#large portion of mashed potato

[hxnbi]

⸻ ❀°。wind breaker boys if you had braces

requested by anonymous: "I recently got my braces in and although I do not regret saving up the money to get it done. It really hurts lately. And I am very much bummed out that it hurts so much. I was wondering if you could write something related to it?"

pairings requested: suo, sakura, umemiya, togame, and choji x gn. reader

note: as someone who had braces before a few years back, ik that it can freaking SUCK so i hope it gets better for you <3

❀°。SAKURA HARUKA

At first, he really didn’t know what to do when you came back from your dentist appointment, only to look like you could audition for a role in a zombie movie. Sakura can hardly manage taking proper care of himself, so what would he know about taking care of other people? Does he even deserve to take care of you...? But he shakes off those thoughts, because, on the other side of the room, you were suffering, practically melting into the couch while your head was unseen from the large pillow on your face, squishing your face in hopes of dulling the pain. Which didn’t help much.

“Hey, uh, ahem… you need anything?” he asks awkwardly, scratching the back of his head.

You murmur something short and nearly incoherent, and Sakura, determined to be helpful, tries to scour the kitchen for anything that might ease your pain. You wonder what he was doing, but you can find it in yourself to open your mouth, in pain, to say anything. He eventually brings you a cold compress and some soft, mashed potatoes, hoping it might help. Long story short, they don’t taste very good. He’s a little confused, but he's got the spirit. 

❀°。SUO HAYATO

The second Suo peers over at you and sees you lying on the couch, you are hardly recognizable—well, not literally, but you clearly do not look like yourself, and that worries him deeply. It hurts to see you like this, and his heart sinks seeing you in such discomfort.

“Y/n, you have to eat,” he says gently, holding a bowl of soft soup that he painstakingly prepared just for you.

“I know…” you mumble, shifting slightly while attempting to cover yourself and your metallic mouth with a blanket.

He sits beside you, patiently spooning small portions, coaxing you with the spoon moving closer to your mouth.

Suo tries his best, while not forcing you, to eat. After all, if you didn’t have food in your system, you would feel even worse, and he didn’t want that. He, above all, wished for your happiness.

❀°。UMEMIYA HAJIME

Umemiya attends to every need in the world. Husband material through and through, he becomes your personal nurse. He prepares all the homemade cold smoothies and soups in the world to smooth your pain, makes sure you take your pain medication on time, and even neglects his Furin duties just to spend it all with you to keep your mind off the ever-present pain from the metals in your mouth.

“You feelin' okay? Need anything else?” he asks, brushing a strand of hair from your face and clasping your hand in his.

You can't help but smile weakly. You feel incredibly lucky to have someone like Umemiya. He makes sure your comfort is his top priority above all, attending to every small detail with the utmost care and affection. To him, nothing is more important than your happiness, and he’s more than willing to make it happen.

❀°。TOGAME JO

Granted, Togame doesn’t push you to talk much, always trying to be considerate about his own feelings. You don’t need to talk; he’ll be at your side at all times, making sure that you are properly cared for, and constantly attentive as your boyfriend. Togame tries to take your mind off the pain by doing little things that make you happy, like playing your favourite music or perhaps watching your favourite show on TV. Without a word, he sits next to you, gently holding your hand and caressing the insides of your palm.

Whenever you grimace from the pain, he squeezes your hand reassuringly and whispers softly that he’ll stay with you through it all.

❀°。TOMIYAMA CHOJI

“Huh, it hurts? Where?” Choji asks, looking genuinely puzzled with both his feet crossed in a rather childlike fashion.

You point to your mouth, muttering a few words, and he finally understands. Oh right! You did mention that you would be getting braces on today. His face immediately sinks, seeing your discomfort. Oh, you must be in pain...

And so, with that plaguing his mind the entire rest of the day, seeing you in pain with your braces, Choji decides to make food for you in hopes that it’ll make you feel better. After all, food solves everything! But when he finishes his so-called dish, a “nuclear disaster,” as Togame deadpanned, you can’t help but laugh.

“Okay, maybe cooking isn’t my thing,” Choji admits sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head. “B-But it tastes better than it looks! I tried it!”

Despite his culinary skills—or lack thereof—his attempt to cheer you up works wonders in making you smile for the first time that day. And in the end, while coming home, he brings out something that is more fitting for you to consume—a pack of store-bought pudding instead from across the street, sitting beside you and sharing it. 

©hxnbi. comments, reblogs, and likes are always appreciated ♡

[bellyasks]

menu for a restaurant that specializes in overstuffing its customers (aka a silly prompt list)

Ask your server about dietary accommodations. Each meal is made to order, substitutions and alternative ingredients are available! All meats may be replaced with plant-based alternatives upon request. (And pick a meal to feed your favorite character--if they can finish it, they get one dessert on the house!)

Breakfast (all orders come with a side of home fries, fresh fruit, or your choice of meat)

Full Stack of Pancakes - Emphasis on "full." Lucky seven big fluffy pancakes, each with a different additive of your choice.

Big Ol' Bagel - A hefty bagel the size of your plate, toasted to order and topped with whatever you'd like.

Ostrich Egg Omelette - Okay, not really, but this omelette is made with two dozen eggs--the equivalent of one ostrich egg--and filled with your choice of meat and veggies.

Loaf of French Toast - A dozen thick slices of French toast topped with whipped cream and fresh berries.

Plus Size Pork Roll - A classic pork roll egg & cheese on our signature giant bagel.

Lunch (all orders come with a side of chips or fries)

Peanut Butter & Jelly Belly - The biggest PB&J you've ever seen, slathered generously on a buttery toasted baguette.

Quadruple Decker Club Sandwich - Your choice of meat with mayo, lettuce, tomato, and bacon, heaped on between four slices of bread.

Piece-A Pizza - This slice is equivalent in size to an entire large pizza and covered with your choice of toppings. Perfect for people who are lying to themselves when they say they'll just have one piece.

Double Footlong - Two feet of classic Italian hoagie on a fresh-baked roll.

Stomach Stretcher - They say eating a head of lettuce is a great way to stretch your stomach out, and that's exactly what this giant salad will do. We bring you the lettuce, you take it to the salad bar and add the rest.

Dinner (all orders come with a side of rice, fries, baked or mashed potato, or a fresh vegetable medley unless marked *)

Sushi Bloat Boat - A sushi boat big enough for a full table, pricey to share but free for any one person who manages to finish it alone.

Box of Pasta - A full 16oz box of pasta (your choice of spaghetti, penne, or linguine) tossed in Alfredo, marinara, or a white wine sauce. Add your choice of meat for an extra $2.

Full Size Fish & Chips* - An entire 10-20lb cod (ask your server about choosing a fish) cleaned, battered, fried, and served with steak fries.

The Whole Farm* - A barbecue variety platter. Pulled pork, brisket, ribs, and chicken breast slathered in our signature sauce, with an ear of corn, baked beans, and coleslaw on the side.

Raised Steak - A 48oz grilled ribeye. Also available as an equivalent weight of seasoned and grilled portobello mushrooms.

Dessert

Paint Can - A creamy and colorful milkshake served in a one gallon paint can. See the ice cream counter for today's available flavors.

Loaf of Bread Pudding - Warm bread pudding made with an entire loaf of bread, topped with an optional scoop of vanilla ice cream.

Root Beer Bloat - A classic float with your choice of ice cream. The twist is that this dessert holds two liters of root beer and a portion of ice cream to match.

Burp-day Cake - A seven-layer slice of chocolate cake guaranteed to be the size of your head or it's free, topped with a thick crust of fizzy Pop Rocks.

Gobbler Cobbler - A pie-sized dish of peach, blueberry, or apple cobbler, topped with three optional scoops of vanilla ice cream.

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Some of my favorite easy and fast foods/snacks for $5 or less that aren't ramen and spaghetti:

Couscous. You can get boxed couscous for like $3 and it's enough for 2-3 side dishes at least and takes literally 5 minutes and no extra ingredients. You can get large containers of it for like $5 at Walmart too so you can season however you want. A nice grain that's easy to digest and pairs well with almost anything.

Popcorn. Everyone's favorite healthy junk food that can satisfy most cravings. You can usually get a box for like $4 or a jar of kernels for like $6.

Oats. Whole oats. Extremely versatile. Put them in smoothies, make cookies, granola, snack bars/balls, brownies, oatmeal, etc. Truly the best bland fiber and filler out there. You can even easily make your own oatmilk for super cheap by blending them with water and straining!

Frozen veggies. Last for months in the freezer and usually under $2 a bag. Not great if you prefer raw veggies, but if you are fond of sautéed or roasted ones, save some money and just get them frozen.

Chocolate chips. Cheaper than chocolate bars and you get a lot more chocolate. Perfect for those cravings!

Powdered potatoes. I know I know but if you ignore the package directions and put some butter and milk and seasonings in it, you can't tell. Ready in like 2 minutes and you get a shit ton of mashed potatoes for like $2.

Vegan Mac and cheese. I'm lactose intolerant and so I will forever be thankful for the vegan movement of the early 2010s for making nondairy products easier to find and more affordable. Vegan Mac and cheese literally tastes the exact same and bakes so well. Annie's so far has been my favorite brand and they have other pastas with sauces too like squash which is so good.

Crepes. You can make your own batter for cheap but who likes all them dishes? You can find pre-made crepes for like $3 for 10.

Apples. You can find 2lb bags of these for $3 at a lot of places. I never knew they were so cheap and I go through phases where I'll eat like 4 a day.

Lunch meat. Packs of turkey cost like $4. I use turkey on so much. Bagels, omelets, salads, sandwiches, wraps, croissants, etc.

Ready to bake pastries. I'm not a big bread person but croissants ready to bake have my whole heart and cinnamon rolls can really help make a bad day a little better.

Pretzels. I'm an absolute whore for Pretzels and eat so many of these things. They're so easy to pack for snacks for class or anything really. I can't go two weeks without them.

Rice crisps. Rice cakes are great but they're big and crumbly and get stale if you don't close the bag JUST right. But little Rice crisps??? Elite. They come in so many flavors and are super crunchy and they're just super cute too and they're bogo a lot at publix.

Frozen potstickers. You can get them for so cheap and I have a giant bag of them in my freezer right now that I got for like $7. I usually get smaller portions for $4 or so though but decided to splurge and get 3lbs of them cus why not.

Frozen shrimp. A bag of extra small Frozen shrimp is about $5 at Walmart. Eat them thawed and cold or put them in pastas or rice or Soups. They're a staple in my house.

These are just a few I could think of off the top of my head. Please add to the list!

[izvmimi]

love is here - izuku x reader, all might x inko

cw: fluff, smut, domestic, valentine's day content. bkg with mentioned female partner. pregnancy mention. minors dni. summary: you and Izuku decide to celebrate another couple's love this Valentine's Day. a/n: a repost from last year's valentines' day fic because i still think it's cute. features 1 terrible joke.

“Red or white?”

While checking the chicken cutlets still browning in the oven, you reflexively call out in reply,

“Red. Has to be red.”

“Of course.”

Closing the oven door, you glance over at Izuku who is hunched over in the glass cabinet in the portion of the living room you can see from your vantage point, and hear the clinking of glass bottles as your husband rummages through your admittedly small stores of alcohol. He pulls out a classic Pinot, and you recognize it as the pretty expensive one Bakugou and his wife (well mostly his wife, really) offered you months ago when you’d first moved into this new home. 

“This one?” He asks.

You tilt your head slightly, pondering. “Does your mom even like red wine at all?”

“I’m actually not sure,” he thinks, frowning as he attempts to recall any time he might have caught her drinking.

You purse your lips. “I think we have a Riesling in there. It’s sweet, she might like it,” you ask, before turning back to the kitchen to set up the rest of the dinner items.

Taking a glance at your phone, you check to see if Toshinori has replied to your text message requesting his ETA. The last answer you have from him is a sticker of his own face giving you a thumbs up and it makes you stifle a laugh. It kills you every time he does it, truly Dad behavior. 

As Izuku rounds the corner of the kitchen island to place the bottles within a decorative ice bucket on the dining table, he presses a kiss to your forehead. You smile, but then you remember his earlier deceit and shake your head.

“I cannot believe you told Inko I was pregnant!” 

He rearranges the bottles as well as a large bouquet of red, pink and white roses with a devious grin on his face, then raises an eyebrow at you.

“Is it really that bad?” He asks, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “It’s just a little white lie.”

“Villain,” you mutter under your breath just as your timer goes off. He laughs out loud. 

The next few moments involve you laying down two fine placemats across from each other, your nicest china, far too much cutlery (based on a guide both of you read about fine dining), and sparkling crystal glasses. Herbed chicken parmesan, steaming buttery lobster, roasted brussels sprouts, garlicky mashed potatoes, and angel hair pasta lightly tossed with olive oil and stewed grape tomatoes are set on the table along a light salad. You remembered something about All Might liking Western food and wondered if this was what he was thinking of. 

Then you suddenly remembered something else.

“Oh noooo, he doesn’t drink!” you exclaim. Before you can scramble for non-alcoholic options, Izuku has placed a particularly decorative container of sparkling water on the table.

“Just ahead of you,” he says. Always ready to save the day.

Water seems a little lackluster for a romantic dinner, you consider grumbling, but the table looks so beautiful by now that you decide not to let the perfect be the enemy of the good. 

“Everything looks amazing!” You announce, clasping your hands together. Izuku agrees and starts the music while you lower the lights, a very light jazzy mix, and as though right on cue, you hear a knock on the door while Izuku begins to light the red and pink candles one by one.

It’s Inko.

She’s dressed far nicer than you usually see her, green locks fully down for once, and you can tell that she’s taken her time to actually perform the skincare routine you’d recommended for her. In fact, you consider that her skin looks a lot healthier than yours and it brings you joy. There’s even a tiny bit of blush she’s applied to her cheeks and a touch of lipstick. The greatest thing she wears however, aside from her coral pink sheath dress, is a wide smile.

“___, congratulations!”

Your mother-in-law envelops you into a hug and for a moment her genuine unbridled joy makes you feel bad that Deku had come up with such a bad lie. You mentally remind yourself to scold him later a second time as you hug her back.

“I- uh… Yeah!” There’s an awkward laugh you let out as she pulls back and holds you by your arms, small tears of joy forming in her eyes. Your stomach turns.

“He told me there would be pictures so I dressed up and-” she starts, but by this time Izuku senses your discomfort and swoops in between you to give his mother a warm hug, then leads her to her seat. 

Inko is asking so many questions - How many weeks? Have we thought of names? Are you doing okay? Are you nervous? - that she doesn’t realize her son has sat her down and unraveled a napkin to place on her lap. Nor has she noticed that there are only two placemats laid out, or that you have just gotten a text from Toshinori that says he’ll be there in five minutes.

Smiling as Izuku stands besides her and deflects all her questions, you wonder if all of this is ethical. You may be teasing Izuku for his lie, but you’ve also told All Might that you were surprising Izuku for his birthday and throwing a party.

“That’s five months early?!” He’d asked on the phone.

To which, you sang, “That’s why it’s the perfect surprise!”

You’d given him too short of a notice to ask too many questions, and it worked out perfectly well because you could hear a second knock on your door.

As Inko’s eyes flitted to the door, her frown made it clear that she was realizing something was fishy.

“Am I missing something here?” she started, but before she could press further, All Might all but burst through the door, in powered up form and in a finely pressed shirt and tie, with his signature catchphrase - 

“I AM HE-”

He stops abruptly, blinking back and forth as he searches the room significantly lacking in people, slightly dark with mood lighting, and his eyes finally settle on Inko.

And he realizes just before she does.

Inko gets to her feet quickly, immediately apologizing at the squeak of the legs of the chair scraping against the floor as she scoots back, but points at All Might.

“You are-”

“Here,” they say in unison.

All Might nearly chokes as he powers down in a poof and slightly entertained but holding in your amusement, you pat his back, leading him to the seat across from Inko, who is being settled right back into her chair by Izuku massaging her shoulders.

“You tricked me,” Toshinori mutters helplessly under his breath, and you nod sweetly.

“Of course I did, All Might,” you say, patting his shoulder. He gives you a sharp glare behind him, meant to intimidate but failing miserably, then turns back to stare down at his plate.

It doesn’t take a genius to realize what’s going on here. You can see the redness on Toshinori’s sallow cheeks and it actually stirs your heart a little. 

Izuku turns down the music from the speaker set on the bar for just a moment before clasping his hands together.

“Yes, so we lied!” He announces. “But!”

He pauses and points to the spread before them. “____ did a lovely job today with all the cooking, and we wanted to spend this Valentines’ Day focused less on us…”

With this, he takes hold of your hand and squeezes it and you can’t stop the warmth that builds in your own face. 

“… and on the two of you.”

Inko gives Izuku a look that is something like a pout but she stays seated. All Might on the other hand shifts almost uncomfortably in his chair for a moment, and for a split second you wonder, standing close to Izuku and whispering, did we go too far? in his ear, if All Might will end up leaving and making the whole ordeal genuinely uncomfortable.

But then, he clears his throat.

“M-Midoriya-san, you look lovely,” he says definitively and almost in unison, you and Izuku’s hearts skip a beat. You’re probably boring a hole in Inko’s forehead at this point as you wait for her reply, and just to make sure you don’t continue to stand there creepily you nudge Izuku to start pouring drinks.

“Thank you,” she says after a pause. Her voice is gentle. “You look quite handsome yourself.”

You almost knock over her glass of red wine in surprise and Izuku’s eyes widen in your direction, but he himself is dangerously close to overflowing Toshinori’s glass. 

You make a face and he catches himself. You both agree that it’s time to leave.

After describing the menu lightly, the two of you let them know that you’ll be returning in a couple hours and have reservations of your own. Inko mutters something teasing about being cheap to one’s parents but heavily compliments the food regardless. You notice her generously spooning pasta onto Toshinori’s plate and his distracted look as he focuses on her face.

This ship will sail, you think.

“The car’s waiting for us,” Izuku points out, grinning, as you run over with a last glance at Izuku’s parental figures. He helps you put on your coat, and you hug him tightly as the door closes behind you.

…

By the time the two of you return, it’s fairly late. You’d been polite enough to send a message to Inko and ask her if she needed more time, and she had asked for 45 more minutes, to which Izuku responded with sheer delight.

“She’s been lonely for a while to be honest,” Izuku mentions as you make it up the elevator. “I wish I had realized it earlier.”

It must have been different for Izuku who had met Toshinori young, when the wistful look had not been present in Inko’s eyes, but you’d sensed it the first time you saw Inko and All Might interact. A little something, that was subtle and polite and respected boundaries, but ever-present and shared. Was it their shared hope for Izuku’s growth? Was it something more than that? You would never truly know what it was that engendered that affection but it didn’t really matter.

What did matter was that when you finally returned, All Might’s hand held Inko’s gently across the table. He did retreat rapidly once he saw the two of you and you only pretend to bounce your eyes for privacy.

“Did you enjoy the food?” Izuku asks cheerfully, as he clears the dishes and the leftovers for them. The Riesling is nearly gone, you notice, and you wonder if All Might had ended up helping finish off the bottle.

“Absolutely!” They say in unison, then look at each other again, and you can see that gentle fire between them that rivals the still burning candles surrounding them.

“Good,” you reply. Very good.

You sit down at the table with them and share in gentle commentary and a little bit of banter before the two are ready to make their exit and relish in the genuine smile on Inko’s face.

She’s cute when she crushes, you think. It’s another side of the lovely woman who made the one you love, and you can’t wait to tease her about it later, if only to get back at her for the fact that before the “real” adults leave, they admonish you for lying.

“Pregnancy?! How could you lie about something so serious, Young Midoriya?!” 

All Might is genuinely in shock as he stands in the doorway and for once Izuku actually is a bit embarrassed because his mentor’s face is so intensely disappointed that there’s not much he can say in response. He scratches at the back of his neck.

“See, the kids were polite enough to give you a lie that was far less grave… however, how could you seriously believe in a 5 month early surprise party?” Inko asks, slapping All Might with her handbag. He makes an exaggerated pained sound, as though she knocked the wind out of him and she laughs, linking arms with him before they leave.

“Thank you again for dinner,” they say and the two of you beam.

“Our pleasure,” you say in unison then laugh.

—

It takes the changing of clothes into bare skin and soft lingerie, gentle necking between satin sheets and far too many rose petals to completely distract the two of you from the events of earlier today. You are comfortably nestled in Izuku’s arms, legs tangled with his and face pressed into his bare chest until he stirs suddenly.

“Oh my God.”

Izuku shoots up straight like a board and you can practically feel the sudden sharp panic run through his entire body. He’s muttering something unintelligible under his breath and you give him a look of confusion until he finally speaks.

“What if he Plus Ultras my mom?”

“… What?” You repeat, incredulously.

He clutches his head dramatically.

“H-he’s going to have sex…with my…” his mouth falters.

You gasp when you finally realize what he means, then pause for a moment before bursting into genuine rip-roaring laughter. Izuku stares at you in continued distress as you end up in tears, covering your face with a pillow, peeking up at him, then laughing even harder at the pallor in his features.

“You have to be kidding me?! This just occurred to you now???” You crumble into another fit, kicking your legs this time into the  mattress while Izuku is frozen as still as a statue.

He might as well be shell-shocked.

A few moments pass as you try to recollect yourself, and maybe acceptance has finally set in because he mutters under his breath something about this whole ordeal possibly being a mistake, but nevertheless pulls you to face him, cupping your face in his large hands.

“Just don’t think too hard about it,” you whisper, pushing your hand through his locks, gently rubbing the back of his head.

He sighs into your touch.

“If I do, I’ll probably lose my boner,” he says, pursing his lips to the side. You laugh again and he eventually melts into a smile, and kisses you on the nose.

As he pulls back, his demeanor changes into something more smug, a tease. It’s the type of look he has when he’s about to be lewd and it’s a sudden shift but you welcome it.

“What?”

His eyes lower to your lips again, and he bites your lower one, then pulls back slowly.

“You know how I got in trouble for saying you were pregnant?”

“For lying,” you corrected him, with a raised eyebrow. He dips down and bites your upper lip, slower and more sensual this time. The sting of the bite has you wanting for a little more than just kisses, and he’s well aware of it.

He trails a finger up the curve of your thigh then rests his hand on your hip. Rubbing gently, he whispers, tone low and rich.

“What if we made it true tonight?”

Your throat dries and you swallow hard. He takes it as a yes and hooks a finger around the crotch of your panties, then another finger rubs up and down your slit. He stops right at the entrance to your pussy and presses inward. You wince. 

A thumb finds your clit and his lips find yours again. There’s a deeper kiss this time, and he pulls back once again.

“What do you think?” He asks, and the fact that he is starting to take more strained breaths is not lost on you. 

“Are you sure you can guarantee that in one night?” He’s far too confident, and you do like to shake it teasingly, once in a while.

“It’s not like I didn’t do the math,” he says. “You should be right around ovulation based on the last time I did a tampon and ice cream run for you,” he insists.

His fingers are still working and you gasp as he adds another.

“Izuku…,” you moan.

“I just need to cum inside you,” he insists, and with that he shifts so that he’s on top of you, hissing into your ear as your back arches and his hands pump.

“Once, twice… maybe ten times,” he says, with extra emphasis on the word ‘ten’, his fingers freeing themselves from the hold of your walls. You already miss the sensation of him inside you, and you grip his shoulders tightly.

“How’s that sound?” He asks, watching the lowering of your eyelids and the parting of your lips,  your green lights.

You tense as he dips down to take a breast in his mouth, then relax, wrapping your arms around the expanse of his muscled back.

You don’t mind giving birth to a Scorpio.

“Let’s make an honest man out of you,” you murmur into his neck, bracing yourself for his first glide in.

[winterspiderpurrs]

It was time for dinner at the Tower. Most Thursdays, the team gathers in the communal kitchen to discuss what the take out options were and vote before ordering.

So imagine the surprise of part of the team to walk into the kitchen to find Bucky and Peter standing side by side cooking over a hot stove. There were 2 large plates on the countertop and one average sized one as well.

Peter turned to scoop out what appeared to be homemade mashed potatoes from the giant pot he was holding. Two large portions on the big plates and just two small scoops of potatoes on the smaller one. Then it was Bucky's turn to scoop out some cabbage looking thing, four each on the big plates and just 2 on the smaller one.

" Whats this? I thought we were doing takeout?" Said Tony.

Peter looks up and smiles brightly.

" Hey, Mr. Stark! We made.. G..Gol..uhh" he looks over at Bucky, who smirks back at him.

" Golubtsy"

" Yeah, that! Basically, stuff cabbage and made some smashed potatoes too for Tasha. They are her favorite"

Steve and Tony look at each other before looking over at Clint. He nods his head.

" Yeah, that's true."

"So what's the special occasion? I don't think it's her birthday."

Peter picked up the three plates after he picked up some silverware and put it in his back pocket. Bucky moves the extra pots and glass dishes of excess food back onto the cooling stove top.

" It's National Girlfriend Day! So homemade meal and gifts!"

And with that, Peter walks the food he was carrying out onto the balcony. Out there was a small table set up with a candle lit in the middle. Natasha was sitting sipping on some vodka, as Peter placed the food down on the table and went about placing napkins and silverware down.

Bucky smirks at the others. " Yeah. There are holidays for everything nowadays."

He goes to pick up a small bouquet of flowers that they hadn't noticed from the coffee table. As well as two small badly wrapped gifts. Before he, he too goes outside to join Natasha and Peter.

Now, the team KNOWS that Bucky and Natasha had a thing going on. It was never really said or spoken about. So they are happy that this is them announcing that they are official. But why is Peter helping and joining?

They watch them for a moment and see that Natasha is sitting in the middle. Laughing. Actually laughing as Peter makes a napkin disappear, and it reappeared with a trick of his hand when he waves it by Natashas' ear. A magic trick he learned from Scott a few weeks ago.

Bucky offers her the flowers and gifts, leaning down to kiss her on the cheek and a quick peck on the lips. Which Natasha returns, but then she surprises them by turning to kiss Peter on the cheek and lips as well. Then, they are shocked when Bucky reaches across the table and pulls Peter up by the collar of his shirt, and shares a deep kiss with him. Peter just blushes and sits back down as Natasha and Bucky just smirk over at Peter.

Huh.

[allfryam]

sub shop part 2

as mentioned in my previous post, this story will no longer be accurate to the real life events, but I’m happy to continue the story about Zach. I’m also currently looking for before and after pictures of Zach, so I will post them when I find them.

After gaining 30 pounds in 3 months, Zach decided he needed to do something about his weight. He got a gym membership and started eating smaller portions. He would go to the gym a few times a week and he actually started to lose a few pounds. His pudge began to fade and he felt a lot better about his appearance.

but then, just as things were going amazing, the holidays came. Most people gain a pound or two during the holiday season, and Zach was worried. He didn’t want to get set back on his weight loss. But when thanksgiving came, he ate like a pig. He couldn’t help it. His family made some incredible food. He stayed home from college until the next semester started and it wasn’t helping his physique. His gym was on campus, so he hadn’t been going, but another sub shop was hiring right down the road from his parents house. It could be good to have some extra money.

December came quick and all of the Christmas cookies and other treats were taking their sweet toll on Zach’s waistline. Even the sub shop introduced a new holiday sub. It was oven roasted turkey with stuffing, cranberry sauce, mashed potatoes, and gravy. The bread was even stuffed with cheese! It quickly became Zach’s new favorite, and he got it almost every shift. His loose uniform quickly began to grow tight again and Zach had to order the next size up. It wouldn’t arrive until about a week later, and he didn’t know if he would make it that far. But he continued to eat. It was like a drug. Whenever he was feeling down or tired, he would go grab a large sub or some of his mom’s homemade Christmas cookies, and he would immediately feel better.

during one of his shifts at the sub shop, Zach was eating his footlong sub in the back when he heard something pop. He looked down to see one of the buttons on his shirt was gone and his chubby belly was peeking through. “SHIT” he whispered. He grabbed an apron and put it on to cover the hole in his shirt. When his coworkers asked questions, he just claimed he didn’t want to get his shirt dirty. He did this for another three days until his new shirt arrived. Zach was relieved to have a loose fitting shirt for once, but when he put it on, it was still straining against his gut. Did he order the wrong size? Nope. Extra large. Zach was baffled. How did he let himself get this fat?

he went to the bathroom and stepped onto the scale. 234 pounds. “God damnit” he shouted. “What’s wrong sweetheart?” Zach’s mom asked. “Look at me mom! I’m growing into some fat pig!” He cried. “It’s okay sweetie. I’m sure it’s just water weight from stress. Come have some cookies, you’ll feel better.” Zach agreed and scarfed down the whole batch while he laid on the couch shirtless.

[perciver4ever]

Shakey hands- Perciver

Abusive Molly and Arthur Weasley

Percy has always had shakey hands. Nobody knew why—well, some did. But no one cared enough to ask. Whenever somebody did, he just brushed it off with a lame excuse like "It's just cold". Penelope and Marcus had tried to ask, only to be met with the same results others did.

"Percy, why are your hands always shaking? "

Penelope had asked out of the blue, Percy, Marcus and Penelope were at the library. "A study group", Penelope called it. They were in their 6th year, Percy remembered vividly.

"It's, uh- cold. Yeah, cold. "

Percy muttered out, a sweat dripping down his forehead. Penelope's eyebrow arched in suspicion.

"You're sweating. "

Marcus pointed out, making Percy's lie difficult to believe. Percy's eyes widened slightly, trying to swallow the lump in his throat.

"Oh, would you look at the time? I have- a prefect meeting, yeah. Bye! "

Percy started packing up his belongings haphazardly, stuffing his books into his satchel messily.

"But prefect meetings aren't until Tuesd-"

Penelope tried to say, but she couldn't even finish her sentence before Percy was gone.

Percy was a fast walker, he always was. With his lanky frame and long legs, he could reach places quickly almost effortlessly. That's why the twins gave him the nickname "Perfectly punctual prefect Percy".

Percy walked through the halls, back to his dorm, the only place he felt safe. Percy had his head down the entire time, he pushed his horn rimmed glasses back up with his index and middle finger.

He twisted the golden doorknob and opened the door, stepping inside the room. He took off his shoes and placed it neatly against the wall near the door.

Unlike Percy, Oliver— Percy's dormmate, did things messily. Leaving his things everywhere. However, the two of them got along just fine.

Percy placed his satchel on his chair, the strap drooping down slightly. Percy casted a tempus charm, checking the time. It was the time for dinner. He dreaded that period of time, or any time in the Great Hall. It was always so noisy, too loud for Percy's liking. Nonetheless, Percy sighed and started putting his shoes on.

"So much for coming back here. "

He grumbled in annoyance, furrowing his eyebrows. He started speed walking towards the Great Hall, not having a care for anything in the world. When he arrived at the Great Hall, not much people were there yet, thankfully. He took a seat where he usually did, waiting patiently for the other students and staff to arrive.

When he was engrossed in his thoughts, a figure plopped down next to him.

"Heya Perce! "

A Scottish accent graced his ears, there was no doubt that it was Oliver. The corners of Percy's lips twitched up slightly, a genuine yet soft smile.

"Hello Ollie. "

Percy greeted, averting his gaze to the brunette. He picked up a small portion of mashed potatoes and peas while Oliver picked up large portions of food. They ate in a comfortable silence.

"You eat so little. "

Oliver pointed out, digging into his food. In contrast, Percy ate elegantly with small bites. Before Percy could mutter out an answer, he was interrupted by the twins.

"Wow Ollie, talking to our dearest pompous brother? We feel so bad! "

The twins taunted, a grin on their faces. Percy sighed in disappointment, continuing to eat his mashed potatoes. Oliver let out a yelp in surprise, not expecting the twins' presence behind him.

"Jesus fucking Christ- Ya fucking scared me! "

Oliver scolded, making the twins snicker.

"Having a romantic dinner, are we, Ollie? "

Fred joked, ruffling Oliver's hair, messing it up more than it already was.

"Oh, forgive us for intruding on such an important meal! "

George exclaimed mockingly, pretending to faint on Fred, who caught him while both of them laughed. Percy rolled his eyes, finishing his meal.

"Go off with Diggory and Jordan, you two! Go! Shoo! "

Oliver pushed the twins away forcefully, making Percy smile and chuckle softly.

"So anyway- Perce? Where'd you go-"

Oliver asked, confuses to the empty seat next time him. Percy had managed to slip away from the Great Hall, not that anybody would've noticed anyway, he thought. Walking through the quiet halls, Percy smiled to himself.

He enjoyed the quiet environment, ever since he was younger. He knew that reading a book in his room stood out more to him than playing quidditch with his brothers. He knew he enjoyed being alone in the library rather than chat with the Gryffindors in the common room. The fact was, he always stayed in his dorm or the library studying to prove his worth. To feel that he deserved a place at Hogwarts, to feel he was worthy of praise.

He made his way back to his dorm, sighing in relief. He took off his shoes, leaving then neatly against the wall, as he always did. Walking over to his desk, which was piled with copious amounts of parchments, books, ink boxes and quills.

He opened the top drawer, shakily picking up his bottle of pills. The fact is, his hands are always shaking because he has damaged nerves due to suffering the cruciatus curse too much. Too much to damage the nerves, yet not enough to go insane, like the Longbottoms.

His parents, they were beyond cruel. To him, at least, and his older siblings. Percy knew why the both of them rushed to move out of The Burrow. Percy also saw how badly his parents treated Ron, the neglect he received made Percy's heart ache. That was why he always paid more attention to the youngest male.

Percy had tried not taking the pills, but the pain he experienced was intolerable. His hands shook more, the pain reentered his body. The first, and last time he tried to not take his pills, he had collapsed in class due to the pain. When he awoke in the hospital wing, Madam Pomfrey looked at him with pity. However, he couldn't figure out if she felt sorry that no one had come to visit him or that she knew about the curses.

Percy shuddered at the memory, quickly pouring out two pills from the bottle, putting them in his mouth and swallowing them with a sip of water. He placed the bottle cap back on and closed it, sliding it back in the drawer. Sitting down on his chair, he picked up a quill and dipped it in some ink, starting on his potions essay.

His quill wrote with lightning speed, thoughts forming into words on the parchment. Time flew by, and when Percy was satisfied with his essay, Oliver was back into the dorm.

"Back from dinner? "

Percy asked, spinning his chair around to look at Oliver.

"No, quidditch practice. What time is it? "

Oliver answered the red head, slightly tilting his head to the side in curiosity. Percy had always noticed those traits, when Oliver tilted his head when he was curious, or when Oliver scrunched up his nose whenever he disapproved of something. The red head always admired those traits, he found them quite endearing.

"Oh, it's uhm-"

Percy casted a tempus charm without taking his wand out. He knew it fascinated Oliver, or maybe he was just too exhausted to pull his wand out.

"11:47 PM, you should go get some rest, Ollie."

Percy suggested, turning his chair back to the desk and opening an Ancient Runes book to study.

"What about you? Aren't you sleeping? "

Oliver asked, walking over to Percy. The red head shook his head, starting to review his notes and reciting certain answers in his book.

"Well- if you're not sleeping, then I'm not either. "

Oliver protested, sitting on the desk Percy was studying at. Percy grimaced.

"Get back down, Oliver. "

Percy said, anger slowly getting the better of him.

"No! Unless... "

Oliver backfired, stubbornly sitting on the desk.

"Unless what, Oliver?! "

Percy raised his voice slightly, putting the quill he was holding down.

"Unless, you tell me why your hands are always shaking and why you eat so little! "

Oliver also raised his voice, not moving from his spot on the desk. Percy froze, his eyes widening. His breath quickened, along with his heartbeat. The ringing in his ears getting louder by the minute.

"I- no, I told you, it's nothing! "

Percy tried to blink his tears away, tried to control the shaking of his hands, tried to silence the voice in his head. He tried, he tried, he tried. But it didn't work, it never did. Sometimes, he doesn't know why he still tries.

"Well it's clearly not nothing if it keeps going on!"

Oliver slammed his fist on the desk, staring at Percy. Anger and concern was clearly taking over all his other emotions.

"Oh yeah? You really want to know? IT'S BECAUSE MY FUCKING PARENTS CRUCIO ME EVERY TIME I MADE EVEN THE SLIGHTEST BIT OF A MISTAKE! IT'S BECAUSE MY PARENTS DON'T LET ME EAT MUCH AT THE BURROW, THAT'S WHY I NEVER HAVE AN APPETITE! THAT'S WHY I'M THE SKINNIEST! MY HANDS ALWAYS FUCKING SHAKE BECAUSE OF MY DAMAGED NERVES CAUSED BY THE CRUCIATUS CURSE! I ALWAYS TAKE THOSE PILLS TO CONTROL THE SHAKING AND THE PAIN! DO YOU KNOW WHY I COLLAPSED IN FOURTH YEAR? IT'S BECAUSE I SKIPPED MY PILLS FOR ONE MEAL! I COLLAPSED FROM PAIN! NOT THAT YOU WOULD KNOW BECAUSE YOU DIDN'T EVEN COME FUCKING VISIT ME IN THE HOSPITAL WING! DO YOU KNOW HOW IT FEELS, OLIVER? TO GET CRUCIO'D BY TWO PEOPLE CONSTITUENTLY? DO YOU KNOW HOW IT FEELS TO LACK NUTRIENTS FROM THE FUCKING DAY YOU WERE BORN? DO YOU? "

Percy let tears spill from his eyes, panting slightly from the rant he had just let out. He never should've bottled up his emotions, he knew they would explode one day. Percy felt horrible for letting out his anger out on Oliver. He had done nothing wrong, he was just concerned for Percy. The red head felt so horribly guilty, the pit in his stomach grew and his chest tightened.

Oliver stayed silent, looking at Percy. The red head couldn't really make out the expression on the brunette's face. It looked like pity, or, concern. Percy wiped his tears with his sleeve, sighing shakily.

"Perce... "

Oliver said, his voice coming out more raspy than anticipated. He cleared his throat and spoke again.

"I didn't know you went through all that, I'm sorry. "

Oliver got down from the table, walking over to Percy and pulled him into a warm embrace. That was all it took for Percy to start crying again. Percy wrapped his arms around Oliver, sobbing into his shoulders. Oliver rubbed circles on his back in attempt to comfort him.

"If you want, you can stay with me for the holidays? "

Oliver suggested, Percy looked up at him with puffy eyes, Oliver had sincerity in his brown doe eyes which never failed to make Percy fall in love even more.

"No, I can't. My parents- they'll kill me. Not figuratively. "

Percy said in between sobs, still not letting go of the brunette.

"I just want to make them proud, for once. Please Ollie, let me try. Please. "

Percy pleaded, tears staining his rosy cheeks, his freckles hidden by the redness of his face. Percy thought he looked pathetic, weak. He hated crying. He always did. It made him feel vulnerable, like the walls that kept him and his emotions away were broken, all his feelings spilling out like water from a broken dam. But oh, did Oliver make him feel like crying was right, like it was okay to cry.

"Okay, okay. But if they hurt you, I'm picking you up. "

Oliver said, smiling sincerely at Percy. The red head's heart melted at the smile, butterflies forming in his stomach.

"Okay."

Percy responded with a chuckle, making Oliver laugh a little too.

[bruhstation]

I'm interested in what the trains in your humanization prefer to eat (What if Henry loves apple charlottes?)

yes!!! eating is one of life’s biggest joys! always love talking and learning about food and watching people cook and eat and express their happiness, so this was a fun one to answer.

thomas a. billington: thomas needs something to chew or suckle on in the break room. think of any candy that your grandma would store on her detailed glass bowl. tootsie rolls, werther’s hard caramel candy, jolly ranchers… you get it. he doesn’t have any particulars when it comes to filling dishes and most of his diet consist of snacks and candies hence his thinner and shorter build.

edward pettigrew: he loves a good hot black tea with a side of rich tea biscuits or scones. he’s the guy who knows too much about tea. stomach ache? ginger tea. sleep aid? chamomile’s the way. for the more filling dishes, edward prefers light savory dishes with feta cheese involved. he’s really fond of fërgesë from his home country, but there’s no place on sodor that could make a mean one, so he settles with making it at his own home.

henry stanier: sliced apples! when he’s in a good mood, he’d shape them into little bunnies. he likes anything savory with a strong taste too, like his mother’s curry. henry loves a full course, hearty meal that tastes and feels good, and growing up, he’s always had a large appetite (fast metabolism). henry doesn’t like anything greasy or deep fried because it’ll make his stomach acid flare up. I had to look up what apple charlottes is, and yeah, I can tell you that henry would love it.

gordon j. gresley: gordon has a sweet tooth but he’s self conscious about it and has an image to uphold so he’ll tell anyone who’s making him coffee to make it black (he adds a packet of cream and sugar when nobody’s seeing) without anything added (his friends see right through him). his favorite dessert is orange float with a big scoop of vanilla ice cream on top. gordon also likes food that is usually eaten together with friends or family (something something lazy susan) like pork roast or kway teow or thick beef stew with mashed potatoes. big portions are necessary!

james a. hughes: sweet margarita is james’ favorite drink to have during outings with his friends. he also loves a good french onion soup, especially paired with croutons (do not make them too hard or he’ll riot!!). speaking of croutons, james loves fondue and he always fights over it with thomas. really, any food that looks good and makes him look well-off would be on his favorites list (please, james, why does most of these dishes involve alcohol in one way or another). he also likes sweet danish pastries.

percival “percy” avonside: he’s a simple man when it comes to food he likes. sandwiches are the way to go! carbohydrates, proteins, the tasty stuff — it’s all there! eggs benedict (he puts another english muffin on top so the sauce won't spill everywhere) is his most favorite since it makes him feel special and fancy. percy also loves good coffee, usually mixed with condensed milk or mocha, since he delivers the night mail train.

tobias “toby” holden: tiramisu is his favorite dessert and he prefers it made with more coffee content. he has helped out henrietta many times with making it to the point he’s has the process memorized. for savory dishes, he loves some good lasagna with extra beef content in the sauce. it’s gotta drench. really, toby loves his layered food huh

montague “duck” collett: he’s not picky when it comes to food given to him, so he just eats what any average joe would eat (eggs on toast for breakfast, sandwich for lunch, sausage with potatoes and peas for dinner). normal person food. duck makes sure he has his meal three times a day and follows the motto; “eat before you’re hungry, stop before you’re full.” also diesel made mango panna cotta once for him as a desperate token of apology and duck fell in love with it.

donald and douglas dunalastair: like thomas, they don’t really have much preference for filling meals. dessert, though? now that’s the stuff. donald loves cranachan so SO much he wishes he could eat it every day. douglas likes candies more instead of softer, silkier desserts, like black licorice or peppermint candy. they also eat only twice a day since they get full super quickly. amazing how so much strength for shoveling snow is stored behind their lanky bodies. they also drink irn bru

oliver t. swindon: oliver loves shepherd's pie because it’s practical. everything he needs is right there, fitting for someone who doesn’t like complicated things. as for the sweet stuff… even after forgetting some of his memories after his rescue, oliver remembers the feeling and taste of halo-halo on his tongue clearly, something he missed dearly.

giovanni vin diesel: diesel loves bruschetta. he puts some pepper flakes on top for that spice kick. he also loves sfincione, specifically the way his family would make it, but, like edward, nobody on sodor knows how to cook a decent one (too much sauce, too thick of a bread, or too soggy) which makes him a bit sad. diesel’s kind of picky when it comes to the meals he can consider “favorite” because he believes he’s the most qualified in the culinary field on sodor due to his upbringing.

mavis hawthorne: a slice of blackforest cake always makes her heart sing. not too heavy on the whipped cream, though, because she doesn’t like her desserts too sweet. she also likes baumkuchen. whenever toby cooks lasagna, he’d make another portion to give to mavis, which quickly became her favorite and something she looks forward to during lunch breaks.

rebecca nassif: rebecca likes snacking a lot. she finds joy in eating! she grew up surrounded by meals. like diesel, because of her upbringing, she’s always been an enthusiast of not only food, but culinary arts as a whole. she loves cold desserts that usually remind her of her old neighborhood like this pistachio kulfi that she would made when she was younger. rebecca also missed having knafeh and mafruka since moving to sodor (it’s been like... a week.)

nia e. wanjala: whenever nia feels like treating herself to something good, she’d make her own version of the gatsby sandwich at her house. she’s especially keen on the french fries and enjoys extra hot sauce with it. it’d take two meal times for her to finish it all. lately, nia’s also been enjoying pastries like chocolate muffins and bombolone (chocolate fillings are her favorite).

lady: as part of her mission to understand humanity and their intrapersonal relationships, lady developed an affinity to eating. she’d eat anything as long as it’s acceptable by human standards even though she doesn’t have to. lady wants to understand that people eat not only to survive but as a way to show their love and culture. isn’t the greatest blessing to be bestowed upon living things the ability to consume to their heart’s content? does her lack of mortal needs indicate her lack of personal desire? anyways her favorite foods are fish and chips with sweet mayonnaise on the side and soft serve vanilla ice cream.

diesel 10: his go-to is black coffee mixed with red bull (added with some other weird concoction if he feels like it). some scrambled eggs with a dash of hot sauce for breakfast. some fried bacon if he has some self respect for the day. some dried sardines if he wants to feel miserable. some baklava with extra syrup and pistachio if he wants to treat himself because the sound of the crunch eases his stress

[foodshowxyz]

Harissa Lentil Ragù With Herby Greek Cheese Mash

Ingredients

For the Harissa Lentil Ragù:

1 tbsp olive oil

1 onion, finely chopped

2 garlic cloves, minced

1 carrot, diced

1 celery stalk, diced

1 red bell pepper, diced

1 cup dried green or brown lentils, rinsed

1 can (14 oz) crushed tomatoes

2 tbsp tomato paste

2 tbsp harissa paste 🌶️

4 cups vegetable broth

1 tsp ground cumin

1 tsp smoked paprika

Salt and pepper, to taste

Fresh parsley, chopped (for garnish)

For the Herby Greek Cheese Mash:

2 lbs potatoes, peeled and chopped

1/2 cup Greek yogurt 🥣

1/2 cup feta cheese, crumbled

2 tbsp olive oil

2 tbsp fresh dill, chopped

2 tbsp fresh chives, chopped

Salt and pepper, to taste

Instructions

Prepare the Lentil Ragù:

Heat the olive oil in a large pot over medium heat. Add the chopped onion, and sauté until translucent, about 5 minutes.

Add the minced garlic, diced carrot, celery, and red bell pepper. Cook for another 5-7 minutes, until the vegetables begin to soften.

Stir in the lentils, crushed tomatoes, tomato paste, and harissa paste. Mix well to combine.

Pour in the vegetable broth and add the ground cumin and smoked paprika. Season with salt and pepper to taste.

Bring the mixture to a boil, then reduce the heat and let it simmer for about 30-35 minutes, or until the lentils are tender and the ragù has thickened.

Adjust seasoning if necessary. Keep warm on low heat while preparing the mash.

Prepare the Herby Greek Cheese Mash:

In a large pot, bring the chopped potatoes to a boil in salted water. Cook until tender, about 15-20 minutes.

Drain the potatoes and return them to the pot. Mash the potatoes until smooth.

Stir in the Greek yogurt, crumbled feta cheese, and olive oil. Mix until creamy.

Fold in the chopped dill and chives. Season with salt and pepper to taste.

Serve:

Spoon a generous portion of the Herby Greek Cheese Mash onto each plate.

Top with a hearty serving of the Harissa Lentil Ragù.

Garnish with fresh parsley.

Enjoy your delicious and comforting meal! 🍽️

Tips:

Adjust the amount of harissa paste according to your spice preference.

You can substitute Greek yogurt with a plant-based yogurt for a vegan version of the mash.

Add extra veggies to the ragù, like zucchini or mushrooms, for additional flavor and nutrition.

[myrmyrtheorca]

What's your favourite food Buddy? Because I'm very weird and somehow end up thinking a lot about what I could cook for my mutuals (not just you, just this Friday I was worried if @tangomagnolija was eating enough... it was a very random thought, I do admit).

Is it sushi? Or something else? What about sweets? Do you have a favourite dessert?

ok while I do like sushi a lot, there are two dishes I couldn't possibly live without and would simultaneously keep me fed for the rest of my life:

spaghetti carbonara (REAL carbonara.)

mashed potatoes, consisting of only potatoes, salt and pepper.

I'm very picky, but I also take very little to be satisfied and don't eat very large portions of stuff, especially for dinner.

About desserts, while I do like to indulge on candies, it's rare of me to order dessert when eating in restaurants. I guess something I could never pass on would be cheesecake! I once tasted this variant of cheesecake with a layer of lemon jelly on top.....dreamy....

[liam-neesons-best-girl]

At the Table {Qui-Gon Jinn x Reader}

Warning: fat! reader, f!reader, angst, mentions of food (not an eating disorder but about weight), slightly suggestive at the end, family dynamic with Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, and Anakin

approx: 800 words

You love making dinner for Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan and Anakin after a long day of training. They barge in the house like ravenous wolves ready to feast.

You gladly prepare a hardy meal for them because they work so hard to protect the galaxy and because of the love they share with you.

Qui-Gon can't help but look at you with adoration in his eyes as you lean over the table to set a spot for everyone and sees your belly pudge smush against the stained wood and your tits threaten to spill out of your apron.

You instruct the boys to take their seats and they listen, except for Qui-Gon. Your boyfriend will slither up behind you as you are trying to bring the platters of food to the table, showering you with kisses.

"Everything looks and smells amazing, doesn't boys," Qui-Gon compliments.

"Absolutely," Anakin and Obi-Wan say in unison.

"Oh yeah, and the food seem great too," he whispers just to you, being cheeky to tease you.

"Eat up," you say, scooping out large portions of the brisket, green beans, and mashed potatoes first to Qui-Gon who sat at the head of the table, then to the eager padawans siting across from each other.

As the boys chow down Qui-Gon sees you tending to everyone other than yourself, just nursing a glass of water with no desire to get a plate of your own.

Today was just one of those days where you were feeling self-conscious about your size. Usually you are happy with your shape but after folding your laundry this morning you saw some of your clothes had shrunk, making you feel like a ginormous freak.

You took it upon yourself to keep busy for the rest of the day, avoiding any thoughts about food and just taking care of everyone else to get your mind in a happier place.

Qui-Gon caught your attention and asked you to come over to him, pulling you onto his lap, one of his favorite signs of affection.

"Here, have some of your delicious cooking," he'll say with a smile as he offers you a bite from his fork.

"Thank you but this food is for you, I'll eat when you boys have finished," you say meekly, playing with the hem of his tunic, Obi-Wan and Anakin are oblivious to you and Qui-Gon as they devour their first of many helpings.

He furrows his brow, leaning in to whisper for only you to hear, "why aren't you eating with us. Are you feeling alright?" Qui-Gon gives you his complete attention, ready to run to the drug store for Tylenol or to draw you a bath -- what ever you needed to feel better.

His hands rest instinctually on your lower stomach as he searches for any indicator in your eyes to what the matter is.

"I'm okay, its just that you and the boys need it more, and I can do with out any more gaining," you say will adverting your eye contact with him, knowing you may cry if you look at his concerned face.

"Can we be excused?" Obi-Wan asks on behalf of both boys who are full and ready to do their evening chores.

You can't trust your voice to answer without a crack. Qui-Gon takes this as a hint to your troubles and decides on his plan of action.

"Yes, just bring your dishes to the kitchen, please," Qui-Gon says, clearing the room for just the two of you.

"You know, I love you as you are. There is no reason to be down on yourself."

"I-I just feel like you deserve more, you deserve someone stronger, someone better," you hiccup out with uneven tears.

He swipe them away with his thumb, cradling your head to be facing his.

"Starlight, you are the strongest woman I know. Please never feel like you aren't enough for me. You are everything to me. Can I show you how much?" he says with a shy smile.

"what do you mean," you say as you slowly begin to look up at him, sniffles subsiding.

"Let me take you upstairs and worship you like the goddess you are. Clearly I need to more often so you don't forget how perfect you are," he suggests with the tug of his brow.

"But what about dinner? Your food will get cold," you say not wanting to waste the food you worked so hard to make.

"Come to think of it, I think I am hungry for something else. Maybe a little dessert," he says connecting his lips to yours with absurdly loud smooching sounds that makes you warm and giggly, letting your insecurities fade into the night.

[kamil-a]

end of s4 spoilers hale fic hiiii

when jacob hale looks up, he sees the sky.

it's a brilliant shade of blue. higher up than any ceiling, crisscrossed by wires here and there between buildings. puffs of white, clouds, float lazily across. it makes him dizzy to look at. he sits down heavily on the concrete before he falls.

concrete, there's another new one. well, technically not new, he thinks, but.... no, new, it can be new. as far as he's concerned he's never ever seen it before. he's seen tile and linoleum and sometimes carpet and metal and the rough, chalky surface of typhon itself, but not sidewalk. it's harsh and scratches his hands.

wind. birdsong. he's behind a building, alone save for a few full garbage bins (aerolith standard, familiar) but he can hear the chatter of people walking around, probably doing a great deal better getting out of their pods than he. the rattle rattle rushing-by of people with stretchers for those who have done worse.

uncontrollably, he starts to cry. the sky blurs. he curls up, buries his face in his knees. the fabric of his pants is familiar against his cheek. he cries even more.

he half-expects (hopes?) any second now to hear a whirr from inside his head, and for the tears to stop like a faucet turned off- do not waste fluids, a lecture on the dangers of dehydration. it doesn't happen, of course. he keeps crying. he can't stop it alone.

eventually- he has no idea how long- there is a sound, a chime in his head. general notice. it is sunset, speaker informs everyone. hale lets the broadcast wash over him. your schedule will be delivered individually. you should be wherever you're supposed to be when the sun goes down.

and then, softer, just to him- i recommend watching.

so he looks, of course.

it isn't the quick dimming of lights he's used to. slowly, the sky begins to change. it's almost too subtle to notice it until suddenly there it is, the sky lit up in pinks and oranges. more colors he's never seen before. it's breathtaking. (every breath he does take smells of something new.) he wants to look away, hide his face in his hands, but it has been recommended that he watch this. so he looks. of course.

when it is finally all dark-

well, what did you think of your first sunset?

there is even more of a smile than usual in speaker's voice.

"i-" hale coughs, unused to speaking. his throat is dry. he tries again. it waits for him.

"it's beautiful," he says, more because he thinks it's what speaker wants to hear than anything else. it's objectively true, though. it is beautiful. he just doesn't know what to think about it.

his stomach twists.

you must be hungry, speaker says, but he really doesn't want to eat right now. well, speaker has all the data. perhaps he is hungry.

i would have you report to the cafeteria, but... in this case, i think your current location is an advantage. you will want to stay inconspicuous, and there is very low traffic to this area until the garbage gets removed tomorrow morning. I'll have something brought out to you.

he sits. he thinks about food. fine, maybe he's hungry. after a few minutes a small construct (is that what he looked like?) rolls out to him bearing a container and a large bottle, before sweeping up some loose dirt and litter and rolling away.

I gave you more than your usual hydration portion to account for the lost fluids, speaker explains. the practicality grounds him. he starts out with a sip of whatever it is- the same electrolyte solution as he's used to. emboldened, he opens the container. vegetables, thats something he knows. instant mashed potato. the protein source is unfamiliar, but the smell makes his mouth water. speaker is thrilled about it, so he's fortunately saved from having to ask.

aerolith dynamics is proud to inform you that that is grilled salmon you've got on your plate! So recently brought back from extinction, and immediately jumped to the top three in favorite protein source surveys among our earth division. go on, have a bite.

he bites. chews slowly, swallows. it's not bad. he couldn't say what's in it. salt, perhaps.... lemon?

you don't get that on typhon, do you! speaker sounds smug.

"I've had fish," he says automatically. he doesn't like the dig at typhon's food. he can't explain why. he just doesn't. he takes another bite so speaker won't ask him about it and he doesn't have to admit that the lab-synthezised "tuna fish" sandwich he and some other brave souls tried out at lunch for a week before it was recalled didn't resemble this whatsoever. and that this probably tastes, objectively, way better. his stomach churns. he feels sick. you dont simply skip a meal at aerolith and waste valuable food, and throw off your nutrition plan. he forces a bite of mashed potato into his mouth.

your brain needs proper nutrition to run. as he eats and drinks he can start to see the shape of what bothers him, and it's so stupid. it's embarassing. he can't tell speaker, can't risk insulting it, but he can think the words at least. speaker is in his head but not, you know, in his head.

he's earthstained.

literally- as in, the gravel in his boots and the dirt on the back of his pants. but also, it has only been a few hours and already he has looked up at the sky. he has seen his first sunset, and tomorrow he will probably see his first sunrise. he knows how dark the night gets, the sounds of birds. every breath he takes smells of earth.

when things go back to normal, he-

they won't. not his normal, anyway. he's going to be "set free".

but- he cant help but imagine going back to the only life he knows- if he did ever go back. he would be like all the others, another resident who sighs and says they miss clouds, they miss birds, that they miss the way the air smells after it rains, the air smells so sterile here. someone would say they miss being able to watch the sunset and he would agree. and he would miss the sunset too.

he- sven-he, not hale-he- had been asked for feedback, that time with the tuna sandwich. he'd been the first to take a bite, and he'd said "it's good", earning various doubtful looks from everyone else (and one the nutrition technician will be delighted to hear that, thank you for your feedback.) the person sitting across from him took a bite next. they chewed it thoughtfully, swallowed, and said "it's not bad, but it's not the real thing."

he forces into his mouth another bite of the real thing.

sayer would probably know a story about this.

[alt-wannabe]

boo! just wanted to say i adored your pokémon teams for mcsr people and i adore every single one of your aus

hope you know that your stuff is taking up a concerningly large portion of my brain and has been for the past 2 weeks

!!!!! HELLO THIS IS! SO NICE!!!

i’m glad ya like my au stuff omg! 90% of the time it’s legit me just mashing my interests together with a potato masher so i’m so so so happy other people enjoy it :DDD

[wowwowokay2]

Turning the Tables, Part Three!

Clara was the gainer in the relationship until she was diagnosed with food intolerances / allergies. Now, her feeder, Esme, has decided to gain.

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The next day Clara took it easy on Esme. She portioned out a slightly larger breakfast, gave her an extra treat to go with lunch, and added a bit more to her dinner.

“I don’t want to push you too much.” Clara quietly admitted as dinner was served and Esme asked about the portion size.

“You don’t think I can handle it or what?” Esme asks, smiling.

They eat their dinner, chicken stir-fry, rather quietly. Esme clears off her plate, and then fills it with seconds.

“I think I can manage a little stir-fry.” Esme winks at Clara.

When she finishes, her stomach is slightly uncomfortable, but not to the extent of the stuffings that she undertook the two previous days.

Things continue this way for a few days until the weekend arrives again. On Friday evening Clara and Esme prepare mashed potatoes, roast beef and corn on the cob. Esme chops up an enormous amount of potatoes, and once cooked, mixed them with almond cream and margarine. Clara plates the meal, giving Esme a far larger portion, a mound of potatoes, two ears of corn, and a large pile of beef, smothered in gravy.

Esme slightly lost herself in the delicious meal, as she steadily chewed and swallowed. She was well stuffed by the end, burping and cradling a rock hard protrusion.

“Just think.” Clara says, massaging Esme’s taut stomach. “Think of all that food you just ate. You wanted it, so you had it. You liked watching me gorge myself and get soft, now all you need is a mirror.”

The next day, Clara provided a simple breakfast of bacon, eggs, and toast. Eight slices of bacon, three eggs, and four slices of toast. Esme munched on the bacon and pulled Clara, who was walking past her, towards her. She wrapped her hands around her hips and gave Clara a little squeeze. She was really only pudgy, but Esme found it so hot. She thought back on how she got introduced to all this.

Clara used to be in gymnastics as a kid until she grew too tall. She remained very critical and controlling of her body image as she grew up. Clara told Esme this, and Esme tried her best to sympathize. One week, Esme noticed the portions of Clara’s food were larger, and that Clara was frequently snacking. One day, Clara asked to talk with Esme. She explained it, how she was attracted to fat, feedism, feederism, gaining, all sorts of things Esme had no idea about. Later that night, Esme looked it up, and soon found that she too was into it. She somewhat awkwardly stumbled over her words, but she managed to say that she would support Clara gaining, and how she even found it sexy. It didn’t take long before Esme was enveloped in Clara’s arm in a tight hug.

Now, Esme’s hands were caressing Clara’s swishy middle. She had gotten lost a little in her recollection, and she looked up at Clara to see her giving her a slightly quizzical look.

“Feels nice.” Esme says.

Clara smiles, “It does feel nice. You know, I think I play with my tummy more than anything else nowadays.”

Esme’s heart rate ticks up slightly, and Clara continues. “Even at work, when no one is around, I just end up grabbing handfuls and jiggling. I end up losing track of time.” She giggles, and Esme feels beneath her layer of plush, Clara’s muscles tighten as she laughs.

“I wish I could do that.” Esme says automatically.

“If you keep eating good, then you can.” Clara responds. She walks away, and Esme lets her hands slowly fall. She looks to her breakfast plate; half a piece of bacon and two pieces of toast left. She places a hand under her shirt. She was tight, but she still had room. Room enough for more than just two pieces of toast and half a slice of bacon, she thought.

~~~~~

Esme finished off her breakfast and added another egg and two slices of toast before calling it quits. Clara and Esme had a lazy afternoon together, catching up on some television. Once it was evening, they got ready to go to eat.

“Now are you sure you want to go out and not just order in?” Clara asks, brushing her hair.

“You can’t order in a buffet.” Esme replies.

“Buffet?” Clara raises her eyebrows.

Esme shrugs, “I figure I’d give it a shot.”

The couple arrives at the buffet, and gather their plates. The options seem endless, and Esme knows she has to eat at least so much as to justify the price. She starts with a generous pile of macaroni and cheese, a mound of tater tot’s, a good scoop of rice and peas, and a jenga tower fried chicken. Clara skirts around to the much smaller gluten and dairy free buffet display, with far fewer options.

They arrive back at their table at approximately the same time, Esme carefully placing the several pounds worth of food down onto the table. Clara blinks, a look of mild shock on her face.

“No fried chicken over in the quarantine zone?” Esme chides.

Clara fidgets with the handle of her knife, “Hmm? Oh, no, there’s not.”

The two of them sit there for a moment, both taking in the size of Esme’s plate. Finally Clara slowly takes hold of her fork and spears a tender piece of carrot. Esme takes that as her cue to dig in, and she grabs her fork and begins on the tater tot’s. Crunchy deep fried deliciousness, they are perfectly fluffy on the inside. She systematically finishes the tater tot’s off and pauses, breathing for a moment.

“What next?” She asks, gesturing around her plate.

Clara scans the plate, the gooey mac and cheese, the rice and peas, and the golden fried chicken. She points to the latter. Esme takes the top piece into her hand, causing the ones below to tumble onto the plate. She bites into the fried chicken, coated with a wonderfully spiced breading. The grease from the tater tot’s and chicken begins to smear more and more around her lips as she inhaled piece after piece. One, two, three, four, oof, five….

Esme leans back for a moment, breathing in deeply through her nose as she chews.

“Eyes bigger than your stomach?” Clara teases, a mischievous smirk on her face.

Esme swallows and shakes her head. “No ma’am.” And she picks up fork and starts piling in the rice and peas. Compared to everything else on her plate, there is a small amount, and soon it’s gone. Esme is starting to feel the effects of her meal more acutely now, leaning back and reaching down to unbutton her pants. Her fingers grab hold of the button, and maneuver it through the button hole. A slight release and she sighs, pinching the zipper of her fly and pulling it downwards. More pressure is released and she involuntarily lets out a low moan.

Clara, intently watching the whole time, leans forward across the table. Their eyes lock, and Clara pushes the plate with the macaroni and cheese on it closer towards Esme.

“Are you going to finish that?” She asks in a hushed tone.

Esme steadies herself as she picks up her spoon. She was on the edge of bursting, but she wasn’t going to waste the macaroni. She got a small spoonful and tentatively brought it up to her mouth. She glanced at Clara, and inserted in spoon into her mouth. It was so creamy, the blend of cheeses was perfect and the noodles were slightly over cooked so the whole bite was able to just melt in her mouth. Tension she didn’t even realize she had been holding in her shoulders was released. She swallowed and took at second, heaping spoonful. Bliss. Despite the pressure, the threat of bursting her stomach, she was in heaven.

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The apartment door swung open and Esme carefully waddled inside. Clara closed and locked the door behind them, setting down her purse and removing her sweater. Esme struggled to kick her shoes off, not able to bend over to remove them. She was so full. Oh god why did I eat that much, who knows how many calories that was. I feel so heavy. And then she was wet with that thought.

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[kenkubluk]

grocery list time~

literally just get these things if you want a vegan low cal life, because you can control portions and make things you enjoy eating with less calories- i made some example recipes under the list:

coffee.

SPICES. please make the investment into SPICES!

->continuation of spices, heres a basic list- cocoa powder, cinnamon, garlic powder, onion powder, chili powder, veggie bouillon powder/cubes, salt, pepper, lemon pepper, etc (you can find more online but please dont forget it)

->and simple sauces like soy sauce, basic hot sauce, mustard, white vinegar, apple cider vinegar, etc.

stevia or agave fruit sweetener. (please make sure whatever you choose you dont buy any sweetener with aspartame!!)

dairy free yogurt (i’ve heard coconut is good)

dairy free butter (earthbalance is my fav by far)

-> you could also make due with olive oil (cooking)

1st milk for normal stuff- unsweet cashew milk or unsweet creamy almond milk

->2nd milk for cooking- i suggest soymilk but creamy coconutmilk works good too

tofu. extra firm and silky work for different things (meat substitutes, egg substitute, diff. milk products substitutes) get either/both

carrots, mushrooms, chickpeas, and cauliflower all make good meat substitutes (bacon, chicken nuggets, pulled pork, etc) if cooked properly

OATS! plain oats are soooo versatile (used as flour, cereal, granola, crust, etc)

ricecakes (i use it as replacement for toast)

Pumpkin or sweet potato (in NO SYRUP canned form, very good for cooking low cal desserts or protein bars)

apple sauce (used for cooking and just yum- can be an egg substitute)

low cal noodle types- chickpea, edamame, shirataki, konjac, cauliflower, zucchini, spaghetti squash, and i think miracle noodle

literally any and all veggies and fruits- but a reminder of basics are broccoli, cucumber, onions, spinach, beets, eggplant, tomato, zucchini, potato, apple, banana, grapes, oranges, pineapple, strawberries, watermelon, mango, etc

WARNING ⚠️ be careful of sugar free drink flavor packets as they contain aspartame and other strange ingredients that ppl have complained of side effects- i would suggest to steer clear of many of the packets and go for a large unsweetened lemonade or fruit punch bin of flavoring so you can make it yourself. please check ingredients for health reasons.

-> HOWEVER, drinks like olipop, simple truth organic, waterloo, and zevia all have flavored water/sparkling water/cola drinks that are aspartame free.

I highlighted things that i think are really important

Veggie dip: yogurt, seasoning spices (ranch seasoning is goated), and a tbsp or lemon or soysauc, all mixed and best used as a “veggie chip” dip, like baked cucumber chips

Literally any cake/protein bar: oats blended, protein powder, 1/2cup apple sauce OR mashed banana, some milk, and whatever toppings you like

Granola: oats, chia seeds, cut up fruit pieces, and maple syrup or honey for binding. mix in bag, bake on baking sheet on pan.

Hot n sour soup: you can use hot n sour packet or make veggie bouillon and add hot sauce, soy sauce, and tsp chili powder. Then (to whichever mix you’ve made) add egg mixing around, and then add extra firm tofu in little cubes. Let the soup mix well and set a little while cooling.

Nicecream: freeze banana. add banana, tbsp of milk, 2 tbsp of yogurt, tbsp of sweetener, and a fruit of choice (a tbsp of protein powder also will help). blend with blender and then let it sit for a minute- add whatever you want on top

my best “toast”: seasalt ricecake, spread 1tbsp vegan cream cheese, and then spread 1.5 tbsp of organic raspberry jelly.

[ronniefein]

Anyone who knows me knows that the humble potato is my favorite food, so of course I am going to make potato latkes for Hanukkah!

But, ya know …. it’s a long, delicious holiday, so there’s time for zucchini latkes too. The recipe here includes cheese, because on Hanukkah I like to prepare food with cheese in honor of Judith, heroine of Hanukkah! You can read about it here.

Of course you can make these latkes without the cheese. They’re delicious either way.

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Zucchini Latkes with Cheese

2 medium zucchini (10-12 ounces each)

1/2 teaspoon salt

1/2 cup chopped red onion

1/2 cup crumbled feta cheese

2 large eggs

1/2 cup plain bread crumbs, approximately (Matzo meal also fine)

vegetable oil for frying

Shred the zucchini in a food processor (or grate by hand). Place the shreds in a bowl, sprinkle with salt, toss the shreds and let rest for 10-12 minutes. Squeeze the shreds to extract as much liquid as possible. Return the shreds to the bowl. Add the onion, cheese and eggs and mix the ingredients. Add the bread crumbs and mix thoroughly. If the mixture seems too loose or soft, add another tablespoon or two (different bread crumbs absorb liquid/moisture differently). Heat about 1/8-inch vegetable oil in a large sauté pan over medium-high heat. Spoon portions of the mixture into the pan to make latkes about 2-inches in diameter. Leave some space between each one. Cook for 2-3 minutes per side or until crispy and golden brown. Remove to paper towels to drain. Repeat with the remaining zucchini mixture. Serve with dairy sour cream or plain yogurt or mashed avocado.

Makes about 12