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[hongskitchen]

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[bitchfitch]

I know it's more my vibe to post extremely unhelpful recipes but I'm proud of how this one looks

[metamatar]

beautiful but unfortunately only a 7/10 was not spicy enough for honey chilli potato

[the-things-i-put-in-my-mouth]

Halloumi and pepper skewers with spiced potato wedges, baby gem and tomato salad….

[ohbutwheresyourheart]

so life and the horrors persist and I will never be thin and look like cillian murphy, but i DID just make the most amazing sandwich so. that's something i guess.

[lustingfood]

Chilli, garlic & honey roast potatoes (x)

[elinorasims]

Build | Strangerville | Ziggy's Diner

Lot Info

Type | Restaurant Lot Size | 30x20 World | Strangerville Value | 94,857 Baths | 3 CC | No Packs | Unrestricted Ziggy's Diner is a classicly retro mashup of Googie and passenger train inspired styles situated in Strangerville Plaza.

Ziggy's is a compact restaurant and bar combo with a Strangerville twist: classic red booths and an elongated mid-century modern bar layout meets sci-fi inspired and 50's-kitsch inspired cluttered decor..

It's giving the diner from the movie 'Paul'. I hope. lol

Ziggy's has a fully customised menu featuring some Mountain States inspired comfort dishes and some American classics (full menu below the cut).

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| hi my loves

hopefully you like this one- it was super fun to build and I'm finding my feet a bit more building for this save, i think!

it's been playtested (briefly lol) and should be fully functional and a smooth enough restaurant experience for your sims to enjoy.

i love Paul so much aha we watched it this past weekend and i was immediately like 'yup. gotta go do a strangerville build now.'

| dag dag fn. <3

Ziggy's Diner Menu

Drinks water ; lemonade ; milk ; orange juice ; coffee ; cream cola ; fizzy fruity drink ; pitch black ; root beer float ; soda ; tang and zing ; boiler room ; eapa ; juice on the rocks ; wrench ; galactic vita-water ; silent film ; sour punch ; sunset valley ; alien juice ; cupid juice ; space energy drink ; jet juice

Appetisers chips and salsa ; mac and cheese ; bowl of olives ; bread roll ; french fries ; whole wheat bread ; popcorn shrimp ; garden salad ; cheesy bread ; grilled plantains ; seafood chowder ; soft shell crab cake ; empanadas ; watermelon salad

Mains mac and cheese ; chicken nuggets ; popcorn shrimp ; baked potato ; hot dog ; lobster roll ; veggie burger ; chicken and waffles ; fried chicken sliders ; mushroom waffles ; sausage and peppers ; scrambled eggs with bacon ; seafood chowder ; tofu dog ; fish tacos ; hamburger ; fried fish ; pancakes ; aubergine Parmesan ; sweet corn pizza ; mushroom steak ; french toast ; vegetable chilli ; egg white omelette ; mushroom soup ; bbq ribs plate ; blackened bass ; gumbo ; steak

Dessert neapolitan ice cream ; rainbow sorbet ; vanilla ice cream ; alien fruit tart ; cream filled donut ; cream snack cake ; honey cake ; plain waffles ; rainbow brownies ; hamburger cake ; chocolate chip cookie ; apple pie ; banana cream pie ; pumpkin pie ; simcity cheesecake ; fruit cobbler

[roci-wolf]

[22:29]

lee know x f.reader

word count: 1,2k

genre: fluff, established relationship

warnings: slightly suggestive jokes, mentions of food, "witch" used as an endearment. please do tell if i missed anything!

a/n: had this in my drafts for a while now and i decided to finally finish it so i hope the ending doesn't sound a little too rushed. anywayz, tooth rooting fluff bcs i need it.

It had been a very exhausting day. Actually, exhausting was not enough to encapsulate the plethora of emotions boiling inside you or the way your body was feeling — your arms were aching so hard you almost dropped your bag on the way home more than three times, your legs were trembling like jelly and your eyelids were so heavy they were threatening to close against your will. But you had to at least get home first and collapsing in the middle of the street as cars were passing by wasn't on your to do list that day.

But there was something you haven't done yet. One last bullet point that desperately needed to get checked. You wouldn't relax unless you were completing that last task. That's why you were now almost running towards your apartment, high heels echoing in the silent and chilly night. The light in front of the apartment building was slightly flickering again, the buzz of the lightbulb giving its last breath filling your ears as you were fishing for your keys in your purse. You cursed under your breath — where were those damn keys?!

Everything seemed to be running in slow motion. The only thing engulfing your head was the image of the last task of the day needing to be tackled. Your blood was pumping furiously in your veins as if you had been fighting with a lion and a bunch of pirates before arriving home. A tiny moth flew in front of you, entering the building through an open window, as if it was mocking you for being a human who needed a keypad in order to enter their own home. You huffed and puffed, getting more and more agitated.

Finally, you found the keys hidden right at the bottom of your purse. It was as if the whole world wanted to piss you off by keeping you away from your task.

You couldn't even remember how you got in the elevator and then unlocked the apartment door. Everything happened so fast.

A smell of freshly heated food with a tint of male cologne filled your nostrils. Soft music notes carassed your cheeks, dim warm light kissed your eyelids and the fluffy carpet hugged your toes, inviting you in. You smiled to yourself like an idiot, taking a deep breath.

Your heart was on the brink of exploding. But not yet, you wouldn't allow it.

You dropped your purse on the ground, threw your jacket in the hanger carelessly and started running. Nothing could have made you run like that in that moment apart from what was waiting for you on the couch of your living room in a dark blue hoodie and sweatpants with a cat in his lap.

"'Night, Y/n, how was toda- OOF"

Dori was smart enough to predict the disaster that was to follow and quickly left her spot from Minho's lap when you decided to throw your body like a sack of potatoes towards him. You landed with half of your body on the expandable couch and with the other half on your boyfriend. Your hands crawled on his chest and reached his cheeks. He stared at you, blinking like a confused cat with puckered lips because you were gently pushing on his cheeks.

"I'm guessing you'le bely tiled?" he tried to speak with lips like a fish's and you giggled, tucking your nose in his chest and releasing his face.

"That hurt, honey", he whined as you scooted closer to him, wrapping your leg around his figure. Your skirt slightly rose up your leg, so he covered your lower half with the blanket that had been previously warmed up by him. You hummed as the crazy demons that were trampling in your mind burned in the cozy feeling and slowly perished.

"I could die happy now" you mumbled with your face hidden in his hoodie.

"Go ahead", Minho said, surrounding your shoulders with his arm. "Send me a letter from hell".

You gently punched his stomach with your fist.

"How rude! How could you know I'd end up in hell and not in heaven?!"

"With your demon-like behaviour and bewitching being? Darling, you're a walking sin."

You raised your head to glance at his face, chills traveling across your body like a gang of dancing mariachi.

"Wow", you said. "You got me there, Mr Darcy."

The corner of his lips lifted in a smug smirk upon perceiving your reaction.

"What, has my compliment vanished all your braveness? You were so determined to fight me a second ago."

"You're talking as if you didn't just admit I have bewitched you", you scoffed, placing your head on his shoulder so you could look at the side of his face better.

"Well, you do it everyday. I'm not ashamed of speaking about it. How could I not?"

Oh, he did not.

You felt his hand sneak up around you, his fingers traveling across your spine. You rolled around above him before his hand could find your bottom.

"Auch! Witch, what have I done to you?!"

"Keep those grabby hands to yourself, mister", you pushed his chest with your index finger. "Or I'll have to cast a spell and transform those fingers of yours in spaghetti."

"Babe, I don't think that you'd like that", he raised his eyebrow, looking you dead in the eyes. You couldn't believe he was so blunt that night.

"Are you trying to imply something?"

"I don't know, am I?"

Your faces were inches apart, your lips almost touching his.

"Hm. Maybe that tongue needs to disappear as well."

"Oh, honey, you make bad decisions upon bad decisions. You know, it's your loss, not mine. "

"Are you so sure about that?"

His long eyelashes were tickling your face.

"I know you, baby. You wouldn't resist two days."

"Oho, cocky, are we?"

"Hm, just like you like it, my witch."

You didn't push his hands away this time. He grabbed your waist with his hands and gently pushed your body up so that your lips could finally touch. You were fully draped over him now, with your hands on his chest. His fingers tangled in your hair, softly massaging the scalp, making you hum into the kiss. You felt him smile as his other hand placed itself on your back, pushing you closer. You pulled away from his face and let him intertwine his legs with yours as your bodies mingled together, almost becoming one.

You would have fallen asleep there if only your annoying stomach didn't start making weird sounds. Minho giggled, cooing at you.

"Aw, is honey hungry? Why didn't you say so from the beginning?"

You mumbled, feeling your face heat up.

He turned his head with his ear towards your mouth, mockingly.

"What? I didn't heaaar youuu", he trailed off, amusement clear in his voice.

"I said", you spoke up, "I wanted to cuddle first!"

You smirked seeing his face contort because you spoke too loudly in his ear. He frowned, blinking repeatedly and slowly.

"Well, your belly doesn't want cuddles."

"Then my belly is a loser."

"Hey", he retorted, patting your lower back. "Your belly is cute. Don't insult it."

"But it's standing in the way."

He laughed, a series of giggles ending in an "ah", almost like a sigh, while he was carefully prying away from you. You pouted, but he quickly pecked you on the lips before disappearing in the kitchen.

"I know something both you and your stomach would love", his voice floated to your ears. "Pancakes and cuddles?"

You smiled, hugging the blanket and your knees closer to your chest, hiding your nose in it, inhaling Minho's familiar scent.

My final task is about to be completed.

[wanzerous]

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐍.

you were out of this world. literally. you crashed in mondstat with no recollection of yourself. your name? you didn't know it. your birthday? nothing. all you had were the clothes on your back. completely defenseless, you were approached by the knights of favonius who brought you in for interrogation. and before you knew it, you were questioned by a guy with a careful demeanor and another with a love for 'subjects'. kaeya x fem!reader x albedo.

.☆。• *₊° 002 - 𝙳𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙼 𝚅𝚂. 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚈

 ❝   𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇, 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐘 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄.  ❞  𝑯𝑼 𝑻𝑨𝑶, 𝑷𝒀𝑹𝑶 𝑽𝑰𝑺𝑰𝑶𝑵 .

trigger warning: slight gore.

you were taken well care of. barbara, the young blonde, talked you through everything. she explained where you were, and even the anemo archon. archon. it wasn't a title you were familiar with, but she spoke so passionately about the anemo archon.

the god of freedom, and wind ... said god seemed very carefree.

she washed the ash off your skin and bandaged your minor cuts. she offered a clean white, frill top with flounce sleeves, and white pants to fit. theyhugged your hips nicely. except, they were a bit long, and hid the flat shoes you were offered.

your hair was dried and left alone. and you smelt of cecilia flowers. " there! good as new! " barbara hummed, as she gathered the towel she offered to you. " there's no pain, right? " she offered, and you shook your head. she managed to heal you very nicely. she had this power that made your bruises vanish. you wanted to thank her. you bowed your head, and she gasped, " please, no need to thank me! i was merely doing my job! " she blushed softly, patting your shoulder, " i would be rude if i let you remain hurt, right? "

and maybe she was right. she was a kind human. you straightened up, and she took your hand into hers, before leading you out the washroom. the hallway of the headquarters was chilly. it was empty, but a few guards remained there. her hands were soft in your own, and her twin tails bounced softly. " here we are. " she smiled and stopped at a grand door. on it, read ' acting grandmaster ' and you didn't think much of it. with a soft knock, the two of you stayed there, before a firm voice spoke. 

" please come in. " jean spoke clearly from the other side of the door.

and barbara turned the knob and walked in. you followed beside her, and took in the few people there. it was the same three, but this time, a new face. she had brown hair, and bright amber eyes. she wore red, and a cute headband that resembled a bunny. " thank you so much. " jean smiled at barbara who smiled softly, " it's the least i can do . " then your hands detached, and you looked over at her confused. 

" this is where we'll part for now. but i'll come check on you in a few, okay? " she spoke to you with a soft wave before leaving the office. you wanted to go with her, but you couldn't. the door shut, and you looked back over at the intimidating people. as you turned to face them, you were met with a single eye; the male from before. kaeya, was it? sir kaeya? " you look well. " he spoke and brought a hand up to twirl a strand of your cleaned hair. you tensed, and he smiled kindly, " are you hungry? we've selected a few dishes. why don't you have a seat and enjoy them? " 

he gestured over at the wooden table where a few dishes sat. there was sticky honey roast, crispy potato shrimp platters, and chicken-mushroom skewers. the aromas took over the room, and your stomach growled. " haha, go on. don't be shy now. " he led you over to the table and sat you down, and you stared at it curiously. was it safe to eat? how were you sure it wasn't poisoned? then again ... they were nice people, and they wouldn't dare do that, right? they've helped you this entire time. you then reached forward and began to eat. jean felt a bit relieved. 

" she's are not a threat. that's obvious. there's no sign of hostility. and even when you first encountered her, she didn't own any weapons, correct? " jean questioned kaeya who nodded his head and took his seat back on the side couch. " that's correct. i didn't even have to raise my voice. how obedient she is. " he crossed a leg over the other, and jean nodded. " so .... what's her name? she... doesn't talk much, does she? " amber spoke up loudly, and the others seemed to take a few glances. 

" she has yet to speak with us. on top of things, we do not know her name. " jean added. you blocked them out; too busy stuffing your face with the food and drinks offered to you. it was all tasty, and you let out a few satisfying hums. 

" there wasn't a vision upon encounter either. " kaeya mentioned, which was valuable information. he glanced over at you, watching as you ate carefully. then there was a knock, and you jumped in your spot. you looked over, and the door was opened. 

" i've finished my research for the time being. " the male spoke. his voice was soft. monotone. " what is the urgency? " albedo asked, closing the door behind him.

he didn't wear a concerned expression. if anything, he showed a hint of uninterest. and while you stared at the short male, he seemed to feel your daggering eyes, and he returned the intimacy. your eyes met with his; eyes that looked like the ocean, with long lashes. he eyed you down; eyes lingering from the top of your head to the tips of your shoes, " hello to you too. " 

there was a second of a rush. it pooled in your stomach, and your cheeks flourished a cherry red. you quickly looked off and returned to eating your meal. and yet his gaze still watched you. it began to make you uncomfortable. " mister albedo , " jean called to him, and he looked over. he raised a brow slightly at the call, " yes? " 

jeaned managed to break down the situation. and yet, you remained silent during it. " a descendant from heaven ...  " albedo hummed, placing a hand beneath his chin as he thought, " i can tell. they smelt completely different from humans. " he mentioned, and looked over. with his look, the others followed, and you tensed in your spot. " humans carry a distinct smell. the moment they entered, there was a smell that broke the chain. " albedo spoke moreso to himself, and yet, his eyes were still on you. " the aura is completely off. " and if looks could kill, you'd be dead. 

" but please do not take my word as final. " albedo spoke, crossing his arms over his chest, " this may be a stretch. i will have to study her for a while and get my thoughts and observations together. " he felt like mentioning this because he could tell they were jumping to conclusions. " alright, thank you. " jean thanked him, and yet you still felt drawn to him. what did he mean that you didn't have a "human scent"? what all did he know. then again ... what did you know. he could be right, and you might not even be human. you knew nothing of yourself, so how could you talk about anything. 

but there was an urge. something within you that you couldn't control, and you found yourself standing on your feet. the chair slid back, and your legs carried you forward, closing the gap between you and albedo. he watched you, eyes still crossed, until your hand reached forward and his arms untangled. his gloved hand grabbed your wrist, but the distance was closed, and the damage was done. the tips of your fingers pressed against the gold diamond on his neck. his grip on your wrist tightened, and the other grabbed at the sword buckled on his waist. 

" albedo! " the others shouted, and his expression hardened. your fingers traced the shape before you applied pressure. more. 

more.

harder.

dig your nails into him. now.

do it.

harder.

until your index and middle finger pushed in and broke the skin, then flesh, and your fingers were knuckles deep in his throat. 

" KILL HIM. "

and he winced, drawing his weapon as he struggled to grasp the air he needed. your shoulders were grabbed and pulled back. you were thrown to the floor, and albedo's hand quickly went to cover his neck to stop the bleeding. 

"hello? are you okay darling? " 

lisa called out, and you jumped from your daze. " you've grown pale. " you trembled slightly, fingernails digging into your palms as you looked around frantically. everyone looked at you. your chest-thumping and your gaze softened at albedo. he stood there, arms still crossed, and neck and mark still intact. 

you were dreaming. 

you envisioned something that was real. the voice you heard was as clear as day, and you went to cover your ears. " she must be tired. " jean sighed, standing from her seated position behind her desk. " we can think of something tomorrow. why don't we all just ... take it easy for the remaining of the night? " jean spoke hesitantly. " rich coming from you. " kaeya smiled but nodded, " that sounds ideal. "

" great. i'll take her to a room for now- " jean mentioned, but kaeya stood and advanced, " i can handle it. " he gently waved her off and approached you. your hands fell onto your lap as kaeya peered over you, " let's get you to a room. you must be exhausted. " he pointed out, and you agreed. that was the only answer. you must be hearing things and seeing things because you were tired. you stood up and, he led you once more. but you couldn't help but inspect the blond alchemist who watched you exit. 

" sleep well. " albedo spoke, and you looked away. your fingers still trembled, and you reached forward and grabbed a hold of kaeya's arm. albedo's eyes focused. an interesting reaction. and kaeya merely smiled it off. but he felt you trembling. he took it as you were overwhelmed by the new faces, which was okay. either way, he led you down the hall, and the festivities from before slowly drew quiet. he led you up the tall stairs and stopped at a room. he opened it, and it was vacant. 

the bed was neatly made, and the moon shone through the window. the curtains were pulled back, and he gestured you inside, " you'll be resting here. make yourself at home. " you forgot that you latched onto him, and finally let go of his forearm. you advanced and took a look around the room. it was spacious; all yours. your fingers brushed against the bed linen, and you finally took a seat on the comfortable bed. " is it to your liking? " he asked, crossing his arms and leaning on the doorframe. 

you were looking outside at the people dancing. but once he spoke to you, you looked over and gave a nod. your lips parted slightly to speak, but you pressed them back together. " that's excellent. " he smiled. and there was a moment of silence. but he stood there, watching as you looked out the window at the people below you. " is it true that you don't speak? " he asked again, and you looked back over. 

that wasn't true. you could speak. you knew their language, despite you just appearing here. you understood them. but you were nervous about speaking to them. but they were nice. they were so kind, and yet there were moments of doubt. but sir kaeya ... he's been nothing but gentle to you. he spoke to you so softly, and it gave you butterflies. his touch, when he grabbed you, he was never forceful. he was so sweet ...

so why did you feel like his persona was fake?

you didn't know him well. you were still learning, but something seemed strange about him. a bit ... off. you took a deep breath, eyes falling into the hands in your lap. you thought. you thought so hard that you didn't hear him further advance into the room. your lips parted once again, to speak, and you looked up and found your face only inches away from his . his single blue eye glistened in the moonlight. whatever courage you composed quickly died, and you grew tongue-tied once more. 

" WHEN MISTER ALBEDO SAID YOU WEREN'T HUMAN, HOW DID THAT MAKE YOU FEEL? "

you couldn't look away. it was like that single eye of his had you in some kind of trance. 

" WHEN HE SAID IT, YOU SEEMED A BIT ... DERANGED. YOU BEGAN TO SHAKE. WHY? "

because you wanted to kill him.

no ... no you didn't.

that wasn't you thinking that! you didn't have a reason to hurt anyone here! " you're suspect. " kaeya whispered, breath resting on your lips. he closed it with a smirk, " your behavior is coming off as a threat. don't make me find out your true intentions .. " he warned you. he spoke like you were really a threat. mondstadt ... city of freedom. freedom ... of what? you knew he was just doing his job. he was a knight; the protector of the people. you understood that. 

and yet your fingers brushed against his cheek, thumb rubbing at the apple of it before moving up. further, and further, until your thumb rubbed against the socket of his eye. you dug your nail deep into it. it was so pretty; his eye. they were such a pretty blue and had diamonds in them. the diamond-like albedo's mark... 

you jumped, and you let yourself lean forward. you rest your head on kaeya's shoulder. he was shocked. he stiffened for a second but then relaxed. he wondered what was wrong with you, and all you could was rest your head there as your eyes watered. " i ... " your voice squeaked. it was so light, and it trembled. if he wasn't so observant, he wouldn't have noticed that you tried to speak out. 

" i'm ... " you repeated once more, fingers gripping at the fabric of his jacket, " i'm not ... " you wanted to speak so badly, but your voice trembled and cracked. " i won't  ... hurt ... a-anyone ... " you managed to compose a decent sentence, and you felt an arm around your neck. it was a hug. he hugged you, and you needed it. 

" alrighty then , " kaeya hummed, " i believe you. " or maybe he was glad that you were the first to speak with him.

YOU'RE A LIAR. // ARE YOU A LIAR?

[ when stars align. || kaeya x fem!reader x albedo ] [ 2380 words ] part one: [here]

[calabria-mediterranea]

How to celebrate Christmas like a Calabrian

No mere summer fling, the sun-drenched ‘toe’ to Italy’s boot is an unmissable stop in winter, too, being steeped in local traditions that have persisted for generations. With its seasonal delicacies, enchanting cultural performances and jewel-like villages festooned with twinkling lights, yuletide celebrations in this southern Italian region are imbued with folklore and mysticism, and communities, families and visitors alike delight in coming together to experience them.

Revel in local folklore and festive traditions

Calabria is known for its charming living nativity scenes at Christmas, often with friendly animals in tow. The sight of people of all ages dressed as farmers, shepherds, artisans and other characters representing the story of the birth of Jesus can be enjoyed from the run up to Christmas until the Epiphany in many municipalities. Among the most famous are those in Caria (in Vibo Valentia), Davoli (Catanzaro), Cannitello (Reggio Calabria) and Panettieri (Cosenza), which attract thousands every year.

There is also no shortage of music in Calabrian towns and villages during the festive period, when groups of musicians and friends gather in the streets to perform local carols in a ritual known as the strina. These folkloric winter songs are accompanied by the bashing of a murtali or ammaccasali, a tool used to pound salt, along with a bagpipe, tambourine and accordion. The tradition harks back to ancient times when musicians would go door to door to announce the birth of Jesus and play in exchange for eggs, cheese, cold cuts and wine. Today the strina continues to elevate the joyful atmosphere in Calabria’s town centres.

Indulge in 13 decadent dishes

According to Calabrian tradition, on 24 December, no fewer than 13 dishes must be served: 13, of course, referring to the number of Apostles (plus Jesus) at the Last Supper.

Though the nature of the 13 dishes presented vary from family table to table, there are some non-negotiables. The first course is invariably pasta ca’ muddica, an utterly delicious anchovy and breadcrumb pasta that honours simple peasant cuisines of the past. The second course will be salt cod or baccalà, usually accompanied by peppers, black olives, potatoes and chilli. Typically, a dish of piping hot fried seafood is also served alongside, such as fritters or crispelle.

Christmas sweets are also hugely popular throughout the region, with each village proudly preparing them to their own unique recipe and shape. In mountain areas, the pitta ’mpigliata (or the Crotonese variant pitta ’nchiusa), a loaf of honeyed short pastry rolled on itself and filled with candied fruit and sultanas, is ubiquitous. Traditional local biscuits are also baked with abandon in preparation for the feasts: from ciciriati in the Vibonese and Reggio Calabria areas, to susumelle, oval-shaped biscuits made from a cocoa and a spiced cinnamon dough that are popular in the Crotone area.

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[rebelliousstories]

Candy

25 Days of Ficmas

Relationship: Pete “Maverick” Mitchell x Reader

Fandom: Top Gun: Maverick/Top Gun

Request: No

Warnings: Fluff, Brief Strong Language

Word Count: 2,109

Masterlist: Here

Top Gun Masterlist: Here

Summary: As the resident mom and dad of the Dagger Team, the Mitchell’s host the team for a festive night.

“Honey! Can you get the turkey out of the oven? I’m a little occupied with the cookies.”

“Of course dear!”

It was currently 4:00 PM on a chilly December Saturday, and the energy in the Mitchell’s home was alive. They were currently preparing a feast to be had in a few hours, with lots of friends. The couple had offered to host a Christmas dinner for the aviators that couldn’t go home for the holidays, which was almost all of the Dagger team. Surprisingly, when you’re one of the most elite aviation squads on the planet, they like for you to be training constantly. But that was okay, because tonight they could forget about everything for a little while.

Pete set down the massive turkey on the counter, and checked the temperature to make sure that he wasn’t about to kill his team or wife. He basted the massive bird, and made sure that the potatoes and other vegetables in the pan below were cooked as well. The turkey would be alright to rest in the cooling oven until the team got here, so as to keep it nice and warm. Maverick went around the kitchen and made sure to double check that all the other sides were doing alright. They weren’t making much else other than the turkey, mashed potatoes, and roasted veggies, for dinner. Everyone from the team was suppose to be bringing something for the dinner. However the other thing that the Mitchell’s were in charge of, specifically Mrs. Mitchell, was the sweets.

She had been working all day on different sweets, and even longer on some of them. Her bakery had been closed that day for the holiday, and she made sure to bring home some sweets. Cookies, though, were always made the day of, as were cupcakes. The royal icing she was currently applying was turning a boring cookie, into a beautiful Christmas tree complete with little dots for ornaments, and a little star. She was working in peace, until she felt the familiar weight of her husband’s arms wrapped around her waist, and his chin on her shoulder.

“What do we have here, cupcake?” Pete asked, observing his wife’s creations spread out on the additional counter space. She chuckled at the nickname her husband insisted on. Ever since they started dating, he had been calling her all sorts of sweet themed nicknames. Sugar, cupcake, cookie, honey; the list goes on. She suspected that it stemmed from her working in a bakery and sweets shop, because the other explanation would have to be that it was popular in the 80’s and he hadn’t grown out of the habit. Either way, it warmed her heart that he still put in effort to make her smile.

“Just a few sweets. I had to replenish our hard candies, and being in the shop yesterday made me think that they’d like some sweet. There are some of my new raspberry and chocolate cupcakes chilling in the fridge as well.” Mrs. Mitchell was always coming up with something new, being the creative woman that she was. There were new and seasonal flavors in near constant rotation which helped keep things interesting around the shop. It also meant that whenever she pulled a late night at the shop creating and testing new flavors, Pete would inevitably become her taste tester when he came to pick her up.

“They look almost as good as you, sugar.” He pressed kisses along her neck, causing her to giggle and stop piping on the cookie. She tipped her head back, and closed her eyes, while Maverick began to sway them back and forth. His hands went under her shirt, and rested on her stomach.

Knock, knock, knock.

Pete stopped his activities, and sighed deeply. His forehead rested on her shoulder, and his shoulders slumped. His wife chuckled at him and pressed a kiss to his head.

“Should probably go open the door, Mav.” He nodded and reluctantly pulled himself away from his wife. But not without getting one more kiss, and he headed towards the front door. She turned back to her work as she heard the commotion by the front door.

“Bradley. How are ya?” Pete asked pulling the man in for a hug. The mustached pilot returned the affection eagerly before they pulled apart.

“I’m alright, Mav. Hope I’m not to obnoxiously early.” He stepped inside the home, and took a deep inhale at all the smells that were around them.

“Only a little bit. But you’re always welcome here.” The older man noticed the grocery bags in Rooster’s hands and showed him to the kitchen. They could see the woman from the other side, as she continued to work like nothing had happened. But the second she could, she threw down her piping bag and came over to the pilots.

“Bradley! How are you doing?” She brought him for a hug, while Maverick pulled the bags out of the young man’s hands. When they pulled away, they saw Maverick pulling booze out of the bags and he shot Bradley a look.

“Thought you were supposed to bring food today?” Maverick asked, placing beers in the fridge, and bottles of wine on the counter.

“You don’t want me to cook, trust me. Made one or two dates run off from that. Besides, can’t go wrong with booze.” The older man laughed at the younger’s statement, and nodded in agreement. While Mrs. Mitchell finished up the sweets for the evening, the men went into the living room to sit down and chat. She couldn’t hear much of what they were talking about, but it was nice background noise while she worked. It wasn’t long before she was done with the cookies, and made sure to double check on the cupcakes in the fridge, before she joined her husband and his godson in the living room.

One by one, the Dagger team showed up. Phoenix was next, as she arrived with Mac and cheese for the table. Hangman brought rolls not even five minutes after Phoenix arrived. It took a minute for Bob to show up, but the peach cobbler he brought looked worth it. No one was expecting Fanboy to show up with homemade deviled eggs, and boy did they look good. A few more minutes and Fanboy’s front seater, Payback, arrived with chips galore. Shockingly, Coyote was the last one to arrive with sodas, and a few fresh veggie trays. Slowly, but surely, the Mitchell’s counter space got eaten up by all the food that was now covering the table. Maverick went to get the turkey out of the oven while everyone helped set the table with all the food, plates, cups, and silverware.

The Dagger team sat down for a wonderful Christmas dinner together. Everyone was merry, and having an amazing night. They laughed, told stories, and what they wished for the coming year. Even if the team couldn’t be with their families that Christmas, it was still their favorite spent away from home. Once everyone stopped laughing at a story Maverick told about a toddler Rooster running naked around Miramar and nearly getting Goose a citation; said man was hiding his face in his hands, everyone made their way to the living room where they sprawled out. Hangman, Phoenix, and Rooster occupied one side of the L-shaped couch, while Coyote stretched out on the shorter side. Bob and Fanboy made themselves at home on the floor, and Payback relaxed in the recliner. After Pete had cleaned up dinner, and his wife had plated up their sweet treats, the couple made their way to the living room as well.

“Just make yourselves at home guys.” Maverick said, observing the distinct lack of shoes, and the way his team lounged about.

“It’s a very comfy home, pops.” Hangman shot back with a wink, to which the man shook is head at.

“Behind you, darling.” She said, holding a couple platters of sweets. The aviators perked up as she set down the trays filled with cookies and cupcakes. As the younger pilots dug in to the sweet confections, she made her way to sit down with her husband on the remaining loveseat in the living room. Or rather, she sat down on her husband, on the only remaining seating arrangement left in the room. Sounds of approval rang through the room.

“Mrs. M, this is the best cupcake I have ever had! What is this?” Fanboy asked, his nose tinted pint with frosting. She giggled, which sent the young man into a confused state. Her fingers rubbed her nose gently, and Fanboy finally realized what she was getting at. He blushed and wiped his nose with a nearby napkin.

“It’s a chocolate cake, with raspberry filling, and a raspberry frosting. One of the seasonal flavors in the shop this winter.” She could tell that the whole team was enjoying the cupcakes, which made her feel good. Maverick tapped her thigh twice to get her attention, and looked hopeful at her.

“Yes?” She whispered, careful not to disturb the conversation now happening in front of them.

“Could you go get me candy please? If I have one of those cupcakes, I think I’ll explode.” Her smile told him that she would go get him the candy, and he pressed an appreciative kiss to her cheek. His wife vacated his lap, and made her way back to the kitchen where the hard candies sat. Since he didn’t specify, she grabbed a few of each kind she had brought home from work yesterday, and put them in a small dish. Mrs. Mitchell made her way back into the living room, where her absence had finally been noticed. But, she simply took back her place on Maverick’s lap, and handed him the dish. As he popped one of the candies his mouth, the conversation shifted over to the couple on the chair.

“Whatcha got there, pops?” Hangman called out, taking another cookie off the plate. Maverick shook the little dish again to scramble the contents before he responded.

“Candies from the shop.” Pete placed another one in his mouth; this time a banana flavored one.

“Hard candies? You really are an old timer, huh?” The blonde pilot joked, as he bit off half of the cookie in one go.

“Careful Bagman,” Phoenix began, “Mav is still an ace.”

“And he can still kick your ass in the sky.” Rooster added.

“And on land.” Maverick chimed in, candy still in his mouth.

“Besides, hard candies remind me of my younger years. It’s practically the only thing on a navy carrier that’s sweet and doesn’t go bad after three months at sea.” He added, as everyone in the room could understand. Hard candies were the one type of candy that was virtually impossible to kill. Cakes, cookies, pastries; all of those would go bad on a carrier that’s going out for deployment. But not hard candy.

“Can I try one, Maverick?” Bob asked quietly form the ground. The elder pilot happily leaned down to share his sweets with the WSO. When he placed one in his mouth, his eyes got wide. Bob immediately turned to Pete’s wife with a wistful, childlike expression on his face.

“You make these?” He asked softly.

“We make them in house, yes. I usually don’t deal with that side of the shop except for flavor combinations, or if I need some candies for my side.” She explained, watching with glee as Bob seemed to be having an other worldly experience with the candy.

“Can I get some? When you open up again? That is the best candy I’ve ever had.” He said it with such conviction and sincerity, that she felt her cheeks heat up.

“Of course you can Bob. Just swing by whenever you can, and we’ll get you all the candies you want.” The WSO looked positively giddy at the prospect of having more of those delicious tiny drops of happiness. Maverick slide him another one when he saw the young man’s face.

“Thanks for inviting us, Mav.” Rooster said as the conversations came to a halt. Everyone was quick to chime in with a form of the sentiment, and Maverick waved them off.

“You’re welcome everybody. I’m glad we could do this for you guys. But if you ever insult my candies again, I’m going to throw you out.” Maverick pointed a finger at Hangman, as everyone laughed. The blonde pilot chuckled along, and leaned back in his seat. Everyone was glad to have this night of familiarity, and comfort, even if they couldn’t be at home with their family.

[lifedeathtimespace]

TADvent Day 8 - Food and Baking

@theamazingdevildiscord

TAD songs as food I've made this year (with no explanation):

Love Run (intro) - cornflake cakes

King - bacon and brown sugar chicken

Pruning Shears - raspberry marshmallows

Shower Day - brigadieros

Elsa's Song - honey garlic shrimp

Pray - birria tacos

Little Miss Why So - pavlova

New York Torch Song - Kolkata chilli chicken

Two Minutes - chocolate cherry cola cake

Not Yet/Love Run (reprise) - crispy garlic potatoes

The Rockrose and the Thistle - peppermint creams

The Horror and the Wild - frozen chocolate raspberry bites

Wild Blue Yonder - tostadas

Welly Boots - chicken tikka masala

Farewell Wanderlust - Italian sausage risotto

Fair - creamy cajun pasta

That Unwanted Animal - red velvet whoopie pies

Marbles - Lemon cupcakes

Battle Cries - homemade oven fish and chips

Secret Worlds - spicy bacon honey traybake

The Calling - key lime pie

Drinking Song for the Socially Anxious - roast chicken

Blossoms - hunter's chicken

Chords - iced spiced biscuits

The Old Witch Sleep and the Good Man Grace - cherry and almond loaf cake

Ruin - gingerbread biscuits

Inkpot Gods - cherry cheesecake brownies

[pink-evilette]

♡ vegan week day one ♡

♡ breakfast ~ coconut yoghurt, granola, maple syrup, blueberries

♡ lunch ~ jacket potato, salad, dressing, five bean chilli, black coffee

♡ party snacks (it was my nan's birthday!) ~ I had plain rice crackers with peanut butter, banana and honey, tonic water and asti martini to drink!

💧 water count: 2 litres 💧

[thedreadvampy]

made Christmas dinner for 6

that's a mushroom, paneer and tempeh pasty with honey roast carrots, parsnips and beetroot, roast potatoes, pan fried sprouts with hazelnuts, chestnut and apple stuffing, pigs in blankets, bread sauce and chilli, onion and red wine veggie gravy. feast your eyes cause we've feasted our faces.

[saryoak]

Some Lughnasadh Ideas

What is Lughnasadh

Lughnasadh or Lammas is one of the main cross-path Pagan holidays on the Wheel of The Year. It’s a celebration of the grain harvest which is an important event across almost all cultures and pantheons. Because of the themes of sowing/reaping and harvest, it’s also a holiday that represents the culmination of hard work, and crafters and creativity.  Lughnasadh is time to celebrate the start of the harvest season, with the vegetable harvests in Mabon and Samhain to follow. This is a holiday of having (or going to have) plenty, and is an excellent time to share the wealth if you’re able.  If you’re a creative person it’s a brilliant time to start a new project or take up learning a skill you’ve always wanted to try. 

Food

- Madeira Cake

- Artisan Breads (sun dried tomato or summer/red fruit, veg, spices included)

- Honey (in tea, on cakes, on summer fruits) 

- Sweetcorn (seasoned with chilli, butter, red coloured spices)

- Potatoes (seasoned with paprika, chilli, curried)

- Apples (ciders, cakes, pies)

-Cinnamon 

Deities 

- Lugh 

- Renenutet

- Ceres

- Adonis 

- Demeter

- Osiris

- Parvati

- Pomona

- Vulcan 

- Tammuz 

Offerings 

- Breads (home made, honey cakes etc)

- Mead

- Cider

- Red, yellow, orange flowers 

- Summer fruits

- Dance 

- Acts of generosity 

- Sunflowers

Things to Do

- Feast! Especially outdoors 

- Hill walking 

- Plant an autumn ready garden 

- Start a new skill or hobby 

- Do something creative 

- Pick berries 

- Bake a fruit pie or some bread 

- Make sun water 

- Charge crystals, magical items etc 

- Perform luck / wealth magic 

- Meditate in the sun 

[scenetocause]

struck by the need to know what 3 delicious meals user scenetocause is thinking about in intense detail this week

hello anon, i will try to do this without critically doxxing myself

in a sense i am constantly thinking about aubergine (eggplant? fucking stupid name it do not be looking like an egg even the pale ones) curry. it's so good but takes just that slight too much effort to make just for myself and i'm not kind enough to myself to bother. much loved flatmate isn't very moved by vegetarian food but i sometimes convince him to eat it if i add some slow cooked lamb which tbf does fuckin bang. u kno if you remove the connective tissue halfway through cooking a lamb shoulder you can grill it and make like lamb crackling? very good. actually tbf i do just like lamb. with pomegranate and coriander and mint and perhaps a bit of feta and silky dips and a fresh bread out of a stone oven and all spiced with panch puran to cook and then sour chilli paste to eat with it. pickled chillis. mmm. i didn't used to eat meat but have recently sort of started again for various reasons and one of the ways i feel like you can really respect a meat is slow cooking the shit out of it and then putting it in with some delicious spiced aubergines until everything falls apart.

i am also a big fan of and look, you can't come for me about this, i'm right and i know it, instant mashed potato. some of this is being an elderly millennial but some of the rest of it is that it just fucking slaps. you're telling me i can have mashed potato, perhaps cheesy, buttery mashed potato, in less than two minutes depending on how long the kettle is taking to boil? perfection, don't even question it. if you first make the instant mashed potato then the kettle will have cooled down enough to make the instant gravy. i fucking love to make elaborate and well spiced and complex dishes from civilised countries but i can't overlook that the uk got this one right. add sausages and peas. mustard. hot pepper sauce if you're so inclined (i am) i once actually left a social event so i could go home and eat instant mash because i'd started thinking about it and that was it, no small talk was gonna do after that is it. treat yourself better, get instant mash.

i am struggling to pick a third because there is so much food i think about. i have eaten some spectacular sandwiches in my life. some salads that i think about to this day. one time i had milk gnocchi in turin and it haunts me about how good it was despite "milk gnocchi" sounding like exactly the sort of thing i don't like. i love gazpacho. i love noodle soups. i love breakfast mcmuffins. i actually have quite a horrible relationship to food currently because of the horrors but god i love so much of it. pickled chillis. just thinking about them makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up with pure love. sometimes i spend like 20 minutes thinking about maghmour. the only thing i'm not that arsed about is pasta, which i know is a controversial take but it's just not all that for me, despite my love of noodles and dumplings. actually tbf i also don't like a lot of stodge and european/north american fried stuff is also mediocre unless it's fresh fries that are hotter than the sun and burn your mouth and they're so crispy and salty and there is good mayonnaise (bad mayonnaise dni) then it is perfect. bread and hummus and honey and olives. plov. secret and environmentally bad joy tuna and swordfish and oh fuck i love mussels and shrimp. salted caramel twix. mmm.