#Instant Pot Hard Boiled Eggs

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You’re Mine

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Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem!Reader

Genre: Smut

Words: 1.5k+ 

Warnings: 18+, minors DNI, jealousy, fingering, daddy kink, asphyxiation, sort of public sex being that people are on the other side of a door...

Summary: Natasha has always had a thing for you being hers and only hers. It's one of the things you love about her. However, it's impossibly hard not to rile her up because of her tendency to get overprotective and possessive. This time, you may have pushed her too far. So much so that she takes matters into her own hands with a lot more urgency than what you're used to.

A/n: my finger slipped and turned my laptop's whore mode on xxx

Emerald eyes were glued to the hand on your thigh. Of course, Maria hadn't meant to stir the pot when she'd harmlessly laid her hand down. Someone had made a joke, and after a series of light slaps, her hand just settled. It wasn't uncomfortable initially, but as Natasha's eyes continued to bore into you, it certainly was.

The next thing to do was to simply move Maria's hand away. Yet, there was something so satisfying about Nat's flushed face, reddening from anger, and her auburn hair that seemed to burn brighter similarly that - you didn't care to admit it - made your stomach tense in the best of ways. Was it a good idea to egg her on? Of course not. That didn't stop you from leaning into the casual contact from Maria. The lonely hand on your knee was soon joined by yours.

If Natasha wasn't pissed off before, she sure as hell was now, and you couldn't blame her. It would have been too much for anyone to handle, what with the exaggerated laughs, nudges, and non-existent space between you and Maria. You served up a platter of green and practically spoon-feed envy straight into Nat's mouth, which was now clenched together.

"A word outside," Nat said, suddenly standing above you. The veins in her neck were strained and pulsing; her nostrils flared as heaved breaths racked through her whole body. The tight-fitted shirt she wore rose and fell plain as day, and from this sight alone, you realised you may have pushed too far.

Not waiting for a response, Natasha grabbed your wrist, pulling you up and out of the room - ignoring the following sets of eyes.

Once you were away from said prying eyes, the older woman had you backed against the wall in an instant, eyes of fury scorching through you.

"You think I'd let that slide?" She seethed, wrapping her fingers around your throat, "Do I need to remind you that you're mine?"

The tight, possessive coiling of her fingers burned down your chest and ignited a fire between your legs. Nat had never been shy about where she stood on you getting comfortable with others. Even mentioning previous relationships would have repercussions. Often, these were reminders of how said relationships lacked vital things only Natasha could give you, i.e., the ability to walk the next day.

"No," you squeaked.

"It's obvious I do," Nat growled, sliding a hand between your bodies and roughly palming your breast.

The beginnings of a moan caught in your throat as the auburnette squeezed her fingers tighter around your neck. In some ways, you knew it would boil down to this, though you expected the display of dominance and ownership to come later in the night, when everyone was fast asleep, and no sound made would penetrate the alert ears that filled the room the other side of the wall.

You tried pleading with her, "Nat, they'll hear."

"Let them," she said, her lips inching closer to your ear, "It seems they also need a reminder of who you belong to."

"Nat," you attempted again before you were cut off by the sharp feel of her teeth biting the flesh under your ear.

With her hand still firmly holding you against the wall, airways fighting to get oxygen in, she lowered her hand down your ribcage and cupped your clothes cunt. Adrenaline coursed through your veins, knowing what was to come. It would have been easy for you to say stop or to have pushed Nat away entirely, but excitement was bubbling under the surface, and a large part of you wanted this. To be owned. To be claimed. To be reminded of what happens when you forget your place.

"You want daddy's fingers, don't you?" She muttered into your ear, her tone low, her voice raspy.

"Yes," you shamelessly breathed out.

In one quick move, your body was flipped, face pressed against the wall and hands on either side of your face. One of Natasha's hands held your hip in place, the other slithered between the wall and your stomach, slowly moving south. Deft fingers trailed a line up your thigh, reaching the waistband of your panties and wasted no time delving into the sticky mess she'd created.

"Did having Maria's hands all over you do this?" Nat asked, the disdain in her voice evident.

Having her so close to where you needed, yet refusing to appease your growing desire, had you shaking your head and wriggling your hips, trying to position your clit over her stubborn fingers. However, Natasha was unrelenting and moved her hand away entirely, resting on your jaw and yanking it back so you could face her.

"Tell me who your cunt belongs to," she demanded.

Behind the anger and lust that donned her eyes, once light sage, the shade of dark juniper, you saw a hollowness that encircled and sought to wreak havoc on the one certainty she held sacred - you. Of course, you had always made it clear that you were hers and she was yours, but despite her tough bravado, sometimes she also needed to be reminded. After all, the avenger was only human.

"You," your voice crackled in your throat, desperately trying to remain quiet yet sure in your words when all you wanted was to be mercilessly fucked against the wall, "you, you and only you."

"Good girl." she pecked the underside of your jaw. A smirk lined her smooth, balmed lips as she did so.

You could have cried with joy when Natasha released you and trailed her finger back down to your underwear. Instead, you settled for a soft moan of gratitude when you felt the pressure radiate off your body and the beginnings of lazy circles drawn over your clit.

Despite the urgency that flooded through you and the precarious place where your body was being taken, Nat showed no signs of being in a rush. The languish exploration of a place she knew all too well was still being undergone after gruelling minutes. A complaint had touched the tip of your tongue so many times, and as if the older woman knew when it was coming, she'd give you the tiniest taste of relief and settle back into the depth of endless torture.

It was too much. A lump was caught in your throat, your bottom lip was sore from the firm bite of your teeth, and your body fought to keep itself upright and steady while simultaneously trying to remain docile.

"Please, daddy," you begged, rucking your hips for the hundredth time, "Fuck me."

Immediately, you sensed the change in Nat's stature. She stood taller and closed the space between your bodies, pressing her chest firmly to your back and pushing you further into the wall. The cold paint was welcome against your flushed cheek and cut your gasp off short.

This newfound calm would only last a millisecond before two fingers penetrated the junction between your legs, and a fire set ablaze every living cell in your body.

There was no need to move anymore because the expeditious pace and vigour of Natasha's talented fingers left you sated - in addition to clouding your conscious mind. The only task necessary to focus on, thanks to the body and hand holding you in place against the wall, was breathing.

"Say it again," she ordered.

The moment her thumb made contact with your throbbing clit, a bolt of lightning plummeted through your spine and forced your neck to snap back with a silent whimper. Thankfully, the avenger's quick reflexes came to her aid. She moved her head in time for the back of your head to crash down on her shoulder. The thudded contact would have been painful had it not been for your senses being somewhat preoccupied with the brain-numbing ecstasy that was reaching its peak.

"Fuck me, daddy!"

Careful to make sure the force of her body would be enough to keep you upright, the auburnette wound her arm around your body and placed her hand firmly around your neck. Everything around you faded and ceased to exist; the floor beneath your feet was gone, and you were floating on cotton clouds. You dragged your nails down the wall in an effort to grasp onto something tangible. Instead, the mix of the dulled scratching sounds and emptiness in your palms left you increasingly consumed by the ethereal feeling of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

"I'm going to come, daddy," you cried out, surely extracting a snigger from someone on the other side of the wall, "Please keep going."

"You're mine," Natasha uttered into your ear, squeezing the sides of your throat harder. She ran her thumb faster over your clit, curved her fingers at the end of each thrust, and within the next few seconds, the stars in your visions illuminated a blacked-out night sky.

"Mine."

When you regained the ability to see again, you spun around and crashed your lips to Nat's. It took her by surprise, though quickly enough, she reciprocated and poured every ounce of love she had into the kiss.

"I'm yours," you whispered softly against her lips, "and only yours."

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lucky hunch , nirei akihiko

x gn!reader ! nirei cooks you ramen, can be read as both romantic or platonic relationship, he breaks comes into your house while you're not there

author's note: this is actually a lot shorter than expected but it's fine :P

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it's been a long, long day. the whole week, you've been tired, overworked, and... tired. you've been trying to put up an cold front so nobody would bother you, because sympathy— actually, more like pity from people would just piss you off more. luckily and unbeknownst to you, one person on earth managed to notice; nirei.

once again, your parents are out of town, so usually you would have the house to yourself. but this time, when you walk further into the hallway, you notice that the kitchen light was on. the closer you get, the more obvious it seems to get on who it is.

"ah— hot! hot!" and then a clatter of a pot. yeah, you're slightly concerned, but you're much more interested in what this certain someone is up to.

with a peek around the corner, you get a good view of the intruder in question, a head of blond hair standing at the oven. you're not surprised that nirei's here, but cooking while you're not at home? gripping onto the door frame, you try to lean a little closer. well, whatever he's cooking, it definitely smells good. good... and familiar. is that... your favourite instant ramen?

maybe not the instant version though. you can see the opened packet on the counter, multiple crumbs of the uncooked noodles spread around. there's also chopped up spring onions and carrots, beef packaging, nori sheets, and assumably hard boiled eggs in a clear measuring cup.

you make your steps quiet, slowly approaching behind him. "...aki?"

"AH!" the ladle im his hands fumbled around a bit before he gets a stable grip on it again. once he's seen it's you, his face immediately relaxes again, and nirei smiles softly. "oh, it's just you."

"what're you doing?" you tilt your head in curiousity, though it's pretty obvious what he is doing.

"oh! uh..." he chuckles nervously, looking off to the side. "you said something about not having anything in your fridge to eat, so i thought i'd cook you something before you came home.." the more he talks, the more his voice gives out and quietens.

now that wasn't expected. for a brief moment, your eyes widen. "seriously?"

"mm..." a small hum, a subtle nod following up with it. "are you mad? i don't mind stopping if you're not comfortable with this—"

"no! no, of course not." you glance down at the bowl, neatly presented noodles floating in a steaming broth. he starts to add in the meats that were set aside, carrots and eggs. "it looks really good."

"wanna try?" nirei dips the ladle into the broth, just enough for a small sip. you lean forward, blowing on the liquid to cool it down before finally swallowing it. it's difficult to mess up the flavour regardless, but somehow, it tastes a lot better than normal. for a bit, he's just staring at you, waiting for even the slightest reaction. "is it good?"

"mhm."

"ah!" he lets out what seems to be a breath of relief, and his shoulders relax. "i'm glad..."

"you thought i wouldn't like it?"

"i- i was a bit worried, to be honest."

"anything would taste good," "especially because this is my favourite. how did you remember?"

"just a hunch..." instinctively, he clutches at the small notepad in his pocket. "a lucky one, i guess." while you're distracted, he turns his head, mumbling to himself. "would it really be a hunch if i already knew?"

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[kins-gather-at-the-table]

Food for a Dogkin

chicken and gravy

easy chicken and biscuits

chicken-fried-steaks

pumpkin muffins

instant pot mashed carrots

perfect hard boiled eggs

homemade cookie crisp cereal

apple banana bread

[wnderkoo]

♡ BUILT FOR LOVE - TEASER!

It's been years since Jungkook left to pursue his dream of being a volleyball star, and while you couldn't be happier for him, you missed that love in your life. Years after your breakup, just when you finally think you might be okay without him, he comes back. After falling back into old patterns, you realise that Jungkook is a love worth fighting for.

pairing: jungkook x reader genre: second chances au | fluff, angst, smut word count: 14k+ (1k for the teaser) tags: volleyball player! jungkook, lovers to strangers to friends to lovers, tba!

teaser!

It wasn't odd for you to wake up in the middle of the night and sleepily make your way to the kitchen to scavenge for a late night snack. However, tonight your usual route is blocked and in your sleepy haze you don't realise until it's too late and you're tripping against the air mattress and landing on a solid, warm body.

A disgruntled 'oof' leaves your mouth as you land with very little grace on top of the firm planes of a firm chest.

It's more natural instinct than shock when Jungkook wraps an arm around your middle. The sudden weight on top of him was enough to get him up with start, but Jungkook relaxes when he feels a comforting, familiar, warmth around him.

"Yn? What happened?" he says, voice raspy with sleep.

God, that voice did something to your insides.

You don't move a muscle, hoping to everything you've ever believed in that you were still dreaming and that you didn't just fall on top of Jungkook in your search for food in the literal dead of night, but then Jungkook sits up and suddenly you're being held up by two strong arms.

Your mortification grows.

"I was looking for a snack.." you admit awkwardly.

It's almost pitch black in the apartment, save for the moonlight filtering in through your thin curtains, but you can see just enough to make out Jungkook's face and the soft curves of his face as he grins at you.

"Hungy girl," he chides, a raspy chuckle shaking his chest.

You blush at his words, thankful the low light in the room hid the roses blooming on your cheeks.

"Sorry for waking you," you mumble in apology when Jungkook lets out an involuntary yawn, his face scrunching up cutely as he tries to shake the sleepiness away.

Suddenly realising you were too comfortable sitting in his lap, you make a move to get up, and Jungkook lets you, also coming to his senses and realising he shouldn't have been touching you like that in the first place.

He doesn't know what possesses him to get up this early, but he follows you into the kitchen, eyes squinting close to shut when you flick the lights on. You cry out an apology, rushing to dim them.

In the softer light, Jungkook takes in your form. Hair messily spilling out of the bun that you put it into before you slept, baggy T-shirt hanging off your shoulder and the hint of cotton shorts under your top.

Undoubtedly, you still looked beautiful.

"Ramen?" you ask after rummaging through your pantry and pulling two instant packets from the shelf.

You hadn't had the chance to go shopping yet, so snacks were limited, and you weren't about to cook up an entire five course meal at this hour.

"Sure, do you want help?" Jungkook asks, standing beside you at the counter.

You spare a glance to your left, smiling at him as you shake your head. It wasn't that hard to boil some water and crack an egg.

You don't talk much as you wait for the water to boil, letting a comfortable silence fill the space between you.

You don't know if it's your tired mind playing games on you, but you swear you catch Jungkook watching you in the corner of your eye.. more than once.

Despite the heat rising to your cheeks, you shrug it off.

"Do you always get up in the middle of the night?" Jungkook asks from where he's taken a seat at the kitchen island, watching as you drop the ramen into a small pot.

Jungkook's eyes wash over you once again, noting how you don't even seem tired. It's been a few days since he moved in, and this had been the first time he'd woken up with you on top of him.

A part of him couldn't complain.

"Sometimes I get snacky," you shrug.

"You always were snacky," he smiles, staring at the counter- as if he were thinking intently about another time.

All the times he'd carry you to the kitchen after you'd complain about needing food, and like the soldier he was he always made sure you were fed.

"Have you been eating well?"

The question makes you stop, hand freezing in mid-air where it reaches for the bowls.

It was such a simple question, with a simple answer, yet it had your mind reeling at the gentleness in which it was asked with.

"Yes, I have."

You watch from the corner of your eye as Jungkook smiles at your answer, still looking at the counter in front of him.

You pass a bowl of ramen to Jungkook before taking a seat beside him. You mimic a cheers like motion which he mirrors before you both dig in to your midnight meals.

The sounds of your slurping fill the quiet space, soon joined by your shared laughter.

You didn't see much of Jungkook while you were home, since he had his responsibilities with volleyball and everything else that came with being a star athlete and all.

But when you did have time to talk, it was usually over some kind of food- either takeout or something homemade one of you dished up.

An accidental burp has you snapping your head to Jungkook, his eyes widening in embarrassment. Your eyes twinkle watching the way he throws his head back in laughter, tears forming in the crinkles of his eyes.

His lips are slightly swollen from the spice of the noodles, and you have to pinch your thigh beneath the table to stop yourself from staring at them too long.

Thankfully, Jungkook doesn't notice.

You eat and talk, his company providing a level of comfort that you can't explain.

Just for this moment, you could forgot about the past and the heartbreak, forget about everything and not have a care in the world.

In this moment, you had no history and no heavy weight on your shoulders of things left unsaid.

In this moment you were just two people, two friends, up at ungodly hours of the night eating food and enjoying each other's company.

And just for a moment, your heart didn't feel so heavy.

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if you liked this teaser please like and reblog! it's my first big oneshot since kismet and that seemed to do really well so i hope you like this one as well <3 i'm expecting it to be done in the next month or so, so please look forward to it! (taglist for this is open so just comment or ask to be added ♡)

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🍜 Kotone Shiomi x Shinjiro Aragaki 🍜 Beef Ramen

Kotone looked up and down the kitchen shelves and in the fridge. There was plenty to choose from, but nothing that particularly sparked her interest. And if something did catch her eye, it took a “too much effort” to prepare.

Other than the small meals she felt obligated to have at school, Kotone had been neglecting to eat properly. Often, she was absent from the S.E.E.S. dinner table, claiming that she simply held no interest in food that day. But she had to have something.

Instant cup ramen it is. Though boiling the water felt like a bit too much effort, it was the bare minimum she could do that wasn’t straight up eating the noodles hard and raw. No flavors particularly stood out to her as appetizing, though. Can’t go wrong with the basics, so chicken flavor it is.

She got a cup down and sighed at it. Even peeling the lid off felt like an awful lot of work. If it were not made of styrofoam, she would gladly microwave it, but she did not want all of S.E.E.S. to suffer the same fate as her parents did.

A little dramatic for a cup of noodles. They’d probably be fine anyways, should she stick it in the microwave for a minute. Regardless, the water wasn’t going to boil itself.

She began to fill a kettle with water, until she saw Shinjiro walk into the kitchen out of the corner of her eye.

"Kinda odd to see you in here" he remarked.

"I’m making myself something, for once," Kotone said, setting the half full kettle of tap water aside on the counter.

"Cup ramen. After all those times you skipped dinner?"

"It’s something at least."

"Thats practically nothin’ with how little you’ve been eatin’. Step aside, let me make you some real food," Shinjiro said.

Kotone stepped out of the way as Shinjiro took over the counter space. He took the kettle of warm water and dumped it down the sink, then he put the still unopened cup of noodles back onto the shelf.

"You gotta eat something at least half decent," Shinjiro said, grabbing his apron and tying it on. "And if you won’t make it, I will."

"Won’t the others jump you for cooking?"

"They’re gonna have to suck it up because I got more important things to worry about."

Kotone stood outside the kitchen and out of the way as she watched Shinjiro begin to gather the ingredients. She peeked in around the corner and watched as Shinjiro worked with admirable speed. He grabbed some considerably thick ramen noodles, eggs, beef, and some spices she didn’t catch the name of.

"Chicken won’t do you much good," Shinjiro remarked. "You need something hearty to get you back on your feet."

"Do you want me to help? I feel kinda bad that you’re doing this for me," Kotone offered.

Shinjiro shook his head. "Nah. Go wait at the table. I know what I’m doing."

Kotone listened to Shinjiro and went to sit at the table. She watched as he turned on the skillet and laid out hefty slabs of beef to roast, then filled a pot with water to begin cooking the noodles. The heavenly aroma alone was enough to spark an appetite in her once again, and apparently Koromaru felt the same, as he got up from the floor to investigate the source of the irresistible scent himself.

No dogs allowed in the kitchen was a general rule, that is, only when someone who cared to enforce it was around. Shinjiro was not one of said people. Kotone saw Koromaru waltz right into the kitchen and sit down, his wagging tail peering out from around the wall

"Arf!"

Shinjiro looked down as he was preparing the beef. She couldn’t see completely, but she knew Koromaru was looking at him with the same big-eyed wide-mouthed smile that was a one hit knockout to his heart. This time, Shinjiro had no reason to hide it. It wasn’t a big secret that he was rather fond of Koromaru like he was his own son, but he did his best to keep this fact hidden from the rest of S.E.E.S., with minimal success. Kotone knew this all too well, in fact, she had caught him early on, but he felt as if he had absolutely no reason to hide his love of animals from the woman he planned to spend the rest of his life.

"You want some too, Koro-chan?" Shinjiro asked him.

"Arf arf!"

"Here. Since you’re sitting like such a good little lad," Shinjiro said.

He grabbed a piece of beef that was roasting alone in the corner of the pan and handed it to Koromaru. It seemed to be a piece that he had especially set aside for him ahead of time. Kotone wouldn’t be the least bit surprised one bit if that were the case. Koromaru happily trotted out of the kitchen, slice of beef in his mouth. He looked up at Kotone for a brief moment as if he were saying, "you’re one lucky girl," in which she nodded her head acknowledging his silent words. Then, he sat down at his dog food bowl to happily chew away at his piece of beef in peace.

Kotone watched Koromaru with a smile, until Shinjiro sat down next to her with two rather large bowls of beef ramen. She looked down at the bowl that was slid in front of her. Immaculate work by Shinjiro as always. If she thought any lower of herself, she would’ve shoved her face right into the bowl and dug in like a barn animal.

"Eat up. It’s good for you," Shinjiro said.

Kotone picked up the chopsticks and carefully ate a small bite of ramen on the off chance that her body would reject its first real helping of food. The incredible flavoring hit her like a semi-truck, and it felt as if one hundred bites of Shinjiro’s cooking would be nowhere near enough to satisfy revitalized appetite. Unable to contain herself, she began eating them at a rate to rival Shinjiro. The uncontrollable smile on her face only made him smile in return.

"It’s nice to see you lookin’ in better spirits already," Shinjiro said. "Told ya a healthy meal works wonders."

Kotone, unable to speak with a mouth full of beef and noodles, gave Shinjiro a big smile and a thumbs up of approval.

"If you ever feel that shitty again, don’t hesitate to tell me. Ill whip us up somethin’."

Kotone took a breath in between bites. "Isn’t that a lot of work for you?"

"It isn’t a chore if I enjoy doing it. Besides, it’s the least I could do as thanks."

"Thanks for what?"

"Yknow, for being our leader, and everything."

"It’s no big deal."

"...And for being there for me and all that shit. Dammit, you know what I mean. I ain’t good with this crap."

Kotone ruffled Shinjiro's hair. "Of course I know what you mean, Shinji. I’m happy myself, as you’ve been opening up to me a lot more lately.”

"I haven’t the slightest clue what you mean," he said, casually looking away while blushing.

"Arf arf!" Koromaru interjected.

"Oh, but Koro certainly knows," Kotone said.

"Dammit, girl, just finish eating," Shinjiro said, unable to force away the smile on his face.

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Hey anon! Didn't post your message because it was transphobic and vile and you're a fucking weirdo for sending it!

The rest of this isn't for you or people like you.

Anyways hey friends, if you have a giant pot with a lid or a crock pot, you can make massive amounts of deeply nutritionally dense bone broth or vegetarian stock this fall! My go-to is a whole 12 pack of drumsticks that are on clearance, 2 small or one big onion (or one quart-size bag worth of scraps, you can use the roots and skins if you discard ones with too much dirt or rinse them before deep storage in a freezer,) 3 carrots, roughly chopped, mostly for color and earthy sweetness, and up to a whole head of garlic (roasting in the oven beforehand will pump up the flavor so hard and make any cold germs in your home weep in fear) put em in a pot with a bit of oil, do a few minutes of stirring and frying for the veggies to take on color, then add enough water to cover, pop on ur lid, bring to a low boil for 4-6 hours for ready-to-use strength, or 8-12 hours for concentrated gelatinous goodness (for either option pls check in on ur soup occasionally and stir/top off with water. You can add any powdered seasonings u want but bay leaf/onion/garlic/salt/pepper/ginger/cumin is my favorite blend, measure with ur heart!)

I like to get mayyyybe 60-80% of the fat off before storing because its so well seasoned and makes vegetables of any kind go so hard you'll never think about bioessentialism or heteronormativity ever again. Portion as much soup as you can stand into ice cube trays or other means of freezavle storage and squirrel it away for when you feel like shit and nothing will fix it, i PROMISE YOU good soup will at least help you find the first step. Season dish by dish as needed, i like making mugs of steamed egg with chili oil and soy sauce when i use my soup! The higher fat content also makes for a super satisfying mouthfeel if used for ramen (even instant!!!)

Obviously, if you're transphobic, this soup will magically turn into rat poison before you eat it. No way around that one. Suck it up. You'll never be able to enjoy a good soup the way someone too queer to see the boxes any one ingredient fits into can enjoy the experience of unity and wholeness. You'll never be cool. Do a kickflip lol.

[baede-6]

Hi! So I know this is a lil bit of a longer post, so you don't have to post it if you don't want to, but I thought maybe you'd like to read a fanfic I finished up today. It's about Eris and Drifter, but they do eat ramen during it hehe 😆

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"Drifter? What are you doing here?"

  Eris opened the door of her apartment wider, admitting a wet haired Drifter inside.

  Eris wore her usual robes, but without the armor on top, maling her look somewhat more tranquil. Her hood rested over her head, concealing most of her dark hair save for a few wisps that hung around her eyes, the glowing green of her concealed pupils studying the Drifter as he entered.

  "You walked here through the rain?" She asked, noting the drops of water weighing his hair down and sparkling in his beard.

  "Yeah, uhh," he ran his hand through his hair, slicking it back. "I just happened to be in the area, so I figured I'd drop by."

  "You just happened to be in the area?" Eris asked, eyeing him with suspicion.

  "Yeah... hey, you got somethin' cookin'?" He asked suddenly, sliding past Eris and walking into the small cramped kitchen.

  "It is only instant ramen." Eris told him, pushing by him to stir the noodles bubbling in the pot on the single stove eye.

  "Instant ramen, huh?"

  "It is what I had lying in my cupboard, and I am not in the mood to go out in the rain to buy freshly made ramen."

  The Drifter shrugged. "Reckon I hear that. You can't say no to a good 'ol pack of instant ramen. Anyway, I'll leave you to your dinner, Moondust. Just wanted to drop by 'n say hello."

  He shot her a grin, sliding a hand along her arm before turning back to the front door.

  "Wait." Eris said just as his hand began to twist the doorknob.

  "Yeah?" He smirked. "You miss me already?"

  Eris looked down at the boiling noodles, then back at the Drifter. "Will you stay for dinner? I can put in another pack of noodles."

  The Drifter began to smile, but then stopped himself to ask, "you sure, Moondust?"

  "Yes. Stay. I wish for your company."

  And with those words she left the room, returning a minute later with a towel and another pack of noodles.

  "This is for your hair." She said as she handed him the hand drying towel, then put the square of hard wavy ramen into the boiling pot.

  The Drifter slipped off his bandana, letting it slide up his arm as he briskly massaged the towel around his head and through his hair.

  By the time he had his hair mostly dried, the noodles had been put into bowls, a sliced egg on the side of each.

  The Drifter set the towel down and slipped off his gloves, accepting the bowl and chopsticks that Eris held out for him, his forehead still bare.

  "Come, we may sit in here." Eris guided him to a nearby room, her own bowl of food in hand.

  It was cramped, just as the kitchen was. The room contained a bookshelf overflowing with books, a coffee table that was covered in many old and large volumes along with yellowed papers, and an old faded sofa.

  Eris sat on one end of the sofa while the Drifter sat on the other, both eating their dinner in silence, merely enjoying the sodium rich noodles and one another's company.

  The Drifter cleared his throat, having finished off the last of his food. "Thanks for the ramen, Moondust."

  "You could have made for yourself something far more appetizing and flavorful aboard your Derelict, I am sure." Eris pointed out, finishing the last of her ramen.

  "Eh, I'd rather eat pre-packaged food with you then somethin' else up on the Derelict alone." He offered her a genuine smile, his hair still a mess from when he had dried it earlier.

  Eris let out a chuckle.

  "What's funny?"

  "Your hair. It is a mess, quiet unusual from how it typically is."

  The Drifter began running his fingers through his mussed hair, trying to make it somewhat decent. Eris laughed this time, scooting across the sofa to sit beside him.

  "Here, look at me." She began to slide her nimble and calloused fingers along his scalp, smoothing out his hair the best she could.

  "This is why you are always wearing that bandana, is it not? So that your hair will not fall in front of your face?" She asked with an amused smile, brushing her fingers along the hair that had fallen over his forehead.

  "Don't mock me," the Drifter replied, grabbing his bandana.

  "No- wait," Eris interrupted him before he could slide it back on. "I like you without it."

  The Drifter opened his mouth, as if to give her some kind of clever comeback, but found he had nothing. He chuckled, turning his face away to hide his flushed cheeks.

  "It is curious," Eris finally began after a moment of awkward silence.

  "What?" The Drifter asked, meeting her gaze once again.

  "Curious that you, a weilder of the Light, bear scars across your cheeks. Why?" She asked with genuine curiosity, her eyes studying the jagged scars.

  "Oh, heh," he brought a hand up to run along one of his cheeks. "Honestly? I ain't gotta clue. Had 'em when I was rezzed." He shrugged. "Guess it's just somethin' from my old life."

  "Interesting." Eris reached out a hand. "May I?"

  The Drifter looked at her hand, then back at her with eyes full of trust. "Sure,"

  Eris brought her hand to his face, noting the way he eagerly leaned into her touch as she started at the tip of his scar and slid her finger down along it, taking in the difference of feeling between the smoothness of his skin, and the roughness of his beard.

  "You recall during when we had discovered a seed of the Tree of Silver Wings?" Eris asked, trailing down another scar.

  "Yeah. What about it?"

  "During that time when I was with the seed beneath Io, I had been attacked. Merely by a Hive's claw, but it left me injured for some time."

  "Yeah, I remember seein' you limpin' around." The Drifter said.

  "Indeed. My leg, healed, of course, but the mark remained."

  "Yeah?"

  "Yes."

  "May I?" The Drifter asked, taking his face from her palm, his gaze lingering on her knee before returning back to her regardful eyes.

  Without a word, Eris brought her hands to the bottom of her right pant leg, rolling it up with brisk neatness, the Drifter watching intently.

  She rolled it up to just above her knee, allowing the Drifter to view the scar that ran along the curve of bone and down her shin. She watched his trembling hand come closer, closer, until the tips of his fingers met gently with the pale cool skin of her scar.

  He slowly trailed his hand down the scar, studying it with an observant eye.

  "You probably got plenty more scars, huh?"

  "Quiet a few many. They trail down my arms, tear through my legs. Many have made their home across my own face," she brought a hand up to slide down the side of her face, over the blindfold. "They will forever huant me with nightmares of the past, of times that will never be forgotten. Of the dark, deafening caves of the Hellmouth, the putrid odor of the Hive, of bodies falling and rotting. The sounds as they hunted me through the everwinding darkness. Those days are unforgettable, as are the scars that have followed. Perhaps... one day I may show them to you."

  "I'd like that." The Drifter replied, meeting her eyes with a strange and rare intensity.

  "Then indeed," Eris nodded. "I will show them to you. One day."

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I love it! This was so good! 😃

Thank you so much for sharing this with me! 💚🖤🍜

[thegigilwriter]

18 | “Danger & Star, Rooster & Angel” — Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Female Mitchell OC

Summary. 26-year-old Lucy Asa Mitchell did not know what was in store for her when she first bumped into Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw. After an instant mutual connection followed by a sweet whirlwind romance that swept both their feet, Lucy found herself being immersed deeper into Bradley’s world of the Navy, F-14s, and deployments. What she didn’t expect was finding was the answer to an elusive part of her past — the identity of her long-lost father.

Chapter Summary. As a part of Lucy’s birthday celebration, the pair of them are on the road to America’s best aquarium’s en route to a Coldplay concert. Romantic mornings and nerd Lucy up ahead!

Masterlist

Keywords/Warnings: Spice bordering on smut, fluff

18 | Monterey Bay 🐋

September 28, 2023

Ding!

Lucy pulled the tray of cookies out from the oven and carefully inspected them before setting them on the cooling rack and preparing a container for them. She then averted her attention towards the egg fried rice in the pan, stirred it briefly, and added the chives that she had previously cut. The tocino was sizzling in a nearby pan and the soup boiling in another pot. Just as she was about to feed her pets and water her plants in the short interlude of preparing breakfast and packaging ngroad trip snacks, two arms encircled her waist from behind and she felt something something tickle the shell of her ear.

“Happy Birthday baby,ˮ he chuckled with deep morning voice that sent a shiver down Lucyʼs spine. She turned around and placed her hands on his hard, bare chest as he kissed the top of her head. Their lips met sweetly... there was something so addicting about kissing Bradley Bradshaw. Lucy couldnʼt put a finger on whether it was his mustache or that perhaps he had a lot of practice... whatever it was, Bradley always knew how to love her right.

“Okay new rule,ˮ he spoke. “No getting out of bed unless you have cuddled me for at least ten minutes.ˮ

“Is that so?ˮ Lucy cocked a brow.

“Yes,ˮ Bradley said seriously. “10 minutes. No more and no less.ˮ

“Youʼre silly...ˮ she laughed. “And just where did your shirt go?ˮ

“Hey, do you have any idea how stressful for me it is to wake up and my Angel isnʼt beside me?ˮ

Lucy laughed.

“And I donʼt think the latter question is relevant because clearly, youʼre enjoying yourself right now.ˮ

She giggled, tracing the outline of his abs and his chest — broad and firm and warm. Lucy hummed placing her head against his chest with a lazy smile.

“All mine,ˮ she giggled.

“Thatʼs right, Angel.ˮ

They stayed that way for a little while, his arms around her and his nose in her hair. Bradley cupped her cheek and tilted her chin to meet her eyes.

“You feel alright, baby?ˮ He whispered.

“Of course I do,ˮ she whispered back. “Itʼs my birthday and thereʼs a Greek god of a man standing in my kitchen with his shirt off.ˮ

He laughed and let his thumb graze her cheek. The tear tracks had gone and her eyes sparkled with love in the morning light that seeped from the shutters. He kissed her hands softly and held them in his large palms.

“Love your nails,ˮ he remarked softly. Lucy smiled at them. They were almond shaped in a pearl french chrome with little gold and silver embellishments that mimicked stars and flowers.

“I almost didnʼt get them done if it werenʼt for Phoenix,ˮ she replied.

“Why?ˮ

Lucy paused. She could hear Phoenixʼs words ringing in her periphery.

“...But... donʼt make him feel that youʼre pushing him away, okay? He hates that.“

“I... uh,ˮ Lucy began. “T-Thereʼs this guy at work that made me feel that the only reason I was up for this promotion Iʼm in the running for...was because Iʼm receiving special treatment for being the only g-girl on the team.ˮ

Bradley was mildly surprised when Lucy confided this to him. Usually, she would put it off until he asked again... or later in the day when they lay with each other on her purple couch or on her bed.

“Any chance,ˮ he whispered. “That I may... know his charming gentlemanʼs name?ˮ

“And why would I let you?ˮ

“Maybe I can pay him a little visit?ˮ Bradley smiled. “Show him a little appreciation?ˮ

“Bradley,ˮ Lucy laughed.

“What?ˮ He replied innocently. “Canʼt I?ˮ

“Not with that look in your eye,ˮ she smiled. “Heʼs not worth it... Besides, weʼve got more important things to attend to— like breakfast.ˮ

“Right,ˮ Bradley conceded. “How dare I deprive my Angel of morning sustenance?ˮ

Lucy giggled as Bradley pressed a passionate kiss to her lips. In the heat of the moment, he lifted her on the counter and let his hands rest on the sides of her neck. As their lips moved, Lucy could feel his hardening length graze her thigh which in turn sent pleasurable scintillations straight to her core. They separated shortly, lips flushed and cheeks bright red. Lucy ran a hand through his locks affectionately and Bradley took her hand and lifted it to his lips.

Bradley and Lucy were four hours and 12 minutes away from San Diego in his Bronco, singing to ‘My Girlʼ by The Temptations. Lucy was feeding Bradley bites of the chocolate chip cookies she had baked earlier and from time to time, Bradley would playfully nip at her fingers with a wink.

“Hey Angel,ˮ he called to her over the hum of the music.

“Yes?ˮ

“I wouldnʼt mind, you know,ˮ he began. “If we slept in different rooms at the hotel. Iʼve already—“

“Itʼs fine Bradley,ˮ she assured with tinted cheeks. “Besides... I canʼt really sleep as well without you anyway... not anymore.ˮ

Bradley looked over at Lucy, her shaded eyes set straight on the road, mumbling the lyrics, dancing in her seat, and occasionally sipping at her iced macchiato. He reached over to hold her hand in his and she smiled at him as he drew circles at the back of her hand. Later that night in Monterey, Bradley would sleep shirtless again and have Lucy tucked into his arms.

The aquarium wasnʼt opening until 10:30 in the morning, and as per agreement, Lucy remained beside Bradley even as he slumbered on — deciding that the pair of them needed a cozy lie-in from the tiresome drive from San Diego. Lucy ascertained in this moment that she loved watching Bradley sleep more than anything. She loved his honeyed strands and his perfect lips that were slightly ajar. She envied the length of his lashes and the tone of his body. She adored how one arm seemed to be always perched around her even in an unconscious state — she always felt as if she was being protected and no harm could reach whenever she was in his proximity. Without breaking his grasp, she reached for the telephone at her bedside and dialed for breakfast.

She had corresponded with the menu yesternight and previously recalled Bradleyʼs flavor preferences. He had been staying over very often for longer periods of time, not that Lucy minded, but it meant accommodating what he liked to eat. She was thrilled to finally buy spiced Pinakurat vinegar from the Asian store and really having to use it because Bradley enjoyed spicy and sour profiles. In addition, as much as she prefers to pay for the groceries since Bradley had been covering the expense of nearly every one of their dates, he liked to help with that too. It was a good thing that Bradley could barely cook — otherwise Lucy couldnʼt express affection through food. Cooking and food, she recently realized, is her love language.

“Hi,ˮ she uttered softly into phone. “Weʼre at room 309 and weʼd like to order breakfast…”

“Great,ˮ Lucy smiled. “So...ˮ

Bradley cracked one eye open at the quiet commotion. He yawned, feeling Lucy squirm slightly in his arm. It took a while for his ears to begin registering her whispers or for his mind to realize that it was already morning. Bradley whined softly, burying his nose in Lucyʼs locks — breathing in the sweet, vanilla notes in her scent.

“Can I have an English Breakfast please?... Yes... with everything on it... do you mind adding something spicy in it?... yes smoked ketchup and hot sauce would be great, thank you...ˮ

Bradley smiled, beginning to trail kisses from her neck and exposed shoulder. Lucy raised a hand to caress his curls.

“The crepe would be nice... and can you go ahead and add an Americano and a sweetened Earl Grey with some milk, please?... Thank you, Anna...ˮ

Lucy put down the receiver carefully before turning to face Bradley, smiling up at him.

“Good morning,ˮ he rasped.

“Hello,ˮ she chuckled. “Did you sleep well?ˮ

“Mmmhhh,ˮ he sighed, kissing her forehead and holding her close.

Lucy kissed his neck and nipped his collarbones affectionately. Bradley moaned when she began to lick the skin. Using the reserved strength in his arms he lifted Lucy effortlessly on top of him, straddling his waist. She bent down to catch his hungry lips and their lips were set ablaze in a fiery passion. Lucy didnʼt even realize when she started to move her hips against his until she felt his erection through his boxers. When she gasped at the feeling, Bradley slipped his tongue deeper into her mouth. Lucy felt a tingling sensation in her core that she couldnʼt ignore and it left her breathless... Bradley felt the atmosphere between them become warmer and warmer. He swore that he was gonna cum in his boxers just looking at her flushed expression and listening to her delicate whimpers — thatʼs when Lucy experienced a violent and a pleasurable convulsion that interrupted the very equilibrium of her body. She moaned loudly before resting against Bradleyʼs chest, heaving and slicked in sweat.

“Angel...ˮ Bradley called to her. “Did you just... Baby?ˮ

Lucy was hiding her face in his hands on Bradleyʼs chest. He sat up, Lucy still straddling his waist. He pried the fingers that cupped her pretty face before kissing her pink cheeks.

“Whatʼs wrong, Angel?ˮ He whispered. “Was that... was that your first time?ˮ

“Iʼve done it with my fingers before,ˮ she whispered back. “But never... never that h-hard.ˮ

Bradley smiled, tucking the stray hairs from her face behind her ear. “Iʼm a v-virgin...ˮ

“Thereʼs nothing wrong with that,ˮ he replied gently.

“Iʼm n-not ready yet, Bradley... for y-you know...ˮ

“And thatʼs completely okay, Angel.ˮ He assured her, kissing her hands. “Weʼll take it slow... and with only what youʼre comfortable with... I promise.ˮ

Lucy smiled, kissing the bridge of his nose sweetly. Eventually a knock on the door announced their breakfast, and they enjoyed it together with Lucy on Bradleyʼs lap. They exchanged bites of each otherʼs breakfast, and Bradley found it quite amusing whenever he fed her something even mildly spicy.

“How do you even enjoy this?ˮ Lucy breathed deeply, the tip of her tongue slipping from her lips. “This isnʼt flavor, itʼs pain! This isnʼt funny, Bradley!ˮ

Bradley continue to laugh, kissing her cheek as he spooned some of the cream for her Earl Grey and let her sip some to ease the burn in her mouth.

“Woah,ˮ Lucyʼs eyes sparkled. The Kelp Forest exhibit of the Monterey Bay Aquarium was even more amazing than she had ever imagined. How shards of sunlight streamed through the water and refracted against the vibrant yellows and greens of the kelp, which swayed delicately against the artificial current. The exhibit towers at 28 feet tall with four window panels outlined in black, positioned like one side of an octagon. The design feels like itʼs maximizing the ambience of the forest — as if emulating one of its inhabitants perspective in the eyes of one who behold it. Lucy rushed up against the glass, mouth ajar and eyes wide like a child seeing a magic show for the first time. There goes a leopard shark! Oohh, some otters! Behold, a wolf eel! Bradley followed her, his hands in his pockets as he came up behind her.

“Like it?ˮ He chuckled.

“Like it?ˮ She looked at him as if he had grown a second head. “Bradley, I love it! Did you know that this is the first exhibit that successfully propagated a living kelp forest?ˮ

“No I did not,ˮ he mused.

“Do you have any idea how difficult it must be to keep this alive?ˮ She breathed deeply. “This right here is at least 300,000 gallons. There must be a wave machine that mimics the ocean surges to keep it healthy. Iʼm not even gonna begin to get into daily maintenance — pruning, checking water quality, population control...ˮ

Bradley let Lucy ramble on and on... staring at the way her eyes were lit up and the cute wrinkle in her brow. One of things that he first noticed about his Lucy was her passion as a marine biologist — and being in one of the best aquariums in all the worldʼs aquariums certainly lit a fire under her.

“...This Bradley,ˮ she said with a sigh. “Is one of the most important ecosystems in our ocean — if not the most. Itʼs a shame weʼre losing them because they contribute so much. Theyʼre homes to so many species, they protect coastlines, they play a role in carbon sequestration — which is important to climate change mind you...ˮ

Bradley and Lucy left the exhibit 90 minutes later, after Lucy had fan-girled and stated at least one fact for every single creature they encountered. They concluded their time at the Kelp Forest exhibition after Lucy took one last photo with a wandering California sheep-head. Lucy held on to Bradleyʼs arm the entire time, passing by the exhibits on the way to the new ‘Into The Deepʼ Exhibit that was on the far end of the aquarium.

They descended down a basement and each level going down represented a certain milestone of depth. Isopods, interesting-looking corals, long-legged crabs, and odd-faced fishes inhabited the sea floor. Ethereal, transparent jellies and similar creatures in the mid-waters — the in-between of the sunlit sea and dark underwater. In deep water — angler-fish, viperfish, big red jellies, octopuses, blob sculpins.

It was amazing to Bradley how Lucy explained everything to him in great detail without referring to a single provided infographic. Her knowledge on marine biology was both broad and comprehensive. She was so impressive that even fellow guests slowed down to listen in to her. She used jargon sparingly but effectively and listed many facts that were both interesting and relevant. She emphasized the important role of many sea creatures to the environment and how efforts of conservation are not in vain. Though Lucy was sincerely enthusiastic about all the sea creatures they encountered so far, she most impressed at the bloody belly comb jelly in the mid water region of the Into the Deep Exhibit.

“Bradley, look!ˮ She exclaimed, ogling at the comb jelly specimen. Its appearance amused Bradley. To him, its shape is akin to a neck pillow if it were more peculiarly shaped — with a more pointed apex and a more pronounced round bottoms. It floated peacefully in its dark enclosure, flitting around with the help of cilia, arranged in neat comb-like rows that surrounded the jellyfish. The jellyfish had a translucent body but a characteristic red belly. Pretty light illuminated the length of the creatureʼs body and reflected off of Lucyʼs bright eyes.

“This particular creature was first described by this Aquariumʼs very research institute and the first and only in the world to ever keep it in captivity,ˮ She said in one breath. “Itʼs so unique because unlike normal jellyfish it doesnʼt sting — it uses colloblasts (or the sticky cells on its tentacles) to seek out its prey. Researchers also think that having a red belly is their own form of defense mechanism because the color conceals the bioluminescence they ingest from their prey...ˮ

“It looks cute,ˮ Bradley smiled. “He looks happy.ˮ

“It does,ˮ Lucy replied. “Thatʼs one of the reasons Iʼm so drawn to this particular jelly. Iʼm gonna name this one... Crimson. Crimmy the Comb Jelly.ˮ

Bradley chuckled, kissing her forehead tenderly. A few fishes down, something caught Bradleyʼs eye. It looked a fairy, a sort of willʼ-o-the-wisp — something that appeared ethereal and wonderful. It had a transparent little body with a yellow core that appeared to glow bright from within. It had two little horns on the top of its head and a pair of small wings that beat forward and backward rhythmically. Bradley looked at its placard — Sea Angels. It was a type of snail, that instead of the mucosal feet that land snail had, they were adapted to have parapodia or wings instead. Though they may appear innocent, they are savage predators that can suck the life out of their preyʼs shell. Sea Angels, he repeated once more in his mind. Angel like Lucy.

From afar, Lucy was waving him down into the deep water region of the exhibition. When they had concluded their visit at the aquarium, they both left with a souvenir of their own— for Lucy, a holograph display of a floating blood belly comb jelly and for Bradley another holograph display of a swimming sea angel.

“Thank you for today Daddy,ˮ she whispered in his ear after they had piled into his Bronco. She took his hand and kissed his knuckles sweetly. “I really appreciate it.ˮ

“Birthday treat number one done and weʼre off to number two,ˮ he grinned, kissing her hand in return.

And the love fest continues! 💕 See you at 19 | Fix You Under a Sky Full of Stars!

Taglist: @itsarabellebabes

[cupcraft]

Simple Cooking Tips by me trying my best:

1: Canned foods are fine. Canned foods are often affordable, very shelf stable, and versatile. Canned veggies taste great when seasoned and cooked. Canned meat is fine too. Enjoy eating your canned food little life!

2: Instant mashed potatoes are a great way to make a quick an easy side. You can always add extra seasoning/butter/creamcheese/sourcream/milk/broth/etc. if you need. The same goes for other instant foods they are very versatile. Instant foods can often be shelf stable, cheap, and also good if you dont have a lot of time to cook.

3: I made too much food or bought too much food or produce uh oh. Freeze/freeze/freeze (just make sure you keep track of dates and stuff/know that some foods texture will change when frozen). There are often plenty of tips and tricks to freezing things well when they have texture changes. Food never has to go to waste! And on days where its hard for me to function having a frozen meal ready to heat up is the best. Also, for excess produce especially see if your town has any local fridges/places to donate fresh produce for someone to take!

4: If the only way youre going to eat is ordering out then do it if you can afford it. Dont feel bad for ordering out. This is your sign that if you need to order out then do it, you dont need an excuse. Youre allowed to want or need ordering out.

5: Meal prepping is supposed to help you not exhaust you. I struggle to eat breakfast for example so its really helpful for me to make things that are quick while im already cooking dinner so that in the morning i have less effort to expend. I make things like yoghurt parfaits/chia seed pudding, over night oats, coldbrew coffee, boiled eggs, etc! Dont feel pressured to meal prep if it is more stressful for you. Its supposed to help you!

6: Setting alarms to eat is soo soo helpful if you struggle to remember or struggle to read your body's needs. I struggle with this myself, so I set alarms for lunch and dinner (as i usually eat breakfast at work). You dont need to be strict with yourself/regimented on the times but it just helps me remember to eat or to prepare food to eat later.

7: Once a pan/pot/cooking equipment cools soak it/rinse it off as soon as you can. It will make cleaning it a lot easier when there's less caked up on it. And if your someone like me who struggles with wet food textures while cleaning this can help a lot too.

8: Don't feel bad for not eating leftovers/finishing a plate/having to throw stuff out. It's okay and not a moral failing. You are not wasting food.

9: Instant ramen is amazing and you can add so much to it in order to make it a really filling meal. You can add veggies (i like to add spinach/kale and mushrooms), you can add more protein (eggs, spam/shrimp/other meats, tofu, etc.). Go crazy with it!

10: I plan my meals out for every day of the week. This helps me stay organized. You don't have to do this, but if youre like me and knowing what your going to eat everyday helps you focus/cook/not stress then do it!

11: If you have a roommate/someone you live with you can find ways to share certain costs/foods. For ex me and my roommate share things and the cost of things that are used so much like: onions, garlic, spices/salt/pepper, tea, etc.

12: You dont have to chop things if you dont want to. You dont have to mortar and pestle things if you dont want to. Use items that make things easier for you! If you need a food processor, if you need a garlic mincer, if you need a potato ricer, do it! Buy precut beef for stew, buy precut chicken tenders, etc! You dont have to chop a single thing! Make things more accessible and easier! And if you like to spend time chopping and mastering knife skills then do that too!

this is all i have for now but please add on if youd like :)!

[nrccookingclubofficial]

Want to take your instant ramen from this

To this:

Then I have some tips for you!!!!!

First, use leftovers! And I don't mean your Mor-Mors tater tots casserole, take stock of what leftover ingredients or prepped foods from other recipes! I had some mushrooms leftover from rice bowls and pasta con broccoli, so I added those! But you can add leftover grilled chicken or steak, corn, cabbage, carrots or anything your heart desires!

Next! Use a pot or wok! Not only is it less dishes, because you can cook everything in one vessel, it also lets you control cook times by takeing things in and out, you build a deeper flavor!

Third, combat WABS, as you suck at cooking puts it! What is WABS you ask? It stands for Weak Ass Broth Syndrome! As you start your water with the broth packet, add in some of your prefered flavor of better than bouillon until it tastes how you like it! I love their roasted garlic and vegetarian chicken flavors! Add a boiled egg yolk and dissolve it to add some extra richness I also topped it with kewpie mayo and chili crisp to add flavor!!!

Fourth! Peeling boiled eggs can be hard! Especially if you have shakey hands! So I use a ladle to help make a faux boiled egg! Add a ladle to the pot with the bottom submerged and scoop the smallest amount of broth in (so it doesn't stick), then crack a egg in to the ladle and let it cook! It has the same flavor and texture as a boiling egg but is far easier and quicker!!!

And last! Don't add everything in at once, pay attention to cook times instead!

Happy cooking!!!

[somecartoonisttalkshere]

How to make Spicy Deviled Eggs (feat. Nugget)

1. Gather up your ingredients. Eggs, Dijon Mustard, Sugar, Minced Garlic, Kikkoman Spicy Mayo, Paprika and Panko Breadcrumbs

2. Hard boil the eggs. I use an instant pot, and I pressure cook the eggs with 1 cup of water for about 7-8 minutes.

3. Once cooked, place the eggs in a container full of ice water, and shake steadily for 2-3 minutes. The eggshell should peel VERY easily after that. Place peeled eggs on a platter.

3. Bisect(cut) your eggs lengthwise. Remove the yolks into a mixing bowl.

4. I eyeball the ingredients, but for more exact measurements: Mix 3 tablespoons of spicy mayo, 1 tablespoon of dijon mustard, 1 tablespoon of minced garlic, and a teaspoon of sugar to the mix. Mash together until smooth.

5. Place filling into a frosting bag; squeeze into egg whites.

6. Sprinkle on paprika, red pepper flakes(optional) and breadcrumbs. Enjoy!

[mariacallous]

Harira is a North African soup made with tomatoes, legumes and lots of spice. This hearty, nutritious dish is a staple during Ramadan where it is served at Iftar, the evening meal when Muslims break their daily fast. Jews from Morocco adopted the recipe as a traditional break fast dish after Yom Kippur, and it has become popular in Israel and across the Diaspora. 

Recipes for harira vary from family to family, and can be made with lamb, beef or vegetarian, as you’ll find here. This soup is intended to be thick and stew-like. Some cooks thicken their harira with beaten egg, a flour slurry or the addition of red lentils that break down as they simmer. Cinnamon, ginger and turmeric are added for complexity and warming heat. Tomatoes, whether fresh or canned, are essential to harira and offer sweetness and acidity, which pairs perfectly with starchy chickpeas, lentils or fava beans. Noodles like vermicelli are also added to harira for extra heartiness. While there are ample ingredients, this soup is simple to make and it can be prepared on a stovetop, in an Instant Pot or in a slow cooker. 

Harira is often served with hard-boiled eggs, bread, dates and dried fruit. It is most often a starter but is filling enough to be a meal in and of itself. 

Note: This recipe is best made at least one day in advance of serving, which makes it ideal for preparing a break-fast meal in advance. It will last for up to a week in the fridge, but will thicken in the refrigerator, so you may need to add water when reheating. 

[bakingtherapy]

Briella's Pantry Baking: #23 Deviled Eggs

Sul Sul, Gerbits. Today is a beyond-easy recipe. I am going to tell you how I make them. 

However, not everyone who is watching this has an Instant pot, so I am sorry in advance. This is how I learned how to make deviled eggs. 

You are going to need:

eggs

mayonnaise

mustard

paprika.

There are So many different recipes out there for deviled eggs.  

There are recipes out there for non-instant pot deviled eggs. 

You are going to add your water to the instant pot.

Place the wire trivet or special egg rack if you have that, and place the eggs. We usually do 2 to 3 dozen eggs.

Seal the instant pot, and cook on high pressure for 5 minutes.

You are going to do a natural release for 5 minutes, release any reaming pressure after the 5 minutes.

Then you are going to cool the eggs in an ice bath for 5 minutes.

This is the easiest way to peel the egg. You do not have any of the residue or parts of the shell. The shell comes off so fast. 

Now, we are going to make the yolk mixture, for the deviled eggs. You are going to cut the hard-boiled eggs in half. Separating the yolk and the white. 

You are going to mash the yolks in a bowl and add your mayo and mustard. The amount depends on personal taste. 

Add then for garnish you are going to add some paprika. 

I know that this recipe was one of the most simple, but simple recipes are needed right now. I hope you guys like this recipe. Make sure to like and subscribe for more recipes like this one in the future. Vadish, Dag Dag!

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What reading or watching this month?

Favorite go to recipe? Here is mine: https://alexandracooks.com/2012/11/07/my-mothers-peasant-bread-the-best-easiest-bread-you-will-ever-make/print/51440/

Coffee or tea?

Bad joke alert - Why did the scarecrow get promoted? Because he was outstanding in his field.

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Currently reading The Book of Elsewhere by Keanu Reeves and China Miéville (yes, that Keanu). Feels a little like I'm missing something since this is based off a previously detailed character, but I'm only 10% into the book so further reading required.

Hubs and I have been on a bit of a blockbuster/classic movie rewatch kick lately; just last night we watched Casablanca (my first time seeing it), and we've rewatched Twister, Pirates of the Caribbean: Curse of the Black Pearl, Terminator 2: Judgement Day, and Tarzan in the last couple of weeks. I'm also enjoying season 2 of AMC's Interview with the Vampire, but I'm having a hard time finding opportunities to finish it.

My "we have nothing in the house to cook (a lie) and I'm too tired to do anything else" recipe which is not a recipe is to doctor some instant ramen into an actual meal: cook the noodles and seasoning packet as instructed, but add shrimp or canned chicken, frozen spinach or mixed vegetables and dried onion (if you're really fancy add some furikake or ramen topper [Costco I love you never change]). If you've got an egg drop the whole thing in to boil while the noodles cook, or chop a previously boiled egg in half and add at the end. Soy sauce and sesame oil optional.

Usually I crave cheese, so an actual recipe: Pressure Luck's Instant Pot Mac & cheese.

I used to hate coffee (your blast from the past today is how I was constantly annoyed that there was a Gloria Jean Coffee Bean store across from the B. Dalton bookstore in my childhood mall, which meant I had to smell that ridiculously strong coffee smell before I got into my favorite place in the world. Reasonably certain neither of those places exist anymore). Then much later I married hubs and he introduced me to coffee-flavored milk, and that's been a nice pick-me-up on weekends. If I can get it, though, I prefer fruity teas or a good chai (make yours with apple cider one day, you'll thank me).

The cafe I walk past on the way to work always has a joke on their menu stand. I can't remember today's joke, lol, but yesterday's was this (and it's probably funnier on a Tuesday but what can you do):

What's a shark's favorite day of the week? . . . Chewsday!

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I've been riding the health struggle bus, so cooking has been hard. But this weekend I tried my hand at ramen for the first time!

By no means is this traditional at all, but it did turn out tasty!

I started out by making turkey broth, using the leftover Thanksgiving carcas. Dutch oven full o' bones, garlic and ginger in the oven for 3 hours are around 175f.

The eggs were soft boiled in the instant pot and then marinated in soy sauce, sugar, and warm water for four hours.

The tare for the broth was miso paste and miren and garlic turned into a paste that I pulled from the broth.

Topped with mushrooms and corn, fried green onions, and an aroma oil made from the green onions.

I know the noodles aren't ramen, but it's what I had.

For a first attempt, I'm pretty proud!