#How to make meatballs soup

[familythings]

How to make the Traditional Meatballs Soup

Today I will share a special recipe. It is a traditional recipe from an area in the South of Albania, Gjirokastra. Meatballs’ Soup is very famous and more than two centuries old. It is known as the preferred soup of Ali Pasha Tepelena, an Albanian senior military commander and vizier during the Ottoman Empire period. Some legends say this soup was created in purpose for his taste. That’s why its…

[obstinaterixatrix]

I also really need to get back into cooking

[lowkeyren]

—my muse, my cure.

in which : both you and jiaoqiu are deeply concerned about each other's health but have an unconventional way of showing it.

pairing : jiaoqiu x gn!reader

wc 850, established relationship, 2.5 spoilers woops (but this isn't angst trust), also ib by an iconic line in 2.5 iykwim, art by @/Lianzi_ on x, reblogs r much appreciated!!!

how do we get a picky eater to eat green peppers?

being a picky eater isn't easy, especially when you have a sly fox like jiaoqiu in your kitchen.

you think you're safe when you see a simple, mouthwatering dish; but with him, there's always a catch. beneath the savoury aroma of perfectly cooked meatballs or the comforting warmth of a soup, he hides the things you avoid —finely diced peppers, a hint of spice, or icky vegetables you swore you’d never touch.

jiaoqiu doesn’t say a word, but the way his ears twitch gives him away. he watches with a subtle, knowing grin as you take a bite, waiting for you to realize what he’s done. though by the time you do notice, it’s already too late. despite your best efforts, the subtle icky flavour of green peppers have already permeated your taste buds.

“you didn’t even notice, did you?” he teases, his voice laced with mischief.

you shoot him a glare as you reluctantly finish the dish, the flavours blending together so seamlessly that you almost forget what you were trying to avoid in the first place. (seems like his culinary skills managed to win you over once again)

“that’s not very polite of you, doctor.” 

jiaoqiu’s smile widens at your response. “ah, come on now,” he says, feigning a hurt expression. “it's all in good fun. besides, you know those peppers are packed with vitamins. it’s good for you.”

you let out an exaggerated sigh, your irritation still simmering. “well, just because your dish turned out good, don’t think i’m letting you off the hook that easily,” you say, rolling your eyes, though a small smile tugs at the corners of your mouth.

jiaoqiu only chuckles at your response, clearly amused. “i see how it is,” his tone taking on a teasing lilt as he steps a little closer, “you best stay on your guard then, dearest.” 

“how do we get a picky eater to eat green peppers?” the answer is quite simple. chop the peppers and mix them with minced meat to make meatballs, allowing the meat’s flavor to mask the peppers so even your fussy spouse can enjoy them.

how do we get a stubborn doctor to drink his medicine?

being a doctor isn't easy, especially when you’re injured and your partner is more worried about your own health than you are.

“qiu’er, i’m back!” the sound of your voice instantly draws his attention, he turns his head in your direction, the subtle rustle of sheets accompanying his movement. the bed dips slightly under your weight as you settle beside him, the warmth of your presence soothing. “here, i brought you some tea,” you murmur. 

“careful, it’s hot.” you gently lift the cup to his lips, the steam rising and carrying with it the sweet, spiced scent of cinnamon —he immediately notices the strong overpowering smell right away.

ah… cinnamon? so you took his advice from years ago, but unfortunately a fox’s senses are sharper than most. 

his nose scrunches slightly as the liquid gently brushes against his lips. “spiked my tea with something, dearest?” you pause, setting the cup down with a soft clink. though just as you’re about to retort, his hand reaches out, searching for you with a gentle touch. his fingers graze your arm, then find your hand, which he clasps with a tender grip.

“cinnamon is excellent for masking strong odors and is even used to conceal the scent of poison... but you wouldn’t be so cruel to me, would you?” he remarks with a playful smile, though there’s an ironic edge to his words, given his current condition.

you let out an exasperated sigh, “you wouldn’t take your medicine, qiu’er. i never thought you’d be such a stubborn doctor.” 

he chuckles softly, the sound low and a little raspy. “stubborn? i prefer ‘selective.’” his grip on your hand tightening ever so slightly. “and i chose to have you as my doctor.” 

“if it means i get to be the one who takes care of you, then i’ll gladly accept that,” you reply, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. “now get some rest —doctor’s orders.” you help him settle back on the bed, careful not to accidentally press on his bandaged wounds, before gently pulling the sheets up to cover him.

you lean down to kiss the crown of his head, running your fingers through his hair in a soothing, rhythmic motion. “i’m only following your orders, baobei,” he mumbles softly, his words trailing off as he drifts into a peaceful sleep.

today the sun may blaze brightly in the sky, but its brilliance fades next to the warmth of your smile, a light that, though he may not be able to see, touches his heart more profoundly than the brightest day ever could.

how do we get a stubborn doctor to drink his medicine? easy. disguise it in a comforting cup of tea, masking the bitterness with cinnamon, so even he won’t notice until it’s too late. of course, your tricks never really fool him, but he lets you win anyway.

homeboy has been through so much

MASTERLIST.

[sunflower-lilac42]

𝘁𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗱 ; 𝘭𝘩43 ୨୧

➪ summary: luke is all but tired when him and jack arrive home from a game, but luckily for him, y/n's there to help

➪ warnings: the one rags v. devils game where everyone decided to fight, tired luke. broken plate, luke thinking reader and jack is mad at him, hate comments, jack thinking he's a shitty big brother

➪ word count: 1.8k

➪ file type: fic - reupload

➪ sunny's notes: literally crying because i decided to edit this, negative feelings, and chicken noodle soup all in a row. i chose violence, be glad i'm not uploading them three days in a row. this was rough. but no i actually like how this fic turned out so yeah

© sunflower-lilac42 ; do not copy, repost, or translate my work and designs on any other website or here

lh43 masterlist || nhl masterlist || new taglist || navigation

She had let herself into their apartment halfway through the second period. She had been watching from her dorm and when the first fight broke out, two seconds into the game, she knew the team was in for a wild night. As the game went on and they showed the bench and the players, she knew both her boyfriend and his brother were tired. 

That’s when she made the executive decision to “break in” to their apartment and make them dinner. She was grateful that their fridge was fully stocked and she didn’t have to run back out to the grocery store. She got to work quickly, making something easy but also filling for both of them. While spaghetti and meatballs weren’t any of their favorite meals, not that she was hungry anyway, she knew they would appreciate the effort nonetheless. 

When the game was over she sighed at the final score, after what they had been through tonight, they deserved the win. Worried about Luke and being one of only four defensemen on the ice, she looked to see how much time he was actually on the ice and was appalled when it read 32:49. She knew he had been tired these past few weeks, this team felt like it was on a never-ending cycle of bad luck. 

She was setting the plates down moments before they walked in the door, but when she was in the bathroom, that’s when she heard them. She heard the clatter of keys and shoes and walked out immediately. Luke was attempting to stand upright, slightly leaning on his older brother. Jack looked equally tired, attempting to support both him and Luke. 

She frowned as she made her way over to them, lightly grabbing onto Luke to lessen the weight on Jack’s body. He sighed in relief as he kicked his shoes off and made his way to sit down on the couch. Y/n stayed with Luke in the kitchen, walking him over to one of the chairs. With one hand she reached for his head and took the beanie he had been wearing off, using her other one to run her fingers through his damp curls. 

“Why don’t you go take a shower, both of you,” Jack whined from the couch while Luke just buried his head into her shoulder.

She felt like she could cry from the exhaustion they were displaying. She knew how they got, both of them. She had been dating Luke since their freshman year of high school. She knew the ins and outs of all three Hughes brothers if she was honest, never finding it weird or alarming. His family loved her, that she knew, but when Jack came home drunk one night and threw up on her shoes, she accepted her role in the family.

“Jack you first, come on.”

She continued running a hand through her boyfriend’s curls as she gazed at the older boy on the couch. He finally sat up, giving her an annoyed look, but she only rolled her eyes and pointed to the bathroom. She could keep Luke occupied for another 20 minutes, “Hi baby.”

Luke’s eyes were closed as his head laid on her shoulder, he mumbled something incoherently and he just sighed. She untangled her fingers from his hair and started to pull off his jacket, he whined at the loss of contact but allowed her to continue her actions. She took his jacket to his room and hung it up before walking back into the kitchen and checking on the pasta. 

Luke, despite being tired and his body being worn, he got up and made his way over to her in order to wrap his arms around her waist and dig his head into the crook of her neck, inhaling her fading scent. She smiled slightly, removing her one hand from the side of the pan to place on top of Luke’s, continuing to stir with the other. 

It was silent up until Jack came back, who plopped onto the chair his brother had previously sat in. She looked over at him and smiled, “Do you guys want to eat in the kitchen or in the living room? We could put a movie on?”

The two nodded and made their way over to the living room as she finished plating the food and bringing it over to them, placing the plates into their laps. They each let out simultaneous soft thank yous before eating. They chose a random movie and watched it as y/n cleaned the kitchen and finished doing some laundry that had been pushed to the side.  

She felt bad for both of them, both for different reasons but some the same. Mostly because of how the team was performing this year, the way that they couldn’t keep everyone off injured reserve. Yet, for Luke, it felt different. She felt more or less worried about him than bad for him. He had expectations to live up to, people to live up to, and she knew his mind all too well. She knew what he was thinking, that he wasn’t good enough.

And it wasn’t just him that thought that. They both knew about the tweets that were in response to people's comments under articles, the articles themselves about how Luke wasn’t as good as his brothers, wasn’t as good as he should be, wasn’t as good as people made him out to be. It was what Luke thought about the most.

There was clanging from the living room and then a crash. She immediately made her way out of the bedroom and looked in between Jack, who was still on the couch, the shattered plate on the floor, and Luke, who was standing in the hallway. His face looked conflicted but it morphed into one of fear and sadness. 

“Hey, hey, what happened?”

“I-” Luke couldn’t bring himself to talk, both terrified and still exhausted from the game. 

On the other hand, y/n’s face was calm and Jack’s face was sad with a hint of anger in his eyes. Anger towards John and Kevin for leaving the team with four defensemen, anger towards Travis for making Luke play that long, anger towards himself for not checking in on his brother enough, and anger towards the Rangers. 

“Luke, it’s okay. No one’s mad at you for dropping the plate.” Jack’s voice was soft as he stood up, slightly wobbling from his lack of balance. 

The younger boy only shook his head, reaching a hand out to lean against the wall. Y/n moved forward and wrapped her arms around Luke who then slowly sank to the ground. Her left hand was placed against his head, keeping it against her chest as her right arm wrapped around him. Luke started crying, soft sobs escaping his mouth.

She looked at Jack who took the hint to walk back into his bedroom. As soon as he left, Luke voiced his thoughts, “I’m tired. I’m so tired, y/n.”

The way his voice broke almost made her choke on a sob. She bit her lip to keep her tears at bay, refusing to let Luke know how she was feeling right now. She tangled her fingers in his hair, Luke allowing the movement to calm him down a little. His harsh sobs turned into soft sniffles in a matter of minutes. She was the only one who could soothe him like this besides his mom.

Lifting his head, he dug it back into the crook of her neck. She kissed his head and continued to run her fingers through his curls like she had done earlier, using her other hand to rub circles on his back. Ten minutes had passed and she looked over at the shattered glass a few feet away from her. Her legs had started to cramp from being in the position for so long and the added weight of Luke on them made it a little worse.

“How about you go take a shower while I clean the plate, okay?”

He pulled away from her and nodded his head slightly. She aided him in standing up and watched as he made his way to the bathroom to shower. Once the door closed, she made quick work of cleaning up the mess. After she was done, she went over and knocked on Jack’s bedroom door, “Hey.”

Jack snapped his head up in surprise, “Hi.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” 

“Jack, I’ve known you for 7 years. What’s wrong?” She sat on the edge of his bed, her hands underneath her. 

“I feel bad. I mean I was so excited for Luke to come to play with me but for some reason, I feel guilty. I don’t know. It just feels like I should do more for him. I didn’t want to bring up the comments, I see them too, you know.”

Her heart warmed at the words, at Jack being so worried about his little brother. She smiled a little before looking at him, “He loves you, Jack. More than you know. I cannot tell you the number of times he calls me and is like ‘Jack this’ and ‘Jack that’. You and Quinn are his idols, it’s hard to not notice that. He is so appreciative of you. And he knows there is nothing you can do about the comments that people make, it’s not your fault.”

Jack teared up a little but smiled at her, “Thank you.”

“Of course. Now come on, give me a hug.”

Jack leaned over from his spot on the bed and hugged her, “Can I say I love you or is that too weird?” 

“Considering, I am betting on you becoming my sister-in-law, it’s not weird. I love you too, y/n/n.”

She heard a door close from down the hall and she pulled away and waved goodbye to Jack, making her way to her boyfriend’s room. When she walked in, Luke was lying on his bed, cuddling a pillow on his phone. She smiled at him and walked over to sit down, “Hi baby.”

He looked up at her and for the first time that night, he smiled. He reached out for her and she made herself comfortable on the bed, Luke wrapping his arms around her. In that moment, Luke was so grateful for her and all that she had done for him not only tonight but in the past seven years. She had been there for him through everything and that meant the absolute world to him. 

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Luke. And I am so so so so proud of you for tonight.”

His smile was small but genuine, “Now go to bed.” 

She kissed his forehead and the two wasted no time in falling asleep.

𝗡𝗘𝗪 𝗝𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗘𝗬 𝗗𝗘𝗩𝗜𝗟𝗦 𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧 ୨୧

@blakesbearsblog @toasttt11 @chiblackhawks @prettyjoseph @nicole01-23 @auriesphantom @pucks-goals-penalties @dancerbailey3 @quinnylouhughesx43 @petite-potato4 @thehuggybearslover @absolutelyhugh3s @kei943 @dyslecticdutchman

© sunflower-lilac42 ; do not copy, repost, or translate my work and designs on any other website or here

[baohanhanesel]

Mom of the TF141

Mentioned: Simon Ghost Riley, John Soap Mactavish, Kyle Gaz Garrick, Captain John Price.

It was the fact you knew how to comfort each one of them. They loved some homemade goods after a bad mission. The freshly bandages wounds, aching pain and the headaches were best cured with homemade lentil soup and homemade meatballs with potatoes. You knew they didn't remember the last time they had a homemade meal. So you took the opportunity and comforted them with it.

Ghost liked to be silent while he ate the goods and after that he'd disappear to his room to rest for the day. You'd make sure to send him a bowl of the biscuits you baked so he has snacks to munch at night if he can't sleep.

Soap was the type of guy to talk everything out and you'd listen. You'd listen to him tell you about everything in his mind mission related or not. Most of the time it wouldn't be mission related, he would just want to move on quite fast. You'd sit across from him, see him down the second plate while he talked. He'd occasionally get tired of stuffing his mouth and talking so you had to do a bit of talking as well. "You say so?" "That sounds interesting." "Oh wow. I haven't seen you talk about that before!" "Johnny..." "What? For real? What happened after that?"

Gaz sometimes had tears in the corner of his eyes while he stuffed his mouth shut with a spoonful of lentil soup. He'd never let them fall, not before you gave him the flag to do so. "Kyle, it is fine. You are fine." You wouldn't mention his tears while he ate, or when he decided to talk to you about the mission and how it could have been successful. You could see he valued your words a lot. And that made you feel special, as special as you were for him.

Price was the grumpy type. He had the furrowed eyebrows until he started to eat. After he got that done, he'd soften a bit but you'd still notice the subtle anger in him. You knew at those times joking wasn't a way out, so you just gave his shoulders a pat. "You did everything you could have, John. You know you did." If he denied so, you'd hush him. "No talking back. Why don't you go lay down?" He wouldn't be against the idea if it came from you. He trusted you and the comfortable warmth your words made him feel was indescribable. He could never put a word on it.

It was the fact they all respected you a shit ton. A recruit badmouthing you or even talking to you as an equal? They were very quick to jump at them.

Ghost would glare at first, cursing them in his head for thinking they are your equal. They were not. They didn't have the right to think you were like the others in the base. You were much more important. You were a warmth he never thought that was left in this hellhole of a world. If they went as far as to insult you, he would threaten the recruit behind your back. Grabbing the back of their throat and whispering in a deadly tone. That they were nothing other than a piece of shit on the sidewalk and they would better remember their place before Ghost would teach them where it was. Every time without an exception you'd never see that recruit look into your eyes ever again.

Soap threw a dirty look, asking the recruit overwhelming tons of questions and humiliating them. If they thought they were your equal that was embarrassing. Soap would make them realize how embarrassing they were by asking questions. "Ohh name three times you calmed down an angry Captain after a 48 hour mission." "Name me one time you walked up to Ghost and got him to talk." If they insulted you, it was nothing but a fist straight into their face. No warnings. Nothing. Just a good punch. After that? That recruit wouldn't be seen anywhere within your eye range.

Gaz would openly say they were stupid for thinking of themselves as your equal. He would give them many reasons why they are not. When he witnessed someone insulting you? He rolled his sleeves and prepared his fists but never got to attack the recruit before they ran away. Gaz didn't waste his time tracking the fucker down. He would have. If you hadn't stopped him and told him the recruit was just a rookie.

Price would lecture the recruits. "This woman right here saw more blood than any of you did. She saw more dead bodies than more people you got to know in your pathetic lives." There was no stopping him if he started his lecture already. He wouldn't stop without seeing the shame on the soldier's faces. You would try stopping him though, even if you knew he wouldn't. When would you not try? When he heard you get insulted by someone. That was off limits for you because you knew he saw red when it happened. He'd get very scary with the strict voice and if necessary a collar grab. He'd only calm down after seeing tears in the recruit's eyes or hear their babbles of apologies. If he could fire soldiers for disrespecting you, he would. But he was a smart man and instead of giving up on a lost cause he'd just bend them into manners with more force.

It was the time you called them your boys. It was a calm evening and they had made you so happy, talking and joking peacefully with each other. Seeing them so good and well mannered with one another had made you so happy back then you called them your boys. "I am so happy my boys are so good with one another. Wouldn't change anything for your team bond."

Ghost paused, looking at you in disbelief. He felt a huge crash in his heart and a huge smile on his face matching it. He didn't remember the last time he got this emotional over being mentioned before. He was a grown man, for fuck's sake. He didn't say anything and only kept joking around with the way you said it. Your phrase made him realize that he was one of your boys indeed and that he has been seeing you as his mother figure.

Soap laughed so damn loudly. "Yeah? Seeing our lady happy makes me damn happy." He would get next to you and hug you. As much as he tried to seem he was cool and he totally wasn't affected with the way you called them your boys he was affected horribly. He was so damn happy that you saw him as your boy. He had made peace with the idea in his head before, the idea that you were a mother figure for him. So hearing you say that so casually made him feel like a little child.

Gaz felt his cheeks flush. He was embarrassed. He didn't think hearing that from you could get him this embarrassed, but it had. He wanted to hear you say it again but he would rather dig himself a hole than to ask that of you. He already had a hard time not calling you mom, you were making it very hard for him to not make that mistake. Granted if he accidentally called you mom, he'd disappear for a few days to process what he just did.

Price smiled lovingly. Looking you in the eyes with admiration in them. He admired you so much. You were a brave motherly woman and for him you meant a lot. Hearing you say "My boys" got him so happy you had no idea. He had always seen this team as a family, and you not speaking otherwise gave him the flag to freely call you "mom" even as a joke. You'd take the joke well, that much he knew it. He thought of you as a comforting mother since the day you got close with him. Your smile, your words and your pats on the shoulder. You made him want to cry because of how comfortable you made him feel.

[k-martins]

When I think about itfs, love languages and itfs love languages, I imagine something like:

Yuji obviously being someone who shows his affection through words of affirmation. He praises his friends and teachers a lot in the manga/anime from what I've noticed, so maybe it's a proven fact (I digress, anyway). So, when ITFS begins their romance, Yuji constantly says how "amazing" and "smart" Megumi is, how "beautiful", "kind", "adorable" and "STRONG" his boyfriend is. And of course, Megs always blushes and tells Yuji to shut up, which only makes Itadori smile even more and plant a kiss on Megumi's still red cheek. (I just AKSJSKSJKSANSK they look adorable in my head)

I think he would also fit into acts of service, as he is quite selfless and sincerely cares about others around him. This would become clearer after the canon (whatever happens), with Yuji taking care of Megumi and always being willing to help him with something, to the point that Megs has to just pull Yuji's hand to do so if sit/lay down next to you and simply REST. So when Yuji was trying to escape Megumi's grip, Megs would just mumble "The soup can wait, I just want YOU now" and Yuji would melt into that hug, because FOR THE SAKE OF GOD, MEGUMI IS HUGGING HIM!!!!

Look, this is going to sound a little ironic, but I think Megumi would be the PHYSICAL AFFECTION type! Except he doesn't know how to ask or show it, lol, but Megs definitely likes to be hugged by those he loves and hides it very well through a neutral expression. Then, when he gets comfortable enough to reciprocate and start cuddling (and also because being in pain for a whole month has made him more touch-hungry), he hugs Yuji at random times of the day, holds his hand when they're just relaxing together, if keeps close in the midst of crowds and affectionate and chaste kisses. (Megs needs kisses and hugs, please give them to him)

I think quality time also suits him. Megumi seems like the guy who would complain about an impromptu movie night, but would be a few minutes early with a bag of snacks and blankets to wrap up in. He may not even pay attention to the film, but he will try to follow the plot at all times to have a conversation with Yuji about the plot. Cooking together is also on the list, as Megumi really enjoys listening to Yuji chatter or the peace of being in comfortable silence as they work together to prepare meatballs.

In fact, I think the two share the same love languages and that's why they get along so well.

In the end, I'm just rambling. I miss them so much :')

[tmntheadcanons]

tmnt 2003 headcanons: cooking

Leo:

Bless his heart it's the thought that counts

Mikey thinks he was cursed by the vengeful ghost of a scorned chef because if he is even in the kitchen something will go wrong

And not only that but he will somehow destroy every utensil he touches like those non-stick pans? unrecognizable once he's done

And he'll burn everything

Lowkey it's because he gets impatient and turns the heat up all the way and scorches whatever he's making

And when he's cooking he'll be following the recipe and he'll just decide that something isn't important cause he doesn't know what it is

Or he'll try to guess what it is and that's even worse

he'll be like oh cream of tartar? That's just coffee cream and tartar sauce

He's happy to help but never trust him it's a trap

Here is a list of things Leo successfully can cook: cereal, canned soup and maybe toast on a good day

He's on dishes duty

Raph:

Actually surprisingly functional considering it's Raph

His cooking can be a little sloppy and it might not look very nice but it'll taste good

He's got a handful of recipes he knows how to make pretty well and for everything else he can probably figure it out

But Raph's recipes would be stuff that's pretty basic but very homey like chili, chicken noodle soup or like spaghetti and meatballs

At the farmhouse he likes to bbq like a middle aged dad

But Raph's problem is that he makes like triple the amount of food they actually need because go big or go home

And he cries when he cuts onions and not even like a little teary eyed like full on crying

Donnie:

He's just barely passing a C- at best

Donnie's problem is that he also doesn't follow the recipe because he thinks he knows better

and he doesn't

He's like oh cooking is just science and he treats it like his own little chemistry project

Like he'll make soup and treat it like he's making a potion

He's better than Leo because if he's supervised he can probably pull it off but if left to his own devices he will grab a flamethrower from his lab and be like this will be perfect to broil my nachos

With donnie's cooking it might be okay but there's also like a 20% chance it's poison

But also Donnie has no taste and would probably be content eating saltine crackers for the rest of his life

And he rarely cooks he does a lot around the house so he's rarely given cooking duty

Mikey:

He's the turtle version of remy from ratatouille he's a dreamer

Mikey likes to experiment with recipes and he has a taste for it so he likes to play around with different flavor combinations

And he'll follow recipes the first time he makes something but he can usually just eyeball proportions unless it something advanced

But he's an excellent cook of course and does the majority of the cooking

But he actually likes cooking and it's kind of like his love language

if they order take out and someone is like oh this is good mikey will recreate the recipe for them

And if someone's sick or upset Mikey will make their fav

And he makes his own pizzas

He generally likes everything Mikey isn't a picky eater he likes fancy dinners but he also likes 12 dollar cold left over pizza from dominos

Every time he eats his own cooking he says compliments to the chef

[morpheus-somnium]

Hungarian food headcanons [Skyrim]

As a Hungarian person, I am going to tell you what kind of Hungarian food would exist in the lands of Skyrim

[I am aware that these foods might and probably exist in a lot of other cultures, I'm just saying that they are also part of the Hungarian cuisine!]

[Most pictures are either from Wikipedia pages or Google!]

Chicken stew, aka csirkepörkölt

This food inspired the post, because i was eating it while writing the draft. It is so good.

You need chicken, grease, water, spices and either pasta or some kind of főzelék (see down) to eat it with.

It's pretty easy to make, and it tastes good, so not only adventurers make it, but it's also a popular food at inns.

Főzelék

This is a vegetable soup-stew-pottage thingie. It looks like you mashed said vegetables into baby food and then stirred it into this weird stuff. You can eat it with any kind of meat, I guess. You make meatballs or sausage to pair it with.

This is a very controversial food; I, for example, only like potato főzelék that my mom makes.

I think most Skyrim residents eat it because they don't have anything else to eat?

Adventurers eat it, for sure. It's kinda easy to make (other than a special kind of stirring with flour?) and only needs a few ingredients, and you can eat it alone, too.

Túró rudi (Curd snack?)

Cottage cheese in chocolate that is usually filled with some kind of jam. Stay with me. You might think that it sounds weird. It is. But it tastes so good!! It is sweet, and cold.

You might buy it from vendors in the city because it would melt or rot away quickly. The children of Skyrim love this snack!! Or anyone who loves sweets. I think mostly colder regions would eat this? Like Dawnstar, Winterhold, Windhelm

Rakott krumpli (Potato casserole?)

You make it when you have time because it requires an oven and a bit of preparation. But your followers would LOVE it. Everyone I know loves it? So I guess the residents of Skyrim would love it as well. You would walk into 3 random homes, and you would find at least one family or person eating it.

It would also keep you warm:)

Goulash, aka gulyás

This a pretty basic one?

I think a lot of people have heard about it before

Mostly hunters and adventurers would make it, in a small amount, at night.

BUT people would also make it at festivals or before them (we have city days in Hungary, and I guess the nation that were in the SU at one point? Or at least that's what I've read. So on these city days we used to make goulash in the garden when waiting for guests and I can kinda see it happening in Whiterun)

Dobos torte, aka dobostorta

I am not a baker, so I don't know how hard it is to make this, but! Skyrim bakers would totally make it.

This is the cake served at Victoria Vitti's wedding. 💯. Believe me. Please.

It has caramelized pieces at the top and they are so good to crunch.

Spritzer, aka Fröccs

This is wine with carbonated water

You might think that only poor people would drink this, but no. There are people here (and in Skyrim) that drink this instead of water. 😭

So average nords would drink this instead of water. They wake up, spritzer. They need to eat, drink, swallow medicine, spritzer. They have a headache, spritzer.

Crepe, aka palacsinta

A lot of European countries have this type of pancake! So not only Skyrim but the majority of Tamriel would make it.

It is pretty easy to make, so if you and your followers crave something sweet for dinner, you would make it.

those dwemer pans are literally made for them.

You could use either some jam or some kind of chocolate cream to spread on it.

But!! Some places would have salty or sour crepes? Like a potato-filled one!

Fisherman's soup, aka halászlé

My sibling absolutely loves this soup; they eat it almost every time we are at some kind of restaurant.

You need like fish, onion and paprika.

So the slaughterfishes better be prepared when someone hungry is near the water, because their slaughtering ass will be cooked.

[wowa-bublord]

i mean this so so positively i just can't think of different descriptors but i LOVE!!!! how much you embrace and explore like. the grimy and rough and poorly socialized dog who protects the chosen people to the most horrible death aspects of zack. i am a fluff enjoyer but it gives me soooooooo much to eat when you're getting elbow deep in the """"not so fun""""" parts of zacks character!!!!!! thoughts i am not prone to!!!! spicy meatball!!!!! i like when i see people talking abt stuff i just never connected- like just how did zack keep himself and cloud alive on the run for a year when cloud was too souped!!!!!! sorry for all the exclamation points i get so jazzed seeing stuff that i don't pick up on and get to make the little zack in my brain even MORE ready to asplode in the microwave <3

!!!!! THANK YOU!!!!!! These grimy parts of Zack are my favorite because I feel like theyre touched on the least in the game, with most of his time on the run being very skipped over in crisis core haha. It's constantly making my brain exploddeeee. Zack "I don't like killing people" Fair dying in a blood bath THAT ISN'T THAT UNLIKE SEPHIROTHS OWN DEATH IN NIBELHEIM. Both being pushed to their limits by Shinra, undergoing years of torture by Hojo, making a final stand where they dedicate their final moments to taking down as many others as they can to free the one they care most about (Sephiroth with Jenova, Zack with Cloud)... To a certain extent it continues post-death, in that Sephiroth is reborn as an face of Jenova, and Zack exists in the game as clouds memories/mind. IT DRIVES ME CRAZYYYY. Oops I used this ask as an excuse to ramble AGGAHBFGHDJ SORRY

[cupcraft]

Im trying to learn to cook, do you have any good recipes for a complete beginner?

Hello anon I am going to link you my fav easy recipes that I've bookmarked over the years. You can also modify these easily for dietary restrictions (use other meat/vegan meat. Use coconut milk/cream instead of heavy cream. etc.). Also add things that make stuff easier for you too like instant rice/pasta!

Turkey meatballs

How to use crockpot/slowcooker drippings to make gravy

Sesame Garlic Pan Fried Tofu

Bison Chili (can use other ground meats & also use a slow cooker btw I've done it)

One pan baked fish & potatoes

Spaghetti Aglio e Olio

Easy chicken marinades

Parm crusted Tilapia

Roast chickpea cous cous bowl

Shrimp & Grits

Ricotta lemon spinach pasta

Super crispy tofu

Shrimp Scampi

Cheeseburger soup

Garlic & Butter shrimp (can server over many easy sides!)

Japanese Curry with Roux Cubes (you can buy any roux cube you like this guide helps you make the curries!)

Slowcooker/crockpot chuck roast

Coconut tofu curry (ive also made this with chicken!)

Cheddar Rosemary Scones (ive also replaced the rosemary with chives before to great success!)

Shepard's Pie (you can also use instant mashed potatoes to make this a lot easier!)

Roasted potatoes

[randomprose]

// part 3 of platonic itafushikugi. set after the kyoto goodwill school event//

i. the one where nobara and megumi cope | ii. the one about yuuji

In the days concluding the Kyoto Sister-School Goodwill Event, Nobara and Yuuji had camped in the infirmary beside a bed-ridden Megumi until Shoko declared him clear of all the residue of the cursed buds that special grade curse planted in him and promptly kicked them all out. 

They insisted on hanging out in Megumi’s room after that, even taking all their meals together by his bedside.

Nobara and Yuuji enter his room each carrying breakfast trays with bowls of food. Nobara’s has two bowls of gyudon over rice, two bowls of miso soup, and a plate of meatballs which she puts down on the floor as she sits down. Yuuji puts his tray over at Megumi’s lap and the latter frowns when he sees it only has a bowl of clear soup and a plate of cut-up fruits on the side.

“The pizza last time might have been a bad idea,” Yuuji sheepishly says as he sits down in front of Nobara who’s already dug in.

Megumi makes an annoyed noise but doesn’t contest. He did end up throwing up later in the day after that box of pizza.

“Ieri-san said you no greasy food and nothing too heavy for a week.”

“Yeah, yeah. I get it.” Megumi grumbles as he brings the bowl to his lip, sipping at the broth miserably. 

Yuuji tells him it’s bone broth. It’s not bad. It’s quite good even. Just the right amount of flavor even without meat and just a couple of sliced vegetables. Yuuji is a decent cook and Megumi has yet to eat anything bad he’s made. It’s just that…his mouth is looking for something more as he looks down and sees Nobara pick up a meatball with her chopsticks.

“Hey, is that—”

“Not for you and yes it’s Itadori’s ginger meatballs,” Nobara cuts Megumi off and is unaffected by the following scowl. “You can have a bit of rice but that’s it. No meat for you yet.”

“Tch. You didn’t even help make these. Who made you in charge?”

“Hey!” Nobara points her chopsticks menacingly at Megumi. “I helped!”

“Bringing the food here doesn’t count.”

“I cut up the fruits!”

“Oh, yeah. Big help.”

“Alright then, tough guy. I’ll do the cooking next time. See how you like it.”

“That’s—” Megumi deflates, remembering the last time Nobara was in charge of dinner. “Right. Sorry. Don’t do the cooking ever.”

“That’s what I thought, you—hey!” Nobara flicks a grain of rice at Megumi. “What’s wrong with my cooking?!”

Nobara and Megumi argue throughout dinner while Yuuji laughs, glad that he isn’t the one involved in the argument and genuinely finding his friends’ verbal sparring hilarious. Nobara ends up caving towards the end of it and granting Megumi half of a meatball. She thinks his small, content smile while he chews on the bit of meat is a good consolation and reminds herself to make him take a stomach pill before bed.

Megumi attempts to get up and help with the clean up but Yuuji gently pushes him down.

“What are you doing, moron?” Nobara scolds him as she stacks up the bowls. “Don’t worry about it. We got this. Just stay right there and don’t move.”

“Sorry, Fushiguro. Doctor’s orders and honestly I’m kinda scared of Ieri-san.”

Megumi doesn’t hide the displease on his face and his tone when he says, “I’m not an invalid.”

“Well, you kinda are right now. So.” She shrugs. “Just do as we say and don’t get in our way. At the rate we’re going, you’ll find a way to repay one of us sooner or later.”

This practice of not letting Megumi do anything continues. Yuuji and Nobara are practically at his every beck and call, albeit very reluctantly and outwardly annoyed on the latter’s part, even for the simplest things like getting the TV remote or handing him his phone after it finished charging. And for someone who’s used to doing everything practically on his own since he was a child, it’s just about driving Megumi up the wall and near insanity. They only finally let up on him when he bursts out after Yuuji tries helping him go to the toilet.

“I can fucking pee on my own, Itadori!”

Yuuji’s hands are frozen to where he is moving to help Megumi up. His hands drop to his sides with a deflated “Oh. Right. Sorry.” and Megumi soldiers through the guilt of blowing up on his friend’s face who he knows only has the best of intentions.

Megumi throws his feet over the bed and just barely keeps from wincing at the sharp pain that shoots to his sides. He braces a hand against his bedside table, white-knuckling the edge, as he psyches himself to stand up. When he does, un unbearable pain flares up in his torso and he stumbles back to his bed with a gasp and a shiver as his body breaks out in cold sweat.

Nobara, who’s standing by the side watching the scene unfold, has finally had it and lets out an annoyed ‘tch’. 

“Itadori,” she calls out to the boy hovering unsure by the bed and looking helplessly at Megumi. “Help him up.”

“I said I can—”

“Listen, dipshit. The sooner you recover, the sooner you can get us out of your hair,” she says, leveling Megumi with her meanest glare. “Now, do as we say and just be grateful you have two wonderful friends taking care of you.” 

“Fushiguro?” Yuuji calls out, still hesitant. “Can I…?”

Megumi doesn’t answer for a bit as he catches his breath and lets the pain slowly subside. It’s silent except for his heaving breaths while Yuuji and Nobara just hover at the side. 

“You’re right,” he sighs after a while, sounding resigned. “I…I’m sorry. I am grateful. Really, I am. It’s just—I…” He seems to struggle for a bit, trying to find his words before he settles with a quiet, “Thanks.” 

“Hm? What’s that? I don’t think we heard you.” Nobara teases, cupping a hand over her ear. “Right, Itadori?” 

“Yeah, we didn’t quite catch that, dude. The cicadas are really loud tonight. Say that again?”

Megumi, still half lying down, turns his head to glare at them. “You guys suck. Get out of my room.” His glare eases up when he remembers that he still has to pee. “Right after Itadori helps me to the bathroom.”

--

For some reason, there’s an unspoken rule that Nobara is in charge of cleaning and changing Megumi’s bandage, and once, in a rare act of charity, she offers to wash his hair.

Megumi agrees and lets her if only because he’s already feeling really gross and bothered by how long he hasn’t washed his hair since he can’t take a shower lest he wets his bandages. 

With Yuuji’s help, they get him settled over his sink. Someone has the foresight to put a rolled-up towel by the sink’s edge so Megumi’s nape has something to rest on instead of directly on the cold hard porcelain. 

Nobara makes a face at the 3-in-1 drugstore shampoo she discovers Megumi uses and promptly decides that will not do. She leaves Megumi, head tilted back with his hair under the running tap, and returns with two bottles.

“Listen, I normally don’t like to share my products because they’re expensive but I’ll make an exception just this once.” She puts the bottles by the sink and pops open the cap in one of them. “Sakura scent, okay? You’re not allergic or anything?”

“No, it’s fine, but what’s wrong with my shampoo?”

“Fushiguro, you use the cheap 3-in-1 drugstore kind,” Nobara says in a tone that implies something is very wrong with that. “What, do you also use it as a body wash?”

“Well.” Megumi looks at Nobara like the answer is obvious. “Yeah.” 

“Dude,” Yuuji says with the same horrified look Nobara is giving Megumi. “Why do you hate yourself?”

“Damn.” Why did I think Gojo-sensei raised you better than this.”

“What? It’s economical!” Megumi reasons, sounding defensive when even Yuuji comments on it. “And it was on sale!”

“Man, at least get a proper conditioner.”

“Shut up, Itadori. As if you don’t buy your toiletries at the sale bin.”

“Excuse you! I take my hair care very seriously! How do you think I keep my hair healthy after consistently dying it?” Yuuji jumps to his defense. “Plus! It’s strawberry-scented! Sometimes peach. To match the color to the smell. Also because I like smelling fruity.”

“Yeah, you’re fruity alright.” Nobara snickers which pries a chuckle out of Megumi as well. “But good job on that, Itadori. I’m actually kind of proud of you right now.”

“Thank you.”

Nobara’s hands are thorough as they card through Megumi’s head with her Sakura-scented shampoo—which Megumi will admit does smell way better than his ‘sporty aquatic aroma with clean citrus notes, underlined with warm woods and musk’ and whatever masculine bullshit scent was listed on it shampoo. He fingers massages his scalp with short trimmed nails lightly scratching at it in a way that has Megumi closing his eyes for reasons other than to not get the suds on his eyes. That coupled with her and Yuuji’s low conversing voice and the sound of running water as she rinses his hair to apply conditioner next is enough to lull Megumi to a half sleep.

A couple more minutes later, Megumi feels a light tap on the side of his face and he slowly blinks his eyes open. Nobara tells him she’s done and doesn’t comment on his dazed eyes as they help him sit up so Yuuji can towel dry his hair. 

Megumi fully wakes when Nobara and Yuuji laugh themselves to tears at his wet look, and then again at his towel-dried hair, before Nobara finally blow-dried it for him—at which point they realize Megumi’s hair just spikes up naturally and is not at all the work of hair gel or any hair products. 

Yuuji and Nobara laugh about it until they are wheezing and bent by the waist. Megumi sat through it annoyed and scowling at first before finally deciding that, yeah, it is a little funny.

--

“You didn’t see him, Kugisaki. I—the plants they—” Yuuji heaves a shaky sigh as he goes to turn on the rice cooker. “They were coming out of Fushiguro in thick stems. It was like he was stabbed by multiple swords if the blades had vicious flower buds in them. It was like straight out of a gory nature horror movie.”

“Stuff of nightmares, huh?” Nobara comments, remembering how Megumi talked about seeing Sukuna ripping Yuuji’s heart and Yuuji plopping lifeless right in front of him. “You guys really have seen each other at your worst, huh?” 

Worst so far.

Yuuji chuckles humorlessly. “I guess you could say that.”

Nobara hums. “Hm. Must be cursed energy residue of those plants. I’ll ask Ieri-san about it.” 

She sends Shoko a text and gets confirmation that she’s right. Shoko assures her it’s nothing serious and perfectly normal. In fact, it’s good that his body is dispelling it, and tells her to just make sure he doesn’t hurt himself in the process. Nobara tells this to Yuuji and expresses her annoyance at Megumi still refusing to ask for help.

“Yeah, well,” Yuuji shrugs as he stirs the pot of miso soup. “That’s Megumi.”

“He’s an idiot is what he is,” Nobara grits, clutching her phone thoughtfully. “Alright. That’s it. We’re sleeping in his room tonight. I’ll take the wall and you take the edge of the bed just in case.”

“Just in case what?”

“Just in case he needs to barf in the middle of the night, you can guide him to the bathroom.”

“What? Why me?!”

“Because I don’t want cursed energy puke on me.” 

“And you think I want it on me?!” 

“You literally have the King of Curses inside you. You’ll be fine.” 

“That doesn’t even make sense! I don’t want cursed guts on me either! It’ll be a bitch and a half to get out!” 

“Rock, Paper, Scissors?”

“Best of three. Let’s go.”

(Yuuji loses three out of three and proposes a best of five. He still loses.)

--

Nobara crosses over to the boys’ dormitory with her laptop, a pillow, and a blanket. She was about to knock in Yuuji’s room when she hears his voice from Megumi’s room and decides to go straight there instead. 

“Knock, knock. I’m coming in,” she says to announce her presence before closing the door behind her. She walks to Megumi’s bed and dumps her pillow and blanket on the space by the wall. “I’m sleeping here tonight, but let’s watch a movie first.”

“Wha—”

“Hey, no fair!” Yuuji protests from where he’s sprawled on the floor by Megumi’s bed surrounded by manga and some other shounen magazines. “I wanna sleep here too!”

“Oi! What’s with this? I never said—”

Megumi’s protests fall on deaf ears as Yuuji rushes to get his own set of pillows and blanket while Nobara scrolls through their shared Netflix account. There’s a scowl on Megumi’s face when Yuuji gets back and positions his pillow on Megumi’s other side by the edge of the bed.

“Scooch over a little, man. My ass is hanging off the edge.”

“That’s because this bed is not meant to fit three people!”

“Shut up and get comfortable already. I’m gonna start the movie!”

“Pray tell, Kugisaki, how we’re gonna get comfortable in a twin-size bed.”

“Tch. You’re such a whiner. Here.” Nobara perches the laptop on Megumi’s lap. She maneuvers herself on her side as she gently tugs Megumi closer to her leaning her head on his arm while Yuuji mirrors her position at Megumi’s other side, both mindful of their friend’s injury. “Everyone comfortable? Yes. Okay. I’m pressing play.”

“Why does it have to be in my bed?” Megumi grumbles settling down as well, apparently resigned by the fact his stupid friends will be invading his space for the night. “Why couldn’t we just watch in the common room?”

“Because, dumbass, moving you there and back here will just be too much trouble and we’ll probably fall asleep halfway anyway so might as well just watch it here.”

“Tch. What are we even watching anyway?” 

“March of the Penguins.”

“...Fine.”

“Man, you’re so easy.” Nobara snickers along with Yuuji.

“Shut up and press play already or I’ll kick you both out.”

Nobara falls asleep not even halfway through the documentary while Yuuji makes it until a quarter of it. Megumi silently shuts off the laptop when it’s finished but it still startles both Nobara and Yuuji awake.

“Oh, you guys finished it?”

“I finished it. You guys fell asleep halfway through.”

“Hey, I lasted longer than Kugisaki.”

“Whatever.” Megumi rolls his eyes, but it’s extremely fond. Why bother watching a documentary if they’re just going to sleep right through it? Idiots the two of them. Megumi’s extremely considerate idiots. “Thanks.”

Yuuji takes the laptop and stands to put it away on Megumi’s study table and turns off the light, replying a half-hearted “Yes, yes” to Nobara’s threats of skinning him alive if he drops it. Megumi already has his eyes closed and is breathing evenly when he settles back in bed. Yuuji watches the steady rise and fall of his chest. When he snakes an arm over Megumi’s body to rest on his torso, his hand brushes against Nobara’s hand already there.

Across Megumi, he meets Nobara’s eyes. She’s using Megumi’s arm as a pillow, her cheek squished against his shoulder. Her hand shifts to squeeze his under the blanket and Yuuji is reminded of their conversation over dinner prep.

Nobara mouths, ‘He’s fine. Stop worrying. Go back to sleep.’ and Yuuji was about to reply when Megumi speaks. 

“I can hear you guys.”

“Wha—we weren’t even saying anything.”

“I can just tell you’re talking.” 

“Wow, Fushiguro. Are you an ESP too or something? Is that another curse technique of yours? Another family lineage or some shit? Wow. You really are a prodigy.”

“Shut up, Kugusaki. You’re literally using me as a pillow. I felt your mouth move. You guys are noisy even when you’re trying to be quiet.”

“Careful, Fushiguro. My hands are over your injury, you know.”

“You wouldn’t. You’re above hurting the injured.”

“Am I?”

“You’ll have to redo the bandages.”

“Fine. I won’t pinch you then.”

“How merciful.”

It’s silent then. Nobara and Yuuji’s hands are still intertwined above Megumi’s bandaged torso.

“Itadori said you’ve been puking.”

Nobara feels Megumi’s chest heave and his mouth open to spout his denials before she cuts him off.

“Don’t lie. He said he heard you.”

“I’m literally right next door, dude. And the walls aren’t that thick.” 

Megumi makes an offended noise and tries to shoot Yuuji a betrayed look.

“What? I heard you retching bad! You didn’t expect me to not tell Kugisaki and do something about it, did you?!”

“I asked Ieri-sensei about it. It’s nothing serious. Says it’s actually good that you’re body is getting rid of the excess cursed energy. Just…” Nobara sighs. Her hand untangles from Yuuji and moves up to lightly pinch Megumi’s cheek before giving it an affectionate tap. Megumi’s getting sleepy enough to not react to it. “Just ask for help next time, alright? Or at least let Itadori know since he’s closest. It’d be embarrassing for you to die choking on your own puke after surviving a special-grade curse.”

“Not to mention disgusting,” Yuuji adds, shifting closer and resting his head on Megumi’s other shoulder. 

“Do you really want ‘choked on his own sick’ written on your death certificate? That would be so lame even for you, Fushiguro.”

“Plus, I’m pretty sure Gojo-sensei will never let you live it down.”

“Fuck.” Megumi breathes out. “Fuck. Fine, I get it. You’re right.”

“It’s good that you finally see our point.” Nobara’s hand doesn’t leave Megumi’s face and in his groggy state, he leans into her touch. It’s uncharacteristically cute that she finds her lips quirking at the corners “So, quit being stubborn already, okay?”

“‘Kay.”

Nobara makes a contented hum while Yuuji hides his grin pressed against the sleeve of Fushiguro’s sleep shirt.

“Alright. Let’s sleep. Good night, you two.”

“Good night!”

Megumi only manages to mumble a half-slurred “g’night”, already halfway to sleep as he’s lulled by the warmth of his friends by his side and the low timbre of their voices reminding him he’s loved and safe.

[prisonhannibal]

living with a person who loves cooking and went to school for it and worked as a cook for years is funny when I grew up eating pre made lasagna from the grocery store. she’ll be like “what should we have for dinner” and I’m like hmmm. tomato soup from the grocery store. and she’s like no. and suggests a dish i’ve never heard of in my life. at this point I say spaghetti and meatballs every time because she hates when I say that and it’s basically an inside joke now. she’s like I am not making spaghetti and meatballs, stop it. how about (fancy pasta). and it’s always so good

[morgana96]

My Oddly Specific FFXIV Cooking Headcanons

Morgana (my WoL): A master culinarian and hardcore gourmet. Her father is also an accomplished chef from whom she gained most of her experience. People have literally had "Ratatouille moments" while eating her food.

Haurchefant: A decent cook who's been improving recently thanks to tips he got from Morgana. But honestly, his real specialty is beverages — he makes the best hot cocoa in Coerthas, as well as several other drinks and cocktails.

Alphinaud: A reformed rich kid™ who can't cook to save his life. He's quite embarrassed to have gone this long without knowing how to even make simple meals. But recently, he's started taking occasional lessons from Morgana in an attempt to improve.

Alisaie: Another reformed rich kid™ who can't cook to save her life. She's also very embarrassed about it and is now taking lessons with Morgana, but she's managed to turn it into a race with Alphinaud to see who's first to make something edible.

Thancred: Technically a better cook than Alphinaud and Alisaie. He mainly knows bare minimum recipes from growing up on Limsa's streets, and he's not very good at seasoning food. He actually got motivated to improve a little while taking care of Ryne.

Urianger: Actually alright at cooking, but his tastes can be EXTREMELY weird. He'll make a perfectly normal meal one day, but then the next day he'll make one of those unhinged recipes you'd find in a vintage 70's cookbook.

Moenbryda: Not the best chef in the realm, but way better than Thancred and the twins. If she practices a recipe enough, she'll eventually get the hang of it — much like when she taught herself how to make cockatrice meatballs for Urianger.

Y'shtola: Got banned from Matoya's kitchen as a child and hasn't been seen cooking since. She also refuses to elaborate on what exactly she did to get herself banned.

G'raha: Has specific dishes he's good at making, but is well aware that he can't bake for shit. Ask him for a sandwich and he'll make you one with just the right amount of each ingredient. Ask him for a cake or a batch of cookies and the kitchen's at risk of going up in flames.

Tataru: A very talented culinarian. She and Morgana love to make food together — especially baked goods and sweets to share with their friends and Scion colleagues.

Krile: Doesn't cook much, but she's not too bad at it. She's memorized a handful of good recipes that she used to enjoy with her grandfather and other Students of Baldesion.

Estinien: People who don't know him well jump to the conclusion that he can't cook at all. But he's actually quite competent, especially compared to several other Scions. He learned from childhood how to build a fire and cook over an open flame, and while his skills in the kitchen aren't perfect, he can follow a recipe and make something at least decent.

Ysayle: Thinks she's not a very good cook, but actually isn't that bad. She was genuinely surprised when her soup was complimented during the journey to speak with Hraesvelgr, and once she gets a new start with the Scions, she asks Morgana to help her recreate some recipes her family used to make before the Calamity.

[delilahcalicocat]

★~My Forever~★

{Rating: holy f*ck that's alot of Fluff}

{Warnings: Fem!Reader, Reader owns a Cat named (Whatever you'd like, so it'll be titled as "C/N (Cat Name)" just so you know!), Swearing, Anxious Cody, Nightmares, Comfort, Kissing, Crying.}

{Pairing: Dashing Cody Rhodes x Fem!Reader}

{Summary: Cody Drifts into a dream at his desk that terrifies him to the bone and he thinks his worst fear has happened when he awakens to silence in the entire house}

[Y/N's POV:]

It was Noon, Cody was Busy in his office and C/N was asleep, I was superrrrrrrrr boreddddddd, so I figured while C/N was napping and Cody was Busy. I'd go get some stuff for dinner.

I grabbed my keys and headed towards my car, I got in and started driving to the store.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~❤️~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

When I arrived at the store, I thought about what Me and Cody could have for dinner. I thought about hoagies, Steak, Chicken, Pork, Soup, Spaghetti, Pizza, Burgers, Ham. Fuck, even eggs.

I settled on Spaghetti with Meatballs, so I began to pick up all the ingredients I needed for this dinner.

I figured Cody would also like that one cheese I buy, so I picked that up too!

——————————🍄——————————

[Cody's POV:]

I kept a eye on the clock, but eventually after sixteen pages of writing. I fell asleep at my desk, how unprofessional.

[The Dream POV:]

I wandered endlessly around the house, looking for Y/N, she wasn't anywhere in the house.. I was beginning to panic, I looked in our room. The living room. The bathroom the kitchen, Hell even the Basement and Attic. I Ran outside to see her car gone, I broke down on my knees with a hearty sob.. my beloved had left me forever..

[Cody's POV:]

I awoke with a fright, I screamed but cut it off with a exhale. I got up and decided to go look around to ensure Y/N was home and it was just a nightmare, I Checked our bedroom, the kitchen, the bathroom, the Attic and Basement, she wasn't there.. i checked out in the garage and sure enough her car was gone.. I thought my nightmare came true, I walked back inside and went to my office, I grabbed my phone and called her

"Hey Babe? You there?" I asked

"Yes Cody, What's wrong?" She spoke

"Where did you go? I had.. that dream again, I'm worried you left me for good...." I said

"Cody, Dear I'm just at the store, I didn't leave forever I'll be home in a few minutes I literally just got in my car-" she answered

"Thank God..." I spoke under my breath

"By the way, how does spaghetti with meatballs and That cheese you like sound for dinner tonight?" She asked me

"That sounds delightful honey, I'll be waiting for you to help with groceries" I said

She hung up as I heard her car start in the background before she hung up.

I was still slightly anxious about that whole nightmare, despite having it a couple times before.. it still terrifies me..

★~★~★~★~★~★~★~★~★~★~★~★~★~★~

[Y/N's POV:]

I drove home swiftly, after I hung up on Cody, I knew tonight was gonna be a little tough since he'd be scared of me leaving I'm the middle of the night which I'd never do..

I arrived home and he was standing there waiting for me.

I ran up to him, and kissed him.

"See darlin' I'm back, don't worry.." I spoke

He smiled widely and hugged me

——————————🧁——————————–

I made us dinner and then snuggled up with him on the couch, C/N joined us too, we all fell asleep together on the couch watching some random movie.

——————————🥑——————————–

The next morning I made breakfast since I got up before Cody.

"Hey wait! You're making breakfast without me?" He pouted

"Yes because you didn't get up early enough, plus if you keep hogging the blanket when we snuggle, I'm taking your hoodie" I smiled

"How dare you!" He sighed before joining me to make waffles

[sweaterkittensahoy]

i would love to hear more about jack being bribed. this is the most undisciplined bomb group after all, they have to clean up their record somehow (read: lying and bribery)

The only way to do this justice is to explain the crimes that led to the bribes. And the best way to do that is to call out each man by name.

Bubbles Payne:

The Crime: Being chipper every goddamn morning no matter what.

The Bribe: Jack hasn't sewn his own buttons in two years. Bubbles can sew a button in about two minutes.

Harry Crosby:

The Crime: Doing navigation equations out loud. Including all math symbols needed to complete them.

The Bribe: Two books for every one equation Jack has to hear out loud. Westerns are worth 1.5 other books, as they're Jack's favorite genre.

Curtis Biddick:

The Crime: Thrice-weekly bar fights (average).

The Bribe: A subscription to Jack's favorite muscle magazine. He totally reads the articles. Totally.

Robert Rosenthal:

The Crime: Trying to sing.

The Bribe: Being the best fucking pilot Jack's ever seen and fucking humble about it. Seriously. No bribes necessary, just keep doing what you do, Rosie. Except singing. Which you cannot actually do.

Douglass:

The Crime: Loving puns.

The Bribe: Helps Jack write letters that don't feel stilted or dull.

Blakely:

The Crime: Camp champion for number of penicillin shots needed for VD.

The Bribe: Cold hard cash. Fifty cents a shot.

Brady:

The Crime: Reminding Jack entirely too much of his kid brother.

The Bribe: Accepting Jack's hugs but pretending like he's never been hugged by Jack ever.

Hambone:

The Crime: Wise ass.

The Bribe: His mother's chicken soup. Which reminds Jack of his own mom's chicken soup.

Bucky:

The Crime: Existing.

The Bribe: Existing (Jack admits this one only makes sense if you really get how he and Bucky work.)

Buck:

The Crime: Being secretly feral and convincing everyone except Jack he's not.

The Bribe: Stopping Bucky from singing sometimes.

Demarco:

The Crime: Being a Chicago Italian (Jack's got Irish family in Chicago; it's not a Mob thing, just a neighborhood thing).

The Bribe: Knows how to properly cook cabbage.

Ken Lemmons:

The Crime: Using his hick accent and big blue eyes to convince RAF pilots he's never seen a real British pound and pocketing several dollars a week.

The Bribe: 1 out of 5 pounds ends up in Jack's pocket.

Harding:

The Crime: Not going to the goddamn doctor for his fucking gallstones and nearly dropping dead*.

The Bribe: Visiting Jack every chance he gets and apologizing for, oh, six months.

Helen:

The Crime: Letting people think she's the Colonel's daughter because they have the same name and everyone just assumed**.

The Bribe: Telling Jack the truth (Harding DOES have a daughter named Helen, but she's four) because she can see he has a crush and likes him enough to give him a nudge.

Meatball

The Crime: Being a fucking Husky.

The Bribe: Being a fucking Husky.

(*Actual reason Harding had to leave the 100th. Having had gall bladder surgery, I literally do not know how he ignored it long enough to nearly fucking die.)

(**In actual fact, Actual!Harding had a daughter named Helen who is meant to be the Helen in the show. But for fandom purposes, no she's not, and yes, she is totally playing people about it. It keeps the worst of the flyboys away from her.)

[fuckin-sick-bih]

I'm Your Rock, Baby. I won't back down.

Fandom: Stranger Things (honestly in my head I was thinking of Tattoo and Florist AU but it's kinky Eddie instead of kinky Steve this time? idk food for thought!) Summary: Steve's been sick and Eddie's been enjoying playing Caretaker. When Steve wakes up from a nap, they watch a movie together and cuddle. CW: cold sneezes, sneezing on partner's neck/shoulder, mention of nose blowing/wiping but really low mess fic for me! Word Count: 1,259 MINORS DNI Author Note: little drabble i did just writing in the tumblr text post thing bc for some reason writing in the tumblr text box makes it easier to write rn? idk, man, don't ask me how my brain works i just live with this traitorous electric meatball

Eddie swayed his hips to the beat of the song as he hand-washed the few items they had that weren't dishwasher safe in the sink, rings sitting on the counter beside him. His phone was softly spitting out one of his current favorites and he was mumbling along, trying to keep quiet so Steve could rest.

Poor Steve had been down for the count the last few days with a nasty cold that had left him utterly exhausted. He scrubbed at the pan he'd made breakfast this morning in as he mulled over the last few days of meds, tissues, sleeping, soup, meds, and more sleeping.

Of course, Eddie was over the moon at getting to take care of Steve. Anytime he got to take care of Steve was a win in his book. His boyfriend was like a walking poster child for hyper independence and Eddie secretly blamed the Harrington parents for that.

Pulling the drain and letting the sink water gurgle down into the abyss, Eddie sighed. He paused his music only to hear sniffling from back in the bedroom. Straining his ears, Eddie swore he heard a catch of breath just before-

"HeNX'T!"

"Don't stifle!" Eddie called out instantly, though his tone was fond as he dried his hands.

As he headed back to the bedroom, Eddie spoke again, "You want a sinus infection? That's how you get a sinus infection." He crossed his arms and admired the sight of Steve sitting up in bed with a tissue folded over his nose.

There was a light blush over Steve's face, skin still lightly tanned from summer. "Sorry. Habit. Snf! What were you doing out there? I thought you fell asleep with me?"

The quiet softness as well as how his voice seemed to grate against his throat, making Steve wince a little had Eddie moving over to the bed to sit with him. "Aw, I'm sorry. I woke up and started cleaning up a little is all. Thought I'd let you sleep as long as you could. Seemed like you needed it. How you feeling now, handsome?"

One of Eddie's hands was coming up to brush Steve's bangs back up out of his face, carding lovingly through his hair as well as pressing to his forehead. "Better than I was, honestly, but I th-hih-! ohh no... heh-ih!"

It was like Eddie's whole world was slowing down as he watched and felt Steve's expression crumple into a pre-sneeze show. His brows rose then collapsed into a pleading sort of pinch while his nostrils flared, mouth hovering open.

"E-ehhddieh-! EhX'TSHH! ID'SHuh! Hh...! ugh d'noh..." Steve collapsed forward, head jerking downward to sneeze towards their laps as his face flushed with color. He was scrambling for a tissue, but Eddie was already plucking and handing him several.

"Bless you, sweetheart, jeez." Eddie leaned forward to kiss Steve's forehead and then the top of his head. "You sure you're feeling better?" He teased, trying not to squirm as Steve blew his nose into the wad of tissues.

A little sniffle came from Steve as he finally pulled the tissues away from his face. "Uh-huh. Just think it's moved to my head. I'm all-" He gestured vaguely to his face and head with a pointed finger and sniffled again. "What's that word you use?"

Eddie made a strangled little sound and rested a hand on Steve's knee. "Stuffy?" He suggested helpfully, praying his boyfriend was searching for a more vanilla term.

"Sure. That." Steve replied with an amused little grin and Eddie knew right then and there that Steve was feeling better if he was getting one of those smiles.

Without warning, Eddie leaned in to press a soft kiss to Steve's lips before pulling back. "Brat." He took a moment to pretend to examine him, going so far as to thoughtfully tap his chin for dramatic effect. "You feel up to watching a movie on the couch with me?"

Steve looked amused at first, but he was quickly looking more and more distracted. "Yeah, I... I think I can manage- that..." His eyes went unfocused as he tried to respond to Eddie's question and Eddie knew pretty quickly what was going on as his eyes flicked to Steve's cherry-red, chapped nostrils that twitched and flared.

"Hiih... IXX'TShhuh!" Steve lurched forward towards their laps again with his powerful sneeze that had tears springing to his eyes. "Ugh, sorry. That might end up happening... more- heh...ihh-hh! ISSHHuh! God, sorry." 

. . .

Twenty minutes later found Steve curled up in Eddie's lap on the couch with Princess Bride playing on their television. Eddie was playing with Steve's hair as his head rested on his shoulder, legs sprawled over his lap.

They were both covered in a blanket and Steve had the box of tissues in his lap, one in his hand which he kept dabbing at his nose with. Eddie was doing his best to pay attention to the movie, but if he was being honest with himself he could quote the whole thing from start to finish just by where in the musical score they were.

So instead he doted softly on Steve who was sleepily watching the movie. Not much energy to do anything else as Eddie pressed soft kisses to his forehead, hair, eyebrows, and even the bridge of his nose once.

Though that had made Steve's eyes well with ticklish tears and his nostrils flared as his breath hitched softly, "E-Ehhddie, that's gonna... huh-! m-make me s-sneeze..."

"Oh, is it?" Eddie practically purred as he lifted a hand to gently tap the pad of his pointer finger against the side of Steve's nose. "Hadn't noticed."

"IHIshhiiew! IXt'Hue!" Steve exploded moments after the tap like that was all he needed to be set off. Eyes watering, bright red nose twitching and shining ever so slightly around the chapped rim. "Ugh, snf! you're a menace, Munson. Absolute snff! menace. Those good for you? Or should I nix the tissues and use you instead?"

A shudder ran through Eddie at Steve's words and he groaned, letting his head tip back. "That's playing dirty, Stevie, and you know it. You can't dirty talk me while you're sick and sneezy." Then came the soft feeling of plump lips traveling over his throat and the subtle brush of a damp nose tip against his Adam's apple.

Eddie would deny at all costs the noise that garnered from him.

It did get Steve to chuckle, though. "Like you tapping my nose isn't playing dirty. You made me sneeze. That- hhh... oh h-hang on... gonna- hihh..."

This time Eddie didn't get to watch Steve's build up, but he could feel it. Every stuttering inhale pressed up against him, the way his fingers curled against Eddie's shirt ever so slightly, and how Steve tucked into his shoulder with a final wavering. "Hihh-ih!" Before finally pressing his face into Eddie's neck and shoulder as he sneezed, "IHHxT'Shuh! Ohh- snf! shit, I forget what I was saying." He admitted, chuckling a little again as he pressed a tissue to his running nose.

Meanwhile, Eddie was getting his heart rate under control and running his fingertips lovingly along Steve's back up and down. "Bless you, pumpkin. Okay, I promise-" And Eddie made a little X over his heart with his free hand. "No more teasing my poor boyfriend's nose unless he asks or he's all better, deal?"

And then Steve gave him a wicked smile. One that only meant one thing. "I never said it was a bad thing, Eds."