#trash pullout

[twittercriterion]

Transitional Kitchen - Kitchen Eat-in kitchen - large transitional l-shaped medium tone wood floor and brown floor eat-in kitchen idea with an undermount sink, flat-panel cabinets, gray cabinets, marble countertops, gray backsplash, marble backsplash, paneled appliances and an island

[arinaysays]

Contemporary Home Office Toronto An illustration of a mid-sized, modern built-in desk study space with a light wood floor and beige walls.

[xbabyjah]

Kitchen Dining

Inspiration for a sizable, classic, u-shaped, eat-in kitchen remodel with a dark wood floor and brown flooring, an undermount sink, shaker cabinets, white cabinets, quartz countertops, white backsplash, and a mosaic tile backsplash. Stainless steel appliances, an island, and white countertops are also featured.

[motelpearl]

inside an abandoned trailer, armstrong ontario, 2017

[superdaisypowerhour]

I kind of expected a lot from harrow the ninth after the end of act one but i really didnt have john gaius, emperor of the nine houses, necrolord prime, God, subtly hinting that ianthe was packing on my bingo sheet

[humanowitzlegacy]

Traditional Kitchen in Nashville

Large elegant l-shaped medium tone wood floor and brown floor enclosed kitchen photo with an undermount sink, raised-panel cabinets, beige cabinets, marble countertops, beige backsplash, ceramic backsplash, paneled appliances, an island and white countertops

[beanarie]

part 3 of buck takes a mental health break. things get kind of epistolary (ish) from here on out.

~

Los Olivos is... nice. Super nice. Buck has driven through a couple of times, but he's never stopped here. He squints at his phone, triple-checking the address, before he rings the bell.

The door opens, and it's like the sun came out. "Buckaroo!" Carla smiles big and wide. "You get in here right now." Her arms wrap around him as unabashedly as they always did. He gleans as much warmth and comfort as he can before she lets go to give him a once over. "Look at Mr. Universe! My goodness, so much more of you to love now. Come in, come in. I hope you're hungry. I've been cooking since late morning, but if you'd shown me a recent photo, I would've started yesterday."

He manages to put away most of the ribs she put in front of him, with her husband Elden polishing off the rest. After ignoring her protests and helping load the dishwasher, he takes in the photos taking up most of the wall space and several surfaces.

She chuckles at the one he stopped in front of. "That's from the wedding of, uh, you-know-who."

"It's a beautiful photo." Elden is wearing a suit a similar shade of blue to the one Buck wore to his and Abby's disastrous first date. If he closes his eyes, he can still hear Bobby's voice in his ear, giving last minute advice as he helped Buck with his tie.

That part of it was a good memory.

"You okay?" Carla asks.

Buck shakes himself, seeing a way out that's sure to be worth it if only to see her reaction. "Uh, hey. Do you remember how Abby had that ex that kind of smashed her heart into little pieces?"

"Oh, yeah. She was hung up to an embarrassing degree. Her mom used to talk about the guy, too. She loved him."

"I forgot about that," Buck says under his breath, suddenly thinking about Tommy hanging out with Abby's elderly mom, being mildly caustic at each other while playing scrabble or doing a puzzle.

"Why would you bring up whatshisn-?"

"Uh, Tommy."

She tilts her head, intrigued. "Good memory."

Later Buck is proud of himself for making sure she's sitting before he gives her the story. As it is she laughs so hard she almost falls off the couch.

"Your life, I swear," she says, wheezing. "I don't know why I'm even surprised."

Buck finds himself grinning along, wider than he has in a long time.

"You know, you lit up a little when you talked about him. You still like this guy?"

"Yeah," he says, only a little doubt in his mind. "I think so."

"He really thought you were in love with Eddie?" She has an incredible gobsmacked face. "Now, I adore that man, and the two of you would be pretty as hell." She winks and Buck snickers. "But he has a talent for making things hard, and you, Evan Buckley. You deserve something easy."

~

(Hen): Hey, Eddie told me what he said. Say the word, and Karen and I will get him ostracized from every parent group in the county.

(Buck): Don't do that.

(Buck): It affects Chris.

(Hen): Good point. We could do gyms. You have no idea how important gays are to that scene.

(Buck): I might not be Gay-gay but I have spent a little time in gyms. I know.

(Hen): Right, that's fair.

(Hen): You seemed like you were managing. I should've noticed you were making yourself smaller.

(Buck): Thanks, Hen.

(Hen): You're missed, just so you know. Not just during shifts. You'll always be one of ours, understand?

(Hen): Buck?

(Hen): Maybe you don't understand. That's on me. I'll do better in the future.

(Buck): I miss you, too. The lady who served me at this truck stop diner had glasses like yours.

(Hen): I hope you gave her a good compliment.

(Buck): Of course I did. And a big tip.

~

Oakland is next, Lucy doesn't have a spare room ("My partner's brother is staying with us for a while. He's a funny little shit. You'll probably be best friends.") but she does have a pullout couch, and when Buck lies at an angle, his feet don't dangle off the edge.

He and Lucy get just this side of absolutely trashed. When they've toasted to Cap's memory multiple times and the stories slow to a trickle, she grabs his phone. "I'm gonna find you a not-nice boy on grindr."

Buck sits back in his chair and gives a have at it gesture. He watches her, always so comfortable in her own skin. "When did you first, y'know, know?"

She doesn't hesitate for a second. "Eleven. Heather Edison. Sixth grade English. She read for Juliet in class and I wanted to be Romeo so bad."

"Who did you get instead?"

She makes a face. "Tybalt. Ugh."

"What's it like growing up knowing pretty much the whole time?"

"Well, I got a couple years on you. It was a lot of sussing people out and very carefully figuring out who was safe to share that part of myself with." She picks up her shoulders breezily. "Sometimes I was wrong. It happens."

"That sounds terrible. I'm sorry."

"Price of admission," she says. "Now, do you wanna stick with the Greek god aesthetic, or do you feel like broadening your horizons a little?"

Sheree, the girlfriend, brings him coffee the morning after.

"Do you miss it?" she asks. "The job? If you're anything like Lucy... She broke her wrist once and the whole time she couldn't be out there it was like she was locked in a glass case full of water."

The job is what killed him, Buck thinks idly. But even now, he recognizes that it's also what kept him going as long as he did. Buck sips at his coffee. "It's only been a few days," he says with a little teasing smile. "Right now it barely counts as time away."

~

(Eddie): Chris said it's my fault you left and then he stopped talking to me again

(Eddie): it's not really is it?

(Buck): I don't know what I'm supposed to say to that. It feels like no matter what I do it's wrong, so I'd rather not engage at all for a while.

His phone rings. Buck rejects the call, then pulls over and drinks half a water bottle.

(Buck): I know this was hard on you, but finding out after the fact was not worse than being there. It wasn't. Bobby's face that night will be with me on my deathbed. Maybe you'll always remember how Chris looked when you told him, but you get a lifetime of new memories to replace it with.

Buck plugs all that in from the notes app, then immediately has a thought.

(Buck): If you ever talk to me like that again I'll transfer for good.

Hands shaking, he turns off alerts from Eddie. Then he texts Chris a photo of himself and Carla at her house. The amount of exclamation points he gets in return chips away at the concrete block around his heart.

~

(Buck): Am I exhausting?

(Buck): Sorry. Hi how are you?

(Tommy): Too late, you already set the tone. Exhausting? You did tire me out on a regular basis

"Oh," Buck says to himself.

(Tommy): in the bedroom. But I'd never say you were exhausting, that's not how I think of you at all. I don't see how anyone could.

(Buck): Oh

(Tommy): Howie told me about your sabbatical. Where are you now?

(Buck): A couple hours outside Salt Lake City.

(Tommy): Exciting stuff. Don't let the mormons get you.

(Buck): Truck driver fell asleep and caused a pileup. That was pretty exciting.

(Tommy): Not for an old pro like you. Did you have to bust out your skills?

(Buck): For a bit. No fatalities, that was good. Mostly just concussions and whiplash.

(Tommy): Look at you, working on your vacation.

It's such a simple exchange, but the concrete block feels even weaker now. He remembers Bobby saying He's good for you, at a time that they later found out was him saying his goodbyes. That taints it, somewhat, but Buck can't get over that Bobby thought he'd be leaving Buck in a good place, with Tommy.

(Buck): Thank you, Tommy

(Tommy): For responding to your texts? It was a real hardship. I'll never get those 90 seconds back.

(Buck): For making me smile. You always do that.

(Tommy): You're pretty good at that yourself. Drive safe, Evan.

[arc-misadventures]

So I was re-reading Friends AU just for the kick in the teeth and I'd love to see more positive Jaune/Winter friendships (despite the birthday incident)

A Game of Chess

Jaune: The first move is yours.

Winter smiled as she sat down, and moved a kings pawn forward. She watched, Jaune's 'acquaintances' run off to grab a hotdog, effortlessly abandoning their 'friend' like useless trash. Winter had long since started to understand why, Jaune had long since stopped seeing, if ever seeing these people as his 'friends.'

But, that... they did not matter now. All that mattered right now was this game of chess, and spending time with, Jaune.

Winter: Tell me, have you really been here all day, Jaune.

Jaune: Yes...

Winter: All alone?

Winter watched carefully as his eyes nervously darted to the side before return to address, Winter.

Jaune: A-All alone... Everyone was gone playing, hide, and go seek... so...

Winter: I see. So you were here all alone, just playing chess?

Jaune: Not all the time... Sometimes I just reset the chess board, and stare at it for a while.

Winter: Why?

Jaune moves a queens knight onto the field as his mind planned for the hundredth move that could be made.

Jaune: Setting up the board... I find it to be... calming. Everything in it's place, everything is peaceful. Back at home I would pullout my chess set, and set it up, not to play a game, just set it up, and I feel calm.

Winter: Because it's calming...

Winter took in his words with a hint of sorrow in her voice. To find peace in something so simple sounded like a luxury to her.

Jaune: Is something wrong?

Winter: Oh, it's just sounds nice to simply set up a board game, and to feel an air of calmness to yourself. I never had such a privilege with my father constantly harassing me for one thing, or another. But, maybe now things will change...

Winter moved another queens pawn forward, before turning to look at, Jaune giving her a question gaze.

Winter: What?

Jaune: What do you mean by that; 'Maybe now?" Did something happen?

Winter: Oh yes, you have been here all day so you wouldn't know... My father, Jacques Schnee... He's dead.

Jaune's eyes blinked for a moment, before his head cocked to the side as a confused grunt escaped his lips.

Jaune: Huh?

Winter: Jacques Schnee is dead. He was murdered in the panic room in homes mansion.

Jaune: In the panic room; How?

Jaune moved his queens knight forward taking, Winter's pawn putting her in a precarious position.

Winter: That's the million Lien question... I have a few theories myself, but those theories are worthless without any more information on how he died. Well, how they got into the panic room; a slit throat doesn't need an explanation.

Jaune: Well... I'm sorry...?

Winter made her move before turning to look at, Jaune.

Winter: Are you asking that as a question?

Jaune: Well... He's your dad, and he's dead. But, it's, Jacques Schnee. So...?

Winter leaned back in her stool, as she looked towards the sky, deep in thought.

Winter: Ohhh... My father... Jacques Schnee has been murdered... How could someone do this...?!

Winter drops her face in her hand, and 'cries' at the lost of her father. She opens her fingers to peak at, Jaune's reaction. Or, more accurately, lack of emotion.

Winter: Unconvincing?

Jaune: Were you ever convinced when your father said: 'I love you?'

Jaune moved another pawn freeing one of his rooks.

Winter: Ohhh... how rude.

Winter smiled as she move another pawn freeing up her queen.

Winter: It is as you say, he may be my father, but it was, Jacques Schnee. That bastard would do anything for a Lien. He even tried to sell me off to gain a foothold in another company.

Jaune: Wait, seriously?

Jaune paused as he took in, Winter's words before moving his rook forward.

Jaune: Are you being serious? Cause, I can't tell if you're just exaggerating, or being serious, because it sounds like something he would do.

Winter: He tried to marry me off to men twice my age. When I was ten!

Jaune: Oh gods...

Winter: Mother put an end to those attempts, and said I couldn't do it until I was at least of marriageable age. The next time it happened though, I thought she would stop him, but she had succumbed to the bottle at the time. I could at least dodge his prodding, when I enlisted into the military.

Jaune: But, she still protected you.

Winter: How?

Winter asked as her pawn took, Jaune's knight.

Jaune: You weren't old enough that you could protect yourself from his scheming's. Willow... Ahem... Mrs... Miss, Schnee bought you time. Time for you to grow to become strong enough to protect yourself.

Jaune made this observation as she moved his rook to the middle of the board.

Winter's body stopped as she was about to touch her queen before she leaned back to lean, and stared wide eyed at, Jaune.

Winter: She did protect me...? How?

Jaune: There are three ways to protect a person: You give them a shield to protect themselves from harm. You give them a blade to fight back from those that would harm you. Or, you give them a cloak to hide them from harm. Your mom couldn't give a sword, or a shield, so she gave you a cloak to hide yourself long enough so that you could acquire your own sword, and shield.

Jaune: Your mother gave you a cloak which gave you time; Time to learn, time to grow, time that made it so you were able protect yourself, Much needed time so you would no longer need her cloak to hide yourself from his dealings.

Winter: She gave me her cloak... I.. I never saw it that way. But, why didn't she protect, Weiss as well? She could have protected her as well.

Jaune: Where was, Willow's shield? Where was her blade? And, where was , Willow's cloak? Who was protecting her, while she was protecting you?

Winter: Oh...

Winter: Mother had to deal with the brunt of, Jacques's abuse head on, while she protected me, and Weiss as best she could. No wonder she fled to the bottom of a bottle.

Winter made her next move, and put her queen into the field.

Winter: It seems I need to apologize to my mother. There are many things I did not understand... Well, at least with, Jacques dead mother may stop drinking.

Jaune: Hopefully, it's not easy breaking an addiction.

Winter: I'll make sure she does, I promise.

Jaune: Good.

Jaune moves his kings pawn forward, putting it in a rather odd location which gave, Winter pause.

Winter: Hmmm...? What are you planning...?

Jaune: A shopping list.

Winter: A-A shopping list?

Jaune: Yeah, I took a mission slay a, Karniviar. It's a bit out of the ways, so I'll need so stock up on some supplies before I got to hunt it down.

Winter: A Karniviar; Is that a type of, Grimm?

Winter asked as she moved her queens bishop to protect her queen while, Jaune pulls out his scroll, and shows, Winter a picture of the, Grimm he was going to hunt.

Winter: Oh... I have never seen this kind of, Grimm before...

Jaune: It's a rare species of, Grimm. Researcher's are not sure what class the, Karniviar fits into. Most people think it's one of the reclusive types, that hid in the wilderness until it grows big enough to cause mayhem.

Winter: I see... That's quite a lot of bone plating... It will be quite difficult for your team to punch through that.

Jaune: Nahh... I'm more concerned with that tail flailing about then how thick it's bone plating is. There are plenty of chinks in it's armour to exploit. I shouldn't have a hard time dealing with it. Checkmate.

Winter's mind stopped when he said that. She became as stiff as a statue as her mind slowly rebooted.

Winter: W-When did your bishop get there? No wait, 'I?' Are you going to deal with that, Grimm all on your own?!

Jaune: I'll explain how I won first: You were focusing on the fact I haven't moved my queen, thinking that my plan was to move my other pieces into the perfect position so I could suddenly use my queen, and go for the kill. When in actuality the plan was to make you think I had some sort of grand plan with my queen in mind, when I never had any intention of using her, and was instead focusing on getting my other pieces into the perfect position. And, then go for the kill.

Winter: You came up with a strategy where the entire plan was to make me think you were going to move one piece, and you never planned to touched that one piece.

Jaune: Yep.

Winter: ...

Winter: That... That is a terrifying strategy. Less so than the fact that was your plan, but more so that you actually did it, and I never saw it coming until it was too late.

Jaune: Thank you.

Winter: Your welcome. Now, what's this bit about you taking on this, Karniviar all on your own?

Jaune: Why I took the mission, or why am I doing this all on my own?

Winter: Are they not related?

Jaune: Somewhat. I never heard of a, Karniviar before so I did some research on it. It's armour platting that requires high caliber AP rounds to pierce. It's claws posse the capabilities to tear through one inch of solid steel,. It possess a bight force of an estimated 20,000 psi. And, while it tail spike can pierce through an, Atlasian Knight with ease. All in all it is considered on it's own a, C Class threat. It was a, C Class level threat when I selected it from the mission listing. This one however, should have been classified as a, B Class threat, possibly even an A Class threat due to its location.

Winter: It's location? Where is it located?

Jaune: Near where the, Karniviar was seen, is atown called, Breakers Peak. A fishing town that supplies fifty to sixty precent of, Atlas's raw fish, which counts for approximately thirty percent of Atlas, and Mantles overall food supply.

Jaune: If the, Grimm attacks this town, and even destroys part of the town, just a small section of the town it could have massive repercussions towards their food production. If this happens it would affect, Atlas's, and Mantle's food supply, even if thirty percent is knocked down to ten percent it will still affect everything as well. The price of fish go up, and then any ingredients involved with cooking fish goes up; cooking oil, flour, eggs, their price goes up as well. And, if the price of food goes up people get worried, and if the people get worried...

Winter: The Grimm get rowdy.

Jaune: Correct.

Winter let loose a tired sigh as she face rubbed her face. Her mind was running wild at how a single, Grimm, which would be seen as a minor nuisance, could possibly lead to a total upheaval of, Atlas, and Mantle if not dealt with. Expeditiously.

Winter: When did you think of.. all of this?

Jaune: I did some research of the, Karniviar as I said, after that I did some research of the area it is was spotted in.

Winter: And, then you learned about, Breakers Peak, and studied up on the town. Learning about how they are a fishing village, and how much fish they precure for, Atlas, and Mantle. And, if this particular, Grimm attack the town.

Jaune: The ramifications could be dire. The towns defenses' are decent enough to deal with, Sabyr class, Grimm attacks. But, I doubt they would survive an attack with from this, Karniviar. Not to mention if one, Grimm such as this one attacks the town, more could soon follow.

Jaune: So, I consider this to be an, B Class threat at least, that should be dealt with as soon as possible.

Winter: All on your own?

A weak smile spread across, Jaune's face as he looked away. Before looking at, Winter with a tired, and sad look in her eyes.

Jaune: I asked if anyone would join me...

Winter: And, what did they say?

Jaune: They never got back to me...

Winter: Ahh, so you're taking this alone because no one said... anything?

Jaune: Pretty much. But, I felt that this mission should be done, even if its all on my own.

Winter: I see... Very well then. When do we leave?

Jaune: ...?

Jaune: Beg my pardon... But, did you say, 'We?'

A coy smirk spread across her face as stared, Jaune down.

Winter: I won't let you take this creature all on you own, Jaune. Besides, after you thoroughly defeated me in this game of chess, I'm curious to see what kind of strategy you would come up to deal with it. So, what do you say, Jaune, ready to go, Grimm hunting?

Jaune returned her smirk with one of his own.

Jaune: Tomorrow morning, so you better get ready to leave first thing in the morning. Okay?

Winter: Alright, I'll meet you at the landing pads around, 0800 hrs.

Jaune: I'll see you then, Winter. In the meantime I am quite hungry... w-would you care to join me for a meal? We can discuss more about the mission there.

Winter: I... I would like that...

Jaune: That's great... Uhhh... I know several nice dinners around here... Is there anything in particular you would be interested in eating?

Winter smiled as she gave him a cheeky look.

Winter: You know... I suddenly have an odd craving for fish.

Jaune returned her cheeky smile with one of his own.

Jaune: You don't say...? Well, I know this really great place that serves the best fish 'an chips. Care to join me?

Winter: You know... I never had fish, and chips before.

Jaune: Oh? Well then, let's go fix that then, shall we?

Winter: Lets.

[pogues4lifeee]

👉(*′′′>﹏<′′′*👈) migraine - rafe 👉(*′′′>﹏<′′′*👈)

Summary: You are Rafe’s younger sister and Sarah’s fraternal twin. You were supposed to hang out with the pogues today, but you got one of your awful migraines and rafe takes care of you.

warnings: descriptions of vomiting, please skip if this triggers you.

word count: 1.9k

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I woke up to a knock on my door. I opened my eyes and looked over to the door to see Sarah open it and walk in.

“Why aren’t you ready yet y/n?” Sarah asked me.

“What are you talking about Sar?” I asked, groggily

“Boat day with the Pogues, remember? It’s already 8” she said

“Shit I forgot.” I said. “You go ahead, I’ll meet you guys there.” I said, rolling back over.

“Ok, see you there y/n.” Sarah said, leaving the room.

I sat up, when I was met with the familiar sharp pains in my head and blurriness in my left eye. I groaned in pain. 

I’ve been getting migraines for around 3 years now, ever since I was 15. They started when my dad and Rose started fighting more and more. When they started, they were manageable, but throughout the years, they’ve been getting worse and worse. Now. they’d become unbearable. My head would be throbbing with random sharp pains and my left eye would become crazy blurry, I would get nauseous and throw up sometimes, and I wouldn’t even be able to eat or drink anything without it coming up. And to make things worse, I had run out of my migraine meds, and I could already tell this was one of those days where nothing would stay down as I was already feeling so nauseous. 

I knew there was no way I could survive in that summer sun with the pogues all day, because not only could I not drink water, but if I wasn’t drinking beer with them, they would know something’s up. I pulled out my phone, turning the brightness all the way down and opened up the group chat. There were a couple new texts from the pogues.

jb: whooooo boat day!!!!

brainiac pope: i’ll meet you guys there in 30 minutes, my pops made me do a couple deliveries

kie: headed to the chateau now!

captain maybank: hey sarah, r u and y/n on ur way?

fav sister (sarah): i'm coming, y/n will meet us there, she woke up super late as always lol

jb: honestly, i expected that 

I had to come up with a lie fast, so i typed:

y/n: About that guys, I can’t come today. Dad wants me to help him prep the Druthers for the hurricane later this week.

fav sister: I thought Rafe was helping him with that tomorrow

y/n: nope, he changed his mind i guess, lucky you got out early

captain maybank: you’re literally his favourite kid how did you not get out of it

y/n: idk ig he needs 2 ppl or smt

kie: ok, we will miss you!!!

I shut my phone off and tried to fall back asleep, but my bed wasn’t doing it for me, so with whatever strength I could gather, I went downstairs to the pullout couch with a trash can. I sat down on the couch, bringing my knees up to my chest and resting my head on the cushions. I whined in pain, feeling another sharp pain shoot through my skull. I tried to fall asleep, but the throbbing in my head and the sickness in my stomach kept me up. I couldn’t even do anything at all since my nauseousness would come back. I was so thirsty and hungry but I knew I couldn’t eat or drink anything or else I would throw up. I just wanted to sleep and be left alone today. After about 3 hours, I managed to doze off for a bit. 

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“Yeah, sure. I’ll be over at around 7:45.”

The sound of someone’s voice woke me up. I opened my eyes again, feeling the throbbing and nausea coming back. I winced in pain, looking over to see who it was. It was Rafe. I immediately settled back in. Rafe was the only person who knew about my migraines, and he always took great care of me. But Rafe was just telling someone, probably Topper or Sofia, that he would be going over in a couple hours. I froze, trying to be unnoticeable, because if Rafe saw me here, he would want to take care of me and I couldn’t let him cancel his plans.

Rafe and I were each other's favourite siblings. Ever since we were little, we would always take care of each other. He would always comfort me when I was upset, I would always cover for him when he snuck out, and we were just always there for each other.

Rafe was about to step out of the house, but another sharp pain hit, and it was the worst one I’d had all day, causing me to let out a loud whimper. I covered my mouth, hoping Rafe didn’t hear it, but of course he did.

“Y/N?” he asked, looking around. 

He came into the living room, seeing me in a ball on the couch, covered in my favourite fuzzy pink blanket. He jogged over to the couch and got down on his knees next to me.

“Hey hey hey, what’s going on? Is it one of your migraines?” he asked.

I nodded slightly, afraid to speak or move my head too much. 

“Did you drink any water?” he asked

“No, it’s one of those days where nothing will stay down.” I said.

“Did you take your meds?” he asked

“No,” I said, shaking my head. “I’m all out.”

“Okay, hang tight.” he said, heading towards the door. He left, closing the door softly, so that the sound didn’t cause my headache to get worse. I sat there, massaging my head, trying to ease the pain a little bit. After 15 minutes, I heard Rafe’s car pull back in the driveway. He gently opened the door, holding a small paper bag. He went into the kitchen, and I heard the fridge open quietly. Another strong wave of pain hit me. I groaned loudly, trying to focus somewhere other than my awful headache, but I couldn’t. The waves of pain were getting more frequent now, occurring every couple minutes. Rafe walked into the living room, holding a glass of water and my migraine pills.

“You’re a fucking lifesaver, Rafe.” I say, accepting the pills and water from his hand. I put the water down on the table and swallowed the pills dry. 

“You need to drink water.” Rafe commands. 

“I can’t Rafe, I can’t keep anything down today.” I said.

“No no, drink it. If it comes back up, then I won’t make you drink anymore for a while at least, but it will help a little bit.” he said. 

I was about to argue back, but the pain shut me up. I took small sips of water, turning into gulps as I finished the whole glass. Rafe sat down next to me and started massaging my head. He always knew exactly what to do in these situations. 

“Have you eaten anything?” he asks, whispering.

“Rafe, I already told you, nothing will stay down.” I said.

As if on cue, I felt the water I drank start to come back up.

“Rafe, the water is coming back up.” I muttered

Rafe immediately got off the couch and grabbed the trash can from beside the couch and handed it to me. I lifted it to my mouth as I gagged up the water that Rafe made me drink.

“Okay, we’ll take it easy for now,” Rafe said once I was done vomiting. “For now, try to go to sleep.” 

I nodded and laid down on the couch, bringing my knees up to my chest. Rafe laid back down next to me, going back to massage my head. Within 15 minutes, I fell back asleep. 

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I woke up to see Rafe sitting in the reading chair next to the couch, texting someone. He had changed from the polo shirt and jeans he was wearing earlier to a graphic tee shirt and sweats. His eyes immediately fell on me and he got up and came over to the couch. 

“Hey sleepyhead, feeling any better?” Rafe asked with a small smile.

“What time is it?” I asked Rafe.

“It’s about 8:15 now, you slept for almost 7 hours,” he said.

“What happened to your plans?” I asked. 

“I told Top I couldn’t make it.” he said.

“Why?” I asked, still half asleep. 

“I wasn’t about to leave you to deal with this by yourself.” he said. “Are you feeling better at all?” 

“Actually, yeah,” I said. “My head still hurts, but I think I can manage water and some food now.” I said.

“That’s good. I’ll go make you something.” He said, tuning to leave the room. I stopped him.

“I’m sorry.” I said. Rafe turned to look at me.

“What the fuck are you sorry for?” he asked, getting down on his knees to meet my eyes.

“I’m sorry you had to cancel your plans to take care of me.” I said. 

“Don’t apologize,” Rafe said. “It’s not your fault.” He got up and left the room 

 I sat up, crossing my legs. I pulled out my phone, the brightness still all the way down. I opened my text messages. I had one from Sarah and a couple from the pogues. I opened the one from Sarah first.

fav sister: Sleepover at the Chateau, come if you want. We missed you today!

I opened the text from the pogues 4 life group chat. 

jb: hey y/n, you almost done? today was no fun without you

captain maybank: yeah, I had no one to shotgun a beer with!

kie: hey I offered!

captain maybank: yeah, but it's not the same kie!

kie: whatever

pope: we missed you today though y/n and we hope u can come for the sleepover.

I texted a quick ‘thanks, missed you guys too.’ and put my phone away just as Rafe came back with another tall glass of water, some toast with avocado on it, and another one of my migraine pills on a tray.

“Here you go m’lady.” he said, setting the tray on my lap. 

I took a bite of the avocado toast and took a sip of the water. . 

I finished eating quickly, took my meds and got up, picking up my phone. Rafe immediately got up, making sure I was good.

“I’m gonna go upstairs to sleep.” I said. 

“You want me to come upstairs with you?” he asked.

“No, you go out with Topper. You shouldn’t have cancelled your plans just to take care of me.” I demanded.

“Not a chance in hell. I cancelled for a reason y/n. The only question is do you want me to come upstairs or stay down here?” he asked again.

“Come up with me please?” I asked.

“Of course.” Rafe said, getting up and following me up the stairs. 

I got in my bed and snuggled under the covers. Rafe got in after me, kicking off his slippers. He started to rub my back and massage my head again. Before I drifted off to sleep, I looked over at Rafe.

“I think I already said this, but thank you Rafe. I love you so much and thank you for taking care of me.” I said.

“Anytime y/n/n. You would take care of me in this situation, plus I know how bad your migraines can get, especially if you don’t have your medication.” he said, taking a small break from massaging my head. 

I gave him a little hug before turning back around and drifting off to sleep for the night.

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A/N: Sorry it took me so long to update, I’ve been super busy lately and haven’t had much time to write, but I’m back! (I say as if 2 days is a long time). Love you guys so much!

[sevcasejay1chicago]

This is probably going to sound weird, but if you’re still looking for requests, I have an idea since I’m currently sick.

Jay, Matt and Kelly x emetophobic reader who wakes in the night anxious because her post nasal drip makes her feel like throwing up.

If this is too weird, feel free to pass by.

Babe. I totally get it cause IVE BEEN THERE.

Here’s a little short blurb to get you through! ❤️ Feel better soon my love!

Everything’s gonna be alright- Matt, Jay, and Kelly

Warnings: cold/flu symptoms described, anxiety attacks, alludes to vomiting (includes gagging and the feeling if vomiting) but not actual puking.

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The boys have been nothing but patient and loving since you have been home. You attempted to make it through the work day, but ended up having to call Jay for a ride home. He purposely stayed near or at the station, having seen this coming, but knowing you wouldn’t back down without a fight.

Matt met you and Jay at the door. You had finally been overcome by your fever and could not take a step without feeling like you would pass out. Matt immediately gave you orange juice and some flu medicine in hopes that you would feel a bit better soon. Kelly waved from the kitchen where he was making April Sexton’s mom’s famous chicken noodle soup. Kelly let out a little chuckle as Jay walked up the stairs, you waving pitifully over his shoulder like Nana from Peter Pan.

After Jay got you changed into Matt’s sweats and his army hoodie, he carried you back down the stairs and plopped you down on the middle of the pullout couch, which was now holding at least 8 pillows and 10 blankets. Matt handed you the remote, which then started a (favorite genre, movie series) marathon. You slept through most of it, but nobody bothered changing the channel.

At some point, Kelly woke you up to eat dinner and take more meds as Jay and Matt snoozed beside you. You briefly noticed it was dark outside before you broke into a coughing fit, effectively waking Matt and Jay from their slumber. Matt’s arm thwacked Jay in the chest as he reached over him to get to you. Jay placed a hand on your leg, not able to sit up as Matt practically pined him to the mattress.

“Okay baby. There you go. Cough all that stuff up.” Kelly encouraged, handing you a wad of tissues as he patiently waited for the fit to die down, rubbing your back.

You nodded, coughing into the tissues. Nothing seemed to want to come up. Eventually, the coughing died down and you were left with tears rolling down your face from the effort and the chest pain. You blew your nose before tossing the tissues in the trash can Kelly offered. Matt reached over and handed you your inhaler, encouraging you to use it. You hardly ever use it anymore, but you need it the most when you’re sick.

After that episode, you were left exhausted and told the boys you were ready for bed. Kelly carried you upstairs to bed while Jay and Matt cleaned up downstairs. By the time they got into bed, you were snoring on Kelly’s chest.

Around 2 am, you woke up shaking violently. You were freezing. You couldn’t breathe and you were honestly starting to freak out. It took you a moment to realize that you felt nauseous on top of it all and you immediately shook the person closest to you.

Kelly groaned as he felt someone shaking him. “Wha?” Kelly mumbled, rubbing sleep from his eyes.

You whimpered, folding in on yourself to try and stop the shaking. You could swear that your bones were literally rattling. You swallowed convulsively as you tried to keep your stomach at bay.

Kelly quickly sat up when he finally processed what was going on. He flicked on the light as he reached over the bed for the trash can he left there for your tissues. Once he had that emptied onto the floor, he reached over you to shaking Matt awake. “Shhh baby. It’s okay.” Kelly soothed, rubbing your back as Matt got his bearings and then woke up Jay.

“Whats going on?” Jay groaned, flipping over and observing the situation.

“She on fire.” Kelly said, hand to the back of your neck. “Baby? You feeling sick?” Kelly asked, pushing the covers away from you as he slid behind you.

You nodded, clutching his legs once they were around you in an attempt to ground yourself.

“It’s probably the phlegm.” Matt stated, rubbing your back. “If you gotta be sick, it’s okay. Everything’s gonna be alright Angel.” Matt cooed, kissing your shoulder blade.

Jay, who had gone to the bathroom for the thermometer and a washcloth, stuck the thermometer in your ear. When it beeped, he whistled lowly. “103.4” he quietly announced before placing the cloth on the back of your neck.

“Call Will. Ask when would be the time to take her to Med.” Matt instructed. He wanted to take you now, but he didn’t want to scare you further.

You jolted slightly, gagging into your hand. You allowed Kelly to place the trash can in front of you, though you tilted your head back against his shoulder. You had tears streaming down your face as one hand stayed planted over your mouth and the other rested on your chest.

“Baby girl. Just let it happen.” Kelly said, holding the trash can closer and pulling your ponytail back.

You worked to steady your breathing, swallowing against the feeling of snot running down the back of your throat. You were not going to throw up. You just weren’t. You kept up with your breathing exercises, barely containing a few gags as Matt patted you down with another damp cloth that Jay had brought in. Eventually, you calmed enough to risk a few sips of water and a couple NyQuil.

“Will said to bring her in if she hits 104 or can’t keep anything down.” Jay informed, gently sitting back down on his side of the mattress.

“She’s cooling down some.” Kelly said, reaching for the thermometer. “Yep. 102.7.” Kelly announced, gently pulling you to recline back on him.

“Wanna sleep.” You whispered, finally calming down as the nausea began to settle.

All three boys hummed and laid down. Kelly made sure that you were propped up in between his legs and on his chest before closing his eyes. Everyone whispered their good nights as Jay set his alarm for your next dose of medicine and Matt settled in to watch over you for a while longer before he allowed sleep to overtake him.

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[sundazetales]

Little dabble fic where Logan finds a stray cat and takes it home

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Once Wade had taken Logan in, Logan hadn’t left Wade’s side. He followed him on his jobs, staying close to Wade’s heels. He joined him on dog walks and slept at the foot of his pullout bed. He refused to share the bed with Wade, knowing the man would wake up to Logan’s claws buried in his chest, bleeding out. Wade had laughed at him, saying him, saying he was unkillable and Logan’s perfect bedmate, but Logan ignored him and slept on the floor. Wade had since brought him a futon, pillows and blankets.

He was by Wade’s side now as he helped him clear the apartment of the party, filling a black plastic bag with paper plates stained by cake. Wade nodded approvingly as Logan removed the rest of the trash from the apartment into the bag and then tied the bag into a neat knot; he slipped out of the apartment using Wade’s keys, the ones with too many key rings; they jangled as he walked down the stairs and out into the street.

The cool autumn breeze lifted leaves off the ground around him; they whirled helplessly before falling to the ground again. It was then that Logan spotted a mangy black cat staring up at him from beside the dumpster, its eyes yellow and wide, observing him. A layer of filth slicked down its fur, and Logan could smell retrovirus deep in the cat’s bone marrow, a sharp, putrid odour. He placed the bag down carefully, so as not to make any sound, and crouched down, he reached his hand out, his fingers uncurled, and the cat eyed him tentatively.

“I ain’t gonna hurt you,” Logan promised. The cat stepped forward, then back, and then forward, sniffing at Logan’s fingers. Before pushing its head against Logan’s fingers, Logan gently stroked it. Before scoping it up, it hissed and scratched at him, but Logan continued to stroke a hand down its back, and he held it close to his chest.

“Calm down already, cos I ain’t gonna leave you here to die,” Logan told the cat, who scratched his hand in protest.

“Stop fighting me.” Logan growled, the cat then sliced at his jaw. Logan tried again, keeping his voice soft,“I’m trying to help you, it's warm inside, I can clean you up, make you a bed and feed you, but I can only help you if you don't run away.”

The cat glared up at Logan, unblinking and curious, it hissed before settling down. Limp and tired. The cat accepts its fate.

“That's better, you'll prefer it where it's warm.” Logan said.

Logan made his way back into the apartment. Wade was drinking a fresh beer when Logan entered, holding the cat in his arms.

“What you got there, Peanut?” Wade said, raising a hairless eyebrow.

“A stray.” Logan said,

“Yeah, but why has my big kitty brought a little stray kitty into the apartment? The cat stayed put in his arms as Wade walked over to Logan.

“It looked like it needed a home,” Logan said.

[fantasticalbiology]

Yellowswap: behind the scenes

So this isn't a follow up to Yellowswap I just thought this would be funny.

Sans: "So I understand the stabbing myself part but I don't have hair"

Me: "Don't worry I have an alternative for your zenith." I pullout the dry erase board with a picture of Nightmare sans from Moro porductions. "This shall be your zenith"

Sans "Okay so I aggressively start beat boxing at the kid after I transform"

Me: "NO"

scene change

Asgore: "So I start yelling at Undyne about a Ben tens"

Me: "Yes"

Undyne: "And I dispute his claims with cowboys"

Me: "Yes and you can even dispute his claims using anime cowboy like Spikes or Vash"

Chujin in the distance: "That's even dumber than Clint Eastwood"

Starlo also in the distance: "Your dumber than Clint Eastwood"

Me: "quiet you two"

scene change

Mettaton: "So what is my motivation again"

Me: "Your a mindless killing machine that's killed before and will again"

Mettaton: "But I get scared in genocide that I have hide behind a trashcan lid"

Me: "Yup"

Mettaton: "Are you sure I can't have the El Bailador's role"

Me: "No Papyrus has it on lock and El Bailador has his role on lock"

Papyrus in the background: "Where the japes in this role"

El Bailador in the background: "Where is the passion in this role"

Papyrus: "In the puzzles"

Me: "We'll talk about it"

Scene change

Me: You don't have flirt with Ceroba or El Bailador if you don't want to but it's kind of expected

Clover leaves sad

Frisk raises their hand

Me: "No, you still can't flirt anyone"

Frisk leaves sad

Me shaking my head: "Kids" looks to my left to see Integrity with chara's scary face. "Good job kid"

Scene change

Kanako: "So I emerge from the flower and scream my name"

Me: "I mean you can, but's it's better that you let the words to your name appear save your lungs when your hyper death"

Kanako: "Okay mister"

scene changed

Starlo desperately tries to lift Dalv: "C'mon, I can do it"

Me: "Do I need to get Ed in here"

Starlo struggling: "Nope I got this, I can toss him into the trash can"

Me: "Ed, please help Starlo"

Ed grabs Dalv and tosses him through the net into the trash can. "There we go"

Me, puts my hand on Starlo's shoulder "You can try again later, I'm still trying to convince Marlet into the jogboys outfit"

Deltarune yellowswap bonus scene

Me: "Cover you don't have to eat the moss, just put yourself in the chains"

Cover: "Okay"

Anako: "Then I say imagine what Noelle doing"

Me: "Pretty much

Spamton: Hey you [Clown about town] if Cover is already a [BIG SHOT] what is ole Spamton G Spamton supposed to do

Me: I already explained it to Alphys but the red and yellow souls purposes are being swapped

[earlofbats]

It occurs to me now that Harry must have trashed the bed in his room and garte (or Sylvie) had to get that fucking pullout couch out for him.

Only for him to fuck that up too.

room #1 at the whirling

[ffccrxxxsss]

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[vanderlustvans]

Campervan Rental Anchorage AK: Your Ticket to Raw Alaska Adventure

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Anchorage sits smack in Alaska’s sweet spot. Mountains crowd the city. Glaciers creep close enough to touch. Wildlife wanders through suburbs. A campervan rental Anchorage AK puts it all at your fingertips.

Sleep Under the Midnight Sun

Summer nights never fully darken. Park your campervan rental Anchorage Alaska near a glacier-fed lake. Watch the sun dip low then bounce back up. No hotel curfew. Just endless golden light.

Ditch the Itinerary

See a bear cub? Pull over. Spot a hidden waterfall? Stop and stare. Your campervan rental Anchorage AK moves on your clock.

Alaska’s Playground Doorstep

Within one hour drive: Hike icy trails. Fish wild rivers. Kayak beside icebergs. Your campervan rental Anchorage Alaska is basecamp and transport.

Top Drives from Anchorage in Your Campervan

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[dancingthrustars]

Tonight, there is blood. This shape stalking the streets is broad, hulking almost, corded muscle and heavy boots. There is a knife in its hand, a gun on its hip, a rifle on its back.

It is a monster. It is what children are warned of, the boogeyman lurking in the darkness.

It’s a funny idea really, considering how little the shadows cling. It’s hard to, when so repeatedly lit up by muzzle-flash and roiling heat, when the snapfire moments between reveal a glowing ghoulish visage. The devil has no need for subtleties. It is a beast with no past, no present, no future; a specter that brings nothing but the stench of death and fear. It does not care for your guilt, for your hatred, for your justification.

Death comes for all, equal and eternal.

When the work is done, a man goes home. He wipes off most of the fluorescent paint in the car, swaps his armored layers for a warm sweater and stuffs the rest of his kit in a bag to wash tomorrow. The guns go in the trunk, loose and readily forgotten. He feeds the local alleycats, eyes the ones who still don’t trust him enough to let him take them in to get fixed, and hikes the flights of stairs up to his door. He opens it gently, trying not to wake the sleeping form on the pullout bed, though ultimately he needn’t really have bothered, considering how loud the snoring is.

His boots go into the rack beside beaten-down sneakers and nothing else, the other shoes scattered around earning naught but a simple look of tired defeat—shiny brogues and flower-bedecked Mary Janes alike.

This place is quiet, warm and soft and homely with poorly painted walls and knickknacks on every available surface. Pictures of smiling faces surround teetering piles of hobbies, a puzzle on the tiny kitchen table, takeout in the trash. The coffee table is strewn with supplies, wobbly crayon men and a halfway-finished Vermeer finding equal care and reverence in their shrine of abandoned brushes and loose paint pots.

There’s guns in the dresser drawers, knives in the eaves. A bag hanging off the coat hook is full of purloined jewelry and miscellaneous cash, a small pile of fake identities lies stacked by the TV. This is not a place of secrets. Home is where the heart is, after all.

The clarion call of the shower pulls at him, invites him to relax after a long night, but something stronger pulls on him first. A thread in his mind he will never deny. He steps lightly across the creaky spots that litter the fake-wood finish of the floor and slowly turns the knob on the far door, careful as can be. He leans in, just enough to look.

The city backdrop is hidden, muffled by thick curtains and pillows upon pillows. Very little escapes the midnight gloom, sights he knows well turned alien by the clutching shadows with only one reprieve. The slowly twirling stars and moons drift across shapes in the darkness—zebra, bear, lion, dragon—before finally brushing across the tiny face he’s searching for, half-buried and long-asleep.

The last bit of tension releases from his chest.

He closes the door as gently as he opened it. For a brief second he languors in the sounds of this place he calls his own, the people within. Then he goes to clean up. He’ll need to be up early for breakfast.