#we have small bread so when i make myself a sandwich usually i just make 2

[crinkler]

i've gone sandwich crazy

[blaxcunicorn]

One-shot

Heeey! I just wrote something random as I felt a bit inspired after reading Just kids by Patti Smith. I have been busy with my exams which is why I've been gone for so long but we back!

Content: fem!reader, NSFW warning, Rockstar Eren before fame, friends to lovers, poverty

You hissed as you cut your pinky finger on a thorn while making a flower bouquet for a customer. You sucked it up and gave the sweet lady her bouquet with a smile. “It’s perfect, thank you. My daughter is going to love it.” She smiled. Her smile warmed your heart. Being a florist wasn’t the most fulfilling job, but making people like her smile motivates you. Well, that and putting food on the table. You grew up in the city's poorer side, so there weren’t many opportunities for you after high school. The florist job was the best thing you could find, it isn’t all bad, the owner has been nothing but kind to you. You heard the doorbell ring as Mrs Johnson came walking into the shop with bags that smelled like heaven. She and her husband owned the bakery next to the shop, and they would always bring you the leftovers of the day. “Here, my love, it’s not that much, but hopefully, it is enough for a day.” She smiled gently. You opened the bag; it was a sandwich, a croissant, and a whole loaf of bread. “This is more than enough, thank you.” You said gratefully, setting the store ready for closure. 

You walked into your tired apartment building, greeting the tired landlord who was seated at his usual desk spot. He gave you a sad smile as you stood outside your brown door with an eviction note taped on it. They were increasing the rent, and you were already struggling to meet the current increase of the last one. You had to sell your bed in order to afford last month’s payment. You opened the door to your small yellow-walled studio. You put the bakery bag on the counter, grab the sandwich, and cut it in half, leaving the other piece on the plate. As you sat down with your sandwich, you noticed a pair of pants with holes on the left knee on the table. You shook your head and pulled out your sewing equipment. As you almost finished stitching the pants, you heard the familiar sound of the heavy steps of construction boots.

Eren entered the room, greeting you with a warm grin. “Man, I’m exhausted, Gold, but how was your day?” He asked, putting his yellow helmet on the counter. He has called you Gold since childhood, which you never entirely understood. You and Eren grew up as neighbours in the very same building. You lived in another apartment with your grandmother, and Eren lived with his parents. Life dealt the two of you shitty cards, and Eren’s mother was killed in a robbery gone wrong when you were only five years old. His father passed away from a heart attack when he was fifteen, and he had to drop out of school to find a job. Your grandmother didn’t have the financial means to help him, but she would cook him meals as often as possible. Unfortunately, that didn’t last long, as she passed away when you were sixteen. Eren offered you to move in with him so that you didn’t have to drop out like him. Mrs Johnson, who was your grandmother’s friend, helped you get a part-time job as a florist. You managed to finish high school, and well here you are. 

“Hello, Gold. Are you okay?” He asked, looking concerned. You jump a little as you had zoned out, I mean, how could you not? The construction job had made Eren quite built, he literally looked like a Greek God. “I’m fine, sorry. Just a little tired, that’s all.” You smiled while finishing the pants throwing it at Eren. “Thanks, you’re the best!” He grinned, caught it, and grabbed the other half of the sandwich. His smile disappeared the moment he came closer. He held your hand and stroked your finger with his thumb. “Don’t worry, I just cut myself a bit at work”, you smile, trying to ease the tension. Eren doesn't respond, his eyes are focused on the scar. “I will provide you a life where you don't have to take jobs that will leave you scars” he muttered. “Huh?” You said, looking confused. “Nothing..Hey, I brought a surprise!” He grinned, pulling out two bottles of cheap white wine. “What are we celebrating?” You smile, folding his pants. “The guys and I finished fixing the van! We are leaving for LA  by the end of next week!” He said excitedly, pulling out two plastic cups. You swallowed hard but tried to put on a smile for him, although your eyes were stinging. 

Eren learned how to play guitar from Armin’s grandfather at the age of fifteen. He owned an instrument shop and noticed that a couple of kids were interested in the instruments. It was first Connie who came in looking at the drums. Armin’s grandfather sat the bold boy down and taught him how to play the instrument. The second time Connie came, he brought his friend Jean. Jean was mesmerised by the beautiful black and white bass. Which after a few weeks, it became his best friend (after Connie, ofc!).

 Lastly, we have Eren, he was on his way home from work when he saw Armin’s grandfather struggle with some boxes. He offered to help, which the elderly man accepted. One of the boxes contained a black electric guitar. Armin’s grandfather offered Eren to try it out as he saw his green eyes glow at the sight of it. Weeks later, he introduced the three boys to his grandson Armin who could play both keyboard and guitar. The boys quickly became friends and started playing together in the evenings. Armin’s grandfather believed that it was better for the boys to be distracted from the crimes in the city, and what better distraction than music? The elderly man passed away four years later. From there on, the boys knew that they wanted to start a band and make it out of the city. They found an abandoned van that they spent a year fixing with the help of Jean’s mechanic background. The plan was to use the van to drive to LA and sleep in it if they couldn't afford a Motel. Now it being done meant that Eren would soon leave to follow his dreams. 

You took the cup, he offered you, “Cheers to you for making it in LA!” You said, smiling. “Cheers for the two of us making it in LA!” The Chestnut-haired man said, correcting you. “Us? As in..” 

“Would you think that I would leave you behind in this shitty city?” Eren asked, looking at you like you had stated something silly like the moon was made out of cheese. “Yeah, I mean…ehm”, you played with your fingers. The guys always referred to you as their fifth member. You weren't a direct member of the band, but you had sewed them a few pieces to wear when they’d do free bar performances. “I could never leave you behind, it’s you and me against the world. Like it always has been.” He grins, toasting his wine before downing it in one go. It warmed your heart to know that Eren would never forget about you. After finishing the bottles, the two of you are pretty drunk. “Eren, could you please play something for me?” You ask, batting your eyelashes.

You look so damn cute drunk. How could he say no? “Sure, what song?.” He says, picking up his guitar. “This Charming Man!” You say excitedly. You danced to Eren’s angelic voice, “Ah, a jumped-up pantry boy who never knew his place!” You shout, and Eren gets up and dances with you. One day, I will write you a song that will make you dance like that, he thought to himself.  The two of you danced like you had no care in the world, as putting food on the table was not an issue, as you weren’t surrounded by crime and death. 

The two of you lie in bed, dizzy and out of breath but happy. You turn your bodies to face each other. “Eren, did you mean it when you said that it was the two of us against the world?” You ask for reinsurance. “Of course I did, I can’t imagine any other woman by my side but you.” The alcohol in his system was exposing him. You smiled while massage his ear lobe. “Is that so?” You whispered, dying of happiness on the inside. He doesn’t respond but looks at you like a lovesick crackhead. Your cheek burned, and you turned your head to face the cracking roof in embarrassment. 

Eren cupped your cheeks, forcing you to face him again. You leaned into the warmth of his rough hands. “What am I to you, Eren?” Your lips were almost touching, and the smell of wine filled your nose. He leans in and kisses you passionately. His lips were a big contrast to his hands. You felt a needy heat growing between your legs, it seemed like Eren was reading your mind as he slid his two fingers under your dress. “Already wet for me?” He whispered. “Yes,” you whined.

 Eren removed your dress and underwear, and you hissed in the chilly air. Eren doesn’t break eye contact with your as he spreads your legs and gives your cunt a long lick from the bottom of your vulgar, covering his tongue with your sweet juices. “God, Gold…you…taste…so…good”, he whispered, diving into your cunt. “Ah, Eren” you moan. You were confident that your neighbour Eric on the other side of the wall heard you.

 All Eren cared about right now was to make you cum, to release you from all the stress from your everyday life. "'I’m gonna cum," you whimpered, realising all over his mouth. “Good girl”, he whispered, kissing you, letting you taste yourself. “Eren, can you please fuck me?” you asked pathetically. He flipped you on your stomach. He leaned over and growled in your ear, “You don’t have to ask me twice. Get on all fours,” and kissed your back. You did what he demanded, feeling shivers all over your body.

 Eren collected cum from your vagina and smeared it all over his veiny cock. He gripped tight around your hips and hissed as he was entering you. Eren pumped slowly back and forth, the air was filled with your moans as your pussy was getting used to Eren’s colossal size. “Fuck”, he moaned as he started speeding up, digging his finger further into your flesh. “Gold, fuck me back. Fuck your cock back, it’s all yours”, he growled. Being the obedient woman you were, you threw your ass back. “Harder” he demanded, spanking you. “Ah, fuck Eren”, you moaned as your arms gave up on you and collapsed on the bed. That didn’t stop Eren as he lifted your hips and placed his cock inside of you. “Fuck, your pussy feels good. Keeping this from me for six years,” he groaned, continuing fucking you. Your face was on the pillow, which was a good thing as you were a moaning mess. 

Your eyes teared up as you felt your second climax blossoming. Eren could tell as you clenched around him, “Give it to me, give it to me.” He growled, feeling you squirt all over him. “Gold, I’m not finished. Take this cock.” He demanded, filling the air with your whimpers and the sound of your skin slapping. You used the last energy to get on all fours again, fucking him back “Ah, fuck! You want me to get all out, too, all this fucking frustration. Fuck it all into you.” He groaned. “Yes”, you moaned, throwing your ass back. His thrusts became rigid and slow as he was filling you up. 

Eren collapsed on the bed next to you while catching his breath. He kissed your forehead before you went to the toilet to pee. You walked out to see Eren comfy in bed. You lay down beside him, and he wrapped his arms around you. “Eren, you never answered my question, " you said, turning to face him. I’m in love with you, silly. Always has been, and always will be.” He said, yawing.

[opposums-love-arson]

Scream Queen Book 1: Conventional Final Girl

Chapter 3

Chapter 2 / Chapter 4

Stu Macher x Reader x Billy Loomis

  Once we got off the bus a few people said bye to  Sid and I. “Can you check the mail?” Sid asked, I can see why she wouldn’t want to. “Mhm,” I said as she walked ahead. It was as empty as Michael Myers’ soul. I instantly zipped upstairs and to the bathroom, “Calling dibs on the shower!” Nothing followed, wow not even a small ‘Whatever!’. 

  Once I was out I pulled my hair up into the towel and wrapped another one around me before heading to my room. Maybe I was just a bit too paranoid after today but I thought I heard something coming from the living room. “Hello?” I asked, no answer. “God if this were a horror movie I would be so dead…” I trailed my words just like I trailed the weird noise, quickly snatching up a vase from the hallway. I crept down the stairs and to the living room when I heard a crash. I jumped out ready to hit the culprit! Only to find Sidney picking up the phone. “What the hell are you doing?!” She exclaimed, obviously shocked to see her usually collected sister wielding a vase above her head. “I thought you were the killer!” I shouted, trying to keep the laughter of this humiliating moment at bay. Both Sid and I busted out laughing before she said, “I’m going to call Tatum now, why don’t you go get dressed and make some snacks?” Of course I was going to do what she said, she was doing me a favor for many things. 

  In the kitchen I still felt a little uneasy, like someone was just lurking around the corner ready to stab me from behind. “I’ve been watching too many horror movies…” Then I stopped to think for a minute. “Well actually the last movie I watched was Psycho with Stu and Billy when they invited Sid and I.” I know I’m just talking to myself as I make peanut butter sandwiches but who doesn’t? “Ya’ know honestly if I could’ve I probably would’ve kissed Stu, right in the scene where Norman is cleaning the hotel room but he’s completely oblivious to the newspaper carrying all the money. Much like Stu is completely oblivious on how to go about things correctly…” 

  My little monologue must’ve sucked me in a little too much considering I didn’t hear Sid laughing on the couch. “Oh my god, don’t do that! You scared me!” I shouted in total shock just holding up the kitchen knife, bread crust crumbs still covering the blade. “Are you all packed for tonight?” She asked me as she put her things together. “Uh good question,” I said as I put down the plate of PB&J’s on the coffee table. Sidney turned on the tv and started skimming through the channels as I ran up the stairs. Every channel she landed on was talking about the murders. 

  Coming back down the stairs I ran to the living room where Sid placed her things, not even noticing her in the other room until I went down the hallway. “Hey Sid-” Oh, she’s asleep, seems like she just fell asleep too. I quickly grabbed a blanket for her and laid it over her as she snored a little. I take this time to go to the living room and catch up on some sleep of my own. The past few nights have just been feeling weird and off so I’ve been staying up late.

  When a loud ringing from the other room blairs through the house I jolted up, ready for action! That was until Sid picked up the phone. 

“Hello?” She groggily asked.

“Who is it?” I whispered as I peaked out from the wall. 

Completely ignoring me, Sid takes hold of the small clock on the side table and says, “It’s past seven.” 

“Ugh oh that’s comforting,” She said to the person on the other line. At this point I’m pretty sure it’s Tatum. 

I sit down on the couch swinging Sid’s legs onto my lap. 

“Whatever, just hurry, okay?” Sid said, stifling a laugh before hitting the end call button and placing the phone back on it’s base.

I looked over to her and asked, “So what was that about?”

“Hmm? Oh i-” Before she could even get a real word out the phone rang again. 

When Sid picks up the phone she immediately says, “Tatum just get in the car-”

Now that I’m closer to her I can hear the other line and that definitely doesn’t sound like Tatum. 

“Hello Sindey,” A familiar oddly pitched raspy voice called to her. This made me roll my eyes, the boys again. 

“Uh hi, who is this?” She asked, moving her legs and sitting upright. 

“You tell me,” He says in a nonchalant tone. 

“Well I have no idea?” Sid said, her voice starting to quake a little. I’m tempted to just take the phone from her and yell at the person on the other end. 

“Scary night isn’t it? With the murders and all it’s like right out of a horror movie,” His words slither out, creepy and cold like ice. 

Sidney’s expression lightened as she said, “Randy you gave yourself away, are you calling from work cause Tatum’s on her way over.”

Walking around her I go turn on the lamp when I hear, “Do you even like scary movies, Sidney?” That’s the worst question to ask Sid of all people. 

“I like that thing you’re doing with your voice Randy, it’s sexy.” Sid says, her own voice going a little deeper. 

Now this made me laugh a little, “Randy and the word sexy in the same sentence, now that’s weird,” I said just above a whisper. 

“What’s your favorite scary movie?” He asked, this made me roll my eyes since he asked me the same question last night.

“Oh come on Randy, you know I don’t watch that shit.” She said, fidgeting around in her stance now. 

I myself felt offended and shot her a look, this made her throw up her one free hand. 

“Oh why not, too scared?” ‘Randy’ asked. 

“No no, it’s just- what’s the point, they’re all the same,” She said as she threw her arm outward, “Just some stupid killer stalking some big breasted girl who can’t act. Whose running up the stairs when she should be running out the front door, it’s insulting.” 

They’re not all like that, I think to myself 

“Are you alone in the house?” ‘Randy’s’ question made me stand up straight and look over at Sid. 

“Randy that’s so unoriginal, I’m disappointed in you,” She said looking over at me as she faced the window at the back of the couch. 

“Maybe that’s because I’m not Randy.” He said, I could feel my heart beat pick up… this is getting a little too close for comfort. 

Sid gets up from the couch placing her hand on her hip and asks, “So who are you?”

“The question isn’t who am I, the question is where am I?” The caller said, okay now this isn’t good. 

Snatching the phone out of Sid’s hands I aggressively asked, “So where are you?” 

“Your front porch,” The caller said as if he were still talking to the same person. 

Staying in the same spot but keeping an eye on Sidney who was no doubt going to the porch I asked, “Why would you be calling from our front porch?” 

“That’s the original part,” he says. 

“Oh yeah? Nice fucking try.” I said as Sidney opened the door, “Calling your bluff.” 

“So where are you?” I asked, feeling the wind from the cold night already telling me Sid was outside. 

“Right here.” The caller said, startled, I spin around only to be met with empty space. 

Walking to the porch myself I asked the caller, “Can you see Sidney right now?” 

“Uh-huh,” he says in confirmation. 

“What is she doing then? Hmm? Tell me,” I said. If it weren’t such a serious situation I would’ve gotten the camera at the sight of Sidney picking her nose. 

“HELLOOO” My big sister called out. 

“Nice try Randy, tell Tatum to hurry up. Bye now” I chimed to the other line with a giggle escaping my throat. Sid linked arms with me.

“If you hang up on me you’ll die, just like Sidney’s mother!” The caller shouts, loud enough for Sidney to hear right next to me. 

We both freeze in our tracks equally scared and appalled by the words that just left his mouth. 

“Do you want to die, (y/n) , her mother sure didn’t?” They asked me. Sid’s grip on my arm tightened. 

“Fuck you, you creep!” I ragefully whispered into the phone. I rushed both Sidney and I into the house before locking the door. That wasn’t enough though since the supposed caller jumped out of our closet. Sid and I ducked but not before he landed a blow on her. Not on my sister you don’t! I hit him on the back of the head but this caused him to turn around and shove me back, making me hit my head and everything started getting dizzy. The killer was on top of Sidney before she kicked him off. As fast as she could she grabbed me as I was trying to open the door, not realising it was latched. 

  Running up the stairs with the killer on our tail Sid flung me into her room first before she did the same to herself and closed her door. The great thing about Sidney’s room is that her bedroom door and closet door were right next to each other so if the closet door was open the bedroom door couldn't. The killer did his best by swinging his arm trying to attack Sidney and I. Doing the smartest thing I could right now I picked up the phone and dialed 911 while Sid failed at shutting her window. To no avail though, the phone line was dead. Sid pushed me aside and went to her computer inputting the numbers 9-1-1. Then it stopped, the killer was gone. 

  A loud thud at Sidney’s window sill startled us before we realized who it was. “Billy!” Sid exclaimed, relieved to see her boyfriend. I just stood there with my guard still up..

“The door was locked, I heard screaming, You alright?” He asked Sid as he looked over at me. 

“The killer’s here, he’s in the house.” She said as she hugged Billy tight, sobs just releasing from her mouth left and right. 

“He’s gone, he’s gone.” Billy cooed into her ear as she hugged him. The expression on his face gave me goosebumps. 

All was fine until Billy dropped something… a small black compact cell phone. Oh shit. 

In a mad frenzy I rush towards Sidney tearing her away from Billy’s grasp and run out of the room with her hand in mine. 

“Wait, Sid, no! Wait wait wait! (Y/n)!” We heard Billy shout as we reached the front door. 

Sydney opens the front door in a hurried panic and we’re met with that same white ghostly mask again! We both shriek out in pure terror! And so does… Dewey. Nevermind the day is saved…

  It felt so surreal to be sitting here on the tail of the ambulance with Sid while Billy is getting forced into the back of a cop car. They just got done checking me and Sid for any bruises or contusions. Billy wailed for Sidney much like the car sirens wailed to alert danger. Walking up to us the sheriff said, “Well, we’re seeing a lot of you today.” Then Dewey spoke up asking, “You girls going to be able to come down to the station and answer a few questions?” 

“Oh shit, Sydney, (y/n)!” Tatum’s voice made me pop my head up. Happy to see a face we can comfortably trust. 

“God I’m so sorry I showed up late,” Tatum continued, holding Sid’s hands and cupping my face. 

“Tatum you can’t be here it’s an official crime scene.” Dewey said as he grabbed hold of his sister to escort her away. 

“No!” I shouted, everyone looked in my direction before Sid said, “It’s okay.” 

“Their parents are out of town, alright? They’re staying with us tonight.” Tatum said as she scoffed at her older brother. 

“Does mom know?” Dewey asked, for what reason? I’m not sure. 

“Yes dufus,” Tatum said, pretty sure she just wanted to get us out of there at this point. 

I could see the Sheriff holding the costume the killer wore as Sid and I got into the back of the car. This has officially become the most terrifying night of my life. I grabbed onto Sidney’s arm for comfort as she petted my hair on the way to the station. As we were about to pull away from our house a news van came rolling in. Out hopped none other than the devil herself, Gale Weathers. We could hear her call out for Sid as we drove away. 

[noodlecupcakeswritings]

A Second Chance - Chapter 6 (LokiXOC)

After the snap and losing her husband, Raven tries to settle on New Asgard with Thor and Valkyrie. But even after losing Loki twice before this time around doesn’t make it any easier. Until a variant of Loki shows up looking for her. Could this be the second chance they both need?

This is the next fic in my canon Loki/Raven series. Obviously, there’s a big-time jump from Thor (2011) to Avengers: Infinity War but this fic will tie up loose ends and cover that time jump at some point. So you will be filled in on what I have not written.

Warnings: Angst, Feels, Language, Mentions of murder, 

Chapter 6

Raven

The next morning when I awoke, I took a shower and changed in the bathroom to avoid any awkward interactions with Loki seeing me half naked or just in a towel. I was going to have to get used to having someone else live with me again. Once dressed, I left the bathroom and ventured to the living room to find Loki already awake. He’d changed back into his clothes from yesterday. “I don’t suppose you have any spare clothes around?” He asked.

I hadn’t thought about getting him clothes until now, which only made me feel stupid. But I couldn’t go out there and get him any clothes without the risk of being seen with them. And then the Asgardians would think I had a guy over last night and was starting to move on from Loki when it was the opposite. “No. I’ll call Val and get her to drop some round,” I replied, “is your magic not working?”

“No, magic use is prohibited in the TVA, and I guess it’s still on the fritz, otherwise I would have used it to make myself some more clothes.” “Right.” Pulling my phone out, I shot Valkyrie a quick text asking her to bring some clothes round in Loki’s size. Within two minutes, she responded with a thumbs-up emoji. “Breakfast?” Loki asked.

“Sure.” He could have breakfast, but I wasn’t hungry as usual. Opening the cupboards, I felt my stomach sink at the realization that I barely had anything in the house to eat because I only ate dinner most days. And Loki couldn’t live off frozen pizzas, noodles, and cans of coke like I could. The last thing I needed was him asking questions about my current mental state and eating habits.

“I need to do a quick food shop; I’ll be back in like half an hour. Are you okay until then?” I asked. “Of course. Take all the time you need.” Shoving my feet in my boots and putting my jacket on, I left the cottage and headed into town, where I could buy some basics. But a full food shop was still needed now that I had another mouth to feed. Hopefully, Loki wouldn’t snoop around too much whilst I was gone, mainly in my bedroom.

Even if the drawer that had the pills and letters was locked, I just still didn’t want him anywhere near it. When I got to the corner shop, I grabbed milk, eggs, cheese, bread, sandwich meat, and cereal before heading back. When I reached the cottage, I spotted a few bags of clothes that Valkyrie had dropped off before making a start on his breakfast. If he was anything like my Loki, he did not know how to cook. I settled on eggs and toast whilst he riffled through the clothes, trying to find something to wear.

Already I could sense his distaste for the denim and flannel. “Is this all she could find?” Loki asked, “I don’t know about your husband, but I don’t exactly feel the cold.” “We’re living in a small fishing village on the coast. Most months it’s cold and you’ll want the layers, trust me. I know it’s probably not your style, but for now, it will do,” I explained. Loki paused, likely debating if he wanted to turn this into an argument. Thankfully, he didn’t, finally picking something out to change into.

He returned from the bathroom, taking a seat at the kitchen table. “Where exactly is New Asgard? What country are we in?” He asked. “Norway. Odin, whilst we didn’t always see eye to eye, chose well. The people here still believe in the old gods, still believe in Odin, Thor, you.” “Yes, I remember him saying out of all the Midgardians, he didn’t mind the Norwegians so much.” Plating up his eggs and toast, I put the plate in front of him, which he thanked me for. Good to know he still had his manners.

Sitting opposite him, I took a sip of my coffee. “Can you tell me more about your timeline? We didn’t get to talk much last night and I wanna get my head wrapped around this, so things are less…awkward,” I asked. Loki took a breath, as if thinking about what was best to tell me. “What do you want to know?” He asked. I had so many questions that it was hard to know what to ask first.

“You said The Avengers weren’t the ones to arrest you, does that mean you escaped or?” I questioned. “Raven and I used the tesseract to escape. After that, we were on the run for a while so Thanos couldn’t take the tesseract from us. But eventually, he found us,” Loki paused, “and then the timekeepers arrested me and put me to work fixing other timelines that my variants had meddled with.”

I noticed the pause, the sudden jump in his story. I knew Loki, and I knew when he was lying, which was something I prided myself on considering he was the god of lies. “And what about the alternate me? What’s she like? Are we the same?” I queried. “You look exactly like her apart from the hair. She still had it short and purple. Your tattoos match up, you both have the same taste in horror movies and books.”

He must have looked through my DVD collection whilst I was out, which reassured me he hadn’t been in my bedroom. But his answer just left me with further questions. Something here wasn’t quite adding up, and I was determined to get to the bottom of it. “And the time agency people didn’t think to send you back to that timeline? So, you two could be together again? Not saying I don’t want you here, I just don’t want an alternate version of myself without you.” Loki avoided my gaze, and there was a long silence between us. A sinking feeling formed in the pit of my stomach at his reluctance to answer me.

Something about the complete and utter despair in his eyes told me that his Raven was no longer alive. “Loki…what happened to her?” “Thanos murdered her to punish me for my failure to overthrow Earth, for stealing the tesseract from him. Snapped her neck as if she were nothing,” Loki told me with tears in his eyes, taking a shaky breath to stop his voice cracking, “but I killed him. I waited for him to go after another one of those stupid stones before I killed him.”

My heart sunk at the news of my alternate self’s death, made worse by how it was done. Thanos had snapped my Loki’s neck in the same manner, taking him from me before I could even say goodbye. My eyes filled with tears at the memory, and I quickly batted them away. “I’m glad you killed him. I wish I could have done the same, but Thor decapitating him is better than nothing,” I said, talking a little slower to keep my voice even.

Loki seemed visibly impressed by his brother’s actions, but that still didn’t numb his pain. Nor mine. A part of me wanted to take him in my arms to offer comfort, but he was someone else’s husband, not mine. “The timekeepers arrested me after killing Thanos. And showed me what could have been, showed me your Loki’s timeline. And seeing you by his side made me envious that I didn’t have that anymore. I thought if I came here after you had lost your Loki, I could perhaps fill that hole in your heart. And you fill the hole in mine.”

And just like that, all my sympathy for him vanished, and I stared at him as if he’d grown another head. He had some fucking nerve to admit that. But I knew I shouldn’t be too surprised; he was a Loki after all. Self-absorbed, egotistical, and selfish, just as my husband had once been. But my Loki had grown out of those less than desirable traits. This one hadn’t. “You thought you could swoop in and just replace him? That your mere presence would just make everything okay again? You're fucking delusional,” I snapped.

Getting up from the table, I knew I needed to get away from him and get some air before it turned into a shouting match. Storming out of the cottage, I headed down the docks to find Valkyrie. It was a good thing the walk was long and would give me a chance to cool off a little before I reached her. Infuriated was an understatement. I was so angry with him and his selfishness that I could have screamed. And it was tempting, I’d had a scream building in my throat for years now, but I was afraid if I started, I wouldn’t be able to stop.

When I reached the docks, I had calmed a little, but Valkyrie could still tell by my face that something had happened and let me vent to her. She listened carefully, occasionally sipping coffee from her thermos. “I’ll go talk to him,” she declared once I was finished. “No, you don’t have to do that.” “Someone needs to, and it isn’t going to be you. Besides, you need time to cool off.” As always, she was right, and I let her go.

Taglist: @jana-banana-fana​, @afangirlshideaway​, @kittyofalltrades​

[yunhowifeu]

So this is love?

Sorry for the typos,

Also  this is my first blog, hope y’all like it.

Word count: 3k+ Warnings: slight smut towards the end Yunho x reader

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 I woke up in the morning to a sticky note on the bed next to me it said “good morning, I had to go to work early and I nudged you for you to wake up but you didn’t =( anyways, I’m coming back at 6 so we can go somewhere =), love, your roomy”

“Roomy?”

How cute

Yunho always left sticky notes when he left early and even if he didn’t. When I wake up there’s always a note, when I walk to the kitchen there’s a note, when I walk to the living room there’s a note, there’s even notes I haven’t discovered yet and I know it. They are usually either, reminders, wether they are “there’s no more milk” or “remember to get ready for when I get back to go for ice cream” or even “always remember to keep your head up and most importantly remember that I’m always going to be by your side =)” sometimes they are just doodles or little drawing like a dog, a emoji, a person and more, or sometimes it’s just random like “hiii!” or “Hope your day is amazing” every time I found one I would put it in a small box I have on my nightstand, it’s getting filled quick. Yunho is my roommate and my best friend. I met him in high school and we became pretty close pretty quick but we lost contact for a while, I needed to find a house or atleast a apartment and I didn’t mind sharing as long as they aren’t rude or mean (I got quite the opposite actually) so I went on a website and found a small cute little house and it said there was an extra room and that they could use some company. I thought the house was so comfy and cute so I messaged the owner and signed some papers, next thing you know I’m at the door with a tall man giving me a warm welcoming smile in front of me welcoming me in with a hand gesture. I didn’t really recognize him since he had dyed hair, a different hairstyle, contact lenses with blue, different style, but when he looked me in the eyes after we talked for a while on the couch I remembered that one person who would look into my eyes with such admiration while I talked and that was yunho so I gasped and hugged him.”I thought you would never notice” yunho said with a little giggle. He decided not to say anything because he wanted to see how long it would take me. we got more closer every day. We have been living together for 9 months. 3 months ago we started sleeping in the same bed because we thought we were comfortable enough to do so and sometimes we just wanted to cuddle, some friends have teased us both about it but we don’t really pay much attention and since as long as we are happy we don’t listen to other people’s opinions as harsh as it might sound, but well it’s not like we do other than cuddling, so what can be so wrong with that?

I get in the shower and there’s a note that said “sorry I finished the yellow shampoo you use, yes I used it because the smell reminds me of you and it’s nice” oh umm, at least there was other shampoos, I kept thinking of the fact that he said it would remind him of me and it was nice?? Does he think about me a lot?

After I showered I dry my hair and put some makeup on, then I choose my clothing. I go to the kitchen and saw another note “no more cheese or bread, but don’t worry I’ll bring some when I get back”   “aww I wanted to make a sandwich” I said to myself. I decide to just make a small salad, I watched tv for a while, talked on the phone, ate some snacks, then I got bored. All my friends worked today and I usually go for walks or to the gym but today I want it to be a lazy day and what better to wear than an oversized hoodie and some shorts. My skinny jeans and crop top were just uncomfortable. I forgot I didn’t have any oversized hoodies just regular ones. Living with a tall male is always good. Not to mention I can barely reach the cabinets from the kitchen. Not the point. I went to yunho’s room, yes he slept in my room but his clothing were in his room, it’s been a while since I’ve been in his room, nothing has really changed tho, I go to the closet and see a gray hoodie so I try it on and it fits perfect and by perfect I mean it ends a little lower than my bum. I go to my room and change. I then went back to the kitchen to get myself some more coffee, so far I’ve had 4 cups of coffee today. I sat on the couch and got some cookies to go with my coffee and went on social media. I didn’t realize what time it was but a couple of minutes later the door opens and my eyes get wide, I run to my room and take his hoodie off, he didn’t see me because he was trying to get the key out of the key hole which was a little messed up recently. I put on one of my hoodies and secretly trying to put his back where it was he saw me. He giggles at my posture trying to hide from him. “What you got there?” He knew exactly what I had but of course him being the tease he is, he asked while walking towards me. Once he is in front of me he bent to my height, tilted his head and gave me a wide smile, grabbing his hoodie from my hands while his eyes are glued on mine. He straightened up and went to his room, putting the hoodie back. He then patted my head while passing my frozen body. “No hug for me today?” Should I return the energy he is giving off, sure why not?. “No cuz I wanted to wear your hoodie and you took it from me” I said, crossing my arms, walking to the kitchen where he is. I sat on one of the counter stools with him sitting on the other side, right in front of me. “Fine I’ll let you borrow it if you give me a hug that is worth my hoodie” he said with a playful smile. I rolled my eyes jokingly and he said “I guess not” raising his eyebrows. He didn’t notice I got up and stood behind him. I hugged him tight with my arms wrapped around his torso and my head laying on his way bigger back. He didn’t move and we stayed like that for a bit. I tip toed to see over his shoulder and he was blushing  and I wanted a closer look because from his big shoulders I barely saw his face, facing down looking at his food. So I walk to where I was previously sitting and once I sat down he got up without saying anything, his face with no expression but a blushing mess. I thought it was adorable. He washed the plate he was previously eating from and I had and idea. Why not back hug him again? How evil of me right? And so I did. This time he just put the plate away and started walking away but I cling on to his back, it felt comfortable after all. We entered his room and without saying anything he just gives me his hoodie, I take it with one hand and with the other still on him, I then wrap my other hand with the hoodie around him. He walked to the couch. “You should let go or I’ll have to sit on you and we both know I’m going to crush your ant body” he said. I quickly let go while he sits and I sit on his lap. “Why so clingy today?” He asked. “You told me to” I answered. “ I said a hug worth not multiple and I didn’t ask you to keep going” he said with a blank face. “You didn’t tell me to stop- I’m sorry, I just- nvm” I said standing up quickly and went to my room. “I didn’t mean it like that!” I heard him say loudly. I knew he didn’t but, what if he was uncomfortable? I just really enjoyed it while he didn’t? How selfish of me. I really shouldn’t make this a big deal and overthink it. I get my hoodie off and put his on appreciating his scent. I lay in bed looking at the blank wall and after a while I feel a pair of hands wrapping it’s way around my torso. “Cutie” he whispered in my ear. I got goosebumps all around my body. He is so close and it’s so warm and comfy. I turn around and looked at him closing his eyes with a smile on his face. I got closer and whispered “I thought we would go somewhere once you got home”. There was no response. I sighed thinking he fell asleep. “Let’s stay like this a little longer please” he said. “No I wanna go now!” I demanded playfully while trying to wiggle out of his hold but he just kept tightening it. I sighed and gave up. “Fine” I said with defeat. Next thing I knew, I see a tall figure...changing!? I sat up quickly without knowing it. He turned around. “Oh you’re awake now” he said, still putting his shirt on. I couldn’t help but stare at his defined abs, and fare skin. “Done staring yet? Come on get ready” he said giggling. His shirt was fully on now but the picture of him with no shirt on is still in my head so I keep staring without noticing it. I didn’t notice when he walked towards me so when I stopped my daydreaming he was right in front of my face almost touching noses. “What are you thinking of?” tilting his head. “You and the fantasies I have about us” wait what- DID I JUST SAY THAT OUT LOUD!? He looked at me with wide eyes. He touched my face and said “I suppose you didn’t mean to say that out loud princess did you?” He knew me so well and the fact that he called me princess- I think I might faint right then and there. “Come on pumpkin, get ready” he smiled. Gosh why did he make me feel this way?? I sighed and got up. He just stood there looking at me. “So are you just going to watch me change?” I asked while slowly lifting his hoodie up revealing my fading abs. He froze still looking at me. “ well well well, look who was teasing me a few seconds ago and now they are doing the exact same thing they teased me about” I raised an eyebrow walking towards him, arms free from the hoodie, revealing my arms and part of my bra. He swallowed and left.

I got out of the room when I was done getting ready and he was on the couch on his phone. I decided to give him a back hug, cuz like-why not? I wrapped my arms around his collar bone and he held my hands in place with his. Still holding my hand he stood up and we walked to the door. He opened the car door for me and let go of my hand then closing the door. He got in and we drove off. There was no actual destination. “Do you wanna just have a late night drive or actually go somewhere?” He broke the silence with the question which I didn’t know what to answer to it. He then grabbed my hand and held it. “Let’s go order a drink and then we can have a drive around the city, yeah?” He asked. I hummed in agreement. We ordered 2 lemonades at a drive thru then left once we paid. Most of the car ride was silent, still holding hands, looking out the window. We made small talk every now and then. I enjoyed it, it was relaxing. “Y/n” he said with his deep voice. When I tell you I was scared I mean it. More like worried but still. The thing is yunho never really called me by my name, he would just say what he needed to say or would call me pet names, but when he did it was serious. Oh gosh. “I think you need to know that I have grown to care for you, deeply” he said gently making the hold on my hand tighter. I didn’t really get what he said, I mean like, what does it mean? I didn’t wanna ask tho since it was a serious moment and I don’t wanna look dumb. I just hummed in agreement. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable” he said slowly letting go of my hand but I caught it in time and held it tight. “It’s the opposite, you make me so comfortable whenever I’m around you, I can be myself, and you like me for who I am even tho sometimes I’m dumb and ugly and annoying and weird but you have always been there for me no matter what, even when I push you away, I can go on with a long list of how you make me comfortable but all you need to know is, I’m not this comfortable not even with my own family” I explained. His eyes sparkled with the night light poles while he looked at me. He turned his attention back to the road. He suddenly parked on the side. “I mean- I just can’t stop thinking about you, I can’t bare the thought anymore of being apart from you, everyday I leave to work I leave you a note so you can remember me and smile with that beautiful smile of yours, all my dreams, my desires, it all involves you, and as wrong as it may sound, it’s true, you are everything to me, my heart ached every time you talked with your other guy best friend on the phone, always giggling, bickering and flirting to each other and even worse in person, when we go out in public and you even stare a little too long or even ask a question to a guy, I go nuts inside my head, I can’t bare the thought of you cuddling or even being close with any other guy that isn't me, I’m not so good with my words and words can’t describe everything I want to say, you are quite hyper and energetic sometimes that it gets to the point where it’s annoying but I still love that side of you, your cute laughs, your teasing giggles, it’s too much for me to handle, I don’t know what to do with all these feelings for you, if you don’t feel the same way tho, it’s fine, you know what, just forget everything I just said, let’s just go home and sleep” I was in shock. No way my dream guy, my best friend, my comfort, my warmth, my joy, out of billions of girls, he likes me!?.. Before he started to drive off I grabbed his head and turned it towards me again. I kissed him with no hesitation. He kissed me back, holding my face with his large hands.

From that day on, we started dating, it’s been about a month now. He makes me so happy. He is so much more touchy and clingy now, and I love it so much. He started missing work because “I’ll be crying if I can’t kiss you every 5 minutes and you don’t want me to cry do you now?” Is his excuse every time. Or he will make any ridiculous excuse for us two to stick together like at the mall once I told him “I wanna go to that jewelry store really quick, go buy us a drink while?”

Then he told me he had no money when we clearly bought things previously that day but I gave him my card anyways. He then said “oh funny I actually have mine right here but I think we should go together” I was surprised. “Uhm you might get robbed or somebody might assault you” I would just laugh but agree. Yunho became a blushing mess whenever our friends would point out any hickeys, he would try acting cool most of the time but when he remembers the fact that he was the one who did it or you were the one who did it, he gets so shy, it’s adorable, I usually just giggle and he covers his face awkwardly laughing which makes all of us laugh jokingly. now that I have talked a little about yunhos soft side let’s talk about his “not so soft” side. He once pinned me to a wall started kissing and it turned into bitting lips, tongue dominance war, etc,. I slightly moan because well it felt good and you know what he says? “Ohh you like that baby girl?” I’m sorry what- did I hear that right? Is what I was thinking at the moment but it didn’t stop us from going farther than kissing but anyways, yunho isint so soft and can also get possessive and jealous as hell. He is scary when he gets mad, which isn't often but still is very scary. I do anything possible not to make him mad or disappointed. Back to the soft side, he will get flustered easily with me, touch his hand or rub against his arm, he will blush, lay my hand on his chest, lap or shoulder he will become as red as a tomato it’s unlike when we get intimate, he will become so dominant and won’t blush or feel bad, this boy is the opposite of shy in bed, if you know what I mean. My turn ons are his cherry lips, I would just stare at them all day if I could, his defined abs, his fluffy dyed hair, his length, in everything, ;) he was just so tall and so big compared to me, it turns me on so much, his goofy smile, his glowy sparkly eyes, he is perfect in every shape or form in my eyes. His turn ons are usually whenever I touch him, like anywhere, anytime. He says he really likes my smile. He says he also likes the height difference, he thinks it’s adorable. We get along so well and rarely fight, when we do fight tho we always fix it right away. I’ve never felt this loved and vise bursa.

[postwarlevi]

This is just me being me....

Soooo! Levi wants to go shopping at the local farmers market. He wants to pick up some tasty food and maybe stop by a place on the way home to grab some plants for the garden.

Which tasty stalls do you stop by and what plants will you guys grab for your garden?

He's eyeing those deals.

CAT! My darling! I must apologize to you (and others) for letting things sit in my inbox.

Part of me just gets distracted, or forces myself to finish my work (not often lol) before interacting. Another part literally feels like I can't do justice to things people send me.... I'll work on that.

(I have no excuse for being so late in tag games except, distractions lol)

Anyway! Let me promote myself LOL I'll take a little inspiration from the Farmers Market fic I wrote a while ago. (this is also slightly self indulgent)

I think you'd have similar tastes and your favorites of course... Am I about to go overboard?

As far as fruit, I stand by Levi liking apples (I have a fic for that too hehe), and cherries, and fresh navel oranges. He's always got an apple or orange for lunch, or snacks on a bowl of cherries when they're in season. And loving apples as well, you're known to make tasty treats like tarts or muffins or crisps, and Levi always has his share.

You can't pass up the pineapple as well, or the blueberries and strawberries in season. Your freezer is full for smoothie ingredients. (Imma make a HC about everyones favorite fruit sometime)

Moving on to veggies, you stock up for salads and quick snacks. Bell peppers, cucumbers, carrots, zucchini, yes! All of it! How can you pass up a 1.5 pound organic zucchini for $1? You can't!

You like winter squash as well like butternut for soups or acorn for stuffing...or both for muffins or casseroles! (I have recipes!)

Also potatoes for baking or mashing yourself. And they last forever.

Okay but the zucchini? You have to visit the cheese stall and get asiago or mozzarella to shred on the zucchini and pop it in the oven for 15 minutes. SO GOOD. Also feta for salads. Cheese is the bulk of your dairy as it's coconut or almond milk in your fridge.

The tea stall! Loose leaf, baggies, give us the usual black or green tea. Chamomile or sage tea, cinnamon and honey lemon, and fruity flavors once in a while like pomegranate or pear mango. :D

Oh and dried fruit and nuts! Levis a weirdo and likes dried beets and such. He can have those. The hazelnuts too. But you both like raw almonds and the nutty granola blend for days you have oatmeal and want a crunch. Sometimes you just use it as a cereal base and throw in the blueberries! Dried fruit like mango or papaya wind up in your bag too. And those apple slices!

We can't forget the bread! You have to watch it here more than anywhere. Rye or pumpernickel loafs, small rolls of sesame seed or garlic herb. Sometimes they're for breakfast and sometimes for lunch.

How about your honey and fresh jams and peanut/almond butters? Gotta have something to put between those sandwiches! Apricot preserves, orange marmalade, classic strawberry jam. (Jam spreads better then jelly!)

You know I don't know where you're going to put all this stuff LOL

Sometimes you also grab eggs, and look at the non food items like the crafty handmade woodwork or coasters (no more coasters!) or fresh bar soap like lavender!

BTW if anyone is waiting for me to throw meats in there, you're going to have to do it yourself haha sorry

Oh wait but maybe you splurge on pasta? There's so many varieties! Maybe you go for lemon garlic linguini, or sun dried tomato fettuccine. And pasta sauce made with organic tomatoes, garlic, onion, basil and olive oil. YUM!

And if you go early and don't eat breakfast, you'll get it there. Strawberry mango smoothies, waffles, guava or chocolate empanadas?? (You eat healthy all the time, it's okay to not once in a while!)

Maybe you get lunch to go like woodfire pizza, or veggie wraps and rice and beans. Yes, you have lots of food, but after lugging it around and putting it away who wants to cook? You need to take it easy for a minute!

As far as plants, more zucchini, you can never have enough. Tomatoes and whatever lettuce variety is your favorite, and fresh herbs like basil, rosemary and parsley.

Fruits are a little more tricky I think, but a fig plant can go indoors or outdoors, and fresh figs are a nice treat! Lemons and limes are a good option too, and you can use them for some flavored water or to keep cut apples fresh :D Maybe if there's room blueberries too, or plums. (and apples)

So, what do you think? You going to the market with Levi? What are YOU getting??

[myfitnessjourney-2020]

Monday, September 19th, 2022 Exercise Log:

Today I went back to the treadmill to maintain my routine. I ran for almost 15 minutes, and burned around 150 calories. It’s a little less than last week’s numbers, but that’s okay. I almost didn’t go running since it was already 10pm and I had a bunch of stuff I needed to do after work so I didn’t get to do it earlier. I’m so proud of myself for pushing myself to go anyways and just get something small in- which is exactly what I did.

It’s important to me to be consistent rather than go for big results in a small amount of time. I want to want to go running. Not just have to go. However, I do not recommend going this late in the future after I ate a big dinner. I got really sick after my run and am still recovering 😓

I’ll just have to be a little more diligent about running before the last meal of the day. If I run out of time, a Chloe Ting workout is probably easier on the intestines than running is.

Moving on… here is what I ate today:

Breakfast: half a cookie. Coffee

Lunch: baked salmon and rice with a mayonnaise-based dressing and green onions as a topping. Couldn’t quite finish the whole thing but it was alright. Regular sized can of coke to drink.

Snack: a pop tart

Dinner: went to Panera Bread. I had the 1/2 Mediterranean Veggie sandwich and cup of Mac and cheese (my fave). I didn’t eat the chips with it since it was already a lot of carbs. Water to drink.

After I came back home from running errands, we had some more coffee and did some light reading. I noticed today I ate more refined sugar than normal. Actually, almost every day I come home I have some kind of baked pastry or dessert. I don’t exactly have a sweet tooth. I think it’s because my boyfriend does and he always makes cookies or buys croissants and it’s there so I eat it. I can tell I don’t really crave it because when it’s just me by myself I don’t mind having to get something else for a snack, or simply going without. When I lived with roommates I never purchased sweets or desserts when I went shopping. It just didn’t cross my mind.

I mean, I would like to be a little better about choosing something else to eat when I come home for the day. Maybe I can grab ingredients for a smoothie or something easy to whip up and keep in the fridge.

Also, I noticed I did good today about making a conscious effort to reduce my portion sizes. At Panera, I usually get the bowl size but I opted for a cup, and also skipped the chips. And instead of having the entire two pack of pop tarts, I only ate one. It’s like 340 calories for two pop tarts. It’s insane lol. That being said, I don’t want to restrict myself by saying “no” to things I want to eat. I’d rather just compromise with myself and eat half or reduced size of something I want. That way I feel like I have it my way while also being conscious of what I’m putting into my body.

That was a lot! I’ll probably start the Get Toned Chloe Tine Challenge soon, I’ll keep you posted!

Til next time- goodnight!

[quieteating]

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Manteca

I am by nature a taciturn man.  I find loud noises annoying, the burp of cars irritating and the barking of small dogs at times surprising.  I generally look to go to restaurants where this isn’t a problem.  But this was not the case here. Lunch was so loud that I couldn’t hear myself think.

While I do not usually hold my thoughts in particularly high esteem (so nothing much is lost) in this case the decibel level was so extreme that I found myself scrunching up my ears (and mouth) to try and minimize the impact.  Screwing up my mouth did impact the taste of things somewhat.

Then again, perhaps they have got something right as they seemed rather busy.  Well at least that’s what I am trying to give them the doubt of.  When we sat down we were told that the concept of the restaurant was that “the food came as it came”.  I.e. they had little kitchen control so couldn’t manage the timing of the food like a normal restaurant and that showed with the extreme tardiness of most of our dishes.  Although being somewhat inept was not something isolated just to the kitchen as the waiters managed to deliver the wrong food to our table three times.

This is the rather nice looking upstairs.  I was excited as I enjoy light filled venues.  Better for photos.  Unfortunately, we were exiled to the basement which was cramped, dark, stuffy and extremely loud.  Must have been something on my face.

Wildfarmed focaccia, rosemary.  As a starter, this was ok.  Nothing special though and it seemed somewhat arbitrary how many pieces of bread you got when you ordered.  Well, that is what I am using to justify what would otherwise be blatant discrimination as other tables got four servings of bread.

Fried ciccioli, apple mostarda.  Crunchy and fulsome.  Deep umami porky taste, this was rather nice if a little small.  Appeared 15 minutes after ordering.  This was to be a theme throughout the meal, delays like the tube.

Strozzapreti, brown crab cacio e pepe.  First the good, the pasta was nicely cooked al dante.  However, I wonder if more than a teaspoon of crab meat went into this dish, as it seems suspiciously crabless.  I would think that if you were stingy on the more expensive ingredients, the least you could do was try and provide enough grains to make up for that lack.

This was not the case as there was probably 50g of pasta spread around.  This rather meagre portion together with the lack of substance put me in a crabby mood.  Especially as this arrived 30 minutes after ordering.  Maybe they were out crab hunting.

Malloreddus.  Cooked a rather long time, the limp and too soft pasta was lifted up a bit by uninspired mince meat and cheese mix.  As you can see by the photo, this was also a minuscule portion.  We are talking about 1/4 of the usual size here.  Even smaller than the first dish.  Rather heavily over salted too.  The pasta (what little we had) was good though.  It arrived at the 40 minute mark in a haphazard manner much like the waiting service.

Nduja steamed mussels, cream, parsley.  Juicy, succulent with rich sauce.  There was a single rather small slice of fried bread at the bottom to soak up the sauce.  The miserly portions were becoming a bit much.  We had ordered this in the middle of our meal as we realised that the pasta portion sizes would leave us hungry (and grumpy) at the end.

Wood roasted plaice.  Decent but nothing special.  Could have done this myself as it seemed that it had just been roasted with minimal seasoning caveman style.  Then again, at this stage of the meal, I was just looking round for th

Crispy potatoes, salumi brown butter.  Crispy, tasty and fluffy inside.  These were decent but these took over an hour to come.  With that in mind, it wasn’t really worth the wait.

There is a method of giving appraisals, called the sandwich method.  You give good feedback, then improvement points and then finally end on a positive note.  It also has attained some rather less polite monikors which are better not mentioned in the context of food.  Applying this to this restaurant, the taste of some of the dishes was decent, the upstairs dining room had a rather pleasing atmosphere.  As for feedback, the food was rather minimal in portion, scrimping on elements that would have made their food somewhat decent.  To add insult to injury, the pricing was also rather high for what you got.

Trying to think of a positive point to end on, sandwich appraisal style, at least we got our food in the end.  Even if we did have to wait an inordinate amount of time.  To counter that, we also amused ourselves watching the hapless antics of the waiters as they delivered the wrong food to the wrong table (again).  Unfortunately, this entertainment was somewhat curtailed as I couldn’t hear the angry responses from just 2 metres away as it was almost too loud to think.

  A quiet eating 4/10.

Lunch (1.5 course equivalent) was GBP 27 per person excluding service.

  Manteca

49-51 Curtain Road, London EC2A 3PT

[casspurrjoybell-25]

November - Chapter 15

*Warning Adult Content*

- Cooper -

Cooper and Oliver ended up ruining both beds.

They had intended to go back to Oliver’s bed when they woke up in the morning but things moved too quickly and Cooper didn't want to stop for them to relocate.

It was his fault for also having condoms and lube hidden in the guest bedroom as well.

Otherwise, they would have been forced to go back to Cooper’s bedroom.

"I think I'm done," Oliver says, flopping over onto his back.

"I can't anymore."

"Yeah, I think I'm done too.” Cooper laughs. “And we really have been in bed all morning. It's going to be lunchtime soon."

"I suppose we should get up so I can see something today," Oliver says.

"Since that's why I'm in Washington."

"What do you have in mind?"

"You mentioned something on the plane, something about a cape. Or cove?"

"Cape Flattery. It's the northwesternmost point of the US, not counting Alaska. You can see great sunsets there if the weather's cooperating."

"Let's do it," Oliver says.

"Even if the weather isn't cooperating, I still want to see it."

"It's an hour and a half drive each way. You up for that?"

"After wearing myself out in bed with you, a long drive sounds great. Is the hike out to Cape Flattery long?"

"Nope, less than two miles. How about this, I'll go pick up some dinner for us to have when we're there and while I'm out getting that, you can wash all the sheets so we have a clean bed to sleep in tonight."

"Deal."

Oliver leans over and kissed Cooper.

                                           ******

A couple hours later, Cooper loads a small cooler and his backpack into his truck.

He had packed a nice tablecloth his mother had given him, an electric lantern and some durable plates.

He had stopped at the deli when he went to the store and had sandwiches made, with nice bread and better ingredients than the usual sub sandwiches and picks up a few sides to go along with them.

On his way home from the store, I goes to a gift shop to get a tiny floral tabletop  arrangement.

His plan was to create a picnic dinner under the stars.

Cooper was nervous.

He didn't know if Oliver would like this or if his effort would be enough compared to what he was used to in California.

For Cooper, it was going to be a fancy picnic but to most people it might be considered simple and nothing special.

Cooper wanted to do something nice for Oliver, something to cheer him up after his break-up and let him know that he cared.

Something more than just great sex.

"Is everything ready?" Oliver asks, coming down the steps of Cooper’s front porch.

"Yep. Are you ready? Hat, gloves, scarf, coat? It can get chilly once the sun is down."

"I've got all that. Thanks for making sure I stay warm," Oliver replies, stepping close to Cooper and brushing his lips against the other man’s mouth.

"Of course."

Cooper kissed Oliver back, opening his mouth and putting his hands on his hips.

Oliver’s tongue meets Cooper’s and they are kissing for a few seconds before he pulls away.

"We need to focus on actually getting there," Oliver laughs.

"You're right," Cooper says, grinning back.

"Let's go."

During the long drive there, Oliver stays glued to the window.

It made Cooper happy how enthralled he was with the scenery.

"What else do you want to see while you're here?" Cooperasks.

"Is there anything that's walking distance from Forks? You know, that I could see on my own while you're with your family tomorrow for Thanksgiving? And I meant to ask if I need to find something to do on Friday also, in case you're doing stuff with your family for more than one day."

Cooper glances over at him.

"Why do you think, I am not seeing you on Thanksgiving? You know you're coming with me to my parents' house, right?"

"I am?"

"You're in a state you've never been before, recently abandoned by your boyfriend and you don't know anyone but me. Did you think I was going to let you spend Thanksgiving alone?"

"Yes?"

Cooper tusked and shook his head.

"Clearly you don't know me well enough yet."

"Are you sure? I don't wanna intrude. I'm a stranger to your family and we've only known each other for a little more than a week."

"I'm sure. Anyone's welcome when it comes to my family. My mom would yell at me if I didn't invite you and she found out about you and your situation later. Besides, I already called her when I was out getting the food and told her I'd be bringing you."

Oliver was looking at Cooper with a soft smile on his face, his dimple barely visible.

"Thanks, Cooper. That's really kind of you and your family, and I'm looking forward to meeting them. Especially Annabelle."

"She'll love you. And she'll want to know what you thought of her s'mores cookies."

"They were amazing, so I'll have no problem giving her plenty of praise."

Cooper smiled back, taking his eyes from the road for a second so he could look at Oliver.

‘I don't know how I got so lucky to meet this incredible guy.’

                                           ******

The layer of clouds above them had started to break up by the time they got to the parking area for the trail.

They made their way through the forest, the sound of the ocean growing louder through the trees the closer they got.

Cooper was glad to see the sky was more than halfway clear but still had enough clouds to create a dynamic sunset.

"There are a few viewpoints," Cooper tells Oliver.

"Near the coves, we'll see different kinds of birds and if we're lucky, some sea otters or sea lions. There's also an island not too far in the distance with a lighthouse on it."

"Let's check out the coves first," Oliver says.

"It might be easier to see animals before the sun starts going down."

Cooper leads him over to that viewing platform and watches his reactions.

He loved seeing Oliver’s joy and appreciation for the places he had taken him.

"The teal water is gorgeous," he said, turning around to look at me.

"I really do think the Pacific Northwest is one of the most beautiful places in the world. I'm so glad I chose to come here."

Cooper steps up behind Oliver, putting his hands on the railing and enveloping his slender body.

"If you look down to the right, there are a couple sea lions on the rock."

"There are?" Oliver asks, his voice getting louder with excitement as he leans over the railing to look.

"Oh yeah, I see them."

Cooper keeps his hands on Oliver’s hips as he scans the cove, pointing out everything he sees.

Cooper listens but he’s distracted.

He loved having his hands on him.

He wanted his hands on him all the time and he was already looking forward to tonight.

Last night and this morning had been incredible.

Oliver made him feel amazing and desired.

He'd never had issues with his body but he knew being thick and hairy didn't appeal to everyone.

He wasn't sure if he'd appeal to a cute California guy with a perfect body but Oliver seemed genuinely attracted to him.

The thought made him smile.

They moved to the other viewpoints, stopping at the one that overlooked the ocean and the island with the lighthouse.

The sun was going down, casting an orange glow onto the teal water and lighting up the cliffs.

The clouds remaining in the sky turned pink as the sunset progressed.

Cooper was holding Oliver in his arms as they watched, hugging him so his back was pressed against his chest.

Cooper couldn't resist nuzzling the side of Oliver’s face and kiss his cheek.

Oliver turned his head and captured Cooper’s lips, kissing him long and slow before he turns in his arms.

Oliver puts his arms around Cooper’s neck, which the older man was finding he liked more and more each time he did it.

They watched the sun set and traded kisses but eventually Cooper had to pull away because things were getting too heated.

"I'm going to find a picnic table and get our food out. You stay here and take some more pictures."

"Okay," Oliver said, smiling softly at him.

Cooper doubted they'd see anyone else this late but he found one of the more secluded picnic tables anyway.

After brushing off a few stray leaves, he laid the tablecloth down and added the electric lantern and tabletop arrangement.

It was made of tiny white flowers and some type of small green leaves, so it fit in well with the surroundings.

He put the sandwiches on plates and set out the side dishes.

Then he stepped back and took it all in.

It looked good to him but he hoped Oliver would think so too.

The light was beginning to fade when Cooper went back to Oliver and he knew that because they were far away from any light pollution, the stars would be out soon.

"Did you get some good pictures?"

"I think so."

"You'll have to show me after we eat. Dinner is ready."

Cooper took Oliver's hand and led him around the trees to the picnic table and he stopped as soon as he saw it.

His mouth dropped open slightly and then a smile slowly emerged on his face.

"Wow, I wasn't expecting something so nice and romantic in the woods."

"Romance in the woods is my specialty," Cooper joked.

Oliver turned and grinned at him.

"I'd say so," he says, pulling Cooper in for a kiss.

"I love it. I've never had a picnic like this before."

‘Oliver was a dream come true with the way he appreciated everything I did. My ex-boyfriends had rarely been impressed with me or with my efforts to do anything special for them.’

As they ate their dinner under the night sky, Cooper wished Oliver didn't have to go back home to California.

He wanted more time with him, even though he knew it was futile.

Rather than think about the few days they had left, Cooper tried to stay in the moment.

Cooper smiled across the table at Oliver who responded by reaching over and taking his hand, stroking his large knuckles with his tiny thumb.

"You're really great, Cooper. I'm having the best time out here and I'm happy I met you."

"I'm happy you're here, too," Cooper replied.

"And I’m happy you gave me a chance. I didn't think a pretty boy like you would go for me."

"Why not? You're funny, handsome, strong, kind and great in bed. What's not to love?"

Cooper knew he was blushing.

It was flattering to hear but more than that, Oliver really seemed to see him.

Oliver saw exactly who Cooper was and the life that he lived and against all the odds, he liked it.

‘It was only going to make it that much harder when he left.’

[blue-eyed-bloodstains]

What make up product do you never use? I rarely wear make up, usually only for like certain occasions but one thing I’ve never used is foundation

Do you ever sit with your legs open? more than I probably should lol it’s the tomboy in me...I’m always in jeans so it’s whatever I don’t care :P

Have you ever been offered drugs on the street? no

What is one place you have been to and hated? Clifton, CO...

Have you ever seen a jellyfish? not in person

Do you know who Dylan Moran is? yeah

What’s your favourite kind of soup? alphabet lol no joke

Do you ever put bread in your soup? if it’s tomato soup of course I dip my grilled cheese in it! otherwise no

Would you like me to stop asking questions about soup? lol I don’t mind

Is there anything in the USB key slots in your computer/laptop? no

What advertisements are on your screen at the moment? none

Do you ever get a really itchy nose when you’re unable to scratch it? I mean I can scratch it but it just keeps itching and drives me nuts sometimes lol

Has anyone ever randomly licked your face? not full on lick but like poke with his tongue when kissing my cheek to mess with me lol 

When was the last time you bought a book? Tom Felton’s memoir a few months ago

What question do you hate being asked in surveys? they can get pretty repetitive but I don’t necessarily hate any, it is what it is 

Are you upstairs or downstairs at the minute? it’s a one level house so neither lol

Did anyone ever draw on your face when you were sleeping? no

Have you ever done that to someone else? I’d never do that, I’m not Jigglypuff :P

Have you ever been asked for directions? yeah

If so, did you ever give someone wrong directions? hopefully not, I suck with directions even for myself let alone trying to help someone else!

What’s your favourite brand of chocolate, galaxy, cadburys, or nestle? Nestle since the other two aren’t a thing here lol

Are there any farm animals near you? oh yeah there’s tons of farm land here so lots of people have cattle. closest ones to farm animal around here I’ve seen are goats, sheep, and cows

Are there any lakes near you? a few small ones

Was there ever a time when you felt absolutely terrified? a lot of times actually

If so, why? many reasons, depends on what terrified me at the time

Is there any TV show you watch religiously? Jeopardy, Shark Tank, Hoarders, EVERYTHING on ID (crime shows), Law and Order: SVU, court shows mainly Judge Judy, Bar Rescue, To Catch A Smuggler...just to name ‘a few’ XD

Have you ever been in your local newspaper? one time the first time we moved to CO, I was in 5th grade and our class was in the newspaper for our class pet and I’m reaching toward it to pet it which is the pic they chose for the paper lol it wasn’t front page or anything though

Have you ever called your mother ma or mammy? no

Can you imitate any other accent? yeah Brit and “country” pretty well, I think :P

What is your funniest memory of the 6th contact in your phone? ironically enough that’s my fiance cause I have him listed as ‘Babe’ XD and wayyyy too many to even count or list

Have you ever protested? no

Have you ever participated in a parade? no

Are you going to do anything for Paddy’s day? already passed and couldn’t drink so...sucked

Were you ever chased by an animal? not that I remember

Has anyone ever really insulted you? ha you serious? all my life

Have you ever told an elder to fuck off? not to their face...but I’ve worked a lot of retail so nuff said XD

Do you ever make banana sandwiches? oh my goddddd no but I fuckin love them!

Do you blush easily? ohhh yeah it’s ridiculous lol

Are you single/or taken? taken

Are you happy with that?^ yes

Do you make the first move or do you prefer it the other way around? other way around

What is the most painful thing you’ve experienced? physically I’d say my collarbone being broken, with ovarian cysts bursting and the cramps from that a very tight close second

Do you feel guilty about anything? all the fuckin time

Do you hug someone whenever you see them? my fiance, my dad/stepmom/stepsis when we visit them in NJ

Have you ever been in the accidents and emergency room? I damn near live in the ER...accident wise? yeah, a few bike wrecks growing up and most recently when I totaled my car last year due to a DUI....I should be dead right now, let’s put it that way and I somehow came out with only major whiplash and a few bumps and bruises..

When was the last time you bled? What happened? I won’t state the obvious since I’m a woman XD umm this major basal cell on my hairline that I’m having major surgery on soon to remove with subsequent surgeries for skin grafts given how extensive it’ll be bleeds/pusses all the time even without touching it and rescabs/repeats so...yeah 

Is there anyone you know that gives you the creeps? not that I can think of at the moment

Do you call random objects ‘gay’? no

Have you ever started talking to someone that you thought was someone else? no

When you look behind you what catches your attention the most? the tv tray next to the loveseat (I’m sitting with my back against the armrest and legs stretched out) and the clutter on it :P

[servin-up-surveys]

survey #122

How many friends do you have on Facebook? I just checked, 112.

What was on the last sandwich you ate? I actually had one yesterday, it was black pepper turkey with American cheese and mustard.

Have you ever gotten back together with an ex? Yes; Girt and I dated for like... four months in '17, but I decided to break up because I just didn't like him in the romantic way that I couldn't for the life of me decide if I did. Turns out getting back together a few years later was a fanfuckingtastic decision and proved to me that feelings can change and develop.

What is your favourite Thai dish? I'm quite sure I've never had Thai food before.

How many contacts do you have in your phone? Just counted, there's 16. Most I basically never text or call, though.

When was the last time you made out with somebody? I swear I'm like no older than 12, these questions still make me uncomfortable lmfao yesterday

What month of the year was your mother born? August.

Do you have any friends that seem to know all the hot gossip? lol my friends are adults

What TV show(s) have you been watching currently? Girt and I are almost done with the first season of Dark, which I am HOOKED on, like I want answers and to watch the next episode and the next episode more than I have for ANY show in a very, very, very long time. We stayed up late one night because *I* didn't want to stop watching, and I could not even guess the last show I was like that with. It's also natively a German show so I've had fun reading text that shows up and have even learned grammar stuff I never knew.

How many apps do you have on your phone? Excluding those that I can't remove from my phone/come with it, I have 14. My phone has *INSANELY* low memory, like only one of these apps is even remotely big, and I have to go through hell to keep almost anything updated because there's just not enough space on it. I fucking loathe my phone and desperately want a new one.

What pet names do you use with your significant other? Kinda like, all the basic ones. I know I use "hunny" the most, probably followed by "sweetie."

Do you have to wear a name badge where you work? Still don't have a job... but still looking every single day.

What brand is your toaster, if you have one? We have a toaster oven, but idk what the brand is. I basically never use it.

Can you hear anything right now? Yeah, I'm watching an episode of John Wolfe's Resident Evil 4 Remake LP. I hate that I can't play it myself right now, but at least it's something and is also a game that isn't like, a 100% new experience.

Is there anybody else in the room you’re currently in? No.

What’s the name of the store you usually get your groceries? Walmart. It's the cheapest and also not even two minutes from our house.

Does your house have a porch/balcony? We have an extremely small covered area that I guess does qualify as a "porch" out front, but we have a bigger/more proper one out back. It's actually a meshed-in area that's perfect to just sit and chill at... even though we never do. I've always wanted to sit out there one night with loved ones and like, roast marshmallows or something. I'd also love to hold Venus out there on a nice day, again if I had someone to sit and chat with. That's as close to outside as I'm willing to go with Venus because I have an insanely massive fear of a bird of prey just scooping her up, which CAN happen, but it's so super unlikely around here, but I don't care, I still freak out over the idea.

What’s your favourite type of bread? Pumpernickel.

Do you share a middle name with any of your siblings? Yes, with Nicole.

Have there ever been any bushfires/wildfires in your area? Yeah; funnily enough there was actually an active brushfire yesterday by the beach, something that isn't very uncommon in the hotter months 'round here. On multiple occasions we've even gotten the smoke from distant fires cake the air all the way over here, but I don't think that's happened in many years.

Have you ever taken a ride in an ambulance? No.

When was the last time you took a nap during the day? Well, I guess today, although I hadn't been awake long at all. I'd ended up on the bathroom floor by the toilet putting my entire fucking soul into NOT puking for a while, and we had to cancel my PT and psychiatrist appointments because of how sick I felt. I ended up going back to sleep and apparently sleeping like a boulder because Mom said I was snoring. I don't totally know what was wrong, but I'm blaming my period just being wack as fuck because this has been THE most symptomatic I have EVER been during a period, I think, which kinda scares me because nothing in my life has changed, so this period has just been very, very randomly intense.

What did you have to eat for dinner last night? Bless Girt's heart, he got me Subway bc he overheard Mom say she couldn't do it herself lol. He was a total supportive champ while he was here yesterday and the night before, he knew I was on my period and that this month's was just being fucking VICIOUS and was just being super helpful about it.

What was the last thing you had to drink? I have my flavored carbonated water right now.

Who was the last message you received from and what did they say? Girt tried sending me a picture of Charlie (his dog) being cute and Discord was being reluctant to send it for some reason so he had to complain about it lol

What’s your favourite kind of accent? British.

Have you ever missed a flight? Yes, actually. It was the day I was secretly flying to Illinois to surprise Sara on her birthday, and I was DEVASTATED because I thought the plan was ruined by me missing it, but with her parents' help it worked out and she had zero idea it was happening, even though I obviously got there later than we'd originally planned.

Have you ever seen a lunar eclipse? Yes, a few times.

Do you know your significant other’s passwords? No, I don't feel the need to know that... and there IS no need for me to know any of his passwords as a dating couple that doesn't like, have accounts where we share finances or anything.

What’s your favourite type of salad? Just regular green lettuce with Olive Garden dressing or ranch. Cucumbers are fine, too. And bacon bits if we're using ranch.

Is your house usually too warm or too cold in the winter? Too cold. Mom really hates turning on the heat because of money.

Have you ever been in love with someone much older or younger than you? No.

Would you rather have someone ask to kiss you, or just kiss you? This depends. With my partner now, it'd be extremely weird for him to ask to kiss me, and it would be with any stable romantic partner imo. When Girt and I first dated, he did ask first before he kissed me the first time, which is exactly what I wanted just because of my relationship trauma; I wanted to know it was coming and was okay with it happening. If, god forbid, Girt and I don't last and I end up in a different relationship in the future, I honestly don't know if I'd prefer to be asked or just kissed the first time.

What, if anything, do you substitute for fries? lol if fries are an option, I can basically oath to you that I'm getting fries, haha.

Have you ever been in a building that was on fire? Hell no.

Would you change your partner’s hair color if you could? I know he doesn't like the fact that he's graying early, so I'd fix that for him if I could just snap my fingers and have that happen, but I would never want to pick what he does with HIS hair, so to answer the basic question, no.

Have you ever written a poem for someone? More than once.

Have you been best friends with someone of a different race? Yup, a best friend from my childhood, Quiata, is African American. He wasn't what I'd call a BEST friend, but I was also very close with my childhood neighbor D'Andre, also African American. We hung out and played a whole lot. Oh yeah, and then there was Hannia in high school, but tbh I'm not entirely sure what her exact race was. I feel like the I believe one time I saw her dad, he looked Hispanic, and I know her mother was Asian of some sort.

Who’s the last person who cussed you out in anger? Idk. Maybe Sara, I try to not remember the details of that message.

Have you friended your parents on FB? My mom, yeah. Dad doesn't have one. I also have my stepmother on there, but solely to prevent drama because she posts THE dumbest, most fucking bigoted shit imaginable, like I literally don't even see her posts anymore because I turned that shit off.

What’s the last tourist area you visited? Chicago, I think.

Have you ever been in a submarine? No.

Is there anyone whose grave you visit? No. There are times where I'd like to visit Jason's mom's, just once, but I don't think it would be good for me, and I also have this fear that I'd by some insanely poor odds run into Jason there. I also don't know WHERE she's buried.

Did your mother change her maiden name when/if she got married? Yes, pretty sure both times she got married.

Do you use TikTok? No.

What decorations do you have in your bathroom? In the hall bathroom, there's three little fake plants on the sink.

Do you like Seinfeld? I don't think I have much of an opinion. Funnily enough though Mom had it on the other day, and some scene made me laugh.

What year was your favourite band formed? Ozzy went solo in 1980. Rammstein formed in 1994.

What’s your least favourite pizza topping? Probably mushrooms. I straight-up will not eat it.

What percentage battery is your phone on right now? 82.

Have you ever smoked a cigarette? Did you like it? No, and I absolutely never plan to, I just do not see the appeal. Definitely not worth cancer, either.

Are you closer to your mother or father? Mom.

Have you ever sent a postcard? Where from? No.

Do you know anyone who speaks Spanish as a first language? I don't think I know anyone anymore, but maybe.

Who was the last person you kissed? Girt.

Do you have a Bachelor’s degree? If so, what in? No.

Do loud noises bother you? Yes.

Do you rent or own the place you live? Rent. And our landlord/family "friend" will never, ever let us forget her great kindness.

Have you ever made yourself as a Sim? No, I've actually never played the Sims, save for the animal ones. It's not the kind of game that I'd have fun with.

What brand is your phone? It's literally a Tracphone.

Have you ever had a friend named Mary? No.

What does the name “Ada” make you think of? Haha actually the Resident Evil franchise character, funny time to mention the name.

Have you ever ridden in a horse-drawn carriage? No.

Did you ever sneak out of your house when you were younger? No.

What is your best friend’s name? Donald Jr., but I've always known him as Girt.

Is anyone in your family an author or poet? My like, 4th or 5th cousin wrote Not Without My Daughter. No one in my very close family, though.

Have you ever dated a guy with a girl’s name? No, but I'm not against it. I don't believe in gendering names, anyway, honestly.

Would you rather be named Fanny or Faye? Faye, by an insane longshot. I love the name Faye, meanwhile Fanny sounds awful to me.

Do you have a godmother? I don't believe so.

Are you someone’s godmother? No.

When was the last time you wrote a poem? Last time I was in the hospital. ... I think? I don't believe I've written something since then.

Do you believe that it’s possible for someone to be resurrected from the dead? Save for experiences where the heart has been inactive for only a short period of time and it was able to be jolted back into activity, no.

What color hair does your current crush (or boyfriend, girlfriend, husband, whatever) have? Black, but as I mentioned earlier it also has gray in it.

What’s the most embarrassing thing that’s ever happened to you in a theater? [TW: PARENTAL ABUSE] Be triggered by a sudden scene of a father beating his daughter with a belt and having a complete and total, very obvious panic attack that ultimately led to me having to leave the theater.

Have you ever had someone copy you or steal your ideas for something? Yup. Sara used to literally trace my art and I've caught her red-handed stealing both characters and completely original locations from me. Worth mentioning she did this kind of stuff to others, too, all the while having insane paranoia that people have and would steal from her <3333 man was she fun.

Have you ever dated someone behind your parents’ back? Nope.

[h-i-raeth]

As someone who works on a restaurant Why The Fuck Would You Go To A Restaurant Right Now???

[total-lost-boys-simp]

SCREAM QUEEN Book 1: Conventional Final Girl

Okay so basically let’s just cut to the chase, the main character “(y/n)” is Sidney Prescott’s little step sister, yeah? Well what happens when she takes Sid’s place as the final girl? A whole lot.

Disclaimer: this follows the movie very closely with little change other than the reader insert portions, so like I’m not trying to be like “Oh yeah this is all me” bc it’s not (RIP Wes Craven 😔🙏🏻🕊⚰️)

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Chapter 3

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Once we got off the bus a few people said bye to  Sid and I. "Can you check the mail?" Sid asked, I can see why she wouldn't want to. "Mhm," I said as she walked ahead. It was as empty as Michael Myers' soul. I instantly zipped upstairs and to the bathroom, "Calling dibs on the shower!" Nothing followed, wow not even a small 'Whatever!'.

  Once I was out I pulled my hair up into the towel and wrapped another one around me before heading to my room. Maybe I was just a bit too paranoid after today but I thought I heard something coming from the living room. "Hello?" I asked, no answer. "God if this were a horror movie I would be so dead..." I trailed my words just like I trailed the weird noise, quickly snatching up a vase from the hallway. I crept down the stairs and to the living room when I heard a crash. I jumped out ready to hit the culprit! Only to find Sidney picking up the phone. "What the hell are you doing?!" She exclaimed, obviously shocked to see her usually collected sister wielding a vase above her head. "I thought you were the killer!" I shouted, trying to keep the laughter of this humiliating moment at bay. Both Sid and I busted out laughing before she said, "I'm going to call Tatum now, why don't you go get dressed and make some snacks?" Of course I was going to do what she said, she was doing me a favor for many things.

  In the kitchen I still felt a little uneasy, like someone was just lurking around the corner ready to stab me from behind. "I've been watching too many horror movies..." Then I stopped to think for a minute. "Well actually the last movie I watched was Psycho with Stu and Billy when they invited Sid and I." I know I'm just talking to myself as I make peanut butter sandwiches but who doesn't? "Ya' know honestly if I could've I probably would've kissed Stu, right in the scene where Norman is cleaning the hotel room but he's completely oblivious to the newspaper carrying all the money. Much like Stu is completely oblivious on how to go about things correctly..."

  My little monologue must've sucked me in a little too much considering I didn't hear Sid laughing on the couch. "Oh my god, don't do that! You scared me!" I shouted in total shock just holding up the kitchen knife, bread crust crumbs still covering the blade. "Are you all packed for tonight?" She asked me as she put her things together. "Uh good question," I said as I put down the plate of PB&J's on the coffee table. Sidney turned on the tv and started skimming through the channels as I ran up the stairs. Every channel she landed on was talking about the murders.

  Coming back down the stairs I ran to the living room where Sid placed her things, not even noticing her in the other room until I went down the hallway. "Hey Sid-" Oh, she's asleep, seems like she just fell asleep too. I quickly grabbed a blanket for her and laid it over her as she snored a little. I take this time to go to the living room and catch up on some sleep of my own. The past few nights have just been feeling weird and off so I've been staying up late.

  When a loud ringing from the other room blairs through the house I jolted up, ready for action! That was until Sid picked up the phone.

"Hello?" She groggily asked.

"Who is it?" I whispered as I peaked out from the wall.

Completely ignoring me, Sid takes hold of the small clock on the side table and says, "It's past seven."

"Ugh oh that's comforting," She said to the person on the other line. At this point I'm pretty sure it's Tatum.

I sit down on the couch swinging Sid's legs onto my lap.

"Whatever, just hurry, okay?" Sid said, stifling a laugh before hitting the end call button and placing the phone back on it's base.

I looked over to her and asked, "So what was that about?"

"Hmm? Oh i-" Before she could even get a real word out the phone rang again.

When Sid picks up the phone she immediately says, "Tatum just get in the car-"

Now that I'm closer to her I can hear the other line and that definitely doesn't sound like Tatum.

"Hello Sindey," A familiar oddly pitched raspy voice called to her. This made me roll my eyes, the boys again.

"Uh hi, who is this?" She asked, moving her legs and sitting upright.

"You tell me," He says in a nonchalant tone.

"Well I have no idea?" Sid said, her voice starting to quake a little. I'm tempted to just take the phone from her and yell at the person on the other end.

"Scary night isn't it? With the murders and all it's like right out of a horror movie," His words slither out, creepy and cold like ice.

Sidney's expression lightened as she said, "Randy you gave yourself away, are you calling from work cause Tatum's on her way over."

Walking around her I go turn on the lamp when I hear, "Do you even like scary movies, Sidney?" That's the worst question to ask Sid of all people.

"I like that thing you're doing with your voice Randy, it's sexy." Sid says, her own voice going a little deeper.

Now this made me laugh a little, "Randy and the word sexy in the same sentence, now that's weird," I said just above a whisper.

"What's your favorite scary movie?" He asked, this made me roll my eyes since he asked me the same question last night.

"Oh come on Randy, you know I don't watch that shit." She said, fidgeting around in her stance now.

I myself felt offended and shot her a look, this made her throw up her one free hand.

"Oh why not, too scared?" 'Randy' asked.

"No no, it's just- what's the point, they're all the same," She said as she threw her arm outward, "Just some stupid killer stalking some big breasted girl who can't act. Whose running up the stairs when she should be running out the front door, it's insulting."

They're not all like that, I think to myself

"Are you alone in the house?" 'Randy's' question made me stand up straight and look over at Sid.

"Randy that's so unoriginal, I'm disappointed in you," She said looking over at me as she faced the window at the back of the couch.

"Maybe that's because I'm not Randy." He said, I could feel my heart beat pick up... this is getting a little too close for comfort.

Sid gets up from the couch placing her hand on her hip and asks, "So who are you?"

"The question isn't who am I, the question is where am I?" The caller said, okay now this isn't good.

Snatching the phone out of Sid's hands I aggressively asked, "So where are you?"

"Your front porch," The caller said as if he were still talking to the same person.

Staying in the same spot but keeping an eye on Sidney who was no doubt going to the porch I asked, "Why would you be calling from our front porch?"

"That's the original part," he says.

"Oh yeah? Nice fucking try." I said as Sidney opened the door, "Calling your bluff."

"So where are you?" I asked, feeling the wind from the cold night already telling me Sid was outside.

"Right here." The caller said, startled, I spin around only to be met with empty space.

Walking to the porch myself I asked the caller, "Can you see Sidney right now?"

"Uh-huh," he says in confirmation.

"What is she doing then? Hmm? Tell me," I said. If it weren't such a serious situation I would've gotten the camera at the sight of Sidney picking her nose.

"HELLOOO" My big sister called out.

"Nice try Randy, tell Tatum to hurry up. Bye now" I chimed to the other line with a giggle escaping my throat. Sid linked arms with me.

"If you hang up on me you'll die, just like Sidney's mother!" The caller shouts, loud enough for Sidney to hear right next to me.

We both freeze in our tracks equally scared and appalled by the words that just left his mouth.

"Do you want to die, (y/n) , her mother sure didn't?" They asked me. Sid's grip on my arm tightened.

"Fuck you, you creep!" I ragefully whispered into the phone. I rushed both Sidney and I into the house before locking the door. That wasn't enough though since the supposed caller jumped out of our closet. Sid and I ducked but not before he landed a blow on her. Not on my sister you don't! I hit him on the back of the head but this caused him to turn around and shove me back, making me hit my head and everything started getting dizzy. The killer was on top of Sidney before she kicked him off. As fast as she could she grabbed me as I was trying to open the door, not realising it was latched.

  Running up the stairs with the killer on our tail Sid flung me into her room first before she did the same to herself and closed her door. The great thing about Sidney's room is that her bedroom door and closet door were right next to each other so if the closet door was open the bedroom door couldn't. The killer did his best by swinging his arm trying to attack Sidney and I. Doing the smartest thing I could right now I picked up the phone and dialed 911 while Sid failed at shutting her window. To no avail though, the phone line was dead. Sid pushed me aside and went to her computer inputting the numbers 9-1-1. Then it stopped, the killer was gone.

  A loud thud at Sidney's window sill startled us before we realized who it was. "Billy!" Sid exclaimed, relieved to see her boyfriend. I just stood there with my guard still up..

"The door was locked, I heard screaming, You alright?" He asked Sid as he looked over at me.

"The killer's here, he's in the house." She said as she hugged Billy tight, sobs just releasing from her mouth left and right.

"He's gone, he's gone." Billy cooed into her ear as she hugged him. The expression on his face gave me goosebumps.

All was fine until Billy dropped something... a small black compact cell phone. Oh shit.

In a mad frenzy I rush towards Sidney tearing her away from Billy's grasp and run out of the room with her hand in mine.

"Wait, Sid, no! Wait wait wait! (Y/n)!" We heard Billy shout as we reached the front door.

Sydney opens the front door in a hurried panic and we're met with that same white ghostly mask again! We both shriek out in pure terror! And so does... Dewey. Nevermind the day is saved...

  It felt so surreal to be sitting here on the tail of the ambulance with Sid while Billy is getting forced into the back of a cop car. They just got done checking me and Sid for any bruises or contusions. Billy wailed for Sidney much like the car sirens wailed to alert danger. Walking up to us the sheriff said, "Well, we're seeing a lot of you today." Then Dewey spoke up asking, "You girls going to be able to come down to the station and answer a few questions?"

"Oh shit, Sydney, (y/n)!" Tatum's voice made me pop my head up. Happy to see a face we can comfortably trust.

"God I'm so sorry I showed up late," Tatum continued, holding Sid's hands and cupping my face.

"Tatum you can't be here it's an official crime scene." Dewey said as he grabbed hold of his sister to escort her away.

"No!" I shouted, everyone looked in my direction before Sid said, "It's okay."

"Their parents are out of town, alright? They're staying with us tonight." Tatum said as she scoffed at her older brother.

"Does mom know?" Dewey asked, for what reason? I'm not sure.

"Yes dufus," Tatum said, pretty sure she just wanted to get us out of there at this point.

I could see the Sheriff holding the costume the killer wore as Sid and I got into the back of the car. This has officially become the most terrifying night of my life. I grabbed onto Sidney's arm for comfort as she petted my hair on the way to the station. As we were about to pull away from our house a news van came rolling in. Out hopped none other than the devil herself, Gale Weathers. We could hear her call out for Sid as we drove away.

[jiminrings]

yoongi grills stem koo’s ass <3

cold senior!y/n x stem major!koo masterlist :D

stem koo wants to explain himself and yoongi may not want to listen

"hyeji's never packed you a sandwich before?"

jungkook pales at the mention, mouth drying when he sees yoongi bring up the soft smile that doesn't comfort him at all

“the one that’s all knuckle?”

oh my god

IS THIS A RIDDLE????

yoongi tilts his head in amusement when this pathetic excuse for your past crush is calculating what he just said in his mind

what is a sandwich that’s all knuckle?? but it doesn’t even rhyme!!

aren’t riddles sUPPOSED to rhyme????

jungkook’s more than well-versed in stem-related problems that are just rephrased 237 times over and over so that it wouldn’t be as easy to solve

he can solve that!!!

but this!!! :O his mind is short-circuiting pls do not approach him

“hm?” yoongi’s smile patronizes him further and puts him on the spot, straightening his figure and jungkook’s quick to stop him from coming back inside your dorm

“i want to-“

“i asked you — have you ever had a knuckle sandwich?”

yoongi enunciates with so much clarity that kook finds his mind blanking, tripping over his words he hasn’t even formed yet

“i-is it-...” he stalls, trying to rack his mind for the bread he’s not sure he’s ever even heard of in his life, “i-is it like, a pork thing? uhm, t-the pig’s knuckle? and then you put it between, uhm, bread?”

,,,, laughable

jungkook’s supposed to be smart, isn’t he? or atleast that’s what yoongi thinks he’s supposed to be

lmao he would’ve laughed at the boy’s poor attempts if only he wasn’t furious at him

he’s dumb but not the endearing kind ://

“no,” yoongi drawls out, pretending to fish something out from his pocket

jungkook watches in intrigue, thinking that yoongi’s reaching for his phone to show him a picture of what it looks like

the hypothetical situation in jungkook’s mind is clearly not the one that happens

jungkook SHRIEKS as he stumbles on his heels backward — crystal clear to him that yoongi was not looking for his phone, but instead balling his fist and him being the receiving end

almost the receiving end

yoongi almost sucker-punches jungkook in a blink, fist literally a millimeter away from his nose and the only thing he could see at the moment is red

... red and jungkook’s wide eyes that have never carried this much fear up until now

“that’s a knuckle sandwich, kid. would’ve fed it to you if only y/n isn’t in the room right behind me.”

holy fuck

his heart is beating right against his ribcage and that shouldn’t be possible, fists closing upon themselves nervously as he tries to soothe his thumb so his mind relaxes

spoiler alert: it doesn’t work

jungkook’s mind is all over the place, even more rattled than it was when he takes a text without studying (he was so low he got a 98), but the only thing that’s clear is that you’re behind this door

“yoongi — mister yoongi, please. i-i need to explain myself, and if only you let me try, i can!! i swear. i’m not forcing you but-...”

there he is again

jungkook’s only been in his sight for like two minutes but his eyes are already sore

“why are you even here?” he scowls and even if the younger boy’s taller than him, every bit of his posture and demeanor at the bite of his words scream small, “why go all this length for someone you stomped on today, then have the gall to be a crybaby about it?”

he's speechless and it only serves him right, looking at his mudded-up converse and trying to focus on anything besides the guilt within

"m-my explanation," jungkook mutters, hands behind his back as if he's being scolded, “will you tell y/n?”

yoongi releases an agitated breath at him muttering your name

he dOESN'T get to say your name!! no!!! not after what he did to you

“i’m not concerned about you. what i decide to do or not, has nothing to do with whatever you say right now.”

kook solemnly nods, and even if yoongi's much harsher in your words compared to yours, the gravity of yours with him not being related to you cuts deeper

there's nothing else he could care about, actually

jungkook follows campus curfews to a T and would come home two hours earlier in the rare event that he goes somewhere

but now, he couldn't care less when the dorm master could just be there any second and he'd pass a hall monitor like usual

for the whole day, you were the only one that occupied his mind

"i know hyeji isn’t the one."

god, it was clear as day

he'll be the first one to admit that he can't read people very well, but he knew from the start that it's probably not hyeji who's been packing his lunchboxes

jungkook sometimes takes attendance in behalf of the professor because as much as he's shy, he's also a teacher's pet

the classes she shared with hyeji? she wasn't present everyday for the whole duration of two weeks, and how could it be that she still managed to make him a lunchbox if she wasn't present in the campus at all?

there was a probability that it could've been her, but it was so low that it sat right next to improbable

"i-i entertained the possibility briefly that she was, but then nothing was making sense the more i thought about it."

jungkook sometimes also checks papers because his professors trust him enough and he has perfect scores anyway, so he uses his own as his answer key

"i needed to interview y/n for an assignment, a-and a signature above a name was needed and it was just so familiar."

the moment he racks his head for hyeji's writing, it seemed fAR from the writing on the sticky notes on the lunchboxes

"then she seemed mad at me, but when i went to her on the field to try and confront her-" jungkook pauses and almost whispers the next part, the shame on his skin starting to seep into his bones, "she told me that we weren't related for me to feel hurt about it."

yoongi clenches his jaw, a pressure forming on the center of his eyebrows because he knows where this is leading

"a-and i thought it was hyeji again."

jungkook can't bring himself to be elated that it's been you the whole time because he might be a little too late; a little too late when he's already subjected you to the heartbreak you didn't deserve

"i-i didn’t know what clicked in my mind but i was just so hurt that-"

that's the fiNAL straw for yoongi

this has been him trying to keep his anger at bay the whole time, but this one!! this one he can't just accept

"you are a fucking asshole. honestly."

jungkook slightly winces with the sudden cussing, but it barely scratches the surface

"you think you’re the only one hurt? tell that to me who’s never seen y/n cry so hard before — or even cry at all."

his explanation wasn't an excuse and he knows it, but nonetheless, it tears him apart

"i’m sorry."

his lips quiver and he's trying sO hard not to cry in front of his senior, but yoongi doesn't feel even the slightest remorse for the kid

"i don’t care. you don’t apologize to me; you apologize to y/n. whether she forgives you or not, which for the record i don’t think she should, you cannot take back what you said."

if what jungkook said was eVER said to yoongi, given that he had the same circumstances as you did, he wouldn't know how to bounce back at all

it's a pain he doesn't wish to feel and he could only helplessly look at you who's trying to navigate it

perhaps you don't even plan to navigate it — knowing you, you're just gonna sail through it all to the point you're not giving yourself enough time to even realize that you already are

it was the same cycle of trying to move on without grieving through it properly that it hurts yoongi and seokjin and the tiny amount of people around you

"grovel at her feet. cry her an ocean. commit penitence. whatever you wanna come up with, no matter what, you do not make my y/n feel like she isn’t deserving of love."

you're family and yoongi goes above and beyond for family.

"i don’t care if you make up. i don’t care if you don’t. all i know is that in any other place besides outside the room she sleeps in, i’d hurt you like you hurt her."

jungkook almost wishes that yoongi punches him now and he won't even try to dodge it

"i deserve it."

"you do."

they whole-heartedly agree and it's the only time that yoongi can get behind jungkook's words

"i’m always gonna be on y/n’s side, kid."

there's no other way around it and as much as you know it or not, you've cemented your position in yoongi's heart unknowingly

"the only way that i’m gonna be on yours is when you’ve earned my utmost respect," he can't even see when that happens, crossing his arms across his chest, "and you don’t."

jungkook's tears are falling to the floor but they don't get on his cheeks, the sudden set of footsteps coming from his side making his head straighten and wipe his eyes immediately

he's the only one alarmed and he spares yoongi a glance, then to said person

yeah right that couldn't have been you :((

the guy who's approaching doesn't stop walking and he looks like.... he's uh,,, coming to where he's exactly standing????

he seems oddly familiar though

“oh, taehyung!"

where did he hear that name before??

taehyung stands at the same height as jungkook, maybe a centimeter or two taller, but he just couldn't stop looking at him from the corner of his eyes

yoongi's oblivious to jungkook's ongoing deduction, immediately engulfing taehyung in conversation

"y/n’s already asleep. i could do her part of the project-“

he offers because he recalls that right, you told him that taehyung's coming over to finish your shared project of a business plan late tonight

uhhhhh you're kinda zooted and going through it rOUGH so yoongi doesn't mind doing your contribution for you

“yoongi!! oh no man, it’s not what i came here for," he leans for a side hug, eyes landing on jungkook to drop a polite smile to acknowledge him

jungkook only slightly bows, confused but even more intrigued because he heard your name in the conversation

"i just uh, i just saw y/n crying while i was on my way home awhile ago, and i didn’t get to ask why, but i felt bad, so i came by to drop some cookies.”

oh

taehyung continues talking and it leaves yoongi and jungkook stunned, but he only focuses his attention on the former

“you looked like a hazelnut cookie kind of guy, so i baked some too!! is y/n allergic to peanuts? i put some too in a separate container in case she is.”

yoongi laughs and they go from there

IT'S LIKE JUNGKOOK ISN'T EVEN HERE!!!!

baby he's here he's nOT a hallucination!!!!

despite the fact that he's sticking out like and (unacknowledged) sore thumb, no one makes a move to take the conversation elsewhere

“thanks, tae. damn, you did all this yourself?”

yoongi whistles when he takes the tupperware opening it and almost watering at the sight

he doesn't mind baking cookies for you in case you wake up hungry, but taehyung really just did himself a nice favor without knowing it

he smiles softly, eyes narrowing in intrigue now that he realizes

"taehyung. no offense, but you’ve only interacted with y/n like once and it’s only for a project. why would you bake her uhhh 28 cookies?”

hehe

“35, actually :D”

tae interjects, waving him off when yoongi's jaw drops even further

“yeah, i know. i just felt so sorry for her — i’m not related to y/n but i just felt like i wanted to make her feel better.”

jungkook's jaw locks at this, his breathing becoming shaky all over again, fists balled this time

“it’s like,, economics!! i don’t actually know, maybe??? i’m in visual arts. y/n took over my part for me when i was sick-“

".... so you made her 30 cookies."

taehyung's the personification of a golden retriever and now that he thinks about it, jungkook reckons seeing him more than a handful of times

he laughs deeply at yoongi's rebutt and it may be in unfortunate timing that jungkook realizes he kNOWS him

he's in the same year!! he's the one that takes the portraits for the school paper and it's always his name in the credits

"good night, yoongs. hug y/n for me. tell her i'll take over her part, no questions asked."

taehyung walks away and he's perfectly content even if he didn't get to give you the cookies like jungkook thought he would

"night, taehyung."

yoongi looks at the retreating figure briefly, then looks at jungkook pointedly

he doesn't realize that he's still budging and listened on an entire conversation, dropping his head when yoongi points to the elevator

"bye, jungkook."

"good night, yoongi."

he feels hesitant to leave but it's probably for the better, putting his hands in his pockets still not enough to make his hands stop trembling

kook stops at the middle of his walking, turning his head to look back at yoongi whose mouth already has crumbs

"c-can i see y/n tomorrow?"

"i'm not her dad."

jungkook nods somberly, leaving it at that while his bulk of emotions consume him

he thinks all about the ways he could attempt to make it up to you, a million ideas in his head but his head doesn't hurt

his nose twitches at the lingering scent the cookies left, annoyed at the persistent smell and perhaps the boy that brought them

jungkook's never really liked cookies.

[witchie-writings]

Halo Characterization: Red Team and Master Chief (pt. 1)

This post is meant to give my readers a general idea for how I'll write for a majority of spartans! I tried my best to keep in mind they're soldiers in war and keep it realistic, while adding snippets of character traits that make them stand apart from each other (I couldn't help myself on some parts so please forgive me lol).

This'll be a long post, so buckle in! (Part one since there's a lot!)

Also there are no gifs of Alice and Douglas so I used gifs that I thought would suit their likes lol

Master Chief/John-117 Characterization:

We all know how Master Chief is: strong, silent, stoic. But that's only the bread in this sandwich, there are multiple layers and characteristics that John has that make him more like a sweet heart disguised in armor and scars.

First: awkward as hell with social interactions. This man cannot hold a good conversation to save his life, even if you say the universe is relying on him saying something other than "How was your day?" (also that short where Master Chief recieves a award and all he says is 'thanks' as his speech is canon don't @ me)

What adds in to his awkwardness... well, he's a 7ft spartan in hulking armor and can flip a car over with no issues. He has to look down a majority of the time, which strains his neck after a while mind you, and if the person is small enough he'd have to physically crouch (aka, kiddos or shorties)

Very polite and well-mannered, awkwardness aside. Yeah, he does have his moments where he accidentally slips up on wrong wording or does something he didn't know you weren't supposed to do, but he means well. He learns from his mistakes, adapts, and is sure to not repeat them.

John never intrudes on something he's not supposed to, less it concern someone valuable to him like Cortana. He respects boundaries and will never, ever cross them, even if sometimes he needs to for the greater good of the person.

On down times, he usually can be seen working out or planning with his higher ups, but sometimes you can find him in his barren, barely used room watching T.V. And yes, there have been several occasions where someone scared him to where he fell off his spinny chair.

Loves plushies. I like to imagine it started when he saved a family from the Covenant, and the daughter (who was only a kid at the time) gave John her small stuffed plushie as a thank you, and a good luck charm. He's always had it since, but no one can seem to find where he puts it.

The fucking MASTER of hiding shit.

This falls under one of the last points where he watches T.V, he's a documentary person himself, so people often see him browsing channels like Animal Planet when he's in his room.

The Master Chief isn't really a material-type person, so his room only has the basics: a single bed, a desk, and T.V (I would say an armory too but that'd be a safety hazard lmao).

Don't flirt with him. Don't do it. He'll just awkwardly stare at you because he has no idea how to respond.

Jerome-092 (Red Team Leader)

THE LOVE OF MY LIFE- erm, sorry. What I mean to say is that Jerome is a good leader, but also can be tempermental at times.

Every spartan has their high limits, but Jerome's is a bit lower. If things aren't going his way or life dropped a nuke on him, his embers start sparking before they become a fire he struggles to control properly.

Once his anger gets the best of him, people can hear him punching the walls of his room- and when they go check it out, there's clear dents in them.

Besides his anger though? Sweet-heart, not awkward, confident mfer.

He likes joking around on certain occasions, which include little dances to get his point across (gods be damned if Captain Cutter sees that though).

Jerome is definitely the type to walk up to people and start up conversations if all his tasks have been completed; he has a lot more to say and discuss than poor Chief up there.

Does not mind physical affection or comfort in the slightest. Need a hug? You bet Jerome is there to give you a nearly bone crushing hug and positive affirminations.

Having issues with someone? Well, point Jerome in the direction and he'll happily punch a guy for you! (If Chief is nearby, Jerome and him get in a scuffle; it's my personal headcanon that they're close friends and no one can take this away from me)

If Jerome and Chief are buds? Jerome is the one who gets the duo into trouble a good 200% of the time.

Not too big on working out, since he's confident that his strength is enough to fist fight his problems

Doesn't mean he's not smart not, gods no. He's fairly intelligent; he knows how to quickly strategize complex plans, figure out layouts of buildings within minutes, etc.

Likes dancing in his private quarters. Don't record him, last person who did it barely made it out alive.

Alice-130 (Red Team)

Oh boy it was hard as hell finding anything for Alice, so I'm happy to say I have a few things to say about her! Like on Halopedia, Alice is a confident and reckless Spartan who thrives on challenges and battles.

Don't take it like she disobeys orders though. She's incredibly loyal, and treasures Jerome and Douglas close to her heart as if they were true family.

Absolutely hates anyone who has to play dirty to win; if you can't win on strength and intelligence alone, then they're far from a worth opponent.

Arm wrestles with Douglas a lot to keep her arms in good shape... and also to show Douglas that she's in fact, better (as a joke, of course).

Cannot get enough of picking on Douglas like a little brother, even though they were likely the same age. One too many times has Alice got into a small argument of her being just an inch taller than Douglas is, or stealing one of his prized pistols... or jumpscaring his ass in the hallway when no one was around.

For some odd reason I can see Alice being the type to enjoy singing or music in general. After the wars had ended and she was finally able to resign, I see her looking to purchase a guitar and her own studio to produce music and sing about her traumas.

Not the type to approach people to rustle up a conversation like Jerome does, but can hold a conversation somewhat well. She does accidentally slip in terms she only uses for Jerome and Douglas though, like calling a soldier 'bud' or 'shortie' (can you guess who she calls shortie?).

She hates waiting. Absolutely despises it. She may not show it on the outside because of her armor and actions, but lord she has trouble sitting down for hours on end, and usually fiddles with her gun.

Douglas-042 (Red Team)

Ah yes, the optimist of Red Team to where it can be somewhat concerning to Alice and Jerome.

While yes, he's giant even in Spartan standards, Alice pokes fun at him saying shes taller by a single milimeter, but Douglas doesn't mind, he just pokes back ten times harder.

I can definitely see Douglas being the type to enjoy reading books of all kinds. It can be religious like the Bible, or something short and sweet like the Dr. Seuss books. No book is too old or too young for someone to read and learn from.

God, Douglas loves children. They're such a far-cry from the battlefields filled with death and decay, it brings his heart joy and gives him reason to keep pushing everytime he sees on.

Is actually good dad™ material and you cannot tell me otherwise.

Yes, yes Douglas does dumb little dances with the kids and that lemonade hand dance thing (I don't know the right term lmao)

Piggy back rides for everyone! (Except Jerome)

When he feels like it, Douglas joins in on Jerome's little dance sessions when he cracks a joke or two.

It's not easy getting on Douglas's bad side, but when you get on his bad side, he's going to have a long aggressive grudge towards you. He'll ignore everything you say, do, and if you're an enemy, god help that you don't meet him on the other side of the playing field.

While Alice is the musician, Douglas is the writer/artist. In his room he has a hidden stash of writing and drawing utensils with multiple books filled with his little sketches and poems he wrote (and surprisingly he's really good at both).

Following the last line, he can sometimes be poetic; it's rare you'll ever hear him say it, but when a great accomplishment has been earned, you'll hear him quote a specific part of a poem written by one of his favorite authors.

[peachysamu]

Summary: just Grandma Yumie being the greatest wingwoman there ever was

Pairing: Kita Shinsuke x fem!reader

Word count: 1.08k

Genre: fluff, the usual

You sigh at the screen before you, having been sat at the patio of your favorite café for almost two hours now. Starting your work at seven in the morning, you brought yourself outside a few hours later hoping that a new environment would stimulate motivation to finish your work due in the next couple of days. The fresh breeze is nice and the ambient noise of life ever so lulling, but anything is far more interesting than the assignments in front of you.

Such as the grandma before you scuttling stiffly to fix an imbalanced table tilting back and forth with just the smallest bit of pressure.

“Grandma, do you want to sit here?” You call, standing up with the intention of helping the older woman out. “My table is stable. I don’t mind moving.”

“Oh no,” She smiles through huffs until she successfully places a napkin underneath the shorter leg. She gives the table a small push, a satisfied grin upon her face when it obediently stays put. “I’ve got it.”

At that, you can’t help but smile at the woman whose age is probably older than she looks as you sit back down. Even through her rigid movements, it is obvious she is self sufficient, even if stubbornly so.

Staring back at the screen before you, your fingers hover above the keyboard having lost your sense of thought due to your distraction.

“Thank you for offering.” The older lady calls to you again. You look up to find her, a vision of mirth through closed lids. “That was very kind of you.”

A warm expression, “Of course!”

“I may be an old woman, but I still can do things on my own.” There’s fondness in your chest as she continues the conversation with you. Her words may be strung together slowly, but you’re astounded by the way she creates human connection so easily. Where people your age are consumed by their own selfish needs, protected in a bubble they’ve surrounded themselves in, this stranger easily concocts conversation like she’s known you for so many years. You think the candidness is nice for once.

Grandma takes a sip of her water before continuing. “My grandson has been awfully protective over me lately. He won’t let me do anything.”

You laugh at the way her face scrunches at the last sentence as though her grandson has been the bane of her existence. “My legs were feeling a little tense so I went for a walk the other day. Just a small one to the farmer’s market nearby.”

Now you’re absolutely entranced by the seemingly frivolous story, mindlessly picking at the egg sandwich you ordered hours ago.

“I went and looked around. I found some cabbage that looked nice. And then I stopped at a stall selling okonomiyaki. It smelled so good I had to try some.”

You’re nodding your head, fascinated by the woman’s mundane retelling. The little snippet into her lifestyle reminds you of how large the world is and small at the same time. Though you’ve never met her, and though she is years older than you, you relate to the need of hers to stop at a stall filled with the smell of savory foods.

“Then I get a phone call from my Shin-chan,” Frown lines appear when she says the name with a shake of the head, though you can tell she’s also slightly amused at the thought. “He was not yelling at me, but I could tell he was frustrated. He was asking me where I was. He told me it was ten in the morning and that I needed to get home before it got too hot! He thinks I can’t do anything on my own!”

Grandma is shaking her head furiously, but you’re amused all the same.

“I’m the same way Grandma!” You laugh with a piece of bread on your mouth. “I’m just like that with my mom myself.”

Grandma just shakes her head, indignant. “We’re independent.”

Yes, stubbornly so, you agree in your head before saying, “Of course, Grandma, but it comes from a good place. We just care about you is all.”

Grandma raises a withered hand, the most certain movement of hers you’ve seen yet. “Yes, yes, I know.”

The door of the cafe opens and a broad male figure obscures your view of the older woman as he sets a plate in front of her.

“Sorry, Grandma,” You hear him say, a soft, tender tone escaping him. “They didn’t have any fruit tarts so I hope strawberry shortcake is okay.”

“Oh yes. I was just talking to this nice lady, Shin-chan.”

Said Shin-chan turns around and then gives you an apologetic look. Suddenly, you’re feeling nervous at the sight of the subject of your conversation of the last couple minutes, surprised by the fact that he is more handsome than you imagined.

“Thank you for keeping her company,” He says. You find yourself at a lack of words, gulping and nodding at the same time.

“Ah, Shin-chan,” Grandma’s voice is playfully irritated, “Move to the side. I want to keep talking to the pretty lady.”

It’s then that heat permeates your cheeks, awkwardly letting out a nervous giggle that makes the grandson give his grandmother a quiet, scolding look.

“Grandma,” he starts, but takes the seat next to her anyways to get out of her view, “She’s probably busy. Let’s not bother her.”

“Oh no!” You interject happily, “Your grandma’s actually really interesting. I was having a good time.”

You’re being honest and it’s not because you’re looking for a distraction, or because her grandson is kind of hot. Okay, admittedly, his handsome features were some sort of factor in wanting to continue the exchange.

There’s a mischievous glint in his grandmother’s eyes. She clasps her hands together and the smile across her face tilts lopsidedly into a smirk. “Oh? Would you like to go with me to the farmer’s market then?”

Her head tilts to her grandson, “Since my Shin-chan won’t let me go alone?”

“Uh,” You laugh nervously, eyes flitting between the pair, appraising both reactions. The older woman looks satisfied while the other provides an amused look that is very similar to his relative’s.

“If you go,” He starts, “I guess I will come along too.”

Your heart beats quickly, but your hand is already finding itself closing your laptop. Yes, anything is far more interesting than your assignment. Especially if it’s the handsome, golden eyed boy and his good naturedly stubborn grandma before you.