#bring back potato cakes

[duranduratulsa]

Take Out Food of the day: Potato 🥔 Cakes at Arby's #food #foodporn #potatoes #potatocakes #arbys #bringbackpotatocakes #arbysbringbackpotatocakes

[mariacallous]

Goldie Finkelstein was just 13 when she was sent to Wiener Graben, a work camp that later became a concentration camp. The youngster lost her entire family in the war, and among the things she never learned from them was how to cook. She had no family recipes and, according to her son, when she married Sol Finkelstein, also a Holocaust survivor, she didn’t know how to boil water or cook an egg.

Eventually, other survivors taught Goldie the necessary skills, and she was a quick learner. She soon became known for the copious amounts of baked goods she would provide for any occasion. Her recipes, some of which are included in the “Honey Cake and Latkes: Recipes from the Old World by the Auschwitz-Birkenau Survivors” cookbook, include cake mixes and other ingredients that wouldn’t have been used in pre-Holocaust Eastern Europe. Her whiskey cake, for example, calls for both yellow cake mix and vanilla pudding mix.

Goldie’s experience illustrates the ways in which recipes, including those we think of as quintessentially Ashkenazi Jewish, have changed over the years. Survivors lost the ancestors who passed along oral recipes. Families’ personal artifacts, such as handwritten recipes, were abandoned when Jews were forced to flee. 

Most significantly, perhaps, after the war, survivors had access to different ingredients in their new homes. Sometimes that was due to seasonality, such as was the case for those who moved from Eastern Europe to Israel and had access to more fruits and vegetables year-round, including dates and pomegranates. Other times, it reflected changing tastes or newfound wealth  — liver soup, pates with liver and offal were classic Eastern European dishes in the early 1900s, when there was an intention to use every part of the animal, but became increasingly uncommon. In other cases, like Goldie’s, packaged goods replaced homemade. Another survivor whose recipes appear in “Honey Cake and Latkes,”Lea Roth, detailed making noodles for Passover from the starch leftover at the bottom of a bowl after grating potatoes before the war. After the war, most people added “noodles” to the grocery list.

“Some of these recipes changed because of New World versus Old World,” explains Jeffrey Yoskowitz, author of “The Gefilte Manifesto: New Recipes for Old World Jewish Foods.” Yoskowitz and his co-author Liz Alpern work not to replicate pre-war Ashkenazi Jewish recipes, but to reclaim and modernize them. To do that, they’ve had to examine the ways in which recipes have changed.

In the Old World, for instance, almost every recipe called for breadcrumbs. At Passover, the leftover crumbs from the matzah were used to make matzah balls, leaving nothing to waste. But when immigrants in the U.S. could use Manischewitz pre-made matzah meal, then recipes started calling for it to make matzah balls.Today’s recipes for kugels with cream cheese, cottage cheese and sour cream would not have been made in the Old World, where dairy products were expensive. Again, ubiquitous cows in the New World made that “celebration of dairy” possible, Yoskowitz says.

At first, recipes may not seem like the most essential thing to recover from Holocaust survivors, but they paint a picture of what life was like before the war. It is essential to see the Jewish experience as one that is not solely as victims, and learning what people ate and cooked is part of that.

“Bringing back recipes can help bring people back to life,” says Edna Friedberg, a historian and senior curator with the U.S. Holocaust Memorial Museum. “In particular, it was women who were in the kitchen in this period, and so this is a way to make the lives of women very vivid and real for people.”

The idea is not to romanticize Eastern Europe, says Maria Zalewska, executive director of the Auschwitz-Birkenau Memorial Foundation, which published “Honey Cake and Latkes,” but to see the memories connected to togetherness, like picking fruit toward the end of the summer and using that fruit in a recipe, such as cold cherry soup with egg-white dumplings. 

In addition, examining recipes gives us a sense of what role cooking and food played in trauma processing, Zalewska says. “Remembering the foods and the food traditions of their lives before imprisonment were some of the ways that survivors coped with starvation,” Zalewska adds. These are things that survivors say they are not often asked about, but when asked they report remembering dreaming about food during incarceration. 

“We have quite a number of testimonies, where survivors talk about being in situations of starvation, and food deprivation and ghettos and camps and in hiding, and that dreaming about and remembering food from before gave them emotional sustenance,” explains Friedberg.

Exploring such memories have been meaningful for those survivors who were young when they lost their families.

New Orleans’ Chef Alon Shaya has been working for several years to recreate recipes from a book belonging to the family of Steven Fenves, a survivor and a volunteer for the museum. The book was rescued by the family cook, Maris, when the family was forced to flee their home on the Yugoslavia-Hungary border in 1944. The recipes are largely written without measurements, times or temperatures, and many of the ingredients are different from those used today. (Like the Fenves family, Goldie���s son, Joseph Finkelstein, says his mother wasn’t big on using measurements as we think of them in recipes today. She knew the quantity of an ingredient, for example, if it would fit in her palm.) Unlike Yoskowitz, who is looking to update recipes, Shaya has been working to replicate them as closely as possible  — and has come across a few surprises.

Many of the desserts use a lot of walnuts, for example, which, of course, are also used in contemporary baking. But Shaya is using what he says are “copious amounts of walnuts” in various ways, such as grilled walnuts and toasted walnuts. The Fenves family walnut cream cake, which includes both walnuts ground in the batter and in a cream in-between the cake layers, has featured on the menu at one of Shaya’s restaurants, Safta, in Denver.

For all the recreation, and Shaya’s goal to bring the tastes of his youth back to Fenves, he says “it is impossible that a recipe in New Orleans would be the same as one in Bulgaria. The seasons are different, what animals are butchered are different, and the spices taste different.”

Indeed, place matters, Yoskowitz says. Ashkenazi food has a reputation of being terrible, he says. Take mushroom soup, for example. “There is no good mushroom soup in a deli. It is made with mushrooms that don’t have much flavor. But if you have it somewhere made with mushrooms grown in the forest, then that is going to be good soup.”

Many Holocaust survivors settled in new lands with new ingredients, and little memory of how things were made before the war. They knew they used to eat mushroom soup but didn’t specifically remember the forest-grown and harvested fungi. So, dishes morphed depending on what survivors had in their new home. In Eastern Europe, veal was plentiful, but in the U.S. and Israel, schnitzel began being made with chicken instead (a process Yoskowitz calls the “chickentization” of cuisine). And the beloved Jewish pastrami on rye? The pastrami would have traditionally been made with kosher goose or lamb. It wasn’t until Jews came to the U.S. that beef was easily accessible. 

The same is true of what is likely the most iconic Jewish American dish. “Bagel and lox are what we think of as the most Jewish food. But the only thing that came over was the cured and smoked fish,” Yoskowitz says. “Cream cheese was a New York state invention. Capers were Italians. It was a completely new creation, and it became a taste associated with Jewish people.”

One of the most poignant recipes in the “Honey Cake and Latkes” book is a chocolate sandwich, a basic concoction of black bread, butter and shaved dark chocolate. Survivor Eugene Ginter remembers his mother making it for him in Germany after the war, to fatten him up after years of starvation.

Adds Shaya: “We have to continue to adapt, and I think that that is part of the beauty of it.”

[madschiavelique]

Could I request dating headcanons for astarion, gale, halsin, kar'niss, raphael, haarlep, rolan, and wyll with gn s/o please?

hey there anon !! i loved writing those i am soft for them all urgh

─ . 𝜗𝜚‧ characters : astarion, gale, halsin, kar'niss, raphael, haarlep, rolan, wyll

─ . 𝜗𝜚‧ content warning : lots of fluff, bits of teasing but nothing too explicit, tiny bit of yandere!kar'niss, gender neutral reader

─ . 𝜗𝜚‧ words : 2,6k (~ 300 words per characters)

( not proofread, english is not my first language ☆)

─ . 𝜗𝜚‧ astarion : 

Dating astarion means trying to chat with someone, and having him in the background doing some theatrical faces to mock how absolutely annoying and ridiculous the guy talking to you is. You’re trying to stay serious and pretend you’re concentrating on what he is saying when your boyfriend in the background keeps mimicking the most hilarious things that are sure to make you crack at any moment.

At the end of the conversation, when you join him, you give him a playful pinch in his sides as you laugh together just before he holds up to his head level the guy’s pouch, cackling to your rounded eyes “My love’s time is money from others, and the greatest treasure for me.”

You and him would sneak into some fancy couturier’s place, trying on robes and suits that would cost you way too many discussions with boring men to get astarion to steal their coins. You’d steal some to your liking and infiltrate some chic soirée where everyone smells like they bathed in perfume, where the old aristocrats speak like they have hot potatoes in their mouth, and where you have huge buffets ready for both of your stomachs to welcome.

You’d dance, drink champagne, stuff your mouth with soft creamy cakes, astarion licking the excess off your fingers as he takes your hand to bring you both on a balcony outside and kisses you under the moon like nothing has satisfied his hunger quite like your lips.

But you’d have softer moments, away from stealing and debauchery, just the two of you. You laying in bed, astarion resting his head on top of your heart, listening to its soft and regular beat.

You caressed his hair, your fingertips combing through his curls and brushing against his pointed ears from time to time. It made him shiver and hum, his thumbs on both of your sides tracing circular motions on your skin.

You both loved moments like these, where he could just relax in the arms of someone he loves and trusts, listening to the sound of life he had been deprived of softly beating in your chest.

─ . 𝜗𝜚‧ gale : 

Dating Gale means lots of book reading sessions. It would just be the both of you, sitting on a couch at home, your legs on his lap as he caresses your thighs softly, not removing his hand the slightest as a mage hand flips the next page for him.

After those sessions, you both would talk about your thoughts on your current readings, and it makes your heart soften every time you see the way he looks at you when you speak about something that lights your heart up.

It also means spending some afternoons and nights learning more about the weave, and having Gale as your teacher on the matter. He’d always have your back against his chest, guiding your hands to form the specific shapes they need to make to cast a spell.

He’d keep being a distraction to you, kissing your ear, your neck, your temple, letting his hands linger on your waist… and you missed your spell once more. Pity, guess you’ll have to try again while he keeps tormenting you so that this moment you both share lasts longer.

No matter what you are doing, Gale has to have some sort of physical contact with you. Has to take your hand while you’re both walking, has to have his hand on your waist, to sit next to you and have both your knees touch.

It feels like the air around is compelling, and although the charm spell is no secret to him, he knows that it will never equal the kind of electricity you make him feel.

When either of you is away for any reason, he will find a way to make sure he has a piece of you to keep for himself, like a present of yours or anything he can keep near his hands or body at all times so that he can feel you are with him no matter what.

─ . 𝜗𝜚‧ halsin : 

Dating Halsin means lots of dates hidden in corners of nature you felt only your imagination could make up. He’d walk you through a cave of shining crystals to bring you to this small beach with a willow tree. He'd have a basket ready, full of goods and snacks and your favourite food for a picnic in the peacefulness of nature, by your side.

Naturally you would both end up with your trousers rolled up as you looked at the fishes in the water, the algaes that rippled like emerald hair, and splashed each other until you both ended up falling and laughing at how drenched you were.

It also means calm evenings in the grove, peacefully helping around with the latest crops and going around to feed the different animals staying here. You’d read some stories to count the kids at night with your fingers still purple from picking grapes while leaning on Halsin in his bear form, taking a nap.

And when the sunsets would come, he’d watch you dance around the campfire with the druids as he carves a small wooden figurine of your silhouette. After the party, he would pick you up in his arms and carry you in bride style to your place.

He’d take the time to clean your feet from the dirt you’d danced on barefoot, would remove one by one the leaves stuck in your hair or clothes, and kiss your cheeks still warm from the dancing.

He never fails to open up to you, to tell you about his past, about his guilts, and you never judge him, only accept him. They say that to keep a couple up you have to look after it everyday, these idiots don’t know anything about love.

As if he had to make efforts to listen to you, as if he had ever doubted. He'd love your flaws if he managed to find any. You had been patient, so patient with him, accepting and loving and everything he could’ve ever wished for.

You make him hope again, remind him by your sole presence that there are things worth fighting for in this world, and he makes sure to remind you of how important you are for him through his words and acts.

─ . 𝜗𝜚‧ kar'niss : 

Finding someone whom kar’niss had more devotion for than his Goddess was no easy task, but your sole presence was the proof that there are exceptions to rules.

Thus, if you are his revered deity in his eyes and heart, he has to bring you offerings to your altar. Kar’niss brings you all sorts of gifts, from hidden crystals in unreachable crevices to flowers with unique fragrances, he covers you with gifts and anything that makes him think of you.

You can expect one thing from dating him, and it is that you cannot get out of his grasp ! He’s got 12 arms if you count his spider part and the two human ones, so you can be sure he’s going to have at least one of them around you.

Kar’niss isn’t used to getting touched but craves it with his every breath; so every time you cup his face, or place a strand of his white hair behind his ear, or simply take his hand in yours, his seven dark eyes widen in surprise.

Anybody or any things that dare touch you infuriates him. How could they think themselves worthy of your touch ? of your attention ? They’d get punishment from it, and he’d be sure to be the one inflicting that sentence.

You’d trace the scars of his face, telling him how handsome he is as something within him rumbles with a high purr. His dark grey-ish purple chitin is lukewarm to your touch when your hand sets on his shoulder.

He has been abandoned one too many times already, and he fears that for whatever reason, he could lose you as well. Whenever you take him in your arms, he holds you so close to him like it might be your last embrace. You hum a soft song as he nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck, your hands softly caressing his back as you assure him you won’t leave.

─ . 𝜗𝜚‧ raphael : 

Dating one of the most important devils in all Faerun might seem like an intimidating situation, but really, it was somehow truly liberating. Your relationship was no contract, nor did it derive from some spell either of you had cast upon another. It was… unworldly.

There was something about you that made Raphael untense by the second you were in the same room as him. He’d ask for you to be of company whenever he had reports to fill, contracts to prepare, and any other tasks that asked of his brows to pinch one another until you kissed his forehead and make all annoyance go away.

He’d bring you as much as he could to whatever meetup or reception he was needed to, but would never risk your life by bringing you anywhere that could be dangerous for you. One could say that you had become his weakness, his soft spot that made you the lever to pull on if anyone was after him.

You’d been kidnapped several times already by some that thought they’d manage to defeat the devil, but when he arrived for them, he made their torment so great that in any afterlife imaginable they’d suffer his wrath. You were untouchable, had been made immortal by his request and it made him worriless about you ever dying. Prepare your time, because all of his is for you.

You would discuss poetry around a glass of the best wines all the realms could offer, discuss futile matters; hells, you’d make him laugh. When were the times he ever had a moment to sincerely laugh ?

He’d never get tired of talking to you, knowing your points of views on any subjects no matter how ridiculous they were, of making him feel by your words that a devil’s hardened heart might beat for someone else than himself just for once.

─ . 𝜗𝜚‧ haarlep : 

One could think that outside of their usual occupations, Haarlep is nothing, just a cluster of people living through them, and someone that has no other living purpose than sexual pleasures.

But when you came into their life, it certainly was a different thing, because you offered them what few gave them in the past : freedom of choice. You were not spending time with them for their pure nature, but for who they had come to be. You listened to them, to their stories, to their interests, and they always looked at you with stars in their eyes.

Haarlep, no matter your occupation in the house of Hope, would always find ways to be with you.

Standing up to search the archives for a specific book ? They’d place their forehead on your shoulder as their arms laced around your waist from behind.

Sat to write a report ? They’d sit next to you, their tail suggestively teasing you by caressing your thigh.

Looking over a map while both your hands are keeping you steady on the table ? They’d tower over you, chest against your back as they placed their chin in the crook of your neck and both of their hands next to yours to touch them.

There was no way in hell you’d get them away from you.

Being with someone as a couple was such an enigmatic concept for them, thus they’d engage in the making of pranks, taking the image of one of their past conquests to come up to you, ask you questions and take their role extremely seriously.

Until at one point, they’d ask through their chosen envelope “Is your heart taken yet ?”, to which you’d always answer “they took more than my heart.”

They kept taking various forms to see if you’d somehow let your interests in them waver, flirting and pushing limits to see if you truly loved them : not a single time would you let yourself be charmed, describing how your partner was simply irreplaceable in your mind and soul, which only made them love you more each time.

─ . 𝜗𝜚‧ rolan : 

Dating Rolan will undoubtedly lead to afternoons where you stay by his side, sat as he searches for different books and scrolls in archives to make some sort of inventory.

You observe how serious he is when he sits down, quill in hand as the scratching of it on paper starts again. How his horns catch the candle light, how his glowing eyes skim through lines on end, how his pointer and middle finger join together to underline the words he has to copy.

You could stay like that for hours, and just when you feel you’re maybe disturbing his concentration by your presence and finally stand up, you feel something tighten around your ankle. Your eyes travel down your leg to see Rolan’s tail wrapped around your leg.

His eyes find yours, and he seems as surprised as you are of the reaction, but he doesn’t apologise. Instead, he murmurs two simple words : “Stay, please.” How could you refuse that ?

He’d take you on dates in the middle of the night, bringing you to the highest point of the tower to use the telescope and spend an evening watching the sunset and watching the stars. He’d bring pastries and fruits with him, having placed cushions and blankets on the ground for the both of you to settle comfortably.

He’d summon a flower to place in your hair with the flick of the wrist, create small fireworks with the snap of a finger, make a shooting star rain in the sky with a murmur, just for you.

You’d tease him about how long he’d have been preparing such dates, kissing him and telling him how you’d loved it, and he’d always turn his gaze away as his cheeks warmed up and your laugh made his heart flutter

There’d always be times when, for a break during the day at handling the tower, you’d come see him, and he’d drop whatever he was doing no matter the task to let you come sit on his lap and hug him.

He always waited for that time of day, for the kisses you placed on his horns and the words of encouragement you’d give him.

─ . 𝜗𝜚‧ wyll : 

Dating Wyll means being treated like royalty, and doing whatever you want with your prince charming of a boyfriend. I can picture him taking you to plays, some that sometimes retrace some of his own adventures, where in that case he comes hidden with a cloak to watch it.

You will always tease him about some memorable lines of diverse plays you’ve seen about one of his epics, and he’ll always end up chasing after you laughing as he catches you in his arms to attack you with kisses.

If you are not already proficient in swordsmanship, you can be assured that he will be the most patient teacher. He’d adjust your posture, some teasing touches that’d linger on your hips and waist as one of his hands guides yours holding your weapon.

Soon enough, when you’d be comfortable to handle a little fight, he’d have regular duels with you.

You don’t count the number of times he jokingly smacked your ass with the flat of his sword as you fell on the ground again and again anymore, but you always waited for the kisses on your sore palm after every training day.

He buys you flowers every week, different bouquets every time.

He treats you both like you’re made of porcelain that he wants to protect and hold gently, and as the brightest diamond he ever saw and that he wants everyone to see shine.

He always kisses your ring fingers whenever he holds your hand, showering your face in kisses that makes you scrunch your entire face with laughter.

Wyll is the kind of boyfriend that makes you feel like nothing has moved since your first “i love you”s, it’s been years that you’ve been going out together for 2 weeks. 

[fatguarddog]

You're the heir to the royal family of a kingdom besieged by demons and during a surrender, are offered up to one of the Demon Lords as a prize of battle. Don't worry, he assures you with a warm yet devious smile, you'll soon 'grow' to love your new life with him

You're taken back to his manor and draped in a lavish, yet skimpy outfit, one that really shows off your body and highlights the slight curves of your features. Your new Lord sits you down at a huge banquet table and takes his seat across from you. All manner of succulent and delicious foods are lined up before you, you take a moment to really take in the size of this hulking, handsome demon and assume he must eat like a beast. But when his impish servants are done setting the table, he just brings his elbows onto the table to rest his head in his hands. He smiles at you,

"You've nothing to fear. Eat."

His voice is so commanding. Nervously, you load up your plate with foods that seem the most familiar to you. Roast chicken, potatoes, various vegetables and a bread roll. It's delicious. With the effect the war has had on your kingdom, you can't remember the last time event he royal family could assemble such a sumptuous selection to feast upon... so you end up forgetting yourself a little and eating until you're quite stuffed. You lean back in your chair and graciously thank your Lord for the meal, shyly paying your compliments to the chef

"Good," he smiles wider and snaps his fingers. "Eat."

A surge of warmth courses through your body. With some demonic intervention, everything you'e just eaten rapidly digests within you and you feel hungry again. Your frame even grows a little bit softer, though not enough for you to notice just yet. You blush and oblige his order, you brain trying to rationalise what's happening. A display of dominance, perhaps? Or did he notice how much you were enjoying the food after having had so little for so long and just wanted you to get to enjoy that more? Was something bad coming after this, or was he actually a good demon somehow?

All of your questions seemed to melt away as you dug in to the feast again, this time trying the honey roasted ham, sweet fruits, leg shank and more. Once again you eat until you feel completely stuffed. Once again you thank your Lord for such a wonderful meal... and once again he smiles at you with fiery eyes from across the table, his own plate still empty and untouched,

"Good," another snap of his fingers. "Eat."

That familiar surge of warmth strikes again, but this time you notice how much plumper you look after, especially in your skimpy clothes. You look up at your Lord in shock and confusion, but he just gestures to the food in front of him. You timidly shake your head, yet your stomach growls audibly in the large dining hall

"Perhaps you'd be more in the mood for wine and cheese?" the demon snaps and the feast before you changes to a decadent cheese plate with crackers and dried meats abound. "Or would my royal prize prefer dessert?" Another snap and the table becomes stacked with cakes, pies and pastries alongside jugs filled with custards and creams, all so sweetly mouth watering The look of disbelief doesn't leave your face. Your stomach growls louder, more painfully as your owner laughs

"Better not to ignore your hunger, my dear. It'll be much more pleasurable for you if you just. Eat."

The command rings through you and sends shivers down your spine, you want nothing more than to stuff your face with every dessert in sight. Your hands reach forward greedily and you begin to eat your fill as your Lord looks on, almost lovingly at you

"So good, so obedient, I'm going to like you a lot," he stands and gently makes his way all around the table to your side, his towering form standing behind you, gently rubbing your now slightly pudgy shoulders. "I'll spoil you so much, feast after feast, night after night of pure pleasure to make you into the perfectly fattened up image of hedonism," his hands feels so good and warm on your soft skin as you gorge yourself. "Just think how demoralising it'll be for your kingdom, to see how easily their royal heir fell to demonic corruption... but I must say from a personal standpoint, I do just think you look so beautiful enjoying yourself like this. I'll have a bath ready for us after I think you're done here, there we can really relax and get to know each other, my dear. But for now, please keep eating. I told you you would grow to love it here."

[tetheredfeathers]

There's something so special about the fact that Katniss uses the word 'hunger' to describe her desire for Peeta. She could've said passion, desire, wanting but no she used hunger.

Katniss' prime motivator throughout life has always been food, she's spent hours foraging through the woods to uphold herself and her family members. Her thoughts have always been food concentric and you can see her obsessing in the first book, going into excruciating detail even when unnecessary.

A thick carrot soup, green salad, lamb chops and mashed potatoes, cheese and fruit, a chocolate cake.

That I’m being upstaged by a dead pig. My heart starts to pound, I can feel my face burning. Without thinking, I pull an arrow from my quiver and send it straight at the Gamemakers’ table. I hear shouts of alarm as people stumble back. The arrow skewers the apple in the pig’s mouth and pins it to the wall behind it.

I always find this paragraph so interesting, that out of everything Collins could've chosen to upstage Katniss, she chose food as her competition.

Even in the games Haymitch has to bribe Katniss with food to stimulate her romance. That being said food/hunger is a heavy recurring theme in the books and Katniss has always been drawn by hunger on instinct.

So kissing Peeta for her is instinct, it it something that pulls at her. Something she cannot live with out, because without it she shall starve.

I think this also goes back to her first interaction with Peeta which is again associated with food ( burnt bread), I find this scene a literal parallel to her 'starving' without him to the beach scene.

when I saw the dandelion and I knew hope wasn’t lost. I plucked it carefully and hurried home. I grabbed a bucket and Prim’s hand and headed to the Meadow and yes, it was dotted with the golden-headed weeds. After we’d harvested those, we scrounged along inside the fence for probably a mile until we’d filled the bucket with the dandelion greens, stems, and flowers. That night, we gorged ourselves on dandelion salad and the rest of the bakery bread.

This scene as well, one of her most important interactions with him is again associated with food/hunger.

So really the word hunger is the perfect fit for what she feels for Peeta, Food brings her hope and happiness, it is a literal and physical metaphorical motivator to keep going. And only Peeta can give her that.

[joelslastofus]

[SUMMARY: Joel deals with the consequences of sleeping with you, not knowing that Tommy already knows.

PART 3 (first 2 parts are in the master list)

Infidelity

“What do you think Joel?” Tommy turned to his brother who was serious leaning forward.

“I think you should do as she says” Joel spoke coldly under his breath.

That evening you debated on not showing up to dinner at all. Staring at yourself in the mirror you sighed before continuing to get yourself ready. How the hell were you suppose to face Tommy tonight?

Better yet…Joel.

You knew you should’ve broken up with Tommy, you couldn’t believe you let yourself go as far as to sleeping with him simply out of anger.

Joel helped prep the table as Tommy finished cooking in silence. Joel wondered what tonight was going to be like, he wondered how you would act towards him after the forbidden encounter. Just as he finished up you rang the bell, your stomach turning as you held your breath when Tommy opened the door.

“Hi” you smiled.

Wearing something very casual you did not want much of any attention that night as if that would make Joel stare any less. A pair of jeans with a light blue shirt you walked in handing Tommy a box.

“I bought dessert”

“Well ain’t that sweet” he responded. Joel could hear your voice from the kitchen, for just a moment the image of you straddling him this morning coming across his mind..

“Tommy…I wanted to talk to you” you whispered just as Joel appeared behind his brother staring right at you.

“What is it?” Tommy asked making you look up at him with a deep breath. Just as you were about to speak Joel cleared his throat interrupting the two of you, making his brother turn to him.

“Hi” you smiled quickly looking away as you held your purse tightly as a form of comfort somehow.

“Hi,” Joel dug his hands into his pockets standing beside Tommy. Tommy wondered what you were going to say, he could see the guilt all over your face.

“Y/n” bought dessert, Tommy decided to kill the silence.

“Yes, chocolate mousse cake. I know Tommy loves that.”

“Actually, that would be me” Joel’s words making your heart sink in embarrassment.

“Red velvet is usually my favorite but I’ll take it” Tommy turned to the kitchen with the box in hand.

How could you be so fucking stupid? Mixing up the brother’s favorites now? It was the least thing you could’ve done right before breaking Tommy’s heart.

“I’m sorry, Tommy” you followed him to the kitchen as Joel followed close behind.

“No, no…don’t worry, baby. This is just fine” he assured you although Joel could tell it struck a nerve.

“So where’s Sarah?” You decided to change the topic hoping she would be there.

“I’m pickin’ her up after dinner,” Joel responded, you sighed realizing just how much more awkward dinner would be.

“It’s just us three” Tommy grinned as he began to bring food to the table.

Awkwardly you sat at the table unable to make eye contact with either of them.

“So” Tommy’s voice breaking the silence.

“I meant to apologize about this morning” he continued, making you look up.

“I ran out fast..didn’t mean to leave ya here with this one” he motioned towards Joel making your heart sink. Tommy knew that must’ve been the moment anything happened between you two, the thought pissing him off. Joel looked up at you noticing the immediate discomfort you felt as you brushed a few strands of hair behind your ear awkwardly. You remembered you left in such a rush without your underwear, you hoped Joel had found them and hid them. Oh how you wished you could ask him in this moment.

“Or who knows, maybe it didn’t bother you at all to stay with him” Tommy continued, the change in his tone causing Joel to look at him.

“Maybe you two caught up with each other” The sarcasm was very obvious but before either of you could respond Tommy cut himself off.

“I forgot the mashed potato’s, I’ll be right back” Tommy abruptly stood up and left to the kitchen leaving you at the table with Joel. Looking down at your plate, you ignored Joel’s eyes on you. Neither of you were sure of what to think, neither of you knew it was possible for Tommy to have known anything. You yourself couldn’t believe you and Joel had been intimate that morning. Not daring to look up, you took a deep breath as Joel bit his inner lip watching you.

“You alright?” Joel asked attempting to be discreet just as Tommy walked back to the table.

“Why wouldn’t she be?” He asked making you look up.

“Yes, um, just felt a little lightheaded. Probably hungry” you chuckled anxiously.

“Lightheaded huh…maybe it’s that special pill you took earlier making you feel that way” Tommy looked up at you purposely, observing your reaction. After finding your underwear in Joel’s pocket, he knew damn well you didn’t take that plan B because of him. Joel knew very well what pill he spoke of, how could he not, he was the reason you had to take it. Joel knew he shouldn’t have done it but he didn’t regret it. The mention of the pill making your heart feel as if it would come out of your throat, Tommy was saying one unexpected thing after another, you had no idea how to respond.

Joel watching how anxious you became tried to change the subject asking how Tommy’s meeting went. The rest of the dinner you could still feel some form of tension, you felt Tommy knew something. He had to…it was the only explanation for the way he was acting.

After dinner Tommy insisted on washing the dishes as you silently helped take everything to the kitchen. Walking past each other while Tommy began to wash, Joel unexpectedly grabbed your arm pulling you to the hall.

“What are you doing?!” You whispered as if you weren’t nervous enough.

“You’re shakin’” he whispered with a look of concern.

“Yeah well-“ you shook your head remembering to ask him about the one thing you left behind.

“Joel, my underwear-I left running and-“

“Don’t worry, I put ‘em away” Joel swore he had taken them out of his pocket and left them in his room.

“Oh thank god” you breathed in relief looking behind you to make sure Tommy wasn’t around.

“We need to tell him, I need to tell him..I can’t do this, Joel. I can’t lie to him any longer. I-“

“I’m right here” he whispered with support, unexpectedly placing his hands on your waist when Tommy’s voice distracted you both.

“We’ve got dessert” he called out from the kitchen. With a deep breath you turned away back to the dining table.

“Couldn’t forget the cake y/n bought even though…it’s Joel’s favorite” Tommy spoke with sarcasm as he stepped out of the kitchen with the cake in his hand realizing Joel was behind you. What the hell was he doing behind you? Why was he so close? Tommy’s jealousy distracting him as you sat down.

“I’m sorry Tommy, my mind has just been all over the place, I could’ve sworn it was your favorite” you sighed.

“Aren’t you the lucky one, brother” Tommy muttered.

“By the way-“ he turned to him as him and Joel sat down.

“I hope we didn’t keep you up last night, I didn’t catch the time you had come back and…I know we got a little loud. Well…she got a little loud. Didn’t you baby? ” Tommy chuckled. Joel’s shoulders tensed up at the thought of what he heard the night before. Oh how he hated to be reminded of it and you could tell. Tommy knew exactly what he was doing. He knew how to get under his brother’s skin.

“Tommy” you whispered a bit embarrassed and shocked that he would bring up such a thing about you.

“What? I’m just saying, maybe it was when I had you on your knees” Joel’s fist tightened on the table, you could feel the rage burning off him. An image of another man having you was something he couldn’t take, he could no longer hide it.

“Tommy, we need to talk” you blurt out before Joel could say anything.

“About what?” Tommy adjusted himself in his seat, not expecting you to mention anything.

Not yet.

“Can we talk in the room? Alone.”

“Why? I’m sure Joel could be present for whatever it is you gotta tell me”

“Tommy please” you insisted. Of course Joel had very much to do with this but you needed to start the conversation alone.

“What do you think Joel?” Tommy turned to his brother who was serious leaning forward.

“I think you should do as she says” Joel spoke coldly under his breath.

“I don’t know, Joel. Something tells me-“ he reached in his pocket.

“Something tells me you should be part of this conversation” he unexpectedly placed your black lace underwear on the table making your stomach turn. Your lips parted in shock as Joel pressed his lips together staring down at the evidence before him.

“Tommy, I can explain-“ you attempted to speak.

“You know what, sweetheart? I don’t wanna hear your mouth” Tommy spoke without taking his eyes off Joel.

“You’re just some stupid broad who couldn’t keep her legs closed-“

“You watch your damn mouth” Joel uttered with his eyes on him.

“I didn’t plan it” you whispered in a trembling voice.

“Didn’t plan what?” He unexpectedly turned to you.

“To fuck my brother right after we fucked?” He abruptly stood up making Joel quickly do the same. Tommy looked back at his brother and scoffed at how defensive Joel became when he stood up.

“Couldn’t even wrap it up huh?” Tommy laughed sarcastically as you looked down in complete embarrassment.

“Yeah, that’s why you got those little pills of yours huh, wouldn’t want my brother to get you pregnant that’s for sure”

“Listen Tommy-“ Joel attempted to speak.

“No you listen, Joel” his expression changed as he took a step towards his brother.

“This whole time you could’ve had her, you could’ve saved all of us time and been with her but you waited till I got with her to suddenly realize ya wanted her-“

“Tommy-“ you spoke hesitantly as you stood up.

“What?” He suddenly turned back to you.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you..I swear I’m sorry..” Tommy began to laugh before making his way to you, Joel closely watching taking a step forward himself.

“You’re sorry? I’m sorry for you” you looked up at Tommy confused.

“You think my brother gives a shit about you? He tossed ya out like a bad habit when Sarah’s mom came around and just like that you gave into him” he shook his head.

“I thought you were smarter than that.” Anything he could say to hurt you. His words were like alcohol on a wound, a reminder of what had truly happened. Joel could see the hurt in your eyes.

“He wanted you gone the second Sarah’s mother said so” Tommy rubbed it in deeper.

“That’s enough Tommy,” Joel’s voice angrily stepped in.

“You probably did that on purpose too” Tommy turned back to his brother making him raise a brow.

“Sending me to go get the laundry knowing you left her underwear in your pocket-“ you looked up at Joel confused. Could it have been that he did it on purpose for Tommy to find out? Everything Tommy was saying caused you to go back and forth in your mind, conflicted feelings erupting within you, you had to get out of there.

“I need to go” you whispered as you grabbed your purse.

“Hang on a minute, baby. I gotta ask you something” Tommy walked closer to you as you swallowed nervously, the sarcasm in his voice only making you more anxious.

“Were you thinkin’ about him when I was inside you?” His question loud enough for Joel to hear. You couldn’t believe you had put yourself in this situation, filled with embarrassment you shook your head.

“Tommy, I’m not-“

“Answer my question!”

“Tommy! I said enough.” Joel stood between you both.

“What’s the matter big brother, can’t stand the fact that after all this time you had her right there, I got to have her first” Joel unexpectedly grabbed his brother by the collar of his shirt, aggressively pulling him close but all Tommy did was laugh. Joel knew he could do nothing to change that and released him taking a deep breath. The sound of the door slamming shut making both men turn to see you running out. They both stood silently before Joel turned back to his brother.

“Look…Tommy…I aint mean for this to happen..” Joel spoke low looking down at the floor. Tommy stood silent, a part of him knowing his brother had these feelings for you…just simply in denial of them.

“Go on…go get her,”

Joel looked up surprised with his response yet he could still see the anger his brother felt.

“You’re a dick for this but…I ain’t the one in love with her.”

Rushing to your door you began to unlock it when you heard footsteps behind you.

“Hey-“ Joel’s voice making your heart pound harder.

“I..I don’t wanna talk anymore about this ok. This shouldn’t have happened, none of it”

“You don’t mean that” he turned you to face him.

“But I do” you insisted.

“It’s true what Tommy said, you didn’t care to leave me behind when Sarah’s mother-“

“Sarah’s mother was a mistake and you know that.”

“Yeah well that’s not what you thought in the moment did you? Suddenly you hear your brother fucking me and-“ noticing him clench his jaw tightly you lost your train of thought.

“Forget what happened between you and him, you know damn well I’ve always had feelings for you ” he whispered as he stepped up closer to you.

“I was wrong for the way I handled things” he continued, his eyes studying your expression. He could tell you just wanted to forget about everything, he could see you felt like hiding.

“Why don’t cha come with me for the ride to pick up Sarah-“

“No-“

“We can talk some more plus I’m sure she’d be happy to see ya” you shook your head.

“Please baby” his husky voice calling you baby caught you completely off guard. With a sigh you gave in and hesitantly walked with him to his truck, both of you being watched by Tommy from the window. Of course he was still pissed, he may not have loved you but he was still lied to.

Sitting in the passenger seat looking out the window you remained silent, as much as you were relieved that Tommy knew the truth, guilt still ate at you. This wasn’t the kind of woman you were.

“He’ll get over it” Joel suddenly spoke making you turn to him.

“It was just so wrong” you shook your head.

“I should’ve never slept with him” you whispered. Joel’s hand tightening on the steering wheel as he stopped at a red light. Looking down at the radio he couldn’t help but wonder what his brother had asked you back at the house, a car loudly beeping behind quickly snapped him out of it.

“Geez” you whispered looking back as Joel cleared his throat.

“Can I ask you somethin’?”

“Sure” you responded hesitantly.

“What Tommy asked you..back in the house…” his eyes on the road as he continued to speak.

“When you…when you were with Tommy-“

“Joel, stop” you rolled your eyes with a sigh.

“Tell me-“

“I am not-“ he cut you off with just a look. A look that would make any woman give in.

“Yes, Joel. I never wanted to sleep with Tommy I was only pissed at you.” You blurt out.

“I only ever wanted you” you admitted as you looked away. Silence followed your words as you pressed your lips together.

“Ya know..it used to kill me seeing you two together on the porch in the mornings” Joel furrowed his brows.

“Watching how he somehow always made ya smile. Should’ve been me long ago” you looked down fidgeting with your hands when Joel’s hand gently covered yours.

“Should’ve been me all along…”

[roostersbby69]

0.3 | I’ll be here for you

Summary: the one where you and Bradley tell your parents you’re expecting a baby at 18.

Warnings: teen pregnancy, Bradley’s mom is still alive currently

Pairing: teen Bradley x teen Mitchel!reader

“So, do you want to say it or me?” You asked as Bradley parked the Bronco in the driveway of his house.

“How about we do it together, and I’ll take the hits. Literally.”

You smiled and nodded, “Okay.”

Your belly wasn’t showing yet but you just felt like everyone could tell you were pregnant, like it was obvious.

The both of you walked up to the door and went inside and you caught sight of Carol fixing dinner. Bradley had asked if it was ok for you to come over and Carol was more than happy to set out an extra plate for you.

“Hey mom!” Bradley called through the house as he came behind you and closed the door.

She peeked behind the corner and smiled at the two of you, “Hey kiddos! Come in!”

Bradley smiled and walked with you to the kitchen and pulled out a chair for you at the table.

You thanked him and sat down, nervously, and watched as she took out a pan from the oven that was filled with roasted potatoes.

The kitchen smelled delicious, Mrs. Carol was an amazing cook and baker. She made the best homemade pancakes in the morning and potato soup in the winter. And her chocolate cake was to die for.

She came to you and pulled you in for a tight hug as she kissed the top of your head, “Hi sweet girl, how are you?”

You smiled and felt all warm inside, “I’m good, how are you?” Truth was you were not good, you were sweaty with anxiety, nervous, and your stomach was aching.

“I’m well, just whipping up a simple dinner.” She turned back to Bradley and kissed his cheek before going back to cooking.

Simple dinner was not the correct term for her dinners, they were over the top. The potatoes were buttered and steaming, the roast was spiced to perfection, the washed strawberries for the chocolate cake were sparkling with water droplets, and the kitchen smelled amazing.

Your stomach growled as you were happy you weren’t sick of a meal. She called Bradley for help with bringing the plates to the table and you got up to help, but Bradley placed a hand on your shoulder, “Sit down, it’s ok, you don’t have to get up.”

You nodded and sat back down as Carol brought the plate of potatoes and roast to the table. And Bradley brought the napkins and cutlery.

He placed a water in front of you and sat down in the chair across from you. Carol sat at the end and smiled at the perfect scene in front of her.

“Let’s eat!” She grabbed a fork and knife to cut the roast as you gave Bradley worried glances, You probably should’ve talked about when you would be having the conversation.

“It’s ok.” He mouthed which made you nod and fix your plate.

-

While eating, you talked about school and what your plans were. They were fake, since finding out you were pregnant, but you tried to make it seem as true as possible.

When you were finished, you pushed the plate away from you and placed your hands in your lap.

Bradley nervously gulped his water down as he eyed Carol, trying to find out when he should speak up.

And when you gave him a look he finally did.

“Hey mom?” He gripped his jeans between his fingers and felt his throat tighten.

“Yes honey?” She looked up and smiled.

You stared between them as he swallowed and stuttered, “Can we talk for a minute?”

She scrunched her brows and nodded, “Yeah what’s going on?”

He looked at you and saw your face was red and you were nervously chewing on your lip.

“Um,” he picked at his plate and sighed, “We uh,” he had no words, no words were forming in his mouth right now, “Well I uh,” his chest tightened as he looked at her confused eyes before he finally spit it out, “Y/n’s pregnant.”

The whole room went silent, you could hear the washer washing the clothes in the other room and could hear all three of you breathing.

She looked to you with a shocked face as she gasped, “What?”

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, prepared for the cursing, before nodding your head slowly.

“By who?” She watched as your eyes lifted up to Bradley’s and she put two and two together.

“Bradley?” She whipped her head to him and he grimaced as she screamed three words he hadn’t heard out of her mouth since he egged his math teachers house, “What the fuck?!”

Carol had so many questions so she started off with the first one, “How did this happen?”

Bradley took a deep breath before opening his mouth and he heard your quiet voice speak before him, “It’s my fault.”

Both of them turned to you with wide eyes, “It isn’t.” Bradley immediately said while shaking his head, “We were studying and one thing lead to another and it just happened.” He tried to keep it as PG as possible for her.

“I talked to you about condoms Bradley!” She kept yelling at him. That was true, she had multiple talks about contraceptives and even one day, while brushing his teeth one morning, he found a box of condoms under the sink.

“I know, I’m sorry mom. She’s on birth control and we weren’t thinking.” He explained.

“I told you to not have sex with anyone you weren’t in a relationship with!”

That one hurt, your chest tightened as you felt tears welling up in your eyes. This was all your fault, why would this happen to you, you’ve never felt so embarrassed in all your life.

“I’ve gave you many talks before Bradley!”

“Mom, please clam down.” Bradley noticed the tears dripping down your cheeks and tried to calm her down.

“How? You got a girl pregnant! Let me rephrase that, you got Y/n pregnant!”

Bradley heard the scraping of the chair against the floor and watched as you got up and excused yourself from the room.

He turned to her and begged her to stop screaming, “Please mom, please calm down. It’s my fault not Y/n’s so don’t get upset with her.”

She sighed as she rest her head in her hands on the table, “Bradley, I have given you too many talks about safe sex by now and this is what you bring to me? I don’t mean to be rude but she’s your best friend. Not your girlfriend. I mean, did you talk about this before? Are you in a relationship?”

“No we aren’t in a relationship, it was something that just happened. We were at her house and things got carried away, things were moving really fast.”

It took a while to explain to her, but when she calmed down Bradley went to you in the bathroom.

“Y/n?” He softly knocked on the door and heard your quiet sniffles.

You unlocked the door and he slipped inside before shutting it behind him, his heart broke at your words, “She hates me.”

He pulled you into him and held you as you wiped the tears from your face, “No she doesn’t. If anything she’s mad at me.”

“I’m sorry this is happening, you don’t have to stay with me through this.” You cried into his chest.

“Stop, stop,” he grabbed your face and made you look at him, “Stop it, I’m not leaving you alone with this, I don’t care that my mom is mad at me. This is both of us.” He made you understand.

You nodded your head and sniffled as he wiped the tears away and pulled you into him for one last hug.

“It’ll be okay.”

-

Bradley had made sure you were ok and walked with you back into the living room where Carol was sitting.

You cautiously walked in and her eyes lifted up to yours, she immediately stood up and sighed.

And to your surprise, she pulled you in for a hug, “I’m sorry I yelled. It’s just this is a surprise, and you two are so young.”

You nodded in understanding, “I get it, it’s okay.”

“Have you told your dad yet? I’m sure the sooner the better.”

You shook your head and sighed, “I’ve been dreading it.”

“Don’t, he wouldn’t ever want anything to happen to you. He’ll be there when you need him.” She said.

If Carol acted this way about the situation, there was no telling how your dad would react. You’d just have to brace yourself for tomorrow.

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[ryanmarshallryan]

The Foodie Genie

Vincent had purchased a vintage cookie jar from an odd little antique booth at a local county fair. He thought it would be a perfect thing to put his homemade cookies in, which he always kept a batch of dough ready to make on hand, as they were his favorite, and perfect to bring out when hosting guests.

He did not expect it, though, when it began to smoke as he tried to clean it at home. Sparks flew out of it as he dropped it into his sink. Somehow unshattered, but still spewing sparks and purple colored smoke, he heard it make a squelching sound as if someone was prying their hand out of the cookie jar but it was suctioned in.

A great big figure of semi-transparent man jolted up out of the cookie jar and smacked its head into the ceiling.

“Years of hitting my head in my tiny little jar, to finally being released to hit my head again. Go figure,” said the being.

Vincent surveyed its impressive height, its massive belly, its bald head and goatee, and the way its legs seemed to swirl away into almost smoke.

“All right then, let’s get to it, I am Xavier, Genie for the Foodies, great to meet you,” Xavier held out a comically large hand, Vincent stared at it in surprise, “And your name is?”

“Vincent,” he blurted out, “Vincent’s my name, but you - what are you?”

“A genie. You got ears right?” Xavier said as it leaned back in the air, crossed its arms which accentuated its belly forward a bit.

“Of a cookie jar? I’m confused.”

“I could do the whole song and dance introduction, but I don’t want to overwhelm the already overwhelmed.” Xavier stated, magicking a large cushioned chair, and motioning Vincent into it. “You see, I’m a special kind of genie. A previous wish-giver was a foodie if I ever saw one, and made it so I can only grant wishes of a specific nature. For example, any food you could desire I could produce.”

Just then a whole feast of roast duck, mashed potatoes and gravy, green beans and more appeared with a pop in front of Vincent. Then in another moment all vanished, and was replaced with a buffet style platter filled with noodles and meats and rolls and veggies, and again vanished and was replaced with a vat of ice cream, steaming in the hot room.

“You get the picture, I can help you experience the rarest of delicacies too… and every once in a while I get someone who wants to become a rare delicacy themself, if you know what I mean.” Xavier raised his eyebrows, and watched as Vincent looked intrigued. “The one who wished I could only grant food related wishes, used his last wish to have me even swallow him whole! He wanted to experience first hand what it would be like to be food,” Xavier, floated upside down and let his large belly hang down and show how massive it is. It seemed to grow and inflate until it was pushing up against Vincent’s face.

In a flash of smoke Vincent suddenly had a gut the size of a yoga ball, and the genie was back to normal.

“Or I can give you more room, so that any meal you desire you’ll be able to finish, and have room for seconds…” Xavier snapped and Vincent’s belly swelled to the size of a compact car, “Thirds… fourths… you get the picture.”

In another puff of smoke the room filled with jello and Vincent felt himself floating in the giant mass and heard a muffled shouting from Xavier say “Or if you’d like to play with your food, I’m sure we could have a fun swim.” Another puff of smoke and Vincent was as small as a soup spoon, looking up at a dollhouse sized castle made of graham crackers and gingerbread. The candy door of it swung open and Xavier popped out, “Come on in, and consider a wish. You get three. No more. No less.”

Vincent entered the graham cracker castle, grabbed a chunk of chocolate that was by the door and nibbled on it. Xavier let him up a staircase made of cake, into a hall with a long table. They sat down and Xavier asked again what wish Vincent would begin with.

Vincent thought for a while. He supposed his wishes didn’t matter as much as a normal genie’s might. He didn’t think the world would collapse if he wished for a fridge with unlimited eclairs or something.

“I wish I had a fridge that could summon any food I desire when I opened it.”

“I can work with that,” said Xavier. A flash of smoke and they were normal sized, sitting on the kitchen floor. The genie gestured behind Vincent who turned to see a purple fridge replacing his old one. He opened it to find his favorite smoothie sitting on the center rack.

“Cool!” Vincent exclaimed, picking up the smoothie, closing the door and opening it again to find a plate of kebab waiting for him as well, “I didn’t even realize I wanted that. Thanks!”

Vincent drank and ate as he considered another wish. How could a wish regarding food be helpful for both himself and others? Maybe he could wish to change the taste of anything he ate to something he loved. That’d make shoving down the burnt stuff his friend made more bearable, even enjoyable. Or perhaps he could wish to not have any allergy to food or poison: to digest anything. But what if he wanted to heat something but not digest it?  “I wish I could change the shape of my gut at will, so if I want to eat a whole roast pig I could do it in one sitting, but then be able to change my gut’s size back to another size to fit my clothes.”

“Hmm that’s an interesting one. Many ways that one could be used without relation to food so it’d be tricky to see if my powers would allow. I think I can grant it, but only if the primary body part you are changing shape is that of your gut and digestive system.”

Vincent felt a surge of energy through him like an electric charge. He looked down at his gut and imagined it ballooning to the size of a watermelon. It did so. He opened the fridge and found a cantaloupe waiting for him, and he stretched open his mouth to an impossible size and fit the melon in easily, swallowing it down if it were a small round candy. He felt his gut with his hands, feeling the soft flesh and the hard melon underneath layers of it. He imagined that his gut would be packed with thick fat to pad the melon inside. He watched as his layers of fat grew thicker and thicker until his gut could easily fit a human inside and have enough fat padding no one would notice a difference in shape. 

“Wow, genie, you outdid yourself with this one. I think my friend Henry is gonna get a kick out of this,” Vincent said, turning back to the fridge. This time, when he opened it, the racks were gone and in their place was a full size human being, looking utterly bewildered at their being in a refrigerator. 

“Hello? Vincent? How on earth - I was just in the library. How did I get here?” said the man in the fridge, stepping out of it into the kitchen, “And who’s this? Or what is this?” he said, gesturing to the genie.

“I know you’ve got a million questions but I’d like to try something if you’re still interested,” Vincent said, “Remember when you told me about those funny fantasies you like to muse about when you’re - well you know what I mean?”

Henry looked between the genie and Vincent, and began to notice their large bellies, “What - ?”

“Wanna make it a reality for a bit? I can let you out later. Like this,” Vincent’s stomach changed shape and the melon popped out of his mouth, good as new. 

Henry looked surprised, but interested. “Wow, you swallowed that whole?”

“And you’re next, Henry,” Vincent said, with a gleam of devilishness in his smile. He glanced down on Henry and saw he wasn’t the only one changing shape. With one quick swoop, Vincent grabbed Henry by the shoulders, and threw him head first into his rapidly stretching mouth, sending him down into his belly, which was swelling to the size of a large couch again. Henry seemed to be quite content with this experience, not even struggling to slide down into his friend's belly.

The genie started clapping, “Oh my, what a show! You’ve got the hang of it quite quickly! But I must warn you, you must make three wishes by the time the clock strikes the hour mark, or all of your wishes will be revoked! And if that happens, your friend might be stuck in there for good with no magical stretching maw to let him back out.”

“The hour mark? Isn’t that like Cinderella and stuff? Why’s there a time limit?” Vincent asked, rubbing his gut and mildly distracted by the lump of Henry inside.

“Someone tried to wait to give me a final wish for 30 years and I got fed up and got special permission to start setting time limits.”

“Oh, I suppose that makes sense,” Vincent said absent mindedly, turning to the clock which read 3:59pm. Sudden panic filled him and he jostled his belly, sending Henry bouncing around. “One minute!”

“30 seconds actually,” said Xavier, not stressed about it.

Vincent’s mind went blank with shock as he tried to think of something good. He gave up and went with something that intrigued him earlier, “You said you ate one of the previous wisher people? That could be interesting I suppose to know what it’s like for Henry. I wish you would swallow me whole for a bit, then let me out before I get digested!”

Xavier looked excited and coy, “Really? Me eat you? I haven’t eaten in years,” the genie said, blushing. He clapped his hands and the room filled with smoke, and suddenly the two of them were steaming in a warm vat of hot fudge together. Xavier leaned in close, “I like a little flavor. But what would suit you best? Hmm…” The genie snapped its fingers and the vat of hot fudge turned to chicken soup… then to a birthday cake… then to a pool filled with chicken parm and pasta… then suddenly Vincent found himself sandwiched between two human sized slices of seeded bread, with an assortment of stuffing, cranberry sauce, turkey and lettuce and tomato. “Just want to say thank you for being a great wish-giver,” said the genie.

Vincent’s eyes grew wide as Xavier’s mouth stretched to the size of a door. Vincent felt air rush past his face as the genie’s throat seemed to start vacuuming the air around them down inside it. The sandwich lurched forward and Vincent watched as the giant mouth came closer and closer and he began falling into it, feeling the wet, mushy expanse of the back of the genie’s throat, and the tight squeeze down its esophagus. He fell what felt like ten feet down a tight, slimy tunnel of saliva, and landed in an opening chamber of stomach juices that tingled his skin. He felt around the giant stomach and felt it shrinking. He began with space to move around, but by the time it stopped shrinking he could barely move his chest to breathe. He hoped Henry was doing alright in his own belly, though his empathy was not deep when he felt Henry’s elbows and knees jabbing directly into his bladder and lungs. He felt the stomach walls around him knead his body, squeezing and contracting, as acid trickled down his sweaty face. He felt like he was dissolving into soup, felt like he could no longer tell where his fat belly ended and the one he was in began.

He began to fade into unconsciousness when, in a puff of purple smoke, he felt all stress upon his body relinquish as if he had been let go of from the tightest, sweatiest hug ever. He landed softly, seated on the ground of his kitchen. He looked around but did not see the genie anywhere. Xavier had gone. He felt a bit groggy. Perhaps he had passed out on the kitchen floor. Had it all been a dream? 

His answer came at once.

“Hey, bud, I’m having a great time… but you might wanna swallow some antacids, or let me out soon… unless you're hoping to make me permanently belly fat, of course, but this stomach acid is getting stronger.”

Vincent turned to the fridge. It was still purple. “Cool,” he whispered to himself. He looked up where the genie had been floating a while before and mouthed a silent “thank you.”

“Vincent? You there? I’m kinda digesting in here.” Henry called with a forced-casual tone showing signs of mild panic.

“Oh, right!” Vincent said, opening the fridge to find antacids and threw the whole unopened bottle in his mouth and right down into his belly.

A while later, after stretching his throat and mouth to let Henry out, the pair of them sat at the table, sharing some cookies. They sat in silence for awhile, enjoying each other’s company and processing what had happened.

“So I’m thinking, maybe I can come over for dinner again next week?” Henry said.

“To be dinner? Or share dinner?” Vincent joked.

“Why not both?” They shared a smile.

[medusagorgongirl1]

I'm sick of this Fandom saying that Dick only eats cereal and that the only thing Tim can cook is a cup of coffee and treating Jason like he's some sort of michelin star chef, like seriously? that's it?

Dick came from a circus full of people with different cultures and backgrounds. Idk if y'all have every gone to one of those big weddings that takes place in your cousins back yard but fucking everyone comes together with food. You make the things you know and love and share them with the people your friends and family know and love. And also Dick was a kid that loved attention, of course he would sit in the kitchen and be entertained by someone while his parents were training. I'm convinced that Dick knows how to cook the most random, homey, comfort food dishes but like nothing 'ordinary'. Like that man can make the best goulash you've had in your life (only with the good paprika), he makes vegetarian momos that even Damian can't resist, his challah had more jew in it than Bruce does. But if you ask him to bring a casserole to a get together, he'll fucking bluescreen and buy a pre-made potato salad.

I agree that Jason is a good cook. As a kid I was poor, but in my later teenage years we were more middle class. That change in being able to buy ingredients, to actually make something homemade with is insane. I'm convince that one day he showed Alfred one of those '3 ingredients browine recipe' and asked if that wasn't too much to use and Alfred introduced him to the concept 'the more ingredients the better taste'. That said, as an adult I don't think he was making all these grand dishes. He doesn't live with Bruce, and frequently changes safe houses. He doesnt have the dishware to make these extraordinary foods. Like he'll make some fettuccine alfredo, but those aren't homemade noodles. He's not making a cheesecake, but he'll make a nice banana bread. I also think that he would be a bit nostalgic for the foods of his childhood like we all are in a way, but he would better it. Like cheap ass Ramen? That man is making a steaming bowl of pho. Baked potatoes? Creamy potatoes au Gratin. Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches? Fruit tarts with peanut butter cookies. He's not phenomenal, but he's resourceful.

I said this in a previous post but Tim can cook goddammit. He grew up in a big home as tween with an unlimited fridge. He did what kids do; make really shitty food until they understand cooking. He would thrive off of reciving praise from his parents if he informed them on how independent he is. I know he tried to learn how to make all of their favorite meals until he could recite the recipe word for word. And I don't think that left even after he became robin. Because things were shaky with Bruce for a while, and Tim needed to prove himself. He definitely found out how to make the most tasty protein filled post workout foods because he was determined to be a good robin. I think that as an adult a lot of those would stick too. Like he would know how to make a lot of standard meals, and knows how to read relatively re create a recipe. He isn't useless in the kitchen just because he's rich.

Stephanie is always neglected in these and I refuse too, I love her. I think that she would be kinda a combination of Jason and Tim, like she knows as a vigilante (especially one always underestimated) she really needs to prove she can hold her own and I think that means that she would care about her diet in relation to her workout regime. Her diet would probably consist of a lot protein, fiber and vegetables. But also I think she would be more nostalgic that Jason. Because who can't help but romanticize the sight of your mom making your birthday cake and adding a drop of magic that turns it purple. If it comes down to the frozen pizza or the frozen stir fry, she might choose the pizza because it's the same brand her mom would make on Fridays. She knows how to make the foods that are good for her (to an extent, similar to Tim in that way) but she would also be able to make more of her comfort foods. But above all else, she's a sucker for convenience store meals. She's a patsa roni after patrol kinda gal. And some days she'll add in steamed broccoli, but the nights she's really feeling it, she might just turn on some old cartoon and sit on the floor with her pasta roni.

Damian is more interesting. Always being wealthy has him thinking cooking a bit beneath him. BUT, he also how easy it is to poison someone by making their meals. I feel like in the league of assassin's he learned to detect poison in food and knows how to get it back up. But, it's easier to detect that type of thing with plants. I think he knows which plants are poisonous simply by sight, taste and smell. And besides the obvious reason behind his vegan/vegetarianism I think that is also one of the contributing factors. But I still think it took him a while to come around to Alfred and ask to learn how to make more of the foods he can eat. I don't think that would happen until after he has since how the memories from cooking affect Dick, how cooking gives Jason a sense of freedom and control, and Tim independence. I think he would come to recognize the importance of being able to do something for yourself without assistance. I think he would begin with shyly approaching Alfred vegan recipe he found (because vegan/vegetarians recipes are finally becoming more mainstream and popular on social media), and Alfred will agree because he wants Damian to request certain foods. He wants Damian to truly enjoy meals and not just tolerate something Alfred makes. So I think Damian would know how to make a lot of staple dishes, but also a lot of really yummy vegan dishes. But I also think he would have a slight nostalgia for foods more regional to Nanda Parbat. Specifically I think he would miss spicy food and that it would become necessary in his favorite dishes. I think he would be a sucker for a nice lentil soup, so spicy that only Jon can stomach it.

Sorry for the long post, but this has been on my mind a bunch lately.

[escapingrealtiylovinginsanity]

Sonny Carisi: Camera  

Warning: NSFW themes- nothing super descriptive.

 

Sonny had promised his mother that he would print the pictures from his niece's third birthday. His caseload had been heavy, and he was already three months late delivering the pictures. He had led his mom to believe that he had already gone through edited and printed the pictures in question. The truth was that he hadn’t even looked at his camera yet.  

All he wanted was to cook you a real homemade meal like he had been promising for far too long. Instead, you were in the kitchen making soup and he was pulling down his camera flipping through his pictures. A hobby that he usually took great joy in but today was feeling more like torture.  

He was flipping through the pictures walking over and turning on his personal laptop. He smiled fondly flashes of a little blonde girl in a pink dress with multicolored tutu. Her running around, blowing bubbles, blowing out her birthday candles, and pink frosting smeared all over her face as she ate birthday cake. 

He was only half paying attention clicking through and reaching for the cord to connect it to the computer. Then he saw a flash of burgundy lace. His eyes flash back to the screen. He stares at it for a minute as his brain comprehends what is on the screen. He brings the camera up closer to inspect the picture. He slowly went through the pictures. None had your face but there was plenty of skin on display. The lace that covered your chest was thin enough to see your skin and harden your nipples underneath. The panties were just as sheer and had straps wrapping around your thighs and stomach. In one picture with your legs spread wide thumb teasing the hem he could clearly see how wet the lace was. Some of the pictures were blurry, had an awkward angle, or both but they were all hot and had Sonny stirring in his pants.  

You hear footsteps coming into the kitchen. You had the soup on the stove simmering. A thick hearty loaded potato with extra bacon to combat the bone-chilling New York cold. “Almost done,” You turn around to see Sonny at the edge of the kitchen. You are all smiles until you see the camera in his hand. 

A memory hits you. You had been waiting for Sonny to get home for date night. You had gone all out shaving your legs, curling your hair, and putting on a new set. All for him to cancel on you. A new lead had popped up that needed to be checked into. You had understood and weren’t mad. You did pout and drink a bottle of wine to yourself. You had spotted the camera halfway through the bottle. It had been an impulse to take the pictures. Your drunk self had wanted Sonny to know what he had missed. You vaguely remember setting the camera back and stripping down and into one of his shirts to sleep in. You hadn’t thought of it since.  

Judging by the look on Sonny’s face he had found them.  

You weren’t sure what to say. You weren’t sure what he would think. Sonny often had a different perspective than most men concerned with things like this because of his years as a detective in sex crimes. “Shit, Sonny...About those pictures- I totally forgot-” 

“Can I take some?” He asked abruptly and you paused a little stunned at his response. Then you noticed the bulge in his pants showing how much he enjoyed what he saw. “I want to take some pictures like these- of you,” He continued then seemingly realizing how it sounded added, “Only if you're okay with it, of course. I don’t want you to feel obligated or uncomfortable or-” 

“Okay,” You agree easily. You knew you had nothing to worry about. Sonny would never show anybody pictures of you. And honestly, the thought turned you on. You squeezed your thighs together at the thought of Sonny being completely enraptured in you and your body. “One condition,” 

His eyes shined with excitement and lust. He was eager. “Name it.” 

“They get locked up in your gun safe.” 

“Done.” 

He reaches out tugging at your wrist to lead you to the bedroom. You laugh a bit in disbelief. “Now?” You look back at the soup on the stove, “Aren’t you hungry?” 

“Famished,” His tone and the way he looked over you made heat pool in your lower stomach, your core clenching. You reach back turning the stove down to its lowest setting before letting Sonny lead you to the bedroom. “I didn’t recognize the set you were wearing. Will you put it back on for me Doll? You’ve given me so many ideas.” 

I considered continuing this (and still might) but this seemed like a smooth stopping point. Love you guys xoxo 

Taglist:

@polkadotpenguin16 

@pulparindos 

@rebeccapineapple 

[demigod-shenanigans]

While I’m on the topic of Valgrace adopting a child, this is Sofía:

Some lore:

When Jason and Leo are in their late twenties/early thirties a demigod legacy leaves a baby at the entrance of the Waystation. The decision to adopt her is easy—they’d been thinking about adoption anyway. Besides, Jason has been the abandoned child before and Leo obviously isn’t fond of the foster system and knows exactly what it’s like to feel unwanted by a foster family. They’ve both felt so lost and alone and unloved in the past and they immediately vow that they’ll do everything in their power to make sure this little girl won’t ever feel like that.

They name her Sofía Esperanza Valdez. Sofía because it’s one of the names they both liked and Leo decides she just looks like a Sofía, and Esperanza obviously in honor of Leo’s mom. Jason is the one to gently suggest using it as a middle name, stating that if names have power, there’s nothing quite as powerful as hope, and Leo immediately starts crying. (He knew he wanted to honor his mom in some way. He just didn’t bring it up because he was terrified that the baby sharing a name with his mom after what happened to her might be bad luck. But Jason is right that hope was the thing that saw them through when nothing else would, making it a name that’s fundamentally very positive. Besides, Leo’s mom was so much more than her death. She was smart and brave and stubborn and loved with all her heart. She managed to find happiness, even in the difficult times. All of these are good things.)

Me and @queenjunothegreat have been waffling back and forth about this girl for weeks, there is so much lore I’ll probably need a lot of posts for all of it (or asks, if anyone wants to know anything specific please feel free to send asks)

For now, have some additional Sofía fun facts (under the cut so people who aren’t interested can scroll past more easily):

-She’s a legacy of Luna, the faded Titaness of the moon. Piper thinks it’s hilarious that wolf boy somehow ended up with a moon child and jokes about it a lot.

-When she wouldn’t sleep as a baby Jason would rock her while levitating up and down the hallway. They’re not sure why, exactly, but this almost always worked.

-Sofía’s first word is papa, which is not, in fact, the Spanish word for dad that Jason was going for but instead means either pope or potato (depending on how it’s gendered). The word for dad is papá, which is similar-ish but emphasizes the ending instead of the beginning. Adult Jason’s Spanish is decent but he got it mixed up which part needed to be emphasized and taught her wrong. Leo absolutely explodes into laughter when he hears it and it’s one of his favorite stories to tell for years. Every time someone asks about her first word he lights up like a Christmas tree. Jason is mortified but the whole thing brings Leo so much joy that maybe the embarrassment was worth it.

-Leo is always building her stuff to play with. Sofía is the kind of kid that brings some new toy to kindergarten/school at least once a week because Leo cannot tell her no for shit.

-Leo is usually the one who stays up at night with Sofía when she’s a toddler. Due to the whole moon child thing, she’s a terrible sleeper (good luck waking her in the morning) but Leo doesn’t really mind. He’s just tinkering away at some project that he’d probably be working on at that time anyway as his very awake kid toddles about and they’re both perfectly content with it. They fall asleep on the couch together watching TV the next morning, and Jason just smiles and gets a blanket to put over Leo’s knees.

-Her and Leo definitely bake together and it usually comes out well but the kitchen is always a huge mess after. One time she insisted her dad help her make a birthday cake for her papá’s birthday but Jason cannot cook or bake to save his life and it was a complete disaster.

-Sofía has no concept of fall damage. Absolutely none. Will climb up anywhere no matter how high and jump off with zero hesitation because there’s never been a time when her dad hasn’t caught her (either personally via flying up or with the winds). Leo is way more anxious about this than Jason, which seems strange until you consider that Jason is married to Leo and has had to catch him plenty of times in the past, but while Leo worries about Jason sometimes, he’s never really had to worry specifically about Jason falling from high places before. But obviously, unlike Jason, Sofía can’t fly.

-When she’s annoyed, she scowls in a way that’s almost comically similar to Jason.

[miss-nandini]

If you want angst I have one with a happy ending so.

In this the mc is depress because it seems like everyone forgotten their birthday and they didn't get an interview, a gift from a student or even gotten the dorm decorated, which leads her sadden but doesn't say anything and the boys feels guilty on learning what happen and try to make it up, upon learning they never celebrated their birthday at all.

A/N: I'm really sorry for being this late. Hope you are doing well. It was supposed to have angst. But it turned out kinda funny. This was rushed as well .Enjoy! 💜💜💜💜

Happy Birthday Dear Prefect! (F! Reader)

When you first found yourself in Twisted Wonderland, you didn't know what to do with that piece of information or yourself. All you wanted was to go back to your world and end the adventure that was forced upon you. Since then, a lot of time has passed. You made some friends for life, who really feel like a new family at times– yeah, minus the disastrous parts.

Maybe that's why when everyone forgot your birthday it stung. But you weren't going to make a fuss over that. You ate your lunch quietly as Ace and Deuce bickered like always. These days, Jack, Epel and even Sebek joins you guys at times. In a nutshell, not a day goes by without the boys being chaotic.

It was Ace who noticed the sad look on your face.

"Hey (Y/N), why the long face?"

Everyone quieted down fast after that and suddenly you were the center of their attention.

"Are you feeling unwell (Y/N)?"

Deuce asked in worry.

"No, guys, it's nothing, don't worry."

You replied.

"Then... wait... I feel like we are forgetting something important here!"

Deuce frowned.

"Huh... Wait, no, I just remembered... Prefect, isn't today your birthday?"

You sucked in a breath and the gears in their seemed to turn.

"OMG! I'm so sorry!"

"Myahhhh— hench-human, it's your birthday?!"

"There's no time to be sorry, Loosey-Deucey. We gotta decorate ramshackle and invite everyone and give our gifts— we have no time to waste!!!"

Ace was clearly panicking. You couldn't even get a word out. Suddenly, Deuce got up from his seat and yelled

"ATTENTION EVERYBODY! IT'S OUR PREFECT'S BIRTHDAY. ALL OF YOU ARE INVITED!!!"

He ignored the bewildered looks, the others shot at him and sat back down.

"No need for invitation cards anymore."

Later, after all of you were done with school, Ace and Deuce took it upon themselves to decorate the whole dorm.

"Guys, it's fine really—

"No, it's not fine!!"

"Myahhhh, what do we do with this balloons?!"

"You kids need a hand?"

You were startled by the new voice. You looked around and saw Jack, Ruggie and Leona standing there. When did they even come in? Who even left the door open?

"Huh, you will never get done with anything this way. Let the experienced step in."

Leona smirked and the others snickered.

"Do I get to have a say in this?"

"Nope, herbivore."

Ruggie was cleaning the table when a thought struck him.

"Wait, it's a birthday party. So, what about the birthday cake?"

"Trey said he will bring one, don't worry!"

Ace answered.

"Well, well, well. Everyone is worried about the decoration? What about the prefect? You wound me folks."

It was Vil. Wait... Vil?

"I told them to come (Y/N)!!"

Epel smiled at you.

"How can we not attend mon trickster's birthday?"

Rook chimed in.

"Come with me, sweet potato. Let's prepare you."

You could only nod as Vil dragged you upstairs. You could no longer understand what was going on. From no one remembering your birthday to suddenly the chaos— you couldn't wrap your head around it.

By the time Vil finished, you could hear so many voices from downstairs.

"There you go, my princess. You look absolutely stunning tonight. Tonight, may all eyes turn to look at you in wonder."

He kissed your forehead softly before stepping away.

"Thank you... Vil."

You were truly grateful. You couldn't help but smile brightly.

"Let's go now."

With that, the two of you headed downstairs.

"Hello, guys!"

All heads turned to look at you and you were surprised to see so many familiar people. Even Idia and Malleus were there!

"Oh my God! You look absolutely gorgeous!!"

"Y-you look cool, prefect."

"Oh my, our prefect looks so fine tonight."

"You are as beautiful as ever, child of man."

"You look ethreal, dear."

Endless compliments flied your way. All of your friends were there and you couldn't be happier.

"How about we cut the cake now?"

Trey chuckled.

"Yes!"

You cut the cake and the other chanted happy birthday. The way you felt couldn't be expressed with words. After the cake was cut and shared with everyone, the guys wished you again and gave you their gifts. Then, suddenly

"Wait, everyone. It's our prefect's birthday. She needs to give us a speech!"

Cater spoke up.

"Guys, I—

"No! Cater is right!"

"Say something for us (Y/N)!"

"Please!"

"No need to be afraid!"

"(Y/N), (Y/N), (Y/N)!!!!"

Well, you couldn't say no anymore. The way they were looking at you, it made you feel so warm and fuzzy inside.

"Alright! Alright, everyone! I will!"

Ortho handed a microphone to you as people started to quiet down.

"First of all, I would love to thank everyone who came here to celebrate my birthday. I will especially thank my best friends Ace, Deuce and Grim. Leona, thank you for stepping up to help us. Trey, thank you for making me this beautiful cake. Vil, thank you so much for helping me dress up. Azul, Jamil, thank you for helping out with the food. All the others— Jack, Epel, Riddle, Cater, Idia, Ortho, Ruggie, Jade, Floyd, Rook, Kalim, Silver, Sebek, Lilia and Malleus! Thank you, all of you! When I first found myself in Twisted Wonderland, all I wanted to do was go back. But, because all of you, I found great friends— a big family here. Yes, there are bad times, but with you guys by my side, I don't care. With you all, I want to continue my journey here. With you guys... I know I will never be alone...I know, everything will be fine..."

As people clapped and cheered, you knew everything will turn out well despite a bunch of problems you might face.

[rubellirium]

Fork honed sharp

◆ Pairing: Blade x reader (gender-netural) ◆ Word Count: 900~ ◆ CW: thoughts of cannibalism, very vague description of intercourse, Dead Dove Do Not Eat ◆ Inspired by Korean Cakeverse. "Forks" people have no sense of taste. "Cake" people's flesh and bodily fluids are sweet and are the only thing Forks can taste.

Your tears weren't enough anymore.  The taste was fading, like licking a wooden ice cream stick, tasting more of the wood than the sweetness. You were so, so sweet– Something between honey, with your tears having an aftertaste of nectar. When Blade first got to taste you– simply licking your sweat, going step after step– he felt like he was eating for the first time in his life. Compared to the faint flavours in his memories, it all felt bleak, almost tasteless like the ashy food he had been forced to eat for years now. Back then, he lapped at your wrist like a starved dog (taste of your sweat, of your skin– addicting) till his tongue was numb, your skin red from friction (pulse of your blood– tempting).

But he quickly craved more.

Now, you lay under him so prettily. Back arching, your ribs pressing against his, shaking with every breath. (How would your marrow taste?) Your nails add red lines on his back, they disappear quicker than you can create them– he wishes they would stay, that you could have a payback. For hours and hours wasted on him licking every inch of your skin, for every tear he made you shed, even if it wasn’t from pain. For now, Blade, despite being more of a tool than a man, could bring something more than pain. With his hips in a rhythm that you desperately tried to match, with his lips, leaving a trail of open-mouth kisses - from the dip of your shoulder, the column of your neck leaving blooming marks on the side where your blood pulses wildly (how would your veins taste?), to the edge of your jaw till he reaches his reward.

Blade sucks on your wet cheek, each tear disappearing in his eager lips– he clicks his tongue in frustration. It was tasteless, like wet ash on his tongue.

You open your eyes at the sound. Blade can see the sadness mixed with tears, the wrinkles between your brows and the frown on your lips; something akin to shame and worry painted on your face. His heart doesn’t ache at the sight; he wishes it would. He wished it could be different, that you were the one cursed with this insatiable hunger. His flesh would regenerate, his heart would pump as much blood as you desired– the pain would fade. You would consume him again and again– a kinder death. Two cursed lovers; blood on his hands, blood on your lips.

Eating was a chore. Something he had to do to not slowly starve but not truly. Never truly. Beautifully smelling meat, salads full of colours, cakes promising so much sugar his teeth rot, it’s all the same– ash. Each bite was mechanical action, like pumping gas into a machine - forcing himself to chew, to ignore the tasteless textures, to swallow despite his body wanting to puke. Bite after bite, minutes stretching into hours as he stares blankly at the plate -  chicken with its golden skin peeled, mashed potatoes with red sauce carelessly mixed in (How would your blood taste?).

You tremble under his calloused hands. Clinging to his body like a lamb fearing for its life– Blade wishes he wasn’t the butcher. He nuzzles into your neck, your skin so hot and full of life, his hands stroking your body; from your sides to your hips, resting on the thighs that were straddling him. Meanwhile, your hands stay rigging, gripping onto his shoulders, digging into the material of his shirt. Desperate and afraid, but when he glances at your eyes, he sees only kindness and devotion.

He wished he could be kinder to you, as much as a tool could be. Put a scabbard on, so he would never cut even if he bruises you.

Blade groans into your skin. The taste of you melts across his tongue, dizzyingly sweet. The more of you he could consume, the more prominent the taste was. Thick and deep like wine, sweet like honey with some aftertaste of flowers he cannot put his fingers on, leaving pure sugar on the back of his tongue. You dig deeper into his shoulders, plea on your lips when Blade snarls, teeth still deep into your flesh as he pulls you closer– step away from feral.

You weren’t close enough, he needed you flushed against his body, to feel every inch of you against him as he slowly worked on making you both into one in the most literal sense of it. The pain in his scalp as you jank him by the hair only makes him more excited, but at least you manage to get his teeth out of you. For now, he’s sated to just suck on the wound, drawing out more of your blood. Blade’s sloppy, letting the liquid trickle, roll down his chin and stain both your and his skin.

Every few days, your body was being decorated with another bite. On the dip by your shoulder, on your plushy thighs, your forearm, your calf. Each one red and aching, and each one kissed better. Each one followed by an almost apologetic look from Blade as he kisses you slowly– his lips taste like copper. For him, it tastes like ash.

Your blood wasn’t enough. (How would your meat taste?)

[rottenpumpkin13]

Angeal gets a cooking show of his dreams

*Angeal is cooking vegetable stew*

Angeal: Now that we're done chopping the vegetables, I'll have my assistant bring in the meat we'll be using.

*Sephiroth walks out carrying potatoes*

Angeal: Where's the chocobo meat?

Sephiroth: Chocobos are beautiful, intelligent creatures who should not end up in—

Angeal: You're fired. Bring in Zack.

-

*Angeal is showing the audience the perfect cake recipe. Zack is in the background cooking chocolate sauce*

Angeal: The trick is to not use too much sugar because you want the sweetness to be just right without being overwhelming. Now, blend the butter until it's smooth and creamy...

*The entire pot catches fire. Zack tries to put it out with a kitchen towel but now that's on fire too*

Angeal: Once you have your butter and sugar mixture ready, go ahead and prepare your eggs. Make sure they're room temperature before separating the yolk....

*Cloud runs in with a fire extinguisher and tries to put it out. Doesn't work. Everything is covered in foam but still very much on fire*

Angeal: Next, you'll want to sift together your dry ingredients—flour, baking soda, and a pinch of salt—and slowly incorporate them into your wet mixture!

*Cloud slips on the foam and falls on the floor. Zack tries to help but knocks over a set of knives directly into the fire. Zack then grabs a flaming knife and stands over Cloud in the flames. Cloud is screaming*

Angeal: Finally, add in some vanilla extract for extra flavor.

*Everything is on fire. Cloud is trying to wrestle the knife away from Zack*

Angeal: I thought of adding in some mint for a fresh, cooling effect, but we don't need that! It's not like our kitchen is on fire hahahaha—WHAT THE FUCK? PUT THE KNIFE DOWN

*Sephiroth runs in front of the camera with a sign that reads "SAVE THE CHOCOBOS"*

-

*Angeal is showing the audience how to bake the perfect Banora White pie. Genesis is his assistant*

Angeal: Now, our pie will turn out exactly like this example pie I have ready here. While my assistant chops the apples, I'll start preparing the shortcrust.

Genesis: Everyone knows that Banora White Pie needs a graham cracker crust. It's the only way to properly balance the flavors.

Angeal: A traditional shortcrust is the key to a perfect texture. It holds up better and doesn’t get soggy.

Genesis: Perhaps if you knew how to bake it properly, it wouldn't get soggy. The graham cracker crust adds a dulcet sweetness that complements the Banora White apples.

Angeal: What we need is balance, not an overwhelming sugary taste. Bedsides, a graham cracker crust will fall apart on the plate.

Angeal:

Angeal: Like you.

Genesis: Angeal Hewley you take that back immediately.

Angeal: Why don't you take your graham cracker crust back to the apple farm, Genesis?

Genesis: Maybe I will! And I can bring our audience with me so they CAN FINALLY TRY A PROPER BANORA WHITE PIE.

Angeal: ARE YOU REALLY SO PETTY THAT YOU CAN'T ACCEPT THAT YOU'RE WRONG?

Genesis: WRONG? YOUR LOGIC IS A JOKE!

Angeal: SAYS THE GUY WEARING A RED LEATHER COAT IN JULY.

Genesis: SAY THAT AGAIN AND SEE WHAT HAPPENS.

Angeal: GLADLY. YOU WOULDN'T KNOW A GOOD PIE IF IT HIT YOU IN THE FACE!

*Genesis smashes the apple pie in Angeal's face*

Angeal: ........

Genesis: Ha! How's that for a pie hitting you in the face!?

Genesis:

Genesis: What are you doing with that rolling pin?

Genesis: HEY! PUT IT DOWN! HELP! THIS IS AN ATTEMPT ON MY LIFE! HE'S TRYING TO ASSASSINATE A PUBLIC FIGURE AND END LOVELESS.

*Angeal is now chasing Genesis around the kitchen using the rolling pin as a weapon*

*Sephiroth appears, holding Cloud up in front of the camera*

Cloud: ?

Sephiroth: For the modest sum of two gil, you too can rescue chocobos like this one from a grim fate.

Cloud: 💢

[makeitmingi]

The Cat and Dog Game [Chapter 14]

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Comedy

Pairing: Yunho x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Chef!Reader, RestaurantOwner!Yunho, MaitreD!Hongjoong, Waiter!Yeosang, Waiter!San, Waiter!Mingi, SousChef!Seonghwa, SousChef!Wooyoung, PrepChef!Jongho

Summary: Yunho's dream was to open and run his own restaurant. But he doesn't know anything when it comes to cooking. Until you came along and accepted the job, bringing with you a small crew. How will the black cat tame the energetic golden retriever?

Word count: 3.2K

Yunho chewed on the nail of his thumb nervously as he sat in his car. How was he supposed to act when he saw you today? He left you, asleep on your couch last night. Well, he wrote a note but should he have woken you up?

"Argh!" He fell forward onto his steering wheel. Yunho inwardly cringed, imaging how if his mother knew, she would nag him for being 'un-gentlemanly'.

*KNOCK KNOCK*

Yunho looked up to see San there, tilting his head in confusion, having seen the taller's quiet outcry.

"You okay?" San asked. Yunho nodded glumly. He gathered his things and got out of the car. Seeing the two other cars parked there, he knew that the kitchen crew was in already.

"We had a break yesterday, why do you look more tired?" San chuckled, slinging his arm around Yunho's shoulders.

"I'm fine, San. I just stayed up too late playing." Yunho said.

"Yeah, after abandoning Yeosang and I mid-game. What gives man?" San raised an eyebrow.

"Sorry, I just had to suddenly go somewhere for... a thing..." Yunho tried his best not to give anything away, making San scoff. They walked in together and the kitchen was already bustling, as expected. While San greeted everyone excitedly, Yunho ducked into the locker room to put his stuff down.

"Morning." Yunho gulped, greeting everyone. You were standing at the other side, your back to him. With your music playing in your ears, you didn't hear his soft greeting.

"Are you okay?" Seonghwa asked. Yunho nodded his head, going to the front of the house to get the barista counter ready.

"I'll start the bacon garnish for the bacon quiches coming out." You said, turning around.

"Before that, taste test this, please." Jongho placed one of the pastries on the board and cut into it with his knife. The crisp sound of pastry sounded through kitchen.

"So layer of puff at the bottom, layered the thin potatoes over and doted camembert cheese with thyme and black pepper." He said.

"Mmm, it's good. How did you prep the potatoes?" You asked while chewing the bite.

"Thinly sliced, then cooked in cream for a bit until just before tender then I laid it over the pastry. Oh, I also shredded some gruyere over. And 5 minutes before it was done, I cracked the black pepper over, was worried it might burn in the oven." He explained.

"Good decision. Hwa, Woo, come taste." You called them over. Jongho cut them wedge to try. Seonghwa nodded in approval while Wooyoung happily leaned on Jongho.

"This is amazing. You, just promote him to sous already." Wooyoung said to you.

"He's been doing the duties of a sous for so long, he just doesn't want to take the title." You scoffed, rolling your eyes.

"I would rather not work the pass. I'm fine doing prep when I can." Jongho said, bringing the other potato camembert pastries to the side for service later.

"Working the peanut butter frosting now for the chocolate cake." Wooyoung announced, running to the mixer.

"Orange pound cake ready to hit the ovens." Seonghwa said.

"I'll start on the candied orange peel topping while you make the drizzle?" You asked him. He nodded and you both started on those tasks. Yunho peeked through the small window, you seemed fine. You weren't unhappy and Seonghwa didn't look like he wanted to kill Yunho so maybe he was fine.

"Aww." He whimpered with dread, his shoulders slumping slightly. Mingi, who was standing there, watched his best friend with much confusion. He chuckled before moving over.

"Yunho."

"AH!" Yunho jumped, falling back slightly while panting with his hand over his chest in fear.

"Buddy, what is wrong with you?" Mingi asked. Having heard Yunho scream, you poked your head out. Yunho and Mingi both looked over at you.

"Everything okay here?" You asked with a raised eyebrow. Mingi shrugged, nodding over to Yunho.

"I'm fine. Thanks, (y/n)." Yunho cleared his throat, straightening up. You nodded slowly, not really knowing what was happening between them but you didn't really care to get involved.

"Oh, yeah. Yunho, you left your scarf at mine last night. It's in my cubby." You said and Yunho nodded before you went back into the kitchen. Mingi's eyes were wide, his jaw slightly slacked as he turned to his best friend.

"You left your what where?" Mingi asked.

"She invited me to her place for dinner last night." Yunho explained with a sigh.

"Is that why you've been distracted and jumpy?" Mingi questioned again. Yunho nodded then shook his head, then ultimately just let his head drop in frustration.

"Ah... no, it's not that." Yunho grumbled, rubbing his temples. Mingi just playfully smirked.

"It's okay, Yun." Mingi teased, wrapped his arm around his best friend.

"What's going on?" Hongjoong came over.

"So our dear boss here, apparently left San and Yeosang mid game yesterday. Yes, they complained to me about it. But what I've heard is that our boy here, actually left to go to (y/n)'s place for dinner. Even left his scarf there." Mingi informed. Hongjoong's eyes widened as Yunho facepalmed.

"You suck, Mingi. I'll explain what actually happened when I clear my head." Yunho rolled his eyes and entered the kitchen.

"Hey." Yunho came to you. You held a hand out to him as you were stirring something in the sauce pan, taking a spoon to taste it.

"Yeah. What's up? I already told you that your scarf is in my cubby, get it yourself if you need it." You said, still moving along the bench but at least were listening to Yunho now.

"No, not that. Thanks by the way. I just... you're not mad?" Yunho winced as he asked.

"Mad? Why would I be mad?" You scoffed.

"Because I just left you there on the couch...?" Yunho rubbed the back of his neck. You stopped, staring at the wall before turning to look at Yunho.

"And what do you think you should have done instead? Yunho, I'm not mad. I would have been if you had actually woken me up. And anyway, the person who should be mad is you. I invited you over and fell asleep." You shrugged.

"No! I'm not mad at all! I know... it's tiring cooking a lot. I'm still really grateful and enjoyed myself." Yunho gulped. By now, the entire kitchen had gone quiet, with the 3 listening in.

"Nice to hear that you did. I brought leftovers if you're interested." You told him.

"You did?!" His eyes sparkled.

"Yes, I just said I did." You side eyed him. Yunho let out a sigh of relief, throwing his head back as he began to laugh. He was worried over nothing, you weren't mad.

"There's not much time. You need to open the restaurant." You checked the wall clock.

"The restaurant?... Oh yeah! Opening time!" He jumped and ran out the door to the front, leaving you there, blinking.

"So..."

"Shut up. It's nothing." You rolled your eyes, cutting Wooyoung off. Seonghwa just chuckled at how Wooyoung whined at your lack of sharing. He was curious too, he hadn't heard you mention anything about Yunho being over when he called you yesterday. Maybe he'll ask you later.

"I'm more interested in what you cooked him. He was so excited about leftovers." Jongho raised his hand. You sighed while Seonghwa and Wooyoung burst out laughing.

"Short rib bourguignon..." You mumbled softly, looking at your fingernails instead of directly at them.

"What?"

"Short rib bourguignon..." You said again, albeit a little louder but still tried to keep your voice low. There was suddenly a wave of silence that washed over the kitchen.

"You made him our favourite dish?! Don't tell me you made it with bone marrow."

"How could you?"

"We've been asking you to make that for so long!"

All the protests came at you. You scrunched your nose, rubbing your temples before turning back to your counter and finishing your work. You've never given into their short rib bourguignon request just to mess with them and hold it over them.

"Fine, yes, I made it for him with bone marrow, everything. I wanted him to try it okay? Because his favourite thing is galbi jjim so I wanted to let him try it." You said.

"Mash or pasta?" Seonghwa asked.

"Both. Roasted garlic mash and pappardelle." You told them, taking the trays out of the oven when the timers were up.

"Wow... Even gave him options..." Wooyoung shook his head with a click of his tongue, conveying the betrayal that he felt. You shot him a flat look.

"You guys have had it before! And you guys are capable of making it on your own." You hissed.

"And don't tell me that Yunho can make it on his own too because we know he can't." You glared at them before they could reply.

"Alright, alright. We accept your apology. Now, let's discuss the dinner menu." Jongho patted your shoulders. You cast him a look, you didn't even apologise to them.

"Let me bring this out for service." Seonghwa brought out the other bacon quiches to display. You grabbed a piece of paper and your sharpie, beginning to brainstorm with Wooyoung and Jongho on dishes for tonight's dinner menu. Hongjoong said that there were already quite some reservations coming in.

"We should do a chopped romesco sauce. Don't blend it, do a fine chop on the board for texture." Wooyoung suggested. You nodded, writing it down.

"Sorry, what are we serving with that?" Seonghwa came back in, having heard Wooyoung's idea.

"Chicken roulade. Stuffed with perilla leaf and garlic chives. Sous vide and finish off in a pan to get some colour on it." You said.

"If we have the sous vide going, let's do barramundi on the grill. Sous vide cherry tomatoes and fennel in that Korean aged white soy sauce to serve alongside." Seonghwa raised his hand.

"I think we need starches. With the chicken, potato parsnip puree? And I think with the barramundi, like a rice pilaf."

"What do you suggest we flavour the rice with?" You asked Jongho.

"Mixed herbs, paprika, lemon zest and we make it slightly creamy with emulsification of cold butter to finish it off. Just slightly to accompany the meatier fish and tartness of the cherry tomatoes." Jongho replied.

"Main starch?" Wooyoung asked. You put the sharpie down, scratching your head as you walked into the walk in to check the ingredients that you had.

"Seafood pasta. Blend the roe of the scallops, make a light sauce. Serve it with seared scallop meat, grilled prawns, clams, squid. I want the prawn shells for a prawn oil to go over." You said.

"Yes, chef." The 3 replied.

"Are we doing bucatini?" Seonghwa clarified. You nodded your head slowly, too focused on the sauce instead.

"Let's mix some chogochujang (spicy sauce usually served with seafood and Korean raw fish) into the sauce to add brightness. I want the tartness from the vinegar."

"Sure." They all took their own notes for what they would be doing for the night.

"Okay, let's discuss appetisers before we get too hung up on the mains. Then desserts." You pulled up another piece of paper. Yunho came in to listen to your brainstorming session. But with what happened earlier, Seonghwa, Wooyoung and Jongho stopped talking, looking at him.

"What?" You looked up from the paper when they went silent. Turning around, you saw that Yunho was standing there. You hadn't even heard him come in.

"Guys, focus." You frowned.

"Right... So I was saying yukhoe (Korean raw beef) but with a chimichurri. We got a fattier cut of beef, it should cut nicely."

"Okay. Hwa, you're on that for tonight then." You hummed and wrote it down.

"I kind of want to do a soup. What soup can we do with what we have?" You asked. Jongho and Wooyoung walked into the walk in to check the inventory.

"White bean?" Jongho suggested.

"I would like to save the white bean for cassoulet stew tomorrow. What are our other options?" You said.

"We can do wild mushroom soup with doenjang." Wooyoung proposed. You all thought about it as a concept, mushrooms do go well with heavier, more fermented flavours. You nodded and added it to the list.

"You okay to handle that on your own?" You asked. Wooyoung gave you a thumbs up. Then you moved onto desserts. Yunho watched you quietly, he was always so mesmerised by you.

The way you commanded the attention in the room, the way the others looked at you with such respect and reverence.

"Alright. That settles it. Let's get the sous vides going and we'll break for the day." You said.

"Anything I can help with?" Yunho asked.

"Yes, actually. Help us fill those bins and stick the sous vide in while we begin the prep." You said. Yunho nodded, he knew how to do that, you've taught him before.

"(y/n) and I on the tomatoes and fennel. Hwa hyung and Jongho on the chicken? We'll help when we're done here." Wooyoung asked.

"Sure." Seonghwa and Jongho started on the chicken. When Yunho was done setting the sous vides up, he went to help them. Jongho gave him the mallet to pound the chicken until it was flat and even. Seonghwa prepared the filling of mainly perilla leave and garlic chives that would go in the middle.

"It reminds me of a roll cake.... but like, meat." Yunho chuckled as Jongho explained the dish to him.

"Well, that's essentially the idea." Seonghwa said. While you made the 'marinade' for the vegetables, Wooyoung quickly prepared and sliced the fennel.

"What's that?" Yunho asked.

"White soy sauce." Leaning over to grab a tasting spoon, you pour a little on and handed it to Yunho for him to taste it.

"It doesn't look and taste like soy sauce. It's sweeter? And not as salty as I expected. How do they make the colour so light?" He asked, tasting the bit of sauce.

"White soy has more wheat than soy beans and is fermented for a much shorter period of time. That means less sugars are broken down, that's why it has a sweeter taste." You explained.

"Can you use it as a dip? Like for fish." He thought out loud.

"Not really. It is used more in cooking to enhance flavours. So the cherry tomatoes we got are a little sour, that's why we're using the sweetness and lightness of the white soy to balance it without adding straight sugar." Wooyoung added.

"Doing the same for the fennel." You said. You held open the sous vide bags for Wooyoung to dump the ingredients in.

"How's the chicken coming along?" When you and Wooyoung prepared the vegetables, you went over to where Jongho and Seonghwa were.

"You can start trussing the meat while we finish up." Seonghwa said. You hummed and grabbed the butchers' twine.

"Ooh, what's going on here?" Yeosang came in.

"Watching them prep for dinner. And helping." Yunho said. Yeosang leaned down to watch you secure the rolled up chicken with twine after Wooyoung rolls it with filling.

"Looks like a lollipop." Yeosang laughed. That made you let out a small laugh, nodding in agreement.

"What is the green filling?" He asked.

"Perilla leaf, garlic chives, salt and white pepper." You replied. Yeosang nodded his head, impressed and interested in the dish. He took his phone out to take a picture of the rolled up chicken. When Hongjoong came in for his break, Yunho went back out to support the other boys.

"Okay, let's start a timer and head out." You instructed. The 4 of you went to get your things. You grabbed Yunho's scarf and container of leftovers, tucking them beside his bag.

"Bye. See you tonight." Hongjoong waved with a smile, Yeosang too. The 4 of you headed out for the rest of the day.

"Kitchen crew just went home." Yeosang said, stretching his arms over his head.

"This is bomb." Mingi said, stuffing his face with a slice of bacon quiche. San leaned over with his mouth open for Mingi to feed him but Mingi merely pulled his plate away.

"Get you own." Mingi growled.

"I just want a bite! And that's the last slice!" San whined. Mingi rolled his eyes, giving in and letting San have a bite.

"Mmm, it is good. The meaty bacon in the quiche with the crispy bacon on top." He said as he chewed. Yunho waved for San to help make the drinks for the orders that were coming in. Mingi continued to have his break behind Yunho.

"So, can you explain what's up with you and (y/n) now?" Mingi asked, taking a sip of his coffee.

"A little busy here." Yunho replied, keying in the order so San would get the ticket to prepare the drink. He stepped away from the cash register to help San.

"Thank you. Please come again." He smiled, handing the drinks to the customers.

"There's something going on between you and (y/n)?" San asked while scooping ice into the cups.

"Nothing. Mingi is just spouting nonsense. As usual. (y/n) and I are just... friends." Yunho rolled his eyes, ignoring the way his chest felt warm when he called you a 'friend'. Mingi scoffed at Yunho's words.

"You were at her house yesterday." Mingi pointed out.

"You're at my house all the time. Does that mean there's anything going on between us?" Yunho raised an eyebrow.

"Well, there can be. But you playing. I told you we could get married if the law allowed it." Mingi teased, making San laugh. Yunho sighed, facepalming at Mingi's words. People would seriously misunderstand if they had heard him. Yunho's mother thought Mingi was serious when he mentioned marriage prospects jokingly.

"Wait, is that why you left me and Yeosang to die?" San asked in disbelief and betrayal. Yunho ignored him so he turned to Mingi, who nodded in confirmation.

"Wah, Yunho ah. How could you?" San shook his head with much disapproval.

"She invited me for dinner. That's it. Nothing happened. We talked about food and cooking." Yunho said briefly.

"You just left after eating?" Mingi tilted his head.

"She fell asleep on the couch. It felt awkward for me to continue to stay so I left." Yunho revealed. Mingi and San burst out laughing, making Yunho shush them since customers were around.

"Were you so boring that she fell asleep?" San could barely get his question out between his laughs.

"She was tired from cooking. The dish she cooked me was a difficult dish and it took her a long time to cook it." Yunho frowned.

"Wow, she put in that much effort to make dinner for you? That's really nice, Yunho ah. You should do something to thank her." Mingi adviced. Yunho nodded, he knew he should repay you but he didn't know how.

"How? I didn't even know what kind of gift to bring to her house. I brought her my favorite cold brew coffee... She said she liked it but I don't know." Yunho rubbed the back of his neck.

"You'll think of something." San patted his shoulder with encouragement.

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I want to believe that the neighbors do a sort of apartment potluck and they all bring their things. Nacha might be the apartment complex's chef but I think all neighbors have their specialty dishes.

I don't really see any of them being completely hopeless at cooking 😅 even those who aren't the best still manage to bring a decent dish

Here's a list of what they would bring:

Roman Stilnsky: Borscht or stroganoff with the help of Lois, of course, since he tends to wander off and forget about the kitchen altogether lol

Lois Stilnsky: Either knoephla soup or gooey butter cake. Midwestern classics!

Robertsky Peachman and Albertsky Peachman: They often bring potato stew or peach pie (sometimes with ice cream to serve a la mode). Albertsky dreads making the pies every time.

Angus Ciprianni: Since he knows that the foods will often be heavy/filling he opts for the simplest option of pasta with tomato and basil sauce (plus some cheese) to cut the richness.

Elenois Sverchzt and Selenne Sverchzt: They either bring varenki or chicken kyiv. Coincidentally, their childhood favorites.

Arnold Schmicht and Gloria Schmicht: Arnold is a simple man, he knows that you can't go wrong with hush puppies! Gloria, on the other hand, makes some collard greens because she thinks her neighbors need to eat vegetables. Sometimes, for christmas dinner, they take care of the mac and cheese.

Izaack Gauss: Knowing him, he probably was going on his way to home when he had The Realization™ that the potluck is the next day, so he runs to the store and grabs all the ingredients needed to make schnitzel, something easy but not any less welcome.

Margarette Bubbles: Tater tots casserole, because again #midwestern

Nacha Mikaelys: She ALWAYS brings something new, so everyone is always at the edge of their seats trying to guess what she will bring. The big hits during this event have been: Pot roast, Tortilla chicken soup, Oven baked baby back ribs (even recieving Mclooy's approval), and Mashed potatoes. She also makes baklava, but that's a christmas exclusive!

Anastacha Mikaelys: Anastacha is still learning how to cook and while she doesn't often bring something, she makes a KILLER dip for chips* and sometimes brings appetizer-sized burritos.

Mia Stone: She likes to bring some roasted brussel sprouts but she also likes to make Shepherd's pie. At times, she brings marbled cake.

Dr. W. Afton: Like Anastacha, doesn't always bring things, but when he does, he opts of soup dumplings or spring rolls. Sometimes likes to make rice pudding.

Francis Mosses: He makes a good potato salad, he adds some apple to his, but always leaves a small container without apples for Anastacha.

Steven Rudboys: He likes to bring baked beans. He's not the best at baking but his biscuits are always welcome. And also brings beer, of course.

Mclooy Rudboys: His brisket is unparalleled, that's all you need to know.

Alf Cappuccin: Just like Anastacha and Afton, he doesn't bring food often but he likes to bring crumpets with a jar of jam and some butter.

Rafttellyn Cappuccin: She often complements to what Alf brings so she tends to cook fish and chips, other times she brings some goulash. Raffie sometimes brings some berry crumble.

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*The dip recipe is a personal of mine lol