baobyunbuns

[duckapus]

Episode where Lil Coding and Lily petsit for the crew while they're off doing something because they want to prove they're Responsible. Not that the adults don't already think they're responsible, but they're kids, you know? Several of the pets inevitably escape and cause chaos, with Archibald and Axol Jr. being the clear ringleaders.

[envihellbender]

Feedism Sydney and Robin cuteness

Rating: Mature

Characters: Robin Buckley, Sydney Adams

Fandom: Stranger Things/The Bear

Content: soft feedee/feeder, romance, smut, stuffing

Summary: Having a chef girlfriend means all the left over stock goes right into Robin’s heaving gut.

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Robin was sat groaning and rubbing her belly on the sofa in her’s and Steve’s shared apartment, since Sydney was in town for the weekend they’d agreed that Steve would spent it with Eddie. Two hours after Sydney had arrived Robin had found herself too stuffed to sit up, but she still felt a little peckish. That’s when she remembered the five boxes Sydney brought in alongside the pizza. Robin’s eyes lit up and she licked her lips.

“Oh, what did you bring home from work?” She asked trying to sound coy. It didn’t work? Sydney smirked.

“Didn’t I tell you?” She teased.

“You know you didn’t.” Robin nudged Sydney with her bloated elbow. Sydney got to her feet and fetched them from the kitchen. As she held them she grinned deciding to torment Robin a little further.

“Aw, sure you’re not too full? You were slowing down a little on the last pizza.”

“Come oooooon tell me.” Robin’s cute little pout must have made a difference as Sydney instantly gave in and put them down on the coffee table.

“About a weeks worth of Marcus’ rejected donut recipes, sixteen per box,” she declared proudly, patting the top of the pile. “Think you can handle that?”

“Yeah, of course I can,” Robin responded, her eyes bright and staring at the five boxes. Her lips were wet from the saliva drooling onto her chin at the smell of the sugary dough. She licked her lips and her chubby hands began to knead into her fat.

“You sure?” Sydney teased, fingers tapping the cardboard at the top of the pile.

“Syyyd come on,” Robin whined. She could have leaned forward and snatched it for herself, but after the three large pizzas she’d had that afternoon her stomach felt heavy and full. Sydney had a sly grin on her face, she took the top box, and sidled over to sit beside Robin. She sat the donuts on her lap and began to rub Robin’s bottom roll which poked out from underneath her Neon Genesis Evangelion t-shirt over her sushi patterned pyjama pants.

“You’re so cute like this, you know that?” Sydney said, the blue dye in her braids fading, making them appear a soft silvery sliver of cloudy sky amongst the rich black. Robin looked at her with such adoration and desperation, Sydney was the only person Robin knew who loved food just as much as she did. Sydney wanted nothing more than to feed Robin, and in return she wanted Sydney to fill her until she was completely and utterly stuffed. Robin looked at Sydney with a disappointed pout, brown eyes wide, causing her chubby face to look so dejected atop the flabby neck. The mountain of chins almost just becoming a tire of fat. “Mm. How much did you weigh this morning?”

“Well, oh man I forgot to tell you,” Robin began with a mischievous grin. “So, I used the bars in the bathroom to get up into the scales, right? And it just … broke, well, not just broke. It was- so I heard a loud crack, and I got unsteady right. I grabbed the bar and managed to get myself straight, I called for Steve and when he picked it up it was just a pile of cracked metal and wires, completely pulverised.”

“Oh shit! No way! You should’ve called me.”

“You were at work! Steve took a photo for you though.”

“Do you think you can get your phone for me?” Sydney teased. Robin whined and pouted, her stomach far too full. She helplessly tried to lean forward, but the weight of her breasts and gut was far too much. “I’m only teasing, babe.” She ended as she jumped to her feet and picked up Robin’s phone from the coffee table. She tapped at it and opened recent photos. When she saw it she let out a small gasp as a huge smile spread across her face. On the small screen was Robin squeezed into the bathroom she shared with Steve, she was holding onto the bar, her belly squeezed in under the sink and breast filling the basin. Her belly hide her feet and legs completely showing on the ground what was clearly a crushed bathroom scale. The springs, small bits of plastic were a mixture of all shattered and crushed on the ground. Robin had a huge grin on her chubby face, her cheeks red with exertion.

“Oh my God, I love it,” Sydney blurted out. “Gained so much you broke the scale.” She swallowed and opened a box of donuts balancing it on top of Robin’s belly. “Now, I’m gonna need you to shove as much of these in your mouth as possible whilst I eat you out.” Robin laughed in response causing her to cough and hiccup as Sydney immediately got on her knees and began pulling down Robin’s pyjama pants, grateful that they had already happen halfway down her behind.

[joyfulqueengardener]

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[yourturntosimp]

safaranger headcanons? i love them sm...

A/N: yes hello i had this formatted so long ago i js couldnt get myself to log in and post it JHGFDFGHJ neways my head got too full and i needed smth to do so here it is!! these were rlly fun to write ngl TWs: none tbh theyre js vibin- mention of toxic traits (overstepping boundaries), safalin drugs the valentines chocolate but it’s for the sake of creativity ok, ig they're kinda yandere if you squint? idk i felt like their canon personalities speak for themselves in terms of yan JHGFDCFVGH, not much besides that

♡ "nerd" /r

♡ they call eachother saffy and ray bc it's CUTE OKAY-

♡ they go out at like 4 in the morning and get 7/11 slushies

♡ safalin gets her blue raspberry and just watches as ranger tries to fill up his cup with every flavor of slushie

♡ this is their usual date as in it happens like three times a week

♡ they go on nicer dates sometimes

♡ like eating awful cardboard pizza in a parking lot

♡ or sitting on the edge of a highway bridge together

♡ taking turns shoving or scaring eachother to see if they could actually get the other to fall off of said bridge and into oncoming traffic

♡ they're so romantic, i know--

♡ safalin is generally very mousey when she's not being murdery, obv, so they can't go on many loud dates, or dates where talking to other people is a must

♡ ranger is generally very loud, so they can't go to many quiet dates either

♡ like. study-date at a library? he's already been banned bc he won't shut up and insists on yelling while he's there

♡ okay, how about the movie theater? wouldn't that work for both?

♡ no.

♡ the answer is no.

♡ he will either watch the movie by himself or just google the ending and twists, just so that he can yell EVERYTHING out in the theater when the movie's about to start

♡ it's awful, and he relishes in the absolute anguish of the other movie-goers

♡ but it's also kinda cute how he grabs safalin's hand and absolutely books it to the exit to avoid the onslaught of popcorn and drinks being thrown at them

♡ and safalin is a sucker for soft shenanigans, so needless to say, this happens often

♡ "but zuzu," i hear you asking because i am omnipotent and i know all, "wouldnt they get banned after a couple times?"

♡ and to that i say,

♡ yes

♡ they are banned from every movie theater in the city, actually-

♡ this is no problem, however

♡ and it ties into another one of their dates

♡ roadtrip time!!

♡ they take turns driving, but they mostly take off-road, probably-illegal paths

♡ why? they both get awful roadrage

♡ and also ranger likes to gas the car to the fastest it can go

♡ they also take turns with songs from their playlists, though ranger sings very loudly to his

♡ when safalin's not driving, she's either asleep, talking to ranger about bizarre medical cases off the top of her head, or rambling about the human brain

♡ that was just me being excessively roundabout in saying that the poor girl has motion sickness </3

♡ ranger's medical knowledge only goes as far as "haha funny advil go brr brr brr", so uh

♡ damn, ig safalin's just gonna have to deal with it for the next 3 hours until it's time for a bathroom break

♡ ranger will stop the car for a quick break if it gets too bad, but saf would personally rather not risk being flung through the fucking windshield-

♡ remember how this all started by them getting banned from all the cinemas?

♡ yeah they rlly drove all the way out just to do that same shit at a different one in a whole other town

♡ ranger is a surprisingly good cook, and safalin is limited to cooking different types of noodles

♡ but ranger, as a good chef, uses his powers for evil

♡ hot sauce. hot sauce everywhere

♡ safalin has her knife collection, ranger has his hot sauce collection. they are hazards.

♡ one day he may just.

♡ get bored and fuck around, yk?

♡ "babe i made you a sandwich!"

♡ "...honey ily but why are there jellybeans in the middle of this ham & swiss sandwich?"

♡ valentines day is a mess.

♡ they divide off the sides of the kitchen and refuse to speak with eachother

♡ you'd think they're fighting but no, they're just making surprise chocolate

♡ safalin sticks with normal chocolate ♡ until she mixes different types of sedatives and medicinal ingredients in them.

♡ for the sake of creativity!

♡ and then she decides that she wants them to be flower-shaped

♡ and she can't go out to the store and buy molds, no, that would make it too easy for ranger to see when he's being terribly un-stealthy at peeking over the cardboard barricade separating the two of them

♡ homegirl starts just.

♡ using piping bags to make petals. no words for this tbh--

♡ her hands are limp the next day, she can't even turn on the lights

♡ ranger is...also creative with his

♡ there are lots of chocolates, but they're all....weirdly shaped

♡ and when safalin finds out that a good half of them have sour gummy worms and skittles inside, that's ample explanation

♡ the rest? hot sauce

♡ this may seem like an unfair tradeoff, but i raise to you an opposition:

♡ ranger eats a single one of safalin’s chocolates and fucking explodes in hives- ♡ he insists on continuing to eat them, but he passes out after the third one is down his throat-

♡ safalin's chocolates were sharp and also drugged

♡ the weird flavored chocolates and the drugged chocolates balance eachother out in terms of awfulness, so it's a fair match-

♡ and also it's the thought that counts, yadayada they're hopelessly in love, whateverrr

♡ they don't fight too often, but when they do it's usually over one thing

♡ boundaries, yayyyy

♡ ranger wants to do everything fast, loud, and spontaneous

♡ this means things like suddenly running up and tackling safalin, or a short trip to walmart turning into a drive to the next state

♡ safalin has alot of problems with stuff like this

♡ she doesn't like sudden impact, she doesn't really like sudden anything

♡ she wants at least a warning beforehand, but ranger being ranger says "lol ok" and proceeds to completely forget within the next 3 seconds

♡ this sets safalin into a place of "you're saying ok but you keep doing it, do my boundaries not even matter to you or what?"

♡ so this is in fact a problem

♡ safalin's end of fault arises with bad communication and clingyness

♡ if she wants a hug, she'll want it immediately, but she won't say anything about it for fear of being a bother

♡ and then she'll get sad about it, because "i want a hug so bad rn but what if im being annoying aaaaaaaaaaaaa"

♡ and then ranger will just have to sit there trying to figure out why his gf is sulking

♡ so if/when he figures it out, he gives her a hug, right?

♡ but then she wants to be like that all day

♡ and ranger can deal with like....an hour, two hours tops

♡ but,,,,,,all day???

♡ safalin doesn't care about things like eating and using the bathroom

♡ "can't you just wait? just like...5 more minutes, please?"

♡ and when he can't bc

♡ bro's hungry, or he has to pee, cmon dude-

♡ she gets all sulky again, and it repeats

♡ for basically all day, every day, 24/7 all year long-

♡ it’s at a point where safalin gets sad when ranger wants to go somewhere else that isn’t with her

♡ so this is also a problem

♡ they're working on it

♡ they're both struggling, but they're trying

♡ ranger yells as a warning while he's charging at safalin, and safalin recognizes the importance of an eating schedule and needing the bathroom. healthy habits, people-

♡ yk if you consider their personalities without the opposites attract ship trope, it could be tough to see how they work together

♡ and honestly, yeah, they don't even know how they started dating eachother, one day they just said uwu at the same time and then they were a couple ig--

♡ but they balance eachother out pretty well

♡ ranger is good at conveying how he's feeling through body language but less with actual language it comes out as just a string of profanities

♡ safalin's body language is also reserved so you can't rlly read her, but her actual language is pretty good at conveying things

♡ so the combination of the two means that safalin is usually the one to help ranger articulate his words, while ranger is the one to clarify the connotation safalin's trying to convey in her words

♡ their communication is (mostly) smooth, and they can read eachother pretty well

♡ AND they're a sadistic murdercouple who also happen to be a pair of the two absolute biggest nerds you could find

♡ so really, what's better than that?

♡ nothing.

♡ they are the peak.

♡ they have an entire cult dedicated to them.

♡ viva la safaranger

[purpleyellow]

Recovery pt 2

Seventeen 14th member

Hayun’s masterlist

“She’s home, and it’s time for the 97+maknae liners to watch Hayun”

a/n: Some of these are shorter, so I apologize. Also, I couldn’t find gifs of mingyu and dino that fit the “aesthetic” so sorry again. Feel free to let me know your thoughts as well as send me some requests💙. Ask box is also open to random chats.

The8

(italics are Chinese)

“Myungho!” Hayun called out from her spot on the couch and waited for a few seconds before screaming again “Minghao! The8! Whatever name you respond to”

“I’m here woman, calm down” The boy rolled his eyes as she extended her arms to give him her notebook. Minghao took it without a second glance and sat on the floor next to her to read the sentences she had written since he had last left her. “Nice job”

“Do you have any pointers to give me?” She smiled paddling her feet on the couch and he gave her back the notebook.

“Your calligraphy still sucks” He snickered making her chuckle “But I told you that the last three times you called me” 

“Yeah, you did,” Hayun twisted her pen, looking from her laptop to the pages before noticing the boy hadn’t left like the previous times “What?”

“Why the sudden interest in Chinese?” He blatantly said, making her close her notebook and shrug her shoulders.

“I needed something to distract me and turns out it’s very easy to get a language certificate through the internet,” The girl said without a break, smiling triumphantly at the end which made him giggle at her proud face. “I might need you to help me revise some stuff though”

“I don’t have much time before I need to go back to pledis so write down your questions and I’ll help you when I get back” He patted her arm and got up from the floor. 

“Yeah, go ahead and leave me like everyone else” Hayun threw her head back dramatically making him look at her sassily.

“You do know we’re making you richer right?”   

“Yes. And you know that I like to communicate with people” She raised a finger and poked his chest “And I can’t do that if someone is not around to teach me their mother tongue”

“Isn’t three languages enough for you?”

“I want to be one of those smug polyglots. Once you’re done with me I’ll call Yuto to help me with Japanese. There’s this idol who can speak German I think, I’ll talk to him too” She joked with a wink and Minghao shook his head laughing.

Mingyu

Mingyu pushed the door with his elbow and set the tray of food on Hayun’s nightstand. Pushing her arm until she woke up from, what he assumed, her nap.

“What?” She groaned holding his hand and turning away from him.

“I made you food” Mingyu chanted sitting on the bad and moving the platter to his lap

“Is it pizza?” She asked, burying her face in the pillow.

“No?”

“Then I don’t want it”

“Noona, you have to in order to get better soon” The boy rolled his eyes poking her side and she groaned again.

“Is it ramen?”

“No” He answered, expecting her to at least sit up to see what it was. In reality, Hayun stayed still in her spot, pretending to fall asleep again and have him go away. Huffing, Minngyu poked her again “I tried a new recipe, you need to help me see if it’s tasty or not”

Raising her head like he expected, she checked what he had brought and whined while sitting properly.

“You made soup” The girl pouted making him laugh. “I want something greasy”

“You can’t have anything greasy for now” Mingyu shook his head and brought the spoon out of the bowl, leaning forward to feed her a little “Say ahh”

Shutting her mouth, Hayun shook her head making him groan and retreat the spoon annoyed. Smiling mischievously, she opened her mouth again and as the boy took the bowl out of his lap she instantly closed it.

“Can you be a little cooperative?” Mingyu complained laughing and she shrugged, allowing him to properly feed her a spoonful. “How is it?”

Making a disgusted face, Hayun quickly changed it to a pondering one and then smiled satisfied.

“Not bad, Chef Gyu”

“Not bad” He repeated her in English making her laugh and nod.

“Next time, maybe add a little more spice”

DK

“A package arrived for you” Seokmin sang while walking inside Hayun’s room and she shot up from her bed “Wait, calm down. We don’t need your stitches to rip open”

“I’m taking them off tomorrow” She rolled her eyes taking the package from him. As he was walking away she waved him inside, shaking the big box with a smile “Stay, you’re going to like what I ordered”

“Ohh, what is it?” He sat along with her on her bed and helped her rip open the cardboard. 

“I ordered a hammock” Hayun smiled satisfied as she made her way to the fabric “I’m going to hang it in my room and chill in it”

“Cool,” Dokyeom got up, holding an end of the object and spreading it out so they could get a perfect view “How are you going to hang it?”

“Uh?” The girl blinked, her smile turning to a frown as she looked at him.

“The hammock. You’re going to need a place to hang it”

“Oh. True” She sighed and let go of her end, throwing her body back on the bed and repressing a very mild discomfort. “I didn’t think about that”

“I guess we’re going to need a drill or something professional like that” The boy kept muttering, walking around her room while looking at the walls and dragging the hammock along the floor.

“There must be a tutorial somewhere on the internet. I’ll look for it later” She sighed carefully pulling herself upwards. “Or you know… my very strong groupmates can hold it up while I lay in it”

“Ah, I think you got the wrong person” DK shook his head grinning and she leaned her head forward doing the same movement.

“No, I don’t. C’mon, Seokmin-ah. Do a favor for your sick Noona” She smirked, making him tumble laughing.

“Wow, just a minute ago there was nothing wrong with you” He managed to say in between laughs and she grinned, leaning on her side and shrugging calmly.

Seungkwan

“Are you going to hold my hand?” Hayun asked Sengkwan as soon as they made it to the hospital, the boy rolling his eyes with a big exhale before taking her hand in his and making her laugh “I meant when they take out the stitches dummy”

“Of course I knew that” He scoffed, throwing her hand away. In revenge, Hayun looped her arm around his waist and forcefully made him hug her shoulder as they walked together. Whining, Seungkwan said under his breath “Noona, not here”

“There’s no one in the hallway, stop pouting” Hayun giggled gently slapping his butt, which caused him to widen his eyes and look around to see if she was telling the truth.

“Aren’t you a little bit worried?”

“Not really. I’ve had stitches before” She shrugged as they walked inside a room and sat on a waiting list. “But in all seriousness, I do want you to hold my hand while they do it”

“Why?” He whined again resting his head on her shoulder. “You said you weren’t scared”

“That doesn’t mean I don’t want some support” 

“Okay then” He sighed and they stayed in silence for a few seconds before Seungkwan turned to her serious “You’re probably not going to like hearing this”

“Oh my, what did you do?”

“Nothing. I just feel bad” The boy took her hand again and looked down ashamed “I kind of feel better about not doing the entire performance after you had to step out”

“What?” Hayun frowned and he shook his head, realizing how that sounded.

“I’m not glad that you had to take a break. The members know I complain about wanting you with us all the time” He smiled gently making her chuckle “It just made me realize how lucky I am that I didn’t have to sit out everything”

“Strangely enough I don’t feel attacked at all” Hayun laughed patting his head and gesturing for him to rest on her shoulder again “I’m glad you didn’t have to either Boo. Please keep taking better care of yourself” 

Vernon

“Is that my sister?” Vernon frowned, leaning down over the back of the couch to check out Hayun’s phone.

“Oopsies, gotta go,” Sofia said over facetime and instantly hung up the call, making the boy frown at his own reflection on the black screen.

“You were facetiming my sister?” He looked at Hayun confused and walked around to sit next to her.

“Yeah actually. I do talk fairly often with your mom too.” She quirked up an eyebrow and crossed her arms “You better step up your technology game because I’m stealing your family”

“What?” He chuckled, leaning back and taking her phone to check the latest calls, laughing harder when he realized she was telling the truth.

“I mean it, boy. Your mom said she’s getting me a Christmas stocking this year”

“Well, you’re going to be a great addition to the family” Vernon snickered not knowing if she was being honest or not.

“I’m aware” 

“Are you going to do something right now?” He asked side-eyeing her and she shook her head “Good. I’m going to need you to help me out with something I composed”

“You know. Technically I’m still on my work hiatus” She smirked poking his side and Vernon snorted. “But, we are at home after all so I don’t think that’s a problem”

“I know, that’s why I asked” He laughed and opened an app on his phone.

Dino

“You’re not supposed to be here,” Hayun said as soon as she heard Dino entering the room backstage.

“You came!” The boy beamed running to hug her and she replied with a giggle rubbing his back.

“I wanted to surprise you guys after the last stage” She smiled and shrugged looking to see if anyone else was around “Please don’t tell the others”

“Okay. Oh my, I saw you this morning but I can’t believe you are here” The boy chuckled making her pat his cheek.

“Why did you come back?” Hayun asked frowning “You’re supposed to be on stage in two minutes”

“I left my phone inside my pocket again” Chan giggled embarrassed and took the device, setting it on the table. “Aren’t you going to be lonely while we’re gone”

“Nah. I’ll look around to see if there’s anyone bored too”

“You were supposed to say ‘watching you is enough for me’” Dino made an annoyed face and both of them started laughing.

“I’ll look around after watching the performance, don’t worry” She rolled her eyes and held his hand “Talking about it. If you guys come back and I’m not here text me. I either lost track of time or one of the managers sent me home”

“The managers don’t know you’re here?” He said amused “How did you even come? You’re driving already?”

“I took a cab. But now that you said, I can drive again. I don’t know why I didn’t do that”

“Okay, Noona” Dino laughed stealing a look at the clock “I have to go, please don’t wander around too much”

“Good luck with the performance!” Hayun smiled sending him a flying kiss before he bolted off the room.

[jackfrostsander]

Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday little Robin! Happy birthday to you!

Also available on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33374809

Friday August 20th, 2021

08:43

Robbe slowly woke up… With his eyes still closed his hand looked for the warmth of Sander’s body next to him… “San???” Robbe jumped up as his hand had felt nothing but cold bedsheets. There was no trace of Sander in his bed except for his intoxicating smell that still emanated from the bedsheets. Robbe jumped out of bed, took the first shirt he could find from the floor – Sander’s lightning bolt t-shirt – and went to check the bathroom… Nope, nobody there… Maybe Sander woke up before him and is already having breakfast downstairs?

As Robbe ran into the living room he got the surprise of his life… A large banner hang across the room saying “Happy 18th birthday!”.

As Robbe walked in Sander and his mum started to sing together:

“Long will he live… Long will he live… Long will he live in the gloria! In the gloria! In the gloria! Hieperdepiep hooray!”

Robbe ran towards Sander and jumped into his arms like a hyperexcited little child. Sander nearly lost his balance… But before he even got his feet steady again Robbe was already showering him in kisses. Sander allowed him to indulge and so for the next several minutes they did nothing but exchange kisses and ‘I love you’s’.

Eventually Robbe remembered that his mum was standing there patiently waiting to wish her son a happy birthday too so he reluctantly let go of Sander’s comforting embrace. Robbe turned towards his mother. “Happy birthday Robbe! No mum could be prouder of her son” Charlotte said. “I love you mum” Robbe replied before hugging her. She gave him three birthday kisses and then pulled back while her hands retrieved a gift from behind her back. She gave the box, wrapped in orange gift wrap, to Robbe who eagerly opened it. Inside he found a box of his favourite cookies. “Thanks mum!” Robbe said. “I have something else…” Charlotte added, “But I couldn’t wrap it… I bought you a licence for the video editing software you need for university…”. “Mum… You didn’t need to… OMG, Thank you so much…” Robbe said before hugging her again. The software was not cheap and since the breakup with his dad she had to pay everything from a single income and that meant that it wasn’t always easy… So, as happy as Robbe was with his present, he also was feeling somewhat guilty that his mum had spent so much money on his gift.

“First gift of the day” Sander said while handing a drawing over to Robbe. It depicted Robbe spray painting the garbage truck. A memory of the first time Sander had seen him and had instantly fallen for him… “It’s amazing San! Thank you!” Robbe exclaimed before pulling his boyfriend in for a kiss. “Oooo wait… I am not done yet…” Sander said as he handed Robbe a long rectangular box that was wrapped in Sander's favourite Bowie gift wrap paper. "For me?" Robbe asked surprised. "For who else..." Sander teased. "Thank you San!" Robbe exclaimed as he started to unwrap the box. Inside he found a plain cardboard box. Robbe burned with curiosity for what was hidden inside this box. He opened the box and... "A skateboard!" Robbe blurted out in joy. "Check the bottom side" Sander instructed. Robbe turned the deck over and... Most skateboards have some kind of art decoration on the bottom but this one... This one had been spray painted by his artist... "Sander..." Robbe said with an open mouth as he admired the work of his talented boyfriend. Robbe put the board down, turned towards Sander and pulled his lover in for a kiss. He wrapped his arms around Sander's neck while his lips never departed those of Sander. He could spend the whole day like this... Just being with Sander... Feeling his skin against his own... Feeling those soft lips and warm tongue... Inhaling Sander's mesmerizing smell... Oh, he didn't need anything more to have a perfect birthday...

Then Sander took Robbe to the kitchen where a pile of freshly baked pancakes was waiting for them… There was butter, jam, different sugars, chocolate topping, and whipped cream as complements to the pancakes. Robbe was instantly salivating at the delicious smell. How lucky was he that his boyfriend could cook… Because he didn’t get much further than instant noodles… But Sander could make all sorts of things. Not just croques but also spaghetti with homemade bolognaise sauce, steak frites, witloof with ham in cheese sauce,… and the fresh soup he made for Robbe when he was in bed with a cold. Sander nursed him for days until Robbe felt better again. For sure, Sander’s fresh soup and honey-spiked warm tea had helped to clear his airways.

“Are there any croques with cardamon?” Robbe teased his boyfriend. Sander made a disgusted face upon being remembered of Robbe’s little experiment at the sea earlier this summer… Sander had told him that they would taste awful but Robbe had stubbornly ignored his boyfriend’s advice. When the croque was ready it really did taste badly but Robbe forced himself to take several bites to avoid having to agree with Sander…

Robbe grabbed a pancake from the pile and added whipped cream and chocolate topping to it. Next, he rolled it up into a delicious sweet bite-sized roll from which he took a bite. Hmmmm, heaven… He wanted to share his creation with his boyfriend so he turned towards Sander and fed him another bite from the rolled up pancake. Sander closed his eyes as he enjoyed the food liking the chocolate sauce from his lips with his tongue… Robbe nearly combusted at seeing Sander act like this. He wasn’t sure if it was intentional on Sander’s behalf or if he was oblivious to the effect that his actions had on his boyfriend… Well… knowing Sander he probably was well aware of the fact that he was a massive tease by licking his lips like this…

Robbe couldn’t control himself and before Sander had opened his eyes Robbe’s lips were pressed against his. He tasted the chocolate/whipped cream/pancake taste from Sander’s lips mixed with the black coffee that his boyfriend must have had earlier today… This kiss quickly deepened and Robbe nearly forgot that he was in his mum’s kitchen… Luckily he remembered where he was before things got too far… He pulled back and looked deeply into those emerald eyes of his perfect boyfriend. How lucky he was… He could stare into those eyes all day and not grow tired off it. He was mesmerised by his boyfriend’s beauty… He started to caress Sander’s cheek while whispering “I love you soooo much”. And Sander melted into a puddle in front of him…

11:03

"Come" Sander instructed while extending his hand in Robbe's direction. "Where are we going?" Robbe demanded to know. "Surprise... Come" Sander repeated. Robbe smiled softly. The unpredictable nature of Sander was one of the things he loved the most. He loved the cute and special surprises that Sander regularly planned for him. He knew that with Sander by his side life would never be boring. So, he enthusiastically grabbed Sander's extended hand and allowed himself to be pulled out of his mum's home on the way to whatever adventure Sander had in stall for him...

Once outside Robbe wanted to grab their bikes but Sander stopped him. "Let's walk" Sander suggested. Robbe gave Sander a quick rub on his back before interlocking his hand in Sander's. And so, hand in hand they walked across town... Stopping regularly to take some artistic pictures or inspect some street art...

12:19

Robbe's stomach growled. "Getting hungry?" Sander inquired. "Fainting" Robbe replied. "Well, that's perfect on schedule..." Sander replied earning him a confused look from Robbe. "We're nearly at the restaurant where I reserved a table for us..." Sander clarified. "Not at the hospital, I hope?" Robbe jokingly asked. Sander was confused for a moment until he noticed that they were indeed walking past the hospital. Sander snorted. "Nope, something much better than under-seasoned bland potato puree they serve in hospitals..." Sander replied with a smirk.

Not even a minute later they arrived at Sander's chosen restaurant. Robbe had expected to eat some burgers and fries or pizza... Or maybe a steak frites at a brasserie... However, that was clearly not what Sander had in mind for today… "A one Michelin star restaurant!?" Robbe exclaimed in disbelief. "From the best dessert chef of Belgium" Sander added. "But... That's too expensive..." Robbe said. "Nothing is too expensive for you..." Sander replied before pulling Robbe towards the entrance gate of the restaurant.

"Good afternoon young gentlemen. Do you have a reservation?" the maître d' asked. "Yes, on the name of IJzermans-Driesen" Sander replied. "Ok, let me show you your table" the maître d' said as he guided the two boys to a lovely table at the terrace outside of the restaurant. It was the ideal weather to eat outside. Not too cold and also not oppressively warm… Just the perfect mild Belgian summer weather with a slight breeze. Only rain could be a problem according to the weather forecast but so far it had remained dry and the sky looked clear...

The maître d' handed the boys the menu cards and asked if he could already bring an aperitif. "Two glasses of champagne" Sander immediately replied. "Champagne?" Robbe said in disbelief. "It's your birthday sweetie" Sander said. Robbe's worries about Sander's spending become even worse when he opened up the menu card. "Any idea what you would like?" Sander asked. "Maybe just the brioche wagyu" Robbe suggested. "Sweetie, its fine. Ignore the prices..." Sander said, "What do you think of the tacos as a starter?". "Tacos... That's sounds nice" Robbe said. "Ok, and what do you think about sea bass for a main?" Sander suggested. Robbe quickly checked Sander's suggestion... 49.50 euro for the bass... Robbe felt so uncomfortable to have Sander spend that much money on him... Sander must have noticed... "Sweetie... You only once become 18... Just relax and enjoy... Sometimes one just should stop thinking about things and just enjoy the special moments..." Sander said. Robbe smiled. "You're special enough..." Robbe said, "I don't need fancy food... Just having you by my side...". "You're such a romantic..." Sander teased.

13:55

After a mind-blowing starter and an exquisite main dish the boys were waiting for dessert when... The chef of the restaurant, Robbe recognized him from his TV-show that his mother watches, walks out with two plates and comes over to them. He places a desert plate in front of Robbe with in chocolate glace "Happy 18th birthday" piped on it. "Happy birthday young man" the chef says, "I hope you have enjoyed your lunch?". "It was outstanding! A true delight for the palate!" Robbe complimented the chef. "Thank you. Enjoy your desert and the rest of your birthday" the chef said before returning to the kitchen.

14:22

After an astonishing gastronomic lunch the boys decided to use the restrooms before leaving the restaurant. As they walked in Robbe observed that they were alone there so in an impulse he changed plans and pushed Sander against the wall… Before his head could hit the wall Robbe inserted his hand. He pushed his body impossibly close to Sander’s and they started to kiss passionately… Robbe moaned… His body burning with desire… No matter how close their bodies were it would never be close enough for Robbe… Sander… Sander… Sander… was the only thing Robbe could think about. He was in a public space… He shouldn’t take things too far… But trying to constrain himself was soooo difficult… It felt like his whole body was screaming for Sander… He was slowly losing the battle that was going on in his mind… Until… Footsteps… Someone was approaching the door… Robbe quickly withdrew and went to the sink to wash his hands while Sander went to use the restroom…

21:15

"Come" Sander said as he pulled Robbe towards what looked like an abandoned factory. "San, what are you doing?" Robbe objected as Sander pulled him past the fence. He had no intention of getting arrested for trespassing on his birthday... But Sander didn’t seem to care. "Come..." Sander instructed again. He pulled Robbe towards the door and opened the door…

“Surprise!” dozens of voices shouted. Everyone was there… The broerrrs, his parents, Sander’s parents, his aunt, his grandparents, Zoë, Senne, Milan, Yasmina,… “Third surprise” Sander beamed.

The old factory was in fact a party venue and it had been completely decorated… All his family and friends were standing around cocktail tables covered in black spandex. The sealing was covered in various coloured spots, party lasers and mirror balls. There was a bar, dance floor and music installation. Hanging on the wall in front of him was “18” spelled out in silver Mylar balloons surrounded by floating black and white balloons. But nothing could have prepared Robbe, and also most of the people present, for what was coming next…

21:21

Suddenly, Sander got down on his one knee. In the background Bowie’s Wedding song started to play… “Robbe IJzermans… My angel… The love of my life… My soulmate… The sun who illuminates my existence… Would you do me the honour of becoming my husband?” Sander asked while he presented Robbe with a flat silver, satin-finish, comfort-fit, 7 mm wide engagement ring that had a lightning bolt engraved in it. It was a truly stunning ring, clearly chosen by someone with impeccable artistic taste…

Robbe was speechless… This wasn’t happening… Did Sander really just asked him to marry him??? Robbe’s heart skipped a beat or two and his brain went into a mild epileptic seizure as he was trying to comprehend what was happening… “Marry… you…” Robbe finally stuttered in a questioning tone. “Yes, I want to marry you” Sander replied.

Robbe was silent for another brief moment before he spoke: “On one condition…”. This must have taken Sander by surprise as he instantly gave Robbe a confused look. Robbe bended down and whispered in his ear: “I am not marrying nude”. Sander snorted at Robbe’s joke but also blushed a bit when he remembered the conversation from almost 2 years ago... “Condition accepted!” Sander loudly proclaimed as he wrapped his arms around his boyfriend and started to kiss him. Both boys were in tears now. Happy tears.

The beginning of their relationship had been a bit chaotic and Robbe struggled with his internalized homophobia and Sander with the demons in his head and the doubts about if Robbe would stay with him when all aspects of him got revealed… However, it didn’t took Robbe more than two months after first meeting Sander to be completely convinced that this was the boy he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. Sander made him feel things that he didn’t even know one could feel… And those feelings have never changed… Every time Sander touches or kisses him still feels as special as that first time… Every single time Robbe gets butterflies in his stomach, chills though his spine, and Chernobyl in his head… A never ending honeymoon phase…

Their family and friends started to applaud. After making out for a few minutes the awkward position started to become uncomfortable enough to force them to stop kissing and get up. Sander quickly placed the ring on Robbe’s finger before pulling him in for more kisses.

After a few minutes of pure bliss… Making out with Sander… The boys finally broke apart ready to accept the birthday and engagement wishes from their family and friends. But first, Sander snapped a picture of his fiancée’s hand with the ring and uploaded it on his Instagram. As caption he added a fragment from Bowie’s wedding song:

I believe in magic

Angel for life

Robbe got a message from his mum. It was several pics that she had taken of Sander proposing to him. Robbe quickly looked through the pics and decided upon the best one. He was going to upload this on his Instagram to show the world that Sander was his. Robbe isn’t the boasting type of person but he can’t help to feel soooo lucky and proud to say that Sander is his and the whole world can know it. Sander is his… Even after all this time this thought was almost surreal to Robbe. Why did the universe grant him such happiness? “Nowhere as happy as we are…” Robbe remembered Sander’s words. How true this statement was…

"But where will we live?" Robbe asked Sander. "You and Sander can keep living with me... If you want at least... Until after you finish university and have the means to find a place of your own..." Charlotte interrupted. "I have the best mum and boyfriend in the whole world!" Robbe exclaimed while jumping around his mum's neck like the baby koala he is. "Fiancée" Sander corrected him earning him a playful push from Robbe back.

In the meantime Sander’s parents had walked towards them… “Happy birthday Robbe and welcome in the family” Isabelle said. “Thank you” Robbe said as he hugged Sander’s mum. “You’re the best son-in-law that any mother could imagine… And know that you and Sander can always count on us if you need our help” she said. Robbe smiled: “Thank you so much”. He felt Sander’s father’s hand on his shoulder so he let loose of Isabelle and turned toward him. “Happy birthday Robbe!” Charles said. “Thank you” Robbe said with a smile. “We have something for you that you will soon need…” Charles said as he handed over a box. Robbe opened the box and found… “A Nikon Z6 II!!!” Robbe exclaimed. Sander’s parents were quite well-to-do but that was exuberant even by their standards… “I… I… can’t…” Robbe stuttered. “We’ve only got one future son-in-law… And you deserve it Robbe. You really do. Look at Sander. We’ve never seen him this happy in his whole life. And I know you will make all of us proud with your movies” Charles said. Robbe blinked away a tear. Not only did he have the best boyfriend but also the best parents-in-law that anyone could wish for… Indeed, Sander’s parents had always been there for him and Sander… From the first day they had welcomed him with open arms.

Suddenly his dad showed up and grabbing him by the shoulder he lead Robbe a meter or two away from Sander and his parents. “Happy birthday son and congratulations with your engagement” Louis said. “Thanks dad!” Robbe replied. His dad took a little box from his pocket and gave it to him. Robbe unwrapped it… “A new phone!” Robbe exclaimed. “Your current one is quite beaten up… So, I think you can use this…” his dad explained. “Yes! Thank you dad!” Robbe smiled. Robbe was about to turn around when his dad hold him by the shoulder. “You know… I mean… You’re still young… You don’t have to rush into things…” Louis started. “Dad, what are you saying?” Robbe asked in a slight fierce tone as he didn’t like where his dad was going. “Your mum and I also got married at young age…” Louis added. Robbe didn’t like this conversation at all. He would like to tell his dad what he thinks about the fact that he cheated on his mum and then left her. But this was a happy day and he was not going to let his dad ruin it. So, he just turned around without saying something. “Robbe…” his dad yelled but Robbe decided to ignore him.

He didn’t get far before Sander appeared next to him. He must have noticed that Robbe was irritated after that short talk with his dad. His boyfriend is so observant. “Nothing, I am fine San” Robbe replied. Sander clearly didn’t believe it as he gave Robbe a ‘tell me what’s wrong’ look. “Just my dad… He’s annoying again… But I am not going to let him ruin the happy mood” Robbe said. He gave Sander a smile to let him know that he was truly fine. Sander didn’t seem fully reassured yet so Robbe added: “Nowhere as happy as we are”. This sentence had since become one of the reoccurring lines that they used to profess their love to each other…

Robbe and Sander spend the next half an hour going around to everyone to receive Robbe’s birthday wishes and presents and their engagement wishes. Zoë gave him a new beanie. Jens gave him two presents. One from himself and one in name of Jana who was back in New York. And then there was Noor… She had given him a lightning bolt earing. Robbe seriously doubted he would get the opportunity to wear it as his boyfriend would probably steal it… After all, Sander got his right ear pierced recently…

22:02

“DJ Sobbe!” Jens yelled. “Sobbe! Sobbe! Sobbe!” everyone started to chant as the boys made their way to the music installation. Robbe grabbed the mic and yelled: “Who’s in for a partyyyyy!” while Sander got the first song playing. Moyo came over and handed the lovers two beers. “Cheers!” Robbe said as he clinked his bottle against Moyo’s. “The first broerrr to get married…” Moyo said, “I am focking proud of you!”. Robbe beamed.

02:18

The party had ended about twenty minutes ago and Robbe at first thought that Sander was walking him home but he soon noticed that they were heading in a different direction… Now, they were walking down the ‘Keizersstraat’. “Could it be?” Robbe started to wonder. And of course… They halted in front of THEIR hotel. “Penthouse suite for the night? Large bed and nobody to interrupt us…” Sander asked. “Sander…” Robbe said in disbelief. There didn’t seem to come an end to the surprises that Sander had in stall for him… “Shall we repeat that night?” Sander asked. Robbe beamed. “I promise I won’t run away this time” he added. “You better don’t or I shackle you to the bed…” Robbe teased. “Ooooo… I like your thinking…” Sander replied with a smirk. Most often Sander tended to dominate in bed but he also loved to occasionally give complete control to Robbe… “Be careful what you wish for…” Robbe continued to tease.

[snowdice]

Rats, Pizza, and Supply Closets (Part of the Cuffed Universe Series)

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Relationships: Logan/Remus/Virgil (a bit more Logan/Remus focus)

Characters: Logan, Virgil, Remus

Summary: Logan is very surprised by the fact that Remus did not come to this pizzeria with the goal to capture him, and now that they’re both here, it turns out their objectives align far more than expected.

AKA: The First Truce

This is a Cuffed Universe fic.

Previous fics in this series:

Tea, Cookies, and Handcuffs

Matboards and Subway Sandwiches

Espionage and Iced Coffee

Popcorn and Podcasts

Extras:

Moving Day

Notes: Non-consensual drug use mentioned, morally grey Logan, cop Remus, being restrained, one theoretical mention of eye injuries, human trafficking mentioned

Look at the boys! They’re getting along! Well.... Remus and Logan are getting along.

One would think, that is, one would think if one had even a single iota of sense in one’s monkey brain, that it would be difficult for a new hire to so quickly gain access to the location that one’s underground drug dealing operation ran out of. Particularly, one would think one would be cautious after having recently refused to pay for services from a cybercriminal.

Luckily for Logan, it seemed Haynes had a few disconnected synapses in his brain, and all it had taken was a fake ID and some forged paperwork to get hired on as a handyman for the business he used for money laundering. In addition to his work dolling out controlled substances, Haynes also owned a local rip off of a Chuck E Cheese called Cheeezeee the Cheese Rat. It was a dirty establishment with questionable food offerings and even more questionable decor.

Many times this week, Logan had found himself distracted by the large mural of a rat made out of cheese who was holding a smaller hunk of cheese as though he planned to eat it. Logan couldn’t help but stare at the image in horror, his mind desperately searching for some meaning in the piece. Was it meant to be a visual representation of pantheism wherein all things no matter the way humanity views them are ultimately the same and are god? That god is the creator, consumer, and consumed and god is reality itself. Was is a commentary on thoughtless, damaging consumption whereupon in one’s hunger and lust one eventually consumes themselves thereby destroying the vessel which one seeks to feed? Was the commissioner just deranged?

“Dude, for the 50th time, it is just a mural of a dumb character for kids,” the woman standing at the counter in the middle of the kitchen said as she sprinkled what could maybe pass for cheese on slabs of glorified cardboard the establishment called pizza crust. “I don’t know what to tell you. Just stop thinking about it and fix the sink.”

Logan tore his eyes away from the monstrosity he’d been staring at through the kitchen food window for the past minute and turned his attention back to the tool kit he’d been provided. He selected the correct tool and climbed back under the sink. He listened to the sounds of the woman continuing to make the “pizza.” Honestly, even if Logan did not know they were selling drugs out of the back, he still may have reported them to the authorities based solely on their food handling practices. In fact, perhaps the food was a worse offence considering that those buying their drugs knew they were purchasing and consuming harmful substances.

The underside of the sink he was under was disgusting, but the work wasn’t difficult. He’d learned enough about being generally handy from his father when he was young, and he had brushed up on those skills in the first apartment he’d shared with Virgil as that landlord did not care enough to fix things in a timely manner.

He still had his head under the sink when he heard footsteps enter the kitchen. He recognized Haynes’ voice as soon as the man spoke. He was explaining a few things about how his operation ran to whoever else was there. He used vague terms, but it was still a rather risky move with Logan and the “chef” in the same room, though it was quite possible she was in on the drug selling as well.

Logan finished fixing the sink without paying the conversation much mind; he already knew why he was here, and it was not to glean information. Logan intended to swipe what the man owed him as well as a steep amount of interest for his trouble. Then, he planned to send all of the information he had acquired about the business to the local law enforcement and let them deal with the rest.

He slid out from under the sink and glanced up. Immediately, he met the eyes of one of the room’s occupants and froze. He and Officer Remus Royal stared at each other for a few long moments before Remus tore his gaze away and looked back at Haynes. Logan breathed a sigh of relief that he wasn’t stupid enough to attempt to confront Logan in front of the drug dealer. That would have very likely ended badly for them both.

No longer being directly watched, though he imagined Remus was still tracking his movement from the corner of his eyes, Logan cleaned up his tools slowly and stood. His next task was to change a few lightbulbs behind the stage of the animatronic show, and while things had inevitably just changed, he still planned to at least keep up appearances until he could come up with an escape plan. He left the kitchen and moved towards the supply closet. He stored the toolbox there and his hand hovered over one of the screwdrivers for a moment, but he ultimately decided to leave it be. Remus was an inconvenience, but he couldn’t see himself stabbing the man through the eye socket with a screwdriver. He turned to the box of lightbulbs, wondering if he should take them with him or just completely throw out any pretenses of still intending to complete his handyman duties. That decision was made for him when the closet door suddenly opened.

Logan tensed for a fight, mind analyzing the situation. He didn’t have the element of surprise and Remus was bigger, but it was a smaller space that was more familiar to Logan. For most opponents, he’d want to try to angle them away from anything that could prove a fatal or extremely harmful improvised weapon, but in all the times Remus and he had fought in the past, the man always gentled his touch before it could do any true harm and never applied excessive force. Logan had found himself extending the same courtesy. So, in this case, the strategy would be to try to push him towards more deadly weapons which he would be unwilling to utilize. Of course, Remus still had the advantage as he was nearer to the door and Logan was more pinned into the back of the closet, but there was also a light switch right next to Logan and if he could turn it off…

“What are you doing here?” Remus asked the second the door closed behind him.

Logan hesitated. “You seem surprised. Are you not tracking me?”

His body language seemed to communicate that he didn’t intend to jump at Logan in the immediate future, but Logan still eyed him suspiciously. “Believe it or not,” Remus said. “I do have other jobs to do besides chasing you. I honestly did not expect to find you fixing a sink in a crappy pizzeria.”

“You’re truly not here for me?”

“You sound hurt,” Remus teased. “Apologies, I thought you knew this was an open relationship. I see other criminals all the time. Don’t you see other cops?”

“You’re the only one who’s ever been able to even partially keep up with me.”

“Well, I’ve been told I have quite the stamina,” he said, eyes sparkling.

Logan shifted slightly to the side but stilled again when Remus’s eyes immediately tracked the movement. “Stamina doesn’t provide much advantage when stuck in a closet with your opponent,” Logan said idly.

“Oh, I’d beg to differ,” he said lowly.

“So why are you here?” he asked instead of engaging.

“I’m undercover to help bring down Haynes,” Remus said. “He’s into some even skeevier stuff than his rat-infested restaurant”

“I’m aware,” Logan said. “I was actually planning to send an anonymous tip to local law enforcement when I was finished here, though it seems that will be unnecessary now.”

“You were?” Remus asked. “Why?”

“He owes me money, and besides that, he’s an asshole.”

“Asshole might be an understatement for a human trafficker.”

“A what?” Logan asked.

Remus raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t you know?” he asked, and suddenly the rat themed restaurant for kids took on an even more dark nauseating tone.

“I wouldn’t have done any work for him at all if I’d had even an inkling that he partook in that business as well,” Logan spat. “I’m taking him down even harder now.”

There was a moment of silence where Remus considered him, eyes unreadable and head slightly tilted. “So, we’re both here for the same reason,” he said.

“I guess we are.”

“Huh.”

“If you attempted to arrest me, it would blow your cover,” Logan pointed out and tilted his head, “and it would make my objective more difficult as well. Considering the severity of his crimes, would you be willing to make a temporary alliance just to make sure Haynes gets what he deserves?”

“Are you going to drug me at the end of it?” Remus asked.

“We’ll institute a 20-minute grace period after we’re finished. You don’t attempt to arrest me, and I don’t attempt to incapacitate you after we complete our objective.”

Remus took a moment to think through the offer, and then shoved his hands in his pocket. “Deal.”

“Very well,” Logan said. “So…”

The closet door was opened suddenly by a figure in one of the restaurant’s uniforms. “Wha-?” he started, but Remus reacted quickly, grabbing the person and slamming his hand over his mouth. Logan leaned forward and shut the door once Remus has wrestled him inside.

“Virgil?” Logan asked.

“Oh! Hey Virge,” Remus said in surprise. “You’re working at a pizzeria now?” Virgil tried to respond, but whatever he said was muffled by Remus’s hand. “Oh, right,” Remus said. “I’m going to uncover your mouth, but you have to promise not to scream.”

Virgil nodded vehemently.

“Wait,” Logan said, his eyes narrowed on Virgil. “He’s lying. He’s going to scream.”

Virgil shook his head in denial.

“I know you Virgil,” Logan said. “I can tell when you’re lying.” There was always a crinkle between his eyes because he overcorrected on trying to look earnest.

Virgil made a muffled whining sound in the back of his throat.

“Look,” Remus sighed. “I’ll take my hand off your mouth. Don’t scream, and we’ll talk it out, okay Virgil?”

Virgil nodded again, crinkle still prevalent between his eyes, and Logan pressed his lips together to watch.

Remus slowly removed his hand from Virgil’s mouth. There was a short moment of silence. Then… “AAAAmphpmphmpmphpm.” Logan slapped his own hand over the man’s mouth when he started to yell.

“I told you he was going to scream,” Logan commented idly.

“Mphfmkr,” was the angry reply as he tried to fight against Remus’s hold.

Remus sighed. “I was trying to be nice to you, Virge. Now we have to gag you.”

Virgil’s struggling increased, but Remus was easily able to hold him. Logan and Remus awkwardly managed to exchange their hands, so Logan was able to turn around and search the shelves for something to gag him with.

“Here,” Logan said. “This rope is still packaged so it should be clean.”

Virgil whined it protest.

“Well it’s that or duct tape, Virgil and I don’t relish in the pain that would doubtlessly result from the process of removing it.”

“Fmf. Ff.”

It was a struggle to get the rope between his teeth, but they managed it after a bit of wrestling. “Can I borrow your handcuffs?” Logan asked Remus.

“This time he asks,” Remus snarked, but handed them over.

Virgil made muffled irate noises behind the rope as he was cuffed to the metal shelving unit; Logan imagined whatever the man was trying to say was quite inspired.

“Sorry Virge,” Remus said, patting him on the head. “See you later.”

They shut the closet door behind them, and Logan locked the door with the keys he’d been provided. He handed the keys to Remus. “You’ll let him out after?” he asked.

“Of course,” Remus said. “I’ve got the emo.”

Logan nodded and turned from the closet. “Let’s go get a rat,” he said darkly.

Want to read more? The next installment is:

Kisses and Thai Noodle Leftovers

[cmi-miu]

Ya’aburnee - Chapter 3 (Seventeen Soulmate AU)

Soulmate AU: The last words your soulmate says to you are the words tattooed on your wrist.

Pairing: SoonWoo, JiHan, SeokHao

Title: Ya'aburnee (arabic): yak-BER-nee (n.) lit. "you bury me"; the hope that your lover or beloved will outlive you as to spare yourself the pain of living beyond that person.

Chapter Summary: Jisoo and Jeonghan are basically boyfriend goals and Jisoo just might be a little too in love.

From behind his phone camera, Jisoo smiles at the heartwarming image of his boyfriend trying to fit into a small cardboard box and is once again bombarded with realisation of just how much he adores the man. Jeonghan, having somehow managed to sit inside the small box, is shooting hearts at the four year old grinning at him as he sits him in his lap. It's all too much for Joshua! Everything about Jeonghan pretending to be the train-master and making “choo-choo” sounds while grinning at the kid makes his insides turn into jelly.

“Now, Chan-ah!” Jeonghan exclaims in his adorably pitched voice that he uses with kids. “Remember to tighten your seatbelts because this is going to be a bumpy ride!”

With the warning comes a “whooosh” sound—courtesy Jeonghan, naturally—and a dramatic display of strength on Jeonghan’s part as he simulates a rollercoaster for the boy sitting in his lap. His boyfriend wobbles violently where he’s sat, making take off sounds and other plane related sounds as he asks Chan to hold tight. How the train ride turned into an aeroplane trip is beyond him, but Jisoo does know one thing for sure.

Jeonghan is indeed the only man he shall marry.

He stops recording and joins the pair, pulling Chan into his arms and turning around swiftly a few times to imitate a helicopter diving up and down, and then dips back mid turn to return the kid to Jeonghan. In a feat of giggles, Chan falls limply into his boyfriend’s lap and a warm air fills their apartment that is accompanied by Jeonghan’s hearty laughter.

He likes this. In fact, this is his dream. Having a kid just as adorable as Chan and spending his weekends sharing his attention on his child and the love of his life. 

“Okay, now who’s hungry for pizza,” he says after a while when Jeonghan stops laughing. He doesn’t wait for Chan to stop laughing because the two shoot their hands up screaming Me as soon as the inquiry leaves his mouth. Jisoo shakes his head and ruffles the boy's hair before getting up and walking back to the kitchen.

By the time he sets the plates both Jeonghan and Chan are sitting on the table grinning at him like two mischievous Siamese cats. He laughs, shaking his head as he places the plates in front of them and they start pulling apart pizza slices from the dinner plate.

“How is it?” He asks, eyeing the pair in apprehension because his cooking skills are often critiqued negatively by the two. “It’s a new recipe. I added sundried tomatoes into the sauce.”

Gesturing at the food like some fresh chef wannabe Jeonghan clicks his tongue, “nope. Nope. Not good enough. Right, Channie?”

Chan shakes his head just as elegantly and taps the side of the plate with his plastic spork, explaining. “Pineapples. I can’t believe you forgetted them!”

Joshua rolls his eyes at their response and sends a playful glare towards Jeonghan when the two start giggling at his sour expression. Much like Jeonghan, Chan enjoys teasing him too.

After lunch is over, they play some more where Chan’s blatant favoritism ends up making Jeonghan win all the games. And before they know it, evening hits the apartment with the sun setting and the ring of the doorbell.

“I hope he wasn’t too annoying.” Chan’s mother winces when she sees the mess around the apartment. They’d been making a pillow fort when she arrived to pick Chan up. Actually two pillow forts. Jisoo wasn’t allowed in Chan and Jeonghan’s.

“Don’t worry about it, Yeji.” Jisoo waves her off and she wishes them a goodnight, walking away with a reluctant Chan who yells Goodnight, Jeonghan! I love you! as he follows his mother.

“What about me you, brat!” Jisoo yells back. To which Chan replies by sticking his tongue out and yelling Meroong!

*

Somedays Jisoo wonders how wonderful the thing called fate is. How lucky he was to have met Jeonghan. How serendipitous their meeting was.

Today, however, is not one of those days.

He feels a headache creeping up his neck to his cranium as he watches Jeonghan grin evilly aiming a water gun at him. And if it wasn’t obvious that Jeonghan is the devil incarnate he's even wearing a black devil hairband and skull earrings to boot.

“Han…” Jisoo groans, pinching his forehead, already raising his arms in the air. “I’m tired, okay. I just need to rest for an hour and then we’ll play. I promise.”

But does Jeonghan care? No. He doesn't give a damn.

Without warning, he screams a battle cry and starts shooting the black water at him. Jisoo yells back alike, and dives towards the other water gun lying near the shoe rack.

And what ensues thereafter is a mediocre reenactment of some 90s war movie wherein Jisoo is still losing. 

“You’ll never catch me!” Jeonghan screams again, charging at him with his still half full water gun aimed maliciously towards him. And before Jisoo can even point out that some foul play is at hand—there’s no way he still has water in his gun and I’m all out of mine already!—Jeonghan is right in front him, an evil smile gracing his face.

Jisoo sighs in defeat, gets down on his knees and raises his arms in defence waiting for Jeonghan to give the verdict. Jeonghan cackles maniacally as he sprays the rest of the black water at his face before throwing away the gun.

Jisoo rolls his eyes at the mini ceremony the man does and is just about to stand up from his pose on the ground when Jeonghan jumps down in front of him, legs folded and pulls him by the face for a kiss.

And oh~ that kiss!

It’s the kind that’s gentle at first and deepens by the second. The kind that tastes like peppermint candy sticks dipped in hot chocolate. It’s slow and breathy and warm. And it’s everything that makes Jisoo fall madly in love with Jeonghan.

*

“I like the red power ranger,” Jeonghan sleepily mumbles, snuggling closer into Jisoo's chest. “But the green power ranger is a hottie too.”

Jisoo brings his arms around his back, pressing him closer, allowing Jeonghan to fall into a snuggly embrace, as he hums back in reply. Resting his chin on the crown of his head, he mumbles back, “I like Oswald. Let’s just watch Oswald.”

Jeonghan yawns into his chest, his warm, wet breath touches Jisoo’s nipples almost sinfully, and Jisoo shudders at the sudden hotness in his pajamas. But shakes his head when he sees Jeonghan’s eyes are already half closed.

“Just put anything on already,” Jeonghan yawns once again, and this time Jisoo bites his lips to keep the moan from leaving his mouth. “I just wanna sleep with the TV on.

Jisoo looks down at the man who’s probably already asleep and sighs biting his lips as he turns on the Pogo Channel. Oswald’s Tomato Garden episode is running and the slow and calm voice of the loveable, blue octopus quickly makes his own eyes heavy.

Jeonghan hums the theme song under his breath and it takes Jisoo everything to hold himself back from pinching the man’s cheeks! Because HOW ADORABLE IS HE?! 

Jeonghan soon falls into a deep sleep as his breathing turns light and his body goes limp. Jisoo smiles at the man, fighting his own slumber away, and switches the TV off. He carries the older man to their bedroom, and drags himself and his boyfriend into bed and before he knows it, he falls asleep.

And he dreams of power rangers and yummy octopus stews and five young kids calling him and Jeonghan “Daddy”.

And he dreams of Jeonghan, beautiful and smiling at him. Forever his.

[divineecelestial]

Out of Your League — Four

PAIRINGS — BUCKY BARNES X READER

SERIES SUMMARY — IN WHICH BUCKY BARNES GAINS A CRUSH ON A WOMAN SO OUT OF HIS LEAGUE.

CHAPTER THREE 

CHAPTER FOUR — a simple date night

Your hand was interlocked with his, your manicured nails glittered with a milky iridescence as you pulled him from the balcony and he wordlessly complied. The compound was dim, lifeless as your sleek shoes clicked across the marble tiles. There wasn’t any indication that anyone was awake, the building was unusually serene and placid, the only source of sounds were the hushed hum of cars below. You emerged from the bleak darkness with an item sparkling in your hand; Tony’s car keys. With a devilish smirk, the keys jingled as you twirled them around your index finger. “Are you sure about this,” Bucky asked, his voice thick with apprehension.

You seemed enthralled with the possibility your mischievous schemes could be discovered and he couldn’t find himself capable of telling you anything other than compliance. Without another word, you continued pulling him through the shadows of the compound and inside the elevator. You pressed the glowing button and pressed your exposed back against the elevator’s stainless wall. Bucky mimicked you on the other side and his eyes remained situated on the floor. The walls vibrated as you both descended the building in a pleasing silence. As the elevator dinged, you grabbed his hand once again and pulled towards the collection of foreign cars. You pressed the small button on the keys and searched for the glossy vehicle that honked in response. In the distance, a McLaren’s headlights flickered and you weaved your way through the arrays of vehicles that glimmered in the fluorescent lights. 

As Bucky carefully maneuvered through the room, you strode in-between the lustrous vehicles, peering over your shoulder to give a small glance at his mesmerized expression. You smiled as he hesitantly caressed the luxurious interior leather. In one fluid motion, you were inside the car and inserted the keys inside the ignition, a bellowing roar from the engine echoed through the garage. “You gonna get in or you gonna keep standing there and looking pretty?” You asked, your immaculate hands wrapped around the wheel. He shook his head from his daze and stepped inside beside you. Within seconds, you both were outside the garage and the chilly air crashed against your skin as you drove through the clamored streets with flowing ease.    

Bucky couldn’t acknowledge the aesthetics of New York with you beside him. Your brilliant distinction against the multi-colored neon lights coloring your smooth face enhanced the splendor of the spectacle that was you. The wind collided through your hair, strands erratically flowed with the harsh breeze as you weaved through the streets. Your glossed lips twinkled as you smiled, entirely enjoying the spontaneity. There was something breathtaking about the blurred haze of neon lights from Time Square, your messy hair tangling and your smile that outshined all the sparkling lights that illuminated the night. You made an abrupt change in lanes, laughing as Bucky jerked in his seat. “Destination number one,” You said over the wind. You parked the car behind a small building and locked the doors with a single button. As you both stepped outside the car, things were much quieter and still, just as they had been on the balcony. “Get ready to have the best pizza you’ve ever had.”

You gently grabbed his hand and he was still getting used to the tenderness of your touch. You made those gestures absentmindedly like they were so simple and harmless, but they meant everything to him. Nothing you did was insignificant to him and sometimes it drove him crazy. He never could brush you off or focus on anything else when you were with him. So as you opened the back door to the small pizzeria with your fingers tangled in his, he could barely concentrate on where you were leading him because your hand was so soft and warm. That’s why he was slightly confused when you finally released him and wrapped your arms around an older man, and that’s when he realized you were both inside the pizzeria’s back kitchen. He could smell the variety of spices and savory cuisines as the older man pressed a chaste kiss on your cheek. What the fuck. You whirled back to face an unpleasantly confused and slightly jealous Bucky. “James Buchanan Barnes, meet our lovely chef for the night, Giovanni.”   

Bucky politely nodded his head. Everyone in the back restaurant seemed to know you, he deducted upon noticing everyone’s disregard for your presence or the occasional wave you received from other cooks. “I’ve already prepared your table for you,” Giovanni said, returning back to the platter he was decorating. “Go and enjoy yourselves.” You happily obliged and motioned for him to follow. Instead of entering the actual dining area, you suddenly changed directions and pushed open a door further down a narrow hall, disappearing behind the closing door. And when he continued trailing after you like a wide-eyed puppy, you ascended a rusty spiral staircase. 

From where he was, he could almost see the teasing lace fabric of your underwear peeking from beneath your dress. Your hips moved in a sultry, deliberate manner. You were definitely aware of your actions but Bucky couldn’t bring himself to be bothered or irritated by your lack of subtlety. And within seconds, you opened another door and welcomed him with the decorated rooftop that oversaw the quieter side of New York. There were rustic lightbulbs dangling from wire that outlined the roof, illuminating the table in warm light. There on the circular table was a single pizza box and soda poured inside plastic wine glasses. “Giovanni’s rooftop is one of the only places that I haven’t shared with anyone, so consider yourself lucky.” He didn’t understand why something as simple as a pizzeria rooftop was considered special or private, but he didn’t question you. There was a fondness in your eyes as you stood beside the table, eyes scanning the glittering lights of the city. This place meant something to you and regardless of how ordinary it was to him, he was grateful you decided to share it with him. 

You seemed out of place with your designer satin dress that resembled liquid moonlight in a dingy rooftop with cheap chairs and food, but you seemed comfortable, at ease with the ambiance. You opened the cardboard box and placed a large, singular pizza slice on his plate, wordlessly urging him to take a bite. He raised the slice to his mouth and bit into the melted cheese and fluffy dough, eyes closing as he released an unintentional, but pleased, moan. “Giovanni’s a genius.” Was all Bucky could muffle through a stuffed mouth. You laughed but didn’t appear surprised by his reaction. 

With a ghostly smile, your pristine hand curled around the plastic wine glass, raising the glass across the table. “To friends,” You said, but there was nothing friendly about the way you were looking at him. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever get used to being looked at the way you were at that moment; like he was desirable, needed and wanted. 

Bucky mimicked you and clinked his glass against yours. “To friends.” He repeated, but his voice lacked conviction. He knew he wasn’t going to last as being just your friend.

<<>>

“So, how did SHIELD recruit you,” Bucky questioned, his eyes concentrated on the multi-colored blur outside the car window. You raised the car roof and he could finally hear your voice clearly over the chaotic noise of the roads. Your hand tightened on the steering wheel for a brief second before you eased your muscles. 

You were returning back to the compound and didn’t seem uncomfortable speaking on the matter, which he was relieved. He didn’t want to discuss something you couldn’t talk about, that was the last thing he wanted. “I have abilities,” You answered apprehensively. “I was raised within wealth. I was the spoiled, little girl who had everything she wanted and it wasn’t long before I found out that if I wanted something, all I had to was ask. For a while, I thought it was because I was a pretty teenager with a charming smile, but the things I could make people do was because more than a pretty face.” You made a smooth turn at a corner. “Tony and Banner call it Mental Manipulation; the ability to control brain functions. In simpler terms, I can control minds and it’s a very complex ability—an ability I took advantage of and put me on SHIELD’s radar.”

Bucky listened to each word that fell from your beautiful mouth intently but he didn’t question you any further. He wasn’t afraid or discouraged from the revelation, but was more amazed by your candor. “What can you do?”

You chuckled as his eagerness. “Plenty of horrible and amazing things,” You answered, “But I have to be touching you for my abilities to work.” You winked as soon as the words escaped your plump lips. 

Bucky shifted in his seat, facing his body towards you. “Do something to me.”

“James Buchanan Barnes, we agreed on no sex,” You teased, “What would Steve think?”

He rolled his eyes but was clearly amused by your antics. “You know what I mean.”

You pondered for a moment, before smirking. “Remembered you asked for it,” Your open palm grasped his forearm. “Sleep.” 

Within seconds, Bucky’s eyes rolled back and he carelessly slumped back onto his seat, his head banging against the window. He was unresponsive and looked absolutely adorable. You chuckled and tightened your grip on him, forcefully waking him from his unintentional slumber. He gasped as he jolted upward, his eyes wide and confused as he tried to understand how the hell you managed to put the Winter Soldier to sleep like it was nothing. “What the fuck.” He muttered to himself as you laughed beside him.

As you pulled into the compound’s garage, you carefully parked the car back in its original space. And soon you two were both back inside the small, compact elevator once again. “Thank you for tonight,” He said, shattering the serene silence. “I’m gonna say something and I’m probably going to regret it.”

You quirked an eyebrow, entirely intrigued. “By all means, continue. My curiosity is peaked.”

“I’ve spent almost an entire century brain-washed and frozen, there wasn’t much of actual life to be living, but you make me feel alive. For the first time in a long time, I feel like  I can breathe again. And for that, I need to thank you.” 

Bucky wasn’t sure if he imagined it, but he could’ve sworn your cheeks tinted in a faint blush. “You’re going to be the death of me, James Buchanan Barnes.”

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[forthehardonofgrayskull]

> Six XXL Condesce Brand pizzas appear in wherever Adora gets transporter food. Each is about the diameter of a manhole cover, thick as your average birthday cake, and in a cardboard box emblazoned with a cartoon Condy in a chef's hat saying "they're edible!" Three are Megacheese, two are the meat lover's special, and one is actually a dessert brownie pie.

> OH FUCK YE AH 

> OH THAT’S SO MUCH.

> Well, it’s Condesce Brand, one wouldn’t expect any less. It all comes in a big stack, cheesus crust this is HEAVENLY

> There’s only some slowdown when trying to wrangle all that cheese, but the savory is a nice palate cleanser from all the sugar. It’s a struggle, it’s a contest, Adora REALLY has to push. 

But she, miraculously, can’t stop. Pies are painstakingly devoured, arms moving robotically, uncomfortable gurgling replacing the hungry growls a couple hours previously -- 

> She’s creaking by the time she’s gotten to the last one, the dessert pie. She’s creaking and thoroughly uncomfortable but NOT A QUITTER, even though she is so, SO tempted to transform. 

> Can’t even talk when she’s done, so stupidly full. Can’t even close her mouth. Desperate. Might transform at this rate.... 

> So much.

[cultureaddictconfessions]

Uncommon Love - Cubicles CYO Ending #4

(As requested by readers, I’m posting all the endings for Cubicles! I hope you enjoy them, and I am excited to bring you more choose your own ending fics in the future. Shoot me a message if you want to be tagged. Stay tuned! xoxo, Bri)

How were you to know that there wasn’t going to be any real food at this party? You had hoped that James would have ordered pizza or something, but apparently, the menu only included booze and Bertie Botts. You made a point to comment on this injustice to James, who only laughed. You two and his three other compatriots were perched over by the dance floor, judging your co-workers as they devolved into a shit show. No one had started a fight yet, but there were definitely a lot of people getting frisky on the dance floor and around the rooftop.

“Who do you reckon Miss Mary Mac is gonna go home with tonight? I tried chatting her up earlier, but she just laughed in my face. I think she likes women if I’m being honest. How could anyone turn down this gorgeous face?” Sirius pouted, looking after the dark-haired girl dancing in a group of girls nearby. James laughed, rolling his eyes at his best friend.

“You’re too pale for her, mate; she doesn’t date white guys without big muscles, from what I’ve seen.” James flexed, his bicep busting out of his rolled-up sleeves generously. Considering how skinny he was, you were always surprised by his fitness. You weren’t the only one who noticed; Peter saw you appreciating James, and a frown slipped over his face. The rest of the group laughed, completely used to the ribbing between James and Sirius in regards to the women they were vying for. You didn’t really like James’ lowkey racist comment, however, and turned your gaze away.

“Whatever, Prongs, I’m sure I can easily seduce McKinnon to return to my plush mattress and Egyptian cotton sheets for another evening.” Sirius shrugged, his tone casual but confident, classic Sirius. Sometimes it felt strange to hear your guy friends objectifying and gossiping about the women they wanted to sleep with, but it came with the territory in a group of attractive guys. Apparently, someone else didn’t appreciate it…

“How do you guys even know when a girl likes you? You make an awful lot of assumptions… not that you lot don’t pull a lot of them but… You shouldn’t be talking about them like that!” Peter blushed furiously, speaking a mile a minute. James and Sirius stared incredulously at their friend, and you and Remus exchanged a concerned look. Peter was rarely ever vocal in a way that was questioning of his friends’ behavior. When no one responded to him, he huffed and walked away, leaving the rest of you to ponder what had come over him. James and Sirius boredly shrugged it off, but you turned to Remus with a puzzled expression.

“D’you reckon he’s okay? What a bizarre outburst… I mean, I just roll my eyes when they start talking about who they want to bed.”

“Honestly, Y/N, I never have any idea with Pete. He’s in his own little world and every so often it crosses with ours when he gets lonely. Which, granted, is fairly regularly, but still. Maybe he has a crush or something and doesn’t know how to communicate…” Remus commented ominously, giving you a pointed look. You blushed, confused by his statement. Remus patted you on the shoulder, and you decided to go investigate what was up with your friend since the others weren’t inclined.

It wasn’t hard to guess where Peter might be hiding, tucked behind a cardboard cutout by the snack table. He was trying to clean up the spot where the punch bowl had been knocked over, looking very frustrated. When you arrived in front of him, you coughed to announce your presence. He looked up at you, cheeks flushed from exertion… or perhaps something else. You gave him a little smile and went around to the other side to help him, slipping your wand out of your sleeve and wicking away the rest of the liquid in a moment. He huffed.

“Okay, Pete, out with it. What’s wrong and what are you doing working as the cleaning crew over here? This is a party, dear, you should be having fun! You seemed so happy earlier and now…”

“I just get so tired of how they talk about girls, Y/N… Sometimes I wonder if they even care about them. I mean… they’re nice to you, but that’s because everyone likes you and you’re always nice… I’m nice to everyone and they still treat me like a kid or a nuisance… What am I doing wrong, Y/N?” Peter slumped down on the ground, spilling some Bertie Botts out of his pockets as he went. You frowned, bending down to join him. You squeezed his shoulder in an act of comfort. It was sad to see him like this, honestly, because he really was a very sweet boy and uncommonly kind to everyone in the office. However, most of those girls either wanted the “popular guys” like James or Sirius or didn’t want to deal with guys at all. Peter put his head in his hands and groaned.

“Hey… there’s no need to mope, okay? Why don’t we go play some games and forget about those weirdos? I, for one, want to hang out with the best chef in the office!” You whispered to him, and he brightened instantly, still blushing. You stood up and held out your hand to him, which he shyly took. You led him over to the Carnevale set up James had conjured on one side of the roof, with wizard and Muggle games alike. Lily actually would've liked it, even with its connection to her least favorite office mate. You decided on a little model of tabletop Quidditch, complete with hoops and a twist of cups full of alcohol. The two of you got into it immediately, your competitive nature winning out, with lots of cheering and booing. Peter seemed amused until a curious look crossed his plump little cheeks. He spoke to you as he was making a shot.

“Why are you hanging out with me Y/N? You could be with anyone you want to, but you’re here playing games with the office joke.” He frowned as he tossed the mini Quaffle and sank it into one of your cups. You grumbled and shotgunned the cup before answering him.

“Because I like you. I think you’re a positive person to be around, and you’re not a baby to me. You’re just another nice guy who tries hard to be a good friend and who shouldn’t let people walk all over him so much.” You clenched your hands on the edges of the table, speaking sincerely from your heart. Peter was a little different than the other guys, but maybe that was a good thing. He was endearing and thoughtful and respectful of women and people in general. It didn’t matter that he wasn’t the most attractive or popular guy here; he was the most loyal.

The rest of the night you spent playing through the carnival with Peter, talking about your hobbies and life outside of work. He loved baking and animals and photography, which was pretty cool. He told you how much he liked your writing, which made you smile wider than you had all day because that was your pride and joy. Like his baking.

“Hey, I was wondering… are you doing anything next weekend? There’s this new restaurant I wanted to try and maybe you’d want to come with me…” You murmured as the two of you took a rest at one of the tables. Peter looked at you in surprise, then at his feet sheepishly. “I mean a date, Peter.” You chuckled, spelling it out for him.

“Oh… OH! Ummm… are you sure you want… with me?” He stared at you, incredulous. You nodded immediately. You had a great time tonight, and Peter was a good guy. Why not give him a shot? His eyes lit up and he leaned over and gave you a tight hug. He still smelled like the punch from earlier, which made you giggle. You pressed a kiss to his cheek, which further turned his face a shade of crimson unseen in nature.

“Why don’t you walk me down to my car and then I’ll see you Monday, you big goof?” You laughed as the two of you got up and exited the office, leaving behind all the doubt and disingenuous people. Maybe this office wasn’t so bad after all!

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(In an effort to keep the “secret” element of the stories, I will only be linking to each ending in the main post, so check there if you want to read more endings!)

[starman-john-tracy]

John isn’t too fussy about food, he’ll mostly eat whatever is put in front of him (unless it’s been murdered by his Grandma) though he prefers savoury things to sweet. Slide the boy a pizza and he’s in your debt forever. Like most young bachelors John learnt to cook in college, with a cookbook full of his Mother’s hasty scribblings and some hand-me-down pots and pans from their Grandma. He built his first Holo-projector prototype to bring his Mom’s miniature glitchy figure into his tiny student flat to get her to check that he’d not messed up her legendary casserole recipe. He was a fast learner and now makes the best pancakes this side of the equator (he could never compete with France).

Eating food up in low Earth Orbit is more of a challenge. Being a couple of thousand miles from the nearest shop means John’s entirely dependent on supply runs; either loaded into the Space Elevator or brought up by Alan when little brother needs an excuse to get some flying in. The range of foods he gets in space are similar to those eaten every day on Earth, if a little more bland and tasteless. Alan likes to compare it to cardboard but John doesn’t mind quite so much. He’s gets three meals a day (when he isn’t so absorbed in his work that he forgets) including his go-to quick snack for on the job; pre-frozen vacuum sealed bagels. He and Brains worked together extensively to come up with food that’s safe and practical to eat up in orbit and won’t drift of in 0G and put crumbs in his wiring. It usually arrives canned, packaged or wrapped in aluminium foil. If it’s been freeze-dried he has to add hot water to it (something his station recycles and heats automatically) himself, but he also has things that are low moisture, pre-cooked or, like most of his drinks, dehydrated (with the water completely removed). He’s got a heating unit in the small galley kitchen up on Thunderbird Five for warming up anything he wants to eat.

Getting enough calories, vitamins and minerals is even more important for astronauts than it is for people living on Earth. They have to eat at least 2000 calories per day and that’s quite a big ask when you’re a busy, skinny spaceman - always on the go, always searching the stars. Brains is always on hand for advice when John needs to improve his diet and Virgil likes to keep a close eye on his brother in case problems crop up.

Following long stints in space astronauts are prone to vertigo and sickness and John is no exception. There’s a box of oatmeal at the back of one of the kitchen cupboards that none of his brothers would dare touch because it’s John’s go-to-space-sickness comfort food that, when the young man can stomach nothing else, is a life saver.

His brothers get really glad when he’s home. Scott was more of a microwave dinner guy at college and so it often falls to head chef John to save them all from the monstrosities Grandma can dream up in the kitchen. Plus he makes food like Mom used to and that’s... that’s something special to all of them.

[neckromantics]

Game Night With the Chocobros! Pt. 1: The snack situation.

This is not serious at all.

OK well as soon as someone suggested game night, you knew that the whole food situation was going to be a hellish task for Ignis. So when he asks you if you could assist him (he's a real busy guy), your eyes rolled right out of your skull and down the sidewalk like that ravioli can in the old Chef Boyardee commercial.

Although you did your best (your best meaning you texted them all about what they wanted to have for dinner that night, and then let them battle it out while you were at work.) they all seemed to have different ideas about what was appropriate. Prom and Noct were very excited about the idea of just having a snack marathon until they passed out on your floor in front of the TV. Iggy thought it'd be better if you all had an actual meal. Yanno how that man's always looking out for nutrition. That's just part of his job.

You came home from work on the second day to an Ignis who was ready to eat his own gloves in frustration, practically begging the group chat to AT LEAST agree on some form of dinner with substance. Something. Anything more than what was at your nearest convenient store.

Gladio was rather quiet. Occasionally those three little dots appeared next to his name and then disappeared as if he had something to say and was too afraid to say it.

Prompto conveniently dropped out of the chat when he realized that he could not diffuse the situation with silly gifs of cats.

"We cannot survive off of cheese puffs and monster energy alone. You do this every night." Ignis insisted. "Choose an actual meal. I doubt our friend wants to spend all of their earnings on snacks for you."

"No!" Noct replied, and continued just to piss Iggy off even further. "I want my insides to rot! AND I'll pay Y/N."

insert obnoxious emoji here.

Gladiolus then sent in one simple text that saved your entire life, and kind of made you want to kiss him a little.

"Y/N, just order a damn pizza. Now, would you all shut up? It's 11pm."

So that's it right? A couple of pizzas would totally be fine. What a great idea! Right?

Right?

The day comes where you're all piled into your tiny living room. The bros are all off to the side trying to agree on the first game of the night while you're slouched into the crease in the sofa, listing off topping after topping as slowly as you can for the poor, clueless teenager taking your order.

It's a surprising amount of pizza for only five people, but then again your four besties are still growing boys. Young men? Whatever. Gladio can easily down two pizzas without even thinking about it, and Noctis can just inhale around a cardboard box and vacuum up any food that might be inside so yanno. Gotta be prepared.

Anyways. Noctis shuffles up beside of you at one point, a little closer than usual, but you don't think much of it because the dude on the other end of the phone has gotten Prompto's order wrong three times in a row now and you're cursing the whole restaurant for not having an online order option like civilized folk.

It's not until his chin lands on your shoulder that you really notice his presence, and one glance over shows you that he's sporting the biggest, shiniest Caelum puppy dog eyes™ that he can manage. His stupid, wobbling bottom lip is almost cute. It would have definitely been cute, if you couldn't smell the deception from a mile away.

"Noctis?" You sigh, already exhausted as you politely cover the phone's mic.

"Yes, Y/n?"

"You're not about to ask if I can go get snacks for you when I'm already buying pizza, right?"

"Weeeelllll." This prince is so spoiled and you can't blame anyone bc you're definitely part of the problem. You're genuinely going to put your shoes on and go to the convenient store in your PJ's for him.

Again.

Ignis whips his head around a full 180 degrees and makes eye contact with you just as you snatch your keys up, and before you can make up some ridiculous excuse he's holding out a list for you to take with you.

This man tried his best, and still prepared for y'all to be covered in Cheeto dust by the end of the night. In his eyes you see pain. A deep sadness.

The list is fairly simple. Chips. A few candy bars. A six pack of soda. (A can of Ebony.) Easy.

Then you had to go and be a good friend and ask the room for any other suggestions. What a mistake.

Noct snatches the list from your hands like a rabid racoon, chicken scratching a long line of items down the page as if you have enough arms to carry the bags it will take to hold it all.

When you look at the new additions to the list all you have to ask is: "Aren't redvines and twizzlers like the same thing?"

To which he replies, "I could have you killed for that, you know."

Gladiolus at first says he doesn't really need anything special, but grasps you by the arm on your way out to declare almost desperately that he "needs shrimp chips" or he "might die by the end of the night."

Gladio really has a thing for specifically sea food flavored crisps, and the store by your home has his favorite brand. They're not bad tasting honestly, but they leave your house smelling like a fishy puddle for days.

Prompto, bless him, offers to go with you to help out but you decline, pocketing your list and speed walking to the door before anyone can make another request.

Because if you stay in this room for much longer someone's probably gonna ask for you to bring them a human kidney and you won't even question it.

You're halfway down the hall before Prom's head pops out of your apartment door, hands cupped around his mouth in a makeshift megaphone. There's not even a little bit of an apology in his voice as he SCREAMS.

"Ice cream, please!!!"

Now you might be asking "Why can't the bros just go with you?" And the answer to that is simple.

Going. To. Any. Kind. Of. Shop. With. Them. Is. Hell. On. Earth.

The last time you tried it they argued the whole damn time. The younger two disappeared for half an hour and came back with a cart stuff full of half price donuts. Gladio hit on the person at the register in hopes for a discount, and somehow ended up costing you guys more. Prompto broke the slushy machine and ended up slipping in it.

Poor Iggy looked like a parent who was so torn down and ready to send his children off to military school, and you hate putting him under stress when he's already got one of the hardest jobs as it is.

At least when they're at your house you know they're not going to be able to get into much trouble. Sure, they could probably set the place on fire but at this point you'll take your chances.

You manage to find pretty much everything on the list in record time (and even get a few things for yourself with Noct's rich-boy-royalty credit card if u catch my drift).

(You're almost through shopping when your phone pings, and at first you think it's the pizza guy needing directions to your place.)

(Nope.)

(You're a sucker for the Pocky game excuse.)

Good news!

When you get back to the apartment Noct is so happy that he's kinda vibrating in place as he looks over his bags of non-nutritious treasures.

Prompto rips open an ice cream bar and does this little dance that Gladio copies just bc it's funny.

It makes Ignis laugh, and your stomach does this wobbly "oh my god my friends are the best" thing.

So honestly? You feel like you've done well. You donea good thing, you think.

At least until tomorrow, when you'll be picking candy wrappers out of your window blinds and swiffering crumbs off of every surface in the damn place.

Ding, ding!

You better get the door before Gladdy tries to flirt with the pizza guy and ask for a discount.

[zeltricstudio]

'LUNCH TIME SPECIAL'

HAPPYVILE

MARCH 2014

Happyvile High has been without a chef for an awfully long time but finally managed to hire someone. Abraham Cook, despite his family’s reputation he was a competent cook and could actually make some decent meals for the students. It was around this time that students started to go missing. At first it was 1 student a month, then a couple before eventually the school looked into it. Of course, the teachers and police did nothing to investigate the matter, instead just saying “they ran away” or “ditched school”. Sarah, however was not happy with how poorly this was being dealt with. Many students would simply shrug their shoulders, but not her. “The special for today is lasagna” Sarah scoffs. “How can they just go on and not give a damn that students are disappearing almost on a weekly basis?” Sarah asked, feeling angry.

“I’m sure the police are doing everything they can” Sarah’s best friend, Jessica, replied, not paying much attention except for the food in front of her.

“You should eat, all this pointless wondering is going to make you hungry” Jessica moved her food towards Sarah

“Hell no. For all I know, they probably put their disgusting, unwashed hand in that food before they served it” Sarah replied, pushing the food back to Jessica.

“As long as it tastes good, I don’t mind”

“Your standards are very low”

“Eh” Jessica said and continued digging into her food.

“Fuck it. If the teachers and police are not going to do anything, then I will” Sarah said with extreme confidence

“What are you going to do?” Jessica asked, not seriously

“I… I don’t know” Sarah replied, slinking back into her seat.

“Again, just let it go. I’m sure they will all turn up eventually, probably” Jessica replied with a mouthful.

That night, Sarah couldn’t stop thinking about the missing people. Sarah had read all papers and news reports about the disappearances, but they were all the same, ‘this student was staying late and never returned home. Parents didn’t find out till the next morning and no one saw a thing’. Personally, Sarah didn’t much care for the students as all of them were the absolute worst but the latest victim Kate was a close classmate she really liked and was baffled at how little her own teachers cared about a Grade-A kid. Sarah began documenting all the missing kids, but she couldn’t find a pattern due to how little the police cared. Some kids were not even reported missing until weeks later. Feeling defeated for the night, Sarah went to bed.

The next morning, during their lunch break, Sarah decided to buy a drink. It wasn’t until now that Sarah got an up-close look at Abraham. Like most of the males, he was very tall and noticeably huge. Not fat, but very built. He had an untrimmed beard that had little strands sticking upright, his eyes had bags underneath bags underneath bags and his skin was covered in bruises and scars all around. Despite his bodily appearance, he was surprisingly clean. His apron, clothes and even body odor were insanely neat and smelt like he dumped a load of perfume onto himself. After Sarah bought her drink, she went and sat down next to Jessica.

“I’ve noticed something” Sarah immediately said as he sat down.

“Aaaaaaand her comes the conspiracy theories” Jessica said, not even phased.

“Abraham is insanely clean”

“Well yeah. I know Happyvile isn’t the cleanest place, but we gotta have SOME standards”

“No, I mean like he is overly clean. Like not even a dirt or smudge anywhere, his clothes are pure white”

“Maybe he is a clean freak? Oddly, the dirtiest people are the cleanest”

“Perhaps. I just have an off feeling about him”

“You have an off feeling about everyone”

“That’s not true” Sarah points to Jessica

“Fair point. How’s your investigation coming along?” Jessica pondered, not really caring

“I got nowhere. This town’s not-giving-a-shit makes it almost impossible to even find out when they went missing”

“Uh-huh”

“What are you eating?”

“Spaghetti. It’s the new Lunch special” Jessica said, with added fake enthusiasm

“I still don’t know how you can eat that. It doesn’t even look like spaghetti”

“Maybe it’s a family recipe. Do I care? Nope” Jessica said and continued eating.

As the two continued chatting, they were approached by a classmate of theirs

“Have any of you two seen Adrian?” Sally asked

“Uh no, he was absent from first and second period” Sarah replied

“I haven’t heard from him since yesterday. If you do see him, please let me know” Sally said and walked off to a nearby table and asking them.

“Here we go” Jessica said, knowing what was about to come

“Another person to the list” Sarah replied, sounding smug.

Later that night, Sarah did a lot more studying and came across a status post a student had made. “It has been 2 months and my friend Alice is still missing! The police aren’t doing shit! Please if anyone knows anything, message me!”. Sarah finally had something to go on. Even though Sarah wasn’t close with most people, she at least knew of Alice who was one of the very first people to go missing. Sarah was able to begin a timeline. As Sarah began writing names, she had a curious thought.

The next day, early in the morning Sarah caught up to Principal Hayford.

“Principal Hayford” Sarah said, to get his attention

“Oh, hello Sarah” Hayford replied, looking slightly annoyed

“May I ask you a question?”

“That depends, is it about the missing kids?” Hayford said with a slight irritation in his voice

“No. I was wondering when you hired Abraham, the new cook?”

“Oh, about a couple months back” Hayford’s tone immediately changed

“Do you know the exact date?”

“Not right now, but I can look it up and e-mail you it. Why do you want to know?”

“Just curious. So far he is already the best cook we’ve gotten for this school”

“I agree. And he was cheap too. I feel like I got a good deal” Hayford chuckled

“Well thanks, I got to go now” and Sarah ran off before Hayford could trap her in a conversation.

“The day Abraham was hired, Alice went missing the same week!” Sarah said as she said down next to Jessica

“Good morning to you too” Jessica replied, preparing herself for another one of Sarah’s rants.

“Think about it. We’ve had cooks come and go with no problems and then when we got Abraham BOOM 16 students and counting have gone missing”

“That is pretty damning evidence, but you ever consider it could be the Happyvile Slasher behind this?”

“No, The Happyvile Slasher has been gone for a year now. And if it was him, we would definitely know”

“Yeah, I guess”

“How can you just sit there, eating and not give a single fuck?” “What can I do? I’m not the police. I don’t have any skills to do anything. I mean it sucks, but what can you do?”

“I guess” Sarah replied, feeling tired she wasn’t getting anywhere. “What is the lunch special for today?”

“Homemade pizza, with cheese, pepperoni and shredded meat” Jessica said as she took a huge bite

“Looks appetizing” Sarah said, with extreme sarcasm.

Throughout the day, her suspicions of Abraham continued to pursue her, and Sarah knew if she wanted to do something, she was going to have to act. She pretended to stay back at the library, studying and as everyone began leaving except the librarian, Sarah put her plan into motion. Because the school was empty, Sarah could easily slip into the cafeteria and hop the counter. Much like Abraham’s appearance, the kitchen too was spotless. Everything was neatly put away, no dishes in the rack and the floor was clean. Sarah continued looking but aside from basic kitchen items, nothing stood out, until she saw a cardboard box in underneath a table. Inside the box were a few random items and trinkets. Keyrings, badges, pins, hair ties, just a random assortment of items and then Sarah saw it, Kate’s bracelet. She knew it was Kate’s because it had pink nail polish striped onto it, which Sarah had done as a joke. Sarah then heard some heavy footsteps and she immediately put the box back and hopped the counter, pretending to look around. Abraham entered the café and noticed Sarah.

“What are you doing here, child?” Abraham asked, extremely suspiciously.

His voice was a lot deeper when he was angry.

“Oh, I uh dropped something and came back to look for it, but I… uh” Sarah tried to make excuses, but she was bad at it.

“Hold on, I got a box around here”

“A box?”

“Whenever I find stuff students have left, I collect them and hand it to the office’s lost-and-found”

Abraham entered the kitchen area and immediately noticed dirt prints on the floor. He kept this discovery to himself and got the box, all the while eyeing Sarah suspiciously.

“Are any of these yours?”

“Oh there it is, the bracelet. Where did you find this?”

“Over by the back table”

Sarah knew he was lying, Kate would never take off her bracelet unless she had to.

“Thank you” Sarah said and walked off, with fear consuming her.

Abraham watched her walk away and cleaned the kitchen, before closing and heading home. Sarah couldn’t shake the gut feeling she had of Abraham, but she knew he was responsible for this.

“I found Kate’s bracelet in the kitchen! He claims he found it on a table” Sarah exclaimed over the phone to Jessica

“So you broke into a kitchen and found a bracelet in a box”

“I didn’t break in, it was open”

“Sarah, that is a lazy connection and you know it”

“I’m telling you, he is responsible for Kate and maybe the others. I know it!”

“I’m hanging up, call me back when you’ve calmed down”

“Fucking asshole” Sarah muttered and dropped her phone onto her bed. Sarah knew Jessica was right, this evidence was barely anything, and even if it was enough, the cops wouldn’t give enough of a shit to do anything. Sarah knew if she wanted to make a change, she would have to get picture proof.

The next day seemed to drag on as Sarah waited for the end of the day. Knowing Jessica didn’t care, Sarah dropped the conversation and didn’t let Jessica in on her plan. She didn’t need the negativity to pull her down she reasoned. Finally the glorious day came and it was the end of the day. Sarah pretended to be studying and once Abraham was ready to leave, Sarah began tailing him on her bike. The drive lead them out of Happyvile and deep into the country side of things, before eventually into the forest. Abraham stopped his car at an incredibly old looking farmhouse, before getting out and entering a small house near the main house. Sarah noticed she had no signal and planned on a quick in-and-out job. She took pictures of the house and waited. After roughly 20 minutes, Abraham exited the house and drove off, leaving the door unlocked. Sarah took this opportunity and entered.

In a stark contrast to the kitchen, this house was messy. The walls were peeling, the carpet was covered in fur and junk, clothes and items strewn about and an awful stench immediately hit her. As Sarah began probing and poking around, she noticed a downstairs area. Sarah took a quick look outside to make sure he wasn’t back and entered. Any normal person would have immediately left by now, but Sarah was far too invested to give up. The closer she got to the basement, the stronger the smell became. It was very putrid and nearly made her gag. Sarah used her pocket flashlight to illuminate the area and she got a good look at her surroundings. The floors, walls and ceilings were covered in ceramic tiles, with drain holes every 5 feet. Trails of blood were flowing into them. Sarah also noticed there were lots of white, rolled up bags with blood splotches on them. As Sarah continued moving, she heard a light grunt and noticed a person on a table. Sarah rushed over and saw Adrian, except her was naked and had a hook impaled in him.

“Oh fuck” Sarah said, in surprise.

“H-help me” Adrian begged as he raised his hand, which had the index and thumb missing and a giant hole in the palm. Sarah stumbles backwards away from his hand as it drops to the side and hits the tables legs, making a heavy ding sound before passing out. Sarah was too stunned to move, her legs locked in place. After what feels like an eternity, Sarah was able to compose herself and began walking away, planning on calling the cops as soon as she leaves. Before she can reach the stairs, she hears the door lock and footsteps retreating down. Sarah immediately begins running further into the basement as the foot steps get louder. Sarah hides in a side room, surrounded by rolled-up bags. Sarah notices the figure to be Abraham as he makes his way to Adrian. Abraham picks up a hatchet and drives it into Adrian’s face. The impact makes a fleshy noise, as Adrian’s gasps are quickly stifled. Sarah has to bite her hand to stifle her screams, as she watches Abraham continue hacking the body, before putting the hatchet down and wheeling the table to another room. With Abraham gone, Sarah rushes to the stairs, but when she turns the knob, she is terrified to find it is locked.

“I was concerned” Abraham says, his voice echoing around the room. “How was I going to take care of you. Getting the others wasn’t easy, you know. They struggled, they screamed, they put up a fight, but you, you came here”

Sarah immediately ran away from the door, hugging the walls and moving around in the dark as Abraham’s voice came from multiple directions

“I promise you, if you give up I will make it quick” Abraham said, as calm as possible.

“Fuck you!” Sarah screamed in fear. Sarah made her way to the area Adrian was in and picked up the hatchet, arming herself.

“I am warning you” Abraham said, this time more sternly.

Sarah was beyond terrified now. Not only was she locked in a basement with a serial killer, but no one knew where she was.

“You’re not the first person, you know. There were others who came looking, but couldn’t leave well enough alone. I will do whatever it takes to protect my family” Abraham said, this time it sounded much closer.

Sarah jumped backwards and swung, but hit nothing. “Let me go, you fucker!” Sarah screamed, now absolutely petrified and shaking.

“Sorry, but I can’t. You know too much. This is your last warning” Abraham said, now getting angry.

As Sarah began looking around, hatchet ready to swing, she suddenly heard silence. As she began walking, looking for Abraham she felt a sudden pain in her shoulder. Abraham drove a meat hook into her right shoulder, causing her to drop the hatchet. Sarah tried running away, but Abraham drove another hook into her leg, causing her to trip. Sarah fell to the floor, her shoulder and leg in pain, with blood rushing down her back. Sarah continued crawling, before Abraham drove a final hook into the back of her neck, paralyzing her. Sarah wasn’t able to move anymore as Abraham grabbed her foot and dragged her further into the basement, past several rooms until she was in a smaller room. Abraham turned on the light and she noticed it was a make-shift bathroom, with only a tub and several hooks hanging above it.

“I’m sorry it has come to this, but don’t worry, your meat won’t be wasted” Abraham said, trying to calm her.

“Fuck, you!” Sarah screamed, in painful breaths as she couldn’t lift her head. It wasn’t until Abraham began putting on his apron and sharpening his knives, did his words kick in. “What, what are you doing?” Her anger suddenly turned to fear as she looked at Abraham out the corner of her eye.

“My family, my son to be exact, is very particular in he eats. He loves humans, craves it and I love my son, so I get him what he likes. But doesn’t like all parts of them. And I am not a wasteful man” Abraham says, grinding his knives as they make scratching noises.

“Before I begin, any final words?”

“Please, don’t” Sarah begged.

Abraham effortlessly picked up Sarah, before impaling her on a hook. Sarah began screaming, but it was gurgled by the hook. After a grueling 5 seconds, she was finally dead and Abraham got to work.

The next day, Jessica was sitting down, waiting for Sarah to join her like they always do, but she never showed. Jessica texted her and as she waited, she noticed the new Lunch special: this time it was a beef sandwich.

[lalka-laski]

Do you or have you ever owned a cup with your name on it? I’m sure I did at some point as a kid 

What’s the most expensive crafts tool that you own? All of my craft supplies are relatively cheap. The biggest waste of money though was the laminator I bought on a whim. I’ve had NO use for it since lol. Oh well.

Have you ever woven baskets of any kind (wicker, paper, cardboard etc.)? I think I did some kind of basket making class at the library when I was little? I did all kinds of arts and crafts classes. 

How do you like Great Balls of Fire by Jerry Lee Lewis? It’s fine I guess? 

Speaking of Jerry Lee Lewis, have you seen the biopic about him? Nope

How about the biopic about Tina Turner? Also no 

Do you like the TV-show Frasier? I don’t think I’ve seen a single episode

What’s something you know by heart? Every Killers song known to man

What is something you’re greedy about? I’m great at sharing.... actually to the point that I could stand to be a little more possessive and protective of myself and my belongings. I think it stems from being the middle child in a house full of girls. NOTHING was solely mine, and everything had to be shared between us.  How valuable does a coin have to be for you to bother to pick it up? I always pick up dimes ‘cause they’re messages from Heaven 

What would be something you would wait in line to get for free? Pizza 

Has there ever been a leak anywhere in your house? Uh yeah I guess? 

Have you ever slipped in the shower? Surprisingly no! 

Have you ever made any decorative crafts? If so, are they displayed? Mhm, quite a lot of stuff! I wish I crafted more often though. 

Is it very humid where you are right now? Lol no, although it is unseasonably warm for February in Rochester. And by that I mean it’s like 35 degrees. HEATWAVE! 

Do you have friends who you playfully flirt with? Nah

Doesn’t the Z in the Bzoink logo look like an L to you, too? What in the world?

Did you ever take that 5000 question survey that was circulating Tumblr? No, although I’ve seen it here and there. 

Have you ever had to change a zipper in your favorite article of clothing? Oh no, that’s way too tricky! 

Do you prefer buttons or zippers in general? Zippers I guess

Did your grandma have a box full of pretty buttons? Oh yes! 

What’s the most exotic spice in your spice rack? Ha, I’m as white as it gets so none of my spices could really be considered ~exotic. That’s kind of a troublesome term anyways, is it not? 

Do buttons tempt you to press them? Ha, sometimes.

Do you have a favorite television host? Anderson Cooper 

What’s your opinion on celebrity chefs? I love me some Jamie Oliver and Gordon Ramsay. Oh, and my girl Ina Garten! 

Back when it first started, did you watch ANTM? Oh bitch I LIVED FOR THAT SHOW. 

Did you know, that there was even a Finnish version of ANTM? I’m sure there were several international spinoffs. 

Are you accident prone? It’s my middle name.

Have you ever broken something really valuable? Oh yes, quite often growing up. 

What is something that you own, that has sentimental value? I’m a huge sap so almost everything I own has some kind of sentimental significance to me. 

Have you ever had your own website? Oh yes What’s something that you finished recently? A whole freakin pot of coffee. And then I wonder why I don’t feel good... 

What’s the smallest town you recall visiting? The town my grandparents grew up in 

What’s the longest distance you’ve had to go to work or school? My first college was roughly an hour away, but I lived on campus so I wasn’t commuting.

Would you learn a new language, if you didn’t share one with your lover? Well that’s a moot point now 

Do you have friends who are constantly tagging you in challenges on FB? Nah not really 

When it comes to chocolate, do you prefer nougat, jelly or caramel filling? Caramel! Although solid chocolate is my preference. 

Are you more concerned about winning than just participating? Nah, I’m not competitive and I don’t have much of a drive to win. 

Has somebody you know taken their own life? Yes

Do you prefer onions, leeks or chives? Chives! 

What’s the most adult thing you have to do every day? Go to work, I suppose. But I half-ass all my responsibilities and that’s not very “adult” of me. 

What’s the most immature thing you like to do every day? Everything? 

Have you seen the movie, Clue? If so, isn’t it fab? I actually don’t think so 

Do your cheeks get flushed easily? Oh lord YES! 

Are there any social cues you miss entirely? I like to think I understand social cues and norms pretty well. Certainly a lot better than some people I know... *cough cough* MY FIANCE 

When someone doesn’t smile back at you, what’s your first thought? THEY HATE ME AND I’M THE WORST PERSON ON THE PLANET

Is there a person who melts your heart just by looking at you? Glenn 

Have you ever had tom kha kai? No clue what that is 

Have you, or anyone you know ever been rude to a server? I have not, and I absolutely don’t associate with people who are. Eat shit. 

What’s something you’re opinionated and very vocal about? Plenty of social justice issues. Oh, and the very hill I will die on: MOE’S > CHIPOTLE. DO NOT @ ME  ^When’s the last time you had to verbally defend your stance? Ha, thankfully I don’t associate with such low-lifes :P 

Have you ever played BitLife? Nope 

What’s something you regularly order online? Books, and all sorts of random odds & ends that I don’t need but can’t resist

Do you often make friends online? I did back in my teenage years, although they all remained exclusively online friends. We never met in person.

Do people ever try to get something from somebody through you? Wait what?

What do you think when you see a couple holding hands? Generally I think it’s cute. And I’m in no place to judge or comment on another couple’s PDA because me & Glenn are obnoxious lol 

Is there anything you’re forced to share with someone else? Well as I said earlier in the survey, I grew up forced to share everything with my siblings. 

What’s something stripy that you own? I think I have a striped shirt, and that’s about it. Oh, maybe some socks?

How about something polka dotted? Again, socks. 

What is something you find absolutely appalling? Saliva

Do you like elevators? I don’t dislike them

What’s the first thing that comes to mind when I say “midnight madness”? I’m blanking

When you’re angry, does it ever get physical? No never. Well, maybe I’ll punch a pillow or something just to relieve my aggression but that’s it. 

What do you do, when you’re immensely happy? Squeal! 

What made you scream out loud the last time you screamed? Who knows, I’m always getting scared and startled by shit, so it could’ve been anything! 

Can you hear your neighbors through the wall? Yes, our downstairs neighbor and his lady friend have very entertaining arguments. Glenn & I literally lay on the floor to listen because we’re just that immature and bored. (To be clear: the fights are never actually serious!)

What is something that frustrates you to no end? My own anxiety, my lack of drive, my clumsiness and absent-mindedness... 

Do you wear shoes indoors? I hardly even wear shoes OUTDOORS. 

Who is your favorite stand-up comedian? Jim Gaffigan is one of my faves. Though I give almost any stand-up special a shot. What’s the weirdest video YouTube has suggested to you? Oh I don’t even know where to begin

Is there a drink that just goes right through you? Coffee! 

Is there a food item you can’t eat because it doesn’t agree with you? It’s not so much the types of foods I eat but the AMOUNT I eat of them. Restraint just isn’t in my vocab. 

Do you playfully compete with someone about something? Nah, not really. 

Would you rather swim or run? Swim 

Do you like the smell of tar? Actually yeah. It’s one of those distinct summer scents! 

Have you ever been to a sauna? Yes, although I can only handle a minute or two. They are not for me! 

Does your doorbell ring unexpectedly often? Never 

Is your favorite fictional character a human, an animal or something else? Humans

Have you ever helped a stranger? If so, what did you do? Of course, in many ways. Random acts of kindness make the world go ‘round, people!! 

Do you share hobbies with any of your friends? What do you do together? Reading, writing, listening to music, crafting, etc etc. 

Do you have any flags on display? If so, what flag(s)? Nope

[jamesgregoruk]

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In this time where food delivery and takeaway service is at its peak, takeaway food boxes and other restaurant food packaging is one of the essentials to keep your business thriving. No matter how takeaway-friendly your offerings are, if your packaging won’t serve its purpose  in keeping the safety and preserving the quality of your food item, then you’ll fail to deliver the customer service that you want. After all, no one wants to receive soggy fries and a cold burger. 

Takeaway food boxes are among the tools that  restaurants with food delivery services utilize to keep the customers and the team safe. It also helps to increase brand awareness for your restaurant and takeaway brand as research shows that 10% of consumers consider packaging as important as the brand itself.

Read along as this article talks about the factors that will affect your decision in choosing one and the importance of knowing and selecting the best food delivery box for your meal delivery service.

WHAT ARE THE FACTORS THAT WILL AFFECT YOUR CHOICE FOR TAKEAWAY FOOD BOXES

As a restaurateur, you should always aim to deliver only your best work. With takeaway meal options for delivery, it’s always expected that it won’t be consumed for a length of time, this waiting time dramatically affects the quality of food and service you offer. That’s why it is important to know what type of takeaway food box will be suitable for your products. 

MATERIAL AVAILABLE AND ITS COST

Ever wondered how Chinese takeaways are always good even though they’re just using takeaway food boxes? Or how much it cost for Italian restaurants to serve their pasta in its perfect quality properly? Or how Indian food is being packed?

Here are basic guidelines of the materials available for your takeaway food boxes if you plan to have online food delivery and takeaway services.

Eco-friendly material. Sustainable materials such as bioplastics create a good impact on your restaurant and takeaway business. Customers are now more conscious of the materials they’re using and knowing that you’re using a material that will positively impact the environment is a huge help. 

Cardboard/Paper. This material has already proven itself to the market as most, if not all, of pizza deliveries, utilize this type of material. It is cost-effective,  easy to customize according to your branding, and compostable food packaging. Corrugated boxes help with heat insulation and temperature regulation, which prevents from making the food items soggy. 

Plastic. Though it is the most available disposable material for takeaway food boxes, consider that this type of material is not helping in preserving the quality of your food item at the same time it’s also not environmentally friendly. It may be a good packaging for a selection of fruit though.

Aluminum. Perfect for burritos and sandwiches because it helps trap the heat well, durable, and sealable. Things to look out for are that it’s not microwave-friendly and a bit expensive than other material. 

SAFETY AND HEALTH CONCERNS

The  pandemic caused some changes in the consumers’ spending habits and behaviour, one of these is that consumers are now more sensible about the products they consume. But then, no one will say no to fresh produce and the best chef in town so takeaway businesses are very handy this time.

Restaurant owners like you just have to be mindful of the food containers . Usage of disposable and suitable utensils are seen to be effective in improving the quality of takeaway food boxes.

It is also ideal for adding tamper-evident labels, or tamper-proof boxes for deliveries to ensure that there’s no spill and contamination during the travel of foods. Make sure to provide proper instructions to your customers on how to prepare your takeaway food item properly. 

Of course, this is given that you’ve properly implemented proper health and safety protocols during the food handling and food preparation process. 

FOOD BOXES AND PACKAGING TRENDS

Having a great insight into what is popular to your customers is important to any business. Your takeaway food boxes play an important role not just with the quality of the food you’re delivering to your customers, but also into your marketing.

Here are some of the trends that you might want to consider in selecting the best takeaway food box for your restaurant and takeaway business:

Minimalist Design Packaging

Sustainable Packaging

Convenient Packaging

Personalized Packaging

WHAT IS THE IMPORTANCE OF USING QUALITY TAKEAWAY FOOD BOXES

No one can stress it enough on how important good packaging is for a takeaway business. It upholds your food item’s quality, helps with your marketing, and even reflects your business’ values. It represents your whole business to your customers. Here are the main reasons why utilizing a high-quality takeaway food box is important. 

SUPPORTS YOUR BRANDING

There are times that packaging is considered more important compared to branding. It is the primary touchpoint for your takeaway businesses; that’s why it is important to take it as an opportunity to communicate your brand to your customers using your food boxes. The first impression is important.

Considering that your packaging would be the first physical interaction of your customers with your services, securing a good first impression will surely benefit you.

KEEPS YOUR FOOD ITEMS FROM CROSS-CONTAMINATION

According to a study, the risk of transmitting COVID 19 through food packaging is less likely, it is still important to use proper takeaway food boxes. This is to secure your food items from other contamination that might affect your service quality. 

HELP DRIVES CUSTOMER LOYALTY

Personalized takeaway food boxes help increase customer’s interest and retention with your brand. It is observed that there’s a 30% higher interest from customers with brands that took their time with their packaging compared to those who didn’t think it through. Increase in customer loyalty leads to a boost in food sales as well. 

FINAL TAKEAWAY

Take this opportunity to maximize the potential your takeaway food boxes have. It helps to position your business on where you would like to position it to the market, increase sales, and drive customer loyalty for your takeaway. These are just some of the benefits that will positively impact your takeaway business should you decide to utilize a quality takeaway food box. 

Are you still trying to set up your takeaway business? Let’s talk, and we’ll help you out.

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