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etfrin · 4 months

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❝ꜱᴏᴜʟꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴄʀᴜꜱʜ❞ — chapter ten | coriolanus snow

「ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ:」 SFW | Coriolanus Snow, elitism | lmk if I forgot anything

「ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ:」 young! Coriolanus Snow x fem! Reader

「ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ:」 Coriolanus and you wake up together in the morning of the games!

「ᴀ/ɴ:」 i hope y'all like this!!

Beta read by 🎉 @nowitsmissing

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Coriolanus Snow got out of the shower, the boy freshly dressed in a white, too-tight shirt and charcoal pants. You were sleeping on the bed, curled to his side right now. He should wake you up for breakfast. After he told Tigris a friend had stayed over the night, she was excited that this was the first guest they had in years and how glad she was that Coriolanus found a true friend.

A true friend. He certainly wasn't used to it. You never met his expectations, always managing to ruin his prediction of the future whenever it involved you. You were everything, you were an enigma, addicting and unsolvable.

God bless Tigris, when she heard about you, she went out to get groceries with whatever penny she had. She had assured Coriolanus that your first meal in this house wouldn't be the flavorless cabbage soup. Coryo was glad that at least he wouldn't have to face the embarrassment of not even serving proper food.

Coryo decided to cook for you himself. He wanted to make sure everything is as perfect as it gets. Tigris had found some tomatoes and strawberries for cheap! There was bread that was expired, but it's only been three days and you didn't have to know. So he decided to make tomato soup and toasted bread with strawberries for dessert.

When grandma’am was busy, he even took the risk of stealing roses from the penthouse. He had some mint leaves in the fridge. He wanted to make a drink for you. He rinsed the roses, crushing the petals and the mint together. He mixes the juice from the paste in cold water. He swirls the liquid with a spoon and watches it turn light green.

He takes a small sip, the strong floral flavor of the roses tasting well with the freshness of the mint. He smiles satisfied. He doesn't let Tigris do any of the work, he sets the table, and the food himself. Changing positions of the plate every few minutes to make sure everything is acceptable and up to standard. Just because his house isn't made of diamonds anymore doesn't mean that the Snows' have forgotten how to treat their guests.

After everything was deemed perfect in his eyes, he opened his bedroom door to wake you up. You were already awake. Sitting up on the bed, your face sleepy. You could barely keep your eyes open and he almost wanted to suggest that you go back to sleep. You looked so cute! You blink several times, gaining sense, and look at him with an unfiltered grin.

“Good morning, Coryo,” you greet him, your eyes shining.

“Good morning,” he said, softly, feeling his heart getting warm. “Come on, you can freshen up in the bathroom. I made breakfast.”

You nod and make your way to the bathroom. Coriolanus waits for your arrival, he keeps the seat beside him free. Tigris chatted excitedly about some new designs and Grandma'am wasn't at her best to make conversations (which he was grateful for).

You come out of the washroom, your face fresh and your hair somewhat tamed. You eye the empty seat beside him and take it. You introduced yourself softly to the family and watched their eyes widen when they realized who you were and the power your family held.

Coriolanus felt proud. That's his soulmate, he wanted to say but didn't. He had to be patient, he had to be careful. He wasted a decade of his life, he can't mess this up.

You looked at the food, and he felt worried that you wouldn't like it. He knew this was nothing compared to the meal you have in your home, heck even the Academy had better food than this! You looked back at him and whispered, “You cooked this yourself?”

Coriolanus nodded, not sure if the question was a good or bad thing. Will you refuse to eat it because it was made by a boy who starves daily and has no idea what fine cuisine tastes like? Will you break his heart like that, and prove that you're predictable?

He swallows, his throat dry as he watches you sip the rosemint water he made. You take some toasted bread onto your plate, your bowl filled with tomato soup. You dip the toast into the soup and take a bite.

Neither Coriolanus nor Tigris had started their meal waiting for your reaction. Coriolanus was getting worried sick about how horrible it was, he shouldn't have let you come and see him so undone, so raw. He ruined everything. You can't possibly-

“This is delicious,” you exclaimed with joy, “I can't believe you cooked this, Coryo!”

Tigris chuckled, glad that you liked it, “He has magic hands.”

“I think it's your hands that are magic, Tigris,” he said. He turns to you, “She's a designer.”

You make small talk with Tigris, asking about her works and Coriolanus feels himself to calm down. He begins to nibble at his bread, taking small sips of the soup to save it for later. He couldn't believe his reality, it felt like a fever.

He was afraid a wrong move would wake him up. He couldn't have that when he finally felt at home in the ruins of his penthouse. He would always remember the moment of you giggling and Tigris talking about her ideas. The two of you are seemingly turning into friends. He loved to see the two most important women in his life bonding.

Of course, the moment has to be shattered. Life doesn't let him keep his smile up for long. Oh, how cruel the fates were to remind him of his true reality.

“Hopefully, Coryo, I will return the favor by cooking you a meal one day.”

“We don't want your disgusting, filthy district food,” his Grandma’am sneered.

“Well, then I am sure you'll like it enough if it's made by my Capitol-blooded Michelin star chef.”

In a moment, you have revealed your status, that you were above Coriolanus and his family who couldn't even dream of having a chef in their home anymore. You showed that no matter what, you were higher than him, that you weren't equal. That you were simply indulging him in his foolish quest of making a good breakfast. That it could never be truly compared.

And you also knew you fucked up by saying that. Coriolanus knee you weren't in the wrong, but he couldn't help the hurt he felt by the remainder of it all.

He has to win the Plinth Prize at any cost.

You profusely apologize and even though Tigris said it's alright, you get up from the table without finishing the meal. You go back to his room. He doesn't finish his meal either, his stomach filled with disappointment. He follows you into the room. You turn to him as he closes the door.

“I am sorry!” You said, “It was uncalled for. She's old and it's-”

“It’s fine,” he cuts in, giving you a fake polite smile reserved for his classmates, “I think she would like it more if it's done by a Michelin star chef.”

“Coriolanus,” you said, walking up to him, your hands cradling his face as you cage him to the door. Oh, how delightful the cage is for him.

“I am sorry!” you plead, and for a moment he thought you were simply performing. This was all a huge joke, and he's just a punchline.

“Real or not?” He whispered, his lips close to yours.

“Real,” you answered, “I didn't mean it like that. I didn't mean to brag- after finally you-” You stopped your words and leaned in instead but Coriolanus flinched back. Not until he's equal to you. He won't have you as Coryo, the poor starving boy from the Capitol. He will have you as Coriolanus Snow, the winner of it all, the heir of the Snow lineage.

You hide the hurt on your face and lean back.

The silence in the room was thick and awkward. There are hours before the games start. Coriolanus needed to practice self-control because he wanted to pull you right back in his arms, push you against the door, and capture your lips. He wants to taste the mint and the rose on your tongue, he wants to ruin your ability to think and wants to steal your breath.

But he doesn't do any of it.

His eyes flicker to the box underneath his table. It was labeled as rat poison. Your eyes follow his gaze and it snapped back to meet his eyes again. It was amazing how a conversation was held without even saying a word.

Lucy Gray is weak. She won't last a minute in the arena.

They'll know.

They won't, not if she wins.

“Coryo,” you begin to say.

“I have to do this,” he firmly said, “You know why.” So that we can be equals, he thinks, so that I don't have to flinch back from your lips because I don't feel worthy of you.

“How will you even hide it?” You asked, your eyebrows furrowed.

Coriolanus Snow takes out a powder compact from his drawer. It was silver in color and was decorated with an engraved rose. It was his mother's. In difficult times, when he had trouble falling asleep, he would click it open and inhale the rose scent of the silken cake of powder within.

He clicks it open now, the cake of rose-scented flowers spreads the fragrance across his bedroom. You come in closer and gently pry the compact from his hands to yours. He lets you because he trusts you.

“Your mother's?” You questioned.

“Yes,” he replied, unable to keep his emotions in check. “She's always with me with this and she will help me win the games.”

You don't say anything but put down the compact gently on the desk before wrapping your arms around him. “Your mom would be proud of you, Coryo,” you said. Coriolanus wanted to question how would you know, you never even met her. However, your words brought him comfort and it gave him the courage to pull out the cake powder and contain it before filling the compact with rat poison.

“Let me drop you off at the Zoo,” you said, your fingertip tracing over the rose. Your other hand holds his cheek, your thumb caressing him gently. He closed his eyes, feeling all of his tension leave. He couldn't describe how calm he felt from your touch. How right it was for you to touch him.

“Okay,” he lets out, “Let me change first.”

He changed into his pristine academy uniform. He makes sure all of his curls are in place. He has to hold your hands and glare at you playfully when you try to mess it up.

“Don't,” he warns with a small smile. And you pout and for a moment he gives in. He gives into himself and- before his lips can touch yours, you pull back. So, he held your hand up and kissed your knuckle instead.

“Thank you,” he said, his voice sincere, “for everything.”

For saving him. For supporting him. For being his.

Both of you got in the car, the plan was to drive Coriolanus to the zoo. He will deliver it to Lucy Gray and go directly to the Academy by foot while you go back to your house for a change of clothes and then go to the Academy.

The car ride is quiet, neither of you wanting to say too much but unwilling to reveal anything. You park the car in front of the Zoo gates. He opens his mouth to say goodbye but you interrupt first by saying,

“May the odds be in your favor, Coryo. See you at the Games, pretty boy.”

NEXT PART

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dear-ao3 · 11 months

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how to make pancakes more filling and taste better

so pancakes are actually way way easier than everyone thinks they are and they are very very easy to change up as long as you know how to

the things that you don't fuck with are the amount of flour, oil, egg, milk and baking powder/soda. as long as you stick to that on any recipe you can change pretty much anything else or substitute.

generally recipes are 1 egg to 1 cup of flour. a 1 cup flour 1 egg recipe usually serves 2 and you can double the recipe for 4, etc.

you can also substitute up to half of the four in a recipe for whole wheat flour without changing the leavening measurements. you can do the same for adding in protein powder, just adjust the sugar accordingly if its sweetened protein powder.

so, this is my favorite basic buttermilk pancake recipe, it makes about 10 pancakes:

1 1/4 cups flour 1/2 cup old fashioned oats 1-1 1/2 tbsp some kind of sweetener (brown/white sugar or maple syrup/agave syrup all work well but there's other options) 1/2 tsp baking soda 1 egg 1 1/4 cup buttermilk 1 tbsp oil of choice (butter or coconut oil generally) 1/2 tsp salt

this is the bones of the recipe. the sweetener is adjustable based on how sweet you like your pancakes but the rest of it should all stay the same. double this if you want to make pancakes to serve 4 people (about 20 pancakes)

to this, i add:

as much vanilla extract as my heart desires (within reason, i see you tumblr) some cinnamon/pumpkin pie spice/whatever you want lemon zest from 1 lemon (or orange zest) blueberries fresh or frozen (but you can use any mix in like bananas or nuts or whatever)

one very important note: you don't need buttermilk to make this recipe. you can substitute buttermilk by combining 1 teaspoon of lemon juice or white vinegar for every 1 cup of milk (its supposed to be regular milk but you can use plant or nut milk too) and letting it stand for 10 minutes.

the instructions:

zest your citrus and add it to your sugar. mush it together until you get a paste or sorts. add to that your oats, vanilla and buttermilk and stir them together. let the oats soak in the mixture for 10 minutes.

combine your flour, baking soda, salt and cinnamon or spices.

after your oats are done soaking add in the oil and the egg (make sure the egg is beaten well)

add the wet into the dry and combine. make sure that all the flour is mixed in. there will be lumps. we want the lumps. then add your mix ins.

grease a pan. this can be a regular frying pan an electric griddle or a stovetop griddle. let the oil sit on the pan on medium heat for a few minutes or until you throw a few water drops on the pan and they crackle and jump.

use a 1/3 measuring cup and scoop your batter onto the pan, space them out a little but not ridiculously. flip them with a plastic spatula (ideal) 2-3 times or until they're fully cooked. (you tell if they're cooked if there's no wet batter on the sides)

voila. pancakes.

use this recipe or use the bare bones version to make your own thing.

happy pancake making.

#not a tag #from saph #pancakes #recipes

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koolades-world · 1 year

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More Obey me! Headcannons

had so much fun last time I wanted to do it again

Satan is so smart, but has issues doing basic math and refuses to admit it, like he can’t figure out fifteen plus seven without his fingers or a calculator (is this me projecting? maybe)

Belphie bought himself and Mc matching house slippers. Mc thought Beel felt left out and made Belphie buy a pair for him too

Beel has a huge green thumb, and takes upon himself to save plants he thinks are sad or lonely. He buys the dying plants from the store to bring back to life (partially inspired by the chat where someone, forgot who, told beel that if he talked to plants they would grow faster my precious baby)

Lucifer is the best cook at the HoL, but rarely has time to cook. Beel is the second best but usually eats the ingredients before he can make anything with them. Mammon is probably the worst because Levi can make food from animes almost perfectly

Asmo once almost set a store he was collaborating with on fire with his rage alone because they spelt his name wrong

Beel probably needs a new toothbrush every couple weeks. Belphie probably gets toothbrushes mixed up and uses ones that aren’t his

Lucifer and Solomon like prune juice haha old men

The one thing Luke and Simeon have seriously disagreed on is if raisins belong in dessert. Michael likes them, so Luke does too. Simeon thinks they’re awful but never directly says it, so Lucifer usually says it for him

Despite always being online, Levi had not once checked his RAD email. He has 9,999+ emails, probably a lot more because 9,999 is where it stops counting

Mammon collects cool rocks and keeps them in a box under his bed

Satan’s hands are always freezing, so he sticks them under Mc (or a cat) when possible, or uses a charmed hot water bottle from Solomon that stays warm for days at a time

Solomon and Asmo have had matching bracelet sets for as long as they’ve known each other, and since they didn’t make them anymore, they got some custom done for Mc so they could also have them

For about 1,000 years, Thirteen though jelly beans were an actual kind of bean and Solomon never let her let it go

The first food Mc and Mammon ate on a date in the human world together was Taiyaki, so he made it a point to learn how to make them to surprise Mc (even though he’s a terrible cook) (I might make this a fic since I like this idea so much)

Diavolo has always wanted a Devildom version of a hamster but Barbatos refused to have any kind of rodent in the castle, rat or not

Luke probably downloads those stupid app games with the ads unironically

Satan’s favorite Disney Princess is Ariel because she ran off to do what she wanted without caring what her father thought, it’s giving daddy issues. He’s probably considered running off and marrying Mephisto to make Lucifer angry

Raphael unironically enjoys off brand chips and soda

Lucifer is a nail biter, and Asmo is helping him curve the habit by putting a nasty tasting top coat when he does his nails, and it’s also why he wears gloves all the time.

Belphie and Satan once went up to the humans world together to mess with people in Salem, Massachusetts with magic, which spawned several conspiracy theory books. They read them together and laugh as a past time

Diavolo once went to the human world in his demon form for,, reasons, and accidentally got written into ancient mythology because he got spotted by humans

Barbatos had a home garden for cooking and sometimes lets Asmo have leaves from some of the plants to make homemade skin care products

Mammon probably has lots of earwax. Don’t share your earbuds with him unless you make him clean them afterwards

Belphie has a really large water bottle that’s always on his side table. He wakes up randomly though the night, chugs an ungodly amount of water and then passed out again. In the mornings he has to piss really bad but is too lazy to get up and actually do it, so he just sits and complains. Even Beel isn’t sure how he’s able to drink that much water in a short amount of time

Satan likes waking up early to enjoy the morning air and read outside for a while since mornings can get hectic with his brothers

Thirteen’s favorite torture device is the Iron Maiden. She had her own that she bedazzled. Even Asmo is jealous and wants her to make him one too

Mammon introduced Diavolo to Gatorade, and instead of sneaking behind Lucifer and Barbatos’s backs to drink Demonus, they have secret Gatorade meetings

Diavolo and Lucifer definitely both had a hidden Dialuci stash of things and probably clash trying to collect limited edition things online

None of the Obey me cast took birthdays or passing of years seriously until Mc entered the picture and suddenly time was precious, and they actually kept track. Because of this, nobody is really sure how old the twins are

Mephisto thinks roosters want world domination

Asmo thinks cilantro tastes like soap and Levi thinks anything cola flavored tastes like cough medicine

Mammon's favorite party trick is one Mc taught him, which is rolling his tongue Everyone he meets, including his brothers, thinks it's so cool when really it's just a genetic thing

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livelaughloveneteyamm · 10 months

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Imagine Stepdad!Jake fucking reader after she flirted with other boys again but this time she threatens her to actually get her pregnant so everyone knows she is his

PRAISE THE LORDDDDDD.

hell yes.

it was a great day. the clan was celebrating, everyone was dancing, drinking and over all having fun. you were drunk and honestly had no clue what you were doing. you were dancing with a boy your age. your hips pushes flush against his pelvis and your back against his chest his hands help your hips as you swayed from side to side feeling each other up. in that moment there wasn’t a care in the world. nothing could stop you. or so you thought. as you and the boy danced and laughed he suddenly stops confused by him stopping you turn around to look at him “what is wrong?” you ask and he doesn’t answer you turn back around and look forward. jake. he was just standing there arms crossed. angry look on his face as he made direct eye contact with the boy. you knew you were in trouble. you sigh and walk forward to jake “what’s your problem?” you whisper but he doesn’t answer he just grabs your wrist and starts to drag you back home. “let me go jake! let me go!” you trip over your words still drunk. jake let’s you go inside and still hasn’t said a word to you. he turns around getting you some water. as you watch his back you cross your arms and pout. jake turns around handing you the water “drink up princess” he hands you the water and sits back down on the cot. he wasn’t mad? you thought how wasn’t he mad? you sit next to him and put a hand on his thigh “daddy i’m sorry.. i didn’t mean to-” he cuts you off completely changing the subject “drink the water you’re gonna need it.” he doesn’t even look at you. you furrow your eyebrows and try again “daddy just listen to me-” but he still doesn’t let you finish “drink. your water. you’re gonna need it.” he says again sternly.

you look away from him and sigh finishing your water. you set it on the small wooden table next to the cot. jake gets up and stands in front of you kicking your legs open with his knee so he can stand in between them. he cups your chin making you look all the way up at him. your big sweet eyes boring into his. “you know better.” is all he says “you know fucking better.” he says again. his eyes angry “lay down” he says pushing you back. you don’t even hesitate to fix yourself on the cot because you were gonna do exactly what he wanted to get his anger out. fuck.

as he lays in front of you he grips your hips and pulls you forward.

your body is still on the cot but your ass is on his thighs. he makes eye contact with you as he’s taking off your loincloth “you thought it’d be cute huh?” he says as he aggressively throws your loincloth somewhere in the room. “daddy no i’m sor-” you try and protest but soon realize he’s not even listening. he’s staring at your pretty little pussy. he spreads your legs further. on hand on your left ankle and the other on your pussy. his thumb rolls your clit in small circles and then moves it down to your slit, he gently moves his thumb from your clit all the way to your hole over and over again. teasing you. your head falls back as your hole clenches around nothing “daddy please..” you whine but obviously he doesn’t listen but he does stop. that causes you to look at him as he’s licking your juices off his thumb and puts his hands on your hips. he reaches behind him with one hand and untied his loincloth and throws it. his cock was hard and it looked like it hurt. he puts his hand out in front of your mouth “spit.” he says staring at you. you gather up the spit in your mouth and let it fall down into his hand. he takes the spit and strokes his cock with it. mixing the pre-cum and your spit together.

he grips your hip with one hand and guides his cock into your sopping folds with the other. as he buries his cock into you he lets a groan “fuckkkk, who’s pussy is this?” he says moving at a slow pace “it’s yours daddy” you moan as you throw you head back but as you rest it back jake grips the back of your hair and forces it up so you look at him, his hand falls down to your neck and he grips that but he doesn’t stop there. he takes his other hand and puts it over that hand. both of his hands on your neck now. he starts ramming into you at a fast pace “daddy!” you scream as your eyes slam shut and your mouth falls open.

tears prick in your eyes as you clench down hard on his cock. he hits your sweet spot over and over again making you sob. “aw my sweet little girl can’t take it?” he coos at you. you shake your head “daddy i can’t!” your legs trembled as he fucking into your cunt. “what if i get you pregnant baby? hmm how you feel? everyone would know that you’re a little slut for your stepdad huh?” he says groaning in your ear. you sob as you cum on his cock “daddy i’m sorry! no don’t please! i’ll be a good girl!” you beg and cry as he pulls out and finishes himself shooting his load on your stomach. you sigh out in relief. “c’mere baby” he says softly pulling you in. you lay your head against his chest “i’m sorry” you say, your voice raspy. “it’s okay baby just don’t do it again yeah?” you nod “never again daddy” you say looking at him with puppy dog eyes

“that’s my good girl” he chuckles.

IM SUCH A SUCKER FOR STEP!DAD JAKE MY GODDDD. hope y’all enjoy 😰

#star talks🦕#jake sully #neteyam sully #avatar way of water #neteyam smut #neteyam x reader #smut #neteyam x you #loak x tsireya #avatar fluff #stepdad!jake #avatar fic #avatar x reader #jake sully avatar #james cameron avatar #avatar the way of water

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thefallennightmare · 6 months

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Comfort-Noah Sebastian

*gif created by me. feel free to use(sorry for the poor quality)*

Pairings: Noah Sebastian x Reader

Warnings: language, mentions of period, and all-around good fluff.

Summary: Reader suffers from really bad period cramps and Noah takes care of her the only way he knows how.

Authors Note: Again, to the anon who requested this, I'M SO SORRY! I completely forgot so I really hope this makes up for it.

"Angel?"

A soft voice sounded from the other side of the door, followed by a gentle knock. I peered over the piles of blankets that I cocooned myself under and called out that the door was open.

"How're you feeling?" Noah asked with a frown.

I sighed and clutched my lower stomach. "The pain is terrible and the warm compress doesn't seem to do much."

It was like this every month for five days. My period cramps were awful, the pain causing me to be stuck in bed for days. Sometimes it would be so bad that I'd be hunched over the toilet, throwing up. It wasn't anything I enjoyed, so I always made sure that I stayed home away from Noah during those five days once a month. However, since we moved in together last month, this was the second time he'd been able to witness firsthand the pain I went through. And just like last month, he was there for whatever I needed.

"I ran you a warm bubble bath if you think you can make it to the bathroom," he nodded towards the bathroom across the hall.

I sat up slowly. "You didn't have to do that."

Noah shrugged before pulling off the mounds of blankets and taking the now cold compress that I was using to soothe my cramps.

"Soak as long as you need and I'll make you something to eat. What do you want?"

Ignoring the shooting pain that spread across my abdomen, I left a kiss on his lips in a way of saying thanks for running me a bath.

"Honestly, surprise me. Anything sweet."

With a gentle pat to my ass, Noah led me to the bathroom where he parted ways with me to trot back downstairs while I spent the next twenty minutes in the tub letting the warm water and bubbles ease some of the pain away.

Once dressed in a pair of Noah's sweats and oversized shirts, I slowly made my way downstairs to the kitchen where I saw Noah leaning over the sink, mixing something in a bowl. He had yet to get dressed for the day, baring all of his tattoos on his stomach, chest, and arms for all, or just me, to see. His long hair was a disheveled mess, but he still looked absolutely breathtaking. If I wasn't on my period, I'd probably make him take me on the counter.

He peered over his shoulder as he heard me walk in, a bright smile on his face. "Did the bath help?"

I nodded while sitting at our kitchen table. "It did, actually. Thank you again."

"Anytime, angel. French toast is almost finished. There's a glass of orange juice and some meds to help with the pain," Noah nodded to the glass and two pills that lay on the table in front of me.

My heart warmed with yet another small but kindest action from him today. After drowning the meds down with half of the orange juice, Noah brought me a plate of steaming hot French toast which I could only eat about half before the cramps made me hiss out in pain.

"Still bad?" he wondered, pushing his empty plate away.

"Yeah, I feel terrible. We had plans to go to the fair with Jesse, but I don't think I can handle walking for hours," I sighed.

Suddenly, Noah's arms pulled me from the chair, and carried me bridal style through the kitchen into the living room where the couch was set up with an array of blankets and pillows, the title screen to my favorite movie on the television.

"What's this?" I asked with a hint of a smile.

As he placed me on the couch and covered me with blankets, he sunk deep next to me, and I wrapped an arm and leg around him. The comfort of the large couch was exactly what I needed in order to deal with this pain.

"This," he pointed to the television. "Is our plans for the rest of the day. If you feel up for it, we can go to the fair tomorrow."

I stared up at him with so much adoration in my eyes that my heart swelled up in two sizes. Everything he had done since the moment I woke up this morning made every single cell in my body vibrate with love; something I'd never thought I'd get from a partner. I was sure if I told someone I was with that I was on my period, the flow heavy and cramps so bad that I could barely move sometimes breath, they would ditch me for the week and come back when I wasn't a mess.

But not Noah. He even changed the sheets this morning when I woke up to the blood staining my pants and the bed. Not once did he turn away in disgust or avoid me? He was what I thought every partner should be for their significant other.

Turning his chin towards me, I placed a firm but quick kiss on his lips, one he had no issue returning.

"I love you," I smiled into the kiss.

Noah brushed his nose over mine. "Anything for you, angel."

#noah sebastian fanfiction #noah sebastian smut #noah sebastian bad omens #noah sebastian x reader #noah sebastian and reader #noah sebastian fluff #noah sebastian drabble

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sugurusdiscordmoderator · 5 months

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just an idea that came to my head in my sleep last night🤭

18+ MDNI

Ino Takuma (18) x f!reader (23) x Nanami Kento (27) One Shot

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cw: masturbation, threesome, oral (both) public-ish teasing, age gaps, DP, butt stuff, creampies, just my smuttiest dream basically

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After you graduated from Jujutsu High, when you were a new baby sorcerer without schooling, each graduate received a mentor. Your assigned mentor was none other than the Kento Nanami. You learned all of his techniques, tips, and personality. In fact, you two got a little closer than mentor and mentee relationships should be, especially after some of the stressful, long, missions. It was your secret, calling him Kento behind closed doors and stealing glances around the hallways of jujutsu high.

Now, you find yourself with your own mentee, Ino Takuma, who idolizes you and Nanami. You are very candid with Ino and teach him everything you know from a professional and personal matter in the sorcerer world. You begin a friendship with him, the same way Nanami took up a friendship with you. After all, you’re all professionals with stressful jobs and could die any day now.

Ino has been begging you to to let him hang out with you and Nanami. Even though you and Nanami have only hooked up a few times, you still hang out a good bit outside of work.

‘Hey Kento bb, my mentee Ino would love to meet you. Can I bring him to happy hour with you this week?’ You send via text to Nanami.

‘Mentee? Have you been seducing him the same as you did to me?’ He responds.

‘No. Still professional but we’ll see 🤪 lol jk’

‘Good. I’m not good at sharing but I guess I’m in for drinks.’

‘Sounds great, Thursday at 4?’

‘Yeah. Looking forward to it. xx’

You roll your eyes at the kisses Kento sends at the end of the message and text Ino the location and time to meet up on Thursday. You invite him to swing by your office and you can walk there together.

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Thursday comes around and that morning you find yourself shaving your entire body in the shower. You’ve been a little lonely since the last time you and Kento had alone time and your mind wanders as you let the hot water run over you. You reach your fingers down to your folds and think about the last time he touched you, in your office at the school. You sitting in your desk with your dress hiked up as you gripped his tie. He was such a gentleman, he got you to cum around his fingers and then sucked your juices off of them, expecting nothing in return. That means you owe him an orgasm. You wonder if you can convince him to come home with you after Happy Hour. Your wetness covers your fingers and mixes with the shower water as you stable your other hand on the shower wall, legs shaking. You rub small circles on your clit as your ring and middle fingers gently push in and out of your squelching hole. But then you remember the shower head you recently installed and how it is detachable. You reach up to grab it and and focus your left hands on penetrating yourself while you move the shower head to focus on your clit. After a few minutes of thinking about Kento, his muscular arms and his tight blue shirt, and his thick veiny cock that twitched every time you walk in the room. Your mind wanders to Ino, how confident he is and find yourself imagine what if would look like if you were on your knees in front of him. Before you know it you’re moaning and cumming around your fingers, not sure which man pushed you over the edge. You finish your shower flushed red and panting. Trying your best to get ready and get through the workday without thinking about the throb under your skirt.

Before you know it, it is 3:30 and Ino knocks on your office door. You wave him in finishing up the last of the paper work for your upcoming mission. “Hi y/n!” Ino greets, always so cheerful.

“Hi Ino, you ready to walk over?”

The two of you make small talk on the way to the local ramen bar that has an amazing happy hour. You order a glass of wine while the two men opt for sake.

Ino talks about his schooling and recent missions and how he is excited to now be a full time sorcerer. You can tell Nanami is skeptical about his optimism. He has seen the ugliest parts of the sorcery world, and the corporate world too. You’ve seen behind his hard exterior at the end of the day and that’s one thing you’re afraid to show Ino.

“You know kid, it’s a lot harder than it seems out there now that they fully trust you. Friends die every day. Y/n has seen some tough stuff but watching your friends die has been the worst part. Something that Gojo, Shoko, and I have been unlucky enough to experience.”

Ino remains quiet glancing over to you. “Nanami, let’s keep it a little positive. He is relatively new to being my mentee and I don’t need you tainting his attitude,” you awkwardly chuckle.

“Speaking of tainting,” nanami gives you a side eye and smirk next to you, “what all has she taught you yet? I need to make sure my pupil is taking her responsibilities seriously.” You feel Kento’s hand creep to the seam of your skirt playing with it as your cheeks begin to flush.

“Well I’ve learned a lot about her cursed technique, and she’s introduced me to her classmates from back in the day. We’re going on our first mission together next week and I’m not sure what else we have planned!”

“Hmm do you have other plans outside of the classroom y/n?” Nanami squeezes your thigh. Is he…jealous? Of your mentee’s relationship with you although nothing has happened?

“Y/n-San, are you feeling alright? Your face is kind of red?” You feel Nanami’s nails dig into the squishy part of your thigh as he waits for you to respond.

“Oh, um, yeah! I’m good. The wine is just getting to me I think. Should we order some appetizers too?” Nanami slides his hand closer to your core almost as if he is rewarding you for your answer.

Your mind flashes back to your shower this morning and your dirty thoughts of the two men. Better yet thinking of being on your knees for your mentee while your mentor has his way with you.

“So Ino, did you have any interest in girls during your schooling?” Kento asks with his neck muscles straining as he stares at this glass of sake.

“Well there is one but I don’t think it was mutual.” Ino avoids eye contact. Oh no. Is he implying that he has a crush on you? His mentor?? Just then you feel Nanamis thick fingers brush on the outside of your panties. You gasp and look Ino directly in the eyes like a deer in headlights.

You blurt out “would you guys like to continue this meeting at my house? It isn’t too far from here and I’d like to get to know you better Ino.” Kento rubs small circles outside your panties that has you clenching around nothing. He knows given the opportunity you’d take both men at once considering you asked him for a threesome with Gojo before.

Nanami throws 5,000 yen on the table to cover the cost of the drinks and tip and ushers you out of the booth with a hand on the small of your back and gives your ass the tiniest squeeze thinking Ino wouldn’t be watching. You make your way out the door and start the 2 blocks towards your house.

But, Ino definitely saw that squeeze. And he catches his eyes lingering on your ass for too long as Nanami holds the door for him.

You enter your house and grab a bottle of wine pouring for the 3 of you and excuse yourself to the bathroom. Nanami follows you though, leaving Ino in the living room even more stunned by these actions. His mind is reeling, especially since he can’t stop thinking about your body and how your big eyes look up to him while you’re sitting at your desk and he’s standing in front of it.

“Kento-!” You begin to squeal before a large hand is over your mouth. He closes the bathroom door behind him. And comes up behind you in the mirror, one hand over your mouth the other roughly going up your skirt and moving your panties to the side.

“Such a dirty girl. Probably thinking about the two of us all over you this entire time. Wasn’t even his idea probably. You just can’t help but fuck any sorcerer you can get your hands on.” He growls quietly in your ear as he stares into your eyes through the reflection in the mirror. He sticks his middle finger in your cunt without warning. He pulls it out and shows you the glistening, “Would you look at that my princess?” You whimper at your favorite pet name for you of his and watch as he raises it to his lips and sucks it off. You whine behind his hand for more, needing release from him. “You’re going to go out there and tell Ino how much of a dirty girl slut you are. That you’re not qualified to be a mentor considering the dirty secret you’ve been keeping about your relationship with your mentor.” You shake your head and close your eyes “please no” comes out muffled as Kento still holds you in his grasp. He moves your panties back over your mound and grabs a hold of the back of your skirt, lifting it, and places a loud hard slap on your right ass cheek. It stings but you roll your eyes back for more.

“Later. I’ll fuck you after Ino leaves unless he thinks he deserves a chance with you too.” Kento whispers as he opens the bathroom door.

Ino is looking around the living room at your accolades and accomplishments as well as pictures with friends from your high school days. He definitely heard a spank come from the bathroom but is trying not to wrap his head around what he thinks is a secret relationship between you two.

As you and Kento emerge from the bathroom your face is as red as ever and there is a significant bulge from Kento’s pants that he pretends he doesn’t notice.

“Are you two dating?” Ino blurts out. Embarrassed how jealous he feels because of his crush on his mentor who is 5 years his senior.

Nanami chuckles. He laughs. You look over at him waiting for him to answer being the oldest and most wise of you two. Your mouth agape not knowing what to say and still shaken up after your interaction in your bathroom.

“Sorry I shouldn’t have asked like that Nanami-san, I don’t want to disrespect your love life.” Ino only looks to nanami for his approval now as your barely forming a coherent thought.

“Well,” Kento sighs, “it seems you’ve been the first to catch us. Go on and tell him y/n”

Staring at the ground you explain, “Nanami and I started getting closer shortly after he became my mentor. It started on a long overseas mission, and we’ve kind of been friends with benefits for 3 years. Not dating. But we just hook up with each other. Some times with a third person, but usually just us. We have to keep it a secret from Yaga and all the other higher ups. The only ones that know are Shoko and Gojo.”

“A third? As in a threesome?” Ino only asks about the threesome out of everything you just spilled.

“Yeah, Shoko joined us once.” Kento smiles thinking back as he palms at the tent in his pants.

You’re still overly embarrassed staring at the ground thinking you just ruined your chance at a professional relationship with your mentee.

“And what about me?” Ino walks over to you, tilting your chin up so you make eye contact with him.

“I-I don’t want to mess up being your mentor. I want to teach you well.”

“Well it seems Nanami-San taught you very well,” Ino says winking down at you rubbing his thumb over your bottom lip.

“Kento, are you okay with this?” He walks over to stand behind you rubbing your shoulders. “Yeah hunny, whatever you want. As long as he agrees to keep our secret.”

“Yes sir. Of course.”

“Good. Now y/n tell us what you’ve been thinking about since you’ve obviously been flushed all day.”

You finish your glass of wine and look back at Nanami. “Well I wanted to know what it was like to be on my knees for my mentee. And teach him what good head really feels like. While my mentor is behind me teaching me a goooood lesson.” You stand up tugging at Ino’s black hat to pull it off, and Kento’s hand lands another spank on your ass.

“Good girl. Now get on your knees and show him good before I do my part.”

You grab Ino’s hand and move towards your bedroom as Kento follows already knowing where you’re heading. As you get in the bedroom the sun comes through the window giving an amazing glow across your face. “Can I kiss you first?” Ino asks and leans down. You nod and lean in to press your lips against his. He kisses you slow and passionate at first, something you’re not used to with Kento. You slip your tongue in his mouth and begin to unbutton his pants eagerly. He hungrily kisses you back while unbuttoning your blouse accidentally ripping off a button in the process. He dotes you with wet sloppy kisses from your cheek to your jaw down your neck to your collar bone. He runs his teeth over your bra strap, “may I?”

“Please” you whimper making eye contact with Nanami sitting on the bed as Ino takes off your bra and gently kisses your titty and licks your nipple.

“Ino, let me teach you how to treat her.” Kento demands in a sexy voice, curling his pointer finger for you to come to him. You walk up to his demanding presence as he begins toying with your right nipple, pinching hard, making your eyes roll back. "When you have a good little slut like y/n, she needs to be treated a little rougher to be satisfied. He glances over at Ino taking your left nipple in his mouth grazing his teeth over the mound before biting and pulling your nipple, looking up to see your reaction. You let our a whimper as he motions for Ino to come try it out on your right nipple. The sight nearly makes your legs give out seeing two extremely attractive men have their way with your tits. Licking, sucking, and biting at your boobs , each leaving their own hickies. You beg down to them after your nipples feel fully stimulated.

"Please, I need more!" You direct your attention towards Ino, knowing Nanami wouldn't accept your pleading. Ino stands giving you a gentle kiss on the forehead, "get on your knees baby." You do as he says, kneeling in front of where Kento is sitting but facing Ino. Using your right hand, you get to work pulling down Ino's black boxer briefs letting his pretty cock spring out. A solid 5 inches that stands up nice, leaking precum from the tip.

"S'pretty" you whisper as you lick up the back and suck on the tip, swirling your tongue around to taste his precum. Ino blushes at your comment and gathers your hair into a ponytail, ever so gently guiding you down his cock, but definitely not forcing. As you suck the soul out of Ino, making him a whimpering mess, Your left hand works it's way up Nanami's khakis to rub his bulge through his pants. You unbutton and unzip his pants to reach his boxers and grip his cock hard to make up for the teasing he put you through at the restaurant. You should've known better, Kento always has the upper hand.

"Here, you're doing great princess but I think he needs to be taught how you really are," Nanami takes control of your ponytail from Ino grasping it much harder. Your eyes go wide with Ino's cock still stuffed in your mouth realizing what is about to happen. Using his grip and advantage of sitting above you, he begins using your mouth to fuck Ino's cock roughly. Your eyes start to water but you keep rubbing Nanami and looking up at Ino innocently. He has to close his eyes so he doesn't cum right that second.

"That's a good girl." Nanami gruffs and smiles watching you cry over your mentee's cock.

"Nanami-san, is it okay if I cum down her throat?"

You look over to Kento, "mhm go ahead," he says still staring at you as he puts his hand over top of yours to rub him harder.

Ino fights for your attention, "look at me baby I wanna see your eyes when I give you my seed." You direct your eyes back up to him trying to blink the tears away. he brings his hand to your face to wipe your tears with his thumb, "fucking shit princess" Ino grumbles as he grabs the side of your face proceeding to cum in the back of your throat. You swallow and stick your tongue out for both men to see.

"C'mere hunny, I want to try something." You get off your knees letting Nanami take control. "Ino, are you good at eating pussy? I only want the best for our little slut."

Ino nods, "I think so..." blushing as he looks over at your flushed face noticing you wiping the mix of cum and spit off your chin.

Kento grabs your chin, "princess sit on his face." You and Ino look at each other wide eyed, "o-okay" you respond. Ino lays on the bed and Kento takes your panties off. "There you go baby, good girl, he's gonna make you feel so good." you crawl on to the bed proceeding to spread your legs on either side of his head and making eye contact as you feel like hot breath on your pussy. He takes his own initiative now, licking circles around your clit before sucking on it. Your moans start spilling out as his tongue works his way up and down your slit and going into your tight hole. You are in such bliss you hardly noticed Nanami taking his pants off and freeing his cock.

God nothing is quite as heavenly as Nanami's cock. So veiny, 7 inches, so thick and heavy that it doesn't even stick straight up hard. You start drooling as a combination of seeing how heavenly his dick is and feeling Ino tongue fuck you. "Open up baby, my turn to use your mouth." You have to practically unhinge your jaw every time you suck Kento off. "Yes daddy," you say quietly. You stick your tongue out for him to slap the tip on. He smirks and makes a grunt in satisfaction as you start tracing your tongue up and down his long shaft. You start sucking the tip and slowly moving further down. Even his private parts smell amazing like his ocean rain body wash. He lets you work at first, starting easy after how hard he fucked your face against Ino. Just as you start to deepthroat Kento, you feel Ino bring his hand up to rub your clit with his thumb.

"Fuck Ino you're going to make me cum" you pull Kento's cock out of your mouth to say.

"Oh baby you don't have to talk to cum," Kento shoves his dick back down your mouth smirking as you pout up at him for not being able to praise Ino. As you are giving him a dirty look your eyes start to roll backwards and you feel your legs start to shake. Your moan vibrates against Nanami's length and Ino starts to move even faster noticing how close you are. Just as you are getting close your mouth gets stuffed even more, Kento pushing you as far down as you can go (he can tell, he's made you cum so many times that you are like an easy to read book). Your eyes close shut as your nails dig into Nanami's arms. "Let go baby, cmon and cum for us slutty girl," he practically growls. Your tight wall clench and unclench over and over again for Ino's tongue and he moans below you tasting all your juices.

Kento releases your head and lets you get proper air as you ride out your orgasm. "Inooooo" you whimper as Nanami strokes your hair. You roll over on your back to lay beside Ino as you catch your breath.

"Yeah, I'd say he's good to answer your question earlier," you giggle looking up at Kento. He smiles down at you sitting on the bed again and looks through your nightstand where he knows all your toys are. He pulls out your lube and you close your eyes out of embarrassment.

"So my mentor gives amazing head, has a daddy kink, and uses sex toys? Jesus, you just keep getting better." Ino smiles at you fixing your hair, his cock fully hard again.

"Yeah and it gets better," Nanami says, "baby can you spread for us? Can you let Ino and I fit in your tight pussy and ass?"

You nod, and Kento opens the lube and you know to bend over letting the boys see your pretty holes. Nanami smears the liquid over your asshole poking his thumb in as you moan. He says to Ino, "She loves anal, so fucking good at it. Since you're the guest I'll let you have her ass." Ino smiles and runs his soft hands all over your cheeks up your back, making you relax. Kento lays on his back and pulls you to straddle him. You slide up and down his hard cock, rubbing against your clit and clenching before he's even inside. He reaches up to wrap around your throat as you coat him with your wetness. "Put it in baby I can't wait anymore," as he gently squeezes and your eyes roll back again. You slide him in, god he is so big you don't ever get used to it. Every time you fuck Kento it feels like you're losing your virginity. As you adjust to him and work your way up and down he slides his hands down from your neck to your tits groping and moving down the your sides to squeeze and spread your ass. You feel Ino's thick fingers prodding at your ass slipping in his pointer finger and rubbing himself with his other hand.

You ride yourself on Nanami's cock and Ino's finger, as he slips his middle finger too. "Oh, Inooo fuck yes," You moan throwing your head back. "Please call me Takuma baby," he strokes your hair again making you feel so pretty. Before you even have his cock in you, you feel pressure growing in your lower abdomen.

"Don't you dare cum yet princess, not until you're fully stuffed baby," Kento groans up at you. You close your eyes trying to not think about how good you feel. Ino takes out his fingers and lines up his cock with your hole.

"Look at me. I want to watch your face as he puts it in." You look down at Kento placing your hands on his chest slightly digging your nails in. Ino slides in and you can't contain how good you feel anymore. You look Kento directly in the eye as you start to cum on his cock, him thrusting up into your tight hole. Ino is whimpering again at just how good you feel, never imagining he'd be in this situation. Both of your holes clench, and you cream on Kento's cock. He breaks eye contact to look at where he is thrusting up into you. "Such a good slutty girl," he grunts and you can tell he's close by the vein popping out of his neck. Your moans become incomprehensible, eyes watering again in so much pleasure.

You know Nanami gets off seeing you feel good and his thrust begin to get sloppy watching your tits bounce as him and Ino thrust into you. "Baby I'm cumming up deep in you," his eyes close as you are a whimpering mess from overstimulation. You feel his hot cum fill you up, god he always cums so much. He caresses your face coming down from his high as his thrust still.

Takuma takes this opportunity to finish the job and begins thrusting harder into your ass, one hand reaching around to grab your nipple. "Takuma, please cum for me please please," you beg.

"Fuck, whatever you ask princess," he continues his reckless pace while you're all but limp. He feels his balls tighten and spurts into you for the second time tonight. All three of you coming down from your highs together, whimpering, out of breath, and you can't help but smile.

"It was everything I fantasized in case you were wondering," You lay down on Nanami's chest as he kisses your forehead. Ino pulls out and politely goes to grab towels and start a shower for you all. When he comes back Kento grabs his attention, "Hey take a picture of her holes leaking from us so you can remember this."

You blush gently pushing his shoulder. "Kento, maybe we will need your help on our mission next week."

AN - this is the first smut I've ever written I'm so sorry if it sucks

#nanami kento #jjk kento #nanami x reader #nanami smut #pretending he isn't dead #jjk smut #ino takuma #ino x reader #takuma ino x reader #nanami x reader x ino #ino x nanami #kento x reader

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i need cute domestic fluff w finnick and like him and reader like living a cute little life after the rebellion and like them just living together and being happy

this is like the only life i can associate with finnick.

slow days where you both take it easy. sometimes, there's this mental fog that takes place over your minds, especially finnick's, but you've gotten used to living in harmony together, especially in these moments.

these are the mornings when the bed is extra comfortable and inviting. there's nothing urging either of you to get out, so even when you wake up the first time, there's a second and third awakening before you're truly awake. you know finnick can't sleep like that, but he refuses to shower without you, and he doesn't want to take you awake from comfort, so each time you wake up he's sitting with his back against the headboard, a worn book in his hands and a concentrated look on his face.

the showers during these days are long, drawn out, filled with the excessive use of water and products that scent your skin and hair with aromas adored by both parties.

the breakfast is eaten late, bordering on lunch, and it's kept simple, too. sometimes pancakes, waffles, maybe a sandwich. it's usually eaten outside with the sound of waves crashing against the shore as a background. you tell him of your dreams, he silently envies how innocent and pure they are.

"we had a kid, named him mikey."

"mikey?"

an excited nod from you as you sip your juice. "mhm! short for michel."

finnick's lips turn up as he lets your dream take the place of his nightmares. before, the thought of them would make a chill run down his body, but with the image of what mikey would look like in his head, he feels warm, even with the sea breeze blowing across his tanned skin.

afternoons are spent in each other's company. there's a walk sometimes, maybe a bike ride. sometimes you do garden work, planting flowers, taking up ones that've already grown to make a bouquet for the counter. usually, you're both on the beach, finnick fishing while you peacefully lounge on a large navy blue and white striped towel.

then you're back home, the TV softly playing an old sitcom that's bearable by your standards while you paint your nails and finnick cooks dinner, the new bouquet a perfect center peace on the island. the smell of your favorite dish is comforting, and you have the urge to go join him in the kitchen. the nail polish bottle is left half open on the coffee table and you're standing behind finnick with your arms wrapped around his torso, letting the heat of his body and the stove dry your probably-already-ruined nail art.

the nights are quiet. another shower shared, two bodies standing close in the large space. you're usually wrapped in one of finnick's shirts. he typically dons a pair of loose pants. you settle into bed, finnick with the same book from earlier, you finishing the episode from earlier, and you're curled into his side. you fall asleep before the episode ends, leaving it for another day, finnick finishes his chapter.

the lamp is flicked off, your breathing is soft, the window is cracked to let in a breeze and the same sound of the ocean. the mix of finnick's two favorite things –– you and the sea –– is what lulls him to sleep.

his arms around your body, your head against his chest, and a general stillness in your shared home.

#i rlly like this #i think its beautiful #i also rlly want him #finnicksworld!#finnick odair x reader #finnick odair x you #finnick odair fluff #finnick odair #celeste writes thg

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reyesstrand · 1 year

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tried and true blue

tarlos/owen & tk - 2.9k - teen+

"She knows," Owen says, his eyes almost too sincere for TK to handle. He clamps his molars together and just stares at his father, because if he lets himself think too hard about all the ways his mom is still here, somehow, he'll probably burst into tears. Owen gives him a sad smile. "She does, TK. She used to talk about when you'd get married all the time." There's a pause, and TK curls his fingers tighter around his mug, letting everything simmer between them. "When I got married," TK quietly repeats. "Not if?"

(a 4x08 coda.)

It feels oddly familiar—kind of like he's been thrown back in time, really—to sit back and share space like this with his father, just the two of them.

TK slides one mug across the counter to Owen, smiling a little to himself when his dad takes an appreciative sip. He focuses on tossing a new tea bag and adding fresh water to his own cup, glancing up when his dad pulls one of the several magazines stacked by the coffee machine closer. Owen flips through a few pages before taking another sip of tea, making a content noise and slowly drifting back toward the couch. He moves comfortably around the loft, but it doesn't stop him from taking it all in like he always does, a proud little smile pulling at the corner of his mouth.

Resting the kettle back on the stovetop, TK wipes his hands with a dishtowel and leans back against the island, watching as his dad takes in the little details of his and Carlos' home he always seems to focus on.

It throws him back to those first couple of weeks after TK moved in, when Owen would come by with glass bottles of fresh-pressed green juice or various essential oils he swore by for aroma therapy. Even though TK couldn't think of anything he wanted less right after coming out of a coma, he knew his dad wasn't the best when it came to finding the right words, and this was him trying, and so TK happily indulged in him. TK had divided the soup Andrea brought over between two bowls and sat back, happily watching his dad wave a spoon around while discussing the slow but steady process of rebuilding the firehouse. His dad would come by again and again, and he'd always get caught up in seeing TK in his new element; in seeing TK so happy.

And now, Owen's eyes fall on the same things as always as he drops back into the spot he'd chosen before. Their books, their framed photos, their eclectic mix of art and family heirlooms. Everything that's come together as their lives continue to intertwine. TK knows Owen would never say it, but it chokes his dad up more than he lets on that TK's okay. That after everything, he's taken his life by the reins; that he's found a home in more ways than one.

continue on ao3!

#tarlos #911 lone star #tarlos fic #lone star fic #my fic

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Embry Call X OC

Prologue chapter to my fic Cozy on both Wattpad and Fanfiction.net

Tropes:

Slow burn

High school crushes

Popular guy + Shy Socially Awkward girl

Winnie’s POV

Someone should have told me that my crush was that obviously in plain sight for anyone to see.

I somehow convinced myself that I was mature about it. I thought I kept my crush mostly to myself. I thought I was careful not to do double takes at him, or try not to sit in the desk next to him whenever we had a class together.

I didn't let myself like Embry Call.

I tried my hardest to avoid him in the halls, I never mentioned him—let alone told anyone—I didn't even look at him. I had my back to Embry all four years of high school.

But everyone within ten feet of me knew the whole time. No one told me how bad I actually had it for Embry Call.

I was mortified when my friends first told me how I should go to a party because Embry was suppose to be there. They said it so casually, so knowingly, as if they were talking about the weather. While I was so speechless that my mouth dried up. I barely managed to ask them how many people knew ten minutes later. They shrugged me off, they were sure I knew everyone in our grade already knew I liked Embry since middle school.

I was so humiliated I just hid in their bathroom till it was time to go. One of my friends did her best to apply makeup on me in the car. She was so excited for Embry to see me with eyeliner, blush and lipstick that was shakily applied in a dark car. I barely remember if it turned out scary or decent because it was the least mortifying part of that night.

With a reservation as small as La push, most parties often end up at the beach. Everyone in the school always shows up to the beach parties. No parents, and plenty of space and the beach keeps people entertained, which all make it the perfect party venue. It was the last day of summer, the first day of school started in just twelve hours. The entire three hundred something student body packed the beach, half of them already in the water and the rest building bonfires or serving out the jungle juice. That was local tradition, each student had to bring a bottle of any kind of liquor to mix in or be shared. La Push jungle juice never tasted like fireball and gummy worms; it tasted like cans of beers and stolen booze from our parents, and it guaranteed the worst hangover of your life. Only the strong could handle it. Tourists can barely endure a cup.

I didn't.

"You're not gonna forget this night." My friend Skylar laughed, but looking back at it now I should have taken it as a warning. She was right. I never did live this night down.

I can still feel the sand in the night air brushing over my exposed shoulders whenever I think about this night. I feel the heat blasting on my skin where hands squeezed. Then immediately the hordes of laughing and ridicule.

I'm not going to play victim, and tell myself that was the worst night of my life. It wasn't. God knows I've had dozens of harder nights. But it's the night that changed everything, and even after all these years La Push won't let me forget it. Till this day I'm still known as the Drunk Girl on the rez.

All my friends thought Embry and I was such a cute idea. They were all supportive, but at age fifteen it was more pushy than helpful. Skylar lent me her bikini, and swapped for my regular one piece that was one size too small for her, which showed off the beginnings of her new boobs. While me, who barely hit puberty barely filled out her baby blue, triangle, stringy two piece. They had to triple knot the measly string before we all got into the car.

Even now I still won't wear a bikini.

Anyone and everyone could see how red my body flushed when I was swimming in that two piece. An embarrassingly orangey-pink blush that I couldn't hide. All I could do that night was tugged the bottoms as high they would go and pray the knot held over and over again.

After being clued in, I felt like everyone noticed when I found Embry in the crowd when we first got there. He was surrounded by his friends on a blanket, all of them still long haired and boyish. Sixteen year old me thought everyone was staring, and they were...just not yet.

My friends figured if everyone knew, then what was to lose if I tried talking to him? Then I realized the worst right when I walked up to him; what if Embry knew I liked him? He was nice when I froze up and walked off. He offered me a wave while his friends snickered in the midst of me running away to the nearest cluster of people for an exit; the makeshift bar.

That was my first mistake.

I downed at least three cupfuls by the time I got in the water. I couldn't walk straight anymore. I figured the next best thing was to float and bobble till I could feel my knees again. I nearly sunk like a rock when I saw Embry drop his shirt at the shoreline. I swear the water got warmer when he swam in.

I'd usually pretend I didn't see Embry, then probably get out of the water for good measure. But young and drunk is a bad combination. Instead I swam up right next to him.

"Hey Winnie." He was nice enough to say hi when he noticed me, because Embry is too polite and sweet for the average teenager. His hair was down, the long brown mane stuck to the back of his neck and shoulders.

"Hi." For one measly word, I managed to slur it. I still turn red at the memory of that goofy grin I gave him.

"You look like you're having a good time. Are you good?" He chuckled at how drunk I was. He made my school girl dreams a reality when he inched closer to put a supporting hand at the back of my neck, just in case he had to pull me up if I went under.

"Super." I barely held my head up over a wave. The tide almost sent me drifting, but Embry's hand caught me before I got swept off. A firm hand holding me at the curve of my shoulder, another keeping me close by the small of my back. He pulled me in so close our knees kept softly colliding underwater, and I could see the water sticking to his lashes.

"I know you're a tough girl and all, but being this far out when you're this tipsy isn't the best idea." Embry looped an arm around me, his hand going from my lower back to the curve of my hip. I was so wasted I didn't remember how I let out a pleased hum till the morning after. "Let's get you to the kiddie pool."

"Embry, I should have asked you ou—"

The ocean pulled back far, then a wave silenced me. Half the beach was pushed back towards the shore. It crashed on top of us, flattening us into the sand. Water burned up my nose while mouthfuls of it were so cold then salty it stung like battery acid as it forced its way down. The tides flipped me against my will, threatening to pull my neck in the opposite direction of my body was dragged towards. Just when I thought I found the ocean floor, a second wave landed on me. The only thing I could do was thrash and hope I figured out where the surface was.

"Winnie!" Embry and I were ripped apart. But he went back for me. He pulled me up by my elbows, helping me up to feet. "You're alright, you're alright..."

The rush of cold wasn't what made me figure it out. No, the piercing wolf whistle was the giveaway. Then the laughing broke out.

The wave knock off the bikini.

The top was drifting towards shore, while the bottoms were dragged off towards the sea.

I was too scared to even cry or shout. All I could manage was a dunk back into the water in a weak attempt to hide. I grabbed what I could, reached around and clutched with a white knuckle grip till skin threatened to rip.

The whole beach was laughing at me, even the sea was cackling. The louder they laughed, the more exposed my skin felt. The entire student body saw every inch of my body. They saw all of it, all tongue, cheeks, and lips. No matter how much more I sunk into the ocean, they couldn't unsee it.

If I had just one or the other half on, I would have made a run for it. But both my hands were only enough for one of the other, not that much skin. I wasn't sure if the salt in my eyes or the humiliation that made the tears well up.

"Look at me." Then there was Embry, blocking me from the crowd as much as he could. I only caught a glance of him before he came in and out of my blurry vision. A sweatshirt billowed around me and resisted the water before being weighed down then sinking. The fabric was cold rather than comforting from all the water.

"Just look at me." Embry assured, pulling the sweatshirt as far down as it'll go before helping me to my feet. I didn't even know he ran to shore and back to get this.

Our hands clutch at each other as I stumbled back up shore. I was so wasted, if I let go I felt like I would land into the sand. I didn't even bother to get my stuff. Instead, I immediately rushed across the beach, hurried past the parked cars and ignored the pointing and cellphones as much as I could. I picked up some speed when the sand gave away to solid dirt and grass.

Even far away from everyone, and I still felt completely naked.

"Winnie," Embry slowed down, pulling us to stop. The humiliation sobered me up, and the realization had hit me so suddenly a headache rushed to the front of my head. I pulled back, only to find out how much I needed the support to stand up straight. My head aware but legs were still drunk, I stumbled over my own feet till I landed into a tree.

"I'm not gonna bother even asking if you're okay, when I know you're not. Can I drive you home? Take you to get some food?" Embry reached for me, offering a hand like he done all night. It was then I noticed he was shaking, still shirtless to the waist down, he was soaking wet.

"The whole school just saw me naked." I rasped, nearing hyperventilation. I could feel the burn of the alcohol again, only this time rising back up instead of down.

"At least you're drunk." He didn't answer. Not with a lame lie about how no one saw me to spare my feelings, which I appreciated the honesty more than the fleeting comfort. But he didn't say yes either.

"Help me change schools. Or dump my body somewhere." I keeled over, not sure if I was going to throw up or just needed a place to hide. I couldn't stand it. Every curve and inch of my body felt polished, pinched and rubbed from all the eyes. I felt violated.

"I'm sorry, Winnie. I'm so sorry." Embry apologized, hugging his arms across his chest, sending water everywhere.

"You didn't have to. It wasn't your fault."

"It wasn't your fault either." Embry pointed out. "Is there anything I can do? Anything?"

"Not unless you can go back in time and drown me instead," My legs finally gave out from under me and I landed into the grass with a thump that made Embry jumped. "I'm just gonna sit here."

I needed a moment from all the running, from all the laughing, from all of the last few hours of my life. The party could still be heard from the beach, the music and crackle of the bonfire floated over the treetops to us.

"You don't have to have to stay." I said to Embry who instead lowered down next to me. Not too fast though, as if it'll make me motion sick.

"Not a chance." Embry's hand landed on my knee, then gave it a squeeze that made me even dizzier. "I'm staying till you feel better."

"I just flashed the entire school, and all in front of the guy I like. I'm not gonna feel better till I graduate."

"Lucky guy then." Embry chuckled, the rumble made my stomach do an excited leap. Then immediately lurched afterwards like I might throw up. "You should have taken him out to dinner first, Winnie."

"I doubt he'll say yes if I ask now." I clutched my legs to my chest, and hoped it would help lessen the nausea.

"No, he'll definitely say yes now. He'll be crazy not to. Who wouldn't want to see you from head to toe again?" My heart jumped so hard it rammed into my rib cage. The earth tilted on its edge, and nearly sent me toppling over into the grass. I had to hold my breath so I wouldn't have gasped.

"Whose the guy you like? Do I know him?" Embry asked, his voice threatening to crack a bit at the end like puberty. Drunken me had the urge to say him of course, apparently the whole school knew, which meant Embry should have known too. Yet, I still couldn't live with it. How was I suppose to even say, 'I know that you know I like you.' Let alone even ask a boy out? I was fifteen and hopeless and awkward like everyone else. Then I was fifteen, hopeless, awkward, and butt naked to everyone on the Rez.

"You know him." I slurred the ending. "You definitely know him."

"So I'm guessing someone in our grade." Embry thinks it's over, his face going serious. "It's Jared Cameron isn't it? Every girl has a crush on him. But Kim had first dips since preschool—"

"It's not Jared Cameron," I shook my head to myself. "It's someone I've liked since the fifth grade. Then tonight my friends clued me in on how everyone already knew I have the biggest crush on them. Which just makes this night that much more humiliating." I buried my face into the tops of my knees, ready for the ground to swallow me whole. It felt like finding out you're actually the biggest idiot in the room and everyone had been laughing at you the whole time, but add nudity to that nightmare. I've never felt so hollowed our before.

"Don't tell me it's Paul Lahote." He groaned, throwing his head back. If half the girls in our grade haven't liked Jared Cameron since kindergarten, then the other half had a crush on Paul Lahote. "I didn't take you for one of those people who like a bad boy type."

"No, Lahote is too much of a hot head." If it hadn't been such a humiliating night I would have laughed. "The guy I like is the nicest person I know. My favorite thing I like about him is how he's the sweetest guy to anyone and everyone."

"Sounds like a winner," Embry nodded solemnly, grinding his foot into the dirt.

"He helped me tonight." I heard the slurred words before I realized I said them. A long silent moment passed before the implications of my words weighed me down. I almost cursed but everything was slowed down and delayed by the alcohol. I didn't turn red till his eyes locked on mine, "No, wait—"

I didn't get to finish, Embry closed the gap between us. He hesitated, stopping against my nose. Every hair on my body stood up on end, my body threatening to shake. He swallowed, leaned in further, with his hands reaching up to grasp me around my hips then he hesitated once more, and dropped them.

Our eyes locked, the longing gaze the only thing between us.

Embry didn't hesitate again. He closed in on me, not stopping this time till our lips met. He cupped my face to bring me in closer, the other getting tangled in my wet hair. Just as we were about to deepen the kiss there was a burst.

"Yeah, get it Call!"

"Call is making out with the school slut!"

We didn't break apart, we jumped apart. A group of drunk boys hooted and cheered as they broke through the tree line, the phones shining lights on me as they recorded everything. I stumbled back, I felt naked all over again. But this time naked and damned like a burning woman at the stake.

"Hey!" Embry squared his shoulders, shielding me as much as his scrawny fifteen year old body could. Him being shirtless made everything seem worse than it actuality was. It was almost as horrible as the beach just twenty minutes before. I didn't wait for the boys to stop recording, or for them to hoist Embry on their shoulders or whatever.

I bolted.

Wasted, humiliated, wobbly and sore from the entire night; I ran.

And I never spoke to Embry Call again.

#embry call #twilight fanfiction #twilight werewolves #twilight #the twilight saga

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notsopersonalcharlie · 9 months

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Attached at the Lips

Part two of Steddie!Dads - Here’s part one Attached at the Hip

Note: This will probably be a 4 part thing, please enjoy!

warnings: family trauma kinda, abandonment issues (past), being outed, worms

Steve cheered along with the crowd of first graders when the ball caught inside the net. This was the first year they would be keeping score, and the team wasn’t terrible as far as six year olds can be good at sports. Connor was always leading the charge, shy in everything except for this sport apparently. Claire on the other hand was sitting on the bench eating an orange slice, juice running down her sticky hands to her elbows. Steve smiled at her, and she frowned knowing it meant she would have to play again soon.

By the time the game ended and all of the little kids were full of orange slices and chex mix post game, the sun was above head in full force. Steve began cleaning up the little cones, balls, and water bottles littered around their bench as parent called their goodbyes. Clair and Connor were rolling in the grass and blowing dandelions at each other.

“Hey there big boy. Can I help ya?” Steve looked up, watching as Eddie, slightly sweaty but clearly freshly showered, appeared from the other side of his truck. Steve had picked Connor up from Munson’s earlier in the morning with the promise of donuts at the end of the game.

“You can help by getting those two before they get into the mud,” Steve laughed. He instinctively looked around, checking who was still there. A few moms were still talking to each other while their kids played in the shade by the cars. Eddie wrangled the children, returning with one giggling under either arm. Steve’s mind ran blank for a solid ten seconds staring at Eddie’s muscled arms.

“Earth to Steeevieeee,” Eddie called in a sing-songy voice. The kids were playing in the flatbread of Eddie’s truck, not free from the potential odd grease stain, but the fear of mud with them wasn’t the stains it was the worms they had a tendency to put in each others pockets. Both dads had done their fair shares of laundry that had disgusting bloated worm bodies that they would never allow that again.

The rest of the parents had taken off it seemed, the sparse cars looking like they were left there for general park goers.

“C’mere,” Steve said, the sound gruffer than he intended, but he had been out yelling across the field all morning. Eddie obliged, both of them keeping an eye on the kids in the truck. The kiss could have just as likely been anyone’s imagination, with how lightening fast it was. The men excelled at keeping any public PDA to as quick as possible. Steve held on just a little longer than normal though, squeezing Eddie tight before letting him go and starting to head back to the cars, both hauling bags of stuff destined for Steve’s trunk.

Someone cleared their throat. Both men jumped, staring at Patrick Dunlap’s mom, who was staring right back at them. She was halfway into her driver’s seat, the depot ajar beside her, but her windshield faced right at the field.

“You ought to be ashamed of yourselves, being around children like that. Whatever you do at home is your perogative, but in public?” She sniffed, nose tilted up like a cartoon character. She was in the car with the door closed before Steve could even call her name to protest. They just stood there for a long moment, looking at eachother before silently getting the kids in their cars and driving to Eddie’s.

Both kids were showering before they spoke another word to each other, Conor in the master bathroom, Claire down the hall. They were standing equidistant to each bathroom, within hearing and visual of either door, so they were leaning against the doorframe of Eddie’s room, pinkies hooked together as they stood on opposite sides.

“We knew this day was going to come eventually. We have to tell them. At least that they might be called names or something.”

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Steve watched the puff of smoke from Eddie's cigarette float away towards the tree-line. They were sitting on the back stairs, looking into the darkness. The kids were finally asleep in Connor's bed. Claire had a few sets of PJs and day clothes stashed in a drawer in case they slept over. Connor had the same at Steve's place, but they stayed over there less often. Eddie's house was more isolated, in the trees towards the edge of town, while Steve lived right on a white picket fence road with neighbors within spitting distance and a sidewalk that ran parallel to waist height hedges. Steve supposed it didn't matter anymore where they stayed. Crickets and night birds filled the silence that surrounded them until Eddie took one last deep puff and then squished out the cigarette into the dirt of the yard. He barely smoked anymore, not like when him and Steve had first met and Steve told him to cut it out lest his son develop an allergy, or asthma like Claire had.

"I never told you how I got Connor."

"I guess I just figured..." He trailed off. Steve hadn't thought about it in a while, just assumed the same thing that happened to him, a poor choice of one night stand and then a baby with a birth certificate and a note left at a hospital with his number on it.

"I uh," Eddie's voice went soft enough that Steve had to lean over a bit, "My mom had me when she was sixteen. Left me with her big brother Wayne and disappeared. My dad came by for a little while when I was a kid, but all he did was teach me to steal... fuck up. My uncle Wayne shoo'd him off before I could get into too much trouble, but nothing ever from my mom. Not a word. And then six years ago, knock on my door. I was twenty-three, doing okay at the shop, making okay money and just bought a little shitty place for myself in the trailer park so uncle Wayne didn't keep sleeping on the couch in ours." Eddie's voice broke a little. Steve knew he'd lost his uncle Wayne, the only parent he'd really known. Steve had gone to the funeral with them, held Connor's hand while Eddie wept with just a few people who knew Wayne from the plant for company. Steve rubbed Eddie's arm, pulling him closer so he could rest his head on Steve's shoulder.

"It was my mom. She was thirty-eight. She never left the area. She never- she never came to see me. But she just showed up with this, this little boy. He was so small, Stevie. He looked just like me. And I just snatched him, right out of her arms, didn't even let her give any room to say anything. Closed the door in her face and she left the birth certificate in the mailbox. Connor Munson, father unknown, mother Rebecca Munson." They sat in silence a while longer, but a light drizzle had picked up from the clouds covering the pale moon and they finally stood up. Before they took a step towards the house, while Steve was still brushing down the back of his pants, Eddie squeezed his arm hard and he looked up.

"He doesn't know. Not yet. I'll tell him, when I'm ready. But I'm not yet. I want him... I want him to know his dad loves him, that I'll always be his dad, even if I am just his brother." Steve squeezed Eddie into his arms, feeling his chest heaving to keep the tears at bay.

"Your uncle Wayne wasn't just your uncle. He was your dad too. You'll never just be Connor's uncle. You'll always be his dad."

#notsopersonalcharlie #charliewrites #stranger things #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie dads

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mistergandalf · 8 months

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Hollandaise is not just for chefs! You can make it too!

For @theweathermellon and also the rest of you. Beware though. Once you know how to do this, you're gonna want to make eggs benedict at home ALL the time.

These instructions are VERY detailed so that you understand the process! You'll the get hang of it if you practice. Recipe under the cut!

OKAY so first: your basic measurements. The numbers below are to make enough hollandaise to cover ONE serving of eggs benedict. If you're making this for two people, double it. Three people? You might be able to get away with two egg yolks still, depends on how much hollandaise people like. I like to drown my eggs benny soo that's me.

READ THE DIRECTIONS IN FULL BEFORE YOU START MAKING THIS OR YOU'RE GONNA WASTE EGGS

INGREDIENTS

1 egg yolk from a large egg (if you're using an extra large egg, you might need a little more of the other liquid ingredients. I don't recommend using smaller than a large egg)

1/2 tablespoon milk (I use half & half a lot of the time bc I have that more often)

lemon juice to taste (start with a very light teaspoon and work your way up or you're going to have a VERY lemony hollandaise. I recommend squeezing a real lemon, because bottled lemon juice has lemon oil added to it and it changes the taste a bit.)

salt & pepper to taste (go easy on the salt. you can always add more, but you can't take it out)

1/2 cup SALTED butter (you can sub unsalted if you must, but you'll have to add more salt anyway, and it's just not the same. trust me)

AND NOW HOW TO MAKE IT. I'm going to give you TWO ways to make it. The first is the way I do it when I'm just making it for myself, because the measurements are so small, and it's just easier with less cleanup. The second is the way I do it when I'm making enough for several people, as it feels more worth it. Here we go.

THE MICROWAVE WAY

Melt your butter in a measuring cup you can pour from. Don't let it pop or overheat! Just enough so that there's nothing solid left in the cup. If your butter is too hot, it'll cook your egg yolk, and you'll have to start over.

Whisk together the egg yolk, lemon juice, salt, and pepper in a small microwaveable bowl. Don't do the milk and the lemon juice at the same time, or your milk will curdle.

Whisk in the milk. Stirring is not an alternative. Whisk it.

SLOWLY pour a thin stream of butter into your egg yolk mixture as you continue to whisk it. Don't pour it all in at once! You're making an emulsion, which is when you combine two ingredients that don't usually want to combine. You have to do it slowly so that they actually mix!

Pop that baby in the microwave at 50% power (or power level 5) for 1-3 minutes, taking it out to re-whisk every 15-30 seconds. This is where it gets tricky! The less you're making, the less time it needs, and the more often you need to whisk it. This is not the time to multitask. Watch your sauce.

Your hollandaise is done when it's shiny and JUST thick enough where you can see lines from where you've whisked it. Any thinner and it'll just be slop on your plate. Any thicker, and - well, it'll become thin again. Because it'll be too hot and it'll break. You'll know you've broken your sauce when you just have a yellow oil with tiny, whispy egg bits floating in it. If this happens, well - we'll talk about that in a minute.

Taste your sauce. Add in extra salt, pepper, or lemon juice as you need until it tastes the way you want!

THE FANCY WAY (ON THE STOVE)

Do steps 1-4 above, but instead of whisking the egg yolks in a bowl, you're gonna do it in a double boiler. That's the pot that has another pot that fits right on top of it. If you don't have one, you can put a glass or metal bowl over a pot of water - you'll want one big enough to sit on top without touching the water at all. You only need about an inch of water in the bottom pot. THE STOVE SHOULD BE OFF TO START.

Put your double boiler on the stove and turn on the burner to medium-high or high heat. How high the heat needs to be depends on what kind of stove you have. I have a gas stove, so I don't need it on full blast. If you have an electric stove, crank that baby all the way up. Your goal is to boil the water in your bottom pot.

As soon as the water starts to heat up, start whisking your sauce and do not stop. What you're doing now is emulsifying your sauce over heat without applying the heat directly to the sauce. If you stop, your sauce may start to boil and break on the sides, so keep going.

Your hollandaise is done when it's shiny and JUST thick enough where you can see lines from where you've whisked it. This is the same as #6 above. If you catch yourself thinking, "Oh, I just want it a LITTLE bit thicker," and it's already starting to stick to the whisk, stop yourself. Repent for your hubris before the food gods break your hollandaise.

Taste your sauce. Add in extra salt, pepper, or lemon juice as you need until it tastes the way you want!

OH NO! I BROKE MY HOLLANDAISE :(

It happens! Even I still do it sometimes, and I make it all the time. SOMETIMES, you can save it! What you'll want to do is take a small spoonful of HOT water, nearly boiling (if you're poaching eggs at the same time, the water from that pot is perfect) and drop it into your sauce. Then whisk for your life and pray for mercy. If it forms back together into a nice, smooth, shiny yellow sauce, the food gods have answered your prayer.

If you try that and it doesn't work, then you'll have to start over. Sorry :(

AND THAT'S HOW YOU MAKE HOLLANDAISE. And an additional tip for poaching eggs: Add a little bit of vinegar to your water - just like a teaspoon or so. Your water should be a nice, rolling boil - not boiling out of control. And stir your water into a lazy whirlpool and drop your egg into the middle of it, from as close to the water as you can manage without burning your fingers. You're welcome.

#recipe #hollandaise

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riflebrass · 5 months

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Tonight I decided to try something different so I made "lasagna" soup. I didn't feel like breaking up lasagna into bite sized pieces so I went with bowties. But you get the idea. Ingredients: (1X) 12oz pack of pasta (3x) 29oz cans of tomato sauce. Not spaghetti sauce. Basically thickened tomato juice (1x) 28oz can of diced tomatoes 2lb Ricotta (I meant to get 1lb but got 2 by mistake and just rolled with it) 20ish cloves garlic All the onions (I had 1 white 2 yellow) 1lb ground beef 1lb ground Italian sausage 12oz bowtie pasta OPTIONAL: Sodium Citrate 1. I chopped my onions and put it in my skillet with the garlic and let it simmer covered for the better part of an hour. I didn't bother chopping the garlic because I figured it would dissolve in the sauce. It's very soft but still chunks of whole garlic. I consider that a win anyway lol.

2. While that's going I dumped the ricotta into my soup pot and had it set to medium-low. I added the cans of tomato sauce and let it warm up until the cheese melted. I dumped unmeasured amounts of basil, oregano, and thyme on top. After a while I hit it with a stick blender to mix the cheese thoroughly and let it simmer a while longer. Honestly a whisk probably would have been fine if you don't have a stick blender.

3. After about 45 minutes the sauce was staying mixed pretty well but to ensure it didn't separate later I added a spoonful of sodium citrate. It's an emulsifier common in cooking that keeps liquids mixed together when they normally separate. It's a real game changer for home made nacho cheese. Despite containing sodium it doesn't add a salty flavor. Just be careful if you're trying to watch your sodium intake.

4. After I was done messing with the base I went back to the onions. They were fully cooked so I cranked the heat up to medium-high to evaporate the water off of them then dumped it in the soup pot. This seemed like a good time as any to add the diced tomatoes

5. I fried up the pound of ground beef. I added a little salt but not much. The tomato sauce already had a fair amount of salt to it and there was the sodium citrate. Once that I was done I cooked up the sausage and dumped that in the pot. I just did them separately because my skillet was too small for 2lbs of meat. 6. While I was cooking the meat I got a pot of water boiling for the pasta. Bowties was all the store had for a 12oz pack and a full pound seemed like too much. Usually when you make pasta you're supposed to salt the water but I refrained because of the prior mentioned sodium content. I boiled the noodles to al-dente. That's pretty firm but there's a ton of leftovers here and I figured sitting in the pot of hot stuff would cook it further. I didn't want complete mush later. 7. When pasta is done drain and mix it in. The soup was a little too thick for my liking so I mixed in some water to thin it down a little. Maybe 3/4 of a cup? I didn't measure.

I probably ended up with 6-8 quarts of soup so there's plenty of leftovers and I really like how it turned out.

#cooking

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coro-chan6 · 4 months

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Somehow Supernatural

Tags: teen!oc, gn!oc, poc!oc, Dean being Dean, weird dreams, CROWLEY, demon dogs, Dean being scared of said demon dogs

Summary: Casey goes to bed, has weird dreams, and gets to meet the King of Hell.

Chapter Three: Yummy Food and Weird Shit

I will never deny that I was a foodie. I mean, if you saw me when I devour anything put in front of me, you wouldn’t even have to ask. I love everything about food. Sometimes I mix stuff together that other people think is weird like when I dip my waffles and pancakes in orange juice. I used to be the kid in elementary school who would mix everyone’s leftover lunches together and actually go through with eating it.

One thing I learned from all my years of eating is that post-panic attack meals are the best. After crying half my weight in water and depriving my brain of oxygen, food just hits different. Plus, Dean brought back chicken nuggets.

“Slow down, you’ll choke,” Dean said as he reached his hand to take my nuggies away. I obviously wasn’t gonna just let him do that so, I smacked the shit out of his hand. I didn’t think I put that much power into it but when I heard the smack echo, I knew.

“Mmfh,” I was trying to apologize before he kicked me out on my ass, but my mouth was full of about 4 chicken nuggets. Dean glared at me and went back to eating his double bacon cheeseburger.

Sam had come to sit down across from Dean and me after he had finished preparing his salad. Dean asked if his brother wanted anything from the restaurant, but Sam insisted on eating salad. I love salad as much as anyone, but when someone offers to buy you fast food, you fucking take it. Salad be damned.

Castiel was seated next to Sam opposite of me. He didn’t need to eat, so he was just reading the menu that had come with the fast food. Occasionally, he would look up from his reading to glance at me. It didn’t look threatening, but it did look like he had something to say.

“So,” I had finally swallowed down the colossal amount of chicken I stuffed down my face, “When are we going to go on a hunt?”

“We?” Dean quirked his eyebrow at me.

“Yes, we, Dean. I might as well since I’m here. What else am I supposed to do?”

Dean crumbled up the empty wrapper of his meal, “Nothing.”

“Sam?” I turned to the younger Winchester. He had been really nice to me. He wouldn’t agree with Dean.

“I agree with Dean.”

Well fuck.

So, basically, I was in this new universe and I couldn’t do jack shit but sit underground. That was so unfair! They should at least take me once, but from their faces, it didn’t look like they were gonna change their minds.

What did they even have to do in the bunker? I know they have alcohol. Too much alcohol, in fact, but even if I was of age, I’m not really interested. They also have a library full of hunter books. I know that sounds cool and I shouldn’t be complaining, but who would want to read books about these cool ass monsters if you could see them in person? Not me, that’s for sure.

“They should go on a hunt,” Castiel stated, not taking his eyes off his menu. How was that so interesting to him?

…wait.

“Did you just say I could go?!” I squealed.

“Did you just say they could go?!” The brothers yelled in unison.

“They can go with me,” Castiel said finally putting his menu down, “They won’t be harmed.”

I ran over to the other side of the table to tackle Castiel in a hug because I was so happy. Fried nerves be damned. He kind of froze for a second before awkwardly patting my back. Sam and Dean were still trying to get the angel to not bring me, but he didn’t budge.

“Who would watch them if we’re all gone? They’re a child, they need protection.”

Dean scoffed at that like it wasn’t kind of true before he stood from the table and stalked off. Presumably to his room. Sam shook his head in disbelief before he retired as well.

Soon, Castiel and I were the only ones left at the table. I was still eating my fries and Castiel was staring at me. It would have been creepy if it had been anyone besides him, but he had this innocence about him that didn’t make him all that scary. Even though he was the only one here with powers strong enough to do God-knows-what, he didn’t make me feel frightened at all.

“Casey,” I perked up, “you should get some sleep. It’s late.”

I wasn’t sure how late it was because we were underground and I never asked, but now that Castiel brought up the subject of sleep, it made me yawn. I didn’t even register I was tired. It felt like it’d been so long since I last slept. I wasn’t sure if that was because of my eventful day or because it really had been that long.

I got up from the table and waved Castiel goodnight. I was halfway down the hallway before I realized that I didn’t know where I was going to sleep. No one had given me a room or anything.

I wonder where my body was staying before I got here.

Not wanting to bother anyone, I slinked over to the couch I had sat on earlier and laid down. The couch had a blanket that was thick enough and a couple of pillows that weren’t too uncomfortable.

The thing that made me so uneasy was the fact that it was out in the open. The couch sat against one of the walls of the library. I never did well with new sleeping spaces, but when those sleeping spaces were so big and dark that you weren’t sure what was hiding in there… I did not like it. Plus, I couldn’t watch YouTube before bed.

I’m not sure how, but I eventually went to sleep. I ended up in another void. This time I couldn’t see all my thoughts as words. This time I could see my mom. She was in the kitchen chopping vegetables. There was nothing on the stove and there was nothing in front of her to put the vegetables in. The only thing on the entire counter was the chopping board and the single carrot she was chopping. I wanted to know what she was doing and I tried to ask, but my mouth wouldn’t move. She looked me right in my eyes before she disappeared.

Next, I saw my dad. He was in the garage sitting on his motorcycle. The engine wasn’t running and the garage wasn’t even open, but my dad had all his gear on like he was gonna take off at any second. He wasn’t wearing his helmet though. I was standing in the doorway that lead from the house to the garage. My dad was facing in the other direction. He looked frozen in time. I couldn’t even see his body shift from breathing. It was like he was paused. I tried to walk up to him to tap him on the shoulder, but - again - I couldn’t move. My dad finally turned his face to me. Blood dripped from his mouth. Then, he disappeared too.

I saw my older brother out on the front porch. He was sitting in the gray chair that was facing me yet, I couldn’t see his face. His neck… his neck somehow had his head on backward. His fingers still typed at the computer on his lap even though he couldn’t see it. I didn’t try to move this time, but my brother did. One of his hands lifted off of the keyboard to point at something behind me. Then, he disappeared.

My little brother was next. He was in the basement playing on his gaming setup. Well, at least he was sitting at his gaming setup. His arms were at his sides and he was staring at a blank screen. I was standing directly behind him. I wanted to run. I didn’t want to see this creepy shit anymore, but I was stuck in place. I had to watch my little brother melt into a pile of flesh in his chair.

I didn’t like this dream. No matter how hard I tried to wake up, I couldn’t. I was stuck. Stuck watching some creepy version of my family from afar. I wished that I could hear Dean’s voice again. I wished he would wake me up by shaking my arms like he did before, but his voice never came. No one ever came. This wasn’t me feeling like a failure that didn’t deserve to be saved. I wanted to be saved. I needed to be saved.

“Save me!” A voice echoed through my head that I’d never heard before. I never heard this voice before, but I felt linked to them somehow. I wanted to reach out and save them like I wanted someone to save me. For the first time since my dream started, my body moved. I reached my hand out for this voice. I swear I felt them reach back.

~~~

“Fuck!” I woke up sitting straight up on the couch I fell asleep on. My hand was outstretched like I was reaching for… something? Someone. Who was I reaching for?

My blanket and pillows had fallen to the floor which wasn’t a surprise to me. Even when I wasn’t having creepy ass weird ass dreams, I was still a wild sleeper. What the fuck was that dream about anyway? I liked to believe that all dreams mean something, but I didn’t understand that one. Or maybe I was too scared to want to understand it. I’d come back to it later.

Right now, I was more concerned with the man sitting in the library. He looked concerningly like the King of Hell.

“Hello… new child,” Crowley said in his british accent. He was casually sipping on some of Sam and Dean’s alcohol stash. I felt underdressed even though I was wearing the same shit since I got here. It wasn’t half bad, but I kinda wanted to meet Crowley looking like myself. Or at least with my own dressing style and not this cringe shit. He was one of my favorite characters after all.

“How long have you been there?” I asked, slowly placing my feet flat on the floor.

“Not that long,” he shrugged.

I got up and walked toward him. I know he’s the King of Hell and all that jazz, but I really wanted to shake his hand. He didn’t look like he wanted to hurt me. He actually looked kind of curious.

I offered him my hand, “I’m Casey. Nice to meet the King of Hell face to face.”

Crowly smirked and shook my hand, “You know who I am and you think it’s nice to meet me. I’m surprised the Winchesters haven’t told you-”

“Get away from him!” Sam shouted as he practically slid into the room. It seemed like he rushed in here so fast he forgot to put a shirt on. He was only wearing his blue-patterned pajama pants. I looked at him with a ‘what the fuck’ face before turning back to Crowley. I know Sam was trying to look after me and shit, but he was not gonna make me walk away from the motherfucking King of Hell.

“I have so many questions if you don’t mind,” I told Crowley as I sat next to him. Sam let out a sound of protest, “What do the demon dogs look like? I know the whole thing is not seeing them, but I’ve always been curious. Also, what’s your favorite task to do as the King of Hell? Do you enjoy torture or do you only do it because you have to? Are other demons dumb cause how do they get killed by Sam and Dean so easily? Do you have wings-”

“You have to give me time to answer, you know,” I snapped my mouth closed, “For your first question… I could bring the demon dogs here if you’d like.”

“Yes!” I squealed.

“No!” yelled Sam.

Crowley brought out the summoning whistle from his jacket pocket. Sam looked like he was about to pass out, but he somehow managed to stay upright. I sorta forgot that Sam had trauma from the demon dogs. They killed his brother in what? Season 3?

I didn’t think Crowley was actually gonna go through with it, but he blew the whistle. I guess if the dogs don’t have orders to kill anyone, they won’t… hopefully.

“How can you tell when they’re here-”

I was cut off but something warm and wet wiping up my face. I let out a yelp of surprise before I realized it was most likely the dogs. I cautiously reached my arms out to feel for its body. My hands connected with soft fur. The dog or dogs - I felt multiple tongues licking at my face - were pretty big by the feel of it. Maybe the size of a pony? They were muscly as hell though.

“How many did you call?” I asked Crowley.

“Just one. They have multiple heads. You can ask Dean about that.”

Sam gave the demon a glare for his assholish comment before he spoke up, “Why the hell are you here, Crowley?”

“Well,” Crowley looked back at me. I bet it looked like I was petting air, “I came here to see them.”

Sam was confused. I was confused. Why the hell did the King of Hell have business with me? Even though I had no idea what Crowley wanted with me and whether or not I was in danger, I kept petting the demon dog. I didn’t know when I was gonna have the opportunity to do this again.

“You’re not taking them,” Sam said, pulling an angel knife from his ass.

“I’m not taking them. Calm down, moose,” Crowley finally stood up from his chair, “I just wish to talk with them.”

“I don’t see why not,” I pipped in.

“He’s the fricken King of Hell!” Sam yelled like ruling the underworld was a crime.

“And?” I replied.

“And you're not talking to him!”

“Well, last time I checked, you weren’t the fucking boss of me, dude.” I stood up from petting the demon dog and gave Sam a glare. I was getting fed up with Sam telling me what to do. First, he told me he didn’t want me going on hunts, and now this? I hadn’t even known him for a full 24 hours!

“You’re a child, Casey! No!”

“I’m not your fucking child, Sam, so buzz the fuck off!”

The demon dog started barking really loud after I said that. The air stilled. Crowley was smirking throughout Sam and I’s whole argument, but now his face was filled with genuine surprise. Sam looked scarily angry.

“You lied,” Sam stated. The angel knife that was once pointed at Crowley was now pointed at me, “You are some kind of monster.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” I said, breathless. Fear shot up my spine.

“Your eyes… they turned red.”

AN: Crowley's one of my favorite characters and in later chapters sometimes he just comes back for not reason other than I like him. I know I do shit on Dean, but like, I still like him. He's just not my favorite out of the trio. And yes, superpowered OC. Gotta love it.

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