hauling in the maine

Listen assholes, you want to come into my inbox and argue semantics over what Terry Pratchett actually meant to say when he had a main character’s ancestor haul off and kill an implied child molesting tyrant with an axe because the man was a monster no one else would challenge–that’s fine. I literally did my thesis on semantics and Terry Pratchett, I spent four years of my life studying for this. But uh, here’s the Thing about Pratchett. He always said what he meant, and in that regard…I think the semantics are pretty clear.

But by all means, tell me how the axe is a metaphor for free speech for neo-nazis. I’m waiting


Take the courses. Brace the main and mizzen aback. Haul in the guns. Close all the gun ports. You’re letting up? With the damage done to the rig, I can’t maneuver our broadside around fast enough to be of any effect. The sloops are too nimble. But hauling in the guns? They’ll board us easily.

Some things- 1. Northampton is grey, I’ve been grottyill, I’ve taken no nice snaps for insta so here’s last week in Disney happy mode! 2. I’m going to attempt a LIVE HAUL on my main channel (http://ift.tt/1pFu8QX) tonight at 4pm, for reasons I’ll explain in the video. Bit nervous about it so hopefully see you there! 3. I’m writing this from my car because it’s pouring with rain and I daren’t make a dash to my door yet!! Eeepp!! ☔️☔️☔️ http://ift.tt/2mltBUe


Pairing: Guzma/Reader
Plot: After interfering in official Team Skull business one too many times, the grunts take you back to their boss to see what he wants to do with you. He quickly figures it out, and sends the grunts on their way.
Warnings: Smut, rough sex, possible dubcon
Notes: More smut since ya’ll are so thirsty for this man lmao. Also Idk if it’s related or not but after I posted my first smut fic with Guzma I saw a ton of others posted on AO3 so God bless ya’ll, keep the porn coming

“Let go of me!” You snarl at the men holding your arms, trying to keep you from thrashing. A pink haired women in front of you only laughs, holding up your bag like a prize. “Whatever, bitch! You keep fuckin’ with us, now we gonna fuck with you,” she says, laughing and turning to walk down the dirt path, the two blue haired men dragging you after her.

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detective-mae  asked:

What are you gonna do now, Tord? Are you going to be okay?

Tord: Haul your ass to the main medical bay and get me a proper eyepatch. While you’re at it, I need a new phone this second.

Patryck: Tord, what-

Tord: Patryck, you are my best tracker. Take this number, find where it originated from. Tell me immediately. I will be in my private quarters.

Patryck: If this effects-

Tord: I did nothing. I was threatened by an old friend.

Patryck: They aren’t your friends, Red.

Tord: Track the fucking number, Lieutenant. I am not asking you as a friend.

Patryck: ..Yes sir.

anonymous asked:

young Peter gets the xth time arrested by Deputy Stilinski, who can't understand why nowadays Peter gets caught every time (since he fished a very wet Peter out of the fountain on mainstreet)

Well this turned out much angstier than I thought it would, anon! Whoops. 

(And you can check out all my drabbles over on AO3 in Word Soup

The End Chapters

There’s something in Claudia’s laugh when he tells her that John doesn’t quite get.

“What?” he asks, jostling for space in the tiny kitchen of their tiny apartment, and her smile grows. “What?”

She reaches past him to help herself to a handful of the corn chips he just tipped into a bowl. Her eyes are bright and sparkle with mischief. “He’s got a crush on you!”

“What?” John scoffs, the color rising in his cheeks. “Don’t be ridiculous!”

Claudia laughs, and hooks her fingers through his belt loops. She reels him in for a kiss. “Who’s being ridiculous? You’re hot as hell, Deputy Stilinski.” She slaps him on the ass. “And you’re all mine too, and don’t you forget it!”

Forget it? John’s the luckiest man alive. Of course he’d never forget it.


The next week when John fishes a very wet, very dripping, very clingy Peter Hale out of the fountain on Main Street, he figures that Claudia very possibly has a point. Peter only seems to get in trouble when John’s on duty, and he bites his lip when he’s being frisked  and pushes back in a way that is incredibly disconcerting. He’s a teenager. The kid’s only fifteen years old, for god’s sake, and John really can’t even begin to list the ways that’s creepy as all fuck.

“I’m getting pretty tired of this, Peter,” John says as he’s putting Peter into the back of his cruiser. “Watch your head.”

Peter clambers in, his wet jeans squelching. He pouts a little. “Don’t be such a killjoy, Deputy Stilinski.”

Then, when he knows John’s watching, he swipes his tongue over his lower lip and blinks slowly.

Dammit. Claudia was right.

John slams the door shut and climbs into the driver’s seat.

He has absolutely no doubt that, if he asked, Peter would happily drop to his knees and blow him. Jesus. The most sickening thing about that scenario is that somewhere there exists the sort of predator who would ask.

“You need to stop this nonsense, Peter,” he says sternly. “I’m pretty sure your parents are getting tired of picking you up from the station.”

In the rear view mirror, Peter slumps against the back seat and rolls his eyes.

“And I’m getting pretty tired of it too,” John says. He holds Peter’s gaze. “I know what you’re playing at, and it’s not cute, it’s not funny, and it’s never going to happen.”

Something that’s almost like vulnerability flashes across the kid’s face, before he juts his bottom lip out in a petulant scowl and rolls his eyes again.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Deputy,” he says.

He clearly does though, since he doesn’t cross John’s radar again for months.


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I Belong to You

A Vampire AU that I made for Reader X Taehyung. The smut was a little rushed, so sorry. But please enjoy anyways.

I don’t own the picture.

The Vampires had taken over maybe a hundred years ago, and ever since then, humans had become second class citizens. They were bought and sold as blood slaves, prostitues and things of the latter. But, if you were lucky enough and had a rare blood type, you could be married to an elite member of the vampire council.

Even the King…

The Vampires that had started the uprising was a simple group of seven men, all with deadly skills.

There was Kim Seokjin… His specialty was poison. He posed as an innocent restaurant owner and poisoned all of the soldiers that he offered to feed for free. He was also known for having many blood slaves due to his ravenous hunger, a hunger that had already claimed the lives of seventeen wives.

Next is Min Yoongi. Probably the most looked over of all of the council members, but don’t let it fool you, he was as deadly as the rest of them. He had a magic tongue. Any words he uttered you would feel complied to obey. Many men and women have come to death’s doorstep due to his silver tongue, and his love for entertainment.

Then there was Jung Hoseok. He was very athletic and dangerous, especially with knives. Now you think that someone with vampiric skills wouldn’t need knives to aid them in any kind of combat, you wouldn’t believe what he was capable of with just his knives alone… Whole armies have fallen due to his blades, and thousands run in fear at the mere mention of his name. And countless women have done the same.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! Thank you for this, your blog is beautiful! This is a specific ask, I was considering asking ScriptMedic, but I'm not sure who this suits more. My MC is caught by the bad guys. She's worried they will kill her and all she stands for. She dosen't get sleep, as the villains wanted- easy torture, they don't need weapons for basic sleep deprivation. Will this work and impair sleep to the point she hallucinates? What would she even see/hear? What else happens? Is there permanent damage? Thank you

Well it is simple to deprive someone of sleep but whether it works depends on how you’re thinking of doing it. It can be as simple as shaking her awake every so often. That’s what the British did to Irish captives during the Troubles, just checked on them after around 5-20 minutes and shook them awake. They often told them they’d slept for hours.

This can easily impair sleep to the point that she hallucinates. But as to what she’d see-

I used to think there was consistency in sleep deprivation hallucinations. Then I actually had one.

Most of the sleep deprivation hallucinations I’ve heard of have been black and white. They mostly seem to start out as seeing ‘movement’ and your brain filling it in. I’ve seen beetles and blurry people. Bats are apparently one that show up a lot. Most of them seem to be ‘dark shape moving in the corner of your eye’ type hallucinations.

I didn’t hear anything when sleep deprived. I think vision is usually affected first.

It gets more complicated because people who are severely sleep deprived often fall asleep for very short bursts of time, a couple of minutes or so (this is called micro-sleep). They dream and then wake up again. I’m not sure whether this ‘counts’ as hallucinating or not.

It’s very disorientating. It tends to blur seamlessly into reality. The stuff I’ve seen/heard from those bursts of sleep was more varied and weirder than the hallucinations. I once started explaining in detail what a bath was to my partner after one of these bouts of micro-sleep. For some reason I thought they didn’t know.

Conversely when I hallucinated the beetle I both realised it was a hallucination and what had caused it and went to get some sleep.

You should probably keep in mind that sleep deprivation doesn’t necessarily refer to keeping someone 100% awake all the time. It does tend to be used that way in the short term (2-4 days) but in the longer term it tends to mean interrupting victims’ sleep. So the victims sleep for short bursts usually from 20 minutes to an hour and get perhaps as much as 3-4 hours of sleep a day. (Remember the ‘normal’ amount is between 7-9 hours a day).

More generally there are behavioural symptoms and some physical pain.

Headaches and muscular aches seem to account for the majority of physical-pain symptoms. But keep in mind that a regular sleep cycle is important for a host of chronic conditions. The main thing that sets off my migraines is lack of sleep.

There’s also a severe lack of coordination, shakes, and severely slowed reaction times.

I’ve heard comparisons to being drunk and it’s not a million miles off the mark.

The behavioural symptoms go from irritability to something approaching psychosis. Depression and sudden bursts of almost manic energy are also more than possible. I tend to get the bursts of energy; they can be very useful for long-haul flights. They sometimes make you feel more capable than you actually are.

The main behavioural symptom though is generally confusion. People who are sleep deprived have difficulty keeping track of what’s going on, paying attention to things, remembering things and easily mistake dreams from micro-sleep for reality.

It’s very easy for sleep deprived people to develop false memories. Coupled with the confusion, pain and memory lapses this is part of why it’s a favourite for generating false confessions. It makes it easier to persuade people they did something they didn’t do.

We’re not entirely sure what the long term damage from sleep deprivation is yet. We know it exists because people who’ve been sleep deprived over long periods, ie insomniacs who’ve had 3-5 hours sleep a night over years, tend to be more prone to illness, chronic conditions and die younger.

There was an article in the New Scientist last month about how new research has shown sleep deprivation literally triggers the brain to start eating itself. This could possibly mean a long term risk of dementia and related conditions.

People who are sleep deprived in a torture context tend to develop insomnia. This would depend on how long she was held for though. It’s something that’s likely if she’s held for months and sleep deprived for the entire time, rather than if she’s held for a week.

Some of the record holders for longest periods without sleep have died young. People with a rare condition that prevents sleep tend to die between 7 and 36 months after developing it.

The study of sleep is young. We’re only just starting to understand what is normal in terms of sleep. For instance a few years ago I attended a lecture by a sleep scientist who had found the brain waves of sleeping women were markedly different to those of sleeping men. For decades no one had thought to test women, we now think that the sleep cycle tends to work differently for men and women. (To my knowledge no intersex or transgender people have yet been studied, current best guess is the sleep cycle difference is sex-hormone related).

Wow that’s was long. I hope it’s covered everything, I realise it’s very wall-of-text. Sleep deprivation is complicated and we don’t know all of what it does yet.

I hope it helps.


Threaten my pregnant wife over parking? Enjoy your misdemeanor! HOA Bully.

(warning: long story)

This was last year. I just sold my home in my HOA.

About 5 years ago I bought a 1500sq ft townhome condo in an up and coming town. Right in the downtown area. This is a valuable property with home prices having increased 35% since i purchased. This was a wonderful area in walking distance of everything I loved as a single bachelor. When I moved in all my neighbors were wonderful. We all got along great except for one person. She belonged to the HOA board but was moving on because you can only serve 8 years. We’ll call her Gimpy J.

Gimpy J is a 65+year old widow whose husband died unexpectedly from a heart attack. She doesn’t have much to do. She met a man online and moved on and I was happy for her. Talking to my passive neighbors I hear bits and pieces of why things are at the HOA because of Gimpy J and another woman who had to move because of age. On the board the two of them bully residents. They change the landscapping from mulch to pine needles, they stop upkeep on the pool deck because they hate kids. They reported one house for anything and everything because their kids were too loud. She bullied a woman with MS because Gimpy J was feeding feral cats and attracting raccoons and possums near our homes and Animal control was called. Residents did not like her.

I got married and wife has been living with me for 2 years now, at this point. We are very happy.

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anonymous asked:

Could you do something for the most under appreciated and adorable of ships, Lazel? Also, I think you're great.

Here you go anon and @neonagate!

  • It was a rare moment, everyone on the ship was gone except Hazel and Leo. Hazel never spent a lot of time with Leo.
  • She walked to the main haul, where Leo was, and looked at him. He reminded her so much of his grandfather, her Sammy. 
  • “Hey Leo.” She said.
  • He looked over at her. He smiled a bit. “Hey.”
  • “What are you working on?” 
  • “Just maintenance stuff.” He shrugged off. “Festus was complaining about some stuff.”
  • She nodded.
  • Leo moved away from what he was working on and wiped his hands on his rag. He knew something was on Hazel’s mind. “Is something wrong?”
  • “Leo, can you tell me about your grandfather?” Hazel asked after a few seconds. 
  • “I didn’t know him much.” He said. “He died before I could remember him. But my mom had pictures of him. She had lots of pictures of him and her when she was little. My mom told me that he was the type of person who worked hard for what he believed in. And she learned how to fix things from him.”
  • “Really?” She asked. “That’s amazing.”
  • “Yeah, I wish I knew him more.” He replied. 
  • Hazel smiled a bit. “And because of him, you’re an amazing mechanic and inventor.”
  • “Thanks Hazel.” He smiled a tiny bit. “I really appreciate it.”
  • “You’re welcome.” 

Prompt: “Triggered reader x kirk?” - Anon

Word Count: 1,650

Warnings: Panic attack manifestations, mentions to genocide (Tarsus)

Author’s Note: I really hope that this reads authentically. I used a mixture of what I could glean from research mixed with manifestations of panic attacks I’ve had in the past, although those were triggered by memories of the injuries I’ve incurred in the course of generally being disabled, nothing quite like what this story is about.

For plot context: I personally don’t believe that AOS Kirk was on Tarsus. Given the change in his life circumstances, it just doesn’t make sense to me. So unless they bring it up, I’m going to pretend he wasn’t there in the AOS timeline.

I hope that you can glean some kind of comfort or reassurance from this piece. If you are feeling like this at all, please remember that there are professionals whose job it is to help. You deserve to feel happy and safe.

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Bad Blood Sequel

Sam x Reader

Word Count: 2,960

Warnings: Language, mentions of cheating….pretty sure that’s it 

A/N: Sssoooooo I’m pretty sure I feel like most of you are going to hate me, especially abaddonwithyall cause I like completely did the opposite of what was supposed to happen lol (I’m sorry babe, I still love you) Uhm so yeah, enjoy?

Bad Blood

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FNAF complete theory/chronology (Silver Eyes canon, FNAF 2 not a prequel)

So me and my partner ( @malyck ) sat down last month to try and get a solid theory about the five night’s lore. And we think we have it. The tough part was working out that Afton is indeed phone guy, and he doesn’t die in the phone call on night 4 of FNAF 1 like we thought. So now we’ve decided to share our theory with the launch of sister location.

Now we address most plot points and have created an overall story arc that we think makes a lot of sense. Whether any of this is true or not, I don’t know. But we think it’s a pretty good theory.

So sit your butts down and listen good.

Okay, so our timeline starts with the original Fredbears Family Diner, as seen in the mini-games in FNAF 4. Now we all know about crying child, and the various other theories surrounding his older brother, the red haired girl, and all the other theories that have stemmed from these mini games. Well I’m here not just to link the games, but the book too (Silver Eyes). That’s right. It’s all one long story. So the book names the two creators of Fredbears family diner, William Afton, and Henry. Now Afton has been confirmed to be the guy behind sister location, or is at least involved, but I’ll get to that later. The book details how Henry and Afton opened the restaurant together. Afton handled the business and Henry built the animatronics. Henry had two children, Sammy and Charlie (I think those were the names), and Afton’s family isn’t revealed.

We propose Afton had a family. His family consisted of Crying child, the older brother and the red haired girl. Bear with me. Now why would the animatronics kill Afton’s son? Well revenge. The book is written from Charlie’s point of view, and when she was younger, her little brother went missing. Or at least that’s what everyone thought, except Charlie remembers one of the animatronics taking him away. This was Afton in a spring lock suit. So Afton kills Sammy, as his first (relevant) victim. Now Sammy, being a tormented soul possessed Golden Freddy, and is responsible for the bite of 1983. As the older brother teases crying child and holds him up to Golden Freddie, the animatronic takes a big old frontal-lobe sized bite. Older brother is distraught. Now we must remember in the mini-games in 4, it’s the red haired girl (Afton’s daughter) that is spreading the rumour that the animatronics come to life at night, kill you and hide the body, or something like that. We think she went to find her father after work and saw something she wasn’t mean to see. This will tie-in later. So crying child has bitten the dust, and possesses none other than the puppet. This set’s Sammy’s innocent soul free, and he leaves the Fredbear suit. Afton is obviously aware that his oldest son had killed his youngest son.

This causes the original diner to close down for a few years, however Afton (And the unsuspecting henry) don’t give up. They open another diner, Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria. Here it’s lovely re-opening, with four brand new animatronics and a secret murder room (Can’t be seen by the cameras, and is talked about in the phone calls in FNAF 3). In fact it goes so well, that they make plans to open a second location. A sister location, if you will. This is the diner in FNAF 2. They get the building ready, and make a few instructional tapes (FNAF 3) and are mere months away from opening.

As Afton proceeds to kill 5 more children, the puppet ensures their souls infest the four other suits (No one screws with the Spring-Trap suit, as that’s Afton’s murder suit). So now we have 5 actively possessed suits, the puppet and the ghost of Fredbear (Probably destroyed after it bit a kid).

As the five children disappear, the Fazbear pizzeria closes due to the smell. Security still roams the place at night, as they don’t want people breaking in. Remember, it’s only closed due to the smell, not because of the disappearances. Afton probably has plans to re-open this branch later on. Probably once he gets the sister location up and running.

Now it’s when the disappearances start happening again that Afton’s daughter confesses what she thinks is happening to Henry.

Henry can’t deal with being responsible for the bites and the missing children, and he designs Ennard to kill him. That’s right. Not Baby. Ennard. Ennard is created as the first deliberately programmed murder-bot (All the other animatronics at this point have only killed as they were possessed).

After Henry’s suicide, Afton is left without any animatronics. But soon he discovers Ennard. Ennard is all he needs to create more, however he doesn’t know how to do it himself, as Henry was the brains behind the animatronics. Instead, he builds a new facility to study and create animatronics. This is the facility seen in Sister Location. Afton cannibalises Ennard to make the new animatronics as seen in Sister Location (Cue Scott’s teaser poster of Ennard, saying “There’s a little of me in every body”). However Afton discovers that his daughter knows too much, and that she is the one that told Henry. Afton has to kill his daughter, and makes the Animatronic ‘Baby’ as a sick tribute to her. This is when Sister location takes place. The killer bots are forced to perform and act, ready for the new locations that Afton has planned. At some point during testing, Afton subjects his oldest son to the same fate as his youngest: A bite to the frontal lobes. This could be pure psychotic revenge, or to test the new murder bots. Probably a bit of both. Maybe Afton even got Baby to do it, as some sick circular fate for all his children. However the eldest son doesn’t die. Instead he is hospitalised and has the psychotic Nightmares of number 4.

This is where FNAF 1 takes place, and the phone calls are indeed live. This is Afton. Now here’s where a lot of things cross-over. Afton at some point goes back to Fazbear’s Pizzeria (Night 4 of FNAF 1), the night when phone guy (Afton) “dies”. These events can be seen in the mini-games in 4, where the 5 ghosts scare Afton into the Spring-Trap suit. It looks like he dies here, and the ghosts may have accepted him as dead, however we know better. In the book, Afton reveals to Charlie that he once got crushed in a spring lock suit, and shows her the mangling scars from it. This is where he got the scars. So Afton escapes barely with his life, and poor old Mike is left alone with the animatronics.

So due after Afton’s first ‘mishap’ with the Spring lock suit, he back-pedals in the instructional tapes, (FNAF 3) and says staff shouldn’t use the spring lock suits as they are unsafe.

The ‘Toys’ get made, and shipped to the location in FNAF 2, and the events of FNAF 2 happen. These animatronics don’t kill because they’re possessed, but they harbour some of Ennard’s murder-code. Afton goes and recovers the old animatronics from the old pizzeria, along with the Spring Trap suit and takes them to the sister location shown in FNAF 2. That’s why the animatronics are withered. Fazbear Pizzeria 1 could have been closed by Afton at this point, after being scared by his near death experience.

Now several years later, in the book, (without going into too much detail, as this is already getting really long), Afton wears the Spring-Trap suit again and attempt to kill Charlie in the FNAF 1 location. She pulls on one of the spring-locks and Afton is finally (fatally) crushed into the Spring-Trap suit, where he is left to rot in the secret room of the FNAF 1 diner (Read the book if you want to know more).

So fast forward several years. All of the strange things that have occurred around these establishments have become local stories and urban legends, and a horror park is opened with the FNAF restaurants as the theme. The guy over the phone tells you about the tapes, and this is where you hear the tapes made when Afton and Henry were planning to expand, and they recover the long forgotten Spring-Trap suit (Containing the body of Afton) and haul it into the park to be the main antagonist of the game.

The end. Thats what we came up with, so let me know what you think!

Just One of Those Days

Warnings: vomiting and general sickness, mild language

Word Count: 2341

Request: “Could you do a Dean and reader fic where the reader is really sick and she falls while trying to run a bath and Dean comes in and helps and helps her wash her hair and stuff like that? Lots of fluff please?”

A/N: Enjoy this protective-cute-boyfriend Dean one-shot!

If there was one thing you hated more than hunting down demons every day, it was being sick.

A state of being where you appear to be doing okay, but on the inside you feel like you’re burning up and freezing over all at once.

Fortunately for you, sickness didn’t come very often as you were so regularly exposed to all kinds of bacteria and odd smells that you figured your body had built up a pretty good immune system.

But despite any bliss you had of not being sick didn’t matter anymore, because, well, you were sick now.

You woke up with a pounding headache which made your brain feel much too heavy for your head to lift. Your vision was more blurry than usual, making everything in your sight hazy and dream-like. Oh boy, you wish it was all a dream.

Groaning, you pulled your bed sheets over your head which only made it worse by insulating your body temperature to an uncomfortable heat. Annoyed at everything, you chucked the sheets from your bed, and curled up in a fetal position in the middle of your bed, trying hard to fall back to sleep and wake up feeling peachy-keen.

After several moments of tossing and turning on your empty bed, you decided that you just needed to get some food into your belly.

Deciding you were too cold, you grabbed your sheets and wrapped them around you, creating your own personal cocoon as you wandered towards the kitchen.

You could hear the sizzling of a fry pan which assisted in guiding you towards the kitchen, as your sickness was putting off your sense of direction.

Finally making it to the kitchen, you had to squint your eyes a little to more clearly see that it was Dean already preparing breakfast.

“Hey gorgeous,” Dean smirked, before looking up towards you and seeing the state you were in, “What’s with the human burrito? If you really wanted a burrito so badly that you had to dress up as one, then you should have gotten up a lot earlier sweetheart.”

You gave a small smile, before pulling up a chair for yourself, as suddenly standing up was becoming more and more difficult. Normally, you would have given a sarcastic laugh towards your boyfriend’s jokes before playfully punching him on the arm. But today you wanted to save any bit of strength you had so you could do all the basic things, like standing, staying awake and breathing.

Upon further inspection, Dean noticed how tired and exhausted you looked even though he knew you had had at least a good eight hours sleep the night before.

He turned down the heat on the stove-top, and left his breakfast preparations to come and kneel down next to you. Pressing his hand against your forehead, you could see his face change as he could feel the lava pool that was boiling away in your head.

“Y/N,” he said with worry in his tone, “Why are you burning up so bad?”

You gave a small shrug, before murmuring, “Just one of those days.”

Dean’s face softened, as he stood up before bending down his head to gently kiss your forehead. His lips were cool to the touch, but warmth quickly swamped back to your forehead as he pulled away.

“So what can I cook up for you?” he said cheerily, “I can make you a burrito if you really want me to.”

You shook your head as you gave a half-hearted smirk, “Bacon and eggs sounds perfect.”

“Alrighty then, but just go back to bed and then I’ll bring them to you when they’re ready.”

You shook your head again, “Trust me, I like the view in here a lot better.”

Dean gave a smug smile towards you, as he began to prepare your breakfast, even though he knew you really should be lying down and resting. He just wanted you to be comfortable and to get better as soon as possible because he hated seeing you in pain.

As Dean worked away in the kitchen, doing his thing, you had your elbows on the table putting your head in your hands in some attempt to relieve the constant throbbing in your head.

You didn’t know how long you had been sitting there for when you felt a gentle rub on your back.

“What’s up, Y/N?” you heard Sam’s voice ask, “You all good?”

Looking up you met Sam’s eyes who were looking at you with a great deal of sympathy. It didn’t exactly take Sherlock Holmes to figure out that you weren’t feeling 100%.

“Yeah, I’m fully sick,” you mumbled giving a thumbs up to Sam. He laughed as he reached into the cupboard, grabbing a sealed up salad and taking a seat opposite you.

You heard Dean exclaim to his brother, “Salad? Are you serious, Sammy? It’s nine o’ clock in the morning!”

Sam just ignored his brother’s snarky remarks as he continued to eat through his salad, meanwhile you were feeling way too overheated and moved the sheet that was over your head around your lap, letting the refreshing cool air absorb into your skin.

It took a few more minutes after that for Dean to finish making your breakfast and to set it in front of you. He then took a seat next you wrapping one arm around your waist, as you both began to dig into your meals.

“You know, I almost forgot that hunters can get sick,” you stated, with a mouthful of bacon, “It just seems whenever we need medical attention is because something got the jump on us, not because our bodies are fighting bacteria.”

Both Sam and Dean nodded and gave a small laugh at your words of truth as they hadn’t been really sick in a long time.

Almost forgetting about your sickness for the first time that morning you continued to eat your way through the plate. It was when you were reaching your final bites that you felt a swirling in your stomach.

You paused, hoping the sensation would pass. Unfortunately for you, it only continued to follow further and further up your body, until you knew that there was no stopping it from reaching your mouth.

With great speed you threw the sheet from your lap and immediately began to run down the hallway, your hand covering your mouth. When you reached your bedroom you quickly made your way to your bathroom over towards the toilet.

A horrible wretching sound came from your throat as you emptied the contents of breakfast, and what appeared to be last night’s dinner and dessert. Your hair was dangling in front of your face, catching bits and pieces of what came out.

When the main haul had left your body, you knelt with your head in the toilet, panting as you tried to regain your breath. You heard the sound of footsteps grow louder as they boomed down the hallway and finally reached you.

Dean knelt beside you placing his hand on your back. “Hey, hey. It’s okay. Do you need to…”

He was cut off when you began to start all over again, but because of the emptiness of your stomach all that came out was bile which felt worse than before.

Dean rubbed soothing circles on your back as you struggled to hold anything in. It lasted for a while longer before ceasing, and you could feel that it was done for now.

Your emotions overwhelmed you as you sat back from the bowl and began to cry. You felt horrible, and there was nothing you could do besides just wait this sickness out.

Thinking that Dean would just comfort you verbally as to not be covered from all of your sick, you brought your legs up to your chest. But they were soon moved down again when Dean pulled you into his embrace. He didn’t care about the tear stains on his shirt, or the smell that lingered in the bathroom. All he cared about in that moment was doing anything he could to make you feel better.

Nighttime came around quicker than you expected. After your incident in the morning, you went straight to bed, replacing your clothes and tying your hair up. You slept for about two and a half hours, but just stayed in bed the rest of the day as you felt like you didn’t want to cause any more drama for either of the Winchesters.

Luckily your headache had become a more mild pain that you just became used to, and you just felt heavy all the time so you didn’t really even have the strength to get up and do much anyway.

Glancing at your clock, you noticed it was about 6:30pm and the perfect time to have a long hot bath with lots of bubbles and plenty of shampoo to wash out your hair of leftovers from breakfast.

You practically rolled out from your bed, landing on the floor with a soft thud. Picking yourself up you rubbed your eyes from fatigue and made your way to the main bathroom (because there was no way you were going near your own bathroom).

Once you reached the bathroom, you shut the door behind you and leaned over the bath tub to turn on the hot water. It immediately began to fill the tub and steam up the room with warm air.

You took your clothes off, throwing them to the side, just thinking about being cleansed with the hot soapy water, making you smile at the thought.

Closing your eyes you took in the serenity and warmth of the room, until you began to feel slightly dizzy. You opened your eyes to have your vision become partly blurry, and a spinning sensation in your head. You couldn’t even think straight as you thought that it was probably the growing temperature of the bathroom.

Attempting to make your way to the tub, you stumbled towards it but only ended up falling to the ground from tripping over a bump in the bath rug. You landed on your back which winded any air from your lungs.

“Shit,” you managed to shout. Taking a deep sigh, you continued to lie on the floor, as you felt you didn’t have the strength to get up.

It only took a few moments before Dean arrived in a hurry, his face full of worry as he took in your fallen state.

“What happened?” he exclaimed, kneeling down beside you before lifting your head up.

“I just fell, nothing serious,” you murmured, almost trying to convince yourself, before clearing your throat and continuing, “I was trying to run a bath for myself but I’m too sick to do anything!”

Dean didn’t say a word as he slipped one arm under your legs and another under your back, picking you up and walking to the bath where he lay you down in it gently. You gave a small smile as he turned off the tap and poured bubble bath mixture into the tub, beginning to swirl it around to create an abundance of soapy suds.

“Let’s get this breakfast out of your hair, alright?” he commented, rolling up his sleeves as he grabbed two of the shampoo bottles from your large collection of hair products, “Shall it be the glorious lavender shampoo for you today, or the saucy apple and watermelon?”

“Did you really just say ‘saucy’?” you laughed. Dean rolled his eyes.

“Hey give me a break, it’s my first time exploring these scents,” he mockingly objected. You continued to laugh as you pointed to the lavender shampoo bottle.

Dean moved around the bath so he was directly behind your head, in the optimum position to wash your hair. He began to gently massage the lotion into your hair, which actually soothed your still constant headache. You took a deep inhale of the smells that floated in the air, which cleared your nose from any scents of sick from that morning.

Dean just worked away slowly, not saying a word as he knew you just needed to relax. Once he finished shampooing and conditioning your hair, he picked up some of your shower gel and began to scrub your neck.

“Hey Dean?” you asked, talking for the first time in about ten minutes, “Why are you the greatest boyfriend any girl could ever dream of?”

“I don’t know,” he said softly, “Maybe it’s because I have the greatest girlfriend to straighten me out.”

You smiled, putting your hand around Dean’s neck and bringing his lips to meet your own. You kissed for several moments, before you pulled away suddenly.

“Wait!” you exclaimed, “I don’t want you getting sick.”

Dean just smiled and smirked, “Why not? Then you can return the favour of everything I’ve done for you today.”

You gave a gasp of objection, as you scooped up a handful of bubbles and threw it at Dean’s face, covering his forehead with soapy suds.

“If that’s how you want to play it…” Dean started off, before he grabbed some bubbles and began throwing them at your face.

What was a playful bubble fight, turned into the splashing of water all over each other and onto the floor. When you both finally ceased the bath warfare, you looked at Dean and took in his sodden appearance, laughing at the sight.

Dean, still kneeling, put his hands on his hips, and said, “Well, you seem to be feeling better. We should get you out and into bed so you can rest.”

You looked down towards the bath that you were lying in; a quarter of the water on the floor and half of the bubbles gone.

Looking back up at Dean, you gave a smirk, “Or, you could just save water by having a bath with me now? Because, hey, you need to get clean.”

Dean leaned forward, kissing you for a few moments, before reaching his arm towards your bright pink bottle of bubble bath.

Been thinking of revisiting the world of an old penguins of Madagascar fic I had worked on years ago (i believe I called it “the lemur and the penguin” or something along those lines.) . It was a Kowalski/Julien fic in an au setting where characters were mostly humanoid except some animal features and a kind of fantasy world.

I’m going to do some plot and world building re haul for sure though. For many reasons, though one of the main ones is the presence of newer characters from all hail king julien and the penguins movie (i consider it a sort of nebulous universe with touches of things from all things “Madagascar” media.)