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mittensmorgul · 7 months
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me, upon walking into the kitchen at 1:18 am and seeing the perfectly ripe bananas i was going to turn into banana bread: heck is 1:18 too late to make banana bread
me, upon looking around the kitchen: heck why is the sink full of dishes? i can't make MORE mess when the sink is full. guess i gotta put these in the dishwasher before i can make banana bread. oh right we ran the dishwasher and haven't emptied it yet
me, at 1:20 pm: emptied and then refilled the dishwasher. i have an empty sink, and 20 minutes later have zero energy for making banana bread at 1:39 am... >.>
i'll make banana bread tomorrow
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ioniansunsets · 3 months
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Hello yuno! As vday is coming i have an idea or scenario if every heartsteel kayn were to receive handmade chocolates from his f-crush how would he react to it or feel or whichever way you would like owo!!! Feeling like the young kayn in high school moment ♡♡please take your time and its ok you dont have to rush it
✖ Valentine’s Confession Highschool Kayn ✖
✖ Word Count: 1.2k Words
✖ Tags: Mutual Pinning! Awkward young love.
✖ A/N: I wrote a mutual confession thing cause I thought it’ll be cute! I really put my whole IonianSunsussy into this please enjoy it. [Actually the idea of highschool sweethearts Kayn is also really cute. Like imagine the gap moe. He never talks about it and then during Paranoia’s debut he’s just like “ hey can I get an extra VIP ticket? My partner wants to watch.” and everyone is like ??????? and he’s like ??? “ Yeah I’ve been dating them since we were like 15. 6th year anniversary is this weekend.”]
✖ Wrote This Listening To: He just wants to be Somebody to You. I think the whole lone wolf that fell head over heels in love is cute for him hahahhaha
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Kayn isn’t sure if he should be laughing or crying. Here he is, standing outside your club room at what, 5pm in the evening? Guitar strapped behind his back and a little gift in his hands. Ok, so he had liked you for a while now, so what, nothing wrong with love. Love was badass. So he decided to do something about those irritating feelings and bought you chocolates. So what! So, he decided it was just not hardcore enough, and went to melt and make his own fucking valentine’s chocolates for you. So What!
Maybe he baked cookies too huh? Is that so bad! Is it so bad that he got Akali to lend him some fancy stationery to write you some shitty fucking love letter! Its hardcore, its over the top! It’s how The Shieda Kayn should confess. Nothing subpar, none of that weak, half-assed work. Only the best. You only deserve everything and then some. You deserve the handmade chocolates. You deserve the expensive store bought ones he got too. You deserve that nicely wrapped box with the fancy hand cut crinkle paper in the pretty gift bag. You deserve the handmade cookies that he painstakingly made in your favorite flavor, with the cute icing of Rhaast and the matching handmade sprinkles (that Zed so kindly helped him with). You deserve the effort he took, the countless nights of planning to write down a very well written rap (confessional love poem) for you. You deserve the scented paper (his cologne) and the cool stickers on the envelope (its holographic hearts).
You deserve someone better than him.
He winces as he accidentally bit his lip too hard. Suddenly brought back to the reality of how long he has spent standing by this door. Another click of his tongue, he continues irritatingly tapping his foot while he reconsiders all he’s about to do. Was it creepy? Waiting for you after club activities? What? People should call it romantic right? It…it Was romantic…right? Waiting an extra hour or two after his own extra classes for Your own club activities to finish? I mean, he worked hard growing the balls to ask you to wait for him after school. You said yes earlier too! This is not creepy, this is just him living up to promises he made with you. This is. Normal. Yeah. Totally normal. Romance will die when he lets it. Kayn swallows hard, hand gripping tighter to the ribbon handles of the beautiful gift bag he spent his allowance on. The contents on the bag feeling heavier and heavier by the minute.
Knocking the door with his other hand, Kayn slowly peers into the club room. Slowly opening the door, he enters silently. The sickly blinding white fluorescent room lights mixing with the oranges of the late afternoon sun streaming in from the open windows. Kayn looks around, catching sight of you standing by the closet in the corner of the room packing up whatever it was that you did after school.
" Hey. I’m here like I said." " Kayn!"
He watches as you jump, fumbling as you try to hide whatever it is that was in the closet. Raising an eyebrow, he stands there, giving you an awkward smile as his eyes narrow to discern just what it is you were hiding from him.
“ Oh? Oh~ What is that huh?”
Kayn teases you, hiding his own gift behind his back as he walks over, trying to peer in and see what you’re so desperately hiding from him. As you look back at him with feigned irritation on your face, some quick maneuvers later you managed to hide whatever it is on the shelf behind your back.
“ You first. What’s that huh?”
As you ask him the question, a slow red blush creeps up his cheeks. Slowly you lean over to him, trying to see what is it that he’s holding behind His back. It can’t be right. No way life would treat someone like him this well. No way, no way. You were too close way too close. He swallows hard, leaning back to try and hide what he can behind his guitar case while also leaning away from you. So close to him that he could feel not only your presence in his personal space but the delectable warmth radiating off your skin. As your eyes meet his with that mischievous glint, he freezes. Stunned by both your beauty and the sudden realization that he should get this done and over with before he backs out. A shakily smug smile creeps onto his face as he tries his best to tamp down his anxiety with his Kayn branded cockiness. Was this something everyone went through? Were first loves and confessions this bad for everybody? God, he could feel his palms sweating again. Kayn coughs lightly to clear his throat before proudly thrusting the fancy bag in your face.
“ I…worked really hard on a little something for you. I hope you like it.”
Barely audible, Kayn whispers as he looks away shy. Contrary to his earlier actions, he gently lowers his hands and places the gift into your embrace. His eyes dart around the room, not able to meet your gaze, Kayn seemingly shrinks away from you with the realization of his past few days worth of effort all hitting him at once. The Valentine’s day gift was literally out of his hands now. A breathy laugh escapes him before he finally finds the meager courage to look at you again. And of course, he was instantly awestruck. How could he not be with you. Looking back at him with that tender look, the way your own lips slowly curl into a smile, the sparkle in your eyes as you look from him to the gift in your hands back at him.
“ Kayn…”
” No. Don’t say anything, just…go read the thing when you’re home alone. I don’t wanna hear it! I’m going!”
As he turns to leave, you quickly grab his arm, pulling him back with a quick jerk. Eyes closed, you press your lips against his. Kayn’s own eyes go wide as he looks, unblinking, back at you in shock. He was now suddenly very, very aware of what it felt like when people talked about time feeling like it's stopping.
“ And this is for you.”
You quickly return a similarly lovingly wrapped box into his hands. Kayn frozen in place, his heart working in overdrive, thumping so loudly he was sure he would get a heart attack right here right now. His face such a bright red that the blush reaches up to his ears and also spread down his chest. You could see it peaking through his unbuttoned collar when your gaze trailed down. Before his brain could even begin to regain function you quickly wave to him, scrambling to pick up your bag you run off. Leaving Kayn flustered and alone in the empty classroom as the sun begins to set. You too had to leave his presence before the embarrassment of what went down caught up to you too.
There would be a lot for you guys to talk about tomorrow at school.
Link to fanart for this!
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ukulelekatie · 1 year
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I want to get in to beaking bread, could you share the recipe?
Absolutely!
Disclaimer: This is going to be a kind of "choose your own adventure" type of recipe in order to make it as accessible and beginner-friendly as possible. Also, I'm not an expert by any means! This is what works for me, but questions and suggestions in the notes are welcome :)
Ingredients:
4 3/4 c. (594g) All-purpose flour, plus a little extra
2 1/2 tsp (7g) Instant yeast or active dry yeast
2 c. (472 mL) Warm water, about 100°F/38°C
2 tsp (12g) Salt
2 tsp (9g) Sugar (or maple syrup or honey) plus a pinch more
1 tsp (5g) Oil - I like to use olive oil
Equipment:
Small bowl or cup
Large bowl
Cloth, plastic wrap, or lid for large bowl
Wooden spoon or spatula for mixing
Parchment paper
Dutch oven (or a baking sheet and a large, metal, oven-safe pot)
Knife (the sharper the better)
Cooling rack
Food scale, if you're using the metric measurements
Instructions:
Part 1: Combine the Ingredients
Add 1/2 c. (118g) of warm water to a small bowl or cup. Add a pinch of sugar and your yeast, stir gently until combined. Let rest for about 5 minutes until the yeast mixture gets bubbly. This indicates that your yeast is alive and ready to go!
In a large bowl, whisk together the flour, salt, and sugar
Create a well in the center of your flour mix, and pour in the yeast mixture, the remaining 1 1/2 c. (354g) of water, and the oil. Mix together until you get a shaggy ball of dough. It should be a little sticky, but if it's too sticky, add more flour.
Part 2: Kneading
This step is optional. I find that kneading gives it a chewier texture and keeps the loaf from getting crumbly for longer, but the no-knead method is still delicious and easier. Skip to Part 3 if so desired.
I suck at kneading so I use my handy dandy stand mixer. But you can knead by hand if you want, or you can opt to not knead it at all! You're looking for a nice smooth, stretchy ball of dough.
Part 3: Rise
Lightly grease the inside of your bowl. Put your dough back into the bowl and cover with a lid or a damp cloth or plastic wrap and let rest in a warm location.
I like to put mine in the oven--make sure it's turned off, and make sure everyone you share the kitchen with knows there's dough having a little nap in the oven. Not everyone checks to make sure the oven is empty before turning it on, ya know?
Let rise until the dough has doubled in size and there are tiny bubbles on the surface. Time will vary--if you're using instant yeast, this will likely take 1-2 hours. If you opted for active dry, the rise time will be longer, anywhere from 3-6 hours. If you did the no-knead, method, it may take even longer than that. You could even leave it overnight if you want!
Part 4: Preheating and Shaping
This bread is meant to be baked in a Dutch oven. Dutch ovens trap steam, which helps create a nice crust. But if you don't have a one, don't fret! You can place your loaf on baking sheet, and then place a metal pot over the loaf for the same effect.
When your dough is done rising, take your dough out of the oven and then preheat the oven to 450°F 230°C. Add your Dutch oven or sheet and pot to the oven to allow them to heat up.
Punch down the dough to get rid of the air bubbles, and then place the dough on a lightly-floured surface. Pull the edges of the dough in toward the center. You should see the shape becoming more spherical and feel the surface getting tighter. Here's a quick visual: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IWA0RAAsBHg
Transfer your beautiful dough baby to a sheet of parchment paper. Gently flour the surface of the loaf, and then use your knife to score the top. (Don't go too deep!)
Part 5: Baking and Cooling
When the oven is heated, remove your Dutch oven and transfer your dough and parchment paper inside. Make sure the parchment paper is completely inside to prevent it from burning.
Bake for 30 minutes. After this time, remove the Dutch oven lid and let your loaf bake for 10-15 more minutes until the crust is nice and golden brown
Transfer the loaf to the cooling rack and let it cool for at least an hour before cutting into it. I know it's tempting to dig in right away, but I promise it's worth it.
Your bread should be good for about a week. I like to store mine in tin foil or in a large zip lock bag. To keep your crust nice and crispy, don't wrap it up until it's completely cool.
Enjoy!
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wuxiaphoenix · 2 months
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On Writing: Regular Maintenance
Every day, if you can, go for a walk. Even if it’s just pacing around your room for 15 minutes. Odds are you need to get your blood flowing - and if you’re trying to write a scene that has your characters doing intense action or intense thinking, you really need to get moving.
Concentration - and writing is definitely that - tends to build up stress in your body, sure as being trapped in a glass-walled room with zombies scrambling around to find a weak spot. Taking a walk, getting moving, helps convince the less rational parts of your brain that okay, we ran away from the predator, now we can take a breath and think.
Also it helps the rational part of your brain empathize with your characters racing against the clock. You’re moving. Your heart’s picked up speed. You’re breathing faster. All physical sensations that will help anchor the gossamer thread of imagination in reality.
Plus, whether you’re walking inside or outside, you’ll have to put time and thought into dodging obstacles or navigating tricky footing. This gives you an appreciation for what it takes your character to multitask dodging the deathtraps and still figuring out the secret code to Save the World.
And you might get to see something interesting. Maybe even a little too interesting. Nothing like spotting a black bear or a massive dust bunny to wish you had a few monster-slayers along....
Speaking of maintenance, you also need food, and food storage. If there’s one good thing about January it’s that you can generally find a great day to defrost the chest freezer. By which I mean a day near or below freezing, so anything you can’t fit in the freezer compartment of your fridge can be left in coolers outside without thawing out while you clean and get the chest freezer back down to temp.
Meat, fruit, and vegetables get priority on the freezer space. Bread, butter, cheese, anything you can freeze but it won’t hurt if they hit fridge temps instead, go in the outside coolers. Unplug the freezer, open the lid, and start gently cleaning out the ice. A hairdryer, judiciously used to melt a layer of thick ice without heating the freezer lining, makes getting large sheets of ice out easier. Do not fall into the freezer. It’s awkward getting out.
Once you have the ice out, mix a bit of baking soda and water, apply with cloth or paper towel. Stain and odor removal! Then wipe down with water. Once it’s all as clean as it’ll get, dry it completely before you plug the freezer back in. And allow it enough time to get back to proper freezing temperatures before you refill it. Some internet sources say about 4 hours; ours, we feel better about giving it six. The earlier you start all this in the day, the better.
This also lets you store more physical sensations for writing use. Cold fingers! Slippery baking soda solution! 3D Tetris of How Do I Stack This?
Take care of yourself, and check in with the physical world at the same time. Your writing will be better for it!
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spooniechef · 1 year
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Homemade Caramel Candies (1-2 spoons)
This one was tough to give a measurement in the number of metaphorical spoons it takes to cook it, because it honestly depends on what kinds of metaphorical spoons we’re talking about. ADHD spoons? Just the one; it’s a really simple recipe and is actually pretty good for people who’ll hyperfocus on a task fairly easily. Physical exertion spoons? Depends on the day. I didn’t pick the best day for it when I tried this one, but my mother likes caramel and Mother’s Day was last weekend so I wanted to make her something nice, so I found a caramel recipe on I Heart Naptime. I left her out a tester piece when she came to pick them up and when she ate it, she made that noise that means “OMG THIS IS SO GOOD AND I NEED TO EXPRESS THAT BUT MY MOUTH IS FULL”. You know, the one that sounds vaguely indecent. So it’s probably worth it. It makes a lot of caramel, so you’ll get a lot of use out of just one batch. (I had a lot of leftovers and am pondering caramel apples.)
Here’s what you’ll need:
2 cups light corn syrup (Karo, basically)
2 cups brown sugar
1/4 teaspoon salt
2 cups whipping cream
1/2 cup salted butter, cubed
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
That’s for ingredients. For tools, you’ll need a 9″ x 13″ baking dish, greaseproof paper, and a candy thermometer. These are relatively cheap, and fairly useful for when you’re having a good day and want to make treats for the rest of the week.
Insofar as the vanilla goes, there are other ways of flavouring your caramel. Replace the vanilla extract with a couple of teaspoons of maple syrup (the real kind; you don’t want to be adding Mrs Butterworth’s to this) to make maple fudge, or with two teaspoons of cinnamon oil to make cinnamon caramels, or with two teaspoons of orange extract to make orange caramels ... really, just play around with flavour extracts and see what appeals. Also, you can replace the Karo with honey to make honey caramels. Oh, and you can use white sugar too, but brown sugar really is tasty in this.
Here’s what you do:
Setup first: line your 9″ x 13″ baking dish with greaseproof paper and set aside. Also keep a glass of cold water on hand.
In a large pot, mix your sugar, salt, and Karo syrup over medium-high heat until it’s bubbling and the sugar has dissolved.
Slowly add in the cream, being careful not to stop boiling. Afterwards, do the same with the butter
Keep the mixture at a boil, whisking constantly, for about 15-20 minutes or until it reaches “firm ball stage” (if your candy thermometer doesn’t have those marked, it’s somewhere between 240-245 degrees Farenheit (120 degrees Celcius or so). To check, drizzle some of the mixture into the cold water to flash cool it, then take it out and roll it between your fingers. If it makes a firm but pliable ball (kind of like stickier Play-Doh), it’s ready.
Take off the heat and quickly whisk in the vanilla (or whatever flavouring you’ve chosen).
Pour the mixture into your prepared baking dish and leave to set. (It’ll take a few hours, so it’s best to leave it overnight.)
When it’s set, cut into squares or small rectangles, and wrap those in greasproof paper or plastic wrap.
As you can see, it’s mostly the whisking and the wrapping that’s the issue with this one. But there are a few tips I can offer to make things a little easier, particularly when it gets to the clean-up stage.
For the whisking, take ‘continuously’ with a grain of salt. You do have to whisk constantly when adding the cream, but you can take a brief pause in the whisking while the mixture’s boiling if you need to. Switching hands often also helps. But honestly, since the mixture isn’t particularly thick, it’s not as hard as it sounds.
If you do need to use a handheld electric mixer, you probably can. Just use the whisk attachment and be careful of the candy thermometer.
While it’s generally recommended to leave the candy thermometer in the mixture until it reaches the desired temperature, that’s not always possible. For instance, my biggest pot isn’t big enough to clip the first candy thermometer I got to the side of the pot, so it very much gets in the way. I ended up buying a digital thermometer which can serve as a meat thermometer as well as a candy thermometer, and I just stuck the thermometer into the mixture at intervals to check the temperature, wiping off the sensor between times. It’s a good way of dealing with things if you’re using an electric whisk or just struggling to whisk without hitting the thermometer, but if you’re doing that, just be careful not to touch the bottom of the pan with the sensor, because it will mess with the readings.
 For clean-up, put your pot in the sink, put all the utensils you used into the pot, and then boil a full kettle of water. Pour the water into the pot with just a little bit of washing-up liquid, stir briefly and let sit for about five minutes. Then dump the whole thing out and wash as normal. The heat from the boiling water will dissolve the candy and not oblige you to use a Brillo pad or an overly heavy setting on the dishwasher.
You do not have to cut and wrap all the caramel in one sitting. Do a half or a third or even a quarter at a time. Cutting the caramels is strenuous, wrapping the caramels is fiddly and irritating, and both one after the other is actually more painful than the whisking if you try to do it all at once. This stuff keeps its soft sticky for weeks, and even harder caramels are still tasty. There’s nothing wrong with having a carefully wrapped caramel brick in the fridge, to be cut into servings as needed.
This one’s a little more ambitious than most of the other recipes here, but I found it a lot easier than I was expecting to, so I thought I’d share. Just make sure your spoon budget allows for it, and when it comes to cutting out servings, don’t do more than you can handle.
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gatsby-system-folks · 10 months
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I've got 4 recipes hereeeee
Are you telling me a mixed vegetables fried this rice
Get your vegetables. I used frozen vegetables like a loser but any vegetables oughtta work. Steamed broccoli would be good. Green beans, carrots, and corn was what I used and it slapped.
Make some rice (boil water, add about half as much rice with the understanding that rice grows, simmer for for 10-15 minutes or until it's about as soft as you want it LOOK AT ME: POKE IT WITH A SPOON DO NOT TOUCH THE BOILING RICE WITH YOUR FINGER, fluff and serve)
Butter a frying pan and heat it
Put the rice and veg in the frying pan and let them heat up for a short while. They'll sound pretty when it's ready.
Then crack in an egg.
And scramble it.
I always make my fried rice pretty soft cooked but you can get it crispy if so desired
Easy on the soy sauce. Use sesame seed oil too.
In total, including clean up and buffer time it takes about an hour, but it could take longer or shorter depending on how fast you cook.
Boujee botato burrito
This one's stupid
But it tastes GOOD
Prepare some steak fries however you like to prepare stake fries. I deep fry and my mama bakes them. Air fryer, pan fried, cooked over an open flame idc.
Get a tortilla. Not a tiny one either, we're working with steak fries here.
Here me out. I know this is stupid but AMERICAN CHEESE is actually best in this case. It's got a good texture. And juuuust enough flavor to compliment and give the burrito a little grounding without becoming a main aspect of the dish.
So put your tortilla on your Large Heating Surface Of Choice, I use a grill but whatevers big enough, a frying pan would work, and toast it and melt the cheese a little.
Then put on your fries.
Then, and I need a citation for this because I do not know the exact combination of herbs but use Cajun seasoning. Look up badia cajun seasoning and use that. Or season to taste, you want a slightly sweet and spicy blend, kinda like the seasoning on a barbecue chip but more Green and Yellow
Then top it with romaine lettuce and wrap it.
Or other lettuce or maybe spinach, but you don't want to overload the flavor.
This one takes much less time, the longest part is cooking the fries, I'd say about 20 minutes total, even with clean up.
It tastes.. in the same ballpark as a gyro. Not the same at all, but like if a gyro had a cousin from Weeki Wochi Springs (and... that's pretty accurate actually. As someone who is intimately familiar with the Really Sweaty parts of florida and is reasonably familiar with our next door flood buddy (louisianna) and the food from both places. Look if you've ever been to Natchitoches, LA and try food from there you'll know what I mean)
Thor's comfort food
That's a fucking stupid name sorry
It's soup. So we're clear.
This is borderline stew, and is something to make to feed you for several days, it's very hearty.
And this is a leftover soup! But it doesn't have to be you can make it fresh if you want to.
But chop up some fries and chicken (I used leftover steak fries and chicken tenders, which have a story behind them but not for here, I'm not that southern)
Put them in a deep pot with some butter to start getting them warm. The chicken needs to be all the way cooked beforehand, this is where the leftover part comes in handy. The steak fries less so but yk
When they're warm and popping a little, add a can of cream of chicken soup, milk, cheddar and mozzarella cheese, SALT, chili seasoning, a shake of Tony chachere's, (that's pronounced SaShaRay's if you wanna ask for it at a grocery store), and a dash of honey mustard.
Let it warm and mingle on high heat until it tastes super good.
Put aside and make some rice (sea above). Yellow or brown rice would be SO GOOD with this, especially yellow rice. I only had white on hand tho loll
Mix the rice into the soup, and heat it up again to serving temp.
I'd serve it with some nutty bread. Not pumpernickel or white bread. Rye would be good. Or even just some standard wheat bread. Maybe some cheddar biscuits or cornbread lol.
This one takes much longer just by nature, I'd give it an hour to an hour and a half, clean up included.
This one doesn't have a name right now lol
Goat cheese
Blueberries
Honey
Rosemary if you're a homestuck (or have good taste in herbs)
Put it in a (oven safe) bowl or even straight on some thick bread (foccacia would work well. That's fecasha if you've never seen the word written out. Horse divorce).
Put it in the oven, or better, a toaster oven (not a microwave)
Heat it until the berries and goat cheese get soft
Blend it all together
Serve..
It takes maybe 15mins
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helenfletcher · 4 months
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Zimtsterne star shaped cookies are one of Germany's favorite Christmas cookies. Naturally gluten free with four ingredients, these cookies are fat free and go together in minutes. Germany is famous for its maravelous baking such as Murbteig Pastry, a lemon butter cookie with endless variations and Pfeffernusse cookies, those delightful powdered sugared "peppernuts" as they are known. As with some European cookies, Zimtsterne cookies are finished with a snow white meringue that is baked with the cookie. It forms a crispy finish to an otherwise softer textured cookie. Four ingredients including almond flour make up the cookie and the frosting. One of the best things about this cookie is the longer they sit in an airtight tin, the better they taste. As with most spice heavy cookies, they need time to mellow. Honey Diamonds are another example of a spice rich cookie. The amount of cinnamon may seem like a lot, but it mellows as they sit. Variations Hazelnut flour can be substituted for the almond flour. Recipe Ingredients FRONT ROW: Cinnamon, egg whites BACK ROW: Almond flour, powdered sugar Be sure to see the recipe card below for the exact ingredients & instructions. Step by Step Instructions for Zimtsterne Step 1. Add the cinnamon to the almond flour in a large bowl. Step 2. Whisk together completely. Step 3. Add the egg whites to the mixing bowl. Beat until soft peaks for. Step 4. Slowly add the powdered sugar to the beaten egg whites. Step 5. Beat the egg whites for up to 8 minutes until very, very thick. Step 6. They will not reach the firm stage but will have increased. They will fall off the beater in a thick stream. Step 7. Remove 3/4 cup for the frosting. Set aside. Step 8. Add the almond/cinnamon mixture to the egg whites and fold in by hand. Step 9. Mix the dough completely. It will be very thick. Step 10. Flatten the dough and place it between waxed paper. Roll to about 1/3". Step 11. Remove the top piece of paper. Step 12. Cut the cookies out with a star shaped cutter. I used a 2 1/4" cutter but smaller sizes would work well also. Step 13. Apply about 1/2 teaspoon of the reserved meringue on top of the cookie. Step 14. The easiest way to do this is to use an offset spatula with a pointed end. Step 15. Push the meringue from the center to the edges of the cookie. Step 16. Applying the meringue takes a bit of patience and time. Lacking those, simply cut out round "moons" and cover those. Recipe FAQS What does the name Zimtsterne mean? It is German for Cinnamon star. What is the origin of Zimtsterne? While the origin is unclear, it is first mentioned in the mid 16th century being attributed to Swabian region of Germany. Because cinnamon was very expensive only the very rich or royalty enjoyed these cookies. When are these served? Zimtsterne is one of the favorite Chistmas cookie in Germany. They are also served at other holidays. Expert Tips While really easy to make, it is important to beat the meringue sufficiently to increase the volume and to get it as thick as possible. By working the dough between waxed paper, the dough rolls out without using additional powdered sugar which can caramelize when baked. Use whatever size cutter you want. While the star is the traditional shape of the cookie, other shapes can be used. Because the dough is very thick when mixing is finished, the almond flour and cinnamon should be whisked to combine so they are evenly distributed when mixed. These cookies should be dried for about 24 hours to look their best. Place the cookies on the lowest rung of the oven. The meringue should remain as white as possible even after baking. The cookies should be aged a couple of days before eating. The amount of cinnamon may seem excessive but after storing it will become less strong. More European Cookies to Enjoy If you love these Zimtsterne or any other recipe on my website, please leave a &#x1f3
1f; star rating in the recipe card and let me know how it went the in 📝 comments below. Thank you and I appreciate each of you being here! Zimtsterne - German Cinnamon Stars Zimtsterne star shaped cookies are one of Germany's favorite Christmas cookies. Naturally gluten free with few ingredients, these cookies are fat free and go together in minutes. Star shaped cookie cutterPointed offset spatula 3 1/4 cups almond flour or meal (370 grams)3 to 4 tablespoons cinnamon3 large egg whites (100 grams) 2 cups powdered sugar (225 grams) Line several baking sheets with parchment paper. Whisk the almond or hazelnut flour and cinnamon together completely. Set aside.Place the egg whites in the bowl of a mixer and beat until soft peaks form. Slowly add the powdered sugar and beat for about 8 minutes. This will not form stiff peaks, but it will be very thick and fall from the beater in thick ribbons. Remove 3/4 cup of the meringue for the frosting. Set aside.Fold the almond flour/cinnamon mixture into the remaining meringue completely.Flatten the dough into a round and place between waxed paper. Roll out about 1/3" thick. Cut the cookies into stars or moons and place on the parchment lined baking sheets about 1 1/2" apart to make finishing them easier. Re-roll the scraps and make more cookies. Drop about 1/2 to 3/4 teaspoon of the reserved meringue in the middle of the cookie. Push it out to the edges, covering the cookie completely. The easiest way I have found to do this is to use a small offset spatula with a pointed end.Let the cookies dry at room temperature for about 24 hours.Preheat the oven to 225°F. Place the cookies on the lowest rack in the oven and bake for 20 to 25 minutes until baked through. The meringue should stay as white as possible.   All of my recipes include Step by Step photos to guide you.   While really easy to make, it is important to beat the meringue sufficiently to increase the volume and to get it as thick as possible. By working the dough between waxed paper, the dough rolls out without using additional powdered sugar which can caramelize when baked. Use whatever size cutter you want. While the star is the traditional shape of the cookie, other shapes can be used. Because the dough is very thick when mixing is finished, the almond flour and cinnamon should be whisked to combine so they are evenly distributed when mixed. These cookies should be dried for about 24 hours to look their best. Place the cookies on the lowest rung of the oven. The meringue should remain as white as possible even after baking. The cookies should be aged a couple of days before eating. The amount of cinnamon may seem excessive but after storing it will become less strong. These cookies will last for weeks in an airtight container.  They only get better.   CookiesGermanGerman Christmas Cookies, Gluten free, Zimststerne,
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chealsea1950sbaker · 1 year
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1950's Cream Cheese Pound Cake
The morning sun beams through the windows of my small apartment. My apartment feeling warm and toasty which is not typically for early November. Living in Canada we see our first snow fall in mid October. Its early November and the temperatures are in the mid-teens. Still sweater weather, but thats globe warming I guess.
This morning I was proud of myself, normally I leave everything to the last minute. If I'm not doing it the day its due I wont be motivated to work. However this morning I began making my cream cheese pound Which sounds good but also weird for someone who doesn't like cake. The sponge texture of pound cake in my mouth just makes me want to puke. Cake seems easy to make, easier then cookies and at least my boyfriend will eat it.
As I began to pull my ingredients out of the fridge, I glad a cold block of cream cheese and set in on my warm counter top. Next I glad a stick of butter. Eying the green tin foil label, about to unwrap it. I noticed the gold writing on the greasy stick. "Garlic and Herb Butter" How could I be so dumb. This isnt butter! Its garlic butter! At least I noticed before placing it into the bowl. This means I have to go back to the local grocery store. Once returning home again, I began my cake making experience.
Looking at the recipe off my phone, the picture looks like a torn piece of paper. It asks for one stick stick of butter, 2 sticks on margarine. I start thinking to myself, "whats the differences between butter and margarine? Why do I need both?" A block of cream cheese 3 cups of sugar, 3 cups of flour, one teaspoon of vanilla, one teaspoon of lemon and 6 eggs. 6 EGGS! Why so many eggs. I have never used more than 3 eggs before. Feeling confused, I continue reading. The recipe just tells me to add all ingredients and mix. I began with the hard block or cream cheese and stick of butter. Then I guess how much 2 sticks of margarine would be. I reach for the bag of sugar, adding 3 cups to the clear plastic bowl. Next the 6 eggs. Cracking each egg of the counter and dropping the egg yolk into the bowl. Before I add flour, I began to mix. I do not own and electric mixer, which would be a good investment. Mixing by hand isnt bad when the mix is easy. With the hard blocks it was impossible to get the clumps of butter and cream cheese out. I kept mixing. Mixing until my right hand began to cramp. Nothing was working.
I added one cup of flour then I mixed. My hand was in pain. I added another cup of flour, my hand begins to throb. Still clumps. I throw the bowl into the microwave for 15 second. Take the mild warm bowl out, mixed. Repeat. Still clumps of cream cheese. I give up. I added another cup of flour and the lemon and vanilla. I mixed for another minute as thats all my hand could take. Then I add the cake batter into my pink cake pan. Then Oven has been pre-heat at 325. The warmth from the oven hits my face was I open the oven door. I place the pink cake pan on the top rack and allow it to bake. It requires the bake for 1 hour and 30 minutes which the last 30 minutes it needs to be covered.
The cake is in the oven, walking to the bathroom, run the hot water and take a hot shower. The hot water turns my pale skin red. The walls are moist, water dripping down them. As I dry off, I can smell the cake. I lost track of time. The scent takes me to the kitchen. I open the hot oven door. The cake looking golden. I pull it out of the oven, place it on the stove allowing it to cool. The strong smell on lemon hits my nose, making my stomach turn. I keep myself busy as the cake is cooling. Once done cooling I cut a slice. Still warm and moist, sunshine yellow with chucks of cream cheese. It taste just like a creamy lemon cake. As for someone who doesnt like cake, this cake was not bad and I believe a success!
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lomocorporate · 2 years
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Dutch crunch bread recipe
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The rice paste crust also gives the bread a distinctive flavour. The paste dries and cracks during the baking process. The bread is generally made with sesame oil and with a pattern baked into the top made by painting rice paste onto the surface prior to baking. Tiger bread (also sold as Dutch crunch in the USA, tijgerbrood or tijgerbol in Netherlands) is the commercial name for a loaf of bread which has a unique mottled crust. You can taste it before you even bite into it! Something that looks this pretty and exciting MUST taste good! If ‘ we first eat with our eyes‘ holds meaning for you, make this bread. This has to be the prettiest bread I have ever made one of the most satisfying too. The bread is a common option at sandwich shops all over the Bay Area and is often one of the first breads to run out. This recipe for the Dutch Crunch topping came from Rose Levy Beranbaum’s The Bread Bible an adaptation of a recipe found on Baking Bites. The final product has a delightful sweet crunch to it that makes it perfect for a sandwich roll. In Dutch it’s called Tijgerbrood or “tiger bread” after the tiger-like shell on the bread when it comes out of the oven. Technically, Dutch Crunch doesn’t refer to the type of bread, but rather the topping that is spread over the bread before baking. Sara and Erica also challenged us to create a one of a kind sandwich with our bread! Sara and Erica of Baking JDs were our March 2012 Daring Baker hostesses! Sara & Erica challenged us to make Dutch Crunch bread, a delicious sandwich bread with a unique, crunchy topping. I was exhilarated when mine began to crackle, roar and ‘tiger up’ in the oven. The challenge was to bake Dutch Crunch Bread or Tijgerbrood. This month Daring Bakers led us straight into the wild,, or rather the wild side of bread baking. I have never seen a bread prettier than this one and I have never been so elated baking bread, something I do quite often. The countries are the soup, the meat, the vegetables, the salad… but bread is king.” Place in the oven and bake for 25-30 minutes or until golden brown on top.“Bread is the king of the table and all else is merely the court that surrounds the king.Clean up any topping that falls on the tray. Spread the topping on top of the dough, you are going to want a thick layer on the top.(The consistency will be similar to glue, if not you can add a small amount of water at a time) Let sit for 15 minutes until it becomes slightly frothy. Now for the topping you combine the yeast, lukewarm water, sugar, vegetable oil, salt, and rice flour.Then cover the dough so that it doesn’t dry out while you make the topping. I form the dough pieces into elongated sandwich sized lengths and flatten out slightly, placing on a cookie tray that has parchment paper. Take the dough out of the mixer, grease the bowl and place the dough back and cover with saran wrap for 1 hour.(You can knead the dough by hand, till it forms an elastic ball) Then use a stand mixer with dough hook on speed 2 for 5 minutes.Gradually add in the flour and stir until it forms a rough dough.In the bowl mix the active dry yeast, warm water, and warm milk, sugar, and oil let sit for five minutes to let the active yeast process.
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interlunium-opus · 3 years
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Enhypen as your Best Friend: Jake edition
Check out other members’ versions too: Heeseung | Jay | Sunghoon | Sunoo | Jungwon | Ni-Ki
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Is so kind, caring and selfless that he makes you feel like the spawn of evil or something.
“Jake, what the hell? You have all these cards, you could have won instead!” You shriek when you flip his cards over and discovered that he had enough +4 UNO card to flip the game over.
“Yeah, but you’d have to pick up like 20 extra cards,” he shrugs, picking up the cards to reorganize them.
“So?”
“Well, I don’t want to do that,” he mumbles before shooting you his signature megawatt smile, “Not to you at least. 10/10 would do it to Ni-Ki though.”
Always keep you at the forefront of his mind.
When he’s at the coffee shop: “Oh, I bet she hasn’t had her coffee yet,” and then he goes on to order you your usual.
When he’s at the bakery: “Oh, I bet she hasn’t had her lunch yet — gotta get her something,” and then he goes on to buy a selection of your favorite pastries.
When he’s shopping, “Oh, she really loves clothes like this — I’ll just get it for her.”
When he passes by a bookstore, “Oh, that’s the kind of book she likes,” then he quickly disappears into the bookstore to get it for you.
“What are you? Her mum?” Sunghoon would often complain as he is always the one being made to wait while Jake is busy getting you stuffs.
Quality time with him would consist of activities like baking nights; picnics; volunteer sessions and so on. Being the selfless lad he is though, he’d always take it upon himself to do the majority of the hard work (though he’ll slot in a chance to brag about himself in between especially if it concerns his strength or skills).
“Oh gosh, this is why restaurants and bakeries exists,” you complain as you rolled the dough for the umpteenth time.
“Let me,” he set down the cream he was mixing, offering to take over.
“Dude, no — you’re more exhausted than I am from your soccer practice, I have absolutely no right to compl-“
“Aww don’t worry about it. You’ve been studying all night too,” he assures, pulling a chair and beckoning you to sit down instead, “besides, I have the strength of like a hundred men so yknow things like these are peanuts for me,” he snickers.
Boi is flirty as heck though. Thank God, you have ice in your veins. Otherwise, you’d be catching feelings quicker than you can spell out his name.
“Do you want anything?” He asks as you guys stand in line at Starbucks.
You shook your head, “Nah, not a fan. I like Coffee Bean better.”
"Oh we can stop by later then," he suggests.
"It's fine Jake, we've already passed it by earlier."
Then suddenly after disappearing for some 15 minutes to allegedly take a call outside, Jake returned, oddly out of breath, with a Coffee Bean paper bag, filled with your usual coffee order.
“Dude! Coffee Bean is like what almost 8 minutes away by walk?! That's like a 16 minute return-trip or something...”
“Less if you run," he winks, “Come on, for you — anything."
Then as per his habits, he’d bite his lips as he grins.
Or that other time, during one of your baking nights:
“You know if you’re tired you can always cancel our baking night right?” You suggest as you unlock the door to your apartment.
“No way — it’s like our weekly ritual. Also it’s like therapeutic for me, a respite from all those rowdy boys at home; rowdy boys at practice and my hectic lifestyle,” he posits, placing the groceries, which he had insisted to carry, up onto your kitchen counter, “unless of course you’re tired? Then of course we can-“
“Never as tired as you’re supposed to be though — if you say so, then sure.”
“Aww,” he coos, “Seriously, if you’re tired, I’ll take over tonight.”
“No way, you’re always taking up my share of work, I feel like a freeloader.”
“Oh come on, freeloading is when it’s one-sided. We aren’t like that.”
“You must really like baking huh?”
“I mean yeah but actually, it’s not the baking per se that I love the most from our baking nights,” Jake murmurs as he help you unpack the groceries, “it’s being with you that I love the most. That’s the therapeutic part, you; making things together with you; making things for you; —“
You stopped unpacking and stare up at him, wondering what have you done so far to even deserve Jake. He stares back at you, beaming widely, “basically you.” ((Yeah he bit his lips after that))
As if there’s gravity, his hands are somewhat always on you whether it is an arm over your shoulders; his hand holding yours whenever you guys cross the road; his hand reaching yours whenever you just put a hand up to wave at him in the hallway; all the tackle hugs he does whenever he sees you; resting his head against your shoulders; and the list goes on (nothing you’re uncomfortable with though). No wonder the girls are always shooting glares at you — he’s always acting as if you guys are dating.
“Gosh, get a room!” Jay would always scream whenever he's around you two and Jake starts to get all clingy and handsy.
A good exemplary student but for you, just for you, he can make some sort of light concession. For instance, if you doze off in class, he’d cover your back.
“Oh crap, I dozed off didnt I?”
“A bit,” Jake whispers back, “Go back to sleep, I’ll wake you up once he starts moving around the hall,” he winks.
“Nah I shouldn’t, I’ve already missed out a whole page of notes,” you sigh when suddenly Jake pushes his book towards you, “Got you covered girl, don’t worry. Just get another 5 minutes of shut-eye alright? I know you pulled up an all-nighter last night.”
“I wish you’re as lenient to me as you to her,” Ni-Ki grumbles beside him.
Jake scoffs, “Nah not you bruh — you deserve being found out when you’re napping when all you do at night is playing games with Heeseung.”
Would excitedly wave at you, or send a flying kiss at you if he feels daring, during his soccer matches whenever he spots you in the crowd.
Playfully competitive in a very annoying way. “Hey, bet you can’t run faster than I can..." / “Hey, bet you can’t finish the homework within an hour..." / "Hey, bet you can’t squat more than I do...” — it’s ok though, you thought, ‘cus no human is perfect, he has to have a flaw especially when his selflessness is inhumanely off the charts.
Your study buddy! You guys are always either in the library, the class or at each other’s places — mostly to study (if you guys aren’t having your non-study-related quality time, that is). Of course, he’d get competitive eventually, “hey, bet you can’t solve question 12! I got it in just what 3 minutes?”
Boi is a coward but he would brave through anything for you (at least *try* to). That's how everyone knows you're his soft spot.
"Jake, you hate horror movies.”
“But you love the Conjuring series”
“Yeah, but I can just watch it alone. You don’t need to accompany me to the theatre for this.”
“Nah, why would I do that to you? Come on have some faith in me — horror movies are nothing.”
and then you found out from a trusted informant (Jungwon) that Jake couldnt sleep without the lights on for 1 week straight after that.
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tartglias · 3 years
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domestic headcanons
characters: zhongli, ganyu and childe
warnings: slight???? nsfw with childe. barely though
request: “Yayy a new genshin blog! I love your writing so far! Can I request some domestic fluff headcanons with Ganyu, Zhongli and Childe?”
writing for ganyu brought me so many feelings i had to stop and search fancams because i’m too in love with her
Zhongli
Zhongli loves to spend time with you. It can be any activity really, whether just sitting down drinking tea, walking around Liyue Harbor or just him reading you a book as you rested your head on his lap. But he has one activity that he absolutely adores.
Said activity is dancing
It doesn’t matter if there’s no music, he would simply start humming one of your favorite melodies or an ancient tune as he takes your hand in his and slow dances with you.
This can happen at any place and moment of the day as well.
In the mornings, when you wake up to an empty bed and the smell of breakfast, you sleepily walk towards the source of it and find Zhongli in the kitchen. “Good morning, dear” he says as soon as he notices your presence. “How did you sleep?” He asks as he wraps his arms around your body and you lay your head on his chest, still a little sleepy. “Mmkay, but I like it better when you’re there” you managed to say. That’s when he lets out a small laugh and starts swaying your bodies side by side, as if he was following the beat of an imaginary melody. If you weren’t actually standing up on your two feet, and if Zhongli wasn’t holding you as well, you were sure you would have fallen asleep again.
During tea time in the afternoon, after conversing for a while. Occasionally, Zhongli gets hit with a wave of nostalgia, remembering things he used to do, see and hear. It’s often a dance or a soft tune. This time, it’s a tune he once heard from an old man from Qingce Village. “If I recall correctly, it went something like this. Care to join me?” he says, extending his hand for you to take. Standing up, you gladly take it as he leads you a few steps away from the table in the backyard. Placing his hand on your waist, while holding your other hand with his, he brings you closer and starts humming the melody of the song he heard that one time in the past.
It’s also at night, after a long stressful day, without a word he takes your hand and slow dances with you. Sometimes he hums, sometimes he sings. Or silence fills the air, but either way, it relaxes you. You snuggle closer to him, hearing the steady beat of his heart and feeling as your nerves start disappearing slowly.
It doesn’t matter the time or place, not even the activities that keep you two busy, he will always find a moment to take you in his arms and slow dance with you. It’s his favorite moment of the day, after all.
Ganyu
Ganyu is a busy woman, always going from here to there, trying to help as much as she can as a member of the Qixing. This means, unfortunately for you, that she doesn’t have all the time in the world to spare and go on countless dates with you. But it’s not like you can complain either. She always makes a little space for you in her so busy day.
Though there are times, that are definitely not frequent, in which she gets a day off. She takes advantage of this extra free time to spend it with you as much as she can, and this time, you decided to stay at home and bake some chocolate chip cookies.
You had all the ingredients ready and everything on place. After checking, you turned around to see Ganyu wearing a Rex Lapis apron, “where did she even get that from?” you thought as you let out a small giggle. “Isn’t it cute?” she asked once she noticed the look on your face. You nodded and kissed her cheek. “Very”
The preparation process went somewhat okay, Ganyu told you to mix the dry ingredients while she did the rest. The moment you had to mix both preparations, Ganyu accidentally spilled a little bit, getting your hand dirty. You smiked at this, an idea popping in your mind. You turned around and got a little bit of flour on your finger, and booped her nose.
“Y/n! Now my nose is dirty!” she exclaimed, quickly cleaning her nose. “The power of revenge” you said, going back to the mix, pretending like it was nothing. “Oh I see. What if I do this?” she said, surprising you with three fingers covered in flour and spreading it on your cheek. You gasped and Ganyu let out a loud laugh. “What was that for?!” you asked, cleaning your cheek as you laughed. “It’s the power of revenge my love!” she said, mocking you.
Let’s just say that the expected 15 minutes of mixing turned into almost an hour because neither of you could keep each other’s hands away from each other. By the moment you put the cookies in the oven, you were both covered in flour and cookie mix.
“You have something there” you said, poking her upper lip with your finger that was barely covered with cookie dough. “Why don’t you come and clean it, now that we’re done?” she asked, with a voice that grew shier by each word spoken. You smiled fondly at her, you truly did love this woman. You wrapped your arms around her and brought her body closer to you, enough to gently press your forehead against hers. Closing your eyes you whispered the words you’ve been thinking all day. “I love you” you whispered, and you felt her smile. She then kissed you, eagerly but sweetly. Her lips felt soft against yours, and you could taste the cookie dough you previously put on her lip. “I” kiss. “love” kiss. “you” kiss. “too” kiss.
It’s in these moments that you both feel like nothing in the world matters, except you two. Not work, not adepti or human matters, not anyone outside your shared home. It’s you and her, and the mutual love you share.
Childe
Waking up next to Childe is a rare occasion, reason why you cherish these moments with your soul.
You felt the first sun rays hit your face and started blinking, slowly opening your eyes as you yawned. You immediately noticed your lover next to you, the same first rays of sunlight hitting his face, but he didn’t seem to mind. He looked beautiful. Even with messy hair and his mouth slightly opened, he looked beautiful.
You didn’t want to wake him up, so you admired him until you couldn’t control yourself and started tracing your fingers across his cheek, jawline, lips. You counted the small freckles and moles that were on his face and neck, tracing and creating an imaginary constellation.
“How much longer until I get my morning kiss?” he muttered, eyes still closed but lifting up his hand to caress your bare thigh. “For how long have you been awake?” you asked, feeling guilty that you woke him up. “A while. Now kiss” he said, pouting. You moved your body closer to his, so now you were half on top of him, face only centimetres away. “Before or after I woke up?” you asked, smirking. “Green. Kiss me” he said, lifting up his hand to pull you in and finally kiss you. You giggled in the kiss, but quickly melted. His kisses always made you feel drunk, wanting more and more from him. The hand that was on your thigh managed to lift you up, so you were now on top of him, and you realized that he also wanted more from you.
But you felt like teasing him a little, so you sat up, straddling him. He chased your lips as soon as you moved your face away from his, and pouted. “Eager, are we?” you asked, letting out a short laugh. “It’s not my fault you look breathtaking in the mornings, love” he said, now sitting up and wrapping his arms around your waist, with you still on his lap.
“Kiss me again” he requested. “Okay” you said, getting closer to him again. He closed his eyes again, expecting to feel your lips again soon. But instead, you removed yourself from his grasp and stood up. “If you catch me”
The rest of the day was filled with kisses, desperate or soft, with or without intentions of something else. But the thing that remained in all of them, was the love that was transmitted from both sides.
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finoalcielo · 2 years
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ARATA & HARU BREAD FESTIVAL
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ARATA: Today's my birthday~🎶 AOI: Arata, happy birthday! HARU: Yay~🌸🍀✨ ARATA: Meaning? HARU: Bread Festival~!! ARATA: So we'll be baking bread! HARU: Bread!! AOI: I'll be observing them.
#Arata & Haru's Bread Festival
ARATA: We'll update our progress in real time! HARU: Please enjoy the struggle of beginner cookers as we cook AOI: Good luck! HARU: First of all, the teacher (Home Bakery, a bread making machine) has arrived. ARATA: Teacher! Oh, hasn't it been waiting since March to be used?
#Arata & Haru's Bread Festival
HARU: First, strip the teacher. AOI: (read: take it out of the box) ARATA: It's a very important process. \rustle rustle/ HARU: Unboxing a new home appliance somehow increases your excitement, does it not? ARATA: It does. \Ta-dah/ ARATA & HARU: Ooh~!!
#Arata & Haru's Bread Festival
HARU: Our teacher is very skilled... it can make anything from bread to pizza to udon and even soba... ARATA: Just one person (read: thing) is enough for it all... HARU: Sweet bread~ ARATA: Woah, sweeet~~ AOI: Oh, you can also make jam too.
#Arata & Haru's Bread Festival
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ARATA & HARU: What's this? AOI: I'm pretty sure it's explained in the manual.
#Arata & Haru's Bread Festival #It was a blade that would mix when activated #There was also a measuring cup too
HARU: Power on!! ARATA: Teacher, start!! HARU: By the way, since the weather was so great, we decided to do this in the balcony (the garden is in the background) ARATA: Baking outside. Hmm, very fashionable. AOI: Fashio..??
#Arata & Haru's Bread Festival
HARU: Now, let's make bread!! ARATA: Yes!! AOI: Put the prepared ingredients into the machine as follows... ARATA: Teacher, here are the ingredients . HARU: Please look at these, teacher. AOI: ...Go ahead. HARU: ① Water ARATA: Waaattteeer~! HARU: ② Flour ARATA: Magic flllooourrr~~!! HARU: ③ Unsalted butter ARATA: Since it was too firm, cut it into pieces!! HARU: ④ Dry yeast ARATA: Bam!
#Arata & Haru's Bread Festival
AOI: It's amazing that the teacher will be mixing it all... HARU: I'm a man who doesn't dirty his own hands.. ARATA: Fufufu AOI: Yes yes yes ARATA & HARU: Switch on!!
#Arata & Haru's Bread Festival
HARU: Huh? Oops! AOI: What's wrong? ARATA: It'll take 4 hours and 15 minutes AOI: ? Yes, because of fermentation. HARU: Oh, I thought it was telling us the current time... ※ The current time is 4:15 HARU: I thought the teacher (read: machine) was so talented that it would automatically tell us the current time... AOI: It doesn't has such a function (smile) ARATA: Woah, it's really mixing... HARU: And even the birds are singing. AOI: We're outside (laughs) ARATA: Croquette also came to watch it~ HARU: He's supporting the teacher too🍀 AOI: How bizarre... ARATA & HARU: We'll be back in 4 hours and 15 minutes!!
#Arata & Haru's Bread Festival
~ AFTER 4 HOURS & 15 MINUTES ~
ARATA: I can smell the bread now HARU: Is it still not done yet? ARATA: It's gotten quieter now that it's done mixing ※32 minutes left
#Arata & Haru's Bread Festival
ARATA: Teacher is calling us!! (The bell has rung) HARU: Stand up! 🧍 ARATA: Bow🙇 ARATA & HARU: Thank you for your hard work, Teacher!! AOI: You're having fun (laughs)
#Arata & Haru's Bread Festival
☆ ARATA & HARU BREAD FESTIVAL・BAKING COMPLETE ☆
HARU: It was a- ARATA: -skillful baking~!!! AOI: The teacher baked it (laughs). But, congratulations! ARATA: Let's upload a photo. HARU: Of course~! The teacher did its best~! Woah! Look at the bread! AOI: There's no way the teacher can fail... what an amazing teacher.
#Arata & Haru's Bread Festival
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HARU: I offer this for Arata's birthday... ARATA: Thanks! HARU: And before the next birthday party, I will... AOI: Ah, are you going to make something again? HARU: Next time, I will make cocoa bread. I'd like to try various ingredients~ ARATA: That's all for today's bread making! AOI: Good work!
#Arata & Haru's Bread Festival
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mcwriting · 3 years
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dinner
Here's another banger of a request from @laurentrvn! I enjoyed writing this a lot and hope it lives up to your vision!
Ship: Tom Holland x Reader
Word Count: 905
Warnings: don't think there are any, it's pretty fluffy
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You had been sitting for so long that your butt ached and legs felt stiff.
Sure, getting to work from home at times was a blessing, but after hours of sitting and staring at a screen, letters were practically floating off the page. Words became incoherent.
You closed your eyes and leaned forward on the desk to rub your temples.
It was time to throw in the towel, and thankfully you heard the faint click of the lock and turning of the door handle.
"Oh thank goodness," you whispered to yourself upon hearing the rustle of plastic grocery bags being set down in the kitchen.
Tom had brought food, and it was at a relatively normal time of day.
That was one of the nice things about when he was between projects. Sure, you loved being on set with Tom or going to premiere and press events, but his schedule mixed with your own made it difficult to spend quality time together.
It's not to say that he wasn't working at all, though. When he was home like this, he usually lined up his schedule with yours as he worked through scripts, met with directors and producers, and continued writing his own screenplay.
Just like today, when he had gone out to meet with someone about a film he had recently been reading the script for.
You sat up and leaned back in your office chair, swiveling to face the doorway. Only a few moments later, Tom appeared.
"How's work going, dear," he asked, leaning on the door frame.
"Do you think it's bad that letters are swirling around the room?"
He laughed and shook his head.
"I got out of my meeting early, so I went and bought the ingredients for that pasta bake we both like," he said as he walked towards you.
You grinned and looked up as he stood over you.
"Did your meeting go well?"
"Better than ever. He wants to cast me!" Tom answered.
"Babe! That's amazing. When do you start shooting?"
"Let's not talk about it right now. There are still details to be hammered out. And I'm hungry."
Tom leaned down and pressed a tender, slow kiss to your mouth.
You wanted to stay there forever, but you also were hungry. You pulled away with a hum.
"Mmm. If you don't mind chopping the veggies I'll finish up here and then join you in the kitchen."
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By the time you had saved and closed up everything, Tom was already finished cutting everything up and was filling a pot of water to boil.
"Do you mind making the sauce? Yours tastes better than mine," he asked as you leaned against the bar.
"I don't know. I've been sitting so long I think I've forgotten how to walk," you quipped with a grin, heading to the stove and grabbing a saucepan from the cabinet.
As he waited for the pasta to cook, Tom stood behind you stirring the tomato sauce, his arms snug around your waist and chin rested on your shoulder. He swayed you gently while you added herbs and spices to the red mixture.
"Dance with me," he suggested.
You couldn't say no to the opportunity, setting down your spoon and turning to face him.
You were happily slow dancing in the small space, but the moment was fleeting as you were snapped out of it by the sizzling sounds of pasta boiling over.
"Oh!" you exclaimed, grabbing the lid from the pot to make the bubbles subside.
"I guess I can take the blame for that one," he quipped, causing you to give him a look.
"Here," you said, handing him a fork. "Check to see if they're tender enough."
As he did that, you stole a splash of pasta water to add to your sauce. Once the pasta was ready, he drained the water and added it to the sauce, ready to be layered with spiced ricotta and mozzarella.
With the pasta now in the oven, you had 15 minutes of waiting, so you resumed dancing throughout the kitchen, Tom spinning you around the kitchen island until the oven beeped.
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After dinner, you had washed away the day in the shower and curled up on the couch to watch TV together.
Over time, though, innocent cuddles turned to handsy kisses as you began making out on the couch.
It was getting late, so Tom, without his lips breaking away from yours, reached for the TV remote and turned it off. You both stood up in unison and he pulled away just for a second to speak to you.
"Jump," he said, tapping your hips.
You complied, wrapping your legs around his waist so he could carry you down the hall to your room. Once there, he threw back the covers and laid you down on the bed.
The make out session lasted for a while longer, but both of you were too tired to take it any further, so you made your ways to your typical sides and Tom tossed the blanket over you.
Eventually you settled in, scooting close to Tom and placing an arm over his bare chest. He pulled you into him and you laid in comfortable silence together.
You could feel your eyelids getting heavier with time.
"Good night, Tom. Love you."
"Love you too, y/n. Night," he replied, kissing you one last time before sleep overtook you both.
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A/N: was this not so cute I mean come on y'all. How fun
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messerine · 3 years
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Hi😊, Can I request Part 1 Dio x Wife reader with Crack scenario number 8) “This is without a doubt the most stupidest plan’s you’ve ever made, but I’m in anyways, If we die it’s both of your guy’s fault and whoever made the plan will become the sacrifice” and number 9) “Hey! On the bright side at least we know we can’t cook-“ THNX💕🥺
Thank you for requesting this! I hope this meets your expectation :)
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crack and fluff
Summary:
[Name] had no idea as to how they got to this point, and by this point I mean Dio having cake mix in his hair and a knocked out Jonathan while you had a cracked egg in your hair, all you wanted to do was just bake a simple cake like how hard could that even be? Well why don’t we see what happened
8) “This is without a doubt the most stupidest plan’s you’ve ever made, but I’m in anyways”
“If we die it’s both of your guy’s fault and whoever made the plan will become the sacrifice”
9) “Hey! On the bright side at least we know we can’t cook-“
-3 hours earlier-
[Name] thought of baking a cake with Dio since it was their anniversary and she also invited along Jonathan so he could have experience on how to also bake a cake for Erina on her birthday that would be approaching.
Dio didn’t know that they were going to be baking a cake on their anniversary especially with Jonathan, so he was a bit surprised as to why his wife and Jonathan were in the kitchen with all the ingredients needed for making a strawberry cake.
He even noticed the grin the his wife was giving and the smile Jonathan was giving and he made the mistake of ask,
“What are you two doing”, to which he would regret.
“Am glad you asked, you see I thought why not bake a cake for our anniversary”, said [Name] with some excitement
“But that doesn’t explain why Jonathan is here”, said Dio slightly glaring at Jonathan which also held a bit of confusion
Jonathan then looked at his brother and said “Well [Name] invited me so I could learn how to make cake as well especially for Erina since her birthday is coming up soon”.
Dio could see how excited Jonathan was to bake, but he didn’t like where this was going both Jonathan and him didn’t know how to cook.
[Name] knew that her husband would have to help with baking as well since she would get him to one way or another there was no way he was going to be getting out of this.
“This is without a doubt the most stupidest plans you’ve ever made, but I’m in anyways since there’s no getting out of it”, said Dio with a neutral face but on the inside he was a bit happy but he wouldn’t be saying it anytime soon.
“But if we die it’s both of your guy’s fault and since [Name] made the plan to bake cake she will become the sacrifice to taste it if it doesn’t turn out well”. [Name] could see Dio smirking towards her direction and was now hoping that the cake turns out well.
‘I just hope this cake turns out well’, [Name] thought with a single sweat going down her face.
-15 minutes time skip brought to you by Dio wearing kiss the chef apron-
[Name] told Jonathan to bring water but the poor boy accidentally tripped spilling a little bit of the water, [Name] told him it was fine and that they could just clean it up later, but they unfortunately didn’t know Dio was coming with the cake mix.
Before they knew it they heard a loud thud in which they panicked and went to check what it was that’s when they saw it, a Dio with cake mix in his hair and some on his face he sat there for a good solid minute before looking up at the two of you be fore getting a bit menacingly.
He looked up slowly and glared at the both of you before asking,
“Who spilled water over there and didn’t clean it up”, said Dio
You couldn’t help but stifle a laugh along with Jonathan who looked worried but also stifling a laugh.
Jonathan then explained to Dio what happened before he came in, which Jonathan probably shouldn’t have done because before he knew it he was tackled while they were fighting Jonathan accidentally had tripped backwards and with Dio’s weight on him it doubled the impact. You watched the scene go down and also watched Jonathan get knocked out.
Then Dio got up and looked at you glaring and you knew you were going to be in for a long night.
“Hey! On the bright side at least we know we can’t cook-“, said [Name] with a nervous laugh as she saw Dio getting up and approaching her.
She was getting backed into the kitchen counter as Dio was now just inches apart from her face, that’s when Dio had gotten an egg and broke it on her head. Shock was written all over [Name’s] face.
Then he started laughing at the fact that there was now a knocked out Jonathan on the ground and a shocked [Name]. He left a kiss on [Name’s] face before he left to go change and take a shower.
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aseioh · 3 years
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Of Cakes and Late Celebrations
Author’s Notes: This was supposed to be posted on Mother's day. But just like this fic, I got derailed and ended up being late. (picture taken from the internet)
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It was Mother's day.
Or to be precise it will be Mother's day in 15 hours 25 minutes. It shouldn't be a problem for Alcina, she usually just buys something from the Duke to give to Mother Miranda.
Unfortunately, such a thing is not possible right now. The Duke was delayed with his routine arrival at the castle opening, something about a spooked horse and lycans trying to get a nibble.
Honestly she lost interest after the word delayed was spoken through the phone. How is she going to remedy this. The gift itself was one of the finest silk she was able to obtain, she was sure Mother would appreciate a new ritual robe.
This is bad. To show up without a gift on this special day. She was sure she would be made a mockery during the gathering. Whats worst was that fool Heisenberg would be the first to lead with his pathetic insults.
Just the thought made Alcina's blood boil.
”I should send Bela to switch that man's shampoo with dog shampoo. Although the man still smells like wet dog. No. I'll think of something more devious.“
But back to the matter at hand. It's almost Mother's day and she doesn’t have a gift. Taking a deep drag off her cigarette, she considers her dwindling options.
At western part of the village
Donna is also facing a similar problems.
"What do you mean you're not coming?! Where am I supposed to find a present at this hour?!" Angie's raspy voice filtered through the phone "do you know how hard it is to find a 1st edition book on occult and rituals."
"Apologies Miss Angie, but the horse spooked and the carriage suffered a broken wheel. Even if the servants manage to haul themselves your house to the Duke's location and back it would still be too late." The main servant said trying to sound as apologetic as he can come across.
"This would not do" Donna said finally in her normal voice.
Somewhere inside the Stronghold.
Karl Heisenberg was having a meltdown.
"YOU STUPID LYCANS! I GAVE YOU ONE JOB AND YOU COULDN'T EVEN DO IT RIGHT!!" Heisenberg paces around the small assembly hall. Ten Lycans looked very apologetic, although it was very hard to tell from their looks. One even lets out a soft whimper.
“I told you to stall The Duke for a while. I didn’t said to derail him completely. The man has a package for me, now how am I supposed to get it!?” Heisenberg seethes.
His plan was a simply one really. Stall The Duke so that he would arrive at Castle Dimitrescu late, that way Alcina would not get her package and present it to Mother Miranda. That would show her, a little payback for calling him a child.
What he didn’t count on was the utter incapability of the Lycans to follow simple directions. Now even he doesn’t have a gift. Oh Miranda’s gonna blow a gasket.
“Augh... I hate the consequences of my actions” He lamented
 At Moreau’s Reservoir
“NOOOOOOO!! That’s not fair, that’s not fair!!!” Moreau starts throwing his stuff on the floor. He had finally saved up his money to buy Mother Miranda that nice jewelry that would go perfectly with her black wings.
“Someone’s gonna pay” He vows to take revenge on the Lycans responsible for his problem.
 After all his pet fish has been hungry for some Lycan meat.
 Castle Dimitrescu (13 hours until Mother’s day)
“I have gathered you here today for a very important meeting” Alcina starts looking at the sad (Donna) and tearful (Moreau) faces of her so called ‘siblings’. Heisenberg is surprisingly calm which puts Alcina on high alert, but lets it slide in favour of the more pressing matter
“We have a big problem. The Duke will not arrive on time for Mother’s Day. That means all the presents we bought for Mother will not arrive”
“We need a solution, any ideas?”  
“We kill the Lycans responsible and feed them to my fish”
“Yes Moreau, but that’s after we solve this problem” Donna said and tries to placate a Moreau by patting him at the back.
“Whoa, that’s a bit dark but I like it. And Moreau is right, we’re gonna make fish food out of those Lycans” “Better off those basdards, after all I don’t want to implicate myself” Heisenberg thinks
“People, you’re missing the point here” Alcina says pinching her nose to ward off an incoming headache. “Listen, we don’t have time. You know Mother Miranda, She’ll say she wasn’t really expecting something and then low-key punishes us for missing the day. We don’t want a repeat of the 1967 incident do we?”
Moreau whimpers from the trauma.
Donna goes into a slight trance and starts to shake.
“Alright, alright, that’s enough” Heisenberg stands. “Why don’t we just bake something and say it’s from all of us”
 *beat*
“Do you know how to bake?”
“I work at the Factory, I make steel molds for a living how hard could it be?”
“That doesn’t answer my question Heisenberg”
“We could make a small doll” Donna pipes up
“Sorry Donna that would still take time. And I don’t think we have the right materials on such short notice.” Alcina says
“For someone who’s looking for a solution you sure are shooting down all of them”
“Because it’s not feasible Heisenberg.” Alcina huffs “Can you gather all the materials in less than 10 hours? No? Of course not”
“And I keep telling you just BAKE A CAKE!”
“I don’t know how to bake, child! I’m a BLOODY COUNTESS not hired help” Alcina bellows at Heisenberg
“I know how to bake”
Everyone turns to Donna.
“Really?”
“Of course, I used to watch my Mother bake cakes before the accident. I just need help decorating. I never got a hang of that part” Donna beams with pride as she explains the basics of baking
“And we can gather the ingredients no problem. You have a pantry here somewhere right Alcina?” Moreau asked
“Of course. We always have a full pantry for the servants.” At that Heisenberg looks at Alcina with a hint of disbelief
“What? We need them healthy to serve us. I’m not a complete monster.” Alcina defends
“In any case we should start early. It takes time to cool and decorating is hard”
 Castle Kitchen (12 hours 30 minutes before Mother’s Day)
It was truly a sight to see. In a way it was enough for the Castle’s servants to wet themselves in fear when they saw the 4 Lords gathered at the kitchen in various forms of concentration. Needless to say, everyone was warned to steer clear of the kitchen for now.
Moreau was together with Donna supporting her with mixing the wet ingredients. Meanwhile, at the other side of the cooking station Alcina and Heisenberg are charge of measuring out the dry ingredients.
“You need to be precise, don’t put too much. Remember what Donna said and look at the damn recipe”
“I know what I’m doing you damn woman. I’m all about precision. Why don’t you move away and get that mixing bowl at the top shelf.” Heisenberg grouched
“I’m not your servant. And I certainly will not start fetching stuff for you” Alcina shot back
“Alcina, we need to work together. We don’t have time and you’re the tallest of us all. Please cooperate with Karl just this once. Please?” Donna implored
“Once. I’m helping him for this one time only. When I get my hands on the Lycan responsible for this problem, I’m gutting him and throwing him at Moreau’s reservoir.” At Donna’s admonishment of Alcina, Heisenberg gives a shit eating grin, showing some rather very pointy canines.
“And Heisenberg, stop provoking Alcina.” Donna adds
“Fine, you’re no fun Donna”
Suffice to say, the baking went well. Who knew that the 4 Lords working together would be a great success? If only Mother Miranda saw her children working together peacefully she might have had a heart attack and thought that she suffered one as well.
Or she might have been dreaming.
 Castle Kitchen (6 hours before Mother’s Day)
“Alright, the cake has cooled down completely, So what color will be the icing?” Donna asked
“Yellow” “Cream” “Light Blue” the other three said simultaneously.
 *beat*
“Light blue? Really? Not everything needs to be manly Heisenberg”
“And not everything needs to be boring like your color, Alcina”
“It should be yellow, like Mother’s sunny smile” Moreau explains
“And in which ever universe has Mother ever smiled like the sun?” Heisenberg counters Moreau
“Hey now. No need for that tone!”
“Tsk, sorry Moreau” Heisenberg apologizes to a quiet Moreau
“Fine, let’s do pastel yellow it’s easier for the eyes anyway” Donna supplies, getting ready to start coating the cake with the yellow cream
 Inside the Sanctuary
“Happy Mother’s day”
“We hope you like the cake Mother”
“Yes, we poured out our love in baking it. I hope you appreciate it” Heisenberg said
“Why thank you loves. This is a wonderful surprise. And Moreau said that you all worked together in baking it. How wonderful!” Mother Miranda said grateful for once that her children worked together without collateral damage (that she knew of).
“Although Heisenberg, I heard something interesting from Urias” Mother Miranda looks pointedly at Heisenberg, who for some reason starts to sweat and turn pale.
‘oh shit’ “Really Mother? Good news I hope” Heisenberg tries to bluff his way out.
“Why it was quite peculiar really. He said that you got 10 of his Lycans for a special project. I wasn’t aware that you have some side projects”
 The 3 Lords turn to Heisenberg
“Wait what?”
“I KNEW IT!!” Alcina unsheathes her claws
“You’re responsible for this mess in the first place!!”
“Really guy relax, if anything I just proved that we need more than one traveling merchant in the village for a successful and on time delivery” Heisenberg starts to carefully ease his way to the nearest exit.
 “GET HIM”
In the end, Alcina was more than ready to feed Heisenberg to Moreau’s pet fish. Only Donna stopped her, citing Moreau would probably be inconsolable if his pet got indigestion from all the metal.
And that is how Heisenberg saw himself in doggy jail for a week along with his Lycan cohorts. Mother Miranda did get her Mother’s day gifts from her children although a bit later than expected.
 And the cake?
 The cake was surprisingly delicious.
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Professor Styles
Rushing past the crowd of students with their backpacks and purses on their arms sending me looking for pushing past them. I hurried across the campus to make it to class in time. If I'm late to my presentation today I'm gonna fail this damn class.
Finally seeing the big brick building in front of me I glance at my watch seeing I have two minutes to spare.
"Thank god" I breathed out
I swiped my ID card walking past each door till I got to room 225 pushing the door stumbling in to see no one in the seats, "shit" I said rushing down the stairs to see professor Styles packing his briefcase.
"Professor hi I'm sorry Im late today I have a good rea-" I began til he cut me off
"You're late again Ms. Turner I told you yesterday to be here by 2 and it is 2:05" he said, not even looking up to me as he put his papers away.
I rushed around to the side of his desk placing my hands down as he looked up to me. Now Professor Styles is literally the bachelor of the university. He is one of the hottest guys I've ever met. Many girls and guys take his course just to be in his presence, not that I can blame them I mean he's perfect straight out of a book of fiction. I however have to pass this stupid French class as my last class before graduation.
"Professor I apologize I just ran about two miles to get here okay I have my script in my bag I can present right now" I said partially out of breath from running.
He looked to me breathing out a sign plopping down in his chair leaning back crossing his arms across his perfectly broad chest. Jesus Christ his shirt getting tighter to his skin.
"If I let you present how would that be fair to everyone else hm they all came on time" he said taking his glasses off in the process tossing them on the table.
"Please I'm literally begging you, I'll I I will even bake you something come on" I said trying to bargain with the god like person In front of me
"mendicité" he said
Now did I totally Google translate my whole presentation yes yes I did, I'm not really interested in learning French but for some dumb reason I need to take a language to graduate. Now did everything he say sound like pure sex? Of course in English, French, Italian, every Language the man is just enough to make you puddle and melt.
"Yes" I said not even knowing what he said
"ce serait un spectacle à voir" he said now leaning forward resting his elbows on the desk
"Umm oui?" I said more as a question cause I don't even know what this man is saying.
He shook his head, chuckling at me, "meet me at my office tonight I'll let you present to me, have everything with you and be there by 8 PM sharp my office hours are till 8:15 you'll be my last appointment got it?" He said swinging his briefcase onto his arm
"Yes yes thank you so much" I said smiling he nodded and walked up the stairs before stopping and turning around, "I'm not opposed to something sweet" he said walking out the door.
I smiled walking on out to go back to my apartment to get ready and oh yeah now I got to whip up something sweet.
Once I got home I opened the cabinet and grabbed my kitchen grabbing all my ingredients and laying them out looking at them breathing out.
See I'm a baking and pastry chef major, baking is my passion. I truly put every ounce of love and passion into my desserts and creations. Now do you see why I don't care about French. I don't understand why I had to take all these unnecessary courses throughout the 4 years in school but I did. I'll be damned if this course is the one to prevent me from graduating.
Turning the mixer to low I mix in the butter and sugar til combined adding in flour for the dough, I'm making my famous cherry pie. No one has ever had a piece and didn't like it. Rolling the dough out to the side , placing it into the dish, the door swings open revealing my roommate Sarah.
"Vicky! What did you do now" she shouted walking in seeing me throwing the crust in the oven
I laughed I'm known to make desserts as apologizes for people, "nothing I'm making a pie for my professor for my presentation tonight" I said
"Oh professor Styles" she said wiggling her eyebrows I rolled my eyes at her
"Yes that's the one" I said, beginning to mix my cherry filling together getting it ready to add to the crust once it's cooked.
"Girl I'm telling you if I wasn't gay he would be on my list for a hook up" she said siding on the bar stool at the island.
"Sarah you are in a healthy happy relationship" I said jokingly to her
"Yeah and you're not. I hope he fucks you for how good your pie tastes." She said so nonchalantly
I gasped, throwing the kitchen towel at her as she laughed, "aww your blushing!" she said, slapping the counter in excitement.
"Oh my god" I said mortified to the conversation I'm taking part in currently.
"Anyways I'm going to get changed out of these sweats cause I gotta leave in a bit please add the filling to the pie and put it in the oven thank you" I shouted walking away into my room closing the door.
I walked to the closet pulling out a black long sleeve top that was low cut and a pair of jeans and my heeled boots, getting changed. I reached over to my bedside table grabbing the stupid script I had prepared for this class snuffing it into my purse spraying myself with some perfume, letting down my hair I ran my hand through it fixing the little pieces that were out of place.
I glanced at my watch seeing it's 7:30, "shit" I said rushing out the room seeing the pie is on the counter all done. "Oh yeah you're getting fucked tonight" Sarah said now sitting up on the couch with the tv on.
I waved at Sarah not even bothering feeding into her teasing, picking up the pie and walking out and heading toward professor Styles office.
Arriving outside the intimidating door I knocked as the door swung open reading Mr. Styles looked perfect as always with his black dress pants on and his silk white top tucked into his pants with the top two buttons undone to see his cross hanging around his neck.
"Ah you made it with 5 minutes to spare" he said moving out of the way for me to walk in.
"I brought you a pie as a thank you" I said, placing it down on the desk taking a seat across from his desk as he walked leaning in front of me on his desk looking down at the pie.
"Cherry my favorite" he said smiling and now looking to me
"Well I certainly hope you have everything with you and you're ready." He said
I pulled out my script and waved it in the air toward him. He walked around the desk sitting down at his desk now grabbing the copy I handed him and throwing his glasses on looking at the paper.
"un rêve de boulanger" he read out loud, turning the page and reading. I watched as his eyes moved left to right and flipped through the pages as I sat there waiting for him to finish it.
Although yes I cheated by translating it online and not from what I was taught I did write it and meant every word. The assignment was to write our dream for after college. Mine of course being about how I wanna go on to own a little bakery in New York.
He got to the last page and turned it over, placing it down, "now your part" he said, taking the glasses off and relaxing back in his chair.
"My part?" I said confused for fucks sake that paper was hard enough to do.
"My pie? If it meets my expectations you pass" he said
I let out a giggle, "oh I didn't bring any silverware or anything figured you'd enjoy it at home" I said to him
He leaned forward sweeping his finger into the dish, getting a chunk of cherry filling on his finger and placing it in his mouth.
Holy shit that's so hot for literally no reason, I shifted in my seat waiting for his reaction.
"Jesus Christ that's good." He said going back in for another taste, licking his hand Clean.
"How rude of me" he said dipping the same finger in holding it to my mouth
"Open come on a chef should taste her masterpiece" he said
This is so wrong, so wrong but so hot, I opened my mouth as he placed his finger in my mouth. I sucked the sweet cherry filling off his finger pulling my mouth off his finger.
He looked at me with this dark look his pupils dilated. "Good girl" he said
A shock goes through my body with those two words, "So did I pass?" I asked
"With flying colors" he said, licking his finger clean looking me straight in the eye.
He opened his laptop clicking away and then closing the screen, "congratulations Ms. Turner you have passed and will walk the stage Monday evening" he said smiling at me
I shot out of my seat walking to him hugging him, "thank you, thank you so much professor Styles" I said excitingly letting go of him as he stood up taller than me looking down a bit tapping his finger under my chin to make me look up to him, "it's Harry your not my student anymore" he said placing his thumb on my bottom lip pulling down.
"Oh um I'm sorry professor this is wrong" I said stepping back
"Well your not my student anymore and you're a smart girl I can tell you like me and I quite like you as well" he said walking behind me, closing the blind on the door and locking the door. Walking to the window across he closed the blind turning now facing me placing his hands behind him on the desk looking at me with his eyebrow raised as if he was telling me to deny what he said.
"I professor" I said till he quickly reminded me, "Harry now love Harry" he said
"Harry I won't lie, yes I do like you but should we wait til I graduate" I said walking closer now as if there's this magnet bringing us together.
"Well in the eyes of me and the school I submitted your last assignment and closed the class you're not my student anymore it is Friday you graduate Monday I'd say that is close enough." He said now reaching around my waist pulling me in to close the gap behind us I let out a shaky breath looking up to meet his eyes.
"You've been driving me crazy every day this semester walking in those doors always looking good." He said brushing my hair behind my ear
"You must say that to every girl" I said not believing this
He grasped my chin in his hand, "never think back, did I ever look at any girl in class with you in the room, I've always looked at you, you in your perfect clothes, perfect hair, perfect face." He said twirling my hair around his finger and stroking my check with his thumb.
There's always been some sort of pull to him since I walked into this dumb class we always caught each other's eyes during lecture.
"Can I try something I've been wanting to try for a while?" He asked me
I nodded, waiting for what was going to happen, when he placed his hands on my checks holding me as he placed his lips to mine. Dear god his soft lips pressing on mine the sweet taste of cherry on both our lips. I wrapped my arms around his neck pulling him closer if that's even possibly needing to be closer to him.
He ran his hand down my neck, shoulders down my arm til he got to my waist. Squeezing my sides I gasp as he whispers against my lips, "jump" he said and I did wrapping my legs around his waist as he carried us over to his desk placing me down as we made out. Separating for a second to catch our breath.
"Jesus Christ that's worth the wait alright" he said causing me to laugh
"Your not kidding" I said
"Victoria can I call you Victoria" he asked me
"Vicky just Vicky" I said in a daze from his lips
"Vicky do you want me to make you feel good a little graduation present" he said
I nodded quickly what a dumb question of course.
"mots ma chérie" he said
As if I wasn't wet enough already hearing him talk in French made me more turned on, "I have no clue what that means but yes" I said causing him to laugh
"French lessons for real starting Monday, I said words my darling I need words" he said
"Yes yes do whatever you want" I said
He picked me up and brought me to the couch in his office standing me up, "pants off" he said as I obliged, pulling my jeans off and shoes throwing them to the corner.
"Now your top" he said standing with his arms crossed watching me as I take my top off now standing in my bra and panties and thank god I wore my matching black lace set.
"Jesus Christ" he hissed looking me up and down biting his bottom lip
"Your turn professor" I said tauntingly
He smirked removing his top and pulling down his pants leaving him in grey boxers seeing his cock outlined from being hard.
"Someone's excited" I said pointing down to his cock
"Like you aren't darling now sit down" he said as I laughed sitting down on the couch.
He kneeled down in front of me kissing my chest making his way down leaving kisses on my cleavage stomach and passing the area I needed him at the most to kiss my thigh and my inner thigh brushing his nose against my clothed center.
"Lift up I'm going to take them off" he said tugging at the waistband of my panties I lifted my hips as he pulled them down leaving me a wet mess.
"So wet for me" he said, holding up my panties, licking them and throwing them to wear my pants are I let out a heavy breath.
"Now lean back and relax" he said
He places his hands on my knees, opening my legs leaning in to place a kiss right on my clit as I shiver from the sensation. He begging to circle his tounge on my clit, I threw my head back, "fuck" I moaned out causing him to moan against me causing a vibration adding more pleasure.
He began to tease my entrance with a finger he went in circles then up and down til he finally slid a finger in pulling his mouth away leaving me whimpering at the loss of contact.
"Mmm how many fingers can you take baby" he said looking up to me as I'm a whimpering mess just from his one finger.
"découvrons-le" I said back shocking him as he stopped his movement
"Ah so you did learn something in class" he said slowly begin to move his finger again curling them in the right places
"I'm guessing you can take three" he said now adding a second finger causing me to gasp out from the shock.
He thrust his fingers in and out curling them as I moaned out reaching my hand down to try and add more pressure by playing with my clit til Harry reached out with his other hand stopping me.
He shook his hand, "no no now your gonna be a good girl this is my graduation gift to you let me make you feel good" he said placing my hand to the side adding a third finger moving faster and faster, "my god your fucking beautiful looking down with that mouth open gasping and moaning all for me" he said now leaning back in to play with my clit I reach my hand to hold his head in place tugging at his hair getting a groan out of him.
"Oh you like hair tugging huh? I'll keep it in mind" I said teasingly shakingly due to the pleasure running through every point of my body.
I rolled my head back closing my eyes taking in all the pleasure till I feel his his hand wrap around my neck pulling my head forward to look down at him, "eye contact chérie look at me and don't close your eyes I wanna see the pleasure I bring to you" he said as he resumes places his tongue on my clit.
This view is everything as I watch Harry to bring me closer and closer to my release. His head between my thighs made me wetter and wetter. I'm panting now staring down locking eyes with him.
"Holy shit Harry fuck Im gonna cum Jesus Christ fuck" I shouted as he moved his finger and tounge at the same time sending me off to my climax as it took over my body I moaned and shouted while shaking all under his touch.
"So fucking sweet" Harry said pulling away liking his mouth and fingers clean.
I looked down at him catching my breath, "can I, can I do something for you?" I asked, regaining my breath.
"Baby you could do anything you want. Although I wanna make a request. I want your fucking mouth so bad." He said standing up now as I lowered myself on my knees meeting his clothed center pulling down his boxers when his cock sprung out.
"Your so big" I said looking up to him
"I know your not used to being with a real man" he said laughing jokingly
"You're 5 years older than me, calm down" I said laughing as well.
I struck my hand up and down his shaft, taking my index finger swiping at the pre cum off his cock and bringing it up to my mouth and  swirling my tongue around moaning out looking up to him.
"Oh you're a dirty girl huh I thought I had a good girl?" He said teasingly
"Now let me see how good that mouth is because you sucking that pie off my finger had me hard the whole time talking to you" he said
"Gladly I've been thinking about your cock" I said now moving my mouth to wrap around his cock slowly rocking it in and out of my mouth warping my hand around the rest that I couldn't fit due to his length.
"Oh fuck" he moaned out wrapping his hand in my hair pushing my head back and fourth guiding me.
"Sitting in class thinking about my dick huh? Does it live up to expectations for you chérie?" He said while panting tossing his head back
I grunt, nodding my head slightly, working my mouth around his cock twirling my tongue around and sucking. I pulled my mouth off now using my hand looking up at him looking down with his mouth wide open and his chain slightly dangling off his chest.
"Fuck your so hot" I said
"You my chérie are indescribable everything and more fucking beauty" he said
I smiled, rocking my hand faster up and down his shift, "you gonna cum for me, going to be a good boy and cum for me" I said looking up to him as his chest moved up and down faster and faster.
He let out a grunt and moan grabbing my head and guided it to his cock, "if it's too much tap my thigh I'll stop" he said quickly as I nodded needing his cock in my mouth. I moved my hand off and let him take control as he pushed my head down and thrust his hips forward and back allowing himself to finish as I twirl my tongue around best I could hearing him moan and come undone.
"Fuck fuck fuck Jesus Christ my good Vicky your amazing" he said finally letting go as I taste the saltiness from his cum fill my mouth he pulled my head off as I licked his shaft clean of all my salavia and his cum swallowing it all.
Harry pulled me up and kissed me as he tasted himself against my mouth and I taste myself against his. He moved backwards til we got to the couch he pulled away reaching into the pant pocket of his pulling out a condom ad I sat down.
"Came prepared now didn't you Harry" I said raising my eyebrow to him
"Been thinking about this for a while" he said as he rolled the condom on
He hovered over me now, relaxing on top of me as we both layed down. He reached between us aligning himself and sliding in as we both let out a gasp.
"God" we both moaned.
Harry began to move, thrusting in and out slowly resting his head in the crock of my neck as I felt his hot breath on my neck.
"tu te sens incroyable chérie incroyable" he said in French
I let out a moan, "faster please please" I said practically begging he leaned up on his elbows as his cross hit my chin as he thrusted in and out leaning down kissing me as we both were filled with pleasure and pain all at once.
"Can I try something?" He asked
"Oui" I said causing him to smirk
He brought his hand to my neck and slightly squeezed, wrapping his hand around my throat. Holy shit the coldness from his metal rings add to the pleasure.
I moaned out, "oh fuck me Jesus Christ" I said looking down to see his cok coming out and going into my pussy
"It's like you were made for me never felt this good my god" he said looking down as well we both looked up as he removed his hand from my neck resting our foreheads together he placed his lips on mine, "god I'm so close" I said shakily as I feel my climax approaching I've never cum this fast before.
"Cum with me" he said intensely increasing in his speed
I moaned out from the intense feeling, "give me your hand" he said as he grabbed it, lowering it down to my lower abdomen pressing down til I felt his cock moving inside me. I let out a moan throwing my head back.
"That feeling will keep me up all night, when you cum on your own when I'm not around I want you to think of this and how you feel when my cocks inside you" he said deeply.
"Harry I'm gonna cum fuck" I said
"Cum for me chérie let go" he said
That was all I needed as I felt the intense pleasure run through me leaving me to moan and shake and come down beneath him as he followed suit moaning out calling my name. I opened my eyes, seeing blurry til his face became clear he's smirking down at me with a piece of his hair in his eyes. I pushed it off back for him, "that was incredible" he said kissing me again
"Amazing" I said, catching my breath.
"I'm gonna pull out okay" he said, grabbing a tissue from the coffee table and placing it between us he pulled out as we both hissed from the loss of contact as he dried me off, pulling the condom off, rolling it in a ball and tossing it in the trash can.
He leaned back revisiting us so I was resting on his chest, "so I have one more assignment for you" he said looking at me I laughed, "and what's that?" I asked
"I want you ready at 10 pm Monday after graduation I'm taking you to dinner" he said
I sat up a bit turning to him, "like a date?" I asked excitingly
"It's a date" he said and kissed me
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