#but yeah. as long as you have good bread and good cheese it tastes really good

[spiderziege]

ok I'm curious about the bread and cheese for breakfast thing

do you mean like toasted bread and melty cheese like a grilled cheese/cheese on toast or just regular temperature bread and cheese

(sorry if this is weird but I've never had cheese for breakfast+ u said u wanted random asks :D)

yeah i think that might be more of a german & eastern european thing lol. its just regular temperature bread with butter and regular temperature sliced cheese. maybe a slice of cherry tomato + salt and pepper too

#i guess technically you can call that a sandwhich but thatd feel wrong. a sandwhich is something different imo #but yeah. as long as you have good bread and good cheese it tastes really good #asks

[rfswitchart]

Hunter's Comfort Food

I think, at this point, you all know my personal favorite Owl House headcanon. I shouldn't have to say what it is, you already know what I'm about to discuss. However, I am going to describe why Hunter loves what he does and maybe you'll adopt it as your headcanon too...

It all started when Hunter ran away from the Emperor's Coven Post-Hollow Mind. He'd been living in the paranormatorim in Hexside since, building a nest and living on snacks. Gus, having seen the former Golden Guard living so dreadfully, offers him his lunch, which, among other things, included a sandwich.

Hunter then helps Gus escape Adrian and the scouts, citing his reason for doing so being because Gus offered him food. When the illusionist questions him on it, Hunter says "It was a really good sandwich." As many have pointed out, Hunter's diet in the castle was probably miserable. On top of it, he was clearly malnourished, as several characters (Luz, Eda, Amity, Edric, Emira, Matt) have said. So it is assumed he didn't have a great time food wise, which is why he looked so happy eating that loaf of bread in King's Tide...

Yeah, look at him go. Happily chewing on some bread and being pleased as punch over it. And this is where my HC came to be, Hunter and Gus bonding over a simple offering of food. A kindness Hunter had probably never known until then, combined with something that probably saved his life or at the very least made him feel much better. I feel like that sole interaction weighed on Hunter's heart, and it made him fall in love with sandwiches. After all, without Gus' sandwich, he would have never been able to sit down and actually talk about how he was feeling about Belos. He wouldn't have bonded with Gus and helped the younger witch when he needed it most. Hunter developed an intensely strong bond with Gus, a friendship and brotherhood forged in love, trust, and sandwiches.

That said, I assume when they were trapped in the human realm, Hunter started looking into various types of sandwiches (with the help of Camila and Luz, of course.) Figuring out what the best meats and cheeses were. What kinds of vegetables go well with them (information he totally shared with Willow, obviously.) The best kinds of bread and condiments to compliment the other ingredients. I assume he learned about what foods he liked and disliked (boy loves himself some olives, btw.) Of course, this eventually lead to the ultimate creation. His pride and joy: The True Hero Sub. The culmination of his knowledge and understanding of foods that allowed him to create divinity between two slices of bread (well, shoved into a loaf of french bread, but hey, who's counting?)

Of course, this is a BIG sandwich. I know, that's the one I made myself. It is about 2' long (60.69cm for you non-Americans.) It is not something you can eat by yourself, and Hunter would never want to eat it alone. Because of this sandwich, Hunter came up with his philosophy on food; "Food tastes best when shared with others." So I assume the first time he made one, he shared it with the others. Definitely Gus, his sandwich brethren, and possibly Willow, someone Hunter would be thrilled to share his accomplishments with.

And this probably continued as he became an adult. I bet anything that Hunter has a series of sandwiches he brings with him to work. He maybe even wrote down his own cookbook of sorts for them. You KNOW anytime he had a new idea, Gus was the first person he told about it. He probably even made a book to make sandwiches to represent Cosmic Frontier characters (you know Gus AND Camila happily assisted him.) And that's my headcanon. A boy, his best friend, and a type of food that brought them closer and possibly even saved a life in more than one sense. In this house, we respect the Sandwich Bros. (Tagging @childlikegoblinqueen, @unniebeans, and @probablyhuntersmom, who I assume have also had this headcanon infect their brain for some time. *evil laugh*)

#the owl house #toh hunter #hunter noceda #toh headcanon #hunter deamonne #toh gus #gus porter #sandwich bros #hunter loves sandwiches

[takecareluv]

Reader is a picky eater and Vin is helping her try new foods?

a.n. i basically lived off mac and cheese for the first half of my life so i felt this one for real. enjoy! <3 this is the last draft i have lined up from before i was gone the last couple days. i got to get to writing now…

taste test || vinnie hacker x reader

ever since you were young, you were a picky eater.

it was a blessing and a curse. while it left you having to make little decisions when picking a meal, which you are also bad it doing, you always had to worry if there would be something you liked when going out to eat.

chicken tenders and fries were your best friend. and if it wasn’t that, it was mac and cheese.

you didn’t mind it too much, i mean both the foods were incredible, but as you got older and started going out to fancier restaurants, it became more difficult.

your friends always made fun of you as you struggled searching through menus to find something you would like.

vinnie, on the other hand, was always sweet with you. he would lean over and whisper into your ear “don’t listen to em’, baby. you want me to ask if they have chicken tenders?”

you shyly nodded in response, embarrassed that you not only were you being picky, but you had to have your boyfriend ask the waiter if they had a meal meant for kids.

“don’t worry, bub, you’re not being picky. you just like what you like.” vinnie reassured you, as if he could read your mind.

—

you really started to hate how much of a picky eater you were once vinnie booked the trip to europe.

as excited as you were to visit the spectacular cities, you instantly worried about what you would eat, knowing their cuisine was much different than what you were used to.

you couldn’t live off croissants and bread your entire trip. well you could, but that was besides the point. you didn’t want to.

in the month leading up to your trip, you and vinnie would order from all sorts of restaurants in attempt to expand your palette.

vinnie wanted to make sure you were always comfortable, so instead of taking you out to all these places, he thought it would be better to let you try them in the comfort of your own home. that way if anything went south, you had a trash can or a bathroom, right there.

vinnie would help guide you through the menu, explaining what certain dishes were and what he thought you might like. he would typically order you something more basic, but still out of your comfort zone. “baby steps,” he explained it as.

he would always let you try whatever he got as well, that way you could taste test a variety of things and figure out what you liked best.

he would immediately switch meals with you if you ended up liking his more, not caring what he ate as long as you were happy.

you would get so giggly when you liked something you never thought you would. for example when you tried vinnie’s spicy tuna roll and and loved it, you got so excited. “it’s good! i actually really like it, vin!”

a smile would spread across vinnie’s face from how adorable he thought you were. “that’s great, baby. here you can have the rest of it.”

“are you sure? i don’t want to take if from you.”

“yeah go ahead baby. i’m just happy you like it. plus i’ve been wanting to steal some of yours this whole time.”

“you could’ve just taken some! you know you don’t have to ask with me.” you giggled while munching on your newly liked sushi roll.

—

you kept trying more and more foods, some of which you thought were disgusting and swore you would never eat again. while others you surprisingly enjoyed.

you even began ordering some of the new foods when you went to restaurants. your friends were shocked, which you only smirked at because they now couldn’t make fun of you any longer.

vinnie noticed and laughed, shaking his head. you would never say anything, but their comments got to you and he knew you were excited to rub in their faces. even if it was subtly.

by the time you were traveling to europe, you had expanded your palette quite a bit and were looking forward to trying out even more new foods.

all thanks to your loving vinnie.

#vinnie hacker fluff #vinnie hacker x you #vinnie hacker x y/n #vinnie hacker blurb #vinnie hacker fanfic #vinnie hacker imagine #vinnie hacker x reader #vinnie hacker

[punsmaster69]

25/OCT/20XX

we're having a picnic since it's nice outside today. not too cold, not too warm.

me and flowey are on snack duty.

"Why are you getting bread?"

"That's a terrible snack idea."

"yeah. but, me and paps are out. i had to use a tortilla."

"For what?"

"pb & j."

"EW?! Why would you think that's a good idea??"

"times are desperate when the bread runs out."

"Eugh."

"It wasn't any good, was it?"

"not at all."

"pretty terrible, actually."

"Of course it sucked!"

"...You're a kind of a dumbass, you know that?"

"yep."

i'm

'the smartest dumbass you'll ever meet'

according to undyne.

it's a title i'm proud to hold.

——

"mmm. gotta get these."

"Those taste like chemicals."

"yeah."

"Why do you like them if you agree?"

"junk food is pretty much entirely just terrible chemicals. of course i like it."

"Gross."

"Frisk always complains that these salt and vinegar chips hurt their mouth. But, then they keep eating them like an idiot."

"can't blame 'em. stuff's addicting."

"a bag of salt and vinegar into the cart it is."

"Any idea what Papyrus would want?"

"paps likes these."

i tossed a bag of cheese puffs into the cart.

"Doesn't he hate unhealthy food?"

"they're a guilty pleasure of his."

"what do you want?"

"Popcorn?"

"ok."

into the cart went a bag of popcorn.

snacks are pretty easy to pick out, so it wasn't long before we returned.

with the actual food already made ahead of time (thank you tori) we packed up everything and headed to the park.

——

there's no better way to describe our group's conversations than just shooting the shit.

talking so much about so little...

that's really the best kind.

food, friends, and dumb conversations. what could be better?

...sleeping, maybe.

#journal #undertale #sans #flowey #sans and flowey

[rinbowaman]

domestic fluffy drabble with ethan(like that side of ethan we saw after him and y/n reunited after the tiff incident) and y/n after getting married

awwww this one is sooooo cute. without thinking, straight the image of this pops up in my head.....

The wedding ceremony went beautifully. you and heeseung danced and dined with the family and took lots of photos. After everything was done, you both went to the lavish hotel suite where preparations of a massive bed, adorned with silk sheets, rose petals, a platter of exotic fruits, breads, cheeses, and jams all spread out on the table with sparking apple cider.

You were still in your gown with your hair in a beautiful relaxed half up and half down style, adorned with your favorite flowers decorating it with simple and tasteful jewelry. Your gown was formfitting, delicate and trimmed with lace, it was very pretty...but also very sexy. the long train draped from below your derriere, making you look even more ethereal and alluring as it contours the shape of your body....that shapely body he loves.....too much.

you start to take off your earrings, when heeseung sits on the bed and looks down at the floor, looking pensive.

You ask him if everything was alright and he smirks and says "yeah.....everything is great."

standing up, he walks over to you. He looks so handsome in his black tux and his hair combed over in a relaxed manner, off to the side, exposing his forehead. He looked so dashing and suave.

as soon as he stands in front of you, he leans his head back as he stretches it....from left....to right....to front...to back.....and then centered again. his eyes slowly open, and there he was......

Ethan......

With his mouth closed, his eyes relaxed under partially closed lids, he looks at you up and down as he sighs through his nose. the way he looked at you as he stood with his hands in his pockets...

(didnt have time to change his hair to black but you get the picture...pardon the pun lol)

yes...the way he looked at you....it was very rare...in fact, the only time he looked at you in that manner, was when after he got to reunite with him after the incident with Scott and Tiff.....he lacked all forms of a sadistic and sinister aura as he looked completely in love...not a single lustful glint in his eye.

"........you look really pretty....."

"thank you..."

"mmhmm....you look really beautiful..."

"oh...than you."

"you look gorgeous..."

you start to chuckle. "Thank you Ethan..."

lifting his gaze back to your eyes, he takes a step closer to you...

"you look like a goddess..."

"thanks."

Takes another step.....

"you look......unreal...."

"....thank you baby."

He reaches for you and gently pulls you into chest, firmly gripping you at the waist yet he was still gentle and admitted delicate strokes with his thumbs on your sides.

"............can i have you?" he asks....

You were surprised, normally Ethan would never bother asking for anything...he would just take it....especially when it came to you.

"....w-what?"

"CAN....i have you?" he asks, gently reaching up and stroking your neck.

".....yes...?.....this is....out of character for you...."

"......tonight is out of character babydoll.....tonight, you're a bride.....my bride.....my wife....tonight should be done differently...." he smirks as he reaches his thumb and gently strokes the corner of your mouth.

".....you gonna let me keep you forever?"

"Yes...."

"You gonna keep me forever?"

"yes..."

"You gonna let me protect you?"

"yes...."

"You gonna do as i say?....be a good girl and always listen to me?..."

"........yes......"

He leans in and kisses you.

"kay.....come here." he whispers as his lips brush against yours faintly.

Ethan started the night, and Heeseung ended it....it couldn't have been more perfect.....

#heeseung x reader #heeseung scenarios #heeseung smut #enha x reader #heeseung hard thoughts #heeseung hard hours #heeseung fanfic #enhypen smut #enhypen hard hours #enha heeseung

[monaskydancer]

Into the West - Chapter 5

Fandom: Red Dead Redemption 2 Pairing: Arthur x fOC Genre: romance, adventure, drama

@photo1030 @cassietrn

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Nancy spent most of the night tossing and turning, the thoughts weighing heavily on her mind the longer she dared to think about the recent events. With a bounty on her head, even though explicitly stating she had to be taken in to the sheriff alive, was it really a good idea to return home? Even if just for a few hours to gather some belongings?

She sighed and grabbed the pocket watch from the nightstand, checking the time. She groaned as she saw it was just barely 4 in the morning. She placed the watch down again and sat up, her naked feet touching the cool ground. She grabbed a woolen blanket, draping it around her shoulders, and stepped outside. The camp was quiet. By the outskirts near the forest, she saw the glimmer of a torch, one of the guys on watch. She sat at the domino table, absentmindedly playing with the pieces. She remained there for a while, silently and alone, until she finally came to a decision.

She headed back to her tent and began dressing in her pants, blouse, and boots. Then, she packed a satchel with some provisions—mainly crackers, nuts, dried meat, water, and some medicine, just in case. She then slung the gun belt around her hips, checking the shotgun. Since she hadn't used it anyway, it was still in good condition. She pushed it back into the holster, then left her tent. It was already 6 in the morning by then. The sun was on its way up behind the mountain range in the distance, its light not reaching quite as far yet. Nancy walked over to Arthur's tent, unsure if she should wake him. She silently prayed he was already awake.

"Nancy?" he said as he just left his tent, her body colliding gently with his. He placed his hands on her shoulders, steadying her. "You're awake already?"

"I couldn't sleep well anyway. I've made my decision," she replied.

Arthur looked her up and down slowly, then nodded. "Can I grab breakfast first?"

She chuckled. "Yeah sure, I'll ready my horse."

He walked past her to the cooking station, gathered some bread, put cheese and tomatoes onto it, and then brewed some coffee. Glancing over towards the horses, he watched her readying Dancer for the long ride. He shook his head ever so lightly and turned back to the sandwich he had made for himself. Despite not having known her for long, he had a feeling she hadn't eaten anything yet. He prepared three more sandwiches so both could have two each. Pouring coffee into two cups, he grabbed the plate of sandwiches and carried everything over to the domino table.

"Nancy?" He called.

She looked over questioningly, noticing the two cups and four sandwiches. A light smile curled her lips as she patted Dancer's neck, then walked over to Arthur.

"You didn't have to…"

"I know, but I did anyway. It's gonna be a long ride. Sit and have breakfast with me." He took a seat, grabbed one of the sandwiches, and took a bite. Humming in satisfaction, he pushed the plate towards her as she sat down across from him.

"Looking good," she said, inspecting the sandwich, then took a bite. "Mmmmh…and tastes good!" Her eyes sparkled as she munched, smiling at him. She took the coffee mug and sniffed at it. "You know, I'm not much of a coffee drinker, but this smells kinda good."

"Didn't know that," he said. "Though maybe you'll like my coffee?"

She laughed lightly. "Are you suggesting that your coffee tastes different from someone else's?"

"Just sayin', give it a try." He finished his sandwich and leaned back, amused as she took a small sip of the dark liquid. She wrinkled her nose a little. His grin turned more cheeky. "So?"

"I think I will stick to tea. And water." She pushed the mug towards him, and he took it, drinking it, then finished his own. Leaning onto her elbows on the table, she added, "Thank you for riding with me today, Arthur."

"Don't mention it." He got up. "I'm gonna send John to check out Valentine for the Wanted posters of you. You're one of us now; we look out for each other."

She blinked and got up as well. "I am?"

He looked at her, tilting his head a little. "Mh?"

"One of you. I am one of you now? Just like that?" She followed him as he walked to the horses. He stopped next to Bounty and looked at her.

"Sure, you are. Unless you don't wanna," he said as he mounted his horse.

"I think I do. I have no one else. I just never imagined I'd be part of a band of outlaws someday. Yet, here I am." She mounted her horse. "Granted, the circumstances could be better, but that's life, huh?"

"That's life indeed," he muttered and pressed his heels into Bounty's side. The horse moved forward, trotting away from camp. Nancy brought Skydancers up to the same speed, riding alongside Arthur.

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Dutch stepped outside, just catching a glimpse of the two leaving camp together. He looked after them thoughtfully. Hosea walked over to him.

"What's on your mind?"

"Nothing, just wondering where they're going," he said and looked at Hosea.

"I know where they are going. They're off to her farm. Arthur told me last night that she would like to get some of her belongings." He hesitated before he continued. "He also told me that Nancy is a wanted woman now. She found posters of her hanging at the post office in Valentine. Probably more in town. He sent John over to check and remove them."

"Why is she a wanted woman?" Dutch looked at him, surprised. "She did nothing wrong."

"You know it. I know it. We all know it. Still, whoever killed Russel Cohen is framing her for the murder. They, whoever they are, make it look like a family tragedy — that she killed her father and is now on the run. It's even in the newspapers."

"And he's taking her to the farm?" He groaned. "That's suicide."

Hosea sighed. "Arthur is a fine gunman, and from what I could see, she has a weapon too."

"And does she know how to use one?" Dutch said, walking over to the cooking tent. "I know Arthur can handle things just fine. Yet, what if Cornwall has his henchmen stationed at the farm, waiting for her to come back?"

"Wait, Cornwall?" Hosea followed him. "How do we know it's him?"

Dutch told him about Arthur's suspicions regarding the letter and the initials. He brewed coffee for them both, and while the coffee was brewing, he turned towards Hosea. "We don't know for sure, but it would fit."

"What would Cornwall gain from killing Cohen?" Hosea rubbed his chin. "They're both successful, each in their own field."

"Cornwall is a snake," he spat. "He'd do everything to gain more power, more wealth, to become richer than he already is. Damn capitalist son of a bitch."

"Whoa, easy there, Dutch. We all hate Cornwall, but don't let one meager suspicion get to you. We cannot just walk up to him and accuse him. He'll have those damn Pinkertons on our heels the second we come near him. This has to be handled with a cool head."

"Let's just hope no one ambushes them at the farm," Dutch muttered and poured the coffee.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Hours and hours had passed since they had left the camp. The sun stood high in the sky by now, burning down on them as they rode across the plains. Nancy wiped some sweat from her forehead.

"Maybe we should pause for a while. Somewhere less... hot?"

Arthur looked around, then pointed towards a group of trees. "That looks good. Let's have lunch and nap for a bit. We're not in such a hurry anyway."

Soon enough, they had secured their horses and settled in the shade, eating their sandwiches. Once he finished his meal, Arthur pointed at the shotgun on Nancy's hip.

"Ever fired one of these?"

"Huh?" She looked at the gun. "Oh, no, actually, I didn't. Tilly gave me this for protection. I didn't want to admit that I have no clue how to use it. I thought taking it with me would put her mind at ease so she won't worry too much. But, it can't be that difficult, can it?"

He brushed his hands against his pants and wriggled his fingers. "Give it to me."

Nancy pulled the gun from the holster and handed it over. She watched him inspect it silently for a moment, then leaned closer.

"Arthur? What are you doing?" she asked curiously.

He looked at her. "Just checking if it's well taken care of. Looks clean and in good shape. But now you're one of us. You need to know how to use that gun—or any gun, for that matter. But for now, you should get some training with the one you have." He offered it back to her, and she took it carefully.

"So, what are you saying?"

"We'll take a nap for now, then I'll teach you the basics. Then we'll ride on til nightfall. Deal?"

She smiled lightly. "Deal."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The gunshot rang loudly, the bullet whizzing right past the bottle sitting atop a tree stump. Nancy groaned and lowered the gun.

"I'll never get the hang of it," she grumbled, frustrated.

"Nah, you will. Don't expect to be a gunslinger after just a few tries." Arthur stepped closer behind her, lifting her arm. "You need to make some adjustments first," he said and pushed her feet apart a bit with his boot, then moved her body sideways a little. Then, he placed her free hand on the gun, helping her to level it and aim at the bottle. "Now, try again."

He stepped back. Nancy inhaled and exhaled deeply, then shot again. The bullet crashed against the bottle, the glass shattering into many pieces.

"YES!" She raised her arms and turned towards him with a big smile. "I did it! Did you see that?"

"Sure did," he said, amused. "Well done." He fetched another bottle from his bag and placed it onto the stump. "One more. I wanna see if you understood the posture I showed you."

She nodded and waited for him to step away from the stump, then took the same posture as before, aimed, and shot. Once again, the bottle was smashed. Nancy turned on her heels, blowing the smoke from the barrel. She grinned at him and tried to twirl the gun, but she lost her grip and fumbled for it. Arthur quickly stepped closer and caught it before it hit the ground. She blushed and blew some hair out of her face.

"Sorry, I was too eager to show off," she said and took the gun again, pushing it into the holster.

"Happens to the best of us." He patted her shoulder. "Now it's time we get going. We're not far from the oil fields, we could even make it to the farm by nightfall."

"Sounds good," she muttered and walked over to her horse, gently stroking its black fur. Arthur watched her for a moment, then began packing their belongings and readied his horse.

"You don't sound too happy," he said, mounting. She looked up at him and shrugged, then mounted as well.

"It's just weird returning home after what happened, not knowing what awaits us."

"I know how you must feel. But you're not alone." He said and brought Bounty into a trot alongside her.

It was past 9 in the evening when they reached the outer fence of the Grapevine farm. They stopped on a small hill. The farmhouse lay dark and silent in the distance. Nancy felt a shiver run across her skin.

"Doesn't look like anyone's there, does it?" she said in a hushed tone.

Arthur pulled out a looking glass and looked over across the fields, trying to make out any suspicious movements. But everything was quiet. He lowered the glass and stored it again.

"I think it's safe to go. Still, stay close to me."

She nodded and they rode through the gate and closer towards the house. She spotted the burned down stables. She felt her heart drop. What had happened to the horses? Did they die too? Or could they escape? She really hoped the latter. The chickens were gone too, and so were the goats. The authorities probably set them free or took them for auction. Everything that was left of her former life was a house that lay dead silent in front of her.

"Nancy?"

She shook out of her thoughts as she heard Arthur's voice. She looked at him. "Hm?"

"I asked if you're ready to go inside?" "Oh." She mumbled, shaking off the chill feeling. "Yes, I think I am." She dismounted her horse and let go of the reins. Arthur followed her up the steps onto the porch, the floorboards creaking under his heavy boots.

"Okay, here goes nothing," she whispered and wrapped her fingers around the doorknob, pushing the door open. To their surprise, it was unlocked. Arthur stopped her, placing his hand on hers.

"I'll go first. Stay behind me." He drew his gun and stepped past her into the entrance hall. Nancy followed, staying right behind him. The house smelled of dust, and the faint odor of death still hung in the air.

"Where's your room?" He asked as he had made sure the lower level of the house was safe. She sniffled a little and pointed towards the staircase.

"Upper floor, first door to the left."

He nodded and signaled her to follow him once again. She cast a quick glance into the dining room as they passed by. Of course, the body of her father wasn't there anymore. Yet, the dark stain of blood was still on the wall. She forced herself to look away and followed Arthur upstairs. He went ahead, checking all the rooms before he returned to her and pointed at her bedroom door.

"You ready?"

"Yeah." She opened the door. She gasped as she saw the state of her room. It was completely trashed. Books and papers scattered on the floor, her bedlinen ripped, drawers yanked out of the dresser.

"How is it possible someone left my room in such a state and then manages to make it look like a family murder?" She growled. "The sheriff cannot really believe someone who murdered their father would trash their room like this. For what reason? I don't get it." She picked up a splintered picture frame from the ground. It showed a picture of a woman smiling into the camera. A little girl sitting on her lap.

"That's my mother. And that was me." She said as Arthur stepped up behind her. He took the picture from her. He remained silent. She looked over her shoulder at him, furrowing her brow a little. "You alright?"

"Yes, sorry. Just some faint memories resurfacing. Now," he put the frame on the nightstand, "I'd say grab everything you need and we'll leave."

She nodded and grabbed a few of her favorite clothes from the dresser, some boots, undergarments. Some toiletries, and finally she opened a small box. "No!" She muttered. "No, please…"

"What is it?"

"They took my locket! I had a golden necklace with a locket. It was an heirloom! It belonged to my grandma." She let out a frustrated cry and tossed the empty box against the wall. "I swear to god, Arthur, if we ever find these bastards I will personally slit their throats and toss them into the nearest pig den!"

He blinked. "Easy there, Nancy. I know you're hurting but you need to stay calm. Okay?"

"Easy for you to say," she grumbled and grabbed her bag. "Let's just go. I can't stay and look at this mess any longer." She walked past him out of the room and down the stairs. Arthur lingered in her room for a moment, taking in the mess one last time, and followed her as he suddenly heard a noise outside.

"Nancy, wait!" He quickly reached for her shoulder and pulled her back up the stairs.

"Wha--" She said confused, but was cut off as he covered her mouth with his hand.

"There's someone outside," he whispered.

"What now?" She whispered. "Fight?"

"We don't know how many there are." He gently pulled her with him back to her room, closing and locking the door.

"Brilliant, what now?" She asked.

He pulled his guns out and walked over to the window overlooking parts of the front yard. "I see four... no wait, five guys. Bounty hunters, for sure."

She pulled out her weapon. "They know we're in the house; they saw our horses. Makes no sense hiding up here."

He looked at her. "You sure you're ready for a shoot-out?"

"Arthur, you taught me how to use it. There are just five, you said."

"As far as I could see." He went back to the door. "If we're gonna do this, you'll listen to me. You do as I say, okay?"

"Yes, I will."

"Just don't die out there, Nancy." He opened the door. She walked towards him.

"As long as you don't die either," she said and readied her weapon.

He nodded, then walked out of the room, Nancy on his heels as they headed down into the fight.

#arthur morgan #red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption #rdr #arthur morgan fanfiction #arthur morgan fanart #rdr2 #rdr2 fanart #rdr2 fandom #rdr community

[slothgiirl]

baby steps: noah marshall x mc

937 words. plotless. tw: mc is getting used to eating solid food again after being saved.

“So this is the famous french dip with au jus that I’ve heard so much about,” you grin, teasing Noah. 

“You remember that,” he blushes. 

You sniff, unsure about this. You’d been on a liquid diet for ages since coming back. It had been Tom and Connor’s plan since you threw up from fries. Keeping down food had been hard at first. Remembering to eat. Being alive was hard. It was shitty how hard the adjustment was after being a disembodied shadow for so long. 

“You can just have the au jus if you don’t think you're ready,” Noah offers, leaning on the counter next to you. He’d cut the sandwich in half.

You take a deep breath, “I never want to have bone broth again,” you scowl, sick of it. Sick the lack of texture. “‘Sides,” you reach out for Noah’s hand, “how else am I gonna taste test the Baby Jane menu?”

“I still have to sign the lease,” Noah reminds you. 

“Oh please,” you wave off, “they’d be crazy not to give you the place. Lot’s been empty since we were kids. I’m actually surprised it’s still standing, and right on the highway too.” Westchester was a small town. People only drove by on their way to New York City. 

You pick at the sandwich first, tearing a piece of bread. “I still can’t believe you know how to bake.”

“It’s really easy,” Noah points out. “Salt. Flour. Yeast. Bread flour is the game changer. Not that all purpose stuff.”

You stick your tongue out at him. 

“Don’t knock it till you try it.” The asshole winks at you. 

You kick him lightly. 

Then you have to pause to wiggle your toes. You had toes again. 

You pinch your arm. 

Yup. Still here. Alive. 

You pop the piece of bread into your mouth. 

“Mm.” Oh fuck it was good. Light and fluffy. You’d forgotten what chewing was like. Better than the store bought white bread that stuck to the roof of your mouth. Still, you tease Noah, “not bad.”

Noah puts a hand over his chest, “that’s it.”

You laugh at him, “okay. It’s really good. I’m surprised you don’t have your own starter.”

“I do actually,” Noah tells you, “gotta save that for the grilled cheese later. It’s mind blowing.”

You giggle. It was adorable how into cooking Noah could get. You didn’t know the difference between tri-tip and sirloin but you could listen to Noah go one about it for hours. You liked watching him move around the kitchen, shredding cheese and sauteing vegetables. 

You had a newfound appreciation for the mundane. Anytime spent with Noah was special to you. 

Next, you pull out a piece of the thinly sliced beef, popping it into your mouth before you chicken out. 

It was. . .you chew, unable to place the flavor. . .you remember the cold seeping into your body, the wind going right past you, the smell of iron and rot and dirt in your jaw. . .

You grip the counter, swallowing the bite. You hope it stays down. You can practically feel it crawling down your throat, landing in your stomach with a heavy thud. 

It felt wrong.

Eating, being solid-

It was so hard to get used to. 

Stay down, you tell yourself. It was a tiny bite.

You were sick of pedialyte and strained chicken broth. You could do this. You’d managed to keep your sanity through it all, you could do anything. 

“You okay,” Noah squeezes your hand. 

You nod, “yeah. It’s nothing just…give me a moment.” It was hard to be human again. 

“Maybe you should stick to bread? If it’s easier.” 

He was so sweet. Noah who never left your side when you needed him most, who gave you all the space you needed to recover, who made you laugh when you felt like shattering. Noah Marshall who made it all worth it. 

“No.” You insist, “Let me try another piece,” you decide when the slice of beef doesn’t give you nausea. When you manage to keep the bite down, you decide to have another. 

This time you focus on the cheap particle board bar top in Noah’s tiny home. The entire neighborhood was rundown, but quiet. There were never any issues except the neighbors sunday get together that would go on until 2 in the morning.

Secretly you liked hearing the noise. It gave you something to focus on when you woke up from another nightmare back in that place. 

You rip another piece with your fingers. 

This time it’s juicy, the beef tearing to pieces easily. You lack the words, barely remembering food enough but it’s good. It’s a lot like deja vu, the flavor of beef was familiar but you couldn't remember how. 

“I like it,” you tell Noah. 

“Does it live up to expectations?” He flicks your nose.

You flip him off. “Company could be better.” You tear another piece of bread off. Small bites. You could do small bites. “I like getting to chew.” It sounds insane. “Fuck, that’s sad.” You slump in the bar stool.

“No,” Noah reassured you, “it’s cute.”

“Liar.”

“I’m not lying.”

“Okay,” you scrunch your nose up, “so we’re both pathetic.”

“Maybe,” Noah grins. 

You laugh, covering your mouth with your hand. 

Maybe you two were sad losers barely working on getting GEDs after flunking high school for supernatural reasons, but you wouldn’t want to be with anyone else. Things as simple as doing the dishes was tons of fun when you got to flick soap bubbles at Noah. 

“So when do I get to try the grilled cheese?”

#it lives in the woods #noah marshall #noah marshall x mc #mine #baby steps

[koreposion]

Something sweet for Geno to think about before it all goes downhill from here.

Horror and Geno have been preparing the meal all day. They both got up early to clean up the castle's kitchen and set up the cook wear. Pre-heat the oven, premake batter and ferment yeast for bread. They both switched between cooking and cleaning with ease.

Working on a big meal for the evening also meant that others came into the kicthen throughout the day. First for breakfast in which Geno had made burritos and handed them out. Second for lunch, Horror had made tea and sandwiches that were labeled for each member. Finally then there would be the time before they took everything out to the dinning room. When they would need help carrying everything.

Both dressed in short and loose clothing to make movement easier, paired with aprons and oven mitts, Geno and Horror worked vigorously. They had taken breaks over their course of cooking, but it was soothing to always be doing something.

They flowed together easily, Horror correcting spices and Geno checking temperatures. Making sure the texture was right and some tastes weren't too strong. Cutting up fruit and frosting desserts, plating everything and keeping it warm.

"This is the most normal I've felt in forever." Geno said as he placed a cake into the freezer and started cutting into cooked meat.

"Keeping busy does that I've noticed...have you not been keeping busy?" Horror questioned as he test tasted the stew in the crockpot and added a touch more spice.

Geno quickly chopped through the rare meat as he spoke, not nicking himself with the knife once, "The whole getting used to you guys and then the eldritch God magic has been driving me crazy." He spoke honestly, not caring who might be listening.

"I've noticed, I don't like it when the others look at you like you're weird." Horror comments as he moves over to some mashed potatoes, adding just a bit of salt, "Your reactions are normal, no one would react well if they were told their magic was being changed against their will. I sure didn't."

Geno pauses as Horror speaks to him with sympathy, he wasn't sure what he was expecting, "Really? But you seem so..."

"Alright. Yes, but unfortunately you get used to madness and it's made to be the most normal thing apart of you." Horror comes close to Geno, taking the knife from his hand and washing it, "It's okay that you're upset about it, no one likes the idea of losing their mind. Seeing as you barely know who you are right now."

He then opens the oven and makes a small cut into the chicken, "I combated that feeling by just being away from everything once in a while." Once he confirmed it was cooked he took it out and set it onto the table.

"Yeah, but I don't....I don't want to talk Blue that I want to get away from all of the crazy that's happening. It might upset him" Geno says as he checks another oven with Mac n' cheese in it, "I sorta like him a lot."

"Well then you don't have to word it like that. You don't even really have to tell him- make sure to check the other batch." Horror offered his solution to the matter, "Just hang out with me one day and we don't have to talk about work or our bosses. We can just look at cool things and eat good food."

Geno listened, checking the other batch of macaroni and taking it out. It was made for Dust seeing as he didn't like crunchy things. He placed that beside the chicken and closed the other oven with the unfinished macaroni.

"That sounds like fun...I wouldn't mind it..." Geno smiled to himself as he thought about going out, he hasn't been much places. Mostly because he always had a hard time choosing where to go next, "As long as you pick, I'm bad at choices."

"That's fine with me, I'll text you a date later. Now let's finish this up so we can take a break before dinner." Horror said as he nuzzled his skull against Geno's as he carried two trays of cookies.

"Got it!" Geno gave Horror a big smile as he got to work on frosting the cake he had put away before.

Dinner was very pleasant that evening.

#thoughts #headcannons

[atlas-liv-crain]

05 - May - 2023

I’m not really doing a whole lot today, but I don’t ever really do a whole lot anyway. I just feel like archiving my dull life because I can. There is also the nice likeliness that not many people would even find this blog… so that’s nice.

Just a day of ripping up paper, watching movies, and doing some cleaning… nothing exciting and that’s okay.

Anyway, when your friend mails you a badly printed book for the intention of ripping it up and using it (eventually) to make new paper and learn how to bind little books — you sit around and rip it up into tiny little pieces.

There’s something satisfying to me about doing this. It’s calming, I guess. When I was stressed out with university (before I dropped out), I would rip up my scrap papers into tiny pieces while crying and snotting everywhere.

I was ripping these up while watching Mean Girls and then some Angelika Oles videos.

But needless to say, I’m gonna be here a while…

1:25PM lunch of something that belongs in r/shittyfoodporn — an extra cheesy (Colby Jack) cheese sandwich on lightly expired butter bread.

Anyway, it’s TONY TIME!!

Something I’ve been doing a lot is watching movies for the intention of taking notes on tropes and character development, but also mood, ambiance, and writing down any little ideas they give me for things I want to try with my own stories or with roleplay stuff. I do this at this cinema too (although on paper and pen and not a tablet for my fellow moviegoers) so why not at home too?

It helps me feel slightly less guilty for just having me days and like watching movies or TV. I know it’s stupid to feel like that, but I can’t help it. I already feel like I don’t do anything because disabled and can’t find any volunteer work that I can actually do, but yeah.

Anyway, watched this movie because I can.

Yesterday, I was trying to make flour tortilla chips, but it’s been so long since I made them, that I forgot how to… so I’m trying again in the toaster oven because something about all that oil also made me uncomfortable. So here’s hoping these turn out all right.

Update: 5 minutes later, they’re almost done and they taste pretty good. Less greasy than from the stove. I have 2 chips not cooked yet because the toaster oven tray is kind of small though so…

There were 8… but I ate (haha) some before I took the picture.

I miss them :(

{ I wish there were pirate games that weren’t pirates rewritten or sea of thieves…. or that one assassins creed game. I just want a Skyrim or No Man’s Sky like RPG game that was ✨ pirates ✨ … is that so much to ask for? }

Hehe also played good pizza great pizza too today.

For some reason, I’m drinking lavender water… it’s okay. I liked it so much, I took a couple of sips and then dumped it out for regular plain water.

Speaking of water…

I’m watching this hehe. Again.

And I found out I’m losing my health insurance and my income so . . . day started off good and now it’s fucking garbage. It’s great because no place near me is hiring (that I qualify for) haha.

Things I gotta do:

Driving lessons - time to start again.

Writing as Harold Porter again.

Make a layout for Harold Porter.

Sketch out the Ventus layout I wanna make and make it.

New Valentina layout.

Start… writing!!!!

Also become active on RASPBERRY PIE. (iykyk)

Get a job.

Anyway, good night…

#liv’s dull life  #ldl2023

[theold-ultraviolence]

omg oh no a 7hr class 😭😭 I'm so sorry! may I bring you some aemond brainrot during this challenging time?

this is actually the same anon who sent in the ask about music after your thoughts on aemond made me obsessed with him (should I have a sign-off? I feel like maybe I should have an official sign-off now? I just bought a really cool antique knife with a snake on it, so maybe we'll go for 🐍 🔪 bc that also has aemond vibes to me lmao)

but re: your response to my last ask: sorry I worded it kind of confusingly!! and omg I can totally see him as a hozier fan lol and him being into classic music is so on-point! also I frickin love violet orlandi! bc of my auditory ~sensory issues~ I have difficulty listening to a lot of metal music (which is unfortunate bc a number of my friends really like metal), but I've found that her music is a great way to still experience those songs without having an anxiety attack from all the auditory input lmao

but onto the brainrot!! I know aemond mentions having studied philosophy and history, but do we think he's a lit kid too? I can see this man absolutely loving lit crit. he would be such a "well, actually, according to this quote on pg. 265..." guy I feel like. I could also totally see him memorizing whole passages just bc he can

also this is just random as hell but do you have any headcanons on what his favorite food is? I feel like he has a huge sweet tooth but hates to admit it but I have no proof at all for why I think that lol

okay and finally do you have any thoughts on why he chooses to keep his hair so long/styles it the way he does? I'm so entranced by some of those gifs that show his luscious locks just billowing like he's in a hair product commercial 😍 (admittedly I still have not found time to watch the show because of the horrors (writing my masters thesis) so if they explain it there then sorry for asking! 😅)

but I wish you the best of luck with your class!!

yours in aemond appreciation,

🐍 🔪

Bestie, I am always down for Aemond brainrot, it seems my brain has been rotting away since I saw the show! 😅 and EEEK I'm so excited for the Violet Orlandi love! yeah what you say is sooo on point, she's kind of an access to that kind of music if you don't enjoy metal! I love her. Ok once again, before I go off, thank you for such interesting questions, I have a blast each time!!

Re: lit crit. Oh absolutely! I think he'd have a very deep passion for the arts and humanities as a whole. And he's a huge nerd so he'd definitely have all his references memorized and he's able to absorb and analyze very dense writing. May I interest you in hcs of his favorite books? those hcs are of modern!Aemond though.

Re: his favorite food .OH, omg. I hadn't been asked this before! this is a tough one! For one, I think he'd definitely have a taste for very refined things and this extends to food Canon!Aemond would enjoy meals rich in protein because of how hard he trains, and he likes his meats very buttery and juicy, with his bread soft and well seasoned, crispy on the edges. He'd be a lover of good wine. Vegetables rich in flavor. And I'm loving the image of him taking to pastries (in secret!). Maybe we can base it on Mr. Ewan - I take my coffee with 7 sugars - Mitchell lol!

Modern!Aemond would be the type to go to very high-end, expensive restaurants and tries all the food trends that all the famous cheffs are experimenting with. In terms of his favorite cuisine, his favorite might be french food? For comfort food, he's giving me the type to enjoy a really nice tomato soup with cheesy, fluffy bread on the side. Or a very indulgent, super creamy and flavorful plate of pasta. Something he can eat on the couch while watching his favorite films. For comfort, other type of cuisine that I feel he might love is Greek. Give him a plate of Spanakopita's with all the freaking cheese, and Gyros that are just super fillled, and he'll be happy. Guhhhhhh I'm salivating just thinking about food. And also, I just HAVE to bring this up, but @dumpsterfirecee and I aren't from the U.S. so we have this running hc of introducing Aemond to our traditional foods that are naturally spicy. And because he wants to be a good boyfriend, he tries it all, but in the end he's a white boy who can't deal with spice and is suffering inside 🤣 (please look at the hilarious art Cee made). In the end though, I think he'd develop a taste for it lol!

re: his long hair. I think the consensus is because he's proud of his Targaryen heritage. Don't quote me on this but I think Tom Glynn-Carney (who plays his brother, Aegon) said that they kept Aegon's hair shorter than Aemond's because of his reluctance to rule and him wanting to separate himself from what his family has imposed on him. Unlike Aemond, who desperately wants it, who is proud of his lineage and wears the emblems of his house with pride.

#ok I'm definitely projecting here because when I was in Canada I was introduce to the deliciousness that is Greek cuisine and ;afkjsldafjkl #I miss it #eeeek and thank you for coming up with a sign for you friend!! I'm excited to be able to recognize you #🐍 🔪 #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen rambles #modern!aemond rambles

[inlocusmads]

What kind of food is your MC's favorite? Favorite dish? Can they make it themselves?

Thank you so much for thinking of me Anon!

I'll answer for all of my MCs if that's all right!

>> JANE

Jane absolutely loves anything that has to do with sweets. Stroopwafels? Heck yeah. Croissants? Sure, go right ahead. Fudge? Sweet Jesus, Mary and Joseph, she's gonna eat it all. She also enjoys a good vegetarian pasta from time to time.

Jane is a good cook, if not a great one. She's been sustaining on her cooking skills ever since she stepped into university and med school. She's gotten better at it through the years, adapting the cuisine around her to fit her dietary needs. Lately, she's been obsessed with cottage cheese pizzas and poached eggs.

Of course, living with the great Ethan Ramsey has its perks, especially with food. Sometimes Jane wouldn't have to cook much, considering Ethan is a way better breakfast-chef than she is. Most of the days, she cooks lunch and dinner because it doesn't work with Jane and Ethan to find a common ground on most days. Ethan is so used to incorporating chicken, beef and fish in his diet and the last thing she'd want for him is to change his entire diet considering their living accomodations.

So they make a deal. Ethan gets to make breakfast. Jane takes care of the dinner; ensuring to make it as light and filling as possible and the two of them pool their ideas together for lunch. Since it is just the two of them, they don't have to think a lot.

>> NORA

Nora takes pride in her Chinese heritage. Her favourites are usually a box of egg fried rice or a nice bowl of ramen with baozi. Ever since she started living alone (as alone as living above her uncle's pub gets), she learned that the best way to move on from her parents' passing, to properly grieve them is to take care of herself. It is what they'd have wanted for her. Cooking slowly became one of her hobbies; a cathartic release after a long day of NYPD/PI work.

Enter Trystan a couple of years later. Trystan is an admirable cook. Though he does burn a couple of things and not really good with desserts or baking for that matter and should never be left next to fire or to his own devices, he's still very eager to learn. Cooking eventually becomes their little routine. Whenever Trystan stays over or if they ever don't feel like going out, they turn to making their own food.

Lately Nora has been into Pao Tsai or fermented vegetables. She's into preservation of a jar of cabbages and other vegetables in pickle brine. It was something her Dad did growing up and her Grandma had also done and it is only wise for her to continue to make it on her own. It's a little hard at first, with all the impulsive jar buying, all those precise measurements and reading up on some food chemistry and preservation rules, calling up Aunties from Hong Kong and making sure she isn't eating expired vegetables, but soon she gets the hang of it.

Right now, Nora's pickle brine jar is exactly three months and seven days old. She's very proud of her accomplishment and it tastes spectacularly well with a side of rice.

>> MAURA

Maura is in an apocalypse, so there aren't a lot of options for food. But thanks to tilling their lands and sowing their fields, Maura had overseen several successful agricultural projects at Camp Cypress. Most of the time, breakfast, lunch and dinner consist of game. Freshly hunted wild animals or bred chickens. It's accompanied by a thin soup, some bread if they were lucky enough and for dessert, a fruit of their choice.

Maura isn't too much into the meals in itself but she looks forward to what she can do with fruits. After they bred cows, Maura was able to get milk and churn it into thick cream, which tasted well when paired with apples and oranges. She's made fruit salads in the past, adding a combination of seeds and walnuts in the mix. Maura had also tried making "wine" by soaking a bunch of grapes in water, only to figure out that she'd colossally messed up and she was going to have to hunt down run-down bars and get what she required.

Out of her friends, Sledge is an excellent cook; mostly because she's really good at burning and crispening things. The two of them formulate recipes and meal plans based on the stock of food they have. If they're really lucky, they'd find several shelves of alcohol and stock it deep in their private reserves (sh, don't tell the others.)

___

Thank you so much for sending this ask, Anon!

#anonymous #maura tauber #nora rose #jane fletcher #askboxed!

[iheartgracie]

funny kate henley quotes from huge deal

“Do you think this is what heaven tastes like?” I ask, more to myself than her.

Kate considers my question seriously. “That or cheese fries. Or that place in the Village that makes ice cream out of cookie dough.”

“You’re sulking and grumpy. That’s usually Kennedy’s gig.”

“I’m not grumpy.”

“Little bit,”

“Not without Matt’s and Kennedy’s agreement.” She smiles sweetly as she crosses her legs and settles in. “Now, tell Kate alllll about what’s bothering you. Relationship problems?”

“It’s Lara’s birthday next week, too,” she says, not looking up from her phone.

I jerk to attention. “It is?”

She looks up and grins. “I have no idea. Just wanted to see if I was right about your interest in her, and I totally am.”

“I pick up the card. “Flowers?”

She nods. “They’re nice. Women like them. And they’re more first-week-relationship appropriate than a thousand-dollar handbag or diamonds.” Kate lightly slaps both Matt and Kennedy on the back of the head as she says it.”

“I freaking love burrata,” Kate says, happily chewing her own piece of bread. “And wine. And you guys.”

I give her a look out of the corner of my eye. “How much wine has she had?” I ask Lara good-naturedly.

“Just the one glass. But she’s been like this ever since she got here. I think she’s in love.”

“The only thing I’m in love with is cheese,” Kate retorts.”

“She rolls her eyes. “Uh-huh. That’s us women, all right. It’s a wonder we can even manage to fit in the hunt for the prince, what with all the powdering of our noses.”

“Kate smiled a little at that. It would serve Kennedy right to have doves at his party. In fact, if Claudia asked Kate’s opinion on the doves, Kate was happy to lie her little heart out.

“Absolutely! Kennedy would love to see a bunch of creepy birds at the birthday party he doesn’t know is happening and probably doesn’t want, because he hates surprises even more than he hates parties . . .”

“Leo’s character dies?” Kate asked, letting her chin wobble for just a second.

Jack’s smile dropped, and Kate laughed. “I’m kidding. I’m Kate Henley, and yes, I’ve seen the movie.” She shook his hand.”

“I have a private bet with myself to see exactly how long that stupid ice sculpture will last.”

“Oh, thank God that wasn’t your suggestion,” Sabrina said with relief.

“Offensive,” Kate said, waving her finger at Sabrina. “Very offensive that you’d even consider it could be mine.”

“She let out a little laugh and dropped her head forward as she muttered, “You look nice, Kate. Thanks for being here, Kate.”

“Get your coat.”

Kate blinked. “What?”

He straightened. “Your jacket.”

“I don’t have one.”

He frowned. “It’s March, not August.”

“No, really? I had no idea. Is there a way to know such things?”

“You’re so little,” Claudia said, bending down to the smaller woman. “I could just scoop you up and put you in my purse!”

“Do it. I think I could be quite happy in Chanel,” Kate replied with a smile.”

“It had almost ruined her ravioli. Almost. Kate would take her pasta over the shiny hair Claudia had promised any day. Besides, Kate’s hair was already shiny. Shinier than Claudia’s, if she did say so herself. Gluten for the win, thank you very much.”

“Why do you assume I need something?”

“Because you’re standing in front of your assistant’s desk, giving her a death glare?”

“I thought you were asleep.”

“Well, in that case, thank you for the very gentle wake-up,”

“Are you dating my brother?”

She tilted her head. “Shooooot. Was that not you at the double date last night? I could have sworn it was.”

“It won’t be awkward.”

“What won’t?”

He shifted in his chair, looking as uncomfortable as she’d ever seen him. “The first kiss.”

“It might be. It’s been a while.”

“What do you do, bite the guy?”

She laughed in surprise. “Yes. Definitely. Biting is my signature move.”

“Oh yeah?” she asked lightly. “What did you say?”

Kennedy looked away. “Fitz knows.”

“Well, that’s great,” she said a little testily. “Jack knows, and now Fitz knows. Sure would be great if Kate knew.”

“She didn’t just watch the ballet; she lived it, slightly forward in her seat, at times seeming to hold her breath.”

“I was in The Sleeping Beauty when I was little,” she said. “I was the Fairy of Temperament, also known as Violente.”

“Sounds terrifying.”

“Yes, I’m sure my fourteen-year-old self in a tutu was immensely intimidating.”

#lauren layne #lauren layne series #laurenlayne #lauren layne books #21 wall street series

[golbrocklovely]

aww you're first avocado experience sounds less than stellar. But avocados are amazing, you just need to try them the correct way

So if you're willing to give them another try, instead of having just avocado on toast try blending it with other ingredients. smoked salmon is a good one to have with avocados in fact it does go very well with fish in general you'll often find it used a lot in sushi. a poached egg also works great with avocado. Also sometimes mushing it up onto toast does not always give for a great experience so maybe next time try slicing it into long slices like you would if it were pepper you were serving on a vegetable platter and try having that with some smoked salmon on toast.

If you still don't like it then I will admit defeat LOL

i had guacamole one time on fish tacos and it was… fine? but like not really necessary flavor wise, if that makes any sense. this was the first time i had it just as it was, but i put pepper and feta cheese. and if i hadn't, it would have tasted bad. it still kinda did regardless lol

i've never had smoked salmon, but i do like fish so i probably wouldn't hate it. and poached egg is a no go. runny eggs are not a texture or taste i want ever lol

i bought this pack thing that was little pieces of crispy bread (kinda like what you would use for bruschetta) and then it came with mushed up avocado. idk if they put any seasoning on it, but yeah… it just wasn't very good.

idk if i'm ever gonna like avocado. it has to be overpowered by some other flavor for me to enjoy it, and at that point, it's not really worth it. but maybe i'll try it again at some point. i wanted to like it, but it just wasn't in the cards sksksk

#ask #personal

[purplesurveys]

1646

Do you have any bananas in your house right now? I don’t think so. We’ll have them sometimes as my sister likes bananas, but not at the moment I’m pretty sure. Which overrated tattoo are you sick of seeing? I find that people my age actually have unique tattoo designs across the board, which is cool and refreshing to see every time...but I guess I am a liiiittle tired of seeing the minimalist line tattoo type. It’d be awesome to see bolder and more colorful tattoos. Is it easy to distract you? Definitely not when at work, but otherwise yeah. My sister in particular finds it hilarious how I can easily jump from one topic to another.

Do you prefer to drink from glasses or mugs? Mugs. Feels ever so slightly fancier.

What was the last thing you taught a younger kid? I can’t even remember the last time I was around one. Kids scare me because I never know what type I’m gonna get hahaha. Are they gonna be rude with their replies? Will they ask me how babies are made?

Are the clocks in your house mostly digital or analog? Analog.

How long have you had your television(s)? This one in my room has been around for 15 years and still works like a beauty. It was previously in the living room but after we got a few new TVs, this one got transferred to my room.

Do you like watching movies made with CGI or do you prefer hand-drawn ones? I don’t have much of an opinion (or knowledge, even) on this.

Where did your parents buy their car(s)? The Santa Fe was bought from a Hyundai...store? distributor? (what even do you call the branches?) itself. My Mirage is secondhand but I have no clue from whom it was gotten. Do you know why your grandparents chose your mother’s name? I actually don’t have a clue. My grandma is VEry religious though so that had to have played a hand.

What is your favourite kind of soup? Cream of mushroom is the BEST kind and it’d be hard to convince me otherwise. Miso tastes fantastic too.

Have you ever made your own musical instrument? No.

What do you think of Leighton Meester’s singing voice? Did her singing career ever take off...? I remember really liking Good Girls Go Bad but it seems as though none of her other songs ever took off as much as that one did. Anyway, her voice is fine at least for that song; wouldn’t know how to speak for the others if any.

Do you think you’d do well at teaching the English language to a foreigner? Probably not. I’m fluent in English, but it’d be hard for me to actually explain the different concepts. I just know how to speak the language lol.

Is it weird to hear your name in movies or TV shows? It kind of makes me jump, yeah. It’s a familiar name but not common, so it often surprises me hearing it outside of being called it myself.

Have you written a resume before, either for yourself or someone else? I’ve done my own resumé and I’ve helped others when they made theirs, but I’ve never done someone else’s entirely.

Did you know that they plan on releasing a movie based on The Smurfs? They did, back in like 2010 or something. I never understood the excitement, but you do you.

What is your favourite thing about snow? I’ve never seen it so I wouldn’t know.

Do you consider Lady GaGa’s appearance artistic, or just plain weird? Artistic. Never found it weird and the people who usually did (at least in my own experience) were the annoying religious people anyway.

What do you usually do when you have trouble sleeping? Reddit is the best weapon for something like this. Has my eyes feeling heavy in minutes.

Are you satisfied with your social life (or lack thereof)? Sure. I wish my friends could be more outgoing sometimes because I’d love to see them from time to time too lmao but I mean I love em all the same.

What TV show do you just assume you wouldn’t like? Law & Order and all of its 1,000,000 spinoffs.

Do your friends have more money than you? Probably.

Who always has the power to make you feel intimidated? Hm, probably Bea.

Do you have more bread or cheese in your house? Bread.

[lovemesomesurveys]

How are you doing today? It's only 5:20AM, but so far my nagging cough Is acting up which isn't fun.

What day of the week is it? It's Sunday.

What's something you used to believe in that you don't anymore? So much has changed within just the past 6 years, things I never saw coming or was prepared for and not in a good way. So many setbacks. There was a time I thought I'd actually do something with my life, but now… it's hard to see past all this.

What do you admire most in a person? Motivated, ambitious, driven type people.

What's your favorite dinosaur? I don't have one.

Do you believe in reincarnation? If so, what would you like to be reincarnated as? No.

What are 3 scents that you like? The ocean/beachy air, coffee, garlic.

Do you ever use the grounding technique 54321? I've tried it a few times before.

What's the silliest thing you've gotten injured from? I know there's several incidents, but of course I can't think of any at the moment.

What's the weirdest food combination you enjoy? The first one I always think of is eggs and ranch. shrug

Where would you relocate if you were forced to leave your place of residence? Uhh. I have no idea.

Do you play any instruments? No.

What is an unpopular opinion you have? Sushi is disgusting.

Have you ever done a crazy dare? Nope.

What's your favorite type of cheese or cheese substitute? I loveee cheese. Various types.

What are things you still enjoy from your childhood? Some of the same music, shows, movies, foods… I really, really miss that time of my life.

What smells better.. fresh baked bread or fresh brewed coffee? Aw, both are lovely but I gotta stick with my pal coffee.

What's the oddest text you've received recently? I actually received some sexual spam texts a few weeks ago like wtf?

What's something you believe everyone should have? Of course ideally it'd be our necessities

What's the first thing you do once you get home from a trip? I'm the person who unpacks as soon as I get home.

What has been the worst kitchen mishap you've made? Starting a small oven fire.

Do you know how your parents met? Yeah, they were coworkers at the time.

Do you believe love is blind? It can be.

If you could get away with it, what crime would you commit? I don't want to commit any crimes.

If you owned a restaurant, what would you serve? Nah.

Have you ever met a president? Nope.

What food tastes better than its appearance to you? Probably how mashed potatoes end up looking up on my plate cause I put so much gravy, so it ends up just looking like a glob of brown stuff lol.

Do you actively post on social media? Tumblr is the one I actively and consistently post on, both my personal and this one.

What was your favorite childhood book? I loved Nancy Drew, Goosebumps, The Babysitter's Club, Sweet Valley High, Judy Blume books, Beverly Clearly books…. how young are we talking? If younger, then books like Little Critter, Arthur, Barenstein Bears…

Do you ever experience intrusive thoughts? I think everyone does.

What do you consider to be the smartest animal? Apparently, Octopus are.

What movies make you laugh the most? Hmm. I don't know.

What's a product you use everyday that you wish you could get a lifetime supply of? Currently, there's several medical products I have to use and unfortunately my mom has to pay out of pocket for a lot of them and I feel bad because shit is expensive and quickly adds up.

What's the best name you've heard a pet named? shrug

What always makes your day better? It's been rough, ya'll…

Would you rather have multiple hobbies or 1 true passion? I like having different things to choose from to do for hobbies, but having a passion is entirely different to me. I haven't felt passionate about anything in a long time. :/

Coffee or tea? Coffee. It still trips me out that I don't drink it everyday like I used to for so long.

Do you listen to podcasts? Which ones? No.

Would you say you're good at saving money? I can be, but man I'm such a sucker for Boxlunch and Hot Topic sales. They consistently have really good sales, plus they have their Lunch money/Hot Cash.

Have you ever ridden in the front of a roller coaster? Yeah. The only roller coasters I do is the Big Thunder Mountain Railroad and the Cars roller coasters at Disneyland.

Would you rather have free massages for a year or facials? Meh.

When was the last time you've had an adrenaline rush? I don't even remember.

Have you ever used a whole chapstick? Honestly… I don't think so.

Has anyone ever given you a gag gift? Yeah.

#personal #text #survey #surveys

[bitsandbobsandstuff]

The Midnight Coconuts

Summary: Bucky and his girl take a trip to the grocery store. Several things are involved, including coconuts, a 25cent gum-ball machine, Avengers branded Jell-O, chocolate milk straight from the jug, and tampons.  Characters: Bucky x Reader Words: 3k Warnings: Some swearing. Insane levels of fluff. Dangerously adorable Bucky. One (1) random reference to Not Another Teen Movie. 

A/N: Listen, I will never be over silly domestic Bucky! I originally started this story before TFATWS came out and when I imagined Sam had a niece, so just go with it. Part of me wrote this, because I needed to convince myself that I love grocery shopping (one can only eat takeaway and Trader Joe’s Orange Chicken for so long) and the other part wrote this because I firmly believe domestic routines can be the most romantic adventures out there.

When the doors to the grocery store whoosh open with a gust of stale manufactured air, Bucky skids to an abrupt and dramatic stop.  

“WAIT!”

Behind him, you stumble in panic, fumbling with an armful of reusable grocery bags. Instantly you’re imagining spilled blood and stab wounds and clean ups on aisle three and god dammit, how can there be a problem? This is a grocery store at midnight on a Wednesday. Shouldn’t the forces of evil be sleeping? Why is it so impossible to get a day off work? Don’t they know you need rest? And peanut butter? And that you’re dangerously low on toilet paper?

The forces of evil are the worst.

Raising weary fists, you huff.

“What? Where is it?”

Bucky sidesteps toward a row of small red and green machines beside the entrance, falling to his knees and smushing his nose eagerly against the glass. Reaching a hand behind him, there are several impatient grabby motions, before he glances back.

“Babe, can you give me a quarter? I need a gum-ball.”

Planting a sneaker clad foot on his ass, you shove. Hard.  

“Bucky, we talked about this. Remember how you agreed to lower the drama and keep things in perspective? I thought we were under attack.”

“If I don’t get a green gum-ball,” he declares dramatically, “there will be an attack.”

Throwing the cloth bags at his face, you stomp off to retrieve a shopping cart, plunking your purse in the front and hunching over the handlebars.  

“I thought you said you were a millionaire now. Buy your own gum-ball.”

Bucky rolls his eyes.

“Like I carry loose change,” he scoffs. “C’mon, just one quarter. Please?”

This time, he gives you the Look. That patented Bucky Barnes stare, with the wide eyes and full pouty lips and faux innocent expression, and if this man wasn’t the love of your life you’d quite happily stab him in the heart.

Instead, you open your purse and fish out a quarter, flinging it at his frustratingly pretty face. It bounces off his forehead and he scoops it up with a grin.

“So just to clarify. You came to the grocery store covered in knives, but you forgot to bring money?”

Giving you an indulgent smile, he jams the quarter into the slot. With a twist and shake, a gum-ball rattles free, and Bucky crows with delight when he sees the green candy. He pops it in his mouth. 

“I didn’t forget. I made a conscious decision to remove the temptation. If I bring cash, I’ll spend it. You know I ain’t great with that whole self control thing.”

“How encouraging to hear, from the man with knives pouring out his ass.”  

Jumping to his feet, he throws an arm around your shoulders. 

“Ass knives sound painful.”

“Depends on how sharp they are,” you mumble, pulling a carefully folded sheet of paper from your jacket.

“Excuse you? My knives are always perfectly sharpened, thank you very much. What kind of expert assassin runs around with dull knives? Damn baby, it’s like you don’t even know me.”

Ignoring him, you flatten out the paper and smooth the edges, sighing happily at the block letters and structured diagrams drawn in deep blue ink. 

Here it is, your masterpiece. A monument to productivity. The gold standard by which all optimization models should be benchmarked. This isn’t just any list, this is The List.

Everything is grouped, first by aisle, then by product location within the aisle, and then from top to bottom shelf order, to maximize efficiency. This is the dream list. The kind that inspires jealousy. The kind people hold up at TED talks when they talk about time management techniques. Marie Kondo wishes she had this list. 

Bucky snorts when he sees the carefully printed boxes.  

“God, you’re such a square,” he says adoringly. He plants a sugary wet kiss on your temple and you grind an elbow into his ribs.

“We discussed this, Bucky. Don’t mock my lists.” 

“Sorry babe, I ain’t mocking. Your lists are beautiful, they always get me all hot and bothered,” he agrees, dipping lower to lick behind your ear. “And I really love that list you keep with all those dirty, filthy, sex things you wanna do to me.”

“I don’t have a list like that.”

“Yeah, I know,” Bucky sighs, “and I don’t know how many more hints I can drop here.”

Reaching under his shirt, you rub his belly consolingly. “Okay then. This weekend I’ll sit down and make you a special list. One so disgusting and dirty and depraved, it would make Wade Wilson cry.”

Bucky laughs and squeezes you tighter. 

“About damn time honey. I’m equally parts terrified and horny. So where’re we headed first?”

“Produce,” you answer promptly, plowing forward, Bucky still chuckling beside you.

The whole scenario was ironic, actually. There was no need to grocery shop - automatic ordering mechanisms  across the Avengers tower rendered the task meaningless - but sometimes it was a welcome relief to partake in such an ordinary thing. Unable to sleep after one particularly terrible mission, you found yourself wandering the aisles of your 24-hour supermarket, dressed in pineapple adorned pajama pants and one of Bucky’s rattier sweatshirts, searching for ice cream. The unexpected symmetry of products arranged along the shelves, the rainbow hued produce, the hint of baking bread wafting from the ovens, all those everyday trappings of normality, they washed over like a soothing balm. Soon enough, the boiling bad thoughts simmered to nothing more than a cache of blurry memories.

When you got home, sleep came fast, deep and dreamless.

One month later, the idea struck again.

After 36 hours of Bucky tossing and turning, dark shadows bruising beneath weary blue eyes, you took his hand and led him down the dark street for a midnight adventure. He was skeptical, disbelieving that something so simple could chase away the insomnia. But he dutifully followed you, strolling aimlessly through the aisles, throwing odds and ends into the cart. 

The tension gradually eased, he began to relax, and suddenly? 

He was hooked.

An hour later, after arguing the health benefits of frosted Cheerios over oatmeal, poking each hunk of cheese in the display, and loading the cart with every single flavor of spaghetti sauce on the shelf, the heavy weight of remembering began to ease. When he collapsed into bed, he slept for eight hours straight.

I don’t know what that was, he swore the next morning, munching through his third bowl of frosted Cheerios, but it was magic.

And with that, a midnight ritual was born. Sometimes you make the trek alone, sometimes Bucky does the same, but whenever life permits you go together. This small slice of domesticity brings a warm comfort to this strange life.   

There is no doubt, this is your favorite area of the entire store.

Barrels filled with tart oranges and smooth red apples. Tables piled high with bananas, some just shy of yellow, others sunshine perfect, and a few with speckles of black (which are the best). Shelves lining the walls, overflowing with bundles of herbs and lettuce, all coated in a fine layer of mist. 

Bliss. 

Heading straight for the apples, you plunge into the Gala pile, rummaging until you come up with ten perfect ones. Peaches follow, fingers rubbing along the delicate pinky-orange fuzz. Squeeze, smell, squeeze, smell. Five are chosen for a pie (Sam pleaded shamelessly until you agreed to make him one), and in the cart they go. Heading toward the wall of herbs, you’re reaching for the basil when a metallic bang makes you jump. Spinning around, you find Bucky lobbing coconuts into the cart.

“We need these.”

“We really don’t, Buck. I hate coconut, it tastes like suntan lotion.”

“They’re not for eating,” he grabs an apple, wipes it on his shirt, and takes a juicy bite. “They’re for security.”

Sticky juice drips from his lip, catching in his beard. When you reach over to swipe it away, he nips your finger with a grin.

“Explain please.”

“See it’s like this. We’re just here shopping, doin’ our thang -”

“Don’t say thang.”

“- when someone attacks. What happens? BAM. One of these furry beauties breaks their face. Problem solved.”

Giving him a slow perusal, you raise an eyebrow.

“Were the 47 knives you’re carrying not enough to deflect this attack?”

Finishing off the apple in three sloppy bites, he carefully tucks the price sticker in his pocket so he can scan it before leaving and sets the mangled core beside your purse.

“Babe, these are my back-up plan. A good soldier always has a back-up plan.”

While you grab a bottle of extra-pulpy orange juice, Bucky picks two jugs of chocolate milk, snaps one open and takes a swing. Ever the thrifty shopper, he pulls a familiar bag from his back pocket, fishes out a crumpled piece of newspaper, and dangles it before you.

“Found a coupon for this,” he says gleefully. “Buy one, get one free. It’s called a BOGO. A BOGO. Hilarious, right? Fuck me, I love the future.”

Still laughing, he takes another long drink of chocolate milk and smacks his lips.

It was a lazy Sunday morning when you discovered this particular habit. Walking into the living room, you found Bucky buried in a sea of Sunday newspaper, tongue between his teeth and scissors in hand while he clipped coupons. He wasn’t picky, if it was remotely interesting, it went into the YES pile. It was one of those random things that brought him inordinate levels of joy, so of course you encouraged it. On his last birthday, you gifted him with a green zippered bag decorated with angry looking owls and official looking letters stitched across the front:

Bucky’s Coupon Bag  Thriftn’ Machine Since 1917

He laughed for five straight minutes and then stuffed it full. The bag accompanies you on every trip and the sight of Bucky excitedly rifling through his wad of coupons still makes your heart swell.  

Setting aside his BOGO, Bucky continues down the aisle, leaving you to pause in front of the yogurt. While you contemplate the merits of blackberry vs strawberry, Bucky slides over holding three cans of Reddi-Whip. 

“Are you actually planning to eat that? I thought you said whipped air is for, and I quote, ‘spineless, tasteless trash heathens’?”

Bucky shakes the can of spray whipped cream and wiggles his eyebrows, leveling you with a sultry stare. 

“Hell no I’m not eating it. This is for the bedroom. Last week I watched this god-awful movie where some blond guy - who looked exactly like Steve, by the way - made himself a whipped cream bikini for his girl. Decided I’m gonna do that for you. You’re welcome.”

“That sounds gross and unsanitary.” 

“If by gross and unsanitary you mean spicy and sexy, then yes. Yes it does.”

Whistling what sounds like the theme music from a bad porn, he adds two tubs of honey swirled Greek yogurt, pats your butt, and strolls ahead, throwing a roughish wink over his shoulder. Imagining the melted whipped cream soaking into your bedsheets, you mentally add more laundry detergent to the list.

“Hang on, turn here.”

Tugging the cart behind him, Bucky stalks toward the feminine hygiene display. It takes him a minute to scan the products before squatting down to the bottom shelf. Grabbing two jumbo boxes of tampons, oddly enough the brand you prefer, he pops back to his feet.  

“Dare I ask why you need these?”

A faint pink flush crawls up his neck.  

“Well, you know, two reasons. They’re really great for stopping bloody noses, you know? Just poke ‘em up there and they soak it all up.”

 He mimes the execution and adds a thumbs up.

“And the second reason?”

Squinting at his boots, he shuffles his feet a bit. The pink flush deepens. 

“Um, you know - I know you’re out, since I stuck the last one up Steve’s nose last week, and yeah. Anyway. It’s about that time. Of the month. For you.”

Clearing his throat, he reaches for his chocolate milk, but you grab his wrist.  

“You know when my period’s going to start?”

He shrugs self-consciously and fiddles with a loose thread on his shirt.  

“Well yeah. You think it’s just a coincidence when all your favorite candy shows up every month?” Looking up, he shoots you a crooked smile and leans over the cart to kiss your forehead. Grabbing a fistful of his shirt, you haul him in for a real kiss instead and his startled laughter tickles your lips. When you break away, those bright blue eyes are shining. 

“Thank you, Bucky,” you murmur.

“Anytime, sweetheart,” he whispers. 

This is the aisle where the cart officially explodes.

Lasagna noodles.

Egg noodles.

Spaghetti noodles.

Penne.

Linguine. 

Fettuccine.

Literally one of every noodle is selected, because Bucky Barnes is a self-proclaimed noodle slut. 

As you organize the boxes and search for orzo, you see him furtively add an extra bag of elbow macaroni. A quiet cough hides your laughter.

The last time Sam’s four-year-old niece came to the tower, she and Bucky spent hours making glittery elbow macaroni necklaces, which they ceremoniously gifted to everyone. When Sam casually mentioned her enthusiastically telling everyone at pre-school about her friend Bucky and how much fun she had visiting him, Bucky ran to a craft store and bulk bought supplies of glue, string, paint, and glitter, just in case she comes over again.

Months later and the entire team are still finding puddles of glitter all over the tower, but the delight on Bucky’s face anytime someone mentions that arts and crafts afternoon? 

It’s worth the mess.     

Gathering up brown sugar, instant oats, and chocolate chips, you turn to drop them in the cart when Bucky makes a strangled noise. Glancing over, you find him bouncing on his toes, vibrating with excitement.

“Babe. Babe. Are you making monster cookies?”

Adding a can of raisins, you search for the good vanilla. The kind that actually tastes like vanilla, not a cheap car wash air freshener. 

“I promised I would,” you remind him. Bucky plasters himself against your back, wrapping you in an enthusiastic hug and nuzzling his face against your neck.

“I love those fucking cookies,” he declares. “They’re my favorite thing ever. Next to you I mean.”

Finding the vanilla, you spin in his arms and return the squeeze.  

“I know you do. But you have to share them this time, okay? You can’t just eat them all yourself like the last two times. Agree?”

“Agree…to disagree. They’re wasted on other people, no one else loves as much. It’s for the best when I eat them all, it’s proof how much I love you. I’m doing it for you. I’m supporting you. Because I love you.”

“You’re completely full of shit,” you reply.

“I swear I’m not! Just listen!”

The excuses grow longer and wilder as Bucky outlines his rationale against sharing, walking backward and dragging the cart with him as he pleads his case. He’s diving into the science of super soldier metabolism levels and caloric requirements and the fact that his sister never shared anything with him, when he bumps into a tall display. 

He pulls up short, eyes narrowing. Plunking his fists on his hips, he growls a disgruntled sigh and glares at the rows of packaging. 

“You’ve gotta be shitting me.”

Lined up in neat rows, you see boxes of Jell-O organized by color and flavor. On the cover of each are an assortment of familiar images.  

“Are these Avengers themed Jell-O?” you ask, picking up a box with Sam’s image and the words Wild Berry Wilson. The rows extend further, filled with Lime Green Hulk and Blue Raspberry Rogers and Black Cherry Widow and Strawberry Lemon Stark. Exasperated, Bucky grabs the Sparkling Orange Spider flavor. 

“Is this for real? The kid gets one and I didn’t? Someone in PR is getting fired.”

“Well there’re only so many flavors, Buck,” you point out practically, but Bucky’s not in the mood for logic. Instead, he swipes an entire shelf of Jell-O flavors into the cart.  

“I swear to god, I have to do everything around here. Fine then. I’ll make my own flavor, Blackberry Kiwi Soldier or Winter Watermelon Rainbow, or something.” He pauses thoughtfully. “Anyway, I’ll work on the name. But I’m bringing it to dinner tomorrow night and everyone is gonna eat it.”

He dumps in a bag of mini-marshmallows and grabs sprinkles for topping, before marching down the aisle. Cringing at the volume of sugar in the cart, you make another mental note to schedule a dentist appointment.

“Go do your manly duty and find the meat. We need two 5lb rump roasts.”

“I like your rump roast,” he instantly responds and reaches over to smack your butt again. Anticipating the move, you catch his arm and twist it behind his back. He barks out a breathless laugh and you slap his ass in return.

“Your innuendos are tragic.”

Releasing him with a gentle shove, Bucky snatches up his three coconuts and ambles away, laughing while he juggles them. When he returns, he has the requested rump roasts, several packages of bacon, and a bundle of cocktail shrimp.

“If my innuendos get better, then can I touch your butt?”

“Maybe. But they better be real good.”

An added benefit to shopping at midnight? Not a soul in line.

Loading everything onto the conveyer belt, you automatically organize for bagging. Boxes together, produce together, meat together. Bucky adds a pack of batteries, a tin of mints, and some trashy magazines.

The last three items in the cart are his coconuts. They rattle around until you toss them at him, motioning back to the produce department. 

“We made it out alive. Go put them back.”

Still chomping his tasteless green gum-ball, he shakes his head and plops them down. 

“Nah, I have another idea for them. Got all those craft supplies at home, I’m gonna make you something.”

“Should I even ask?”

Bucky blows a huge, wet bubble and looks you up and down.

“Have you every worn one of those coconut bras? Like on TV, with the ladies in grass skirts? I’m gonna make you one. I already have string and glue. And glitter.”

“I think you may be overestimating your crafting abilities.” Digging out your credit card, you wait for the final tally. 

“Well, if it’s terrible then you’ll just be naked. Either way, I win.”

Shaking out your grocery sacks, he packs everything with Tetris-like efficiency and slides all of them up the vibranium arm.   

“How about I make you a deal. I’ll wear a coconut bra, if you’ll make yourself something to wear as well.”

Bucky blows another sugary bubble, pondering the idea.

“Like a coconut man thong?”

“Exactly like a coconut man thong.”

“Deal. Add it to that special dirty list you’re making me honey. We got loads to do.” 

Outside, the night air smells sweet and cool, the barest hint of a spring rain and fresh grass lingering on the breeze. Already, your eyes are feeling heavy, tonight’s quiet adventure ushering in that sought after peace. 

In your right hand, the three coconuts swing gently in their plastic sack. Humming under his breath, Bucky yawns, reaching for your other hand. His warm, calloused palm squeezes tight, his thumb stroking lightly over your skin.

He turns to you with a sleepy, lopsided smile.

Midnight and coconuts.  

It always does the trick.

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