#get it all chopped use up the last of my garlic

[yewstronaut]

*insert bat emoji here*

#so im trying to make fucking pasta right? #and the first round i make i get evrything all set up onions look amazing poor my tomatoes in #wrong fucking tomatoes #how no big deal youd think #wrong! i suffer from bad texture disease and these are bad texture tomatoes!! #so i go to do a new ruond #with a white onion cause im out of yellow now #get it all chopped use up the last of my garlic #start the sautee #have to go to the bthrm turn stove off go do come back turn stove on #onions only have a little way to go #fucken burn them #like black tar #i have never burned smthn this bad in the like decade ive been cooking #of course now im out of garlic #still havent eaten anything today #and all i wanna do is cry #oh and the entire apt smells like burnt popcorn #i wish i could order food #anyways i guess imma scrub the fuck burn out of the bottom of the pot and make garlicless tomato sauce cause i have no other fucking food

[noosayog]

[Not just Nostalgia] ft. Miya Atsumu

wc: 2.3K

contents/warnings: exes to lovers

noos's notes: I love exes to lovers but I feel like I really didn't do it justice here :( i'm not the biggest fan of this but I spent so long writing this, I wanted to share. I hope at least y'all enjoy it :)

Often, when you return to your hometown in Hyogo, you can’t help but be swept up in nostalgia. It happens when you walk by the convenience store and remember eating popsicles with your classmates. It happens when you pass by the rolling green hills and remember riding your bike along the cherry blossom lined path. It happens when you pass by your high school and remember all the memories you made there. Somehow though, there aren’t any memories that outshadow the moments you shared with your then-boyfriend. You remember helping him bleach his brassy blond hair, sitting in the stands long after school to wait for his practice to end, and tutoring him despite your being one year younger than him. 

But nostalgia is just that and you know better than to let yourself be swept away by sentimentality. You know better than to let yourself forget the reason why you had to leave. Being back here for the summer is a risk, but surely you can’t spend the rest of your life avoiding your home, whether that be a home of rose-tinted memories or bitter heartbreak. 

– 

Your hometown is a small one and running into Atsumu is hardly an improbable outcome. It happens a bit sooner than you’re expecting, but it’s been over a year now and you have to muster up some courage. The only thing more pathetic than still moping about the break up is being the ex-girlfriend who can’t move on from the man who broke up with her. 

When you see each other, Atsumu doesn’t hesitate. There’s no prolonged staring match and no awkward silence. In fact, Atsumu seems to have completely forgotten what happened the last time you saw each other because he greets you with an unreserved hug and an excited “It’s so good to see you again!” 

You can’t deny the fact that it hurts that this is so easy for him, but you’d rather it be like this than the estranged limbo of being exes. Being with him, even in this capacity brings you back to high school and you’re swept along in his pace all over again. 

You never stopped, really. 

He asks about your family and reminisces about how much your mom used to love him. In the same breath, he invites himself over because he wants to see how she’s doing. In spite of his easy demeanor, you notice the slight flicker in his gaze, endearingly worried that he might be overstepping his bounds. Your longing for him returns in full force when he looks at you with those straightforward eyes, mixed with sweet caution. Like he still cares that he might be making you uncomfortable. 

So what’s a girl to do but let the object of her affection bulldoze through her plans to remember why she keeps the door to her heart tightly shut? 

–

“Hi, ma’am,” he grins at your mother when he walks through the doors. 

Your mom looks up from where she’s chopping garlic and welcomes Atsumu with a curt hello. Considering she’s ignored every friend who has ever visited, she’s making it pretty clear who her favorite ex of yours is. Turning back to her garlic, she commands you, “go take your boyfriend to the living room.” 

She still doesn’t like him enough to remember his name and you find comfort in that at least. 

“He’s not my boyfriend anymore, mom.” You remind her often when she asks about your blond, tall boyfriend. 

“Oh. He’s not?” she shrugs. “Well, go get him some tea.” 

“Yes, mom.”

Atsumu smirks when you meet him in the living room with tea. “She thinks we’re still dating?” 

You roll your eyes. “Don’t let it get to your head. She just doesn’t care enough to remember our history.” 

He wiggles his brows, “our history?” 

Insufferable. 

He keeps this up all night. Your mother, impossible to charm, continues to throw blunt remarks at him over dinner, but he lets them glide over his head. He even makes your mom laugh. 

It’s because he’s like this that you can’t let him go completely. He makes it too easy to imagine what could have been. 

–

For Atsumu, seeing you again was an out of body experience. He barely remembers the moment he said goodbye to you at his graduation ceremony with the flimsy excuse of wanting to focus on going pro. But he does vividly remember the day he came home a year later, only to find that you had left town the day you graduated. And despite his love for the sport, not even he could spend every waking hour playing. The hours that weren’t preoccupied by practice were spent thinking of you. Turns out, he proved himself wrong. Apparently, he really could balance going pro and being with you, because even though he didn’t have you anymore, you still owned the other half. 

Shameless as he is, he could not bring himself to pester your friends or your mom to find out where you had gone. It was the least he could do for you. For you. At least that’s what he tells himself.

Then he runs into you at the supermarket. He sees you first, lugging a basket around and looking perfectly fine while he’s in complete shambles. He follows you around for a good 5 minutes, never mind how creepy that is, practicing conversations in his head. It pays off when he weasels his way into your house, then all the more when he feels a flare of pride in knowing that he’s the one your mother remembers.

The remaining semblance of his composure comes crashing down when Kageyama, whom Atsumu has always found pleasure in competing against, shows up without warning. 

It’s a pleasant surprise, really, when he happens to see Kageyama in front of a vending machine with his signature scowl. Atsumu calls out in his jolly, pleasant facade, but Kageyama skips over Atsumu in favor of greeting you.

You smile. “What are you doing here, Tobio? You should’ve told me!” 

“You know each other?” 

You both turn your attention to Atsumu. 

“Yeah,” Kageyama nods. 

“We live in the same building in Tokyo,” you supply. 

“Oh.” 

Atsumu has read enough shoujo manga to imagine the worst. 

It’s no longer imagination when he hears you tell Tobio to swing by to see your mom. He watches Kageyama nod and then make this exit without fuss. The whole interaction leaves Atsumu confused and uneasy. 

–

You think the universe must be playing jokes on you when you come home and find Atsumu at your front door. You’re not sure if this is some sort of torture or Atsumu really just wants to be friends again. You sigh and let him in, walking past your mom in the kitchen again. 

“Oh?” your mom begins. “Here again?” 

He grins, all charm. “Couldn’t stay away for long, ma’am. Your cooking is too good.” 

She harrumphs. “I know you’re here for my child.” 

Atsumu laughs, but she’s already back to cleaning the vegetables in the sink. 

Atsumu’s halfway to the living room and you’re preparing the tea when she abruptly stops chopping and whips her head up towards you. “What about the other boy?” 

Atsumu freezes.

“What other boy, mom?” 

“The black hair one. Doesn’t talk, only nods.”

You ignore her and she just goes back to chopping vegetables. It was just a passing thought for her, but you can only hope Atsumu didn’t hear. 

–

“Doesn’t talk, only nods.” Atsumu hears your mom say. 

He freezes in the hallway, hoping to hear any elaboration you or your mother has. You say nothing though, and meet his eyes as you round the corner. He hopes you’ll explain but you don’t say anything and brush past him to the living room. He feels a hot flash of anger; doesn’t he at least deserve an explanation? 

But it cools quickly when he reminds himself that he does not. He does not deserve an explanation or anything from you for that matter. He’s just an ex-boyfriend. 

Atsumu used to tell himself that if you ever found someone else, they wouldn’t compare to him. What could that anyone have that he doesn’t? He’s tall, an olympian athlete, close with your mother, the list goes on.

He never thought it would be this easy for you to find someone who meets all of those requirements just as easily. Except, Kageyama had a leg up in that he didn’t break up with you because he wants to focus on his career.

Irrational, boiling hot, searingly stinging jealousy floods his gut. God, Atsumu has never been more aware of his decision to break up with you, that he somehow conjured up the thought that he couldn’t handle going pro after high school and maintaining his relationship with you. He has had moments like this, regretting his decisions and missing you to like crazy. Seeing you back here in Hyogo, he had tricked himself into thinking everything would be the same after all the time that has passed. Yet, in your time apart, maybe you have moved on and someone else has presented themself as the better option.

That was time he had practically gifted to someone else. 

He wishes so badly he could yell out that he isn’t satisfied with the way things are. 

I don’t want to be just an ex. I’m not just an ex. I can’t just be an ex.

It’s sometime after dinner, your mom urging you to at least walk “boyfriend one” to the door, when Atsumu finally asks.

“Am I just an ex to you?” 

You open your mouth to answer but Atsumu barrels on. Not because he has more to say, but because he can’t stand to hear your answer.

“Actually, no. Don't answer that. I can't just be an ex to you. I can't just be your ex.” 

You’re silent. 

“What-” do I have to do to make you choose me again. 

“How-” can I make you fall in love with me again? You were in love with me once. Why can’t you do it again? 

“Why-” him? 

Miserable, he blinks up at the sky, eyes heavy. 

“You were in love with me once, why can't you do it again?” he whispers.

Either you don’t hear any of his questions, or you choose to ignore them, but you do say, “Tobio and I went on one date in Tokyo.” 

Atsumu keeps his eyes averted. It’s the explanation he asked for but not the one he wanted. 

“And that was it. We’re just friends now. He ended up needing to visit Hyogo once and he came over for dinner as a friend. That’s when he met my mom.” 

“Then why does she remember him?” still trying to keep up some semblance of nonchalance, when he feels anything but. 

“She just likes tall men. You know that, Atsumu.” 

He doesn’t like the implication that he’s only a favorite because he’s tall. In that case, any one of his teammates except for Shoyo has him beat there. 

“What about you,” he whispers, fists clenched. 

“What?” 

Atsumu takes a deep breath. He needs to make a decision here. Is he going to lay it all out for you here or is it finally time to let you go for good? Would you even give him a chance after all this time? 

The decision is easy, selfish even, to make. 

“What about you,” he says, voice shaking, eyes watering, but he doesn’t hide it from you anymore. 

“Atsumu… what about me?” you ask, not understanding. 

“What about how you feel about me? Right now?”

Atsumu watches your expression shutter, exactly like how it did when he broke up with you. 

“Because,” he rushes out. “Because I’ve never stopped loving you. I made such a big mistake when I made the selfish, one-sided decision to leave you with that stupid excuse. If anything, with the amount of time I spent missing you, that proves that I can do both. 

“And I know it’s incredibly selfish of me to do this now. To want you to come back after all I did and how long I waited to tell you all this, but if there’s even a chance…” 

He’s practically giving a soliloquy now, so he doesn’t notice that you’ve stepped into his space until you’re grasping him by the forearms. 

He cuts himself off with a deep inhale when he feels your warm touch. You bore into his eyes, staying silent. He calls your name in reverent whisper. 

“Atsumu, do you know how much you hurt me?” 

He nods. 

“Do you really regret it that much?” 

He nods. 

“Then why didn’t you come to see me?” 

“I-” he has a number of excuses. He could say that he didn’t know where you went. That he wanted to give you your space. But he was just scared this whole time. Scared of what he’d find when he found you and it was only luck that he ran into you at the grocery store. He tells you the truth. 

You ponder this for a bit, eyes wide but unreadable. 

“Do you know why you’re my mom’s favorite?” you ask after a while.

“Because I’m tall?” 

You laugh, your hands that were still holding onto his arms sliding down to slip into his palms. Atsumu’s mind isn’t keeping up here, because surely this doesn’t mean that you- 

“Tobio’s tall too,” you respond. The suspense is killing him. 

“You’re her favorite because she’s my mom and she knows me. Atsumu, if I didn’t still love you, you would’ve never stepped foot in my house again.” 

His wheels are still spinning when he feels your thumbs brushing the tears in his eyes away. You smile, and it’s the same smile he remembers. You know you’re both thinking the same thing when your eyes finally meet. It’s definitely not just nostalgia, the way fireworks explode when your lips meet after all this time.

#noos writes #haikyuu angst #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #hq x reader #hq x y/n #hq fluff #hq imagines #hq angst #miya atsumu #miya atsumu fluff #miya atsumu angst #miya atsumu x you #miya atsumu x reader

[inoreuct]

What if, in some circumstances which I cannot even think of, Sanji cannot cook himself and has to tell Zoro what to do.

And Zoro's sword skills are NOT equal to his knife skills 😭

Sanji also would use fancy chef vocabulary to give commands like "now sauté those onions until they're godlen-brown" or something and Zoro's like da fuck's a co-lander. why would you need like 5 different pans.

BADABING BADABOOM HERE YOU GO REG MY DEAR technically pre-rs but they act like they’ve been married decades. ANYWAYS enjoy 🤭🤭

Zoro swore as the knife slipped again, skidding flat against the chopping board with a dull scrape that made him wince. 

In hindsight, this was all the stupid cook’s fault. Bastard just had to go and break his arm; Sanji had tried to do things one-handed for a while before he’d evidently gotten fed up and stuck his head out the galley door to scream for Zoro to help with lunch at top volume, apparently under the assumption that since Zoro was a master swordsman he’d be able to handle knives.

And by all rights, he should. He was the demon pirate hunter. He carried his best friend’s dream like a talisman in his pocket. He wasn’t going to let himself be bested by a fucking vegetables and a knife.

But Zoro was quite certain that barring his sense of direction, he had never been quite this bad at anything in his entire existence. 

The garlic had been miniscule, the celery had been too fucking slippery, the onions had made his eyes burn, and now this stupid carrot kept trying to run away from him. He could handle rough chops, sure; but when Sanji was being all picky about— 

“I said medium dice, marimo, not mutilate.”

“I don’t know what that fucking means, shithead,” Zoro gritted, not even bothering to turn around where Sanji was sitting at the dining table. He re-aligned the knife and felt inexplicably betrayed when it slipped again, slicing diagonally into the carrot. It was a miracle he hadn’t taken off a finger yet. 

He felt stupid. Awkward and useless and out of his element, it was just cooking, for fuck’s sake—

“Marimo.” 

“What,” he snapped, fingers tightening around a wooden handle. Sanji’s tone had gone soft around the edges and it rankled him, made him feel irrationally angry like a tiger pacing around in its cage, trapped and seething—

“This one’s on me,” Sanji murmured, coming around to hover by his side, something Zoro couldn’t identify in the set of his face. “Shouldn’t have assumed that you’d be good with knives just because you’re good with swords.”

The words sent a wave of panic through Zoro, stomach dropping fast enough that he ran his mouth. A need to please he hadn’t felt since he was a child. Desperation not to disappoint. “Shut the fuck up, I am, I just—” He snapped his jaw shut, pressing his teeth together hard. “Just… Give me a minute to figure it out.”

“You’re already doing better than I was, when I started,” Sanji said lightly, hair falling across his face as he tipped his head. 

“You were a child,” he ground out. The knife clattered as he put it down to shake out his hands. “S’not saying much.” 

The cook hummed, strangely gentle. “Still. It’s alright—”

“I don’t want your pity.”

And, oh. That’s what it was, wasn’t it? Pity. Zoro felt like a dumb kid again, and it was so much worse because it was Sanji. And he didn’t want to think about the implications of that, so he sneered, “Don’t look down on me, shitty cook. You and your fancy-ass cooking terms and your hundred and one pans and—”

Sanji cut him off with a bark of a laugh, tossing his head back. His left arm was immobilised in a sling, tucked close to his body as he moved behind Zoro and reached around him to pick the knife up again. “Your brains must really be full of moss if you think I’m looking down on you. Come on.” He offered Zoro the handle, and the swordsman didn’t need to look to know that Sanji was smiling over his shoulder. “One last try.”

He worked his jaw for a second, and huffed through his nose. “I fucking swear, curly, if I get cut—”

“You won’t,” Sanji replied, resolute as he watched Zoro take the knife. 

“How do you know?”

“Because you’re not stupid and I’m not careless, especially not with you.” 

The last part had been a little quieter, riding on a rushed breath, and Zoro eyed the cook pensively as slender fingers wrapped around his hand.

“Here. Like this.” 

With Sanji’s help, he cut the carrot into lengthwise sticks and then neat cubes, chopping up a few more before dumping the whole lot into a bowl with most of what he’d already cut. Sanji shifted away, poking a chopstick into the oil he’d left to heat.

“See the bubbles?” he murmured, peering down into the pot. “That’s how you check if it’s hot enough.” He twisted one of the knobs down before grabbing the vegetables and dumping them in, shifting the pieces around with a wooden spatula as they sizzled gently. “This is a mirepoix,” he said, pronouncing it meer-pwah. “It forms the flavour base of a lot of dishes. The aim is to use low heat, cook it down really slow— so that it doesn’t burn and you bring out the sweetness.” 

He was speaking softly enough that it could have been to himself, but the commentary was obviously for Zoro’s benefit, and Zoro. Did not like how that was making him feel at all. 

They were quiet for a while as Sanji did his thing, and the swordsman crossed his arms as he leaned his hip against the counter. The sun filtering in through the window was lighting Sanji’s hair up gold, washing his features in a subtle glow that emphasised the softness of his expression, relaxed and so entirely in his element that it made Zoro’s chest ache. Made something press up beneath his lungs, made it hard to breathe, and it ached.

Impervious to his inner turmoil, Sanji continued, stirring frequently as the galley started to smell really good. “When the onion turns translucent, that’s the sweet spot—” The chopped (more mushed, if Zoro was inclined to be honest) garlic from earlier went in with a vicious sizzle, then a few dashes of different sauces and a good pour of chicken stock. “Could you get the black pepper?” 

Zoro grunted, grabbing the grinder from the corner and putting a few good cracks into the pot as Sanji added salt, stirred one last time, and propped the lid on partway. “That’s it?” 

“That’s it,” Sanji confirmed, smirking, but not unkindly. “Once that simmers down it’ll be our soup, and I’ll just have to cook some noodles. I was planning for mussels in a garlic butter white wine reduction and seared scallops with this delicious spiced pomegranate and herb glaze, but— I think that might have killed you.” Something must have shown on Zoro’s face, because the cook laughed, bright and easy. “You did good, marimo, all things considered. I’d probably be horrid at sword fighting. We’re even.”

Zoro scowled, fighting back against the spark that flared in the depths of his chest at that thought. Sparring with Sanji, in his element, giving the cook shit for it but also helping. Teaching. “Hurry up and get better, and we’ll see.” 

Sanji groaned, rolling his eyes even as he chuckled. “You’re gonna kick my ass, aren’t you.”

Maybe. But even more than that… He thought about how Sanji had held his hand over the knife, patient but not condescending even though he could have been, the skin of his wrist cool against Zoro’s forearm. The look on his he face as he did what he loved and the way it had made something warm bloom behind Zoro’s sternum. The swordsman let his teeth peek in a lazy grin as his chin tipped up; an entire challenge. Half of the bite. “We’ll see.”

fin.

#zosan #zosan fanfic #one piece zosan #op zosan #zoro x sanji #mirepoix was one of the first things i learned to cook this was so nostalgic #also zoro’s less repressed than i expected wowwwwwww #ronoroa zoro #one piece zoro #one piece sanji #black leg sanji #one piece #vinsmoke sanji #ask box #ino’s ask box

[the-infamous-eel]

I don't cook my chili from a recipe anymore, but rather by knowing what flavors I want and how to cook to achieve them. However, @theoutcastrogue asked for the recipe, so here's a guide, instead.

Before I begin, a couple of caveats. This was developed through trial and error. Nothing was written down. There's little in the way of measurements or exact times. Vibes only

Ingredients

1 lb ground ground beef. Cubed chuck roast or stew meat is great, too. Use whatever you want, I don't care. I'm not the chili cops

1 white onion, diced

3 large cloves of garlic, minced

Chilies. In this case I used 2 Fresnos, 1 jalapeño, and 1 Serrano. De-seeded and chopped fine. This was a spicy chili, but I hate spicy for spicy's sake. It's all about heat and flavor, so soaked my chilies in water and vinegar to take some of the heat out, but leave the flavors. I like to control the spice (because he who controls the spice, blah blah blah) and adjust for heat later, so this gives me wiggle room. You can also use less chilies or sub in poblanos or Anaheims. You can also use dried chilies, but that's all you.

1 can of chipotle peppers in adobo sauce. From this I took 3 peppers and rinsed them off. Again, reducing the initial heat so I can adjust manually later. These I chopped up, seeds and all. I reserved 2 tablespoons of the adobo sauce to use when adjusting heat (I never had to, btw. It was perfect)

About a half cup of whatever spice mix you like. Again, I'm not the spice cops. I used about a tablespoon each of chili powder, ancho chili powder, smoked paprika, and about a teaspoon of cumin, coriander, salt, pepper, and Tajin. Maybe some others I can't remember

Tomato paste

1 can of diced tomatoes (14 oz)

1 can of kidney beans (12 oz). When I'm making a larger batch, I'll use 2 (two) 12 oz cans of tomatoes and a can of kidney beans, plus a can of black or pinto beans. Do whatever you like.

Fresh lime

Ok, on to the process... heat up a couple of tablespoons of oil in a large Dutch oven or stew pot, over medium heat. Toss in your onions and a pinch of salt and turn the heat down a notch. Sweat out the onion for about 10 minutes, stirring frequently until they begin to get soft and translucent. Now throw in the diced chilies (draining first, of course). Keep stirring for another 10 minutes.

While this is cooking down, take 1/3 of your spice mix and work it into your ground beef (or coat all your stew meat in the spice)

Finally, add the garlic and cook for another 5 minutes. It should all look like this

Now remove everything with a slotted spoon or whatever spoon or ladle like implement you have. Set it aside.

Now turn the heat back up to medium high. There should be just enough oil left in the pot to sear up your beef, so toss that in when it gets hot again. Break it apart, but don't stir that shit yet. LET IT BROWN! Just leave it alone for like 2 minutes. Ok, good? Now toss in another 1/3 of your spice mix and give a stir. Get it good and coated. Stir occasionally until browned.

Drain the fat a little, but leave some. Now toss in your chipotles and about a half a tablespoon of tomato paste and let that cook for a minute or two, stirring occasionally. Add all the onion, chilies, and garlic. Stir it up and let the flavors mingle. It should look like this...

As a brief aside, I'm a huge proponent of letting each addition cook down a little, letting each new ingredient have a chance to make friends with everything else. It builds layers of flavor. It takes time, though. If you're in a rush, that's ok. It'll still taste good if you want to just add things together quicker and add more stuff at once. Might not be as good, but still good.

Next, it bean time. Not much to say here. Beans go in, everything gets stirred around a bit for while. Couple minutes, maybe.

After everything has done a meet and greet for a few minutes, add your tomatoes and the last 3rd of your spice mix. Stir. Wait a minute. Stir. Wait another minute. Stir. Now taste!! It's ok if at this point it tastes a little tinny, or little too much like tomatoes from a can. Don't worry about it. You did just add a big-ass can of tomatoes, but that's gonna mellow out as it cooks down. However, if it's bothering you, like it did me, or if it's already too spicy, here's where you can add your secret ingredients. Bacon, rendered down and chopped up is always a good choice. For this batch I drizzled in maybe a teaspoon of maple syrup (that real shit. No fake butter flavored corn syrup) and a quarter cup cream.

At this point everything should be well mingled and the flavors are starting to really meld. You may be tempted to adjust the heat at this point. You do you, cowboy, but I'd save that for near the end. And we're nowhere near the end, just through the hard part.

Put a lid on it. Turn the heat down to low. Let it simmer. My stove cranks out a decent amount of heat, even at the lowest end of the dial, so that's where I set it. If your stove top isn't a gas furnace the likes of which would make Hephaestus jealous, maybe just a touch above low. Bubbly simmer, but not boiling is what you're looking for.

Brab a beverage of your choice, set a timer for 30-45 minutes, and go fuck off and do something else. I finished up the UC Vanguard questline in Starfield for the 3rd time. Every 30-45 minutes, go stir it. Make sure it's not reducing too much. If it is, add a touch of beef broth or water. Taste it. Savor the anticipation of a good-ass bowl of chili in your future.

Keep that up anywhere from an hour-ish to whenever. I let mine go for 2 1/2 or 3 hours. About 30 minutes before you plan on serving it, give it another taste. Nows when you can adjust for seasoning, spice level, etc. I probably put enough chili peppers in for a batch twice this size, so it was spicy. Delicious, but spicy. I added another 1/4 cup of cream to cut it a bit. It's your call.

After letting any adjustments meld into the rest of the flavors for about 30 minutes, serve it up!! I squeezed some fresh lime juice over it, and served it with sour cream, shreddy cheese, and some pickled red onions I started before I began my chili journey. Bone Apple Teeth!

#chili #food #recipe #soup season #spicy #long post

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

heyy <3

I’ve had this idea about a soft!Nathan Bateman fic and I realized you’re just the right person for it.

On tiktok I’ve seen these videos about this pet watching robot called "ebo" (that most couples have been using to annoy each other)

link

maybe the reader isn't at home but Nathan's busy tinkering away in his office and they pester him with the ebo. Or it's one of Nathan's new projects he's testing and the reader just finds it so humorous. Whatever direction you wanna go in🫶🏾

Ahhhh thank you so much for this ask! ❤️ Oh my goodness, I had such a lovely time writing this! ❤️

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, I can only write soft Nathan because I’m a big softie and am WEAK for this man.

Ebo

Nathan Bateman X GN!Reader Rating: T Masterlist | ao3 | want to be tagged? | request info

Warnings: Typos! Railroad sentences! Soft!Nathan being a big old lovey dovey softie! Please let me know if I've missed a warning!

Word Count: 983

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“Hey, hey, Nathan, hey,” you purposefully move the ebo into his ankle when he doesn’t look down straight away. “Bateman, hey, hey, hey.”

He tuts and looks down, unimpressed. “Can I help you?” He’s hunched over his desk, sitting at what should be the most uncomfortable angle possible as he types. 

“You haven’t eaten in: six hours.” You put on your very best robot voice. 

“I’ve eaten.”

You tut. “You’re a bad liar.”

“That’s not fair, I’m a great liar.” Nathan picks up the little ebo robot and the live camera feed on your screen goes all wobbly for a second. He carefully puts it on the desk next to him and carries on working. 

You snort and make the robot spin in tight little circles. “You need to eat, you know.” 

Nathan sighs dramatically before looking at you, and you can’t help but laugh at his expression. 

“I never should have got you this, you know.” 

You fake outrage. “What could you possibly mean?

He scowls and then to your absolute amusement pokes his tongue out at you before continuing to type.

A small smile spreads on his face as he hears you laugh through the ebo.

Over your time together he’s grown a lot more playful, far more willing to do silly things just to amuse you, your happiness being the highest award he could get. 

You let him work for a few minutes (and actually do some typing yourself) before you start up again. 

“Nathan Bateman, I have detected an error in your system.” You speak in the over the top robotic voice again, while gently ramming the ebo into his arm. “Your energy levels are: looooow. Please ingest sustenance immediately. Or you will: Power Down.”

He pulls a face at you over the top of his glasses. “I’ll put you in a drawer.” 

“You wouldn’t dare.” 

He pauses for a moment, starting at the little robot before he grabs hold of it. 

“Nathan!” 

There is a split second where you are sure he’s going to follow through and do exactly that, but instead he stands up and walks out of the room, holding the ebo in his hands as if it was a pet. 

He makes sure the camera is facing outwards so that you can see where you’re going as he makes the short journey to the kitchen. 

“I can roll you know,” you say teasingly.

“I don’t trust your driving.” Nathan replies, completely deadpan. 

“What? You don’t trust my driving?” 

“Nope.”

“Well, I don’t trust your driving.”

He scoffs. “I can drive better than you.”

“When was the last time you drove and weren’t driven, Bateman?” 

There is a slight pause, but it’s enough. 

“That’s not the point.” He says at the exact same time you speak: “Ha! See!”

You can hear him laugh, the screen shakes ever so slightly in his hands. 

Once he’s in the kitchen he puts the ebo onto the large countertop. 

“Put me on the floor.” 

He gives you another look over his glasses. “I’m not letting you run into my ankles again.” 

“Meanie.” 

He turns away from you, pretending to look in a cupboard, but you can see his shoulders shake a little as he laughs. 

“How is your work going?” You ask as he chops onion and garlic on the countertop next to you. 

“Hmm, okay, I think I’ve found the main error in the code.” 

It’s a little thing, him cooking. But it means a lot. You know normally he wouldn’t bother, when you’re away his eating habits (and schedule) tend to go out of the window. When you’re there he’s usually the one reminding you to eat. Nathan is surprisingly good at caring for people who aren’t himself. 

You know why he’s cooking now and not later; your time difference means that it will be the middle of the night when he should be eating dinner. He’d rather eat with you than alone.

You chat as he cooks, mainly asking him about his work. You purposefully avoid talking about the conference your attending. Even when Nathan asks, you brush it off with a quick ‘it’s okay’. 

You’ll tell him in detail when you get back. When you can annoy him, lovingly, with kisses in between your sentences. When you don’t have to pretend you can’t see that sad look in his soft brown eyes because you’re not there. 

That’s probably the worst part. The fact that he is trying his best to hide how the distance between you affects him. But it’s still written all over his face. 

He stirs the sauce on the hob, taking a teaspoon from a side drawer and tasting it. He hums for a second before adding a little more salt. 

“Hey, I want a taste.” 

Nathan turns to look at the ebo. You think he’s going to say something sarcastic but instead he gets out a new teaspoon (which makes you laugh) and dips it into the sauce. 

He blows on it, holding his other hand underneath so that it doesn’t drip. Steam floats up in rolling waves and his glasses fog up ever so slightly. Before he brings it over to the ebo. 

He holds it in front carefully and you move forward slowly, pretending to take a bit. 

“Hmmm! Tastes good!”

Nathan laughs. And playfully calls you an idiot. 

When he serves up his food, he moves the ebo from the countertop to the table, you do a double take and are very glad that Nathan can’t see you. 

He’s set a mini place next to him, with a tiny side plate of food. He doesn’t say anything, but you can see him glancing at you from under his eyelashes. 

You make the ebo spin around in a circle before moving closer to your plate and making an exaggerated ‘yum’.

Nathan laughs loudly, it’s the best sound in the world.

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🌶️ DC Kitchen - Green Arrow's Chili aka "Ollie's Stupendous Chili Recipe (Just like Mom used to make!)" 🌶️

I don't know what possessed me recently -- I really don't, -- but for some reason I got the idea that it would be a good choice to make and eat my way through the DC universe using recipes provided by DC themselves. I bought a bunch of official cookbooks and looked up as many recipes as I could that have appeared in a DC comic. But in truth, I already knew which recipe I would be making first: Ollie's infamous chili; spicy crisis on infinite tongues.

... and it. is. HORRIBLE. 🤮

This is quite possibly close to the WORST chili I have ever had the displeasure of putting in my mouth. Oliver Queen, what the fuck?!

Quick disclaimer that, although I tried to follow the recipe as closely as possible, there were a few parts I was unable to replicate. The most major of these changes was the exclusion of the lean sirloin chunks. Meat and I don't vibe. Perhaps this chili would have tasted better with meat in it (and potentially would have been less liquid-y too), but it is as it is there. The other change I made (if you can call it a change) is that I specifically searched out the hottest version of each spice I could find. If you were to personally use less intense chili powder mixes & paprika, as well as use less Tabasco, it would probably be a bit more palatable. However, I wanted to replicate the authentic "Ollie's Chili Experience."

The first step, of course, was to prepare my spice mix. I couldn't find California Chili Powder in a pre-prepared form, so I had to buy and dry the chilis myself.

What you're seeing here is 2 tsp of cumin, 2 tsp of paprika, 1 tsp Cayenne (~45,000 Scovilles), 1 tsp freshly ground black pepper, 1 TBSP California Chili Powder (2,500 Scovilles), I could not find Gebhardt Chili Powder but I substituted with TRS Chili Powder Mix Extra Hot (~170,000 Scovilles), 1 TBSP Hot New Mexico Chili Powder (~1,500 Scovilles), 1 1/2 tsp salt, and some dried basil.

Because I wasn't using meat in the recipe, I let the spice mix dry toast for a little while before I went about adding the onions and garlic.

Then came a little oil to replace what would have been some of the fat from the meat, and to that went the onions and garlic. Since the green pepper was optional, I decided against using it since there's something about the sweetness of bell peppers that I absolutely hate 😬

After I let the onions soften, I added the chunked tomatoes, tomato sauce, and water and left it on the stove to simmer for a few hours.

As directed, during the last 10 minutes of cooking, I added the beans, brown sugar, and a TBSP or so of Tabasco (~5,000 Scovilles)

The finished product was a watery, unpleasant mess with (in my opinion) not nearly enough substance. Now, I know that if I added meat, it would have been heartier, but even then I don't know if this amount of water and tomato sauce would have cooked down to something satisfactory. Where is the corn? The squash?? Why not more beans??? Ollie, what IS this???

You are meant to serve it with "help yourself" bowls of crackers, cheese, and chopped onions. I went with the onions and crackers when I served myself a bowl.

Bone apple teeth.

🔥🔥🔥 IT IS HOT 🔥🔥🔥

Admittedly, that's partially on me for trying to make it extra spicy, but still, I guess they aren't kidding about that part. It's not "melt your mouth off" hot like the picture of the League there seems to suggest. It certainly does have a SOLID kick, but it won't leave you coughing, gasping, or begging for milk. You feel it far more on the front of your tongue and almost not at all in the back.

All in all, I do believe that anyone with a little bit of spice tolerance could manage to finish a bowl. However... do you REALLY want to? It's just straight up not good chili. It reminds me of the kind of chili you get from church luncheon fundraisers in the Midwest USA, and that is NOT A GOOD THING.

Ollie... you make me feel sorry for all of your friends and anyone else you've ever managed to shove your cooking off on 🤢

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Let me know if there's any other DC recipes you'd like me to make!

#Oliver Queen #Bruce Wayne #Barry Allen #Hal Jordan #J'onn J'onzz #Dinah Lance #Arthur Curry #Clark Kent #Food #Chili #DC Recipes #My husband refuses to eat this

[dduane]

Hi! This might end up a super weird question, sorry in advance!

So just came across your twitter today and seeing your profile pic my brain is now convinced that you were the person who years ago shared this one really good bread recipe with oven baked garlic in it? Is it actually you? I tried to look through your tumblr but I didn't find anything so I'm so sorry if it's not you? But man that was the best bread I ever ate so I really want to find the recipe again! Thank you so much in advance... QvQ

No, it's not weird at all! Don't sweat it. :)

I've been baking for a long time, and have posted enough recipes now, here and there, that it's hard to keep track of them all sometimes. So I feel your pain. :)

...That said: I don't think I've done a recipe that involves actually baking garlic in the bread. ...Roasting garlic and then squeezing that into or onto already-baked bread, that I've seen around... though not in any of my own recipes. (Not that it's not a good idea: I just haven't been down that road myself.)

... @petermorwood just sent me this really quite sensual-looking garlic bread TikTok that does involve the roasted and squeezed-out garlic approach. I'll reblog it after this post, as I'm not sure how to pull the embed out of his.

Meanwhile, here's a garlic bread thread I did on Twitter some time back. (Pulling the images and contents into this post, because who knows what's going to happen to Twitter in the medium term...? But the thread starts here for those who want to link to that.)

"Tonight's garlic bread. Method follows. :) "

"...RIGHT. So this is based on many warmed-over/reheated Manhattan-based pizzeria dinners back in the 70s, when I was still doing hospital work and you were glad to either (a) reheat what you had from last night, or (b) make something very like it, but hotter and fresher.

"The basic approach: Buy in small cheap store-baked baguettes. (There is no POSSIBLE point in you using good homebaked bread on these. Buy cheaply made spongy bread that will SOAK UP THE GARLIC BUTTER SOONEST.)

"Slice each one more or less into five or six thickish slices (NOT all the way through, just 5/6 of the way to the back of the loaf.) Warm them a bit in the oven or microwave if they're cold.

"Mix together: Six to eight cloves of freshly chopped garlic: at least 300g but maybe more like 500g of butter. Some coarse-ground pepper: some salt: a little bit of onion powder. Herbs to your preference (oregano, parsley, whatever...).

"Additionally, as we did tonight: brown 6-8 slices of bacon by your preferred method. (I did it in the microwave because I could *not be arsed* to get involved with the frying pan.)

"Set up each sliced baguette in a piece of foil big enough to fold loosely around it (to keep the butter in) and undo without a whole lot of trouble. Pry the bread slices apart and stuff at least a teaspoon of butter or two between each pair of slices. (OR MORE.)

"(In our tonight-variant: Stuff a crumbled slice of bacon into the garlic butter between each slice.) Preheat the oven to sort of 180C/375F. Put each baguette and its foil in a baking tray. Shove the whole business into the oven and give them 10 minutes or so with the foil on.

"Pull the garlic breads out and unfold the foil from around them. Shove them back into the oven and give them another 10 minutes, keeping a close eye on them so they won't burn. (f you want to put some cheese on top of one, this is your time.)

"Pull them out and let them cool enough not to destroy the human beings intending to eat them. After they cool (if anything's left) put a *faintly damp* tea-towel/dishtowel over them to keep them nice. If coming to them again later, heat them gently at first, then FIERCELY.

"...And now the pics. Mine:

"His (with the cheese):

...The roasted-garlic garlic bread follows in the next post. :)

("Why is this shot like a porno?" someone says plaintively in the comments. Well, why indeed? And why not.)

#garlic bread #baking #recipes

[remembertoeat]

Dinner Recipe: Chickpea Curry

TIME: ★★★✰

PRICE: ★★★✰

EASE: ★★✰✰

CLEANUP: ★★★✰

This was a bit of an experimental recipe on my part, as a means of figuring out wtf to do with all these chickpeas I cooked up.

This recipe is a bit more involved, and depends a lot on personal tastes so I gave it a medium score for ease.

Overall this recipe took about 30 minutes once the chickpeas were cooked. You could easily use canned.

Long recipe, so feel free to read below!

Ingredients: 1. 2 cups Cooked Chickpeas 2. 1/2 onion (I use my onions interchangeably like a heathen.) 3. 1 TB minced garlic 4. 1 TB minced ginger 5. Veg of preference (I used carrots, jalapeno, and a wilty tomato because we had some I needed to get through! I think frozen peas would be great in this. Potatoes would be good, but that texture is present in the chickpeas and I don't know how they'd cook with this recipe) 6. 1 can of coconut milk 7. 2 TB chopped Cilantro (could probably leave this out if you don't like it.) 8. 1 lime's worth of juice 9. 1/4th cup Maple syrup 10. A curry brick, like this one below! I know it's a "cheat," but they're SO easy and quick to use! HIGHLY recommend grabbing them if you have a store that carries them. Looks like you can get them from Amazon! It comes with 8 bricks, each brick making a whole pan of curry, so it'll last awhile! (Note: the curry bricks are NOT gluten-free. You could replace this with a heavy amount of curry seasonings, but I have yet to perfect my ratio, so it may take experimenting! Here is a list I found of alternate curry spice blends.)

-Heat a large pan with oil. Once it gets hot, add your onion. Stir for about 2 minutes, then add your garlic and ginger. Cook for another 30 seconds. -Add your veg and mix everything all together. Cook for another 2 minutes or so. -Add your chickpeas! Salt and pepper em! Squeeze in some lime juice! -Cook it all for about 3-5 mins, then dump your can of coconut milk in. Once the coconut milk heats up a bit, add your curry brick. Mix the brick in until it dissolves into the pan and mixes with the milk. -Let it simmer and thicken. That process should only take about another 5 minutes, but keep an eye on it and turn off the heat when it feels ready. It should look something like this.

-Toss in your cilantro and maple syrup! Mix it thoroughly!

Serve this over rice!

It's pretty tasty and filling. You can add more spices if you want. Tons of room for modifying it. I topped mine with shredded coconut.

This made a ton, especially when paired with rice. This will likely give me lunches for the whole week. Supposedly curry freezes well, so you could stash this away for leftovers at an indeterminate date! Try to finish frozen leftovers within about 3 months!

It also looks cute as hell in the take-out tuppaware I hoard.

#food #dinner #recipe #meatless #vegan #gluten free #chickpeas

[ryanscabinlife]

I have been swamped these past couple of days outside and it's been extremely invigorating! Here are garden updates and some of the things I'm currently working on

First is the garlic! it's looking fantastic, they're just about 2 feet now and some are starting to get really thick.

Yesterday I planted my tomatoes. I specifically did not even bother starting seed for these guys, coz first of all we don't really have the indoor space, and also we had such great luck last year so we just repeated what we did. We just bought some from our local garden centre. Last year, we had 6 roma tomatoes (our favourite tomato variety) and it fed us throughout the summer and we've even managed to can over a dozen mason jars that we enjoyed in the winter. This year I have 30 of them! Last year, we had 2 cherry tomatoes, this year we planted 6.

Since our property is not big enough to have a well, the garden is 100% being watered by rainwater that we collect. Unfortunately for us, it's been a bit dry lately, hoping for more rain in June. Due to this circumstance, I decided to mulch what I could, in the hope that it will contain the moisture in the ground.

Shawn claimed a corner to turn into a place to relax and read books and god knows what. I will leave that to him but I was tasked to create a border to kinda separate it from the rest of the garden. I want to use some logs, terracotta pots, and other recycled things in our yard. So far this is what a have :(. I have been checking Facebook Marketplace every day for big planters but so far no luck. What's up with people wanting $100 for stuff that they don't want anyway?

I direct seeded a ton of things in the long beds where the trellis structure is including the snow pea I started indoors just a couple of weeks ago

Most of the potatoes are out! I've never grown potatoes before so this is a little too exciting for me

It turns out we have an apple tree and she is blooming! I don't exactly know what she is, my guess is some sort of crabapple. I'm so glad I didn't let Shawn chop her when we were building

And finally, the big project that's keeping me busy. My 42 feet border. This is the part where I don't know what I am doing. I've never planted ornamental flower beds before so it's kinda scaring me. Most of the things planted in this bed are perennials and few annuals on the front. I also broadcasted wildflowers all over. I'm really hoping for a cottage garden look for this one. Can't wait to see it in the summer when it's all filled up (hopefully)

25-May-2023

#plantblr #gardencore #my garden #garden blog #gardening #vegetable garden #garden 2023

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

Red Beans and Rice you say….. 👀

do you mind sharing the recipe?

Sure!

1lb of dry red beans or if you want you can do the red beans in a can that equals out to 1lb

To a Dutch oven or whatever pot, add olive oil

Chop up a whole andouille sausage (12 to 14 oz) and sauté. Do not clean the pot out when finished

Add butter to the pot

Chop up a whole red or yellow onion diced

Whole green, red, yellow pepper diced

Celery pre-diced or buy a stalk and dice

6 cloves of garlic or use minced garlic

Add all of this (garlic last) to the pot and sauté

Once veggies are soft add cooked sausage back in

Pepper, adobo seasoning, Cajun seasoning, onion powder, thyme, oregano, smoked paprika, possibly cayenne if you want more kick (use salt sparingly because you don’t want this dish to be salty) I usually don’t measure out my seasoning because I season along the way to make sure I’m not adding too much

Add red beans to the pot and sauté to get it all mixed in. Before I do this though I clean my beans off whether it’s from the can or dry. I just take a strainer and pour it in there and rinse gently with some water before adding it in.

Add 6 to 7 cups of chicken broth

Stir, then add in smoked Turkey necks or smoked Turkey wings/legs. Whichever you use, make sure you cut some of the fat and skin off. If I have smoked turkey wings/legs I trim some fat and then I pull it apart so it’s just meat. For smoked Turkey necks I just trim some fat and put it in.

Stir in, then add two bay leaves on top

If it’s dry beans cook for a total of 3 hrs.

If it’s the beans from the can, 1 1/2 to 2 hrs is okay.

Occasionally stir to make sure it isn’t sticking.

When it gets closer to the end of cooking, I would suggest scooping some of the beans out and mashing them into a paste. This will thicken the stew. You could also have done flour when you sautéed your veggies but I prefer to mash the beans.

As far as the smoked Turkey necks if you decide to use this instead of the wings/legs, I would remove them and use a fork to shred some of the meat and then put it back in.

Remove the two bay leaves.

Make sure you taste in between to see if you need more seasoning.

Make a side of white rice in your rice cooker or on the stove.

And that’s it!

[late-to-the-party-81]

Loving you means loving myself - Chapter 1

AN: Here is my first offering for Hot Bucky Summer, organised by @buckybarnesevents. I will be completing the first three weekly prompts with a little three chapter story.

For the Week One prompt “What should I wear?”, I have chosen Lingerie.

Thank you to @cableknitsweater for cheer-reading and @linnahiell for beta-ing

Mood board by me and dividers by @firefly-graphics

Masterlist | Hot Bucky Summer Masterlist

Summary: After a tough week, Bucky prepares for Friday night with his partner, Steve.

Relationship: Beefy Bucky x Small Steve

Word Count: 1.8k

CW: Indulgent fluff, implied sexual content, domestic Bucky, Bucky accepting himself, small amount of feminisation, small amount of dirty talk, light D/S tones, everything is soft and nothing hurts

It had been a stressful day; a stressful week, even and Bucky had barely seen Steve in between the pull of both their jobs. He knew that his partner would be feeling the same frustration, but now it was Friday night. Their night. A night for reconnection, as well as for decadent pleasure. 

Just the thought of it made Bucky shiver with anticipation. He wondered what Steve would have in store for him? Would Steve tie him up? Use him like a toy to slake his own lusts? Or would he treat Bucky sweetly, wringing orgasm after orgasm from him, before finally succumbing to the pleasure himself? Both sounded like equally good options to Bucky. 

Although neither had had to go away on business this week, they’d both been so busy that apart from some cuddles, a few make-out sessions and one quickie in the shower mid-week, they hadn’t had much time, or energy, for sexual intimacy. Yes, sex wasn’t the be all and end all of a relationship, but it was an important part of theirs.

Which meant it had been a full working week since they’d been able to fully indulge. Five days of subsisting on teasing touches and heated looks. One hundred and twenty hours filled with decadent thoughts of how Steve would go about taking him apart and putting him back together again, being remade himself in the process. However, before it was time for the main event, Bucky had some preparations to make. 

He was home first today, so as well as getting himself ready, it was his turn to organise dinner and sort out the bedroom. Bucky turned the oven on to heat, and then went to tackle the bedroom. He stripped the bed and carefully remade it, with Steve’s favourite set. Crisp white sheets and a coverlet with accents of red and blue on it. He folded the coverlet down to the base of the mattress and got out their ‘play’ blanket - a fluid proof, soft, lilac mat, which covered the entire bed, and made for an easier clean-up at the end of their night. No-one wanted to come out of a post-coital haze just to change the bedsheets again.

He smoothed the blanket out over the bed, tweaking the corners to ensure it lay perfectly flat - he didn’t want any annoying folds or creases under him later. Next he set out the candles along the flat surfaces, and dug out the lighter - he would light them later at a more sensible moment, but having it all ready, gave him a sense of calm.

Next it was back to the kitchen. He’d decided to make lasagne, because then he could get ready while it was in the oven, and it would be the work of a matter of minutes to prepare the salad to go with it and toast the ciabatta. Bucky hummed to himself as browned off the onions, garlic and ground beef, and whipped up a white sauce. He added tomatoes and seasoning to the beef, and at the last moment decided to add some chopped mushrooms. Steve liked mushrooms.

He layered it all up, adding a hearty sprinkling of cheese over the top, and then popped it in the oven. He now had about 40 minutes to get himself ready. First stop, a shower. 

He stripped out of his workwear, and it felt cathartic, as though he was taking off the old Bucky before making himself anew. He carried them through to the bathroom, placing them in the laundry hamper before turning on the shower.

Oh, how he loved this shower. It had definitely been  worth the money he and Steve had spent on it when they’d renovated the bathroom. He stepped in, letting the water flow over his body for a few moments, basking as the heat suffused his entire being, but he couldn’t linger for too long - he had a timetable to keep. He reached for his shampoo, inhaling the scent of jasmine from the bottle before he lathered up his hair and piled it on top of his head.

Next it was hair removal, but luckily he’d had a wax a few days ago, so really, all he had to do was look for strays and exfoliate. He rinsed the shampoo from his hair and applied conditioner, finger combing his hair to make sure all of the ends were coated. His light curls were prone to split ends if he didn’t treat his hair right.  The next course of action was the ‘all over’ scrub and clean, while trying to ignore his cock, that was starting to wake up between his legs. His brain only had to start thinking of how Steve might touch him, and the bloody thing would perk up with interest. He willed it to behave, but that was difficult when he started to clean up between his ass cheeks, and by the time he stepped out of the shower he had a raging hard-on.

With a sigh, and a promise to himself to pay a certain part of his body no more mind for at least the next ten minutes, Bucky briskly towelled himself dry and sat down at the dressing table so he could apply his favourite lavender body lotion, smoothing and softening his skin, as well as lightly scenting him. He’d worked hard for this body and was determined to treat it well. 

He swept his hands up and down his legs, over his defined calves and his muscular thighs. Steve loved his thighs, loved how they got wrapped around him, and how beautifully they marked when the mood took them both. Next he added a thin layer of moisturiser to his ass - obviously Steve loved that - coated his arms and then worked up his abdomen and chest, or tits, as Steve called them.

Look at these perfect tits, baby. Could spend hours worshipping them, playing with them. One day I’m gonna see if you can cum, just from me touching them, sucking on them. I think you could…

Shaking off the thought, Bucky wiped his hands on the towel and opened the drawer to get out his hair dryer, hair protection spray and round brush. Sectioning off his hair, he turned the dryer on low and began the process of drying his shoulder length. chestnut locks, using the brush to create loose waves so that his hair tumbled artfully around his face.

When he’d been younger, people had mocked him for his long hair, calling him a girl. He hadn’t cared. He loved his hair, loved how pretty and delicate having it like this made him feel, despite his height and build. Then, when he’d met Steve, the older man had been unashamed in stating how much he liked it. He loved to tangle his hands in it when he kissed Bucky, loved to put it in a ponytail and use it to control Bucky when having his cock sucked, and he loved to brush it out, with Bucky sitting between his knees, as a sign of his love and adoration for his younger lover.

Hair finished, and with a frivolous swish and smile in the mirror, Bucky added a dab of concealer, a quick dusting of foundation and a slick of eye-liner. Nothing too much, but enough to give him a little confidence boost. There was nothing wrong in wanting to feel his best. Now to get dressed.

From the back of the closet Bucky pulled out a bag. Work might have been a nightmare this week, but his lunch hours belonged to him, and he’d been able to indulge in some retail therapy with tonight in mind.

First out of the bag was the piece de la resistance of his shopping trip - his new lingerie. Having unfolded the tissue paper the store clerk had lovingly wrapped it in, Bucky trailed his fingers over the lilac lace. 

Due to the rest of his outfit, he’d decided not to purchase the matching garter belt, but, depending on how Steve liked this set, he might be tempted to go back to the store and get it. For now, however, he carefully slipped on the matching panties and bralette. He did it slowly, reverently, wanting to enjoy the sensation of the garments sliding over his skin, the juxtaposition of such delicate fabric encasing a body like his.

His cock, which had settled down as he’d done his hair and make-up, started to perk up again, but this time Bucky allowed himself to enjoy the sensations as the lace caressed his skin. He imagined how Steve’s hands would roam over it, making him feel small and fragile. Bucky’s eyes closed as the images took over his mind, only breaking out of his self-imposed erotic spell when he let out a little whimper.

With a shake of his head, he pulled the rest of his outfit out of the bag. Dark lavender silk pooled over the dressing table; a pair of wide legged, lounging trousers and a sleeveless top with a v-neck. As with his underwear, Bucky allowed himself a few moments to enjoy the feel of the indulgent material as it slipped between his fingers, before sliding it over his body.

In some respects this was his favourite part of his and Steve’s date evenings - the build up, the anticipation. This time, where it was just him, where he could indulge himself, mind, body and soul and be the Bucky he was inside, and not the carefully created facade society expected him to be based on his outward appearance.

Ding!

Bucky’s phone alarm went off, signalling that the lasagne was now cooked. He smiled to himself, a little self-congratulation at his timing skills, as he got up and padded back through to the kitchen. 

With an apron covering his precious outfit, Bucky turned off the oven, - dinner would keep beautifully warm for the next 10-15 minutes in there - opened and decanted a bottle of Steve’s favourite Chateau Neuf, and got out the vegetables to put together a little garden salad for the side. Everything was ready. Now all he had to do was wait.

Unfortunately this was not his forte.

Removing and hanging his apron back up, Bucky checked his phone, pulling up the ‘Find my phone app’ so he could see how close to home Steve was. As the little green dot pulsed on the screen, Bucky felt an echoing pulse of excitement in his blood. 

Steve was only a block away. 

With a lack of grace he was glad that Steve couldn’t see, Bucky ducked back into the bedroom and put his phone away - he wouldn’t need it for the rest of the evening and wanted nothing that would distract him from Steve, if that were at all possible. Then he returned to the main room and knelt down on the soft rug, about 10ft from the door. He rested his weight back on his heels, placed his hands on his thighs, lifted his head and waited.

Chapter 2

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[vodkassassin]

Well I suffer with the adhd eating thing too but the best thing for me is to get things that are easy like microwave things or like rice. Things in bulk with long shelf lives or that go in the freezer are great, because I’ll have something for me to grab when I suddenly realize I haven’t eaten in like ten hours that’ll be ready fast.

Yeah I mostly live off frozen things. My fridge shelf is the emptiest out of all me and my roommates bc I rarely buy red ridge rated things unless they have a very long shelf life (fermented things like kimchi, or pickled stuff like pickles and olives and artichoke hearts).

But yeah most of my food exists in a frozen state. Even my rice! I make a huge bath and freeze it on little bricks in plastic wrap and those only take 2mins in the microwave when I wanna eat them, they’re honestly the reason I am alive I’m pretty sure.

I also buy the big bags of frozen veggie assortments, I prefer the broccoli and squashes but if it has edamame in it I’m in love. I’ll open the bags immediately and portion them out into smaller Ziplocs and keep them in the freezer that way, bc otherwise the big band intimidates me lol.

I live off canned soup and mini ravioli a lot on my worst days.

My safe meal is beef top ramen with green onions (chopped ahead of time and frozen so they’re easy to grab), a spoonful of minced garlic, two eggs cracked into it and cooked in the microwave for 4-5 minutes.

I also have beef bone broth powder that I sometimes substitute into the ramen instead of the ramen seasoning packet.

On my good days, though, I have a chicken kimchi bowl I eat. I use a frozen rice brick, the precooked shredded frozen chicken from the foster brand (HUGE boon to my existence, also saves my life), and I top it off with kimchi, mayonnaise and some sesame oil. Typically I’ll also put one of my veggie ziplocs servings in that but I haven’t in a while bc I’ve been unable to sum up the ability to portion out the last big bag I had.

So I mean I do have some tried and true stuff that I know works for me. But the variety is slim so I’m very curious to know other people’s methods.

#adhd problems #executive dysfunction

[f1-giuki]

A Sunday Kind of Love 6 is at +13k words and I don't know how longer it will get, probably a lot, I love it.

Should I add a scene where Max, on the phone with Charles’s mom, dyes Charles’ hair?

And, here's a snippet of the fic! Enjoy!

~

The next morning Max is awake and not too dumbed by a long 12-hour nap. All the tiredness he accumulated caught up with him. He wakes up rather early and manages to eat half of the sweets in the pantry for breakfast. He drinks a red red bull can, the only one he's allowed in the house, and he walks upstairs to turn on the simulator. He might do some endurance racing until lunch.

As the computer turns on he checks his messages. There are a few texts from Charles, a bunch of I lost my dildo, do you know where my pink dildo is texts, a picture of a cake his mother made with a finger half covering the camera lens, another one without the finger, a video Arthur took of Charles asleep on the sofa snoring loudly, you stole my highway pass!!, BASTARD!, then Charles texts him the time he will leave for Italy, two days later, Max blinks twice when he sees that Charles will drive from Monaco to their place.

Babe, are you insane?

Wait, don't answer… What will you do today?

He texts and grins when he sees Charles's answer, a sticker of his face holding a red triangle sign saying 'don't'. Max laughs.

I'll sleep again, go to your place since mine is flooded with people outside, I'll help mom make a menu for the dinner with the cousins and then I'll probably be forced to make lasagne for lunch by Arthur, he doesn't let me live after the ones I made for Easter

Tell him that the next time you fall asleep he should draw a dick on your forehead

Like he did last week

absolutely no, don't give him strange ideas

You're lucky I don't have his number

I know you think I lack self-preservation instincts, but I don't go that far

I miss you

I love you

I love you too

don't let Arthur wait for his food

Blah blah blah, ttyl <3

God you're so sexy when you use millennial slang

Max smiles and puts his phone on the Red Bull mini-fridge he has in the sim room, next to his first world championship trophy. A curious piece of tat. He sits down and fixes the camera in front of him. He still has an hour before he needs to turn it on and join a live stream with his sim racing team. He grins and opens goat simulator and takes his phone to text Lando.

Wanna do one hour of goat simulator before I go live?

Fuck yeah, mate

-

Max's stomach rumbles at half past noon, while he's still streaming and, after five minutes of good teasing, he turns off the live stream, and goes to the kitchen, trying to understand what to make. He looks at the package of tagliatelle Charles bought but didn't like. It's been sitting on the counter for two weeks. He takes it and grins as he opens the pantry filled with stacked jars of fancy tomato sauce. Charles really has a problem…

"Okay, that will do," he mumbles as he takes a new jar.

He puts on another Paul Simon vinyl and jams to the music while cutting onions and garlic, humming the words of 50 Ways to leave your lover. Max grins and puts the chopped stuff in a little bowl. Charles has taught him to be organised in the kitchen and he's trying. His phone starts ringing and Max stops the music to pick it up. It’s a number he hasn’t saved in his contacts, an Italian number.

"Hello?"

"Ciao zio Max! Sono Lorenzo!" Hi uncle Max! I'm Lorenzo!

"Ciao Lorenzo, come stai?” Hi Lorenzo, how are you? He asks with a big smile on his face.

“Tutto bene, scusa se ti chiamo, ma mia mamma non riesce a venirmi a prendere a scuola… Potresti passare tu?”

“Aspetta, I don’t understand, one second, un secondo…” Max says as he hurries to the living room to take his tablet with him and opens Google Translate.

“Parla, per favore,” Speak, please. He says and Lorenzo repeats the phrase. All’s good, sorry if I’m calling you, but my mom can’t pick me up from school… Could you come and pick me up?

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[diabetesinsider]

Garbanzo Capers Fry Up

My parsley was getting out of hand...so what to do...make a fry up using a generous bunch of parsley teamed with some of my favorite ingredients - capers, garbanzo beans, spinach, eggplant...all great to include as part of my healthy eating plan. See what you think...

oil

1 red onion, diced

1 bell pepper, seeded, diced

1 - 4 oz. can green chilies, mild, with liquid

1 eggplant, diced with skin

1 t. garlic, minced

1 bunch fresh parsley, scissor chopped to speed the process

1+ c. spinach, chopped

1 - 4 oz. jar capers, drained

1/2 t. black pepper

1/2 t. cumin

1 - 15 oz. can garbanzo beans, with liquid

In a large fry pan, begin sauteing onion, bell pepper, chilies, and eggplant. Give this mixture a stir, add in garlic, parsley, spinach, capers, black pepper, and cumin. Add the garbanzo beans last to just heat through to keep their bright color. Serve up as it comes, on a bed of brown rice, with a slice of pork roast...whatever seems like a good plan.

When I'm not working up healthy sides or main dishes for the family, I'm bounding downstairs to sew cotton pocket aprons for my online shop - www.etsy.com/shop/topdrawerthreads .

Or, I'm putting the finishing touches on handcrafted crocheted upcycled recycled thrifted throw rugs worked by me from wool selvage locally sourced - www.etsy.com/shop/topdraweryarns .

My daughters have an online shop - www.etsy.com/shop/yesdesigns - where they design and sew cotton pocket knickers for wearing whatever you get up to.

My older daughter has an online shop - www.etsy.com/shop/wildwovenwome - where she knit upcycled recycled thrifted yarns into soft, supple throws and afghans to curl up in.

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[akwolfgrl]

LFT PART 37

Sanji made his last round inside his galley, Mr. Noodles sat perched on a bar stool watching him. The roses that Zoro got him were still sitting in the jar where he left them. He needed to figure out what he wanted to do with them. Sanji slid some butter into his apron pocket to soften.

Sanji finished unloading everything he had bought at the market this morning. There were still a few cartes of things waiting for him to deconstruct. Sanji had scored a crate of fresh unwashed eggs. He would water glass them later tonight. He left out the stuff he needed to make a batch of kimchi and a new marinade for Luffy's jerky. The meat was in the freezer to firm up for easier slicing. He also left out the prime rib he got on sale for dinner tonight. He had the perfect seasoning for them.

Sanji cut the core of napa cabbages out, placing them into the bucket he was using for a compost pile, they used to have one on the Baratie they would give it to a local farmer who they worked with to get fresh produce. There were things that even he could not salvage and use, but the compost was a good compromise since it fertilized and grew more food. He split the leafy vegetable apart with his hands. It was hard to get used to such a quiet kitchen. He was used to the hustle and bustle of the Baratie. The chefs arguing, the waiters yelling out food orders. Everything about the kitchen was loud and controlled chaos. Well, Sanji did sort of miss having someone he could talk to.

“OK so I know you're a cat, and you don't understand what I'm saying, but I don't care. Right now, I'm making kimchi. It's spicy, sour, and so good. A chef who used to work at the Baratie before settling ashore and marrying a sweet woman showed me how to make it,” Sanji began to chop the pieces of cabbage up. “I'm doing the shortcut method. Usually, you don't chop it up, but I like it better this way,” Sanji put all the cabbage into the large bowl. “Then we just wash and salt the cabbage until it wilts and the water from the inside of the cabbage is drawn out by the salt,” Sanji would leave it overnight with something heavy on top.

Mr. Noodles had at some point hopped from his stool to wind his way around Sanji's legs purring. He was ecstatic to have something small and cute to care for. Clementine may have been Zeff’s cat but she did like him and barely tolerated the other chefs. It had been his job to brush her long silky golden fur. She had been a very pretty kitty, with one gold eye and one blue. Mr. Noodles was of course very handsome with his soft slick black fur.

“Zeff my old man, although I'd never call him that to his face, had a ship cat, her name was Clementine,” Sanji took out the bowl he used previously for the marinade. Mixing soy sauce, worcestershire, orange juice, and zest , he whisked in honey, brown sugar, grated ginger, and chopped garlic. He threw some habaneros into his mortar and grinded them down into a nice paste before adding them as well. “I remember the look on Zeff’s face after we got off the Rock. Clementine had gotten off their pirate ship shortly before they attacked the Orbit. It's said that cats can sense doom. Anyway, we stayed on an island while we recovered, and one day, she walked right up to Zeff as if she had only been out for a stroll. She died shortly before Luffy came crashing in. Zeff had been practically testy lately, so that didn't help him at all,” Sanji covered the marinade and placed it into the fridge.

“I think after I'm done with my prep, I'll head back out for some personal shopping and check out the fish market. Maybe I'll be nice to our sentient plant life and pick up a sword cleaning kit. He doesn't have much money and would be more focused on buying swords. Why he needs three? I'm not sure, but that's his thing, I suppose,” Sanji took a paper towel to dry the prime ribs, or else it would reject the butter. He stabbed holes into the top of the meat. While he did know how to trim meat, it had come pre-trimmed and on sale to good of a deal to pass up. “I haven't seen him use it at all while we've been on this ship and there's no way that his sword hasn't been well kept in the past,” He took the softened butter out of his pocket and upwarped it, placing it into a small bowl. “Maybe I'll grab some ink for Nami-swan! I can't get Marimo and not my sweet Nami,” Sanji tossed in chopped rosemary and thyme, salt, pepper, Dijon mustard, and a bit of worcestershire then he mixed it. “I should pick another notebook while I'm out, I might as well grab something for Luffy and Usopp while I'm at it. Just so I don't have to hear them whining.”

Sanji stabbed holes into the fatty part of the meat and used butter to lube up the sliced garlic and rosemary, slipping them into the holes. He coated the prime ribs in the rest of the butter before placing them in the fridge. After a quick clean-up, Sanji was ready to head out. With a goodbye scratch to Mr. Noodles Sanji left the Going Merry

#one piece #fanfic #lust filled thoughts #sanji #vinsmoke sanji #black leg sanji #mr. noodles #cooking

[shelbgrey]

Glory of love(Eleazar Denali)

Chapter 12: and now one simple question, is she even Italian?

Table of contents

The next day I headed out to the Cullen's house to help cook Bella's dinner. While I helped Alice and Esme upack the cooking utensils in the unused kitchen Edward frantically raced around the house trying to get everything perfect.

I could tell he was nervous, but I didn't know if he was more worried about embarrassing himself or us embarrassing him. “is this okay?” Edward asked me, I looked up as he stared down at his outfit. Simple jeans and a button down.

“you look great” I smiled as I got the proper spices for the meal. Edward nodded and fixed his hair real quick then turned back around.

“you guys really don't have to do this” Edward said. Rosalie dropped the new pair of tongs and smiled. “gald you came to your sinces”

I chuckled as Rosalie felt the kitchen. “come on Honey, be nice”

“yeah we already bought all the stuff, no turning back now” Eleazar said, coming in with some papers in his hands. He gave me a quick kiss on the forehead and hand me the thin stack of papers. “here's the recipes you wanted”

“thanks El” I smiled as he sat down at the counter where everything was. He examined all the spices and equipment as we started to set things up.

“well, I'm gonna get Bella” Edward said suddenly. I looked up from the paper that had the recipe and nodded. “see ya later”

Once he left I got up and started to pre-heat the oven, after I pushed in the right temperature I started to boil the water for the noodles. “when was the last time you guys actually cooked?” I asked as Esme walked in with Carlisle. Eleazar chuckled as he walked up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist.

“well the last time I actually needed to cook garlic didn't come in a shaker” Eleazar chuckled was muffled as he nuzzled his face in between my shoulder and neck.

We then pulled apart by the sounds of clapping. “come on love birds we got a lot to do! Chop chop” Alice said skipping into the kitchen with Jasper in tow. This was actually my first interaction with Jasper, he wasn't in any of my classes and everytime I would come over he'd be out hunting or in the garage working on something.

“Hey Jasper”

He smiled softly as Alice pulled him towrds the open window. “hello y/n”

“We're going hunting real quick before Edward comes back with Bella” Alice said. I nodded as I watched them disappear deep into the woods.

After awhile most of the family was in the kitchen pitching in, thank God it was a big kitchen or else it would be freaking crowed.

As I was helping Carlisle chopping up chicken, Eleazar cringed from the other side of me. “is it supposed to look like this?” he asked string up an alfredo sauce.

I whiped my hands on my jeans and went to the stove were he was. The sauce was thicker than it was supposed to be, but other than that it was turing out well.

Eleazar handed me the spoon and I gave it a quick stir. “just add some more olive oil and turn the heat down” I padded his back and walked over to Tayna who was shredding cheese agressevelly.

“don't kill the cheese T” I joked. He smiled softly and looked down at the bowl of mozzarella cheese. “you okay?” I asked.

She nodded. “yeah, I'm fine... Irina is just getting on my nerves” Irina was upstairs hiding for when Bella arrived, I didn't balme her.

Emmett came up to us playing with a knife. “anything I can do?”

“you can mince the garlic” I said. He looked confused as I set a head of unpealed garlic infront of him. “I don't know what that means.”

I was about to explain but Esme sighed and started to shout for the two missing family members. “Rosalie come in here and help! You too Irina!” Esme shouted.

Rosalie came into the kitchen a couple of minutes later. “where's Irina?” Eleazar asked as he wrapped his arms around me.

“hunting I think” Rosalie said grabbing a bowl to help Kate with the salad. “she wasn't in her room” she added.

Rosalie sighed as she looked around. “is she even Italian? Are you guys Italian?” she asked turning to me.

“her names Bella” Emmett said trying to peal the garlic.

“I'm sure she'll love it no matter what” carlisle said throwing the chicken into the frying pan.

“she better, you know how hard it is to find Romano cheese around here?” Eleazar asked as he turned the heat down on the pot that had the homemade alfredo sauce. He sighed and stirred it a little faster, getting aggravated.

“we should have gotten the already made stuff” he sighed looking at me for help. I chuckled as I moved next to him a stirred the thick science experiment that Eleazar created. I couldn't help but laugh as Eleazar huffed in frustration.

I looked at him a laughed softly. “you did good Baby”

He gave me a 'yeah right' look and took the spoon from my hand. “you can't eat this” he said scooping up the sauce that now looked like mashed potatoes with applesauce mixed together. I chucked as he turned the spoon upside down and the substance fell back into the pot with plop.

I nodded. “good effort though” Eleazar rolled his eyes and leaned against the counter as I dumped out the sauce. “hope your sister likes plane noodles” he said crossing your arms.

“no actually we got this” Carlisle said pulling out a pre-made jar of alfredo sauce out of the cabinet. “Alice had a vision last night after you printed out the recipe for the sauce. Eleazar looked annoyed as he snacted the jar out of of his brother-in-law's hand.

“Por supuesto que Alice sabía(of course Alice knew)” Eleazar cussed in Spanish as he dumped the sauce in a new pot to heat it up. I smiled and stood up on my toes to kiss his cheek. “it's okay”

“ew, get a wiff of that” Rosalie said suddenly. “here comes the human” Esme smiled and handed the cheese grader to Emmett. I smiled at Eleazar and rubbed his shoulder as he shut the oven off.

He sighed and leaned against the counter with his arms crossed I nudged him playfully and smiled. “smile my Love” I whispered as two pairs of feet approached the kitchen.

Eleazar looked down at me and smiled as Edward walked around the corner with Bella. Esme was the first to greet her with open arms. “Bella we're making Italiana for you”

Bella smiled then looked around at the crowed, she looked suprised when she saw me. I gave her a soft smile as Eleazar wrapped his arm around my waist hugging me to his side.

“you gave us an excuse to us the kitchen for the first time” carlisle smiled brightly. Esme nodded as her mate walked to her side. “I hope your hungry”

When Bella smiled at Esme's comment Edward drop a bomb shell. "she already ate"

Bella hit his shoulder. “no I di-” Rosalie snapped and shattered the bowl of salad in her hands. Esme gave her a warning look as Emmett walked to her side. “perfect, just perfect”

“well it's just I know guys don't eat and...” she stoped then looked at me. “Wait do you know?”

“obviously” I said in my best Severes Snape voice. Tayna chuckled as she hopped up on the counter next to me and Eleazar.

“it's fine Bella, very considerate” Esme smiled as Carlisle wrapped his arm around her.

“ignore Rosalie, I do... And Irina, where ever she is” Edward told Bella. “hay Edward come on” I said as Eleazar rested his forehead on the side of my forehead wanting this encounter to be over.

“yeah, let's just keep pretending like this isn't dangerous for all of us” Rosalie said getting angrier.

“I would never tell anyone anything” Bella said trying to stay calm. “I think she knows that” Eleazar said.

“well the problem is the four of you have become public now soo...” Emmett started but Esme and I cut him off.

“no, she should know” Rosalie said. Emmett sighed and put his hands up giving up on keeping Rosalie calm. “the entire family will be implicated if this ends badly” she said looking over to me and Eleazar with fear. She never treated me as awful as she did Bella. I could tell she was genuinely scared, but she covered it with bitterness.

“badly as.... We would become a meal” Bella stuttered looking at me. The Denali sisters laughed at her response. Eleazar crossed his arms and shrugged as Carlisle hid his laughter in his mates shoulder.

Before it could get worse for Bella, Alice and Jasper came in through the open window. Alice took Jasper hunting before he had to meet the human. “hi Bella! I'm Alice” alice smiled and hugged Bella immediately. “Alice what are you doing?” Edward asked.

“don't worry me and Bella are going to become great friends.” Alice responded. Carlisle cleared his throat and looked over to Jasper as he looked extremely uncomfortable.

“sorry Jasper is our newest vegetarian, it's been a little difficult for him” Jasper nodded trying to put on a smile. “it's a p-pleasure to meet you”

“don't worry Jasper you won't hurt her” Alice reassured. “or y/n” Alice said looking over at me and Eleazar.

Edward sighed. “I'm gonna show Bella the rest of the house” Edward looked so embarrassed as he pulled Bella away.

“well I expected that to be worse if I'm honest” Eleazar sighed as I left his arms to clean up.

“she so cute” Esme smiled. “I think it went well” carlisle said looking over to his mate.

Tayna sighed playfully and rested her elbow on my shoulder. “your my favorite Swan sister” I laughed and elbowed her playfully. “I should hope so”

Tanya laughed and jumped over the pile of glass and salad.

“clean this up right now” Esme said to Rosalie as she pointed at the broken glass. “what are we gonna do with crap?” Eleazar asked.

“it won't go to waist, I'll take some of it to Sue's house and Dad will eat it” said turing on the sink to wash the dishes. As the rest of family were cleaning up I felt Eleazar's cold hands on my waist.

“follow me” he whispered in my hear and kissed the side of my head. He reached over and shut the water off and pulled me towrds the exit of the kitchen.

“where are we going?”

“it's a surprise” he said smiling.

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