#and then toast some bread and have that as a Meal and its good as hell...

[synthaphone]

i gotta be honest, while i loved dungeon meshi and i'm glad it had this effect for other people, i definitely do not have the 'senshi in my brain has inspired me to eat better' effect. senshi in my brain will be like 'you should have a balanced and nutritious breakfast' and my lazy ass will be like 'okay but: the instant gratification of eating like 5 cookies'

however, LGR's cooking channel DOES make me want to make sandwiches.

[altaroftransexuality]

top ten breakfasts that inspire poetry

[vanteguccir]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤTIKTOK TRENDS⁴ * CHRIS STURNIOLO

SUMMARY　::　4 times that Y/N and Chris made a couple's trend on tiktok.

FEATURING　Chris Sturniolo x reader　REQUESTED?　yes.

WARNINGS　::　none.

AUTHOR'S NOTE　::　that is my work, I DON'T authorize any form of plagiarism; copy, "inspiration" or translation! | english isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

A/N²　::　part 1 || part 2 || part 3

1. Watch my boyfriend for me

It was a balmy summer night, and the city lights glistened off the glass walls of the charming Italian restaurant where Y/N and Chris were dining. The restaurant's facade exuded rustic elegance, adorned with hanging green plants and softly twinkling string lights that created a warm, romantic atmosphere.

Y/N had come to the restaurant with a playful plan in mind. She had seen a viral TikTok trend where people left their partners alone at the table with a recording camera, asking viewers to "watch" them while they went to do "something." It seemed like the perfect opportunity to have some fun with Chris.

While they enjoyed their meal, Y/N discreetly took her phone from its spot on the table. Unlocking it, she quickly opened the TikTok app, which was prominently displayed among her most used apps. With a mischievous grin, she hit the record button.

Her eyes flicked to Chris, who was engrossed in his pasta, before she propped her phone against a glass Coca-Cola bottle, adjusting the angle to frame him perfectly.

"Hey guys, can you watch my boyfriend real quick while I go to the bathroom?" Y/N said in a low tone, trying to suppress a giggle as she stood up and headed towards the bathroom, not glancing back at the bewildered Chris.

Chris, mid-chew on a hefty forkful of pasta, looked up, watching her walk away with a puzzled expression. He then shifted his gaze to the phone screen, his brow furrowing.

He delicately set his cutlery down, adjusting his black cap in a nervous gesture.

"Hey guys... I think Y/N is making some kind of video." He muttered after swallowing his food, resting his right elbow on the wooden surface of the square table and laying his chin on his palm, his blue eyes fixed on the screen. "Caught me with my mouth full, sorry about that."

Chris glanced around the restaurant, a hint of nervousness replaced by curiosity.

"So, since you're here, let me tell you what we're up to. We're at this new Italian place in Los Angeles. The decor here is amazing, really cozy and authentic." He gestured with his free hand, indicating the charming details around him that the camera couldn't capture. "We had bruschetta to start... Did you know it was originally a way to use up old bread? They toast it, rub garlic on it, and top it with tomato and basil... Delicious."

His eyes lit up as he described one of his favorite appetizers.

"Now, about the main dishes, since it's Saturday night, we figured we could indulge a bit." He continued with a chuckle. "Y/N ordered lasagna. Classic choice, right? Pasta, meat, tomato sauce, cheese... You can't go wrong." He pointed to Y/N's plate, observing momentarily the remaining piece of lasagna. "I got the carbonara, one of my all-time favorites. Loads of bacon, so good."

Chris picked up his fork, filling it with the food from his plate and twirling some carbonara for the camera to see.

"I've had a tradition on Saturdays of taking Y/N out to dinner since the beginning of our relationship, and there's something special about going out to dinner in a new place, you know?" Chris commented warmly. "It's a little gastronomic adventure. Oh, and the music! They're playing something in Italian."

He paused, pointing his fingers upwards, letting the camera pick up the soft, melodic tunes playing in the background. He began to sway his head to the rhythm, clearly enjoying himself.

"Cool, right? Also, we always order different dishes so we can share and try more things." He added, laughing. "Though I usually end up eating half of Y/N's, and she always gets mad at me for it." His eyes sparkled with affection as he spoke about her, shaking his hear jokingly. "Talking about her, her food's going to get cold if she takes much longer."

He lowered his head, frowning as he looked between his plate and hers, refusing to eat until she returned.

"She just said she was going to the bathroom and left you with me. Not sure what she's up to." He shrugged, eyes darting back to the screen. "But tell me a little about yourselves..."

He pretended to listen to the viewers' imaginary responses, nodding thoughtfully.

"I think this is a TikTok trend. Y/N's been obsessed with these lately." Chris said, changing the "topic" abruptly, rolling his eyes playfully.

Just then, Y/N returned to the table, quickly grabbing her phone and trying not to laugh at Chris's expression.

"Thanks, guys. I hope he behaved." She said happily, smiling and waving at the camera.

"Hey, I'm the best boy around, alright?" Chris retorted, grinning widely.

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2. Serving myself a little bit of food and telling my boyfriend that's all we have left

The house was a haven of quiet on that early afternoon. With Nick and Matt away on business for their channel, set to last all day, Y/N and Chris found themselves with a rare stretch of time alone. Deciding against the hassle of preparing a new meal, they settled on enjoying the leftovers from the previous day's lunch.

"I'm going to put the dishes together, honey." Y/N called, already making her way to the door of their shared bedroom after hearing Chris’s stomach rumble in protest as they watched a random and new action movie.

"Alright, I'll be there in a few." Chris responded, not taking his eyes off the screen, where a heated scene of racing cars and guns shooting occurred, his hands reaching blindly for the remote on the bedside table.

With Chris still in the bedroom, Y/N seized the opportunity to record a new TikTok trend that had been flooding her For You Page in the last few days. She fished her phone out of the front pocket of her Fresh Love hoodie, positioning it strategically on the wooden surface of the dining table to capture both the plates and Chris’s reaction, as well as her own figure. Her fingers worked quickly to unlock the device, find the app, and start recording, lowering the screen brightness to its minimum.

While waiting for Chris, Y/N prepared two plates: Chris's, as usual, was generous, laden with a large portion of each meal item. For herself, she placed just a few spoonfuls of each, creating a stark contrast between the two.

When Chris finally appeared in the kitchen, he moved with a relaxed grace to his usual chair, his stomach growling in the quiet of the room, sitting down.

"Finally!" He exclaimed, rubbing his palms together in excitement as he watched Y/N place the plates on the table and sit down beside him. "I was so-" His sentence cut off abruptly as he noticed the disparity in the amount of food on their plates. His brow furrowed as his eyes darted between the two servings.

"I hope it's still good." Y/N said with a small smile, lifting her right arm to reach for her cutlery, her fingers closing around her fork.

"No, wait." Chris stopped her, raising his hand to hover over her plate, his concern evident. "What?"

Feigning confusion, Y/N put down her fork and looked up at him, frowning.

"What what?"

"Weren't you starving?" Chris asked, his voice tinged with worry as he looked her over, his eyes searching for any signs of discomfort.

"No, babe, I'm not that hungry." Y/N shook her head, offering a reassuring smile.

"Are you feeling sick?" Chris's concern deepened, his blue eyes scanning her figure anxiously.

"I'm fine, sweetheart." Y/N insisted, her tone light.

"Babe, this isn't normal." Chris pointed to her plate. "Even on days when you have no appetite, you don't eat this little."

"I need to reduce the amount of food I eat." She invented, using the first excuse that her brain could think of.

"Tell the truth, Y/N. Do you want to go to the hospital?” Chris's worry was palpable as he prepared to stand, but Y/N quickly grabbed his wrist, stopping his next movements.

"Why, Chris? I told you, I'm fine-"

"Then why did you put so little food on your plate?" Chris interrupted, his concern mounting.

"Babe, we just... It's because that was all that was left from yesterday. We ran out of food." Y/N finally revealed, looking down in false shame.

"What do you mean? Is the food gone?" Chris's disbelief was clear. Despite his bigger appetite, he would never allow his girlfriend to go without. "Baby, stop it. Are you crazy? I'm not going to eat all this while you have so little just because our food runs out."

He stood up abruptly, the sound of the chair scraping against the floor echoing sharply in the quiet room. His large hands moved quickly to switch their plates, placing the larger serving in front of Y/N.

"No, Chris! That's all that's left, really! I want you to eat what I gave you." Y/N protested, curving her spine above the wooden surface, her hands hovering in the air.

"Babe, you're hungrier than me. I already ate, you didn't." Chris lied, sitting down again, receiving a surprised look from Y/N. She knew he hadn't eaten anything, just like her.

"What did you eat?" She asked, genuinely confused.

"I had one of those Bold protein bars you always eat." Chris claimed, pointing towards the cabinet above the sink behind his back.

"But, there's no more bar-"

"Of course there is, or was, I ate the last one." Chris interrupted, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.

"Babe..." Y/N's heart warmed, her eyes softening. "Let's split it then, okay?"

"No, petal, I want you to eat all of this." He insisted, pointing at the plate that was once his. "How did all the food even run out?"

"I needed to go to the grocery store today, but I wanted to spend the day with you." Y/N explained, her tone tender, her bottom lip jutting out in a little pout.

"It doesn't matter, babe. Just because the food is gone doesn't mean you should eat this little. It looks like bird food." Chris's voice rose with worry, his hands moving to adjust his cap nervously.

"It's no problem, honey, I promise." Y/N argued, moving to switch the plates again, but Chris stopped her.

"Babe, wait, no! Let's go out? Let's go out to eat, hm? Where do you want to go?" Chris's desperation was clear, his blue eyes searching hers. "Let's go out, like a date, yeah?"

Y/N's features brightened instantly, a smile spreading across her lips as small drops of tears appeared in the corners of her eyes, her heart fluttering inside her chest, feeling like she was falling in love all over again.

"A date, babe?" Her voice sounded airy.

"That's right, let's go out for lunch somewhere special. You choose the place and the food, okay?" Chris asked softly, watching her closely, pushing the plate of food in front of him away.

"Yeah." Y/N looked down, her cheeks heating up with a rosy blush.

"Great, I'll get my wallet," Chris said, rising from his seat calmly this time, curving his upper body so that his face was close to her head, sealing the top of it with his lips momentarily, exhaling the soft smell of shampoo. "You heard me?"

"Yes, okay," Y/N nodded quickly, sniffling softly, observing her boy step away. "I love you."

"I love you more, bunny. I'll be right back, okay?"

"Okay."

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3. Testing my boyfriend if he was an Uber driver

Chris adjusted himself in the leather driver's seat, trying to keep a straight face. His eyes flicked towards Y/N’s phone, checking if it was recording him. A few seconds later, the sound of the back door opening echoed inside the vehicle, and Y/N appeared, sliding into the seat where Nick usually sat during their car videos. She did her best to look like a complete stranger.

"Good afternoon! Are you Chris from Uber?" she asked, adopting a foreign accent. Her head lifted, catching Chris's upper body twisted towards the back seat, his eyes fixed on her. "Why are you looking back like that, Chris?" Y/N yelled, playfully smacking the back of the driver’s seat.

"But I was just-"

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"Hey!" Y/N’s voice cut through the brief silence, settling back into the leather seat with a dramatic sigh.

"Good afternoon! Would you like some candy or gum?" Chris greeted, taking his right hand off the steering wheel and reaching towards the car’s console. He pulled out a small box of mints from the cup holder, lifting it up with a flourish.

"Why are you offering candy to the girl, Christopher?" Y/N crossed her arms, her eyes darting from the box to Chris's face and back again before she rolled her eyes and turned around, pretending to get out of the car.

"Sometimes people have bad breath, babe-"

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"Hi! Good afternoon. How are you?" Y/N chirped as she got into the car again, a broad smile lighting up her face.

She adjusted herself in the seat, but as she did, her head bumped against the roof of the car.

"Ouch! I hit my head." She burst into laughter, her right hand instinctively reaching up to rub the sore spot, her eyes closed as giggles escaped her lips.

Chris quickly turned back, his eyes wide with concern and amusement. His lips trembled as he tried to suppress his laughter.

"Do you want me to take care of you, miss-" His sentence was cut short by a loud slap, Y/N's free hand playfully hitting his shoulder. "Ouch! Sorry!"

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"Hey, good afternoon!" Chris began this time, his eyes fixed on the garage door in front of the car. His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, swallowing hard.

"Hi, how are you?" Y/N adjusted herself in the seat, leaning forward so that she was perched on the edge. She leaned her upper body against the back of the driver’s seat, raising her right arm and resting her hand lightly on Chris’s shoulder, giving it a sensual squeeze.

"Do not touch me!" Chris raised his right arm roughly, trying to shake off Y/N’s hand without success. "If you knew my girlfriend, ma'am, you wouldn't dare. She could be nearby right now, you know?" He pretended to look around desperately, finally managing to push Y/N’s hand away. "She's going to kill you."

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"Hi, good afternoon! Can I sit in the front?" Y/N asked, already sitting in the back seat, leaning over the console and pointing to the passenger seat.

"You can’t, ma'am." Chris shook his head quickly, keeping his eyes fixed forward.

"But there's no one there. You must feel so lonely." Y/N pouted, looking into the rearview mirror, trying to catch Chris’s eyes.

Chris moved suddenly, lifting his right leg over the gear lever and resting his foot on the floor of the passenger seat.

"Don’t worry, miss, that’s not a problem. I take both seats, you see?" He glanced at the rearview mirror, losing his balance and accidentally pressing the horn, its loud sound echoing through the garage.

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"Excuse me, sir, there's a little thing in there! Let me clean it for you." Y/N, already inside the car and leaning between the passenger and driver seats, murmured. Her right hand lightly grabbed Chris's chin, turning his head towards her.

Chris let her, his blue eyes meeting hers. His pupils dilated as he watched her face, his lips parting slightly as he felt his heartbeat increase its pace. He tilted his head closer, their mouths brushing for a brief moment.

"Christopher Sturniolo, are you going to kiss your passenger?!" Y/N suddenly pulled away, hitting his shoulder hard.

"It was an accident, babe-"

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"Sir, do you like brunettes?" Y/N asked, leaning over the back of the driver's seat and laying the side of her face on the headrest. She kept her eyes fixed on Chris, biting her bottom lip lightly, trying to convey an air of seduction.

"No, miss, I like bald ones." Chris quickly responded without looking at her, causing Y/N to burst into laughter.

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4. I can't go out

"I can't go out."

Y/N lay sprawled on the bed she shared with Chris, the soft, inviting sheets cradling her body. Her phone hovered above her, capturing her every move as she began to lip-sync to the familiar audio. The screen’s glow bathed her face in a gentle, almost ethereal light, accentuating the gleam in her eyes and the subtle curve of her lips, painted with a delicate pink gloss.

"Cough, cough." She murmured as she feigned illness, her free hand coming up, fingers curling into a delicate fist that she brought to her lips, a playful, exaggerated expression dancing across her features. "I'm sick." She finished, the mock severity in her face making her eyes sparkle with mischief.

She shifted the phone slightly, widening the view just as Chris’s strong arm snaked into the frame. His biceps, taut and defined, flexed dramatically, the play of muscles under his skin evident and undeniably captivating.

His skin was warm around her neck, the faint scent of him - a mix of his natural aroma and the lingering trace of his Dior cologne - intoxicating her senses. The pressure of his bicep against her cheeks made her bite down on her lower lip, her teeth digging into the soft flesh to stifle the smile, threatening to break free.

Her body responded instinctively to his closeness, a shiver of excitement coursing down her spine. She tilted her head slightly, her hair cascading over his arm like a silken waterfall, each strand catching the light in a mesmerizing display.

She was so lucky.

© vanteguccir

[drcomttheo]

THEO NOTT x YN

summary: Theo can cook? warnings: fluff, established relationship words: 382 a/n: SORRY ITS SHORT! Excerpt from my fic "Inordinate love" or find it on my ML that's pinned. Slytherin Boy oneshots—ML Slytherin Boy oneshots—AO3

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙛

You were lying in bed with the covers tangling around your bodies.

He was stroking your hair and you were drawing imaginary shapes on his chest until you felt him shift. "Are you hungry, Y/L/N?"

You didn't feel hungry before he asked, you guess because you were only focused on him, but now that you were thinking about it, you were a bit hungry.

"I could eat something," you nodded in response.

He smiled, but just a bit as he got up. "Well, come on, I'll cook you the best meal ever."

He cooks?

Surely not.

He has house elves. You doubt he's ever stepped foot in a kitchen, let alone his own and it's far less likely he cooked in it!

"Theodore Nott, the chef..." You were saying this as you were dangling your feet from the counter.

"You didn't know about that?" He said as he was close to you now.

"There are a lot of things you don't know about me, Y/L/N. Now, what would you like to eat? Toast?" He said it with a laugh. "That's really about all I can make."

You knew it.

"A chef who can only make toast?" You said, questioning him for a moment.

"What can I say? I stick to the finer things in life." He answered.

"Well, then it better be some damn good toast," you say.

"Oh, just wait, Miss/Mister Y/L/N. Best toast you've seen in all your years." He was saying this as he was putting the toast into a toaster, which was making you laugh a bit seeing him struggle with the "muggle" technology.

"Are you laughing at me?" He said as he turned around with a slight look of defeat.

"No," you said, following it with a small giggle. He gave you a pointed look.

"Fine, but it's just a little funny." You were trying to hold back a grin, but you failed.

"Theo! You are burning the toast," you said as you hopped down from the counter and went over to the toaster, pulling out a charcoaled piece of bread.

"I'm not going to eat that," you said, laughing.

"Okay, maybe you should just have Muffy cook us breakfast," he said, laughing before embracing you in a tight hug.

[lotstradamus]

do you have some favourite go-to recipes? i would love any of your recommendations!! xx

we eat the same few things on rotation in our house, as I do all the cooking, and I like a) one-pot meals, and b) pasta, preferably. most of these are fairly low effort but you get a lot of bang for your buck flavour-wise, and they're endlessly customisable!

also, listen, I don't do measurements. follow your heart and taste as you go.

the tiktok viral baked feta pasta from like 4 years ago ingredients: plum or cherry tomatoes, a block of feta (or boursin if you're feeling flush), garlic, pasta optional extras: spinach, cannellini beans, chili crisp recipe: whack your tomatoes, sliced garlic, and olive oil in a big dish. nestle your feta in there. I like to add a tin of drained cannellini beans at this point to bulk it out/cut down on the pasta/make the texture confusing, but you don't have to. stick it in the oven at like 180-200C for half an hour ish. after half an hour boil your pasta. retrieve your oven dish, stir everything up to desired consistency (I'm a chunk girl). you can add spinach while you do this for extra greenery, or a massive spoonful of chili crisp for heat and crunch, but it's good on its own. add the pasta and some pasta water if you need. voila. you simply cannot go wrong.

gochujang and hummus pasta ingredients: gochujang (this keeps forever in the fridge so it's a good kitchen investment), a tub of hummus, garlic, white onion, parm optional extras: parsley recipe: chop onion and garlic, sling them in a pan with butter and a splash of EVOO. when the onion is sufficiently sweaty and nice, add a dollop of gochujang (the bigger the dollop the spicier the end result) and stir it all in, followed by the whole tub of hummus. boil the pasta. add the cooked pasta to the pan, along with some pasta water, a shit load of grated parm, and garnish with parsley. my friend sent me a vegan version of this recipe about a year ago and I've made the non-vegan version roughly once a week since. it is so fucking delicious. butter bean thing ingredients: butter beans, garlic, red onion, tomato paste, cream/double cream/greek yog, lemon, sourdough/nice crusty bread optional extras: parsley recipe: throw chopped garlic and onion in a pan with butter and EVOO and really let them sweat it out. add tinned butter beans WITH THE JUICE. yes, I know. add in a few good squirty piles of tomato paste and stir, then let it all heat through. at this point start toasting your crusty bread of choice because I ALWAYS forget until the end and then I'm rushed. I recommend splurging for the good bread, slathered with melty butter. add whatever creamy thing you have to hand (the og recipe I saw said double cream, but I usually have greek yoghurt in and that does the job) to the beans, along with some lemon juice, garnish with parsley if you like and serve. use the bread as a giant spoon. you are welcome.

sausage soup/stew? casserole?? ingredients: celery, white onion, carrot, sausage/s, cherry tomatoes, tinned tomatoes, chicken broth, parm optional extras: creamy thing of your choice, spinach, orzo recipe: dice the celery, carrot and onion (mirepoix!), and throw it in a big big big pot with some EVOO. now: I get a pack of nice sausages and either mash or chop them depending on how much energy I have, but if you live somewhere with a butcher or whatever you can save your mashing arm and just get ground sausage. throw in the ground, mashed, or chopped sausage and cook for a bit. follow with a tin of chopped tomatoes and chicken broth. I usually put in about a litre. chop the cherry toms and toss them in. follow with a load of grated parm. if you have any parm rinds, throw em in and leave it to bubble away. this doesn't sound like much but it is so good. the longer you leave it the more flavourful it will be! towards the end I like to add in whatever creamy thing is in the fridge (double cream, greek yog, milk), along with lots of chopped spinach and a cup of orzo to really bulk it up. we can happily live on this for DAYS, especially if we have leftover fancy crusty bread from the gochujang pasta. oh and remember to take out the parm rind.

thai chicken curryish ingredients: chicken (thigh/breast), garlic, ginger, yellow peppers, spring onion, cashew nuts, rice, coconut milk, chicken broth optional extras: sriracha, coriander recipe: I love this one cos it is SO quick and SOOOO easy. cut chicken into chunks and brown it in the pot. whip it back out and throw in the chopped garlic and ginger (I have a tube of ginger paste in the fridge cos WHO has the time?) with a big glug of EVOO, then a cup of rice. jasmine works, but I've also used risotto rice. toss in the chopped peppers, spring onion and cashew nuts (if I have the energy I'll chop the nuts, but you can put em in as-is), then add coconut milk (a tin's amount, be that an actual tin or some of the melted stuff that costs 1/4 of the price - thanks Asian supermarket!) and chicken broth. put the browned chicken back in, give it all a stir, cover it, and stick it in the oven for like 25ish mins. here’s the NYT recipe if you need liquid measurements/an actionable recipe that isn’t me riffing. (as always, 12ft.io/ in front of the address to bypass the paywall.) serve it with sriracha squirted all over it (HIGHLY RECOMMEND) and coriander if you like it.

delicious little rice waffle ingredients: leftover jasmine rice, chili crisp, an egg, kewpie mayonnaise, sesame oil, spring onion, A WAFFLE MAKER optional extras: furikake recipe: full disclosure, you need a little waffle maker for this. mix the rice with chili crisp, a little sesame oil, and egg yolk. dollop it into the waffle maker and cook. garnish with kewpie mayo, sliced spring onion and some furikake if you have it, or just toasted sesame seeds if you have those, or neither! delicious little spicy umami snack, my beloved.

tuna melt of dreams ingredients: you know what's in a tuna melt recipe: swap the butter on the outside of the bread for kewpie mayonnaise and thank me later.

ADDENDUM: this goes without saying for me but sadly I know it does not for everybody: SEASON YOUR FOOD WITH SALT. IT WON'T MAKE YOUR FOOD SALTY IT WILL MAKE IT DELICIOUS. COOK YOUR PASTA IN SALT. WHEN IN DOUBT, ADD SOME SALT. THANK YOU.

[zenkor123]

My favorite Everlark fic.

Mockingjay: Broken Wings Chapter 24: The Toasting, a hunger games fanfic | FanFiction

the way she captures the characters, keeps them close to canon but different, the fluff its in the words of this fics Peeta "Exquisite":

"Peeta," she inched closer to him and held his hands in her own. "What else do you remember?" They stepped through the front door of their home with hands held and eyes locked. They had been in this room only a second ago, but it held a different feeling now. Represented something new in their lives and they could both feel it flow through them. They had signed all the paperwork binding them in a contract of marriage, but had yet to perform the one thing that no one ever felt married without in District Twelve."You ready?" Peeta asked her as he led her toward the fireplace. "Yeah," Katniss answered with a hint of a nervous tremor in her voice. Together they reached for the box of matches, striking one each, then placing the flame beneath the kindling. The stench of sulfur accosted both of them, but was quickly drowned out by the smell of burning wood. A warmth radiated from the fireplace where the kindling now burned hot and set the log ablaze. With their matches tossed onto the fire, Peeta reached for the loaf of bread his father had brought over earlier, and handed Katniss one end of it. The crunching of the crust flaked into bits of crumbs, dusting their clothing and their hands with it. Together they began reciting District Twelve's blessing for a new marriage,"May this fire..." It had come back to Peeta, striking him like a gust of wind. "I remember marrying you."

"Catching Fire: Rekindling Chapter 10, a hunger games fanfic | FanFiction Peeta ASMR

""Listen to my voice, Gale. Just concentrate on that. Open your eyes and look at me. Come on, Gale. Look at me." Gale didn't want to look at anyone. He wanted to scream…to yell, but Peeta kept insisting. "Damn it, Gale. Look at me!" Gale's eyes opened to find Peeta's just inches away from his. "Focus on my eyes." Gale did what he was told. "You're not in Katniss' house. You're in the woods. You know that spot by the big maple tree? There's a blackberry bush a stone's throw away. You know where I'm talking about, right? You and Katniss eat there all the time." Gale stared into Peeta's eyes, wondering why he was telling him this, but Peeta just kept on talking to him, describing the area right down to the bark on the tree. Suddenly Gale could see it…the maple tree…the blackberry bush. He had shared many meals there with Katniss over the years. "You can picture it now, can't you Gale?" Gale unintentionally nodded at Peeta. "Good. That's where you are. Its late spring so the blackberries are just starting to come in…" Gale was concentrating on the hypnotic sound of Peeta's voice. "…you can see the berries…firm…big…juicy and when you taste it, the flavor bursts in your mouth. Can you taste it, Gale? How sweet the juice is." Gale could almost see Katniss tossing a blackberry in the air and him catching it in his mouth. "You and Katniss are in the woods…Prim's made some goat cheese and I've sent some fresh rolls for you. Picture it, Gale. You two, having a friendly picnic by the maple tree…the birds are chirping…you can hear the boisterous sounds of crickets rubbing their wings together to fill the air with music…" Gale had never thought about crickets as musical, but he could hear it now. Their sounds in harmony with the buzzing of the bees. "…squirrels are scurrying about…up and down the branches of the trees which are covered in fresh green leaves. Picture it Gale. See it in your mind." Gale felt his eyelids begin to droop and the pain in his back begin to subside. "Prim's goat cheese is creamy today. You break open a roll and hear the cracking of the crust as you split it apart. You spread the cheese over the fluffy center and bite into it…" Gale could taste the flavors of the bread and cheese…the blackberries. See the brightly colored green and yellow leaves…smell the flowers. He could hear the sounds of the woods surrounding him, not the gentle patter of Katniss' feet as she came upon them in the kitchen.

"

"Peeta gripped her upper arms and shook her a little. "I need you to do this for me. Say it. Say you'll win for me." His voice was soft, but urgent. "You can do this. We both know you can, so take a breath." He dropped his hands and watched her as she breathed in the night air. "And say the words." Katniss was blinking a mile a minute. She knew once she said it out loud Peeta was as good as dead. "I…I promise." She gulped. "You'll win. Say it." "I promise I'll win." Katniss felt like one of the dummies that District 2 had thrown a spear into during training. She had just told Peeta that he was as good as dead to her. She hung her head down and put her face in her hands. "Hey. It's okay. It's okay." Peeta whispered to her. "We both knew this was going to happen." He rubbed his hands up and down her arms. Katniss wanted to cry, but she didn't. She held back her tears for Peeta's sake. She'd wait until she was alone in her room to let them come. She lifted up her face to his and said, "Yes. We did." When Peeta saw the strength she was displaying he felt a surge of pride rush through his veins. "That's my girl." He reached out and let her braid trail through his fingers before letting his hand fall to his side. "You were on fire long before Cinna ever took a match to you." Katniss was moved by him. Peeta had been more than she had ever deserved. He was just a breath away. She was desperate to reach out and touch him. To kiss him. The tension between them was growing stronger. They could feel themselves being pulled closer to one another. Peeta began to dip his head down as Katniss lifted herself up on her toes. When the gust of wind blew against them and caused the wind chimes to crash, they startled apart."

The fic is super old we always were was published in 2012, I was worried that it would be somehow deleted, so I uploaded it to internet archive to ensure the long-term preservation of Jammie Sommers work. The only bad thing about it was that it was never completed, probably because the betas left and the fic fizzled out (this is hinted in the author's comments in the later chapters of broken wings)

[feedybot]

The Tipping Point, PART 1/2

Chapter One: Just a Little Extra

You’d been on a “health kick” for about a week.

Again.

This time it was a Mediterranean thing—olive oil, fish, vegetables, whole grains. It actually wasn’t bad, at first. You’d meal prepped like a pro on Sunday, filled the fridge with colorful containers and planned your workouts on a little whiteboard stuck to the freezer. You felt good. You felt in control.

But then came Thursday.

You walked through the door after a long day, stomach growling, feet aching, the smell of garlic and butter already hanging thick in the air. You barely managed to get your shoes off before you called out.

“What’s cooking?”

Your husband’s voice floated in from the kitchen, warm and cheerful. “Something special. You’ve been working so hard lately, I figured you deserve a treat.”

You hesitated in the hallway, toeing at the tile floor. “I was gonna have the salmon and quinoa thing I made…”

There was a pause, followed by a sizzling sound and a smell that made your mouth water.

“Babe,” he said gently, stepping out with a grin and a wooden spoon still in hand, “that can wait till tomorrow. This? This is fresh.”

You peeked past him into the kitchen and saw a bubbling pan of creamy pasta on the stove—ribbons of fettuccine tangled in a thick sauce, glistening with cheese and butter. Toasted garlic bread waited on a tray beside it. And a little bowl of Caesar salad, as if it made the whole thing balanced.

It was your favorite.

You opened your mouth to argue… then closed it again. Your stomach made the decision for you, rumbling audibly. He chuckled, kissed your forehead, and gently took your bag off your shoulder.

“I’ll pour the wine.”

You sat down with a sigh. “Just a little,” you said, but you already knew the meal would be anything but.

—

One plate turned into two. The salad disappeared quickly—mostly to justify the second helping of pasta. The bread was warm and crusty, the butter soaked deep into its golden surface. You told yourself you’d just have a bite. Then just half.

Then it was gone.

By the end of the meal, you felt full in that slow, drowsy, too-comfortable way. Your belly pressed lightly against your waistband as you leaned back, wine glass in hand, feeling flushed and guilty and—somehow—happy.

He watched you with a quiet, unreadable look. His hand slipped to your thigh under the table, his touch gentle and reassuring. “See?” he murmured. “You deserve to relax.”

You wanted to protest. Say something about calories, or your whiteboard schedule, or the promise you made to yourself. But all that came out was a soft, sleepy hum of agreement as you leaned into his shoulder.

Chapter Two: Slipping Slowly

You did try again.

Friday morning, you woke up feeling that familiar pit in your stomach—not hunger, but regret. You told yourself it was just one meal. You still had time to turn the week around. You laced up your sneakers, chugged some water, and headed to the gym with determination in your step… and the pasta from last night still sitting heavily in your belly.

The workout was slow. You pushed through it, sweating harder than usual, your movements a little sluggish, a little less precise. You avoided the mirrors.

Later, back home, you snapped open one of your meal-prepped containers, trying not to think about the way it looked next to last night’s feast. Dry grilled chicken, couscous, and broccoli. It filled you, technically—but it didn’t satisfy you.

Your husband walked by, kissed your cheek, and didn’t say a word.

But that night, he offered to order in.

“Just for fun,” he said casually. “No pressure. You’ve had a long week.”

You shook your head. “No, I’m sticking with my meal plan.”

He nodded, accepting, and disappeared into the living room. You sat there alone, fork in hand, chewing a piece of roasted carrot that tasted like cardboard.

And then the smell hit.

Thai. Your real weakness. Rich coconut curries, sticky rice, those little crispy spring rolls that always came steaming hot and perfectly golden. You tried to block it out, but it was hopeless. When you peeked into the living room, he was already on the couch with the food spread out in front of him, looking up at you like he was trying not to smirk.

“You sure you don’t want just a bite?” he asked innocently, holding up a spoonful of glistening, spicy sauce.

You crossed your arms. “You’re evil.”

He grinned. “You say that like it’s a no.”

You lasted maybe five minutes before sitting down next to him, pretending you were just “tasting” it. The curry was sweet and velvety, the rice soaked in it perfectly. One bite turned into two. Then you took a spring roll. Then you asked for your own spoon.

Somewhere between the last dumpling and the end credits of the movie, you stopped pretending you were resisting.

That weekend followed the same rhythm—moments of resolve, immediately followed by tiny indulgences. Pancakes on Saturday morning, “split” fries at lunch that mysteriously disappeared almost all on your side of the plate, popcorn with butter during movie night. You told yourself you’d start over on Monday. Always Monday.

By Sunday night, you were laying in bed with a soft belly and a strange, quiet feeling that mixed guilt with something almost comforting. His hand slid under your shirt, over your stomach, and he kissed your neck softly.

“You looked really happy this weekend,” he murmured.

You didn’t answer, not right away. You just closed your eyes and let yourself be held, trying not to notice how snug your shirt felt across your chest—or how easily he touched the new softness you were starting to carry

Chapter Three: The Quiet Creep

You didn’t notice the changes at first. Not really.

Your clothes still fit—for the most part. Maybe the waistbands left a slightly deeper mark when you peeled them off at night. Maybe your bras needed a little more adjusting lately, and you’d started favoring the ones with stretchier bands. But nothing dramatic. Nothing alarming.

Besides, you’d always fluctuated a little. A few pounds here, a few there. It was just how your body worked. You were used to the ebb and flow.

What did change, quietly, was your appetite.

You started to crave more. Your little meals didn’t cut it anymore—not after the week of rich sauces and takeout splurges. You found yourself adding an extra spoonful to your plate. You stopped skipping dessert. You started looking forward to your husband’s surprise snacks and spontaneous cravings.

He made it all so easy.

Sometimes, he brought home pastries in the morning—just one for you, “because I passed your favorite bakery.” Other nights, he’d surprise you with something baking in the oven, always timed perfectly for when you walked through the door: rich, cheesy casseroles, gooey mac and cheese, buttery roast potatoes. You still worked out sometimes. You still thought about being healthy. But the effort felt less urgent now. Less important.

And honestly? You felt more content than you had in a while.

There was something comforting in letting go a little. The pressure to be perfect, to follow every food rule, to constantly strive for that someday body—it had always left you stressed and unsatisfied. But now, your husband looked at you like you were already enough. No, more than enough. Like the extra softness only made you better.

One night, you caught your reflection in the mirror as you stepped out of the shower. The change was still subtle—your belly a touch rounder, the curve of your hips a little fuller. You turned side to side, studying yourself with curious detachment.

You didn’t hate what you saw. You didn’t love it, either.

But when he came in behind you, slid his arms around your waist, and kissed your bare shoulder, you felt something shift.

He didn’t say anything—just rested his hands on the new softness, gently, almost reverently, and met your gaze in the mirror with a small smile.

You looked away first.

Chapter Four: Denial, Served Warm

You didn’t weigh yourself.

You told yourself it was a healthy choice—not obsessing over numbers, not letting a little digital screen dictate your self-worth. But really, you knew better. The scale sat in the corner of the bathroom, untouched, gathering a faint layer of dust.

Instead, you judged things by how your clothes fit. Or at least, how they used to fit.

Your favorite jeans had quietly migrated to the back of the drawer. The high-waisted pair with the stiff waistband? Forget it. You’d started reaching for leggings more often, oversized hoodies, anything soft and forgiving. You told yourself it was just for comfort, that you were bloated, that laundry day had limited your options. Every excuse, soft and soothing, wrapped around you like the blanket you kept pulling over your body when you collapsed on the couch after dinner.

Because dinners… had changed.

They’d become events.

He made them feel like rituals: candlelight, music, a bottle of wine, second helpings before you could even ask. You’d always had a decent appetite, sure, but lately it was different. You weren’t just eating because you were hungry—you were eating because it felt good. Every meal he made was so rich, so delicious, and he never held back with the portions.

And you never refused.

You didn’t even notice how often you went back for seconds. Or thirds. You didn’t notice how he lingered, watching as you cleaned your plate, smiling softly, always ready with more. You didn’t think too hard about how often he touched your hips now, let his hand rest on your stomach after dinner, or kissed the corners of your mouth like he was tasting the last bite.

But deep down… part of you knew.

You just didn’t want to face it.

One morning, as you got dressed for brunch with friends, you pulled on a blouse you hadn’t worn in a while. It used to be loose—your go-to when you wanted to feel effortlessly cute. Now, it clung around your middle, the fabric tight enough to pull slightly between the buttons. You tugged it down and looked in the mirror, trying to smooth it out, trying not to frown.

From behind, he appeared, arms looping around you.

“You look gorgeous,” he murmured against your ear, his hands resting right where the shirt felt the tightest. “Seriously.”

You gave a weak laugh. “It’s a little snug.”

“I like it,” he said, voice low, lips brushing your neck. “Everything about you lately feels… softer. Happier.”

You didn’t respond. Just stared into the mirror as he held you there, his fingers slowly moving over the new curves that weren’t there a few months ago. The ones you’d been trying not to notice.

You wore the blouse anyway.

And at brunch, you ordered the French toast.

Chapter Five: Numbers Don’t Lie

It happened on a Tuesday morning.

You’d just finished a shower, hair wrapped in a towel, steam still clinging to the mirror. You were running late, but something pulled you back into the bathroom. Your eyes drifted to the corner, where the digital scale sat, neglected and silent.

You stared at it for a long moment. Heartbeat rising.

You hadn’t stepped on it in… months?

Your stomach was still warm and heavy from last night’s dinner—creamy mashed potatoes, roasted chicken with thick gravy, and two slices of homemade apple pie, courtesy of your husband’s sudden “baking phase.” You remembered how full you’d felt afterward, how tight your waistband had gotten, how he’d smiled when you let out that soft little groan and leaned back, stuffed.

You’d laughed it off. You always laughed it off.

But this morning, the bloated feeling lingered. Your thighs looked fuller. Your belly curved out with a softness you could no longer write off as water weight. And now, standing there in nothing but a towel, you could see it—truly see it.

The roundness in your face. The faint roll forming beneath your breasts. The way your hips had widened just enough to shift how your towel tucked in.

You took a deep breath and stepped on the scale.

157.4 lbs.

Your breath caught.

You blinked. Stepped off. Stepped back on.

157.6 lbs.

You couldn’t remember the last time the number had been that high. Maybe never. It didn’t feel real. Not until you stood there for a long minute, towel loosening around you, reality sinking in like a weight on your chest.

You hadn’t just gained a little. This was… real. Measurable.

And yet, even as the number echoed in your head, another memory crept in:

Your husband’s hands on your waist last night, gently guiding you back for seconds. The way his eyes darkened as you finished the last bite. How he kissed you afterward like you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

He didn’t seem to mind. In fact… he seemed to like it.

That night, you made a salad for dinner.

He didn’t say anything at first, just watched you quietly as you prepped your plate. When he sat down with his own serving—generous, creamy, full of roasted chicken and croutons—you noticed he’d added a little extra to yours too. Some shaved parmesan. A drizzle of olive oil. A thick slice of buttered bread on the side.

“Babe,” you said, hesitant, “I was thinking maybe… I should cut back. A bit.”

He paused, fork in hand, eyes warm. “Cut back?”

You nodded, trying to sound casual. “I weighed myself today.”

His lips curved into something unreadable—half concern, half something else entirely. “And?”

“I’ve put on a few pounds.”

He reached across the table, took your hand.

“You look incredible.”

You wanted to argue. Say something logical. Sensible. Instead, you let him squeeze your fingers, his thumb brushing over your knuckles, and tried to ignore how the bread was still warm… and how hungry you suddenly felt again.

Chapter Six: Mirror, Mirror

You waited until he left for work.

The second the front door closed and the lock clicked, you were already peeling your hoodie off. The living room still smelled faintly of breakfast—bacon, syrup, cinnamon-sugar toast—and your stomach gave a lazy churn, still half-full from the meal you’d eaten out of habit more than hunger.

Your hands were trembling before you even made it to the mirror.

You’d avoided it lately—never stopping too long, never letting your eyes linger. But today, you faced it. Stripped off the hoodie, then your leggings, then your tank top. One by one until you stood there in just a bra and panties. Bare. Exposed. No more soft lighting. No more flattering angles.

No more denial.

Your breath caught.

Your belly, once soft but subtle, now pushed gently forward—round, undeniably heavier. The waistband of your panties pressed into your skin, leaving a faint red line across your hips. There was a crease forming below your navel now, one that deepened when you shifted. You reached down and touched it, fingers trembling, tracing the unfamiliar curve.

Your thighs had changed too. Fuller. Plush. They brushed together now when you stood still, a faint rub that had become normal but you’d never really noticed. You turned sideways. Your backside jutted out more, your bra digging in slightly at the band.

You raised your arms and watched how everything shifted—the way your belly gave a soft jiggle, how the flesh under your arms was a little looser, a little softer than you remembered. You grabbed at your love handles with both hands, pressing into them, trying to reshape them, contain them.

They didn’t go anywhere.

Your chest, once barely filling your cups, now threatened to spill over them. Your favorite bra had started leaving marks. You’d blamed the dryer. You’d blamed swelling. You’d blamed everything but this.

This body.

Your body.

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. It came out shaky, broken. You turned, trying to find an angle that didn’t feel like someone else’s reflection—but it all looked unfamiliar. Heavier. Wider. Real.

You dropped to the bed, half-dressed, heart pounding. Your hands went to your stomach again, almost without thinking, cradling it. You sat there, feeling the weight of it settle into your lap, heavy and undeniable. You pushed against it. It pushed back.

“How did this happen?” you whispered.

But you knew.

You knew.

Every meal, every bite, every moment you’d shrugged it off and let him take care of you. The way he’d encouraged you to skip workouts, the desserts that had become routine, the casual grazing that seemed so harmless at the time. It had all felt so innocent.

Hadn’t it?

Or… had he known exactly what he was doing?

Your phone buzzed on the nightstand.

A text from him: “Thinking of you. Hope you’re relaxing today. I left a little surprise in the fridge.”

You sat frozen for a long moment, your stomach flipping—not from hunger, but from something deeper. Something almost like dread.

Then you stood up. Slowly. Still staring at yourself in the mirror.

Because for the first time, you didn’t just see the change.

You felt it.

And it scared you.

Chapter Seven: What You’ve Been Feeding Me

You didn’t open the fridge.

You couldn’t. Not after what you’d just seen in the mirror. Not after sitting on the bed in your too-tight underwear, holding yourself like a stranger. You ignored his text. You didn’t even reply. You just sat, stewing in a mix of disbelief, confusion… and something dangerously close to betrayal.

You didn’t want to believe it.

But the thoughts wouldn’t stop spiraling.

The subtle portion increases. The constant temptations. The way he always brushed off your concerns with a compliment or a kiss or another warm plate full of something rich and impossible to resist. It had all felt so loving. So natural.

Now it felt calculated.

By the time he got home that evening, you were waiting.

He walked in with a smile on his face, a paper bag in hand, the kind you knew carried something indulgent. “Hey, babe—guess what I found at the bakery? Those little custard tarts you—”

You cut him off.

“Sit down.”

His eyes flicked up, surprised by your tone. But he obeyed, setting the bag on the counter and pulling out a chair at the kitchen table. You stood across from him, arms folded tightly over your chest, still wearing the oversized hoodie from this morning—but now you felt everything under it. The heaviness. The tightness. The truth.

“I weighed myself.”

He said nothing. Just looked at you, calm. Neutral.

“I’ve gained… over twenty pounds. Twenty. And you never said a word. Not once.”

He tilted his head slightly. “You’ve looked beautiful every single day.”

“That’s not the point!” you snapped, voice cracking. “You knew. You saw it happening. And instead of helping me—instead of encouraging me to stay on track—you just kept feeding me. You wanted this.”

Silence. He didn’t deny it.

Your heart raced. “You planned it, didn’t you? You knew I couldn’t say no forever. You were just waiting for me to give in.”

He exhaled, slowly. Leaned forward on his elbows, eyes soft but steady.

“You were miserable before.”

You blinked. “What?”

He spoke slowly, carefully. “Always stressing over what you ate. Counting calories. Starting over every Monday. You hated your body no matter how hard you tried. And I hated seeing you like that.”

You swallowed. Hard.

“I never forced anything,” he continued. “I didn’t hide vegetables or slip butter into your smoothies. I just gave you the freedom to enjoy things. And yeah… maybe I hoped you’d let go a little. Maybe I wanted to see what would happen if you stopped fighting yourself all the time.”

You stared at him.

“So you wanted me to get fat?”

He flinched slightly, but didn’t deny it. “I wanted you to feel safe. Safe enough to eat. To be full. To let yourself have what you want without guilt.”

You felt heat rise to your face—anger, shame, confusion, something molten and messy.

“You should’ve told me,” you whispered. “You should’ve asked.”

“I didn’t think you’d say yes.”

That stopped you. The room felt thick with silence.

He stood slowly, came around the table, and placed his hands gently on your hips. They settled higher than they used to. You felt the warmth of his palms against the new softness there.

“I love this version of you,” he said quietly. “But it’s not about what I want. It’s about what you want now.”

You looked up at him, breathing shallow. You could feel the weight on your body, the pressure of your belly against the inside of your hoodie, the way your thighs had begun to subtly touch even standing still. All of it.

“So what happens now?” you asked.

His answer came without hesitation.

“That’s up to you.”

[spyxfamilyanalysis]

Okay we are back with Chapter 106 again :')

Remember chapter 106, the Desmonds' silent dinner? Yeah, so I just did some research of that chapter again, obviously about food, because apart from their silence dining and Melinda's anxiety towards her husband, who has UNDENIABLY ABNORMAL behavior, the food did stand out to me!

btw, I just realized that that chapter was released around 7 months ago!

Link here okay<:) -> Chapter 106~ (check the reblogs because I add touch-ups)

But ya know, you don't have to, I might as well put them all here so...

And yeah, we only talk about food, because the mystery about Donovan and Melinda is not resolved yet, Donovan's an alien very sus...

Let the future chapters from Endo-sensei taking care of that :3

Okay, first dish, appetizer

Some sort of congee or soup base with some mushrooms and scallops, a touch with some herbs, and side with bread all kinds

And it looked creamy~ mlem I'm hungry now

I really like mushrooms, even though I'm not vegetarian :3

I recently checked this recipe, you should try it! Hugarian Mushroom Soup

They do also have a light meal (?). See the small plate with some croutons (?)/ham sth and dipping sauce next to Demetrius dish, I think that they may look like fries with dipping sauce, or ham rolled with veggies like beans, or asparagus, and dip it in some sauce

¬ Wait, why the knives next to the dish in the second pic wrong direction? The knives' blade should face the plate, not outside.

Next, antreé/main dish (tryna be French a lil :3)

So this looks like some pan-seared Foie Gras (goose's liver) with beef (?) and gnocchi and red radish, with some sauce.

Now I did some research on this radish, and Idk why I keep dwelling on it :)

But uhhh here's the result:

So actually YOU can eat radish's leaves, not just the radish itself. Though I think that most of you will throw that part away, thinking that it's inedible (idk, usually you would just eat the radish not it's leaves, and most restaurant would do that)

I'm actually not big fan of bitter vegetables, especially the leaves, so...

Surprised to see Donovan's plate still have the leaves, yet Demetrius's is clean, his son can basically eat anything, huh.

And btw, if you love Foie Gras, I have a demenstration of how to cook this: (AI review by Gemini)

Pan-seared foie gras is a luxurious dish achieved by searing slices of duck or goose liver in a hot pan until golden brown. It's best served immediately after cooking to maximize the flavor and texture. 

Here's a step-by-step guide to making pan-seared foie gras:

Prepare the foie gras:If you're using a whole lobe, you'll need to trim and clean it, removing any veins or silver skin, according to Forager | Chef. Cut the foie gras into 1-inch thick slices. Some chefs recommend scoring the slices in a cross-hatch pattern, but this is optional. 

Season the foie gras:Season the slices generously with salt and pepper on both sides, according to The Good Food Network. 

Heat the pan:Use a stainless steel pan and heat it over high heat until very hot. The pan should be hot enough to produce a good sear on the foie gras. 

Sear the foie gras:Add the foie gras slices to the hot pan and sear for about 1-2 minutes per side, until browned. Don't overcook it, as it can melt completely. 

Baste (optional):If the pan is hot enough, you can flip the foie gras and baste it with its own melted fat for an extra touch of flavor. 

Rest and serve:Remove the seared foie gras from the pan and let it rest for a few minutes before serving. Serve immediately on a clean plate. 

Serve with:Pan-seared foie gras is often served with a variety of accompaniments, such as brioche toast, caramelized fruit, or a fruit chutney. 

This video demonstrates how to pan-sear foie gras:

So, no dessert, I guess...

And yeah, that's it!!

If you are wondering, wanna know more of any chapters, ask me anything about the manga or anime series via ask box, pls don't DM!!!

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Author's word (me lol): Sorry everyone for many delays lately, I have just finished my second semester exams, and now just have the time to post something before my militerary semester :"))) I'll be home in 1 month, so during that time, I will be inactive, because I can't bring my laptop...

[seekers-who-are-lovers]

Blame Yana T’s rendition of Full English Breakfast on Chapter 212 that I suddenly craved for it.

Apologies if you are a vegan bc of the meat assault.

How to make your own full English breakfast fast with your combination :

The basic idea would be like this. “There is no fixed menu or set of ingredients for a full breakfast.”

Mine goes something like this: assorted small sausages, hash browns, baked beans in tomato sauce, fried/grilled tomato slices, fried/grilled mushrooms, eggs, toasted bread. Paired with orange juice and tea.

You need sausages, different varieties. If you only have the Frankfurter, that’s fine too. Cut them in half and fry them. I love hash browns so I reheat them in the oven. It is safe to say that I didn’t prepare anything here, but just fry them after purchasing them from the supermarket. There is a British shop here but I didn’t like their sausages so Austrian it is. Choose huge tomatoes for frying after you cut them in slices. I love mushrooms too. After cleaning them by removing the outer layer (don’t soak them in water !) and fry both sides. Baked beans in tomato sauce can either be bought or cooked. It is your choice. There is one by Heinz, but I prefer the Austrian product, bc it is cheaper and organic. Calculate how much baked beans you would eat, I use my Chinese small bowl. Microwave it. The crowning glory is the sunny side up eggs 🍳!! And there you go. I love some toasted bread with butter so yes, bring them on. All in all I spent 15 euros for this and I didn’t get to finish all of the ingredients.

I ate full English breakfast in London and Edinburgh but the best I had was in Prague. It was in a clandestine street in the inner district where no one would notice that it was a coffeehouse but once you entered inside, it was so spacious, full of living plants and the owner was playing blues. So it was good. It is a full meal for a day bc of how heavy it is. Others have sworn of its dietary integrity.

Of course you can also make it vegan. There are sausages based on other ingredients like beans, but like always it is up to you.

[euijoosorangeslice]

OKAY but imagine…

Heated make out session with Euijoo, but you stop out of nowhere just to tease him, but next time he’s even hungrier, so he ends up fucking you dumb for teasing him like that

Tension

warnings: euijoo turns quick from sub to dom, dry humping, creampie, edging, voyeurism, man handling, hair pulling, a lot fluffy bc its euijoo and i love him!

It was early morning, the sun rising through your window. You and Euijoo were on a vacation from work, taking the weekend to be alone and away from the group. You turned to your boyfriend, still asleep under the covers. He had worked so hard in the past week, you were so glad to have such a determined boyfriend. Kissing his forehead lightly, you stood up and walked into the hotel kitchen.

You thought it would be nice to make him food, so you made some sandwiches, with egg, vegetable, ham, ketchup, mayo, cheese and on toasted bread. You made some rice, putting it in a side bowl and using one of the hotel plates to make the food look even more appetizing. Pouring orange juice into two glasses, you put your meals onto the table. You were wearing one of his tees, and some underwear under.

Starting to wash the dishes you made, you felt a warm pair of arms wrap around your waist. "Good afternoon, darling. You made me breakfast," he mumbled, "I didn't expect all this." He kissed your neck, laying his head on your shoulder. "You wash, I'll dry?" He suggested, letting you finish up with the dishes.

"No, it's fine. You just go wash your hands." Euijoo sighed, walking to the bathroom. Sometimes, you two would argue about who helps around the house, because neither of you want to let the other one lift a finger. You dried off the dishes, placing them back in the cabinets. Euijoo came back from the bathroom, you hugging him tightly. "Come on, let's eat." You both sat down, eating your sandwiches in peace. You loved how Euijoo looked at you with so much love in his eyes.

You guys finished your breakfast, heading to the bathroom to brush your teeth. Euijoo still wrapped an arm around your waist, smiling at you subtly. You guys went to go watch TV, you cuddled under Euijoo's arm watching some shitty predictable k-drama. You kissed his cheek, making him turn his head towards you and kiss you on your lips. He quickly pulled you by your waist onto his lap, deepening the kiss.

Shoving his tongue down your throat, you realized that Euijoo wasn't feeling as innocent as you thought he would be. You sucked on his tongue, pushing your heat against his half-hard cock. He groaned into your mouth, pushing his hips up towards your core. Slowly grinding against his cock, you could tell by the way he was panting and whining into your mouth that he was close.

Out of nowhere, you pulled your mouth away from his, smirking teasingly. "I'm sorta tired. I think I'm going to head back to bed. Besides, we have a long day ahead of us. I planned something special for us later." Euijoo pouted, playing with his fingers and wincing at his throbbing dick. "B-but baby-" "Juju, you can cuddle with me if you want. Just no funny business, okay?"

You stood up, walking back over to the bedroom. Euijoo could've sworn he was hallucinated. You never had done this to him before, leaving him feeling neglected. Either way, he followed you to the bed and laid down with you. He wrapped his arm around your waist, slightly pushing his erection against your ass. That usually gets you, right? Usually at least enough for a blowjob?

But you ignored his advances, genuinely going back to sleep and taking a nap. Euijoo whined, getting out of bed and going to the bathroom to jerk himself off, daydreaming about your body to get off.

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You woke up to your boyfriend fixing his button up in the mirror, taking the opportunity to shower and get dressed. You wore a navy tight dress that stopped at your knees, Euijoo matching with his pants. "Ready, Juju?" You asked, watching him adjust his belt. He only gave you a look, grabbing you by your wrist and taking you outside to the car.

He practically tossed you into the passenger seat, putting the directions into the console. "I p-planned a dinner date for us. Aren't you excited?" Euijoo smirked, shutting the car door. "Very. Just wait to see what i have planned when we get back." His face showed slight annoyance, which made you worry, but it also got you a little wet.

When you two arrived at the restaurant, you went to your reserved table. Euijoo knew that you prefer to sit across from him, so you two sat in the nicely decorated place. You two ordered some wine, drinking cream sherry. Euijoo suggested it because he had 'enjoyed the taste', but the waiter said it had a high alcohol percentage.

He ordered you very expensive beef, watching you enjoy your meal. "Tastes good right?" Euijoo smiled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Yeah. Really good." You couldn't even look at him because you were shoving vegetables down your throat. He ate his own meal quickly, you two ordering dessert and eating some chocolate cake. "Euijoo, this place is really nice! I wish we could go here more often." "I'm glad your enjoying it.'

When you two left the restaurant, Euijoo seemed to be in a rush to get home. He was practically speeding down to road back to the hotel. You walked back into your hotel room, Euijoo shutting the door and pushing you up against it. "I'm gonna make you remember who's in charge." he whispered into your ear, biting it slightly to make you moan. Picking you up bridal style and taking you to the bedroom, making out the entire way there. He dropped you onto the bed, unbuckling his belt as you took off your dress and panties.

He sucked on his fingers, shoving two of them inside of you. "Juju~ fuck that feels so good." Your walls quickly clenched around his fingers, watching as Euijoo bit his lip. He immediately took his fingers out, hastily replacing them with his cock. "W-wait Euijoo!" He shoved in all the way, making you moan loudly as he reached your cervix. "See, you took it. Now shut up and take my cock."

Euijoo gripped your shoulders, thrusting roughly into you. "F-fuck Juju! You feel so good." You tangled your hands into his wavy hair, Euijoo moaning at the pleasure from your tight tugs. "God, fuck. I wish I could show everyone right now. How good your taking my cock." His hips sped up, your moans staggering.

He picked you up, pushing you against the open hotel window and fucking you roughly. Your sweaty skin on your back stuck to the window, Euijoo using it as support to speed up the pace. "I hope those people outside can see how much of a whore you are, hm? You much you love getting you hole stuffed all the way full." Speeding up the pace, you couldn't help but unravel onto his cock. Squirting onto his length, you both were shocked in the moment.

Euijoo's eyes went wide, but he was extremely turned on. He came inside of you extremely quick. "Woah. You...uh. I've never seen you do that before," he barely spoke above a whisper, still in shock. Gently placing you onto the bed, he filled up the bathtub with bubbles. Lowering you into the tub, he climbed in with you, you two sitting in comfortable silence.

"Sorry about...all of that. I guess I got a little carried away," Euijoo apologized, making you softly smile. "I liked it," you spoke, kissing his cheek. "Can we finish that k-drama now?"

[brainlessrot]

Ranking NRC dorms on how much I would trust and like their cooking -

fair warning: I've skipped like most culinary croucible events and forgot 90% of the ones i played, so this is all based on my subjective reading of their vibes and the limited canon knowledge i could gather in my brain

Contents: As the title says +individual characters ranked

Characters: All dorms + students and teachers

1. Scarabia

do i even need to explain this one??

One of the first episodes in their chapter was literally cooking with jamil

I LOVE middle eastern food. give me hummus and some pita bread and im set for life.

Pre scarabia arc jamil would be a dangerous choice, but post chapter? im gonna be knocking on his door with bribes so that he gives me any extra food he made 🙏

not kalim tho, yall stay safe

(also wrote this while at Agrabah's cafe in disney land, so my opinion might be skewed)

Continues under this cut!!

2. Octavinelle

Mans whole bussiness is food

if im paying for it i better be getting something good

but would NEVER try to ask any of them to cook for me (for free obv) bc i dont think that would end well (for me)

Jade?? mixing mushrooms he found somewhere

Floyd? forgets and goes somewhere, now the kitchen is burnt

Azul? nuh huh 💀 i aint seeling my soul for some toast

theyre like, Norwegian/italian i think?? and idk much about Norwegian cuisine but like italian is soooo good 🤞

3. Heartslabyul

Only for the sweets (i might not trust trey but i have a sweet tooth)

I dont mind tea, but they better not bring out their British cuisine out

If i see any fish n chips im evaporating from that table (lies, free food is free food)

i wanna go to an unbirthday party 😔

riddle would cook something too healthy and would count my calorie intake 💀

ace or deuce? id better be getting ready to get intoxication

cater... i just dont see him cooking

4. Pomefiore

listen... theyre mostly rich pampered boys, so would they even be cooking?

i dont trust the source of Rook's food

epel would only give me apple based foods (tasty, but gets boring after a while)

Vil would probably give me those weird natural green smoothies AND I DONT WANT THAT 🤬

+ i dont like french people (jk)

5. Ighnihyde

listen

HEAR ME OUT

ik theyre all nerds and all they eat is instant ramen

BUT GREEK FOOD.

all for that greek yogurt 😩

idia doesn't know how to cook except for instant foods which i dont mind (he gets favourite character treatment)

ortho,,, questionable. He has access to the internet (aka infinite recipes) but would it taste good? hes like 10

6. Savanaclaw

sweaty men.

i should just leave it at that ngl

leona? rich ahh man (a GROWN man at that!! 20 whole years of age!!!) and he probably doesn't even know how to fry an egg

ruggie? no way he gives me anything good for free 😭

Jack is the only one i would trust, but man probably also drinks protein shakes and those sad chicken breast and rice meals.

7. Diasomnia

no thank you

i like my soul staying where it is.

i dont trust their magical food

lillia is not even my last choice if im ever hungry, he aint a choice AT ALL

Malleus... he probably doesn't know how to physically cook?? sure he can bibidi babidi boop me some food like the giant fairy godmother he is, but i want something real man 😔

Sebek... protein shake man...

Silver MUST know how to cook (living with lillia would be imposible if not) so if i HAD to, I would go to him, but i dont want him to fall asleep and faceplant on my food 😭

+ Characters Ranked in tiers! (students and teachers)

The best, five star Michelin food:

Jamil, Trey, Trein

You could be happy eating:

Vil, Epel, Floyd, Silver, Azul, Ruggie, Crewel

Its food:

Jack, Cater, idia (if making instant ramen) Ortho, Sam

its... food?:

Rook (seriously, where did he get that?), Jade, Ace, Deuce, Malleus (the food is uncorporeal), Sebek, Vargas

dubious taste, would rather not:

Riddle, Kalim, Leona (its just a slab of uncooked meat), Idia (if trying to cook real food)

call 911 BEFORE eating please:

Lillia, Grim, Crowley

[i99zhuo]

Nini's diet ୧ ‧₊˚ 𓐐⋅ eat like blackpink jennie!

this is a guide on jennie's diet plan with multiple meal + a little workout routine!

content list:

1. diet specifications

2. breakfast

3. lunch

4. dinner

5. extras!

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✸ ꒰ diet specifications + workout ꒱⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆

👒 important: I'm only sharing Jennie's diet, always consult a doctor before doing any diet, stay healthy people >.<

INFO: Jennie's diet plan is simple with meals that consist of good proteins, organic vegetables, fruits, and whole grains. In this guide I will provide 2 meal examples for breakfast, lunch and dinner that I have researched and are part of Jennie's diet.

The calories you will consume doing this diet are around 472 to 1119 depending on what options you choose to eat! [TRY AND ALWAYS STAY IN 800 cal TO 1119 cal DON'T STARVE YOURSELF!!!]

Diet duration: 3days - 7days

WORKOUT: Here is the actual workout Jennie does!

wunda twists (30s per side)

side kick kneeling (30s per side)

break (15s)

downward dog leg lift (30s per side)

downward dog ab cruch (30s per side)

break (15s)

jack knife (30s)

one legged wheel (30s per side)

bow pose (30s)

dancer pose (30s per side)

video ver. -> click me!

you can also do any of the workouts i mentioned on my previous blog!

RULES: try and make these changes in your diet in order to make it more effective!

> drink 8 glasses of water! (example -> 2 while having breakfast, 2 while working out, 2 while having lunch and 2 while eating dinner)

> reduce salt intake!

> reduce sugar intake! (use another sweetener instead, example -> stevia, honey, coconut sugar, etc.)

> have your last meal at around 6pm to 8pm

✸ ꒰ breakfast ꒱⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆

🦎 meal a: simple and light fruit breakfast 202cal

-> 1 banana (~~130g)

-> a glass of soy milk (~~200ml)

🌿 meal b: whole grain toast with boiled egg 138cal

-> 1 egg (~~55g)

-> 1 slice of wholegrain bread (~~25g)

✸ ꒰ lunch ꒱⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆

🥑 meal a: avocado salad 266cal

-> 1/2 avocado (~~120g)

-> 1 cup of cherry tomato (~~150g)

-> 4 pieces of lettuce (~~10g)

-> 1 garlic clove (~~3g)

-> a pinch of salt

-> a pinch of pepper

-> 1tbs of olive oil

🎾 meal b: salmon salad 216cal

-> 1 cup of lettuce mix (~~35g)

-> 1 palm of salmon (~~80g)

-> a handful of blueberries (~~35g)

-> 1/2 boiled egg (~~28g)

-> oriental sauce to your taste!

✸ ꒰ dinner ꒱⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆

🛣 meal a: detox juice 118cal

-> 1 apple (~~160g)

-> 1/4 cup of pineapple (~~43g)

->1 lemmon (juice) (~~15g)

-> 1 and a 1/2 cups of spinach (~~45g)

💶 meal b: porridge 280cal

-> 2 spoons of black beans (~~30g)

-> 30g of mung beans

-> 2 spoons of red beans (~~30g)

-> 1/2 cup of rice (~~100g)

-> 4 cups of water

✸ ꒰ others ꒱⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆

✳️ these are some extras you can eat if you're still hungry or craving snacks!

option 1: detox tea (2cal)

option 2: fat free yoghurt (66cal)

option 3: oatmeal cookies (217cal)

option 4: latte (86cal)

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Hey ty for reading AND waiting for this one 😭😭😭😭 I'm so sorry but I'm so unsure about this one, it's my first time trying this format sooo idk if its fine or not??? I feel like it's all over the place...

well anyways i don't really have much to say 🫡

toodlezzzzzzz

[nahisummerhold]

In His Footsteps

Nahilvi to Irenthalas: Morning Iren. Are you free to come to the city today for lunch? 

Iren: It is not like I have a terribly busy social calendar, daughter. When and where would you like to meet?

While Nahi had been resting with the more injured people in the company she had made some decisions about her life. The first had been that she was, more than ever, dedicated to working with the company and learning more about medicine along those lines. Second was that Irenthalas deserved to know about her choice of career, he was a good man that had never done anything but love her, and she loved him in return. Having not been as open as she wanted to be with him at their dinner, due to Jes’champe crashing their father daughter night, she felt that it was time to let him know about the past six months. 

Nahi: Come anytime after eleven.

Then she sent him her address. 

Iren: One minute after eleven it is. I haven't been to the city much recently, that address is in the Bazaar District, right?

The time comment made her laugh, his good nature was one of the reasons she loved him so much. The fact he had never lost it after dealing with her mother felt like a miracle to her. 

Nahi: It is, see you then.

The first thing Nahi had done when she got home from Dornagal was to clean her house, even a few weeks of dust had been too much for her neat nature, now it was neat and she had restocked her kitchen with a plan for this meal. A quiche, fresh fruit, bread she baked that morning, orange honey butter, a tiramisu from Braedyn, iced hibiscus tea and champagne chilling for toasts, if it came to that. All in all, a good apology meal.

Nahi was dressed in a long flower patterned skirt, a peach colored blouse and hid her bruises behind an ivory scarf, hating it from the moment she put it on. It was only going to be worn until he was inside and she could let him see the bruising, just to keep them from have a worried conversation on her doorstep.

Taking the quiche out from where she had it chilling at five before the hour, adding some edible flowers on top, turning it until it would be displayed at its best. Adjusting a fork on her impeccably set table, and folding a napkin over again, perfecting the crease. The knock at the door made her jump from her busy work, she was worried about this meal and her nerves were still frayed in general so she was lucky to not knock everything off the table.

Opening the door, she smiled at Iren and stepped out to wrap her step-father in a hug, not giving him a moment before settling against his comforting strength. He held her to him, Nahi’s breathing began to tremble slightly so she pulled back and motioned him in. “Come in,” she said, her voice soft trying to not let it sound as scratchy as it felt, “welcome to my new house.”

Iren was instantly distracted by that, “Your house?”

“Yes, I bought it back in December,” she shut the door behind him and placed a hand on his elbow guiding him further in, not giving him time to get a good look at her. “Let me show you around.” 

He took in details as she led him from room to room, never focusing on her just observing her space. They made sme small talk but most of his interactions were, ‘hmm’ and nods while she talked about her new little pride and joy of a home. It was so unlike him to not be engaging that her bravado began to falter, by the time they made it down to the great room she felt like she was a child who was in trouble. 

“It is lovely, very suited to you but what happened to your throat?” The physician turned to look at her directly for the first time. 

It had been a long shot that he wouldn’t notice until she could get him settled in, but since he hadn’t asked yet she had been hopeful, “It is a long story. Would you like to sit?”  

Thank the Light for his innate polite nature, he would not deny her the courtesy now that she had asked, so he moved to the table and took a seat,but remained silent waiting for her answer. Pouring tea for them both, she sat down and unwound her scarf then laid it across the back of a chair, “I was attacked in the Undermines during the rebellion.” 

Iren leaned in, gentle fingers touching her collarbone and looking over the bruising, “Were you performing there? It doesn’t seem like the type of place that would suit you.”

“I was working, I signed on with a mercenary crew back around the time of the fall,” she wasn’t going to hold back the truth of all this, so best to just state it simply. 

He didn’t stop examining her and let a little Light flow to his fingers, instantly she felt a little of the tightness in her throat loosen and her breathing became easier, not  having noticed how swollen it must have become. She hadn’t taken any of her anti-inflammatory medication that morning, it dulled her senses and she wanted to be fully present with him. “A mercenary company, Nahi? Why would you do that?”

For the past six months she wouldn’t have given an answer with conviction, just a statement that sounded lame to her, it had taken time to honestly accept what she felt then, and knew with certainty now. “I wanted to do something more than I had been.” 

They had talked many times about how she felt like she was unfulfilled in her life, she performed, worked out and took care of the house and her mother, but she wanted something more to be inspired by than the music she loved. Going from attending to her mother at court, then playing her little boring noble games to her life with him had changed her, but she had never felt like she connected to anything more than her performing. 

“And you just decided being a mercenary was the answer?” His tone was clipped, he may have not lashed out at her and was letting her take her time with his, but she knew he wasn’t happy.

Nahi picked up her glass and took a long drink, then sat it down and wiped her thumb across the condensation, “Dinaine and I talked, she thought I was a good enough fighter to find a place with a mercenary company, she said I would be wasted in a normal military setting, but no reason I couldn’t find a way to fight in the battle that was coming.”

He snorted, a sound so unexpected from him that she drew back a little. “Your ancient, militaristic fighting trainer hears a war might be starting and she gets you involved knowing you needed a purpose. I am unsurprised that this idea started with her.” Iren had served as a healer aiding the military off and on for most of his considerable lifetime, but was never truly part of a fighting force and he had strong opinions on such things.

“She,” Nahi instantly wanted to defend Dina, but nothing he said was wrong, even if the tone was less than pleasant, “thought I had potential as a fighter, said I was a true protégé for her.” Not waiting for more of his opinion on her Lightforged friend, “I had no idea where I would find a group I would want to join like that, but I chatted with a man in my performance troupe who is in the company and he suggested I talk to his commander. The discussion went well, and the man decided to take a chance on hiring me.”

“Why wouldn’t he? Cannon fodder is cheap.” Iren was not usually unrelenting but it seemed he was not taking this well, though he just continued to heal her as they spoke. 

A small shake of her head made the muscles in her neck tighten, stopping before she undid the progress he was making on what was left of her injury. “The company is not like that,” he snorted again but she pressed on, “Commander Dal’shula is a retired Argent as are most of his company. He only takes jobs he thinks his people are suited for and protecting our own is always a company priority.” 

Pride flowed into her words as she said them, it must have been picked up by him because he finally looked into her eyes, it wasn’t an easy look instead it was filled with intensity. “And this Commander, who is all about protecting his own, took a woman with ten years of practice in fighting into his ranks, did you move immediately into his tent or did he save that for later?” 

It hurt, it hurt worse than anything her step-father had ever said to her, but he had every right to be angry with her. Ignoring the implication she just kept moving forward, “I was taken in as a non-combatant, once we went to Dornagal I was set tasks like running errands, doing dishes and learning how to clean and cleaning around the camp. It was humbling, never have I felt so completely out of place.” 

Frown lines tugged his brows down and he looked to her throat again, scooting his chair closer while guiding her chin up, “I see.” 

“Then there was an attack on a camp near ours and there was no thought to it, we responded to help them.” The details of that night were unnecessary, but he would appreciate the drive to help others. It might be a little manipulative to play into his nature, but she needed to get him past his suspicions to hear the truth in her decision. “I ended up helping the healers that night, I had enough knowledge from you to know how to stay out of the way and only do what was asked of me.” 

Iren was not dumb and he recognized he was being buttered up with the last statement and he offered her a bit of a smirk, “I see what you are doing.” 

With a loving smile she continued, that hurdle was passed, his defensive reaction was fading away as quickly as she expected, “I started going to them to see one of the therapists they have in the company, I would stick around after helping with little things, busy work that I could keep my mind off what we had talked about. A couple of weeks after that I asked the lead healer if she would be willing to be a mentor to me.”  

“I am surprised that was your choice, Daughter.” Iren said then leaned back to pick up his tea, “You learned from us the basics of caring for your mother, and would listen to me talk about my work, but that never seemed to really interest you.”

“It was what you taught me that allowed me to see worth in that path and after spending time organizing the tents and field kits it gave me a realization that I might be suited to that work.” This wasn’t flattering him really, it was more the truth of her ability to hold onto what he had taught her and use it in this new phase of her life. “Other things I found in myself while living with you help too, my organizational skills, my tendency to think before reacting, those were assets that she felt made me a good prospect for working with the healers.”

Blue eyes peered at her over his glass, “Those are things we looked for in the hospital too, I always preferred working with interns that had a cool head in emergencies over those that became lost in their heads. They all might be good healers, but not all thrive in high stress situations.” He took another drink and she could see questions in his eyes so she didn’t continue her tale. “You were home a couple of months back and you said you bought this place in December, but you didn’t tell me then, why?”

Nahi didn’t look away out of her desire to remain completely open to him, “At first I just couldn’t bear the thought of dealing with anything that had to do with mother. I still don’t really, but staying away from you only punishes myself. Then I felt guilty that I stayed away, not only for you but…”

One of the things she admired about him was that she could tell him something and he wouldn’t brush it off, “You know you can visit with her, it is more your feelings at play, she doesn’t remember much now.” 

There was a look in his eyes though, pain and regret both and she thought she knew where it came from, “Does she talk about me at all?”

A deep sigh escaped him and h.e shook his head, “No dear one.”

“It is like I was never there, right? Never in her life?” It was amazing the level of pain that went with that, she spent so much time trying to just get her mother to love her. Knowing that none of it had taken root enough to show a glimpse in her dementia, just tore at something deep within. 

“Yes, Aronouthia and I have talked about it a great deal, we both feel that she just didn’t have a capacity to love you like you deserved, deserve.” The correction was sweet, his way of telling her that there was nothing wrong with her. “And we both love you, you know she thinks of you as one of her own.”

Aronouthia was her mother’s day nurse and had been invaluable when the dementia had progressed, not only in caring for Acenadalia but in helping Nahi cope with what that meant for her. “I love you both too.” 

She didn’t want to talk about her mother more, so she moved to the last uncomfortable topic. It was raw enough that she drew her knees up to her chest, balanced on the seat of the dining room chair, and placing her chin on her knees, folding herself like one of her decorative napkins. “We reported back to Dornagal when the pathway to the Undermines opened, there were small jobs that the Commander felt we were suited for.” 

Iren sneered at the mention of Talon, clearly still having less than charitable thoughts about him, but he didn’t stop her, recognizing the body posture for the defense it was, you couldn’t be a healer in a hospital for as long as he had been and not recognize the signs of trauma. “A rebellion began and we sided with the rebels. I do not know what drove the company’s decision, but I was behind it completely. We set up a makeshift hospital and when the fighting began in earnest we were overrun with people wanting to get out of the fight and the injured.” 

Reaching out, she picked up her glass of jewel red tea and took a long drink, grimacing slightly at how the acidic nature of the drink stung her throat. “We all worked for hours, there is this black blood in the caverns of the aisle of Dorn, it creates madness in those it comes in contact with.” 

Iren grimaced but she didn’t stop, couldn’t stop, “Those with the affliction began closing on the hospital and the fighters were pulling back to defend it, we had a way to cleanse those that were locked in the madness, but in the chaos one broke through and attacked me.” 

The beautiful voice that she drew so many emotions from audiences with, was raw with all the talking and with the memory, “He was a Gilnean, one afflicted with their curse, and he grabbed me, began choking me, I was unconscious before I was rescued. I spent a week after that being treated by the healers and then came home Saturday.” 

It was an abrupt ending to the tale because there wasn’t much else to explain about it, a lot had gone on. “I came back with more than the bruising,” she didn’t mean the trauma this time though, “I came back knowing that I will remain with the company moving forward.”

“And they will be lucky to have you,” he said a bit huffily.

A warm smile blossomed and it transformed the pained expression she had into something beautiful. “The other decision is that I will be meeting with a school admittance counselor later this week. I am going to study to become a nurse. I could have done more that night to help if I had more training, so I am taking a step in that direction.”

“Daughter,” Irene’s voice softened and pride showed in his eyes, “I think that you would be successful in anything you set your mind to, because you are brilliant and more stubborn than anyone I know. To know that you have found an interest in medicine, makes me feel a little like you are following in my footsteps, even if that is not your reasons.” 

The need to swallow now was not from the pain, it was because she was overwhelmed with emotion, “If there was any man on Azeroth whose footsteps I would love to follow in, they would be yours.” 

(@talonoa for mention)

[punkbakerchristine]

Breads of the World, E-G

Eggette: spherical pancake or ball waffle made of eggs, sugar, flour, and evaporated milk, also referred to as an egg puff, egg waffle, puffle, or by its Cantonese name, gai daan jai, from the beating hearts of Hong Kong and Macau

Eish merahrah: Egyptian flatbread made of fenugreek seeds and maize; the dough is fermented overnight, then flattened and baked (like the meeting ground of a flatbread and a sourdough)

Eish shamsi: a thick Egyptian sourdough bread whose name means “sun bread” as the practice of letting it proof takes place in the sun; baked in clay ovens with openings at the top, which is becoming something of a lost art with premade art becoming more common

English muffin: small, round, thin yeasted breads dusted with semolina and cooked in a skillet, served split horizontally, toasted, buttered, and eaten alone or part of a meal at breakfast or tea time in Britain and Ireland

Faluche: a pale white dense bread traditional to the Nord-pas-de-Calais region of northern France and the Tournai region of Belgium; often eaten hot with butter at breakfast, cream cheese and smoked salmon at lunch, or with brown sugar and Brie cheese as a snack

Farl: Scottish and Irish flatbread where the dough is spread out into a circle on a skillet, then cut into four equal quarters 

Farinata: Italian flatbread of chickpea flour and water, very similar to a crêpe and something of a specialty in Algeria when it was a French colony; known as fainá in Uruguay and Argentina, where it’s often eaten with pizza

Felipe: French bread roll from Argentina, Paraguay, and Uruguay that’s denser and a crust coated in semolina or cornmeal prior to baking

Ficelle: the baguette’s much thinner, longer, more baleful twin sister. Not much is known about her otherwise.

Filone: classic everyday yeasted Italian bread with a texture and crumb similar to a baguette 

Finger Bun: Australia’s version of an iced finger

Flatbread: exactly what it says on the tin, found all around the world (wouldn’t surprise me if there are some scientists down in Antarctica who invented a Victorialand flatbread or something)

Flatbrød: crispy unleavened flatbread from Norway, eaten with fish, salted meats, and soup

Flatkaka: soft, round, thin, dark rye flatbread from Iceland; fried in a small, heavy cast-iron pan which in turn leaves a distinct pattern on the sides

Focaccia: yeasted Italian flatbread with a “dimpled” surface; made with lots of olive oil and is like the wettest dough that ever wet in the world

Fougasse: yeasted French flatbread sculpted into a pattern resembling the shape of an ear of wheat or a leaf; can also be a sourdough bread but can also be a standard yeasted bread

Fruit bun: sweet rolls made with fruit, candied peel, spices, and sometimes nuts, very traditional to Britain and some of the former colonies (Jamaica, Australia, Singapore, and India; we should have them here, imo)

Fugazza: Argentinian pizza, a thick crust topped with onions and sometimes olives; derived from a Neapolitan pizza with Italian focaccia bread; variants are fugazza con queso and fugazzetta; known as figazza in Uruguay

Galette: incredibly thin French pancakes very similar to a crêpe but made with buckwheat instead of flour (they’re often also referred to as a buckwheat galette or a Breton galette for this reason); they’re also filled with savory fillings like ham, cheese, eggs, mushroom, tomatoes, onions, or salad, compared to the sweetness associated with crêpes

Galleta de Campaña: layered wheat bread with lard (kind of looks like puff pastry but way more humble), from Argentina, Uruguay, and Paraguay

Gingerbread: any baked goods flavored with ginger, cloves, nutmeg, and cinnamon, and then sweetened with honey, sugar, or molasses: ranges from a moist loaf cake to a ginger snap. The word “gingerbread” is often used to translate “pain d’épices” (“spice bread”) and also “Pfefferkuchen” (“pepper cake”). Gingerbread is thought to have arrived in Europe in 992 AD from an Armenian monk, Gregory of Nicopolis, who left western Greece for northern France and taught French Christians how to make it up until he died in 999. It then spread to Sweden and Germany afterwards where it took off from there; we can thank Queen Victoria I for gingerbread men!

Graham bread: whole wheat American bread made from the same whole-wheat high-fiber flour used to make Graham crackers, milk, molasses, yeast, and salt, named for health reformer Sylvester Graham, whom we can thank for vegetarianism 

Granary loaf: a standard loaf made from malted flour, known as “Granary flour”; bakeries tend to refer to these as “malthouse loaves” (malt, by the way, is any grain or cereal, usually barley, that has been soaked in water and then dried out with hot air)

Green onion pancake: savory, non-leavened flatbread folded with oil and sliced green onions, from China

Guokui: a kind of bing (flatbread) made from flour specifically from Shaanxi, China—there are variations from Jingzhou (Hubei), Henan, Sichuan, and Gansu; the Jingzhou version has a dough of flour, water, yeast, and sugar and then filled with a savory filling like chicken, beef, and pickled vegetables, or red bean paste (sometimes called the “Chinese naan” given its flattened nature and means of cooking in a tandoor oven); the Shaanxi version is a foot long in diameter, an inch thick, and weighs 2.5 kilos/~1 pound 

[nyaa]

Lets talk about me instead, i wanted to make burgers tonight but i was way too tired to for that so i just settled on putting avocado spread on some toast and it was boring as fuck i probably didn't do a lot right. Im just so exhausted and i always have to wake up early for work and like it would make my day if i had some flavorful food but cooking sucks. Its so messy and takes up so much time, shopping for groceries is so expensive and making meal plans is difficult. It really sucks a lot of stuff is pretty bland and you have to add a ton of spices and sauces for something to taste good why can't the best stuff be simple to make? I love deep fried/greasy food but unfortunately "healthy" had to be a concept and i can't eat the same thing every day. I just want to open a refrigerator and have a meal magically appear each time. They have to selectively breed fruit to make it taste sweeter, why can't everything be good to a default its not fair

I squirt stevia on raw broccoli and eat Ezekiel bread from the freezer so i don’t think im a good person to have this conversation with

[lilypadlys]

Domestic December Day 12 - Someone Set Off the Fire Alarm

In which Phantom discovers how toasters work. And what the smoke alarm is for…

Notes: Mention of wounds and blood but not too graphic. Don't worry, Phantom just has an accident and Aether quickly patches him up. Prompt list by comp-lady. See prompt list here

Midnight snacks and fire alarms below the cut or on AO3

Phantom wakes up at three in the morning, unable to get back to sleep. No matter how much he tosses and turns, sleep continues to elude him. Sighing, he decides to just get up. Maybe he’ll quietly watch a movie or something. He wanders into the common room, blankets in tow and begins to dig through the dvd collection when his stomach growls.

Phantom whimpers. Usually he sleeps in and the other ghouls have breakfast ready by the time he wakes up. Swiss or Cumulus or Rain also generally help him make food at other meals as well. Now though, he’s on his own. He pads into the attached kitchen and pokes through the cupboards and fridge. While there’s plenty of food, most of it is too intimidating for his novice cooking skills or temperamental stomach. His stomach growls loudly again.

His eyes settle on the bread basket. Toast would be good, he thinks. He pulls out a couple slices of bread and sets them in the toaster oven. He turns it on but he’s unsure what temperature to select or how long to leave the bread in there. He wants it done fast so he shrugs and cranks the temperature dial up to max. Then he starts digging around the fridge for the grape jam.

It takes a while, the jar having been moved from its usual spot. When he finally finds the grape jam, the jar is practically empty. Grumbling, Phantom tosses it aside and retrieves the strawberry jam instead. In his frustration, he forgets about the toast. He’s in the middle of trying to unscrew the sticky lid when an aggressive and ear piercing screeching noise begins. Phantom startles, dropping the glass jam jar. It shatters at his feet and one of the shards wedges itself in his bare foot.

Overwhelmed and in pain, Phantom drops to the ground and curls up with his eyes shut and hands pressed over his ears. Mercifully the noise stops and he hesitantly opens his eyes. Swiss is knelt next to him with a concerned look. Aether is holding the fire extinguisher and foam coats the inside of the toaster oven. Mountain is resetting the fire alarm. The rest of the pack sleepily wanders into the common room with confused expressions.

“Hey Bug.” Swiss murmurs. “You alright?”

Phantom manages a nod, too embarrassed and overwhelmed to verbally respond.

“Can Aether take a look at your foot?”

Another nod.

Aether comes over and kneels next to Swiss. “Hey Batling. Gonna see if I can help, okay?”

“Uh huh.”

Aether gently lifts Phantom’s injured foot. There’s blood but not too much. The shard of glass only nicked him. Cumulus comes over with the first aid kit and Aether takes it with a grateful smile.

“I’m gonna get you all patched up okay? Just need to remove the glass and use some antiseptic. Then I can heal the wound. I’m sorry, it might hurt a little.”

Phantom nods and grits his teeth. Swiss holds his hand while Aether works.

Aether counts him down. “Three, two, one.” He eases the glass shard out with tweezers. Phantom hisses and Swiss does his best to comfort him. Aether cleans the wound before healing it with quintessence. By the time he’s done there isn’t even a mark.

“There we go. All done.” Aether says. “Sorry about that.”

“You did so good Bug.” Swiss praises. “Feeling a little better?”

“Uh huh.” Phantom nods. His foot does feel better. Now though, with the issue of his foot resolved, he now notices the fatigue on everyone’s faces. “I-I’m sorry…”

“For what Batling? Accidents happen.” Aether soothes.

“But, I woke everyone up. I couldn’t sleep so I tried to make a snack but then…I just made a mess.” He starts to sniffle, words cut off by choked sobs.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay.” Swiss purrs. “You didn’t mean too. Nobody is mad at you. It happens.”

“R-really?”

“Really. We’ll get the kitchen all cleaned up in the morning and everything will be fine.”

“O-okay.”

“What do you need now, Batling?” Aether rubs his head. “Still hungry or do you want to go back to bed?”

Phantom’s stomach rumbles even more institantly than before, answering for him. Phantom can’t help but giggle as Aether and Swiss chuff.

Aether smiles. “Toast coming right up.”

With the toaster oven temporarily out of commission, Aether gets Dew to toast some bread real quick. Swiss even tracks down grape jam from the communal kitchens. Stomach satiated, Phantom lets Aether and Swiss bring him back to bed. After all the excitement, he’s able to fall right back to sleep.