#maybe i’ll even make some homemade butter

[residentrookie]

i just want to be the kind of stable adult that makes homemade bagels

[syluscore]

Leon's Special Recipes

~neighbor! Leon Kennedy x fem! Reader~

randomly had to write this at 3 am last night. definitely leaves space for a part two if anybody's interested, but i do ask for an idea on how it should go! how would you react in this situation?

Word count: 1068

Content warning: nonconsensual cum eating, male masturbation

!!!!!GHOSTKENNEDY IS STRICTLY 18+! MINORS DNI!!!!!

“Hi, Leon! Come on in,” You open your front door wide for your neighbor. You live in adjacent townhouses, him living on the end so you’re his only true neighbor.

He steps into your entryway and kicks off his shoes. “So, what brings you here?” He pushes a plastic container into your hands. You open it up and are met with the sweet smell of cookies. “What’s all this?”

He shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly. “Oh, nothing really. Trying new things; new hobbies and such. Trying my hand at baking and needed a taste tester. Luckily for me, I have a neighbor with a sweet tooth.”

You aren’t looking at him as he speaks, rummaging around in the container of freshly baked sweets. “Oh my God! Chocolate chip?” You pull a cookie out and take a huge bite, eyes rolling into the back of your head as the sugar and gooey chocolate hit your taste buds.

You moan out happily and Leon can’t help but smile widely at you, while also shifting his hips to hide his hardening cock from the sounds you’re making–but that’s not important right now. 

You swallow the bite down quickly before taking another. You talk with your mouth full, doing your best to cover your mouth with your hand, but too excited to bother with proper manners. “These are amazing, Leon! How many did you make?”

“Oh, about a dozen. I did keep some for myself. If a man won’t eat his own product, then it’s not a product worth sharing,” He lies through his teeth. He made a half dozen cookies especially for you. They’re not for him, or anyone else at all for that matter. Only you.

You finish a whole cookie and lead him into the kitchen. “Thank you, Leon. That’s so thoughtful. These aren’t going to last long over here. Can’t control myself around sweets.” Perfect. Knew his girl was greedy and it’s working in his favor so nicely. 

“I’ll keep that in mind. Thinking about trying peanut butter, oatmeal, white chocolate, and sugar cookies. Gotta keep myself busy when I’m not working, you know?”

You reach into the container and pull out another cookie. “Sorry, my mouth started watering at the sound of all of those. You gonna stop at cookies or are you going to expand your baking resume into other goodies?”

He hums thoughtfully, “Maybe. You like cupcakes?”

You smile brightly at him, pure joy in your eyes, “I love them!”

He was hoping you would. He’s been looking at homemade frosting recipes and he thinks he could make a pretty good batch of it. It’d be easy to slip his secret ingredient into those. Yeah. Next time he’s at the store, he’ll buy them out of cupcake supplies. Gonna keep you fully stocked on them. 

“I’m glad we can help each other. I got someone to eat my treats and you get treats.” You nod your head as you nibble on your second cookie. “Anyway, sweetheart. Can’t hang around long, got an early morning tomorrow.” More lies. If he doesn’t get his hand around his cock within the next 5 minutes, he just might come in his pants. 

“Oh, of course. Let me walk you out!” You finish your cookie before walking over to the sink and washing your hands, drying them quickly on your pants before leading him back to the front door.

He’s slipping his shoes back on as you thank him again and he quickly heads out the door, for the safety and privacy of his own home. 

He practically slams his front door and locks it before his hands undo his belt, yanking his cock from his jeans and groaning out as his hand squeezes the base. 

He’s not sure where he read it online, or what he was even looking at to find such a thing. Probably a Reddit thread or some gross porn flick. But as soon as he got the idea to put his semen in food, he couldn’t keep himself from feeding it to you. 

He was constantly popping an erection the days leading up to baking your special cookies. But he kept from touching himself so he’d be loaded and desperate when it came time for your filling. When he was finally ready to add his come to the batter, all it took was a few strokes for him to shoot the fattest load he’s ever managed by himself. 

He quickly shoved his dick back in his pants as he stirred it in and poured them onto a non-stick pan. He was still so pent up, he was hard again before the cookies were even done baking. 

He made 6 average size cookies and 1 mini one. He didn’t really enjoy the idea of eating his own semen cookies, but he had to try it to make sure you couldn’t taste something off. He didn’t think it would make any sort of difference, he maintains an okay diet so he doesn’t taste half bad. But he needed to be thorough because he was desperate for this plan to work out.

And as soon as he popped that mini cookie in his mouth and started chewing, he knew you were going to love them. So many chocolate chips and sugar, it’s a sweets lover’s wet dream. He laid them out to cool while he cleaned up and by time the mess was gone, the cookies were cooled down enough to bring to you. So he cleaned himself up, packed up the cookies and walked over to your place.

Within minutes of returning to his own house, he’s leaned back on his couch, shirt stuffed in his mouth as he shoots more come across his abs. His mind is filled with the fresh memories of you eating your cookies and loving them. Thanking him for his special little treat for you.

And the next day when he runs into you on the way to your car and asks if you ate any more cookies, he’s super pleased when you tell him they’re all gone. Ate another before you went to bed. Got up in the middle of the night, tummy growling for another one. And then ate the last two for breakfast. He tells you he’ll get to work on your next batch and you giddily tell him you just can’t wait to try more of his yummy desserts. 

~masterlist~

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[jo-harrington]

This is a weird Store Manager Verse thing that will never make it into the larger story.

Store Manager Verse started with me revisiting my journey as a retail store manager but then evolved into something about…sharing food memories and experiences with someone new through Eddie and SM’s not-dates. Again, some based on personal experiences.

TW: Food/Eating, and maybe some personal growing up italian american experiences but…I’m in my feelings tonight so I need the overarching theme of showing affection through food. (Im crying into my dinner, please leave me alone).

Tonight for dinner I’m eating Chef Boyardee. Obviously the thought in this fandom immediately goes to Eddie.

I have had Chef Boyardee a grand total of once in my life before tonight. I was five years old. It was a jarring contrast versus my nonna’s homemade ravioli, and even more jarring still because she had just passed away. It was an emotional experience, and I vowed never to eat it again.

So let’s imagine now…you’re the Claire’s Store Manager now. Far away from home and living on your own. No family to cook with you, you just have your little handwritten recipe book that went from your grandma to your grandpa to you. All the family recipes, even those you haven’t memorized yet.

And here’s Eddie, who is helping you embrace your newfound independence and identity, one convenience store snack at a time. He’s enjoying seeing the brightness in your eyes and the joy. And one Sunday, after you promised to make pasta for him…you have the worst and the longest day. It was a horrible Sunday, everything that could go wrong did, including several consecutive piercings with screaming babies.

“Don’t worry Sweetheart,” Eddie soothes after hours as he’s giving you a much-needed hug. “It’s just a bad day.” He’s had his share of them now, and you reassured him after all of them.

“I just…can’t make dinner tonight,” you tell him. “I know you were looking forward to it.”

Carbonara sauce and heaps of parm. You were looking forward to it too.

“How about I take care of dinner tonight. Don’t worry. Lemme make a stop and I’ll meet you at your place.”

And he does.

He arrives at your apartment laden with bags from Bradley’s Big Buy. You expected some kind of greasy bag from a drive thru, so it’s a surprise when he sits you down on your couch with a glass of lemonade and takes full ownership of the kitchen.

You hear the pots banging, the oven going, dishes clacking.

And it smells pretty good. You’re intrigued. You knew Eddie’s cooking repertoire by now and while he certainly aced Home Ec, this didn’t seem like his wheelhouse. Color you impressed.

“Alright, close your eyes, no peeking,” he tells you. Throws a dish towel at your face to really make sure you don’t look. And he bustles out of the kitchen, juggling plates and a tray and a handful of cutlery.

Then he tells you it’s safe to look and it’s…

Easy Cheese on Crackers, and a Sara Lee All Butter Pound Cake that he’d warmed in the oven, and two bowls of Spaghetti-O’s.

You can’t help but laugh. A silly little giggle. Your heart…so full.

“Eddie this is…”

“I did good didn’t I? We haven’t had any of this.”

He’s beaming.

How can you tell him…that you hate Chef Boyardee?

You tried it once. Begged for it at the store. But it was the antithesis of your upbringing. Of your grandma in the basement kitchen making homemade sausage once a week or grandpa who came home from the home from his factory job and opened can after can of tomatoes to make a big pot of sauce for the whole family.

He let you take a heel of a loaf of bread to dunk as it bubbled on the stove. A secret to be kept between the two of you. None of your cousins ever got the honor.

How could canned pasta ever hold a candle to that?

Still you fawn over the dinner, over Eddie’s efforts. You fully savor the tacky, savory easy cheez on ritz and even pretend you’re being a little naughty by indulging in dessert first with the pound cake.

You just can’t hide your lackluster reaction when it’s time to put the pasta…if you can call it that…into your body.

“This is a treat,” Eddie explains enthusiastically. “Mom didn't really like the Beef Ravioli but Spaghetti-os were her favorite. And then when she was gone, Rick always had a few cans in the cupboard to surprise me for an after school snack. Shit I’m pretty sure he still does.”

He scarfs down the delicacy and your stomach turns further when you realize…

You cant disappoint him like this.

So you load up the spoon and you cringe a little as you raise it to your mouth. And you think about…Eddie being more important than your stupid snobbish childhood.

He stares at you as you take that first bite.

And it’s…perfect.

You’re not at the stove with your grandpa. You’re not with your family. You’re with Eddie. A different experience but nonetheless important and special.

You can see him sitting at the table after school, doodling on his homework sheets instead of doing math as he shoveled spoonfuls of the too-sweet sauce and noodles onto his mouth. You can see Rick mixing a pitcher of Country Time lemonade for Eddie’s mom so she could kick her feet up and listen to records with an ice cold glass after her shift. You can see them all enjoying pound cake on a special occasion; maybe Eddie getting an A on a test or his mom’s birthday or something.

It’s his life, his history that he shares with you willingly. Just like you share yours so openly with him.

“Well?” He asks. “Verdict?”

And what else could you say? But how you feel? About the spaghetti-os. About the little ritual the two of you had started. About…about Eddie himself, even though you couldn’t admit it outright just yet.

“I love it.”

[merinsedai]

for the @dreamlingbingo

snippet 3/4

Square/Prompt: C5-Age Difference (+ adoptable prompt 'Learning to cook')

Title: Robert Gadling's Diary

Rating: T

Ship(s): Dream of the Endless/Hob Gadling

Warnings: n/a

Additional Tags: Bridget Jones' Diary au, general silliness,

first snippet here

second snippet here

Morpheus had taken one look at the disaster of Hob’s kitchen, his disparate ingredients, and the state of Hob himself, and declared that Hob’s friends would more likely appreciate a takeaway. With the addition of a homemade cake, if there was the requisite amount of butter left.

“Soured cream for the cake… blueberries… Ah, we can add a cream cheese icing as well,” Morpheus says, emerging from the depths of Hob’s fridge with his bounty in his arms. “If you can locate the scales and some bowls, we can get started.” 

“I’m not much of a baker,” Hob admits as he moves to follow Morpheus’s instructions. Scales, hmm… maybe that was where he went wrong earlier, foregoing the whole weighing out ingredients thing. He drags an old set of Salter kitchen scales out from the depths of a cupboard and prays they have working batteries. “Not much of a cook at all, really. Never grown out of my gourmet beans on toast phase…”

“Well after tonight, you shall have a new recipe to add to your repertoire,” Morpheus replies, and just the hint of a smile on his lips has a full blown grin blooming on Hob’s face.

“I suppose I’ll have main and dessert sorted, then.”

“Quite right. Now, first things first- the scales.”

They work together for a few minutes, and Hob discovers it’s actually quite fun being someone’s sous-chef. He is quickly developing a thing for being told what to do, especially when the direction is delivered in that clipped and efficient tone. Dammit. He has to focus.

“It wasn’t my lawn, by the way,” Morpheus says apropos of absolutely nothing, and Hob glances up from his phone, where he is currently googling how large a ‘large egg’ was supposed to be, since his remaining three were a tad on the diminutive size. Well. Relatively diminutive. They weren’t quail eggs or anything. 

“Eh?”

“It wasn’t my lawn. That you were running around, back when we were children,” Morpheus continues, staring down at the sieve. And honestly, has anyone ever sieved flour in such a meticulous way? There is not a speck of it on the work surface and certainly non marring the unrelieved black of Morpheus’s clothes. Hob had gotten flour smeared all down his front just by lifting the pack out of the cupboard, for God’s sake. 

“No?”

“It was the paddling pool.”

“Well, suppose that gives the ‘no clothes on’ more context. Though I dunno, maybe I was just prone to taking my clothes off at strangers’ homes, I can’t say I remember.”

“Well, you were only four so I expect not. I was eight. It made quite the impression on me.”

“Seminal moment for you, was it?” Hob laughs, and Morpheus smiles too, though it is a wry twist of his lips. Completely lacking in any humour. 

“Not as such. But I remember thinking how free you looked. How happy. Not a care in the world. Racing through my mother’s carefully curated flower beds, covered in mud and laughing. Just laughing,” he looks up and meets Hob’s eyes then, and he looks rather sad, a little wistful. “I could never have done such a thing. Even then, at eight, there were expectations upon me, rigid rules that had to be followed. Children were quiet, they were unseen, they certainly did not make spectacles of themselves at garden parties. I thought you must’ve come from a happy home, to be indulged so. Your parents did not care. Your mother washed you off in the pool and wrapped you in a towel. Your father laughed. It was the first time I saw what a family could be… should be.”

“Ah mate,” Hob says, feeling rather devastated for him. He slips his phone in his pocket and steps closer to Morpheus. He really wants to give the other man a hug- he knows that’s what he would like if their situation was reversed- but he’s unsure how Morpheus will react, so he settles for an awkward pat on his elbow. “That’s rough, I’m sorry.”

[bee-saucee]

Hello, again~!

I've been doing all I can to not bombard you since last time, so now here I am. I love seeing men and people in general being able to show their ability to cook and nourish their loved ones through food. What does that look like for Shinso and Denki? Are they adventurous in their cooking? What kinds of dishes and foods are always in the fridge? Snacking? Who cooks the most? And when is a time that they would eat food outside the house? Anyhoo, hope you're doing well this first month of the year. And go bonkers sksk wherever your thought train takes you. ^-^

summary: ShinKami’s habits with eating, snacking, and cooking!

word count: 496

warnings: eating/food centered content

a/n: Hello again, friend! I’ll start with the important thing: This request is split up into three separate ones. I have a headcanons (this post), a short oneshot, and a longer oneshot. They have different vibes so I didn’t want anyone to not be able to read something or be put off because of one of these pieces. I’ll link the other posts at the end of this piece as well!

Anyway, I am so sorry I’m getting this back to you so late. I started my new semester at University when you sent this so I’ve been reeling trying to get back into the swing of things. That being said, I wanted to try and write something substantial for you to make up for the long wait. I’m also taking two writing courses the semester for fun so hopefully you see a bit of improvement here!

Hope you’re doing well. Thank you so so much for the request. I’d love to write something for you again.

I think that ShinKami has a lot of fun in the kitchen! When they met, they weren’t the savviest in the kitchen. They’re the type to know how to make maybe 3 dishes well but when they got together they decided to start on the journey of learning how to cook together! Cooking along with YouTube videos every night is a time that brings them together and they love cooking a homemade meal for date night

Even before learning how to cook for one another, Shinsou grew up on homemade soup when you’re sick so he always always makes Denki some chicken noodle soup when he’s sick and it never fails to make Denki cry a bit and get even snottier from the tears

Denki knows he’s not the best chef but he likes baking because the steps and measurements are a lot more clearly defined so he has an easier time with it. For just about every holiday, Denki will make some cookies for his loved ones. They come out lopsided and aren’t fully cooked a lot of the time but it's the thought that counts for these and he’s gotten better over the years.

From watching so much food content on YouTube to learn how to cook they have become hardcore sauce people

Shinsou is by far the more organized between the two of them so he keeps everything in the fridge in Pyrex tupperware they got as a housewarming gift from Aizawa. He also writes the date they made the food on masking tape he slaps on the tupperware because the thought of eating expired food makes his toes curl

They are busy pro heroes so while they like fresh food (especially Shinsou, see previous bullet point), they tend to keep rice ready to go for each night and they usually have pasta sometime during the week because they can never finish it (Denki swears you have to use the entire box of pasta each time. He’s working on scaling it back)

For snacks, I think that they always have peanut butter pretzels and apples in the house but they also love going to the store and trying out new snacks, especially those chips with with odd combos

They really do try to cook together but Shinsou will wind up picking up cooking by himself a bit more than Denki does because he tends to forget about things or tag along for hangouts last minute while Shinsou is a homebody

Shinkami also LOVES eating out! Of course for celebrations but they also love going out to a restaurant for date nights to slow down and get a chance to just talk. They’ll also stop at hole-in-the-wall type places near their work at the end of the day when they don’t have the energy to cook. They’re not super big takeout people because they hate the delivery fees but they will get it occasionally!

Lots of eating batter off the spoon when they bake

Check out the other posts based on this request: short oneshot | longer oneshot

or see my masterlist for more!

[mishervellous]

tagged by [muah muah smooch] @energievie, @creepkinginc and @surviving-maybe for this lil interview game! so fun!

what are some movie / tv quotes that you quote often?

this is a disney household, ESPECIALLY lilo & stitch (whenever lilo starts monologuing? those are my favorites to quote)

what is your favorite flower?

tulips 💐

if you were in avatar: the last airbender what element would you want to bend? earth, fire, water or air?

mmhh probably air? idk it is the coolest imo

what was your first job?

i worked at a fast food thingy for two months when i was 16

what is your favorite breakfast?

whole wheat apricot jam croissant and a cappuccino. this ain’t even [chef’s kiss], i’m straight up making out with the chef is SO good

what's a meal from childhood that you love?

so my grandma wasn’t really into cooking and the only thing she made for us were these very thin spaghetti with butter and parmigiano that still hit to this day

what's your favorite joke to tell?

oh boy we’re opening pandora’s box here—i’ll tell you my favorite atm which happens to be fitting for the cottage boys: two windmills are chilling in a farm, one asks the other “what’s your favorite genre of music?” and the other goes “i’m a big metal fan”

what's your favorite animal to see at the zoo?

penguins!

what's your go to quick meal to cook / make at home?

boxed mushroom risotto

what's your go to meal to cook someone to impress them?

homemade pizza and/or focaccia

what's something you want to do better?

not overthink everything

if you're working do you like your job?

currently unemployed so i’d say i love it

do you collect anything? what?

pocket knives and foreign currency

if you were trapped in a kids tv show, what show would you be okay with being trapped in?

probably babar

an adults tv show?

modern family, i feel like me and phil would get along

what kind of job did you want as a child?

interpreter

do you follow any sports? what team do you root for?

my toxic trait is that i like football (or soccer for the yankees out there), and my other toxic trait is that i root for juventus smh

if you could be any animal what would you be and why?

an unassuming snail because it takes its time

if you could be any mythological creature what would you be and why?

annoying lil leprechaun because of the mischiefs

what's the most obscure thing you've had to google for a fanfic you were writing/reading?

if people could smoke inside american hospitals in the 80s

what milkovich do you identify with most?

probably sandy, she’s cool but also mysterious

which one are you actually like the most?

probably mickey, see: paternal trauma

what gallagher do you identify with most? / which one are you actually like the most?

i’d say ian? shared experiences, head empty kinda vibes and all

tagging @y0itsbri, @grumpymickmilk, @crossmydna, @spaceofentropy, @gallavich-headcanon, @heymrspatel and @metalheadmickey 💙

[jcdedmemories]

[ thomas doherty, cis man, he/him ] — whoa! SEBASTIAN WINTERS just stole my cab! not cool, but maybe they needed it more. they have lived in the city for 3 MONTHS, working as a CHEF @ VINO E CUCINA. that can’t be easy, especially at only 28 YEARS OLD. some people say they can be a little bit SECRETIVE and INSECURE , but i know them to be INTELLIGENT and CREATIVE. whatever. i guess i’ll catch the next cab. hope they like the ride back to QUEENS!

CHARACTER INFORMATION:

full name: sebastian graham winters

nickname(s): seb, sebby, grahmmy

pronouns & gender: he/him, cis man

sexuality: homosexual

age: twenty-eight

relationship status: single

birth date: june 4 1996

birth place: london, england

time in town: three months since march, 2024

occupation: chef

parents: logan & sarah rivers

siblings: sammy rivers, logan rivers, hunter rivers, & skylar rivers

personality: insecure, intelligent, reserved & creative

pet: tabby cat named oli

APPEARANCE:

celebrity doppelgänger: thomas doherty

height: 6'0"

hair color: brown

eye color: blue

FAVORITES:

color: navy blue

food: general tso’s chicken

non-alcoholic beverage: diet dr. pepper

alcoholic beverage: tequila seltzer with a splash of cranberry

season: autumn

candle scent: cranberry mandarin

book: what if it’s us

video game: call of duty

tv show: rupaul’s drag race

animated tv show: king of the hill

movie: girls trip

holiday movie: national lampoon’s christmas vacation

disney movie: aladdin

pixar movie: ratatouille

disney original movie: lemonade outh

candy: sweet tarts

chocolate candy: reeses peanut butter cups

Fruit: watermelon

Vegetable: broccoli

cuisine to eat: homemade macaroni and cheese

cuisine to make: risotto

genre of music: pop

artist: dua lipa

song: jaded by miley cyrus

BIOGRAPHY:

tw; drugs, tw; alcohol, tw; overdose

London is a beautiful place to be born and raised and it was somewhere that Sebastian never thought that he would move on from. He loved the atmosphere and the culture that came with it. It was actually really nice to live in a place that people dreamed of being able to visit in their lifetime. 

Speaking of growing up, Sebastian was the middle child of his siblings. He wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or bad thing but the best part of growing up with parents like Logan and Sarah, they never made any of their kids feel less worthy than the other. Even with all of the problems that the kids had growing up, they would drop everything without a blink of an eye and be there for their children because unlike their kids, they had both grown up in the system. 

As Sebastian began to grow up, he showed a love for cooking in the kitchen. He was always wanting to help his mother out and that meant that he was getting in the way and making a bigger mess than if she had just done things herself, but this is something that bonded the two of them. They each bonded with their parents in different ways as one of his siblings was big into cars and that’s why they were so close. But something that all of them shared was the love of board games. They would constantly have a game night weekly so that they could catch up and they always made a commitment to sit down and have family dinner and play games even after leaving the nest. 

While getting ready to graduate from school, it was a no brainer that Sebastian was going to go to university for culinary arts. He was destined to become one of the bests just like Gordon Ramsay. But still while in school, he had met Austin and they clicked well with one another. He had watched Austin go through his transition from female to male and he adored Austin the entire way through. There was something about having the courage to do that, which made Sebastian admire him even more. 

The two of them began to hang out and feelings quickly developed for Sebastian. He wanted Austin and he didn’t know what it was but he felt like he could spend the rest of his life with him. They continued their relationship to university and Sebastian enjoyed it. After a year when Austin had left, Austin had broken up with Sebastian and he was absolutely devastated. He didn’t know what to do with himself so he turned to drugs and alcohol to the point where there was no return. He got himself into some trouble and he dropped out of college. 

Sebastian disappeared from his family and that’s when they began to worry about him. They didn’t know what was going on with him and they found him after he had taken too much and he was in the hospital. They called his mother since she was the emergency contact and she was there, crying her eyes out. She begged Sebastian to change his ways so that he didn’t end up like this again. 

Sebastian moved back into the home and he worked on himself and he went through therapy and took the steps to get healthier. Sebastian ended up going back to school and getting his degree in culinary arts and went to work in a restaurant. He worked there for years before he was offered a position in New York City working in downtown Manhattan. He took the position and moved at the beginning of March 2024. 

[sugarfreeicedlatte]

June 3, 1:47pm

I’m just now having my first meal because I woke up at noon. I stayed up pretty late, and my fatigue has been bad lately. I know it’s because I had a cherry magnesium drink, and I’m too sensitive to sleeping aids, even if they are natural.

For my first meal, I’m having coffee with creamer + oatmeal w/ blueberries, flax seeds, natural peanut butter, and cinnamon.

For my second meal, I’ll probably have a big salad w/ berries, vegan feta, pecans, and raspberry vinaigrette. I might add cherries, but I’m not sure yet. That’s what I had yesterday, and it was really good.

Dinner will most likely be whole wheat spaghetti noodles w/ homemade sauce. I’m adding carrots, maybe some celery, and onions to it. It’s the recipe Audrey Hepburn used, but I’m going to add lentils for added protein.

I’m going to make a chocolate mousse for dessert, and it’s pretty simple to throw together. I will be adding sugar because powdered erythritol is too expensive. I cannot afford a small, $17 bag of that when a large, organic powdered sugar is $5. I mean, I can, but my husband would probably be upset since he pays for the groceries.

If my back feels okay, I’m going to do a walking YouTube video. I haven’t exercised besides cleaning the house in a while because of my injury. It’s not getting any better because my physical therapist is awful, but I need to stop being sedentary. It’s making me antsy.

[hannahsmusings]

Jackson

*Jackson’s stomach growled at the thought of food, especially Bonnie’s special homemade blueberry pancakes, knowing they were delicious and they would coat his stomach but the mere thought of consuming food made him nauseous, knowing his body was desperate for some sort of sustenance and less alcohol but the alcohol felt more like a need where food felt more like a want* *his eyes moved from the fireplace to Bonnie when she was right in front of him, remembering her kind words to him the night he kissed you, remembering how she told him that love was worth it and he wanted to rage and scream at her for giving him such false hope, she lit a fire inside him that had never been lit before just to be extinguished almost immediately, feeling like such a waste of a person, knowing he never deserved your love or any love of that matter and he was so angry at himself for believing that he was destined for that sort of life* *he shakes those thoughts way, knowing he’d never actually lash out against Bonnie, she was like the mother he never had and he couldn’t handle losing her right after losing you* *he blinks slowly as she mentions the bakery, remembering the little bakery in town that she used to bring him to as a boy when things were specially hard at home, that bakery being his little safe haven, even now he went there every so often, the little ladies there always greeting him by name, he even used to know the owner back when he was much younger but unfortunately she passed* *he shakes his head at the thought of going there, the place bringing him too much joy, he didn’t feel like he deserved any sort of happiness, he wanted to wallow in his own self pity and despair* I’ll have a few bites of the pancakes… thank you for making them. *his tone was monotonous, not moving to go get the food, just waiting for Bonnie to put it infront of him, his limbs feeling like lead, too exhausted mentally and emotionally to get up himself*

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*i could see you were trying but you weren’t yourself, heart breaking for you and hoping that Hannah would return soon and you could work things out, you clearly both were meant for each other and I could imagine she was struggling just as much* *smiles and relaxes a little as you say you’d have a few bites, hoping this meant you were coming out of your wallowing* Okay, good. I’ll bring them in here. Maybe I can run you a bath for after? *asks, just wanting to take care of you, knowing all these things would make you feel slightly better but you didn’t want to do it on your own* *goes back into the kitchen to grab the tray, having plated up the pancakes with some butter and syrup as well as a strong coffee and a glass of juice, bringing it in the living room and placing it in front of you* Take your time, okay? *smiles warmly at you before I bustle over to the windows, mumbling to myself* Let’s get some light in here. *opens the curtains and the windows, needing you to feel alive again as this depression was worrying me* - Bonnie

*coming to the bakery in the mornings had become part of my routine now, the ladies always being lovely to me and I felt so at home here, despite the ache in my chest at all the memories of my mum it was nice to feel close to her, it helped keep me distracted from you* *I was helping open up, having served a few customers for the morning coffee rush but now it was quieter, going into the back and beginning to prep a few of the desserts, kneading some dough slowly and my thoughts drifting to you, wondering what meeting you were in or what was happening for you, feeling the familiar pang of my heart as thinking of you always made me miss you* - Hannah

[harveyhawkscripts]

[A4A] Decorating the Christmas Tree with a Dogperson Roommate [Dogperson speaker] [Mini script] [12 Days of Scriptmas]

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Synopsis: The speaker gets home from the night shift to find their roommate, a dogperson, has put up a Christmas tree. The two decorate with homemade ornaments and enjoy some tasty Christmas treats. 

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Word Count: 536

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DOGPERSON

You’re home! I missed you! Come on, come see the tree!  

Yep! I know you said things were tight this year, but don’t worry. This is a gift from work.  

It sure is! There are some perks to working at a department store. We had a surplus of Christmas trees, so the boss let me take one home. I even made decorations while you were at work. Check it out! We’ve got a paper garland, snowflakes, beaded ornaments, and a string of popcorn.  

Okay, half a string of popcorn. I ate the rest. But we can just kind of drape it over the front of the tree, and it’ll work!  

Of course I stayed up all night working on this. I wanted to be done by the time you got home from work. Plus, I was just too excited to sleep. Sooo, you’ll decorate it with me, right? 

Yay! Thanks roomie. Ooh! Stay here for a second. I’ll be right back 

[Footsteps as roommate retrieves drinks] 

Ta-dah! Hot drinks for a cold day. I can’t have hot chocolate, so I hope it’s okay that I made apple cider instead.  

You like it? I’m glad! Now, let’s get started. I’ve been waiting all night for this! 

(Yawn) 

Hm? I’m okay. I think last night is starting to catch up with me. Christmas decorations are hard work. 

(Yawn) Nooo, I wanna finish the tree first. I’ll take a nap afterwards. 

Yes, yes, I promise! Now, let’s get decorating! 

Well, I would’ve gotten candy canes to put on the tree, but you know how I get around mint. It’s just too sharp for my sensitive little nose. Ooh, but I have candy-cane shaped meaty chews! Maybe we can use those instead.  

Got it. Popcorn is the only food on the tree. Fair enough. I’d probably just eat the chewies right off the branches anyway. They’re just so yummy! 

[Stomach growls] 

I’m making myself hungry just talking about it.  

(Excited) Treat?! Me, I do! I want a treat!  

(Gasp) Peanut butter Christmas cookies?! Peanut butter is, like, my favorite thing in the whole world – aside from you, of course. Where did you get these? 

Remind me to thank your coworker.  

[Bite, chewing] 

(Mouth full) In fact, I should send him a card. These are delicious!  

(Yawn) 

No, no, I’m fine! I can still decorate! Let’s start with the garland. Here it is. Let’s see... Where is the end of it...? 

Oh! There it is!  

[Roommate spins in a circle, chasing the end of the garland] 

Hold on, I’ve almost got it!... Gotcha! Okay, you hold this end here, and I’ll wrap it around the tree.  

And...Perfect!  

[Popcorn crunch] 

(Mouth full) Now the popcorn string. 

[Crunch. Crunch] 

Ah. Y’know... Maybe we just skip the popcorn string this year. We still have plenty of ornaments! Look, this one is you, and this one is me. I used felt for the ears. Aren’t they cute? 

I knew you’d like them!  

(Yawn)  

 Let’s see... Put this one here. And this one... 

(Yawn) Here.  

Mm? But we’re almost (yawn) done.  

Just one more ornament. And then I’ll definitely... 

(Yawn) Go to bed... 

(Snore) 

[Light clicks off] 

(Mumbling) Mm? Night night, roomie. Er, morning... Merry Christmas. 

(Snore) 

END 

[auntiepasto]

Homemade Tomato Powder

So I don’t know about you guys, but when I made a big pile of tomato soup for canning, I had a ton of tomato skins left over. I paid good money for those tomatoes (my garden gave me some, but not nearly enough for homemade tomato soup all winter), so I squinted at them and went “okay, what can I do with these?”

One of my Italian cookbooks (My Calabria, by Rosetta Costantino) had a mention in it of drying pepper skins to grind for peperoncino for the table. Obviously tomatoes aren’t peppers, and I’m not likely to just randomly sprinkle tomato powder on —

Ha, who am I fooling? Maybe I will. We like tomatoes around here! But anyway, I spread the skins out on my dehydrator, at 135° Freedom Units / 57° Confusing Units, and let them go about 8 hours until they were nice and crispy, then ground them up in my spice grinder.

The San Marzano is very definitely a classic tomato sauce flavor. Saucy Mary is from the Dwarf Tomato Project — I’ll talk about that at some point — and they are sauce tomatoes that are green when ripe. That one is sprightly and a bit more acidic. I like both very much.

“Okay, Ji,” you say, “but what are you going to do with tomato powder? Why add on extra steps when you could have just tossed them into the compost and fed the garden?” Well, I am stubborn about using as much as I can, and I like good food. So I’ll probably use these as flavor boosters for things that could use an extra punch of tomato flavor — sauces, soups, maybe make a compound butter to put on potatoes or fish, definitely put some in my salad dressing from time to time. Maybe even sneak some into my garlic bread — boy, it’s been a while since I’ve made garlic bread. I should do that.

[makinglightweight]

18/35

59.4kgs wake up. Feeling nice and sore and tired. Coffee and water.

My mom bought me tapioca pudding for lunch, knowing that I’m on a diet, thinking it would make me happy to have something fresh and fruity (“you can cut some mangoes into it”) . Go and explain how much I’ve been suffering from this cut and how the last thing I want is to intentionally kick the bucket by ingesting a food with 100g of carbs per 100g, before counting coconut milk and fruit. It would be impossible to just portion control since it’s not homemade and tends to spoil super quickly (hence I can’t go around opening and sifting through it and expecting it to stay edible till lunch). It really saddens me to have to abstain from things that do make me happy, but I don’t think I could deal with the consequences. This is some classic disordered eating except that I have an excuse, which I guess is somehow worse. Also, I would hate to have to justify eating dessert for lunch at work. All the snacks I turned down would seem a lot more rude.

Anyways, I made myself a nice salad with leftover Tre Cereali and forgot to put some onion in it. Yay me. I’ll be flying for training camp in two days and of course the list of last minute things and people is innumerable and insufferable. I am honestly really not looking forward. It’s so damn difficult to eat properly at camp when you’re cooking for yourself with other people, you’re always fucking tired and yet the pressure is on for racing. I’ll have to try and do as much meal prep as I can, so I’ll maybe buy some Tupperware boxes and make like curry, grilled chicken, okra stew, stuff like that. Last camp all I ate was pasta, bresaola and fucking arugula salad. It was a miracle to get my hands on fresh vegetables.

This morning’s erg piece was 3x3k at race pace. I died again on the third piece but did a better job at keeping the rate. Did 30’ cool down on the watt bike. Had a protein yoghurt, a coffee and a 250ml bottle of sparkling water afterwards. Touched down at the office and drank two cups of water.

For lunch I had a makeshift salad with 80g of Tre Cereali, a cucumber, 6 cherry tomatoes, 6 black olives, 4 tablespoons of corn, 1 chili pepper and two radishes. It was surprisingly filling, had another cup of water with it while chatting with my lab mates.

Spent my afternoon working with randomized cravings for chocolate cake, goat cheese, and yet again, toasted olive bread with butter and pastrami.

Came home around 6pm. Snacked on 6 cherry tomatoes and went in for my second session, 60’ indoor bike. Back hurt a bit throughout. Craved quinoa and tofu; it’s safe to say I’m fucking starving.

59.5kgs post training.

For dinner I had 330gr of baked white fish, and two cups of a green veggie mix: broccoli, green fava beans, zucchini, onion, leek and green beans. Veggies were too spicy so I toned it down with a slice of spelt bread.

Later in the evening I went to have coffee with my dad. Espresso, cup of water, small slice of basbousa (about 200 kcal). I’ll have another cup of water and magnesium before bed.

[thedisneychef]

Can You Use A Cupcake Recipe To Make A Cake

Making a cake from scratch can seem intimidating, but it doesn't have to be! Believe it or not, you can use a cupcake recipe to make a delicious cake. That's right - no special ingredients or techniques required. In this article, I'll explain how easy it is to turn that cupcake recipe into an impressive layer cake with just a few simple steps. So if you've ever wanted to try your hand at making a homemade cake without all the fuss and bother of traditional recipes, then read on! You'll learn exactly how to take that tried-and-true cupcake recipe and transform it into something truly special for any occasion. Maybe You Also Like: - Can You Substitute Sherry For Vermouth In A Recipe - Can You Use Any Recipe In A Bread Machine - Can You Use A Pancake Recipe For Waffles Converting Cupcake Quantities Yes, you can use a cupcake recipe to make a cake. I've done it many times and the results are always delicious! The key is to pay attention to the quantities of ingredients in your cupcake recipe and adjust accordingly for a cake. The most important factor when making this conversion is adding flour. A typical cupcake recipe calls for 1-2 cups of all purpose flour while a cake will require at least 2-3 cups. Be sure to double or even triple the amount of flour depending on how large of a cake you're baking. Another major adjustment that needs to be made when converting from cupcakes to cakes is doubling other ingredients such as sugar, butter, eggs, etc. Depending on what type of cake you’re planning on making, your ingredient list could vary slightly but the overall concept remains true - increase the quantity of each item listed in order for your final product to become a full sized cake rather than just cupcakes. By taking these steps and paying close attention to measurements, you'll have no problem creating an amazing cake using any standard cupcake recipe! Choosing The Right Cake Pan I'm sure you've heard the phrase, "the bigger the better". That certainly applies to baking a cake. To make your cake look like it came from a bakery, choosing the right size and shape of pan is key. You'll need one that's large enough for your cupcake recipe so all the batter fits in properly. The icing techniques will also vary depending on what type of cake you're creating. If you want to decorate with fondant or marzipan, then an 8-inch round tin should do the trick. For more intricate designs, opt for a rectangular tin instead – this allows for greater flexibility when it comes to decoration. And don't forget about temperature: cakes usually bake at 350°F (177°C), but if your recipe calls for something different, be sure to follow those instructions as closely as possible. Once you’ve got the perfect pan picked out, it’s time to get creative and let your homebaked masterpiece shine! With just a few simple tips, anyone can create a stunning showstopper that looks almost too good to eat! Adjusting The Baking Time Yes, you can use a cupcake recipe to make a cake. The main difference between the two is that cakes usually require larger baking pans or have more layers than cupcakes. You might also need to adjust some of the ingredients and baking time when making a cake from a cupcake recipe. When adjusting your baking time, it’s important to keep in mind the size of your pan and the amount of batter being used. Generally speaking, if you are using less batter and/or a smaller pan than what was originally called for in the recipe, then reduce your baking temperature by 25°F (14°C) and increase your baking time accordingly. On the other hand, if you are using more batter and/or a bigger pan than what was specified in the original recipe, then increase your oven temperature by 25°F (14°C). Furthermore, many recipes allow for alternative ingredients such as different types of oil or gluten-free flour which may affect how long it takes for your cake to bake through. Always double check with an inserted toothpick after about 3 quarters of cooking time has passed - this will help ensure that no matter what kind of changes you made to the original recipe, all elements will be cooked properly before taking out from heat source. If necessary, add extra minutes until the pick comes out clean! Decorating The Cake Once you’ve adjusted the baking time and cooked your cake to perfection, it’s time to decorate. There are a variety of icing techniques that can be used to give your cake an extra special touch. From buttercream frosting to ganache glazes, there's something for everyone. If you're really feeling adventurous, why not try some fondant options? Fondant is a soft dough-like substance made from sugar which can be shaped and molded into various shapes and designs - perfect for creating beautiful cakes! If you don't feel like making your own fondant at home, then there are plenty of store bought options available too. Simply knead the fondant until it's nice and pliable and roll out on top of your cake to create a smooth finish. Then add any decorations or cutouts with cookie cutters or use food coloring markers to draw intricate patterns onto the surface of the fondant. With this method, you'll have a stunningly decorated cake in no time! So now that you know how to adjust the baking time and decorate your cake with ease, all that’s left is getting creative in the kitchen! Have fun experimenting with different flavors combinations and decorative ideas so that each batch turns out unique - just like every cupcake recipe! Creative Variations Yes, you can use a cupcake recipe to make a cake! It may require some adjustment but the basic steps and ingredients should remain fairly similar. One of the main differences will be in piping techniques used for decorating – think beyond just frosting and explore various flavor combinations that are unique to cakes. From swirls of meringue to layers of creamy ganache, there's so much potential when it comes to creating something special with your fondant or buttercream icing. Plus, experimenting with different flavors like lemon curd and raspberry jam is sure to give your cake an extra delicious boost! With these tools at hand, the possibilities are truly endless and even the most inexperienced baker can get creative with their baking skills. So don't be afraid to try something new – who knows what kind of tasty treats you'll come up with? Frequently Asked Questions What Type Of Frosting Should I Use On My Cake? When it comes to frosting your cake, there are many options available. Depending on the occasion, you can choose a simple buttercream icing or get creative with different techniques and decorations. If you’re looking for something special that stands out, consider using piping techniques to make intricate designs or adding fondant accents like flowers or ribbons around the edges of your cake. When in doubt, talk to a professional baker who can help guide you through various icing techniques and provide ideas for cake decorations. How Many Cups Of Sugar Are Needed For A Standard Cake Recipe? When baking a cake, the amount of sugar needed varies depending on your recipe and what type of cake you're making. Generally speaking, most standard cake recipes call for 2 to 3 cups of sugar. However, if you're adding icings or different flavors to your cake, you may need to adjust these ratios accordingly. It's always best to follow the instructions in your recipe closely so that you achieve the desired flavor and texture with each batch of cakes! What Is The Best Way To Store A Cake To Keep It Fresh? Storing a cake to keep it fresh can be tricky, but there are some tips you should follow. First, make sure the cake has cooled completely before wrapping it in plastic wrap or foil. You want to seal out any air that could cause it to dry out over time. If you're planning on icing your cake, don't use butter-based icings until just before serving so they don't soften and run off the sides of the cake. Cake fillings also need special attention; cream cheese-filled cakes should be stored in the fridge and other types of filling should be used within two days for best results. Flavoring extracts like vanilla, almond and mint will evaporate over time if left uncovered so store those cakes with their frosting intact! With these simple tips, you'll have a delicious cake that stays moist and flavorful even after baking time is up! How Can I Make A Cake Without Eggs? If you're looking to make a cake without eggs, there are plenty of egg free substitutes that can get the job done. Depending on what type of cake you're making, vegan baking is a great way to go about it. There's no need for animal products such as milk and butter either - just by substituting some ingredients with others, like replacing regular milk with almond or coconut milk in combination with vegetable oil instead of butter, you'll have an egg-free cake batter ready to be baked into your very own delicious masterpiece! How Long Will A Cake Last Once It Has Been Baked? Once you've baked your cake, it will last for a few days at room temperature - the length of time depends on how the cake is stored and how much icing there is. For best results, store your cake in an airtight container to keep its texture fresh and help maintain the stability of the icing. If possible, wrap it in plastic or parchment paper first before storing it as this can help ensure maximum moisture retention and preserve its flavor. Conclusion Yes, you can use a cupcake recipe to make a cake. It is important to note that the amount of sugar and other ingredients may need to be adjusted slightly. Additionally, when making cakes without eggs, it is important to add an extra moisture source such as applesauce or yogurt in order for the cake batter to come together properly. Lastly, once your cake has been baked and cooled off completely, it should last several days if stored correctly. To keep your cake fresh longer I recommend wrapping it tightly with plastic wrap and storing in an airtight container at room temperature away from direct sunlight. With these tips in mind, you're sure to have delicious results every time! If you're looking for more delicious recipes to try, be sure to check out The Disney Chef's recipe categories! Whether you're in the mood for something sweet like a cake recipe, something savory like a chicken or pork recipe, or something fresh like a vegetable or seafood recipe, there's something for everyone. And if you're a meat-lover, don't forget to check out the beef recipes category for hearty and satisfying meals. With so many options to choose from, you're sure to find a new favorite recipe to add to your collection. Read the full article

[3000stories]

The prompt: 500 words about a food you hate

There are plenty of foods I don’t like. The metallic crispness of nori. The salty fishitude of roe and caviar. The slimy grossness of uni, or the differently gross chewy blandness of sashimi. And there are some foods that I’ve judged in advance and found too challenging for my adventurous but not that adventurous palate: bugs, durian, horse — I’m sure it’s tasty, but my brain just can’t overcome the conditioning of being a Horse Girl for much of my childhood. Sorry, Venetian cuisine.

But none of these rise to the level of foulness, of sheer disgusting horror, attained by mayonnaise.

Now, I’ll be the first to admit that I haven’t tried every mayo out there. I hear that the Japanese-made Kewpie mayo is a fundamentally different beast from my local brand. And I’ve never tried homemade either — I think out of fear that I’d spend all that time and effort crafting something that … actually it turns out that I also loathe, and why did I even bother? No, my mayo of choice when I choose to really despise a condiment is Best Foods (Hellman’s, east of the Mississippi) Real Mayonnaise, the pasty slimy king of mucilaginous monstrosities.

It’s very cool to hate mayo these days. To hear some people talk, it’s one of the defining character traits of Millennials. But I can confirm to you that I hated mayo before it was cool. I was one of those kids who always ate the same thing for lunch, and maybe that’s the secret behind my mayo aversion — when your daily is PB&J, mayonnaise is weird and slimy and repulsive. It glistens sinisterly. It’s only mostly opaque, and like… mostly but not quite white. Both the taste and the texture are reminiscent of the mucus you see on the face of a kid with a prodigiously runny nose — salty, slimy, and offensively squidgy.

Mayonnaise has its uses of course. It’s acceptable in egg salad, tuna salad, and chicken salad — especially curried chicken salad, with its hearty chunks of chicken, cashews, celery, and raisins. But it is inadequately concealed in potato and pasta salads, which leads me to consider whether it’s the protein content of the Acceptable Salads that keeps them palatable. I will concede that it can also be used to great benefit in baked goods, but only in cases where it can be entirely concealed behind the real ingredients.

There’s this poverty dessert that my elder relatives occasionally tell me about from their childhoods… it involves mayonnaise and bananas. I die a little inside every time it comes up. (A quick google search reveals that this combo is a Very Southern Thing, which is odd because none of my elderly relatives come from or live in the South.) I would literally rather never have dessert again than suffer through mayonnaise ruining a perfectly good banana.

And I’m sorry, people who make their grilled cheese sandwiches with mayonnaise. You are actual monsters. I love you, but humans invented butter for a reason.

In conclusion, mayo sucks. It has always sucked. If there were a Seven Wonders of the Culinary World monument, mayonnaise would be inscribed on a lead tablet and sunk into the ocean as far away from that monument as possible. And when extraterrestrials come to Earth at last, they will accidentally discover this tablet and destroy the planet in retaliation for humans having ever invented the concept of mayonnaise.

(The worst bit is, it’s a chemically cool trick — all emulsification is! — so in my heart I love it a little bit. But still. On the Lead Tablet of Culinary Disgrace it goes.)

[shadowredfeline]

Yeah I haven’t had much time on doing a Mario day theme drawings since I was busy focusing on my Grandfather’s birthday and had some time off to focus on that and ended up playing Switch games online for the afternoon. But seeing Mario as an Elephant is really cool. Even when he attacked those Skedaddlers. Plus I have played Super Mario Bros. Wonder on my Switch and I played that game a lot with my friend from Social Club. Maybe when I have no drawings to do or have time off, maybe I’ll get back to focusing on that game, besides focusing on Persona 3 Reload since I just got the game.

And also with these two on this day post,

I have never seen Popcorn like candy before. I sometimes remember Jellybeans that have buttered Popcorn Flavor and that’s what I do remember. And the other candy I do remember eating as a kid are these small Candied Ice Cream with Chocolate, Vanilla and Mixed, and they do taste really good, kinda like Japanese sweets.

And for the Fish Sandwich from McDonald’s, my mom and my grandfather loves the Fish Sandwiches, especially if you want to have some extra Tartar sauce with it. And since it is the lent season since my family is Catholic like our P-Pal’s family, and the tradition is No Meat on Fridays and all they eat is fish or something Meatless. Which I’m sure the Rabbit family will be alright with, as well as for Sam on the Meatless stuff.

Debby 😺📱🖥️: mmhmm. It is Catholic tradition when we can’t eat meat on Fridays. And I’m sure Rita and I can make some fish or anything meatless for Dinner. And not to worry, Sam. My son and I do find lots of Meatless choices to eat. Especially Alfredo or Pasta Roni.

James 🐶🧰🔰: Yup. Pasta Roni is my favorite besides Homemade Pizza.

Debby 😺📱🖥️: We know you do, Dad. 😊

Here’s my note before I’ll get started….

(NO COPYING OR PLAGIARIZING FROM ME AND ONE OF MY CLOSEST FRIEND’S WORK! THAT INCLUDES OUR CHARACTERS, DESIGNS, STUFF, ETC. IMPOSTERS AND SEXBOTS ARE NOT WELCOME TO FOLLOW MY BLOG WHATSOEVER! 😡 That will be all….I mean it.)

I’d spend hours from yesterday just to get around this Mario Day fanart done. It’s nothing too personal about it; other than expectedly took an awkward turn. This was from my other drafts I’d saved since last year. Though I’d never planned by bringing this for Mario Day in time, but here it was. (I guess)

Also, Elephant Mario is holding Skedaddler’s seed nuts after trying to toss at them. 😅

GIF version from: Link Here

Plus, I’m really surprised for Nintendo bringing us something new to honor their jumpstar pluming boy.

Tagged: @murumokirby360 @carmenramcat @alexander1301 @rafacaz4lisam2k4 @paektu

[laurenairay]

This is My Home - N. Hischier

A/N: I wrote this for @antoineroussel​’s word prompt challenge, so here we are! I started writing this before PK retired, ergo he is still on the team. Just a bit of domestic fluff and a slice of home life.

Player: Nico Hischier

Word: Xenial (adjective) – warm, welcoming, and hospitable

Word count: 2.6k words

*

“I found the fresh baguettes!”

“The part-baked ones?”

“Yeah, that’s the ones! Managed to get all four, just as you asked.”

You grinned as your boyfriend walked into the kitchen, baguettes in hand as promised, and lent up to thank him with a soft kiss.

“Aww, only a little kiss after I braved the streets of Newark for you?”

“Oh yes, so brave, Nico Hischier risking everything to make it through the supermarket,” you said dryly.

Nico just laughed, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. “So mean to me. I don’t know how I’ll survive.”

“I’m sure you’ll think of something, oh brave and mighty Captain,” you teased.

He rolled his eyes fondly, shaking his head. “Is there anything I can do to help? Any more prep you need doing?”

“Well, the dressing is ready for the salad, the salad is ready in the fridge, the pasta bakes are both in the oven on low, and I’ve nearly finished making the garlic butter – maybe you could slice the baguettes just deep enough for me to put the butter in ready for later?” you suggested.

“Done,” he grinned, nodding, “I’ll also wash up the million pans that you used.”

“Oh hush, you try cooking enough minced beef, onion, grilled peppers and homemade tomato pasta sauce for nine hockey players and little old me,” you shot back, laughing.

“Touché!”

Nico leant his head down, pressing a slow soft kiss to your lips again before leaving you with your heart racing, barely able to get yourself together again by the time he was gently slicing into the baguettes next to you.

This evening was a big night – the first time that the two of you were hosting a dinner party together. Even more so, it was in the apartment that the two of you had just moved into, your first home together, and you’d only just made it feel like home when Nico asked if you minded hosting something together. Just a small thing, he promised, for a few of the team. When you’d eventually gotten the whole story out of him – he wanted to do something nice for some of the core older guys and the younger guys, all those without partners of their own, as Captain now that the team could mix again – there was no way you could say no. The hope in his eyes and the fact that he was even asking in the first place made your decision for you. You knew that dating the captain of an NHL team came with responsibilities, came with a role of your own, and if you could do something as small as hosting a dinner party then you absolutely would. Maybe you weren’t quite a Michelin star chef, but you could hold your own – there were a few recipes that were home comforts that you knew you could adapt to pack with veggies for the team, and the pasta bake you eventually decided on was one of them. At least you hoped Jonas, Gravy, Dougie, Nate, Mikey, Jack, PK, and Dawson (the eventual guest list) would like it?

Sure, you hadn’t cooked for that many people before and certainly not with hockey player appetites, but you’d doubled the usual recipe so that would be okay, right? Damn, what if you hadn’t?

“Baby, what if there’s not enough food? I know how much you guys eat! I don’t have any back-up!” you groaned, “I don’t want to leave our guests hungry at our first dinner party!

“Woah, schätzli, breathe. They’re going to love the dinner, I promise. Like, they’ll all just be happy to have a meal cooked for them,” Nico said, smiling.

You knew he was trying to reassure you, really you did, but that did not help in the slightest.

“Really? Just happy to have a meal cooked for them? Should I have saved myself the stress and just made a huge vat of kraft mac and cheese?” you asked dryly.

Nico’s eyes went wide, cheeks flushing as he realised the implication of his words, and he quickly took your hands in his. You knew he knew how hard you’d been working on all of the preparation today, but right now his words weren’t what you needed to hear.

“The effort and love you’ve put into this food could never be replaced by kraft,” he insisted, pursing his lips at the brand name, “I really didn’t mean it like that.”

You drew your bottom lip into your mouth, hesitating briefly, but eventually nodded. Your boyfriend hadn’t meant any harm, you knew that, and the last thing you wanted to do was take out your frustration on him.

“Alright, if you say so,” you said forced-lightly, “I just hope everything goes smoothly.”

“It will. I promise. Tonight is going to go well,” Nico said firmly, a small smile tugging at his lips.

As always, you were unable to stop yourself returning that familiar smile, Nico just smiling a little wider before he leaned down to press a soft kiss to your lips.

“How long have we got before the oven timer goes off?” he murmured, warm hands leaving yours to  clutch at your waist.

“Mm, 30 minutes, why?” you asked a little breathlessly.

Nico just grinned sharply, hands sliding down to cup your ass before he lifted you up. You shrieked slightly, batting at his shoulder while he laughed, wrapping your legs around his waist regardless.

“Dreadful, awful man,” you mock-scolded, sliding your arms around his neck to draw your faces even closer.

“Yes, yes I am,” he smirked, “How about we rectify that?”

The promise in his eyes made you shiver.

~

Eventually, the two of you made it back into the kitchen, nearly the full half hour after Nico carried you down the hallway, and you knew at least some of your guests would be arriving shortly. Your boyfriend took out the required 8 bowls and cutlery sets, putting them on the kitchen island ready for serving the food up, while you placed the pre-prepared garlic breads into the oven too, hoping the delicious smells would travel through your apartment by the time Nico’s teammates arrived.

“Drinks? Should we get them out now?” you asked, trying to think of anything else you’d missed.

“I already stocked the fridge with beers and wine and sodas – we can just give the guys what they want when they arrive. Relax, schätzli, everything’s under control,” Nico said warmly.

“Easy for you to say,” you mused, nudging him with your hip.

Nico just nudged you back, grinning. “You look beautiful, the food smells amazing, and all I need to do is set the cutlery out – everything else can be done after the guys arrive. It’s all good.”

He was right. You knew he was right. So you tried to let his words sink in, forcing yourself to relax until it actually felt real.

Wait.

“Salad tongs! I need to find the salad tongs!”

Nico just groaned before laughing as you darted over to the drawers again, but you just ignored him. Whirling round with a triumphant smile, you brandished the almost-forgotten tongs like a sword, Nico giving you a teasing round of applause, but before you could retort, the doorbell rang. Your boyfriend sent you a reassuring smile to calm the nerves you knew he knew were simmering under the surface, and left you to put the cutlery and salad tongs out on the dining room table. To be honest, it gave you enough time to steady yourself as Nico greeted his friends.

You knew being so nervous was a little silly, but you’d never cooked a homemade meal for guests before. Like, this was your home, with your boyfriend, and it was his friends coming over to celebrate the two of you. It was important, right? It didn’t matter that you’d met them all so many times during the couple of years you’d been dating Nico, but it was different this time – this was your first home together, and you wanted it to be special. So so different from just heating up catered food. This was your food, and you wanted them to like it. Was that silly? Really?

“There you are!”

The sound of Jonas’s voice brought a smile to your face, breaking you out of your thoughts as you laid the last of the spoons down.

“Jonas! I’m so glad you could make it,” you said happily, hugging him tightly.

He just laughed, hugging you just as tightly in return before letting you step away. “Whatever you’re cooking smells amazing. I already reminded Nico that he’s clearly punching in this relationship.”

Hah, as if.

“Oh stop it, it’s nothing complicated. Just good homely food,” you grinned, “Can I get you a drink?”

“I think your lesser half has that covered – but I did bring you a bottle of wine, to say thanks for hosting,” Jonas smiled.

What a thoughtful man. Nico really was lucky to have such wonderful friends.

“You really shouldn’t have – but thank you. I’ll put this in the kitchen!”

Jonas trailed after you, glancing around the apartment that he had yet to see in full, Nico just smiling as he saw the two of you.

“I see you found each other,” Nico grinned, passing Jonas a freshly-opened beer.

“I just followed the sound of someone working hard,” Jonas shot back, teasing.

Nico stuck his tongue out in retaliation, making you laugh – and then the doorbell rang again. You stayed in the kitchen chatting with Jonas while Nico did his hosting duty again, and in no time at all he returned with Dougie and Ryan, both of them smiling widely.

“Hi! Welcome!”

“Thanks for having us all,” Dougie grinned.

“It smells amazing in here,” Ryan added.

“We shouldn’t have too long before food is ready,” you said simply.

“PK’s clown car was pulling in as we were walking up, so they should all be here soon,” Nico mused, reaching into the fridge for a chilled bottle of white wine.

Ah yes, PK had drawn the short straw (by having the biggest car) and had been the lucky person to pick up all the younger guys – you could only imagine how rowdy a car with Nate, Mikey, Jack, and Dawson would have been. Poor PK.

“Here, just a little something to say thank you for tonight, and as a little housewarming gift,” Dougie said, smiling.

He drew out a beautiful crystal vase from behind his back, Ryan revealing a gorgeous bouquet of flowers, making you gasp softly. Oh how thoughtful! That was the last thing you were expecting.

“That is so sweet of you two – thank you, so much,” you said, still a little stunned.

They both shrugged, looking pleased with themselves, Nico murmuring his own thanks as he passed them a glass of wine each. As the doorbell rang for, hopefully, the final time, you busied yourself filling the vase with water and arranging the flowers in it to stand proudly.

Your first home, your first dinner party, your first vase. Everything was happening tonight.

“The party has arrived!”

You turned around with a grin at the sound of PK’s booming voice, allowing yourself to get wrapped in a warm hug, squealing as he lifted you off your feet.

“It’s good to see you too, PK,” you giggled, once he’d placed you back down on the floor.

“How could I miss an evening at Chez Capitan?” he grinned.

“What can I get you to drink?”

“Well unlike the two giants and the other Swiss, I will actually need to drive the babies home, so I’ll just have the one glass of wine now, if that’s okay?” PK mused, ignoring the crows of protest from the younger guys.

“Of course! I picked up a bunch of sodas too, so you’ll have plenty of choice later,” you explained.

“You are a goddess and Nico does not deserve you,” PK said bluntly.

“Well that I do know,” Nico chimed in, making everyone laugh.

By the time all the guys had a cold drink in their hands (and by the time PK had given you a marble drink coaster set and the young guys had given you the basket of gourmet cookies, chocolates and candied fruit they’d put together, bless them), the food was ready.

“Alright, guys, if you can all take a seat at the table?” you called out to get their attention.

Jack’s whoop made you laugh, Nico just rolling his eyes. Jonas led the way, leaving you and Nico alone in the kitchen.

“Tell me what you want me to do. It’s your show, boss,” he said with a soft smile.

Boss. Hah. You could get used to that.

“If you could get the two large dishes of pasta bake out the oven while I lay the bowls out, then I can serve the first dish into everyone’s bowls while you chop up the garlic bread fully? Then I put all the garlic bread in those baskets we bought while you take out the bowls? I need to get the salad out of the fridge as well.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Nico mused.

You just rolled your eyes fondly, passing him the oven mitts as you headed for the fridge. The plan sounded more like a military operation and you knew it – but it was better than having half a dozen bodies to dodge around.

Thankfully the two of you got all the food to the table without dropping anything, although PK did have to smack Dawson’s and Nate’s hands away from the garlic bread while you were still bringing dishes in, and when you finally sat down with your drink, you felt a small weight lift from your shoulders.

“Alright, we’ve got two giant pasta bakes with minced beef, grilled peppers, onions, and homemade tomato pasta sauce, a giant leafy salad with homemade dressing, and four big baguettes baked with homemade garlic butter for a very tasty garlic bread, if I do say so myself,”

“My god you’re amazing. I’ll say it again, Nico doesn’t deserve you,” Jonas grinned, making your cheeks heat up, Nico just laughing.

“Please, dig in. And help yourself to the second dish of pasta bake!”

~

“So tonight went well, yeah?”

Nico smiled broadly around his toothbrush in answer, making you giggle as toothpaste foam dripped into the sink. He laughed softly himself, spitting and rinsing his mouth & toothbrush before smiling properly at you.

“It went so well. I told you it would, no? The boys were gushing about how good your cooking is, and I know you know they appreciated all the effort,” Nico nodded.

“I just wanted everyone to have a good time, in our new home together,” you said simply, cheeks dusting with heat.

“Schätzli you were so xenial, so warm and welcoming, and I’m so lucky to have you in my life wanting to spend time with my friends like that,” Nico said softly, “So lucky.”

His sweet words sent a pleased warmth through your body, and you couldn’t help the smile that spread across your lips.

“I definitely wouldn’t mind doing it again, for special occasions,” you shrugged.

“You’re amazing,” he sighed happily, making you laugh and bat at his bicep.

Ridiculous man. Your ridiculous man though.

“Can’t have them getting too spoiled though. Especially the young guys,” he added.

You just laughed again, rolling your eyes. Whatever he wanted to do as Captain for team dynamics was up to him – if you could help by cooking every now and again then you would, but the rest of it you were staying out of. It was just better that way, for your sanity if nothing else.

“Jonas is the exception though, right?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Well duh,” he grinned.