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Sugar Baby Education 101: Wine & Food Pairing

When you are an SB, it is important for you to play the part in your SD’s life, meaning be well educated about things and have proper etiquette and KNOW your wine… or have at least an idea about wine and food paring.

 So here, my hoes a little basic overview (if want to learn more about wine, just google that shit out!)

Just like adding milk into coffee will change its texture and taste; food when interacting with wine will affect its flavor. Different ingredients and preparation methods will bring out different taste sensations with the same bottle of wine.

There are a lot of pairing guidelines, but only one universal pairing principle –

A good pairing is when the food and wine do not overshadow each other. Wine and food can complement or contrast each other, as long as they do not mask each other’s unique flavor and characteristics.

Factors to Consider when Pairing

When pairing food, you are really complementing or contrasting four elements. The way the dish is prepared and cooked will affect these elements:

Body/ weight: heavy, medium, or light-body?
Flavor intensity: weak, moderate, strong?
Aroma: earthy, fruity, grassy, or herbal?
Taste: sweet, spicy, acidic, sour, bitter?

Example 1: Most people prefer pairing Cabernet Sauvignon with steaks because they are both full-bodied, strong flavor, and the protein in the meat will soften the tannin in the wine. A venturing wine lover may pair a red steak with a full-bodied white Roussanne.

Example 2: With spicy, strong flavor Thai dishes, the classic gourmets would go for a Riesling. Its neutrality will complement Thai cuisine’s spices. Its acidity and med bodied will match the weight of the food. A venturing wine lover may pair with Gewurztraminer or Marsanne.

Our Favorite Wine and Food Pairings:

It is not always white wine with white meat… Pinot Noir, Beaujolais, Chianti are few handful reds that pair well with chicken. Below we have listed our favorite pairings as a good starting point:

Western Dishes:

Chicken – Full-bodied whites (Chardonnay, Chenin Blanc) or light reds (Beaujolais, Pinot Noir, Rioja, Chianti)
Foie Gras / Pate - Sweet whites (Sauternes, Riesling Spatlese, Tokaji)
Green Salad – Herby whites (Sauvignon Blanc, Pinot Blanc, Sancerre, Pouilly-Fume, Vinho Verde)
Grilled Fish – Light to medium bodied whites (Sauvignon Blanc, Vinho Verde, Chablis)
Pasta (red sauce) – acidic reds (Barbera, Chianti, Zinfandel / Primitivo, Valpolicella)
Pasta (white sauce) – fuller bodied whites (Chardonnay, Viognier, Gavi, Pinot Gris)
Pizza - Sparkling or a fruity red (Prosecco, Barbera, Dolcetto, Valpolicella)
Raw or steamed shellfish – Crisp, acidic wines (Champagne, Sauvignon Blanc, Chablis)
Steak – Full-bodied red (Cabernet, Merlot, Syrah, Malbec, Barolo)

Asian Cuisines:

Chinese – Riesling, Gewurztraminer, Sauvignon Blanc, and Pinot Noir
Japanese Sushi – Beaujolais, Sauvignon Blanc, Riesling
Spicy Thai / Indian Curry – Viognier, Riesling, Gewurztraminer, Rousanne


Creamy soft brie or camembert – Champagne, Pinot Noir, Chardonnay, dry Riesling
Strong goat cheese – Sancerre, Sauvignon Blanc, Pouilly-Fume
Hard / Aged cheese – Bordeaux, Cabernet Sauvignon, Brunello, Dolcetto, Merlot, white Burgundy
Semi-hard cheese – Semillon, Rioja
Smoked cheese – Gewurztraminer, Sauternes, Shiraz
Blue cheese – Sauternes, Banyuls, Port, Late harvest wines, Madeira, Amarone;

Last but not least, some PAIRING TIPS:

Acidic wines go well with many dishes. Sauvignon Blanc, dry Riesling, Chianti are great examples. In addition, acidic wines make salty dishes appear less salty.
For fatty food such as foie gras, try Sauternes (an equally rich and intense wine).
For spicy food, try fruity, low-alcohol wines such as Riesling and Gewurztraminer.
Sweet food goes well with a bottle that is slightly sweeter.

Pair complex food with a simple wine. And pair simple food with a complex wine.

What a good question Hibiki, how do you make curry?

Well really it’s pretty simple. You start with all your ingredients..

Which are, onions, carrors, potatoes, beef, some garlic, a bit of red wine, and of course your spices. Since I’m making a Japanese style curry I’m actually using Port since it’s a bit sweet, and Japanese curry is much sweeter than other curries. 

I might have forgotten to take pictures of the in between steps. I browned the beef, took it out, then sauteed the onions in the pot. Once they were translucent I added the meat back in and poured in some port to deglaze the pot. After you let the alcohol burn off, you throw in the vegetables then add whatever kind of stock you are using. You should let the curry simmer now, and not use a flame thrower to speed up the process :p

One of the most important parts of curry is having a good roux. All a roux is, is some flour that is browned in butter, with the curry spices. Typically you would just buy this at your local asian market, but regrettably I’m intolerant of gluten so I get to make it by hand. 

Once the roux has browned a bit, you add the spices in and stir it into your curry once it is done cooking. You give it a good stir and let the roux thicken up the curry and give it a really nice texture. Now that the curry is pretty much done, it is pretty common to grate in some apple to give it a bit of sweetness. I chose to add apricot preserve here at the end. It basically does the same thing. Doesn’t it look good?

And there is the final product. If you hadn’t figured it out yet, I’m a fan of wine, so of course I paired a wine with my curry. I chose a sweeter Riesling to go with it. I think a lot of people would chose a light to medium red wine, which wouldn’t be wrong, but a very light sweet white wine is actually an excellent pair with a lot of spicy Asian cuisine. The sweetness of the wine cuts into the spiciness of the curry and leaves a very pleasant flavour behind. 

So there you go, that’s how you make curry!

In the Arms of Justice Epilogue (Cop!Bucky x reader)

Characters: reader x Detective Barnes, Steve, Tony, Sharon, Natasha, OC Sarah and Maggie Rogers. (Most only mentioned)

Summary: Reader is a witness to a crime, tying her to the investigation as well as the police involved. She never would have guessed how that one night would continue to change her life years later.


Word Count: 1924

Tags at the bottom. TAG LIST IS CLOSED, I’M SO SORRY.

A/N: This is it, you guys. The end. I loved the ending of Part 22 but I had a lot of fluffy thoughts about their future so here you go. :) Gimme all your thoughts about this last part if you’ve got ‘em!! I love you guys to the moon and back!! <3

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18 Months Later

“Please tell me this is the last of it,” you whined, huffing and puffing while climbing the stairs with a box in your arms. “Whose idea was it to live in a three-story walk-up anyway?”

“Yours,” Bucky answered from behind you, a teasing tone in his voice while equally winded.

“Excuse me? I do recall you were there for the whole apartment selection process, so you shoulder at least part of the blame,” you fired back jokingly, shifting the box to your left hip as you opened the apartment door that was left unlocked.

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Philadelphia: the inside track

Not just the birthplace of the nation, Philadelphia has a dynamic food culture, a booming arts scene and cool to spare. Philly native Nell McShane Wulfhart shares her insider guide.

Home-grown style and sips

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Shopping in Philly runs the gamut from classic (at Macy’s in the historic Wanamaker building) to cutting-edge, with local fashionistas producing one-of-a-kind lewks. Bonus: clothes and shoes aren’t taxed! Check out Fishtown for boutiques like Toile, which sells clothes by up-and-coming Philly designers. And it’s not just about fashion – the neighbourhood is home to remarkable local distilleries. Skip the duty free; instead pick up award-winning Bluecoat Gin at Philadelphia Distilling and micro-batch herbal liqueurs at Rowhouse Spirits.

Garden city

Fairmount Park, a sprawling series of woods and hiking trails, is one of the largest urban parks in the nation, and makes a fabulous afternoon nature excursion for the whole family. There are gorgeous smaller green spaces too. Rittenhouse Square (known in summer as ‘Rittenhouse Beach’, thanks to the hordes who sun themselves on the grass) is right in the centre of town and hosts farmers’ markets and art fairs. Tiny ‘parklets’, stocked with just a few chairs and tables, are hidden all over town.

Foodie paradise

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Philly’s food scene is booming, with over 2500 restaurants to choose from and the likes of high-profile chefs such as Jose Garces building restaurant empires here. Head to his Amada restaurant for exquisite Andalusian tapas paired with adventurous Spanish wines, or try sophisticated modern Israeli food by Michael Solomonov at Zahav. Also look out for the city’s dozens of tiny BYOBs with sophisticated menus and affordable prices – book a table at Will, where chef Christopher Kearse sends out French-inspired seasonal plates including scallops with garlic flower buds and monkfish tail in a lobster bouillon.

Go hard or go home

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Philly fans are infamously passionate, and the city’s nine professional sports teams keep emotions keyed up year-round. Tailgating in the parking lot of Citizens Bank Park or Lincoln Financial Field (the two South Philly stadiums) with portable barbecues and coolers crammed with beers before a big game is an unmissable part of the local sports experience, though cheering on the Eagles (American football) or the Phillies (baseball) with hyper-enthusiastic crowds isn’t bad either.

Rock(y) on

Rocky is the quintessential Philly movie, but Trading Places, The Sixth Sense and many others were filmed here – not to mention National Treasure, which sees Nicholas Cage running around from City Hall to Reading Terminal Market. Check out the spots that made it onscreen with Philadelphia Movie Sites Tour, or stick with the hometown hero on a self-guided Rocky journey. The imposing and historic Eastern State Penitentiary offers tours, too – it was the asylum featured in Brad Pitt hit Twelve Monkeys.

Cultural fix

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An extraordinary 3600 murals and counting (including tributes to city history and beloved local groups like The Roots) have turned the city into an enormous, bright open-air gallery. More traditional work can be found in the two world-renowned museums on the Parkway: the Barnes Foundation and the Philadelphia Museum of Art (snap a photo with the Rocky statue while you’re there), which give New York and Washington DC, just one and two hours by train, respectively, a run for their money. History buffs must make time to visit one of the city’s newest attractions, the Museum of the American Revolution which brings the past to life with immersive galleries, astonishing historical works of art and Revolutionary-era weapons.

Dream on

Bed down at the fresh-from-a-redesign Logan hotel, which has its own art collection and is just a 15-minute ride from the airport, with direct flights from London Heathrow with British Airways. The LEED-certified Courtyard Philadelphia South at the Navy Yard has a cool futuristic vibe; plus, it’s walking distance to the stadiums. And, there’s old-school glamour in abundance at the chic Warwick which is surrounded by the city’s most luxurious shops.

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In The Name Of Love: Part Two


You lived a life much different than any other married couple on the planet, it was full of action and mystery. But the only mystery that was unsolved was your marriage. Stuck in the boring routine of the lifeless marriage the both of you were caught in, Tony and Steve make plans to get the two of you back together - with the help of Bruce Banner. You had three weeks, and each session you noticed a change in your love life. But things could get far more messy than the both of you intended.

Notes: Bucky x Wife!Reader, Tension. We’ll see if you guys are digging this one, I could do a part threee. Let me know what you think! :)

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so my friend Raychel came over for an early #Friendsgiving™ 

  • She pulls out strawberry wine and my mother, who was on her way out the door, stops to sigh contently and is like ‘oh, my God, this used to get us so drunk in the woods in tenth grade’  e i l e e n
  • She spent a good thirty minutes recounting how angry she is with this guy she was somewhat flirting with, but he made her achieve a level of rage she had never experienced before and now she will only solely refer to him as ‘The Mantis Man’ no matter how much he begs her to use his name or at least give him context for the new nickname
  • “Moving out of the house really made me realize…like, I mean, I’m compassionate and caring and shit, but I’m fucking heartless, man, Jesus.”
  • We ordered pizza and chicken tenders (your standard Friendsgiving food and a great pairing for strawberry wine, naturally) and like. Okay the delivery guy said he ‘knows us’ but we literally didn’t know him, and he said it was fine if we just didn’t sign for the food even though she ordered it on her card…so we might have stolen the food listen 
  • My mother returns home in the middle of the dinner looking happier than I’ve seen her in months, proclaiming “the state store had a SALE! I got a BIG BOTTLE!” and considering she’s been trying to bar me from touching her wine honestly this is a Thanksgiving miracle 
  • We put on my copy of the 1990 version of IT because it’s iconic and also a running joke for us and just…honestly we died
  • Wasted like twenty minutes arguing and trying to figure out which was side a and side b
  • she never picked up on the ‘eddie’s fucking gay’ subtext when we were kids but I had mentioned it and she quite literally died every time he did Anything 
  • Like I’m not gonna type out a tipsy recounting of the movie unless pressed but our fucking peanut gallery act was at peak performance okay,
  • too much wine
  • “I’m so glad Seth Green played Richie in this movie because…I just always want to punch Seth Green in the face, so badly, like that’s really my fondest life wish”
  • She found a show called ‘Dragula’ and made me watch clips and HMMM.
  • She knows Thanksgiving tomorrow is going to be…a Production™ for me so she assured me at least fifteen times throughout the night that she will have her phone on and waiting for updates on whether or not I commit murder
  • “A…A…dammit” - “What are you doing?” - “I’m trying to like….remember who we’re friends with. Who starts with an A?” - “Annika?” - “No, Annika’s still culturally relevant..”  - “….Alexa?” - “FUCK YEAH HER” 
  • This bitch sat next to me asking for friends names for like 10 minutes, wouldn’t tell me what she was doing, and then REVIVED A DUMB AND LONG RUNNING JOKE IN OUR FRIEND GROUP THAT NO ONE HAS MADE IN LIKE F I V E Y E A R S the audacity 
  • She was wearing this sweatshirt and she spent months thinking it was supposed to be a shark but I pointed out it’s clearly a dinosaur and the moment she realized I was right was caught on camera and I’m still dying about it
  • Speaking of which we took like 300 selfies in the span of maybe 40 minutes lmao she’s posting them on facebook as we speak
  • recounted a dream in which she hooked up with our friend Dylan only then he confessed to her that he had banged dead deer on multiple occasions 
  • found socks that read ‘thottie or nice’
  • a full blown debate about the sewer orgy™ 
  • I’m high key falling asleep as I’m typing but at this point I just use my tags as a digital diary or some shit save me
Grocery Shopping with Harry would include...

Warning(s): Absolutely none

Request: I really need some domestic Agent Galahad in my life so could you do some h/cs for me? maybe doing chores and grocery shopping with his s/o? I need all the fluff!

A/N: I actually had some similar requests about domestic Harry and in all honesty, that’s what I’m here for. I hope you liked them!

  • him going through the wine section and choosing the fanciest of wines because apparently ‘Not every food is to be paired with the same wine, Y/N. Bluh, bluh, bluh’
  • or at least that’s what you hear
  • you buying an entire bottle of chocolate milk instead, just because
  • Harry loving to pop by the deli section but you insisting that it’s too fancy and gross for you
  • so you go straight to the snacks, loading your kart with all sorts of junk food you’re craving
  • claiming it’s for long-term stock (they’ll be finished by the end of the week)
  • you disappearing inside the aisles all the time and him having to search for you like you’re a toddler
  • him holding your hand to make sure you won’t escape again because of that but finding it adorable really
  • always sneaking away from him to visit the florist section and surprise him with new plants for his butterflies (after giving the lady there a headache from all the questions)
  • buying every single little thing you come across in the store that you think he might like and surprising him at home later
  • him smiling to himself then because wow, you have a good memory and you always take such good care him
  • buying every type of tea there is and shrugging when Harry asks you about it, mustering your best imitation of a British accent
  • 'We have to be proper English people, Harry.“

Alton Brown grinds his own peppercorns. With his teeth.

Alton Brown’s chili cheese fries are healthier than raw carrots. Even after he adds the bacon and lard.

Alton Brown brushes his teeth with wasabi and gargles with pickle brine. But his breath smells like roses.

 Alton Brown can boil a three-minute egg in thirty-seven seconds.

In an unaired episode of Iron Chef America, Alton Brown single-handedly defeated an all-star team of Bobby Flay, Cat Cora, and Michael Simon. The secret ingredient was air.

Alton Brown doesn’t reduce sauces. He demoralizes sauces.

Alton Brown prepares his fugu blindfolded, with one chopstick and a plastic spork. Alton Brown ain’t afraid of no chump neurotoxin.

Alton Brown’s blender has four speeds: “stir,” mix,“ "frappe,” and “plasmify.”

Alton Brown can split a pineapple in half using only his pinkies. For coconuts, though, he has to use his thumbs.

Alton Brown knows where capers come from. And he grows his own, on a Chia pet in the pantry.

Rachel Ray shows people where to eat for less than forty dollars a day. When Alton Brown eats, people pay him.

Alton Brown slices ham so thin, it can only be seen using an electron microscope.

Some knives can slice through a tin can and still cut a tomato. Alton Brown’s knives can slice through a Pontiac, and still cut a tin can.

Grown men have been known to weep for joy in the mere presence of Alton Brown’s vinagrette. His hollandaise sauce can kill a man from sheer ecstasy at forty paces.

Alton Brown can eat just one Lay’s potato chip. If he ever bothered to eat food he didn’t make himself, that is.

Alton Brown once got carried away slicing carrots, and julienned his cutting board. Undaunted, he sauteed the splinters in olive oil and spices –and they were delicious.

Every Burger King Alton Brown has walked into has immediately closed forever –try as they might, they simply can’t “do it his way.”

Alton Brown can pair a wine with any food –including hot dogs, ice cream, raw eggs, Alpo, sawdust, and soylent green.

Alton Brown’s cakes don’t rise. They ascend.

Some meats are so tender, they seem to melt in your mouth. Alton Brown’s meats are so tender, he’s had entire turkeys vanish into thin air.

Alton Brown’s no saint. But if his chicken Kiev cures one more kid’s leprosy, the church will reconsider the evidence.

Alton Brown doesn’t whip potatoes. Alton Brown’s potatoes whip themselves, if they know what’s good for them.

 Alton Brown’s other car is the Wienermobile.

Alton Brown’s show was called ‘Good Eats’, because 'Multiple Shuddering Mouthgasms’ didn’t play with the network’s target demographic.

Alton Brown’s freezer operates at minus-twenty-seven degrees. Kelvin.

Alton Brown once prepared shrimp gumbo for a cooking competition, using only salt, water, canned Spam, and a packet of Arby’s 'Horsey Sauce’. He took second place. He would have won, but one of the judges was allergic to shellfish.

Alton Brown can fit three hundred and forty-two cookies on a standard-sized baking sheet. Without any touching.

When Alton Brown slices onions, the onions cry.

Alton Brown was once asked to participate in a blind orange juice taste test. He was the only person able to successfully identify the brand, style, vintage, temperature, pH level, distance to the orchard, age of the grove trees, and the names of the workers picking the fruit. Including the one who needs to start washing after bathroom breaks.

thegoliathbeetle  asked:

Oooh do that one! The SuFin date prompt. Sweden has a stutter and it gets worse when he's nervous. You know what I mean, you reblogged the post...xD But you love SuFin and I don't read enough of it. I bet you'll do a really good job!! TY TY <3

ASqdmfmek, this was fun. Oh and before I forget @sufin5ever thank you for the prompt!

A quick note before we get started: Berwald’s stutter is kind of mixed. So he repeats initial sounds a lot, primarily hard consonant sounds like “kuh” and “guh” and sometimes he gets “caught” on the s sound. He also has a tendency to get stuck in the middle of a sentence and use a lot of interjections like um, uh, etc.

Also auditory processing disorder is kind of a weird thing. Like medical professionals don’t agree on whether it is an actual thing or not and as such there’s very little research on it. It’s been relegated to the territory of sensory processing disorder, where it does not appear in the DSM V and it gets sort of ignored. Basically it just means that while your hearing is fine, your brain gets a little confused by all the sensory input you’re constantly taking in, especially if you’re nervous, and it can’t “process” what you’ve heard. For me, I know I’ve heard people say something and I can make a guess as to whether it’s a question or a comment but I may have to ask people to repeat themselves several times and it’s quite embarrassing.

Anyhow, please enjoy!

When Berwald Oxenstierna had imagined his own death, he’d always imagined it being in some sterile hospital room with a few loved ones holding his hand to gently guide him into the great beyond. He had never once anticipated that it might come in a more natural setting, such as an Italian restaurant.

But as he rolled and unrolled his shirt sleeves for the third time, it occurred to him that he desired nothing more than the sweet release of death and that pasta di fuoco he’d just ordered that sounded really delicious.

He’d done it. He’d finally asked Timo on a date. The guy he’d been steadily and painfully crushing on since sophomore year of high school. And Timo had said yes. It was a rare stroke of courage Berwald doubted would ever be repeated in his lifetime.

But there was only one problem. In all his bravado, Berwald had forgotten how much, ahem, “trouble” he had communicating with people.

His eyes darted up to make sure Timo wasn’t looking directly at him- oh god, he was. Timo caught his eye and gave him a nice, sort of reassuring smile.

“So, have you decided what you’re going to major in? I think they’re expecting us to declare in the fall.”

Timo blinked patiently at him, chin resting on an open palm, waiting for his reply.

Okay, Berwald, this is an easy question you already know the answer to. Just say the words.

“SSSSS-Software engineering. With a minor in um, um, uh…” Shit, he had that tight feeling in his neck and throat again. His muscles were basically seizing up and refusing to work properly. And he was so close too! That damn S sound always tripped him up.

Berwald couldn’t remember the exact moment he’d begun to stutter, maybe fourth or fifth grade, but ever since, it had always been with him, like some unholy algorithm, endlessly generating what-if’s and Bad Endings. Everything he did involved careful, even obsessive, planning and accounting for.

Sometimes he got it right, rehearsed enough to choke the words out and move on. But, more often than not, he panicked. Fight or flight kicked in and his primitive lizard brain decided that coherent speech was far less important than running from an imaginary hungry tiger. Thus, he was reduced to a stammering, stuttering, scared little boy in the body of a hulking man with slumped shoulders and a stern expression.

Berwald’s gaze had been shamefully averted down to the tablecloth. But when he risked a peek up, Timo looked a little concerned but not annoyed or frustrated.

“What did you say you want to minor in?”

Berwald’s panicked mind reminded him of his speech therapist telling him to take a deep breath before speaking to calm down and then another to actually get the words out. Flat speech, not bumpy speech.

“Cyber security,” he said in a measured, slow tone.

Timo took a sip of his water and nodded enthusiastically.

“Wow, computers, huh? That’s a great field to get into! You’ll do really well in it too, you’re so smart.”

Rather than go through the whole ordeal again, Berwald opted to just give a bashful shake of his head.

As if sent by divine intervention, the waiter came by with their food. Timo and the waiter were both that friendly, expressive type of person and chatted about how delicious the food looked and what wines paired well with which dishes and so forth.

Berwald only gave the waiter a small nod of gratitude when his own food was placed in front of him. The sudden fear that Timo might think him rude did not help matters.

Timo looked across the table at Berwald’s plate and grinned.

“Yours looks so good! Mm, you might need to eat quickly if you don’t want me to steal it all.”

Berwald took a long sip of water to avoid having to speak immediately. He never knew what to say when people made jokes like that. It wasn’t that he didn’t have a sense of humor, but how exactly did you respond to something like that?

Perhaps his dismay at his lack of social skills had registered on Berwald’s face, because Timo chuckled after a pause.

“Just kidding, I wouldn’t steal your food. At least not on the first date.”

The first date? Did that imply that he was already thinking about more dates? Truthfully, Berwald had been so preoccupied with having a date with the man of his dreams at all and trying not to screw it up, he’d never even considered the possibility that Timo might want to see him again.

Though he wanted desperately to let Timo know how much he admired him and that he wanted to go on many, many more dates together, Berwald couldn’t speak. If by some miracle his speech came out clear on the first try, there was always the looming chance that he would use the wrong words and offend Timo or creep him out.

Berwald just adjusted his glasses and began eating. The pasta was as delicious as he’d hoped but he couldn’t seem to enjoy it much. His tongue tasted sour and his throat was parched.

Timo didn’t try for any more conversation and Berwald couldn’t help but be relieved. He hadn’t eaten since lunchtime and, so he rationalized, maybe getting some good food into his system would help him calm down and think more clearly.

After some time of shoveling forkfuls of pasta into his mouth and praying to whatever gods might be listening that he would suddenly gain the social skills of a normal human being, Berwald heard…something.

He shifted his head up and saw Timo looking at him expectantly. Berwald knew what he’d heard was Timo’s voice and he could deduce that Timo had probably asked him a question. But it had happened so fast and Berwald had been too focused on his thoughts to understand. Reluctantly, he began the too-familiar process.

“Beg your pardon?”

“I said, do you…?”

His ears were straining, he was looking directly at Timo’s face trying to figure out what he was saying to him. It didn’t help matters that the restaurant had gotten loud all of a sudden and Berwald was so, so nervous.

He couldn’t ask Timo to repeat himself. He knew how it was. People got irritated with you, you looked like a complete fool, having to ask a million times, not because you couldn’t hear but because your brain was working to slow to process what was happening.

He remembered the weird looks he’d received over the years, Is something wrong with this guy? The burning shame of being laughed at by his classmates when he’d asked them to repeat what they said several times. “He’s too stupid to know when we’re making fun of him!”

Frantically, Berwald tried to guess at what Timo may have been asking for. The salt, maybe? It was the only thing on the table. With a shaking hand, he offered it to Timo.

“Oh, no, no, I meant , did you want to try some of mine?” He scooped a bite onto his fork and held it out.

But when Berwald reached for the fork, Timo moved his hand quicker and fed it to him, left hand cupped under Berwald’s chin to prevent any spills.

Berwald didn’t dare to breathe. Timo’s hands were right near his face, near his mouth. To another person, it might have just be a nice gesture. To Berwald, for whom the phrase touch-starved was an understatement, it was incredibly intimate.

Timo raised an eyebrow and looked him dead in the eye. “How is it?”

“GGGG-” He had just had to pick a word with that hard consonant, didn’t he? Berwald could’ve kicked himself, he couldn’t go a full minute without making a fool of himself!

He swallowed hard and tried again. “It’s good.”

“I thought so too! The sauce is fantastic. Really rich and creamy.” Timo glanced to the side for a moment, and then held Berwald’s gaze again.

“Um, is everything okay? Are you, you’re not having fun?”

Air raid sirens went off in Berwald’s head. Okay, he wouldn’t exactly say he was having fun, but that was just because he was nervous about this going well. He liked spending time with Timo, liked listening to Timo talk. But he couldn’t say all that.

So he just said in a low voice, “Sorry. M’ just really nervous.”

Timo rubbed the back of his neck. “I- I’m nervous too. I know I’m really weird, pretty much everyone says so, and so I was trying to act more normal tonight but I think I went too far and ended up being boring instead.”

“You’re not boring.” Berwald felt a little shocked. He’d assumed this date was just business as usual for Timo. Timo had always seemed so confident and enthusiastic in class. He’d never imagined that Timo might feel self conscious.

Berwald licked his lips and continued. “In ccclass,” that palative C sound almost tripped him up but he was too determined to say what he meant, “you always have something really smart or interesting to say. Everybody likes you, even if they don’t know you well. I really like you. That’s why I’ve been so nervous. I know how bad my stutter is and my speech therapist says I have an auditory processing disorder, whatever that means, and I just- I don’t want to look bad in front of you.”

That was quite a speech for Berwald. He had to take several deep breaths afterwards to prevent himself from passing out and really ruining the night.

He fully expected Timo to look relieved, happy that Berwald was self-aware enough to realize his stutter was annoying and just get up and leave.

But then Timo did something strange. He reached across the table and took Berwald’s hand.

“I can understand you just fine, even if you do stutter. And I don’t really know what an auditory processing disorder is but it doesn’t bother me. Actually, um, I’ve had a little bit of a crush for a few years now and I’ve been working up the courage to ask you out. But you beat me to it! You’re stronger than you think.”

Timo looked down at their hands and a strawberry blush was dusting his cheeks. “And I hope this isn’t our last date.”

Berwald smiled and shook his head. “Not at all.”

That bashful look almost seemed like it had been imagined by Berwald, as quickly as it was replaced by a mischievous wry grin.

“I also hope you kiss on the first date because the backseat of my car is very comfortable, if I do say so myself.”

As luck would have it, that excitable, auburn-haired waiter was coming by their table at just the right time. He rubbed Timo’s hand with his thumb as he said, clear as bell, “Check please.”


 A/N; I just spent the entire night writing this. I really probably should have slept but- eh- oh well.

This isn’t a requested one-shot, nor is it an imagine. It’s just a short little thing. Unless someone wants more or if I just want to write more. I’ve been working on the next installment of How We Came To Be but I needed to take a breather, ja feel?

If you like it, leave some love! It’s almost 5;30 am here so I need to close my eyes.  

   Chloe Penelope had decided that she was going to wear polka dots every day of her life. At least, that’s what her mom thought. The bright purple leggings were accented with spots all over in different colors. Her lime green shirt wasn’t bare, either. There were plumes of flowers along the collar. None of her outfit coordinated with itself and the three-year-old couldn’t care less.

   Hannah rolled her eyes good-naturedly and stifled a chuckle when she found her toddler waiting outside the kitchen. The woman noticed her daughter was standing with her hands on her hips and completely proud of her outfit choice. Maybe one she’d be the style icon of the decade. There was no talking the child out of her clothing choices once she made up her mind.

   “I’m beautiful, Mommy!” The toddler nearly shouted throughout the entire apartment, even though she was less than 6 feet away from her mother.

   Hannah did chuckle at that. “Yes, Chlobug. You are very beautiful! The most beautiful one here, I do believe!”

   The golden blonde child walked up to the dinner table. “Nuh-uh, Mommy. You are!”

   The woman picked up her daughter and left a kiss on her nose. “We both are. How about that?”

   “Hmm…” Chloe tapped her finger on her chin and looked to be deeply in thought. “Ok! We both are! Are we princesses, Mommy?”

   “Why can’t I be the queen?”

   “Because you’re too young, Mommy. Queen’s are old. Duh.”

   Hannah crouched down to her sitting daughter’s level and looked her right in the eye. “One day, you’ll get the biggest inheritance I can leave you. Keep up the good work, Kid.”

   “Can I have chocolate milk with my Fruity Pebbles, Mommy?”

   “And then that happens. Sure thing, Kiddo. Whatever your weird little heart desires.” Hannah pulled the accommodating breakfast items off shelves and out of the fridge and prepared the meal.

   After Hannah had dropped her charming yet odd child off at preschool, she stopped at the market to grab food that she was pretty sure that she wasn’t going to end up making. Grocery shopping always made her hungry. She learned very early on that if she wanted to retain her sanity, she couldn’t shop with Chloe. She’d have to go during school hours when she was the hungriest and the busiest.

   Chloe wasn’t the pickiest eater, but she was picky enough. The only cereal she ate was Fruity Pebbles, and she preferred it in chocolate milk. She even had a certain bowl that she ate it out of.

Okay, maybe picky wasn’t the right word. Chloe was particular. That’s not mean to think, is it?

   Hannah shrugged at her inner thoughts and grabbed the biggest box of cereal that she could find on the shelf and made her way to the front of the store, eyeing the wine section as she went. That’s when she saw him.

   The brunette slowed to a stop, and it took her a minute to realize that she was gawking at some stranger in the middle of the wine aisle at the grocery store. She didn’t usually stare at people she didn’t know in such a conspicuous manner, so she hid behind the end cap of another aisle and peered around the corner.

   She recognized him, sort of. She remembered seeing him somewhere before. It was brief, but she couldn’t forget that face. He was either on the tv or guest lectured at the college she took online courses at. He was familiar, but she just couldn’t put her finger on it.

   The man was looking through the bottles of white wine with his tongue stuck out in deep concentration. His fingers were hovering over the labels he was reading, and he looked so adorably lost. The wine bottles were lucky to have so much attention paid to them by such a wonderfully interesting man. He needed help, though. That much she could tell.

   Don’t just stand there like a loon, Hannah. Here’s a wonderful opportunity to meet someone new. It could be quick and painless. Chloe wouldn’t even have to meet him. Not that I’d put her through that anyway. Not again.

   Just do it. There’s no shame in making new friends. Besides you’re curious about where you recognize him from anyway…

   “Uh.” Hannah’s canvas covered feet moved faster than her brain. “You look like you’re having some trouble picking out a wine.”

   The man turned to look at her with a brief expression of surprise then licked his lips.

   Oh, man, she thought. That could kill me.

   He looked back at the bottles and then nodded. “I’m not a big wine connoisseur. I know all the types of wine and what goes best with what food pairings but it’s for a birthday gift. I’m not quite so sure what she’d prefer.”


   “Well, does she like a certain brand or type? Or does she like to try different kinds out sometimes?” Hannah walked up until she was just barely a few feet from him.

   “I’m not actually sure. It’s embarrassing, really. I have an eidetic memory. One would think I can remember what’s had in my presence

Hannah brushed some hair behind her ear and winced. “I hope she’s not a girlfriend; otherwise you’d be in loads of trouble..”

   The man blushed a little. “Ah, no. She’s just a very good friend. One I wouldn’t want to upset. She deserves the best.”

   “Aw,” the woman smiled earnestly. “She sounds important. But it also sounds like you shouldn’t overthink it. I’m sure whatever you choose, she’ll enjoy it. Just make this choice from your heart and stick a meaningful card with it. Girls can be suckers for cards. Or maybe that’s just me…”

   He looked back at the shelving. “What would you suggest?”

   “Who? Me?” Hannah put a hand to her chest in surprise.

   “Yeah. You’re a girl. You seem like you would make good wine decisions. What would you go for?”

   “Honestly?” Hannah reached up and wrapped her non-manicured fingers around a bottle on the middle shelf and pulled it down. “This one.”

   The man took the wine after she held it out to him and read the label. “Kendall-Jackson Riesling. Why is this the one you picked?”

   The words weren’t critical, just pure curiosity.

   “Well, that’s an easy one. It’s my favorite! If it’s at any restaurant I go to, it’s the first thing out of my mouth. Well, that and cheese sticks. I love my cheese sticks.”

   Hannah met the man’s eyes after her almost daydream and stopped short. “Was that weird?”

He shook his head and gave a small smile. “No, cheese sticks are delicious. Did you know cheese has historical roots dating back as far as 6,000 BC? And that about 20 million metric tons of cheese gets produced every year? And I guess I should have warned you about that…”

   “About what?” Hannah had cocked her head to the side in brief confusion.

   The man scratched the back of his head and looked away. “About how I just say random things that no one asked about. I just…spurt them out.”

   “If you know it, flaunt it. Intelligence is very attractive. Use it, just don’t be a jerk about it. Maybe you can use it to turn that very close friend into something else, hmm?” Hannah bumped his shoulder in an easy going way.

   “Oh, no. Penelope already has somebody. I’m kind of the baby of the office. She’s very protective of me.”

   “Oh yeah? Where do you work? Or, if that’s too abrasive, what do you do?” He’s single! I can’t do anything about that, but I can feel less guilty about it at least.

   He looked around. “I uh…I work in the F.B.I. Behavioral Analysis Unit, to be precise.”

   “That’s where I know you from!”

   The quick outburst made him jump slightly, and he wondered for a brief second if it was a mistake to say such intimate details to someone he didn’t even know.


   “You guest lectured at the college I’m taking online courses at. You’re Dr. Spencer Reid! I couldn’t figure it out! It was right at the tip of my tongue. And I’m totally spazzing out now.”

   Spencer laughed an honest laugh and held the bottle of wine close to his chest. “Don’t worry about it. Honestly, it’s not as bad as you think.”

   “Oh yeah? Wanna take a bet? I saw you as I was passing this aisle and wanted a reason to approach you because you were so familiar, I couldn’t figure out why. So I hid behind that end cap right over there for 5 minutes. I was trying to figure out when to come over here, if ever at all.”

   “So you were stalking me because I looked familiar?”

   “Well, that and-” Hannah abruptly shut up, and a bright flush overcame her cheeks. “Uh.”

   “And why? Now I’m curious.” Spencer stepped closer to her.

   Well, crap. “And uh…”

   Spencer watched as Hannah licked her lips and hummed to herself. The woman subconsciously rubbed her right arm as she bit her bottom lip. 

   Oh, for goodness sakes.

   “Because I wanted to know you. When you were standing there, in the middle of the wine aisle, you looked like someone I wanted to know.”

   “And now? Am I still someone you’d want to know?”

   Hannah met his eyes and smiled. “Hi, I’m Hannah Cameron, and you are definitely worth getting to know.”

   Hannah reached out a hand, and Spencer took it, shaking it. Her blush faded a tinge, but their eyes never left each other. She hoped he was worth getting to know. Being a single parent tended to be a turnoff, but she just couldn’t seem to shake the feeling that she got. Maybe Spencer was different?

captainalinjastars  asked:

Well, if we're talking about drinking, I'd like ask: what type of alcohol "adult" part of series would prefer: Kakashi, Asuma, Kurenai, Guy, Genma, Iruka, Yamato, Jiraya, Tsunade, Shizune (Of coursr, please do the caracters you've met already)?

I thought long and hard about this and I’m pretty confident with my answers. I had to do some serious research for these headcanons.

Naruto Adults’ Favorite Alcoholic Beverages

Kakashi loves Hennessy Black. It’s sleek black packaging is very appealing to the eye. He prefers to drink it over ice. While it can have a variety of undertones in its flavors, Kakashi tends to notice the honey taste more than the others. 

Asuma is a beer drinker. His favorite is actually Irish Dry Stout. It’s dark in color and it goes well with the barbecue he often eats with Team 10. It’s a little bitter in flavor, which mixes well on his palate with the taste of cigarettes.

Kurenai likes her red wine, particularly Pinot Noir. This wine pairs well with a variety of different foods, especially with Japanese dishes like sushi and salmon. She likes how delicate it is as a beverage and how she can easily pick out the fruity aromas like strawberry or plum. 

Guy likes hard cider. He finds the crisp apple flavors to be very refreshing after a long day of training. It can cool him down and stimulate his tastebuds without making him so drunk he can’t function. 

Genma prefers bourbon - the kind that will instantly make you grow chest hair with how much it burns on the way down. He likes the kind that has aged a bit more so he can really pick out the vanilla notes that he can’t find in younger whiskies. 

Iruka loves Baileys Irish Cream. While he has tried many flavors of this liqueur, he tends to stick with the original cream. To Iruka, nothing is more relaxing than coming home after a long day and brewing a cup of dark roast coffee and pouring two shots of Baileys in. It’s not the strongest alcohol, which he appreciates, but it definitely helps put him to sleep when he needs it.

Yamato actually appreciates white wine. His favorite kind is Gewürztraminer, a German wine. It is very sweet and pairs well with Asian cuisine. He likes to sip it over dinner. He likes the hint of peach flavor in the wine and likes how dry it is.

Jiraiya loves Belgian Quadrupel beer. Pairing well with smoked meats, Jiraiya can often be seen with his type of alcohol at his table. He likes the sweetness of brown sugar that he can taste. It has a high alcohol percentage, so it usually doesn’t take him long to feel the effects.

Tsunade really enjoys white wine, particularly the more velvety kinds of Chardonnay. It goes down smoother than usual dry wines and has bold hints of citrus flavors. On occasion she will drink the fresh barreled kind for the taste of vanilla and coconut. She can go through two bottles in one night if she isn’t careful. 

Shizune loves Merlot red wine. It’s a softer wine which she only drinks on the occasion where she needs a hardcore relaxation period. She likes how she can taste plums and other herbs on her tastesbuds. It was this wine that really introduced her to alcohol when she became old enough to drink.