small restaurants

Imagine...

Working undercover as a mercenary, so you find yourself one day standing in the lobby of the Continental Hotel and renting a room for the night.

Time passes, and as you enter your hotel room one night, a hand.written note lays on your bed, which is an invitation to meet the author of the message at a small restaurant at the other end of the town. 

To your surprise, the legendary hitman John Wick exposes himself to be the writer of the message, offering a deal while sharing a bottle of wine and delicious meals with you.

Save Points around the US

California

  • save points: any in-and-out burger
  • HP: a street puddle (the ocean doesn’t count)

Washington:

  • Save Point: small organic restaurant bistros
  • HP: chew on pine needles

West:

  • Save Point: weird rock formations that don’t look like they should be that way
  • HP: an alien sighting

Colorado:

  • save point: fist-bumping anyone smoking a joint outside
  • HP: roll in the snow

Wyoming:

  • Save point: your own existential feeling of emptiness
  • HP: find another human being and caress them

Midwest:

  • Save Point: Hell is Real sign
  • HP: The Corn God, pray to him, he may listen

The Rust Belt:

  • Save points: none, make deals with local industrial God NPCs and extend your gameplay
  • HP: that goddamn pizza with too much cheese

New England:

  • Save Point: someone complaining about the weather
  • HP: physically fighting someone over the patriots  

New York City: 

  • Save Point: any subway entrance
  • HP: nearest rat. grab it with your bare hands

The South: 

  • save point: ‘Jesus Saves’ bumper sticker
  • HP: chug that sweet tea boii

Florida

  • Save Point: tourist with a sunburn
  • HP: getting bingo

Texas: if you die in Texas you die in real life

one cannot have enough of cute and random aus so here have some more
  • “You’re the cute and quiet customer that frequents the coffee shop where I’m a barista and also where my rival barista works and we’re both fighting for your attention in increasingly creative and inconspicuous ways (making foam art, writing cheesy pick-up lines on your napkin etc. etc.)” AU.
  • “You’re my roommate who’s super cute and it’s the middle of the night and you’re cramming for your exams in your flannel pajamas and disheveled hair and it’s becoming increasingly hard for me not to kiss you” AU.
  • “You’re an Art student and I’m an English major and you keep stealing the papers for my assignment to doodle and I would kill you but you’re really cute and hey that’s actually a really nice sketch” AU.
  • “You’re the perpetual frowner in class and one day as I’m answering the teacher I intentionally make a very cheesy pun and I can hear crickets but you’re laughing out loud and that makes me feel very much accomplished” AU.
  • “The manager says the only reason the restaurant where we work at is popular is because people enjoy eating while watching our relentless flirting with each other but I swear to God we’re not flirting???” AU.
  • “I ditch prom to attend a local poetry slam and you’re also there and I never really noticed what a cute smile you have and hey do you maybe want to bond over our mutual love for ‘Howl’???” AU.
  • “You’re new in town and you seem very intimidating but as it turns out you have an awful sense of direction even with a map and you’re actually adorkable so here let me help you” AU.
  • “It’s Valentine’s Day and I’m single and you want to cheer me up but you can’t cook nor bake to save your life so you make me hot chocolate instead and it is delicious and I think I love you???” AU.
  • “It’s gym class and we’re playing volleyball and you spike really well and you manage to hit the ball square in my face and I think I’m bleeding and you’re apologizing profusely and it’s okay but you’re really cute so I guess I’ll take you up on that offer for coffee” AU.
  • “You’re the jerk-face customer that keeps on thumbing through their phone while ordering their drink so I exact revenge by spelling your name wrong on your cup and drawing phallic pictures on your coffee” AU.
  • “Our mutual friend invites us to go shopping with them and it’s kind of awkward and now you’re pushing them around the mall in a shopping cart and you’re both screaming like excited children and I’m paying the cashier and pretending I don’t know either of you” AU.
  • “Our mutual friend invites us for Thanksgiving dinner with their other friends and now there’s a full-fledged food fight going on with potatoes and turkey flying everywhere and we’re both seeking refuge under the table whilst sharing a bag of chips that you brought (just in case)” AU.
  • “You and I are both baristas at a coffee shop and one day I step out of the café to take a break and walk in on you gleefully drawing phallic pictures on the chalkboard outside that no one pays attention to so what are you doing?” AU.
  • “You and I go out to a sushi bar and the sushi chef yells at you for being allergic to a particular kind of fish and now you’re crying and I’m trying to comfort you” AU.
  • “You and I are at a sushi restaurant and you’re continuously snagging sushi off the belt that I have to pay for and you don’t seem to be going to stop anytime soon but you look so cute when you’re eating with that smile on your face what the hell man” AU.
  • “The mailman constantly mixes up your home address and mine together and keeps on sending me your letters and packages and I’m sorry I look through them but your life seems very interesting as well as those books on black magic in one of your packages so wanna talk about it over a cup of coffee?” AU.
  • “We’re both strangers sitting in the same booth at an eatery because all the other booths are full and you’re drawing smiley faces on your plate with ketchup and wow your concentrated frown is cute” AU.
  • “It’s our mutual friend’s wedding and they keep shoving us into each other because we’re the only ones at the ceremony who are single” AU.
  • “You’re my roommate and it’s way past midnight and you’re talking about how Charles Dickens inspired prison reform and how the moon must feel insignificant because it borrows light from the sun and this is all very interesting but will you please shut up and go to sleep” AU.
  • “You’re actually a really friendly and chill vampire and at night you float around outside of my bedroom window to talk with me about the universe and stuff” AU.
  • “You’re going through my sketchbook and giving questioning looks and I swear to God I’m just a deranged artist and not a serial killer” AU.
  • “We live next door to each other and I can see you through the window while you’re dancing to your iPod in your flannel pajamas and disheveled hair and God you’re a dork” AU.
  • “I’ve been standing in line at the coffee shop for hours and you casually cut through for your drink but also buy me my favorite blend and now I’m not so sure what to make of you” AU.
  • “I’m sick so you make me chicken soup and I’m really grateful but I’ve also seen you read books on magical spells and potion-making so I’m not sure if I should drink your soup in case it turns me into a toad” AU.
  • “There’s a scrawny black cat in our neighborhood that hates everyone and everything but follows you around for some reason and I see you pet it and feed it fish fries are you a witch” AU
  • “I’m a perpetual frowner and most certainly not a morning person and I work part-time at a breakfast bar and your disheveled hair and content smile as you eat my waffles and scrambled eggs is the only thing that can get me to smile” AU.
  • “You’re the one in class who has tattoos all over their arms and piercings and everybody’s scared of you and one day I catch you watching cat videos and doodling in the middle of a lecture and wow you’re a dork” AU.
  • “I work part-time as a cashier at the local corner store and you come here regularly to shop and bond with me over the microwavable chicken bites so how about I take you out on a proper date instead?” AU.
  • “I’m the owner of a magic shop and you discover my magics one day when you walk in on my cat flying around inside the shop on a broom and now I have to take you in as my apprentice or turn you into a toad” AU.
  • “You’re the health-conscious med student and I’m the chain-smoking art student who’s also your barista and you leave me notes on smoking and lung health on your napkins and also a 20-page essay on lung cancer tucked under your saucer” AU.
  • “You’re a tea-lover yet you come to the coffee shop where I work at just to see my foam art and you give me hefty tips regularly so I’ve taken it upon myself to master the art of tea-making just for you” AU.
  • “I’m a fashion major and I’m working on my illustrations and maybe I’ve had too much coffee but I swear I just saw one of the mannequins move so here I am calling you in the middle of the night please help I’m scared” AU.
  • “You work at a fast food restaurant and as you hand me my food you lecture me for ruining my health what is this hypocrisy” AU.
  • “I’m egging a random person’s house to relieve stress and you join me and as it turns out the house belongs to your ex and now they are chasing us as well as the police and now we’re both in jail waiting to be bailed so um you wanna talk about it?” AU.
The Zodiac Signs at a Formal Dinner

Aries: Either getting excited by everything or really chill, ‘I could get used to this’

Taurus: Pretty quiet, mainly enjoying the food and being with their friends

Gemini: Ordering some dish they’ve never tried that they don’t know how to pronounce

Cancer: Enjoying the atmosphere, has better manners than usual

Leo: Dressed to the nines in their best attire and poised the whole 

Virgo: Straightening out the napkins and forks, silently judging anything that isn’t clean because “It’s supposed to be fancy!”

Libra: In their element, drinking wine and leading conversations

Scorpio: Orders the most expensive alcoholic drink and savors the evening

Sagittarius: Forgets their troubles, makes light conversation and listens to others talk, probably tries to have good manners, fails, then gives up

Capricorn: Glaring at anyone making a lot of noise, at their table or any other, polite and well-mannered

Aquarius: Is the only one who knows how to say the names of everything on the menu, is not impressed or tries not to act impressed by the restaurant

Pisces: Making small talk, happy to see all their friends together, bubbly

A sketch of a small Hokkaido style ramen restaurant we ate at the other day. I took some photos of the storefront for my next series, but as I had no photos of the interior I wanted to do a quick sketch while I still remember the layout.

Technical stuff:

  • Medium: WATSON white watson 190g
  • Sketch: 2B Mitsu-bishi Hi-Uni pencil
  • Colours: 38 color Schmincke set + 2 custom greens.

このあいだ北海道ラーメンを食べたお店です。店構えのイラストシリーズのために外観を撮りましたが、中の写真がなくて、まだレイアウトを覚えている内にスケッチを描いてみました。

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  • 紙: ミューズ ホワイトワトソン 190g 
  • 下描き: 2B  Mitsu-bishi Hi-Uni 鉛筆
  • 着色: 38色のシュミンケ水彩セット

Every time I see that new official art where Victor and Yuuri are training in Russia this….. thing pops into my head

When they first get there Yuuri is like “are you gonna give me a tour?” And Victor is like “sure!” He then shows Yuuri around the entire building, starting from the locker rooms, going through the hallways with him and showing the small restaurant/cafe where all the skaters eat when they train for hours and hours a day.

Then Victor pulls him to a dark hallway somewhere deep in the building, presses him against the wall and kisses him so hard because “you’re here. You’re here living with me, training with me. I’m so happy.” It gets kinda hot and heavy until after like 10 minutes they can hear Yakov yelling their names somewhere in the distance. They pull away from each other, huge grins on their faces and Yuuri is blushing a little. Victor drops his head on Yuuri’s shoulder, breathing heavy and he’s like “do we have to go there? Can’t I just take you home?”

Yuuri chuckles, gently wraps an arm around his neck and says “I want to test the ice and I wanna see you skate here. I’ve seen videos from your practices but I want to actually see you here in your home rink.” And then Victor blushes because !!!! And he kisses his fiancée one last time, a gentle peck on his lips before leading him back to the rink where all the other skaters and a very pissed Yakov is waiting, complaining about how Victor was supposed to quickly show Yuuri around and it’s been over an hour!  Victor and Yuuri just smile at him as Yuuri apologizes for being late.

Georgi is probably looking at them with hearteyes because “ah, that young love” And Mila is grinning knowingly at them, giving them a thumbs up from behind Yakov’s back

His || Jungkook || 0.17

Member: Jungkook x Reader

Type: Angst, Fluff, Smut.

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brought to you by me spending midnight to six thirty am in the airport, the obligatory “dregs stuck overnight in an airport” post, written by me on no sleep

  • nina heads immediately for the late-night coffee shop
  • matthias is that friend who’s like “we should probably try and sleep” and insists that sleeping on seats in the departure lounge is manageable, also refuses to admit that nobody can fall asleep on them and lies there for a good three hours just to make a point
  • jesper spends a good amount of time just walking around and exploring, wandering in and out of all the shops, going up and down stairs and corridors just to see what’s there (until an irate security guard pointedly redirects him back into the central departure lounge).  he probably drags wylan with him 
  • there’s a small twenty-four hour restaurant that they both end up at and spend most of the night in.  they order full meals and drinks just because they can, and stay way past the time the staff should have made them leave.  wylan falls asleep sometime after four, lying across one of the benches with his head on jesper’s legs
  • jesper is more than alright with this arrangement.  sitting there absentmindedly running a hand through wylan’s hair and people-watching is more peaceful than you might expect a relatively crowded airport to be in the early hours of the morning
  • after a few hours, matthias finally admits defeat and joins nina at the coffee shop.  she grins and wordlessly slides a mug over to him.  they have a makeshift date in the early hours of the morning (matthias tells nina about the book he’s reading.  she makes him listen to an entire album of obnoxious pop music she stole from jesper.) and it’s actually matthias’ favourite part of the whole trip
  • kuwei’s been in the corner with his headphones and a book since they checked in, but will occasionally look up to complain about how uncomfortable the seats are or how long they’re waiting.  he’s also that asshole that can fall asleep anywhere and eventually does just that, curled up on one of the airport seats in the most uncomfortable-looking position, but he’s fine
  • nina finds out the duty free shop is open all night and almost misses boarding with how long she’s in there.  she emerges with armfuls of new purchases and has to sit on her suitcase to make them all fit
  • kaz is Not a fan of airports.  they’re too busy and bright and crowded and there’s nowhere comfortable to sit if you can even find an empty seat, there’s too many tourists, everything is overpriced,
  • he probably just sits in the least-crowded area he can find, sipping coffee and scrolling on his phone.  after a while, inej joins him.  she doesn’t sleep well in airports so they spend a couple of hours just sitting together in silence, until at one point kaz looks up and sees inej has fallen asleep, head resting on folded arms and hair falling across the table.  it doesn’t affect him in the slightest, not at all, he’s definitely not staring
  • (he certainly doesn’t drape his jacket around her shoulders before going back to his coffee and his phone.  nina didn’t see a thing.  shut up, nina.)
Tree Bros Oneshot: Evan’s Birthday

AN: hey everyone! this is my first deh oneshot, so i hope you enjoy. 

July 10: Connor and Evan have been dating for a few months now, and today is Evan’s birthday. Connor has no idea what to get him, so he seeks help from his sister Zoe and Evan’s other friend Jared. Unfortunately, they’re as clueless as he is. 

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,123


“I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know!” Connor panicked, pacing back and forth in his bedroom.

It was currently noon, and Connor had planned to pick up Evan for a little birthday date at four, but there was one problem. He didn’t have a present. 

“Dude, calm down. Just get him like a plant or something. He likes trees, right?” Jared sat in Connor’s office chair, spinning in circles and acting calmer than the Murphy boy. 

“Why don’t you buy him a Keurig? Everyone loves Keurigs,” Zoe chimed in. She was sprawled out on Connor’s bed with her head hanging upside down off the side. 

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SINCERELY, YOUR NEW FWB

Originally posted by magiccastles

anon said : can you do a yugyeom enemy to fwb smut where the reader is a bit younger? thank you!

Summary : You say you can’t stand him. He tells you to take a seat then.

Warnings : language, smut

Word Count : 2.8k+


If Yugyeom interrupted the lecturer one more time, you were going to take the stapler off of the desk and staple his lips shut. Okay… not really. That was a really gross thought actually. You discreetly shook your head, trying to get the image the thought had conjured out of your mind.

You had been thrilled to be selected as a TA during your first year of college. The thrill had lessened slightly as the year had progressed. Honestly it wasn’t the job that had lessened the thrill. Everything would have been fine if Yugyeom wasn’t a student in the only class you were working as a TA in.

Yugyeom. College Junior. Majoring in dance. Minoring in music. A complete jerk.

It seemed that he’d made it his job to annoy every serious college student, go to every college party, and to have sex with every hot college girl. And one more thing… what was it… oh yeah! He’d made it his job to annoy the shit out of you.

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Business and Pleasure - Part 9

Summary:  Bucky AU. After a major deal falls through, your father’s business almost falls apart. In a desperate attempt to save his livelihood, he seeks the help of his oldest friend, George Barnes, who happens to be the CEO of one of the most influential businesses in New York. He agrees, but on one condition. You have to marry his son.

Word Count: 1,715

Warnings: Swearing

Originally posted by snowfox934

In the hours that passed, you found yourself growing more and more excited for your date with Bucky.  It was strange, you thought, that your situation had changed so quickly. Your relationship had more than its fair share of ups and downs so far. Perhaps this was going to be the turning point.

After Bucky explained the photo, you immediately texted Wanda, filling her in on everything that had happened that afternoon. You didn’t mention the fight that the article caused, though. If she had known, she would have felt extremely guilty. It wasn’t her fault, after all. Even if her text had led to your rash actions, she had only been trying to protect you, to make sure you were safe and happy. She meant well.

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Headcanons galore!

So I’m not really in the mood to write but I also want to fantasize so here we go:

-Lucien wanting dat booty 24/7 but instead of doing the shady sex-in-the-broom-closet he just does hidden caresses in public like they’ll be in the winter court or smth and he’ll just quickly move his hand from the small of Elain’s back to squeeze her butt super quick and pretends like nothing happened and Elain blushes just a teeennnsssyyy bit

-Feysand DEFINITELY have pamper evenings like 100% no smut involved nights with hot chocolate/tea and comfortable pajamas and exfoliating the body (You can’t convince me Rhys doesn’t do that I will throw ACOTAR with it’s “perfectly groomed eyebrow” at your face)

-Cassian’s daughter NEVER LETS HIM WORK during meetings, she’ll make a huge fuss and will only be quelled by daddy being with her until Nesta is forced to hand her over to Cassian and he in turn is forced to take her to the meeting he’s having with Rhys, Azriel, Feyre and Amren. Cue his little warrior wriggling aLL OvER tHE plaCE and demanding her father’s attention be solely on her and nowhere else. Have you seen that video of that sports player and his daughter (I think her name was Riley)?? that’s them.

-Modern AU where snapchat is the Inner Circle’s SHIT and Rhysand accidentally sends a nude to the group chat and IT IS NEVER FORGOTTEN

-Also Modern AU where Elain is obsessed with small cafes and tiny restaurants and Lucien just chugs down his 4 shots of espresso from Starbucks and doesn’t give a shit (until Elain pleads) (Because he is helpless with that face)

Valentines Day Dates with the crows

Kaz & Inej:
- Kaz leaves a note by Inej’s bed before she gets up with a note that says Come to the rooftop. It is not signed, but she could pick out his handwriting 
- He has a bundle of black roses for her. Inej does not know where they came from. Ketterdam flower shops did not sell black roses.
- She gives him a knife, not unlike her own. For some reason he still uses the knife he ever had as a child. He smiles at her
- He still calls her wraith, but there is something different in his voice, love perhaps
- They sit and talk quietly, watching the sun rise over the harbor, and they watch the couples wander around Ketterdam
- Kaz occasionally attempts to compliment her. The first few times sound…less like compliments but they get better as the day progresses. Nonetheless he is still an awkward teenage boy in the end
- After a few hours they get down and wander the shadows of Ketterdam
- They end up at the docks on the richer side of Ketterdam. Kaz tentatively puts his gloved hand in Inej’s as if to test it out. She smiles at him
- They eat mediocre noodles and drink hot chocolate at a small restaurant in the South end of town. It had been one of the first places he had shown her when she arrived in Ketterdam.
- The two continue to wander around, looking into the windows of random shops, and reminiscing about little moments they had together, such as Kaz showing Inej where the generous shopkeepers were, or Inej showing a grudging Kaz how to braid
- When they get back to Crow Club he stops her and pulls out a small object wrapped in a red handkerchief. It’s an obsidian crow necklace
- Kaz pulls down his shirt to reveal a matching necklace. Inej can’t help but smile. Tentatively, she hugs him. He hugs back, but immediately lets go. She doesn’t push it she respects his boundaries
- They end up on the roof, eating the Crow Club’s signature bread and end the day with a shot of expensive whiskey. Inej rarely drinks,  except when with Kaz. The flowers sit on Inej’s bedside table. 

Wylan & Jesper:
 -  So much food oh my god
- Both ended up getting one another chocolate
- Wylan got Jesper a box of the fancy chocolates he used to have as a child, because he wanted Jesper to know more of his life than just the trauma he went through
- Jesper had somehow managed to hand craft a flute out of dark chocolate for Wylan
- The walk downtown and hold hands the entire time and casually joke about buying each other stupid little trinkets
- They go to a nearby bakery and each other boxes of pastries they think the other will like
- The pastries turn into their lunch
- Wylan has a fancy dinner prepared for them at his manor, with a hearty selection of meats and liquor for both of them to choose from.
- In the middle of dinner, Jesper pulls out a box. He gives it to Wylan. Inside is a ring with the Van Eck family crest on it.
- “This is yours, it belongs to the firstborn Van Eck of each generation” he tells Wylan, “I nicked it back before you showed up, figured Van Eck would want it back but no, it’s my honor to give to you, my prince”
- Cue Wylan blushing and almost crying
- Jesper learns Wylan’s alcohol tolerance is incredibly low
- They slow dance in the main hall, which is decked out in  
- They cuddle together on the couch. Wylan eventually passes out in Jesper’s arms.
- When he wakes up, Jesper carries Wylan up to the balcony, stopping along the way to allow Wylan to throw up. He smiles sympathetically. He himself had been in that position many times
- They sit on the balcony and watch the stars. There is a shooting star. Wylan leans over and kisses Jesper as it passes.

Nina & Matthias:
- Matthias had never celebrated Valentines Day in Fjerdia so Nina insists on going all out
- She buys him pink and white roses and some “inexplicably” end up braided into his hair. There is also a yellow tulip in the mix. Matthias assumes it got there by accident
- Nina constantly flirts with Matthias
- He responds by grumbling, blushing, and “grudgingly” saying I love you
- They go out for waffles. Matthias is initially reluctant to indulge himself but eventually caved in and ate double the amount Nina did
- The two teasing one another about coffee orders(Matthias takes his black and Nina thinks it’s disgusting, but she takes it with plenty of hazelnut creamer and sugar and he thinks it’s the devil’s semen)
- Nina wants to take him out to dinner.
- While Nina is prepping to go out, Matthias finds a small bakery and buys Nina a giant box of moon cakes.
- Matthias is in a midnight blue suit and a black tie that Nina tailored for him as a gift. It compliments his hair well
- Nina is in a gorgeous red and white silk dress
- Dinner turned out to be a nice upscale bar with plenty of good food and mead
- Both get drunk
- Nina also manages to go through 7 margaritas
- Somehow Nina convinces Matthias to sing Karaoke with her
- It turns out he can sing, quite well. Everyone is surprised. Nina is absolutely in love. 
- They sit at a booth in the corner of the bar with plate of various appetizers sobering up a little
- After a few hours, the two begin to head back to Crow Club. Halfway there, Nina stops and stares at the moonlight glistening off the water. It is beautiful
- Matthias leans in and kisses her. They kiss under the moonlight before heading back, hand in hand.
- They immediately pass out in Matthias’ bed once they return. Everyone else, save for the few, lonely drunks, was long asleep.

oh, man, i saw this post, which has reminded me of A Story, which i will now share with you.

so: i used to work at a restaurant that did this. it was a hole in the wall ~italian~ place run by an absolute disaster of a man. he was called john, and john was, amongst other things, bad at planning and also a cheapskate.

and see, perhaps you’ve heard “cheapskate” and you’re thinking “responsible business owner who would like to not incur more costs than he has to”, but no, friends. the thing that i mean is “so cheap that he refused to pay the cooks to be there for a whole shift, because we could do fine without them.”

to reiterate: this was a restaurant, and he felt that cooks were an unreasonable expense.

“but misha!” you might say, “how on earth can a restaurant function without anyone working the fucking kitchen?”

and that, friends, is where the giant buckets of pasta come in.

john would pay his cooks to come in for a couple hours before the restaurant opened, and they’d do all the cooking them. trays of meatballs and chicken breasts, huge tubs of sauce, stockpots full of the day’s soup, and, yes, giant tubs of cooked pasta, separated by shape.

when the cooks left for the day, they’d leave a giant pot of boiling water on the stove and a hot flattop next to that. there was also a line of four microwaves under one of the counters. and there were servers. (like me!)

so people would come in and be seated, and we’d go out and take their order. then we’d go back to the kitchen and chuck a couple of store-bought rolls into the oven to create the illusion that they were ~house baked~. while the rolls heated, we’d get their salad. the salad which was accomplished by grabbing a fistful of greens out of the greens tub and tossing it on a plate, then topping it with the appropriate cheeses and other misc veg. (there was literally a tub of misc veg for the house salads–shreds of carrot and uneven half-moons of radish, plus whatever other veg john had ordered and needed to use up. wooly, watery tomato wedges lived in the next tub over.)

next up was assembling their supper. this was the 90s, so you could still get away with serving every single thing on your menu as part of a giant bowl of pasta. the whole menu was designed around this. chicken parm was spaghetti, red sauce, grilled chicken, and mozzarella cheese. pasta carbonara was spaghetti, gloppy alfredo sauce, and some pre-cooked bacon that you threw onto the flattop for a minute or two. chicken piccata was spaghetti, grilled chicken, lemon-garlic butter sauce, capers, and parmesan. you might be noticing a pattern. sometimes it was shrimp instead of chicken, or pork, but the rest of it was always the same.

so you get back to the kitchen, and you’d haul out the giant tub of the pasta they’d chosen, and drop a serving into the boiling water for about thirty seconds or so, just long enough to heat it. while it heated, we’d microwave their sauce, and, if needed, either microwave their protein or toss it onto the flattop for a minute. scrape it all into one of those weird bowl-plates that restaurants love, and tada, you’ve just cut your boss’s labor costs in half.

ok, but remember how i said that john was bad at planning? john was *bad at planning*, friends. he hired cooking staff, but as far as he was concerned, he was the chef, and the overseer of all kitchen functions. including how much of a thing to cook, and when to cook it. given that he was a cheap bastard, maybe you’re thinking that this is a hilarious story about the time that the pasta buckets ran empty, which would be a reasonable, if incorrect, thing to think.

john, you see, was very convinced that the restaurant was going to be A Success. (spoiler alert: it was not.) according to john, any day now, things were just gonna TAKE OFF. and so he had people cooking as if every night was going to be the night that things picked up.

this was a small restaurant, ok? maybe twenty tables, and i never saw more than half of them full. i don’t think that i ever worked with more than one other server, and often i’d be working by myself, even during the dinner “rush” when we might have as many as five or six tables full at a time.

but tonight! tonight was gonna be the night it all changed. every tonight. and so every day, the cooks would boil pound upon pound of dry pasta, and every day they’d oil the pasta and pack it into tubs, and every day they’d put the tubs in the cooler under the counter so we could assemble the meals that evening. five or six of those big plastic tubs, all of them at least half full of different types of pasta, tucked away under the counter. but, you know, whatever; that’s what passed for an italian restaurant in small town america circa the mid 90s.

and so we continued, the cooks boiling pasta before open and the servers awkwardly assembling meals in the kitchen and john glaring at us all from his office. until that day, that fateful day, when we rant out of misc veg for house salads, and john told me to go into the cooler and get more.

i’d never been in the cooler before. i walked in and looked around for the veg bucket, and then did a double take. there in the cooler, stacked along the wall, was tub upon tub of pasta. i don’t mean the standard five or six that lived under the counter, i mean like fifty or sixty, just piled atop each other, like a wall built out of lego, only the lego in this scenario were clear plastic tubs, each of them at least half full of what i can only assume was finely aged, lightly oiled pasta. fucking dozens of them.

i walked out of the cooler. i couldn’t find the vegetables, i said, and then ignored john while he cussed me out before going to get the tub himself. i couldn’t stop thinking about the wall of pasta.

after my shift, i walked two miles home in the dark, still thinking about the wall of pasta. thinking things like, what the fuck. why. WHY.

i didn’t go back to work after that. i didn’t call or anything, i just didn’t go. why the fuck would anyone need that much pasta? john called my house after i missed the shift and told me i was fired, which seemed, honestly, like an ok outcome.

the restaurant closed a month or two later. john declared bankruptcy, and the contents of the restaurant were sold off to pay his debts.

i wonder how much they got for the pasta wall.

anonymous asked:

Hi. May you please do a short fic with Sombra, Widowmaker, Tracer, or Reaper with a female S/O who has an anxiety attack? I been needing something like that for awhile, honestly. Thank you if so.

Originally posted by mercyish

Sombra

At first you told yourself you would’ve been okay. Sombra had told you to wait and keep watch on her gear as she went to steal some data for Talon.

In the time it took her to come back, a guard had spotted you and tried to take you down. As scared as you were when he tightly grabbed you by the hair, you shot him down. When Sombra saw the dead guard and you huddled up next to the gear, crying and shaking, she quickly and carefully approached you.

“ y/n, honey it’s me, it’s Sombra.” she said at first, poking your shoulder. It didn’t help much as you started to hyperventilate, your hands shaking aggressively as you aimlessly tried to swat the poking away.

Sombra was quick to act and searched inside one of her bags in the gear pile. She found a small incense stick and quickly lit it, letting the soothing smell help wind you down. She placed it away enough so it didn’t overwhelm you as she gently rubbed your back.

“I’m here amiga, I’m here…” She said soothingly as you slowly snapped out of the sense of panic. When you did, you wrapped your arms around Sombra in a hug. Sombra had called for backup by then to help her gather all her gear as she held you in her arms. Carrying you to the airship since her job was done.

Originally posted by aurelinsol

Amelie Lacroix - Widowmaker

The first few years where you shared a room with Amelie were cold. Cold in the regard that she wouldn’t get close to you or speak to you much. You were usually the one doing the talking.

But as time passed and stress got to you, you stopped being the one talking. Everything gradually became too much and you concaved in yourself, turning to a shaky and sobbing mess in that little room you and Amelie shared.

Amelie had found your shaking form facing the corner of the room, like a small child put in the naughty corner. The Frenchwoman softly stepped closer to you, staring, unsure of what contact to make.

“Y/n?” she asked, waiting for a reply. When you tilted your head, she took it as a sign you were listening.

“Did something upset you?” she asked again, waiting for a decent time until you finally nodded.

For hours, the two of you chatted back and forth, Amelie wasn’t really sure why she was putting all this effort on you. But it felt warm inside to hear your soft laughs as you calmed down. The more you talked, the more she liked you.

Amelie decided to braid your hair as you two talked for almost the rest of the night.

Originally posted by dajo42

Lena Oxton - Tracer

Usually with most panic attacks, you have a few seconds to get some privacy before you melt down like ice cream on a hot day. This was different however.

The two of you had gone out for dinner when a group of snarky adults entered the small restaurant you two were in. Being the bigoted people they seemed to be they began to poke fun at the pair of you, mostly on Lena.

At first the two of you paid no mind at their words, but the longer they talked about Lena, the more venomous their words became.

You had enough and quickly stood up, walking over to the group, “Could you please stop that?” you asked, but only got laughter in reply.

“Or what sweetcheeks? you gonna cry?” one of the men asked, the sneer in his tone blatant.

“No. I’m going to get the manager.” you stated, one of the other men, who was clearly intoxicated, began spitting slurs at you as he snatched a handful of your hair, preparing to give you a beating.

Lena was quick to act as she rushed to help you out. Striking at the drunk man’s wrist so he could let go of you. She then proceeded to knee the man in the groin, stunning him. She then quickly put down on your table money for the food and picked you up, quickly walking out before anyone noticed your panic attack.

You could easily remember every time that someone grabbed your hair. The fear of what could’ve happened if Lena wasn’t there was mainly why you were having this panic attack.

Lena held you close as you sobbed out a jumble of apologies, trying to keep yourself together, even if it was a futile attempt. But Lena was there, hugging you close, “Shh, It’s okay love, you’re going to be okay. I got you.” She’d whisper for you as she rubbed your back, soothingly taking you out of this panic attack.

“Thank you for standing up for me y/n. That was very kind of you.” She said as she kissed your forehead.

Originally posted by etlabetes

Gabriel Reyes - Reaper

Gabriel knew you had a distaste for city environments. In the past, he would’ve loved to be in the city, but now, donned into the look of the reaper, he hates it just as much as you. The loud noise burns in his ears and the smell of smoke is worse than the smell of gore from the omnic crisis in his opinion.

So when you two had a three month long mission in a city, he knew he’d have to look out for you alot. The first week was the most stressful one for you. People were everywhere, like maggots on a carcass, it felt crushing, restraining, and soon enough you were breathless, taking small gasps as you went through the crowd. The smell of smoke, oil and sweat crammed your nose, bringing forward the gag reflex.

In only half an hour, you were almost dead from how overwhelmed you were. Quickly, you made your way back to the apartment Talon had assigned for you and Gabriel. Slamming the door shut you ran to the bathroom and hunched over the toilet, the noise of cars honking still in your ears, buzzing as white noise. the stinky, cheesy sauce from a man’s meal had spilled by accident on your arm, the smell setting off your gut as you retched and heaved, but nothing came out. 

You cried and cried, shaking and heaving as you huddled to the toilet. You couldn’t really feel Gabriel beside you, holding your hair back and rubbing with one hand your shoulder. He soothingly hummed an odd tune but it wasn’t helping as much as the shoulder rub.

After a solid hour, it passed, and you were a mess.

“It’s going to be fine sweetheart, next time we’ll go out for food at night.” He suggested, massaging away the stress from your shoulders as he nuzzled his face to your forehead.