masterchef-au

There are many times in my life, when I could’ve thrown in the towel. Many times in my life when I was on the floor. And when you’re on the floor, never allow anybody to pick you up. It doesn’t matter how long you stay there, make sure you pick yourself up and dust yourself down. Whatever happens, whether you go home today or you don’t go home today, that’s irrelevant. What’s relevant, is you take the knowledge from the experience and you grow as a person.
—  Marco Pierre White, Masterchef Australia S06E30

anonymous asked:

um so i was putting off reading your fics because you're always talking about them having sads and i was like 'i can't handle sads????' but i started reading them the other night and basically i haven't stopped since because they're SO GOOD OMG. my heart is basically in pieces on the floor but i don't even mind because SO GOOD. SOOOO GOOD. YOU ARE THE BEST. pls keep doing what you do, and know that there's someone out there who can't watch cooking shows without crying anymore (hint: it me)

Alright, but think about Enjolras and Grantaire both being asked to come back on MasterChef for Superstar Week, and they have to cook side by side for ~reasons, and ooh, okay maybe they have to cook each other’s specialities, maybe that’s the challenge for the contestants and the producers thought it would be fun to have Grantaire and Enjolras cook against each other too, because the fans will obviously like that. Enjolras bakes the chocolate tart from before that saved him from elimination, and Grantaire makes pasta. 

And maybe the light catches on Enjolras’ ring, and Grantaire freezes up for a long moment just looking at it, and Enjolras catches Grantaire looking at him, and Grantaire tries to play it off by telling Enjolras that he’s got flour on his face, and Enjolras rubs at his face, trying to get it off, but fails, and Grantaire steps up before he can even reconsider and cups Enjolras’ face in his hand, thumbs across his cheek softly, and Enjolras presses his face into the touch and breathes out, “Grantaire.” And Grantaire pulls away and starts cooking with manic focus, because if he even looks at Enjolras, he is going to fall apart. 

Enjolras will be all sad and mopey through the challenge, because he thinks that he’s overstepped his boundaries with Grantaire, and it’d taken them so long to build up to this, to being in the same room, to standing next to each other, and now he’s gone and blown it. And don’t think that he didn’t notice that Grantaire’s ring finger is bare; his own ring feels too heavy.

And maybe after the challenge, Enjolras will try to leave as quickly as it is humanly possible, because he doesn’t want to make Grantaire feel uncomfortable, but Grantaire stops him.

“I want to show you something,” he tells Enjolras, and Enjolras will dread turning back to Grantaire, because he doesn’t want to turn back and see divorce papers, not at all, but he turns to face Grantaire all the same, and Grantaire pulls the chain out from where its mostly hidden under his shirt, and oh, dangling on it is his wedding ring. And he’ll smile, nervous and a little shy, and say, “I didn’t forget, Chicken.”

Fic: The Next Masterchef, Chapter 1

Summary: Masterchef AU: Alternative meeting. (No one knows each other, no glee club, etc) Kurt, Blaine and sixteen other contestants compete to see who will become the next Masterchef. For Kurt, he’s not going to let anything get in his way of winning - even the (admittedly cute) Blaine Anderson. 

Note: Please note that this is a multi-chapter fanfiction that I began working on shortly after Glee ended (though I had the idea for nearly a year before that). I really tried to finish this, but after a while I just lost the motivation to do so. There are three unfinished chapters at the end that I just can’t bring myself to finish. For now I’m going to post the 11 chapters I have finished, because I’m sad to see them go unseen on my hard drive. Even though I’m more focused on original works now, rather than fanfiction, I might get the inspiration to finish this up depending on the feedback I get. If not, I will be happy to post the “outline” of the remaining chapters and what I saw happening. If you’re okay with the possibility of this not being finished, enjoy reading what is! (small spoiler: you will see Klaine get together in this, I just haven’t finished up the competition yet, if you’re familiar with the show Masterchef).  

Thank you so much to my friend Tames for helping me with ideas and recipes and to @daltoneering who looked over every chapter for me and who did really try to cheerlead me into finishing this. (Opps)

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Prologue

My name is Kurt Hummel and I’m 24 years old. I work at vogue.com in New York City and I’m from Lima, Ohio. I’ve always loved to cook – mostly because it’s, well, one of the things I can very clearly remember doing with my mother before she passed away when I was young. I have all her recipes – ones from her family and others she came up with herself. It’s like… cooking them keeps her alive even now. I never thought I could do this as a career, though, hence going into fashion when I got to New York after I graduated. I love fashion just as much. You get to express yourself. But with this – it’s much more personal. I’ve always sort of wanted to open a restaurant and name it for my mother. Maybe doing this will help me do that.

Hi! I’m Blaine Anderson, 23, from Westerville, Ohio. I finished my teaching degree from OSU last year and I have been working as a kindergarten teacher back home in Westerville and don’t get me wrong, I love my kids, but lately I do feel like I’ve missed my opportunity to follow some of my dreams. So that’s why I’m taking a risk to do something I really love – cooking. Coming from a Filipino background, cooking is just a huge part of the culture. I remember cooking all day with my mom and grandmother and they’d let me help and…it’s some of my best memories. I never stopped, even though I’ve never done cooking professionally and for once in my life I’ve decided to take a leap.

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anonymous asked:

I'm watching MasterChef and trying not to cry you're the worst and also the best pls send help

Think about the first time Enjolras plates a bad dish and ends up in the bottom three. And it turns out to be a surprise double-elimination, and he got so closed to going home, and it doesn’t sit well with him, and even after they finish filming and go back to the MasterChef house, he’s still quiet and mopey the whole time. And he ends up tossing and turning in bed, not being able to fall asleep, and Grantaire probably notices and goes all, “You’re going to wear the bedsprings out, Chicken. C’mere.”

And Enjolras will blame it on him being really out of it tomorrow, when he feels better, but he gets out of bed and slips into Grantaire’s bed instead. It’s a single, and they end up facing each other, closer than Enjolras should really be to Grantaire. 

“Are you still upset about it?” Grantaire asks. “It wasn’t that bad a dish. I liked how you were really creative with the interpretation of it.” 

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Fic: The Next Masterchef, Chapter 3

Fic Summary: Masterchef AU: Alternative meeting. (No one knows each other, no glee club, etc) Kurt, Blaine and sixteen other contestants compete to see who will become the next Masterchef. For Kurt, he’s not going to let anything get in his way of winning - even the (admittedly cute) Blaine Anderson.

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And on we go to “episode 3″ as it were: 


Everyone is tense on the way back to the hotel after the pressure test. Blaine sees that a few people – Sheldon, Rachel, Santana – walk up to Kurt and give him some encouraging words.

“Hang in there, pumpkin, I know how it can be when people don’t like who you are,” says Sheldon.

“I’ve seen my dads face a lot of hateful words over the years but it never gets any easier to see – I’m glad you came out on top today and showed him that his hateful words won’t get him very far,” says Rachel.

“That guy was a dick. Thanks for shutting him down,” says Santana.

Blaine thinks about going up to talk to him, but honestly he’s still upset about Kurt’s attitude from the first day and decides against it. Besides, Sebastian has decided to really amp up the flirting game in the last day and hasn’t left his side since they exited the kitchen, so he can’t really get away if he tried. Thankfully he gets up to his hotel room, exhausted though he didn’t have to cook today, and passes out before even his roommate gets up to the room.

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Fic: The Next Masterchef, Chapter 4

Summary: Masterchef AU: Alternative meeting. (No one knows each other, no glee club, etc) Kurt, Blaine and sixteen other contestants compete to see who will become the next Masterchef. For Kurt, he’s not going to let anything get in his way of winning - even the (admittedly cute) Blaine Anderson.

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For Blaine there is a high level of excitement and nerves on the drive to the location of the second team challenge. This time around the call time wasn’t early in the morning, but instead in the early afternoon. Nevertheless, Blaine had woken up early due to nerves and couldn’t go back to sleep.

He dressed and snuck out so he didn’t wake Adam and went to work out at the hotel gym for an hour. He grabbed a shower back at his room (still hoping he didn’t disturb Adam, still asleep). Then Blaine went down to eat breakfast, which wasn’t much, once again due to his nerves making his stomach a mess. Mostly he had three cups of coffee.

Bad idea in retrospect.

After his second cup of coffee, Kurt was the first person (beside himself) to come down for breakfast. They both ignored each other.

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If anyone still remembers this story, I have started chapter three of Masterchef: Storybrooke and I just thought I’d share a bit. In the last chapter Ramsay Gold was left without a family member to visit him during the competition’s family day, while everyone else had a loved one to spend time with.

Ramsay Gold’s eyes are fixed on the unfamiliar faces standing on the stage of the Masterchef kitchen and drifts into a daydream where he sees his son standing among them.

[Just after the giant wooden box is raised, Neal Cassidy Gold, stands in the back row of the other family members, beaming brightly at his father with a toothy grin. He scratches his stubbled face just before waving at Ramsay and he can no longer wait for the announcement to meet up with their respective family in the competition. Neal breaks free from the cramped stage and rushes to Ramsay, arms wideopen to embrace his father. Ramsay drops his cane and limps to his son and they share a loving hug in the middle of the kitchen. A hug that that’ve wanted years to share together.

“I’m so sorry, son,” Ramsay cries tears of regret and joy into his shoulder. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay, Papa. We have time now to make it all up.”]

“Ramsay…” A faint voice is heard in the distance. “Ramsay…”

He snaps out of his daydream and crashes back into the harsh world of reality. A world where he didn’t get that loving reunion with his son.

“Are you alright?”

Ramsay’s vision clears and his senses return, feeling a hand on his right shoulder. He slowly turns his head to find Chef Regina gazing back at him with concern on her face.

“You’ve been standing here while the other are meeting with their families. I needed to make sure you’re alright. I know no one came for you.” She lightly squeezed his shoulder, letting him know that she’s here for him.

“Yes,” he sighs out, heart thumping out of his chest. If there was ever a moment he thought he was going to die, this would be it.

Fic: The Next Masterchef, Chapter 2

Fic Summary: Masterchef AU: Alternative meeting. (No one knows each other, no glee club, etc) Kurt, Blaine and sixteen other contestants compete to see who will become the next Masterchef. For Kurt, he’s not going to let anything get in his way of winning - even the (admittedly cute) Blaine Anderson.

Thanks so much for the positive feedback on the first chapter!

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The next day, the wake up call for the contestants is extremely early, since they’re going to be taking a bus to an off site location. Kurt isn’t too bothered by this, as he usually wakes up around 5:30 in the morning each day so he can squeeze in some yoga and pushups before going to work. So his roommate Sam, who though technically underage is celebrating his 18th in a week so the higher ups decided he didn’t have to have a guardian around for that first week, almost trips on him when he finally gets out of bed after the third time his alarm goes off.

“Sorry, small space,” says Kurt when he does. “I already made coffee if you need it,” he says, stretching again, then getting ready for pushups.

Sam rubs at his eyes and yawns. “God, at least having a morning person as a roommate has some perks.” Sam stumbles over to the small counter with a pot of coffee on it. He mixes in a bit too much sugar and takes a sip, sighing happily. Then he turns back to Kurt. “So are you nervous for today?”

Kurt’s a little out of breath from pushups, but answers. “No, why?”

“Well I mean, you’re gonna be a team captain today – for the first challenge. Lost of pressure,” says Sam.

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Episode 70 Finale: First Challenge

George: Now to plate up those 35 on trays on your own, would be very difficult. So we gotta give you a little bit of help and allow you to pick two of your Masterchef colleagues to plate up under your constructions in that thirty minutes of service.

Gary: Andy, let me guess who you gotta choose..

Andy: First one, obviously Benny

George: Ooooooh yeaaaah!

[People cheering]

anonymous asked:

"doesn't end that badly" I AM STILL TRYING TO RECOVER

Let’s fix that with a bit more MasterChef AU pre-relationship fluff. :P

Enjolras really doesn’t like eliminations.

He gets distracted in the worst sort of ways during his elimination challenges thinking about the mistakes he must’ve made to get him here. He worries about the other contestants he’s closer to in the competition, wonders what it’ll be like in the MasterChef house without Cosette and Eponine’s dinnertime duets, or Bahorel’s ukelele performances when he gets homesick, or Courfeyrac’s steady presence and easy grins that he shoots Enjolras’ way. He thinks about Jehan’s soft voice reading them beautiful poetry, thinks about Joly’s famous back rubs, thinks about Grantaire, about the soft curve of his lips, about falling asleep counting Grantaire’s even breaths, about the way he throws his head back and laughs-

He gets distracted, point is. 

It’s ten minutes into the challenge and he still doesn’t really know what he’s doing. The theme of this week’s challenges is love, and the judges had told them that the easiest way to guarantee their place in the competition was to ensure that love manifests in their dish, and Enjolras is stuck

“Enjolras!” Grantaire calls from the balcony, and Enjolras looks up. “Hey,” Grantaire says. “Cook the things you love to cook, or the things you love to eat, or the things that remind you most of love. I would say to make a dessert.” He grins at Enjolras. “But that’s really not your thing, and I don’t want you to go home, so. Breathe. Close your eyes and breathe and start over.”

He does as Grantaire says, closes his eyes, breathes, thinks, and is struck with an epiphany. 

“The theme is love,” he murmurs to himself, and tries to calm his heart rate.

He sets about replicating Grantaire’s signature chocolate tart.

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