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Code Red

Pairing: Boaz Priestly x Female Reader

Summary: When you call him for help, Priestly realizes that he finally has the relationship of his dreams.

AN: So I didn’t think I’d ever write for this character, but it was prompted by a lovely anon and encouraged by my friend @thatonewriter15! I hope you enjoy. ❤️ 

Song Inspo: “Perfect” by Ed Sheeran. “I’ve found a love…”

Word Count: 1,500 Tags/Warnings: Period talk, suggestiveness, mega fluff

He was in the zone.

Four six-inch double buffalo chicken clubs with banana peppers on whole wheat bread (gross, but he wasn’t the one eating ‘em), two spicy Italians, and a tuna on rye.

Priestly wrapped them up with practiced precision and slid them down the line to Piper, Mission Impossible-style. She smiled at his antics and took them and brought them over to Tish at the register.

Priestly had another turkey and provolone on his docket, hold the mayo, when his cell buzzed in his pocket. Today he actually did have pockets. As in, he was wearing joggers, boots, and a graphic tee that said: NO TEQUILA, NO ENTRY.

He swiveled his phone in his hand like a drummer with a drumstick. He smiled when he saw your name flashing across the screen, and he answered it.

“Hey, Beautiful. What’s up?” he asked.

“Boaz, I need you,” you said. To his ears, your voice was sultry, and a bit strained.

He perked up with raised eyebrows.

“What’s holding up the turkey and cheese?” Piper asked.

Boaz held up a finger to the blonde and tucked the phone between his ear and shoulder. His hands busied themselves with the next sandwich order, but he was all too attentive to your every word.

“Oh yeah?” he replied to you. His smile deepened. “Well, that’s convenient. Because I’m craving some of you, baby.”

You gave a breathy chuckle. “Normally I’d take you up on that, but no. I need you. As in, I really need you to do something for me.”

Priestly arched a brow. His brain was already filling up with ideas of how he could best help you. He mentally took an inventory of the “tools” in your nightstand drawer, and which ones he could best use to his advantage when he—

“Uhh, well, I got about one more hour in my shift,” he said, lowering his voice, even as it deepened a notch. “But if Jen covers me, I can be outta here in half the time.”

“Oh my God, good,” you gasped. “I’m in so much fucking pain, you have no idea.” 

Priestly blinked, and any thoughts of kinky fun times came to a screeching halt. Concern took over when he realized that the strain in your voice wasn’t from the sexy kind of need.

“What’s wrong?” he asked quickly.

“I’m out of Midol, my uterus is rioting like it’s a Vietnam War protest, and…oh yeah, I need more tampons too,” you said. “But I legitimately cannot move from this couch.”

Priestly couldn’t help but smile in amusement.

“Ech, I hear ya. Are we in a Code Green, Code Yellow, or Code Red situation?”

Jen glanced over at him from where she was mopping the floor, and she gave him a questioning look.

What’s wrong? she mouthed.

“Code Red, definitely,” you answered with a sigh.

Priestly grimaced in sympathy. He mouthed back to Jen, Code Red.

She nodded in female understanding, and raised a hand that said, Say no more.

“Okay, yeah,” Priestly replied to you. “Don’t worry, I got you.”

You released a sigh of relief. “And if you want to throw in a Snickers, I wouldn’t hate it.”

He chuckled at that one.

“You got it,” he said. “I’ll be home in T minus an hour, give or take.”

You groaned. “Can’t you just steal a DeLorean or something?”

“You know, I could, but that would mean I’d be going back further into the past before you even needed to call me, and I’d still probably be making sandwiches since I’ve been working here since damn near 2000 B.C. But you know what, they should really call that movie Back to the Present, since they don’t actually go to the future until—”

“Okay,” you had to laugh, even though it was edged with discomfort. “I’ll see you later.”

At the supermarket, after his shift at Beach City Grill, Priestly had most of the supplies he needed for a successful mission. All he was missing was his old enemy on Aisle 2.

Once again, he faced a wall of tampons. All bright colored boxes and numbers and sizes…

Okay, not Code Green, so not the slender ones that might as well be match sticks. Not Yellow, so no to Regular…ah! Here we are. Super Plus.

AKA: Code Red. Complete with leak guard, no latex. He grabbed the blue box and threw it into his basket of essentials, including no less than three assorted chocolate bars and a pint of Ben & Jerrys. He knew his girl, and you liked your Half-Baked ice cream with chocolate chip cookie dough and brownie pieces.  

He brought over his haul to the checkout line. Sure enough, Gerry, one of the locals, was finally old enough to buy a case of beer by himself. He glanced at the blue box Priestly was taking out onto the conveyor belt and smirked.

“No slender regulars this time?” Gerry remarked.

Priestly’s smile was tight. “No, Gerald. Slenders are for pussies.”

“Literally,” the blonde beanpole snorted. “What, your girlfriend got a heavy flow this month?”

Priestly rolled his eyes, and his mouth pressed in a line. The word flow still kind of grated on him like nails on a chalkboard, but what irked him more was this guy imagining any part of your intimate parts.

“All right, my girl’s flow is none of your business,” he said. “Once you hit puberty and grow your first pubes, you’ll understand.”

Gerry floundered while Priestly continued on to make his purchases. Even the cashier was smiling, trying not to laugh as he silently gave Priestly his props for a burn well made. Priestly shot the guy a nod and a smile before he left with his spoils.

“Honey, I’m hoooome,” Priestly sing-songed.

He stepped through the door with his keys still jangling in his hand. He was trying to balance the big bag of groceries while closing the door to the apartment he shared with you.

Your head perked up from the living room couch, and your hand slowly curled up, beckoning him over. Priestly obliged you. He peered over the side of the couch and smiled at the way you were all curled up under a throw blanket, already in your pajamas, while FRIENDS reruns played on the TV.

“Finally,” you said with a tired smile. But not the kind of finally that just meant you were impatient for the goods he carried. The kind of finally that also meant you were happy to see him.

He laid a comforting hand on your head, leaned down, and pressed a kiss above your brow. You held him there by the collar of his shirt, prompting him to kiss you for real. Your hand moved up his tattooed neck and your nails gave the back of his head a little scratch, careful not to disrupt the blue mohawk.

He reluctantly pulled away from your lips, just enough to try and gauge how you were feeling.

“How’re you holdin’ up?” he asked.

“Like a beach umbrella in a hurricane,” you replied wryly. “You got the stuff?”

Priestly held the grocery bag tucked under his arm like it was a drug deal.

“Oh, I got the stuff, if you got the money,” he said.

You nodded, and your small smile turned mischievous. “I got your money, Big Man.”

With your hand delicately hooked behind his neck and the other gliding up his arm, he didn’t realize he was falling into a trap.

You tugged his arm hard enough to try and get him to fall over the back of the couch.

“Hey!” he yelped. Yet he also laughed while you tried your best to pull him overboard.

He had to toss the bag of groceries to the floor next to you, but he managed to get over and onto the couch without crushing you. He probably smelled like old sandwich and mayonnaise, but you didn’t seem to care. 

You just helped him settle in behind you, with your back to his chest. This was the only way you’d find comfort for your lower back. It had been aching since you woke up this morning.

You grabbed his closest hand and guided it under your overlarge sleep shirt, then under the waistband of your panties. You laid his warm hand flat against your cramping lower belly.

Priestly pressed a kiss behind your ear and tucked his arm underneath your head. He felt the rise and fall of your sigh as you leaned back against him, and his smile softened.

“You’re gonna fall asleep without digging into your treasure trove,” he teased. “I even got your favorite ice cream.”

You glanced at him over your shoulder in interest.

“Half-Baked?” you asked.

“Yep, for extra brownie points. Eh? See what I did there?”

Your body shook with a quiet laugh. You reached your hand back to touch his bearded cheek this time. Your fingers toyed with his many earrings.

“Did you know that you’re my favorite human?” you said. “Like, ever?”

He smiled against your neck. “Could’a sworn I was your third favorite, behind Ben and Jerry.”

“Nope, just you,” you said, snuggling back further into his warmth. “Thank you, baby.”

Priestly realized then that he’d found it.

He’d really, honest to God found the life he didn’t think he’d get, with a woman who didn’t want him to change; who just wanted him to be here.

Though he smirked when you reached for the bag and dug out the pint of Ben & Jerry’s.

“That’s what I thought,” he said.

You giggled. “Shut up.”

AN: Priestly was such a fun character lol. I rewatched 10 Inch Hero this past week and this was the first thing I thought to write! If you liked this, let me know! (And if you want more Priestly.) 😘

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[ddejavvu]

Spencer Reid x surgeon reader where he walks in on them doing surgery on a raw chicken bc their studying for a test? 😭

Spencer has been getting proficient at husbandly duties for some time now. He's used to changing the thermostat each day and night, leaving your slippers by the foot of the bed if they've been kicked off in the bathroom, and washing your water bottles out when they've sat on your nightstand for too long. One thing he's recently picked up on is thawing out meat before you eat it, and he's sure you don't want the chicken in the fridge for too long. He'd watched you buy it at the store this past weekend with an already eager stomach, hoping that you were going to make his favorite chicken-pasta dish.

When he opens the fridge door at 5:30, it's gone. He blinks, glances over at the stove, and... no chicken.

He remembers a beef stir fry last night, so that wasn't it. You had chicken the night before that, but Derek had sent it home as leftovers from a grilling session he'd gotten into earlier in the week. And you'd had takeout before that, so he's stumped as to where the chicken has gone.

He peeks into the freezer, just in case, but it's not there, either.

"Angel?" He calls out, heading for your home office to interrogate you, "Have you seen the-"

He pushes open the door to find you hunched over your desk, picking apart-?

"-chicken..."

You turn with a dazed expression, fresh out of your chicken-dissecting zone.

"Spence?"

"I was looking for the chicken," He frowns, "I thought it would be in the fridge for dinner. Not on the operating table."

"Oh," You set down your tools, rubbing the back of your wrist over your tired eyes so that you don't get chicken goop in them, "Sorry, Spence. It was for my class, not dinner. But if you want chicken, we can order in?"

"I'll do that," Spencer eyes your gooey gloves with apprehension, "And when you're done, please throw the gloves away in the outside garbage."

[akwolfgrl]

Recipe for recovery part 4

As Zoro carried Sanji onto the deck, to the chair waiting for him, he couldn't help but notice how light he felt in his arms. The sound of his scream still haunts him. Zoro didn't know what he would do without the blonde in his arms. Someone had already piled the chair in pillows. Everyone was working together to get Sanji to take it easy and rest. Robin and Nami were already sitting on either side of his chair, Zoro thought it was a bad idea that Sanji would be worried about serving them instead of resting.

“What's that smell?” Sanji asked, sniffing the air.

“Frankys got the grill going,” Zoro told him as he placed him on his throne of pillows. Zoro sure as shit didn't know how to grill. “Luffy and I killed a few animals,” Before Sanji fell, they had to go back to grab them and Namis tools.

“I'll need to do inventory later,” Zoro sat down by the foot of the chair, extra precaution from Sanji attempting to stand.

He and Sanji were both far too alike in that regard. This wasn't something he could train for. When he or a crew member had been hurt in the past it was something Zoro could train, work harder to prevent it from happening again. However there was no out training for a freak accident, an act of nature and bad timing.

“Already done Sanji,” Robin replied with a smile. “I got you something to read, it's a mystery novel. Hannah Swensen runs a bakery, specializing in cookies, called The Cookie Jar. When a delivery man is found, shot dead, in her loading bay, Hannah decides to take matters into her own hands and find the killer herself. It's quite a good series thus far, I'm on book ten carrot cake murder. There are recipes inside, between them and your notes on the crew we can manage until you feel well enough to order us about. I'll hold it for you, Choppers already told us everything,”

“Thank so much Robin, but you don't have to go that far for me. It's my job to take care of and serve you,” Sanji replied.

“Nonsense, now sit back and relax. I have your reading speed timed perfectly,” Zoro had no idea how she did it but it was Robin, if anyone had that figured out it would be her.

“All right! Luffy, are you ready for some Super!! good BBQ?” Franky asked a drooling Luffy.

“Yesh!” Luffy cried, throwing his hands in the air.

Zoro sat back and watched as Franky loaded Luffy's plate with chicken, burgers, ribs, kabobs and hot dogs. Luffy eagerly tucked in.

“Mm! Ish almosh ah goo ah,” Luffy swallowed his mouthful. “Sanjis!”

“Thanks bro, that's high praise! BBQ is my specialty!” Franky struck another pose, his arms above his head. “It's the only thing in can cook to be honest,”

Zoro got up when the second round was ready, Nami right behind him. Robin stayed behind to keep Sanji company. She could easily use her devil fruit to get her own food.

“You'll keep an eye on him tonight right?” Nami asked him when they were out of earshot.

“Yes, I should have been there when he fell,” Zoro knew it wasn't rational but he could still hear Sanji's scream over the sound of crumbling earth. The sight of his bloody mangled body would haunt his nightmares. It was one thing to get hurt during a fight, it was expected even.

“Are you finally going to confess?” Nami asked, loading up her plate and both his plates.

“When he's not on painkillers,” He had confessed to Nami after she caught him staring at the blonde's ass one too many times. She of course had plied him with drinks first, that women sure knew how to make one hell of a drink.

“Good, I'm sick of the pinning and if this accident has taught us anything is there's no time to waste…although Yah don't confess while he's high, I'm surprised he's not loopy,”

“Zoro, Sanji and Luffy's pain tolerance is high, that might be the reason why the medicine isn't kicking in as fast as I would like, Zoro and Luffy burn threw it too fast. Luckily Luffy mostly just needs meat to recover,” Chopper chimed in. “Sanji might be nauseous from the painkillers, so don't put to much on his plate,”

“All right Chopper, whatever he doesn't eat we will just feed to Luffy,” Nami agreed.

“Luffy will eat anything,”

“No alcohol either,” Chopper added.

Zoro whinesed, he was guilty of the last thing, he had drunk plenty of booze when he shouldn't have. They made their way back to chairs, Robin already had a plate on her lap.

“Here curls,” Zoro sat on Namis chair, she sat on the end without a fight. She normally lounged on it like some queen, but today everyone was focused on their cook. “Open up,” Zoro took a small fork full remembering how Sanji didn't just shovel food in his mouth, he took small bites savoring his food.

[yuurivoice]

hai there!! how are you doing today? :3

Exhausted, but about to be productive. Gotta film a few Vtuber things, get some writing done, and build a little table at the office. I need to do some posting on socials for the Alphonse plushie. Busy afternoon coming up.

Aside from that, I'm good. I've started doing my 3 weekly gym sessions without my trainer and I think I enjoy the experience a lot better when I can just vibe out listening to music so that's fun.

Got some blood test results and things are looking good there.

I've been cooking a lot more lately, and really enjoy grilled chicken thighs with salt/pepper/garlic + chipotle + garlic butter seasonings. Juicy af and gets a good crisp on it. That's nice.

Uhhhhhhh...how else am I doing?

Very thrilled about the Alphonse plushie so far, we crushed our early launch numbers from Charlie and I feel good about how the longevity will work out. We'll be running a BitterSweet marathon stream on the channel over the weekend and I hope that'll help raise awareness for the plushie as well! (This is what I'm recording some stuff for)

Gonna do some fiddling with a type of video sometimes soon, which is essentially a Talking Head video but it's either the MeTuber, Alphonse, etc telling a story or discussing something related to the channel. FAQs, the literal YuuriVoice backstory, that sort of thing. Types of stuff that won't be BANGERS, but will be really cool to have on the channel in general over time.

I got a goddamn ethernet cable plugged into the PC so we shouldn't have anyyyyy stream issues again. Ever. Not even once. That's good.

I do have some bangers lined up for spooky season, though it wasn't quite what I had wanted it to be when I was brainstorming half a year ago. That's life.

Gonna fuck around and record the BitterSweet Director's cut lines...again. Looking forward to that.

Extremely excited about Dragon Age at the end of the month, though I won't really get to play much of it because I'll be going to a Ren Faire that weekend! But the following week? I'll be locked the fuck in.

Back in relation to YuuriVoice things, I've started taking a serious look at Wiki solutions for the fandom, and think I've settled on one that I'm excited about firing up. I will be doing my best to get that up and running BEFORE Echoes of Evalas. The tool I have in mind is way more impactful than a simple Fandom Wiki, and should involve no annoy ads, a great browsing experience and....uh, info. Lots of info, I guess. This spawned from the need to have a visible timeline for the fandom to visualize when and where things were happening, and I went down a rabbit hole.

Also, maps...I need to...find a map maker...

I can't think of anything else I've really got going on right now. The big focus now is consistency. I need to keep this up through the rest of the year and end it strong, so we go into 2025 rocking and rolling.

[lorimay2862]

Twin-Cuisine Technology: Mastering the Art of Dual-Basket Air Frying

In the realm of modern kitchen appliances, the dual air fryer stands out as a revolutionary tool. With its unique twin-basket design, this appliance offers unparalleled convenience and versatility, making it a must-have for any home chef.

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"The dual air fryer is designed to enhance your cooking experience by providing flexibility and efficiency."

Separate Cooking Zones: Each basket operates independently, allowing for different cooking times and temperatures.

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Versatility: From frying and roasting to baking and grilling, the dual air fryer can do it all.

Benefits of Using a Dual Air Fryer

Why should you consider adding a dual air fryer to your kitchen arsenal? Here are some compelling reasons:

Time-Saving: Cook two dishes simultaneously, cutting your meal preparation time in half.Healthier Meals: Enjoy your favorite fried foods with up to 75% less fat.

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Easy Cleanup: Most dual air fryers come with dishwasher-safe baskets and accessories.

Popular Dual Air Fryer Models

Several brands offer high-quality dual air fryers. One notable example is the Toshiba Small Rice Cooker, known for its versatility and user-friendly features.

How to Use a Dual Air Fryer

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Preheat: Preheating ensures even cooking and optimal results.

Use the Right Temperature: Different foods require different temperatures. Refer to the user manual for guidelines.

Shake the Basket: For even cooking, shake the basket halfway through the cooking process.

Experiment: Don't be afraid to try new recipes and cooking techniques.

Maintaining Your Dual Air Fryer

Proper maintenance can extend the life of your dual air fryer. Here are some tips:

Regular Cleaning: Clean the baskets and accessories after each use to prevent buildup.

Check for Wear and Tear: Inspect the appliance regularly for any signs of damage.

Store Properly: When not in use, store your dual air fryer in a cool, dry place.

Conclusion

The dual air fryer is more than just a kitchen gadget; it's a game-changer. Whether you're a busy parent, a health-conscious individual, or someone who loves to cook, this appliance offers something for everyone. With its twin-basket design, versatile cooking options, and user-friendly features, the dual air fryer is set to become a staple in modern kitchens worldwide.

For more information on dual air fryers, check out this highly-rated model.

About Toshiba

Toshiba is a well-known brand in the home appliances industry, offering innovative and versatile products designed to make your life easier. One of their popular products is the Toshiba Small Rice Cooker, which features 8 cooking functions, Fuzzy Logic Technology, and a 24-hour delay timer.

For more information on Toshiba's range of products, visit their official website.

Additional Resources

Understanding Air Fryers

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Cook Smarter, Not Harder with a Dual Air Fryer

Understanding the Dual Air Fryer

The dual air fryer is a revolutionary kitchen appliance designed to simplify cooking. By using hot air circulation, it allows you to prepare food with minimal oil, making it a healthier option compared to traditional frying methods. But what exactly makes a dual air fryer stand out?

Key Features of a Dual Air Fryer

Dual air fryers come equipped with two separate baskets, allowing you to cook two different dishes simultaneously. This feature is particularly beneficial for families or individuals who enjoy variety in their meals. Imagine being able to prepare crispy fries and succulent chicken wings at the same time!

Additionally, many models include preset cooking programs, adjustable temperature controls, and timers, making them incredibly user-friendly. These features ensure that even novice cooks can achieve perfect results with minimal effort.

Why Choose a Dual Air Fryer?

“The dual air fryer is not just a kitchen appliance; it's a game-changer for home cooks.”

Choosing a dual air fryer can transform your cooking experience. Not only does it save time, but it also reduces the amount of oil used in cooking, promoting healthier eating habits. Furthermore, the versatility of a dual air fryer means you can experiment with a wide range of recipes, from appetizers to desserts.

Comparing Dual Air Fryers to Traditional Fryers

Healthier Cooking: Dual air fryers use significantly less oil, reducing calorie intake.

Efficiency: Cook multiple dishes at once with dual baskets.

Versatility: Suitable for frying, baking, grilling, and roasting.

While traditional fryers may offer a slight edge in terms of flavor, the health benefits and convenience of dual air fryers make them a superior choice for many households.

Choosing the Right Dual Air Fryer

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Integrating a Dual Air Fryer into Your Kitchen

Integrating a dual air fryer into your kitchen is a seamless process. Whether you're a seasoned chef or a beginner, this appliance can enhance your culinary skills. Its ease of use and quick cooking times make it a valuable tool for busy individuals and families alike.

Conclusion: Embrace the Future of Cooking

In conclusion, the dual air fryer is a must-have appliance for anyone looking to cook smarter, not harder. Its innovative design and health benefits make it an essential addition to modern kitchens. By choosing a dual air fryer, you're investing in a healthier and more efficient cooking experience.

[sukunaslilgurl]

Now we are free

Chapter Two: the Feast of Excess

The grand Roman mansion, perched high on the hills of the Empire, was alive with the sounds of revelry. The vast marble columns that framed the entrance gleamed under the moonlight, their polished surfaces reflecting the shimmering glow of torchlight. Inside, the hall was filled with the intoxicating scent of wine and roasted meats, mingling with the sweet fragrance of blooming flowers that had been draped over every surface.

The party that Gojo Satoru had orchestrated was nothing short of a spectacle—a celebration of power, victory, and indulgence. Nobles from all over the empire had gathered to bask in the luxury of the night. Kings and queens from distant lands such as Greece and Spain, foreign dignitaries, and wealthy merchants who had climbed the social ladder filled the room, each vying for their own moment of attention.

The grand hall was a labyrinth of decadence. Long tables, laden with platters of exotic foods—grilled boar, golden roasted chickens, and fruits from every corner of the empire—stretched across the space. Goblets of rich wine overflowed, their ruby contents spilling over the edges in a feast for the senses. Music played from hidden corners, the soft melody of flutes blending with the rhythmic pounding of drums.

But it was the atmosphere of unchecked lust and indulgence that truly defined the night. The air seemed thick with heat and desire, and the walls echoed with the sounds of laughter, whispered promises, and the occasional moan as bodies entwined. People were no longer confined by their social roles; their inhibitions had melted away, drowned in the endless flow of wine and lust.

Gojo Satoru was in the center of it all, his usual carefree grin never leaving his face. He wore a white toga adorned with intricate gold embroidery, his golden hair shining in the dim light. He moved through the crowd effortlessly, exchanging pleasantries with kings and queens, occasionally pausing to laugh at the antics of his guests. But his attention often returned to Sukuna, who stood off to the side, watching the chaos with a quiet intensity.

Sukuna was, as always, an imposing figure in the midst of the revelry. His broad frame towered over the guests, his dark tattoos visible beneath his tunic, a stark contrast to the glittering gold and red of the party. His crimson eyes scanned the room, taking in the spectacle, but his expression was unreadable—somewhere between disgust and amusement. He had fought for Gojo’s entertainment, and now he was here, a weapon on display, a part of the grand charade that was Gojo’s world.

Despite the luxury around him, Sukuna couldn’t help but feel a sense of detachment. The orgy of indulgence in the hall, the people reveling in sin and excess—it all felt hollow to him. They celebrated, but for what? Power? Wealth? A fleeting moment of pleasure? His mind was far from the revelry. His thoughts lingered on the past, on the battles he had fought, and the life he had lost.

“Enjoying the night?” Gojo asked, appearing beside Sukuna with a glass of wine in hand. His grin was wide, as if nothing could ruin his mood. He was in his element, surrounded by the beauty and excess of his power.

Sukuna didn’t answer right away. His gaze lingered on the couples entwined on the couches, the laughter and clinking of glasses. He had fought, bled, and killed for Gojo’s enjoyment, but now he wondered what all of it was for. Was he just a tool for the amusement of the powerful? Was there any purpose beyond being the strongest in a world that only revered strength?

“Do you ever tire of it?” Sukuna finally asked, his voice low and laced with a quiet edge.

Gojo’s grin widened. “Tire of what? This?” He gestured to the chaos unfolding around them. “Not at all. Why would I? This is the essence of life, Sukuna. Power, pleasure, indulgence. You can’t deny it. The world spins on the wheel of these pleasures.”

“I suppose you’re right,” Sukuna replied, though the words felt hollow as he said them. He took a sip from a goblet, the bitter taste of wine only adding to the growing discomfort in his chest. The wild chaos of the night, the sinful dances, the desperate passion of the guests—he felt nothing but an overwhelming emptiness.

But just as quickly as the feeling of discomfort washed over him, it was replaced by something else. A familiar presence moved into his peripheral vision, and his sharp eyes turned to follow the figure.

She was a woman unlike the others. Tall and graceful, with long, dark, curly hair cascading down her back like waves of midnight. Her skin was a deep, tanned gold, shimmering in the candlelight, as if kissed by the sun itself. Her body was painted in intricate golden patterns that seemed to pulse with energy, wrapping around her limbs and torso like a map of strength. Her gaze was a mixture of defiance and mystery, and her eyes—one a clear mint green and the other the color of frozen blue ice—seemed to pierce through the chaos around them.

The crowd parted subtly as she entered, the whispers of onlookers trailing behind her. She wore a gown that shimmered with golden fabric, fit for royalty, hugging her strong yet delicate frame. Her presence was commanding, and yet there was a sense of vulnerability beneath it all, as though she were more than just a mere ornament in Gojo’s world. She moved with purpose, her head held high, and her every step was a dance of silent rebellion.

Sukuna’s eyes followed her with a mixture of curiosity and intrigue. There was something different about this woman—a power that emanated from her, though it was hidden beneath layers of decorum and gilded paint. She was no ordinary slave, he realized. She was the first slave of Utahime, the most prized of the women Gojo had collected over the years. These women were not treated as others were, not slaves to be used for fleeting pleasures. They were protected, cherished, and honored, with their loyalty bound by the wealth of their masters.

But there was something in her gaze that made Sukuna pause. She wasn’t just a tool. She was… more. A force unto herself.

As she walked past him, Sukuna couldn’t help but let his gaze linger on her. The way her body moved—fluid, yet strong—was captivating. But there was a heaviness in the way she carried herself, a quiet sadness beneath the surface. She was not here to indulge in the revelry; she was here because she had no choice.

Sukuna watched her from the shadows, aware of the tension in the air around her. He had seen many women like her in his life, used and discarded, yet there was something about this one that set her apart. He couldn’t quite place it, but it intrigued him.

Without knowing why, his thoughts lingered on her even as Gojo continued to prattle on, the noise of the revelry becoming a dull hum in the background. The night’s lustful energy, the meaningless games of power, all seemed to fade as he watched her disappear into the crowd.

He did not know who she was. But Sukuna knew, deep down, that she was different. He was drawn to her in a way he hadn’t felt in years. Perhaps it was because of the strength in her eyes. Perhaps it was because she reminded him of something he had long forgotten.

He turned his attention back to Gojo, who was still laughing and chatting with a circle of nobles, oblivious to the fleeting moment that had just passed. But Sukuna’s thoughts were no longer on the party, the wine, or the revelry. They were on the woman who had crossed the threshold of his world.

For the first time that night, Sukuna felt a flicker of something he hadn’t known he needed.

Curiosity.

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The night continued its decadent rhythm, a never-ending flow of laughter, music, and murmurs of desire. Gojo’s eyes remained bright, his infectious energy lighting up the entire room. He moved through the crowd with ease, greeting guests, sharing toasts, and basking in the glory of his own success. Yet, amidst the festivities, he couldn’t help but notice something strange.

Sukuna, the mighty warrior, the most feared gladiator in the empire, was no longer absorbed in the chaos of the revelry. The sharp, crimson eyes that had once been a beacon of indifference now seemed to be focused on something—someone—in the crowd. And Gojo, ever the observant one, couldn’t help but notice the change.

Leaning back on his throne, his posture relaxed but sharp, Gojo raised an eyebrow. He took a casual sip from his goblet, watching Sukuna’s eyes follow the woman who had just entered the room. The quiet intensity in his gaze was palpable. The way his eyes narrowed slightly, tracking her every move. Gojo had seen Sukuna fight countless opponents, tearing through armies and slaughtering enemies with ruthless efficiency. But this? This was different.

Gojo let out a low chuckle, his voice laced with playful amusement. “I never knew a woman could draw your attention like this,” Gojo remarked, his tone light, yet sharp enough to catch Sukuna off guard. He leaned forward, his grin widening as he continued, “I mean, usually it’s all about fighting, killing, and causing chaos with you. Never thought I’d see the day you’d actually pause to look at someone.”

Sukuna’s gaze snapped back to Gojo, his expression unreadable for a moment. The teasing tone in Gojo’s voice didn’t faze him; it never did. But something about the words, something about the observation, hit a nerve. His crimson eyes flickered briefly toward the woman again, and then he turned back to Gojo.

“You’re a fool,” Sukuna muttered, his voice low but carrying a hint of something unspoken. The air around him shifted ever so slightly, as if the conversation was suddenly charged with an invisible tension. He didn’t need to say more; Gojo could read between the lines. Sukuna was a warrior—a man who had lived a lifetime of violence, bloodshed, and power. Women were little more than fleeting distractions to him, tools or prizes, never something to truly capture his interest. But this woman, this golden-skinned enigma with eyes that held the world, had done something Sukuna couldn’t explain.

Gojo’s grin didn’t falter. He wasn’t blind to the subtle shift in Sukuna’s demeanor. The warrior had always been a creature of brute force, focused solely on conquest and dominance. But this… this was new. It was an unfamiliar feeling in a man who had been untouchable for so long.

“So, you’ve noticed, then?” Gojo said with a raised eyebrow, his voice laced with playful mockery. He leaned closer, his voice lowering as if sharing a secret with the most dangerous man in the room. “I don’t know what it is about her, but she’s different, isn’t she? There’s power in her gaze, a kind of fire that matches your own. She might even be more than you think.”

Sukuna didn’t respond immediately. His eyes were still fixed on her as she moved gracefully through the crowd, her every step seemingly effortless. The golden patterns on her body shimmered in the light, and the subtle way she carried herself—strong yet guarded—only intrigued him more. There was an aura around her, a strength that reminded him of something he hadn’t felt in years: the feeling of being challenged, of meeting someone who wasn’t easily cowed by power or violence.

Gojo continued to watch him with amusement, taking another sip of his wine. The two men had known each other for years, fought side by side in countless battles, and yet Gojo still found Sukuna unpredictable, a force of nature he could never fully understand. It was moments like these—moments when Sukuna’s usual indifference cracked—that fascinated Gojo the most.

“Don’t tell me,” Gojo continued, a teasing edge to his voice. “Are you thinking of claiming her? You’ve never been one to share, Sukuna. And trust me, if you think she’s just another trophy to add to your collection, you’re dead wrong. There’s something about her that even you can’t conquer through sheer force.”

Sukuna’s gaze sharpened as Gojo’s words lingered in the air. It wasn’t a challenge—Gojo wasn’t foolish enough to question Sukuna’s power—but it was a reminder. A reminder that there were forces beyond strength and brutality. Forces of will, of defiance. He could break men, tear down cities, but could he conquer someone like her?

“I don’t know what she is,” Sukuna replied, his voice a low growl. “But I feel… something. A fire. And that’s enough to pique my interest.”

Gojo let out another soft laugh, not out of mockery, but out of genuine amusement. “Well, look at that. Even the king of demons can be intrigued.”

The two men fell silent for a moment, their attention momentarily drawn away from the revelry as they both watched the woman navigate the crowd. Sukuna could feel the weight of her gaze, even from across the room. And though his mind screamed to focus on the task at hand, to stay detached, there was an unfamiliar sensation rising within him. Was it curiosity? Perhaps. Or something deeper, something buried beneath years of violence and conquest.

“Go on,” Gojo said, breaking the silence. “I can already tell you’re thinking about it. Go talk to her. You’ve never shied away from a fight, so why shy away from this?”Sukuna turned his gaze back to Gojo, his eyes narrowing slightly, but there was a flicker of something—something that hadn’t been there before.

“I’ll decide when the time is right,” Sukuna replied, his voice firm. He wasn’t one to act impulsively, not even with something as intriguing as this woman. But Gojo was right about one thing—there was something about her, something that stirred him in a way he couldn’t fully comprehend.

As the night continued, Sukuna’s mind never strayed too far from the golden-skinned woman. He knew this was more than just a passing infatuation. Whatever it was between them, it would unfold in time. And when it did, he would be ready. But for now, he stayed in the shadows, watching, waiting—like a predator observing its prey. Only this time, it wasn’t about domination or victory. It was about something far more complex.

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Homemade Basil Pesto Recipe

Homemade basil pesto is a wonderfully versatile and tasty sauce/spread made from a handful of flavorful ingredients. It comes together in minutes and tastes worlds better than store-bought because it’s so fresh. (Just like with lemon curd, store-bought pesto is nothing like real, FRESHLY made pesto!)

The uses for pesto are virtually endless, and you can use it in recipes like pesto pizza and pesto shrimp. Or use it as pasta sauce, drizzle it over grilled chicken, eggs, or roasted vegetables, spread it on sandwiches or homemade bread, or even swirl into hummus or minestrone soup.

homemade basil pesto

Today’s homemade basil pesto recipe is my absolute favorite. It’s classic, simple, flavorful, and completely fresh. You’ll appreciate how easily it comes together and that it tastes infinitely better than store-bought versions. Homemade pesto can be a dip, sauce, or spread and pairs wonderfully with so many flavors. Bottom line? Pesto is an easy way to instantly elevate any savory dish.

Originating in Genoa, Italy, pesto was traditionally made by crushing the ingredients with a mortar and pestle. Now it’s typically done with the convenience of electric tools like a food processor or blender. You don’t need to cook it at all, unless you want to roast the garlic first.

This Homemade Basil Pesto Is:

Fresh and flavorful

Incredibly versatile

Ready in minutes

Made with just a few ingredients

Easy to customize with what you have on hand

Extra flavorful with roasted garlic

fresh basil

parmesan cheese, roasted garlic, pine nuts, olive oil, lemon, and basil on countertop.

Key Ingredients You Need & Why

Basil: Fresh basil leaves are the base of this pesto recipe. Rinse and pat dry before using.

Pine Nuts: Pine nuts add structure and a light nutty flavor to the pesto. If I’m having trouble finding pine nuts, sometimes I’ll swap them for walnuts, pistachios, or almonds.

Parmesan Cheese: Fresh parmesan cheese adds a little saltiness and helps the pesto stick together. In place of parmesan (aka parmigiano-reggiano), you can use any Italian-style hard cheese, such as pecorino romano, asiago, or grana padano.

Garlic: It goes without saying that garlic adds incredible flavor to homemade pesto. I urge you to try using roasted garlic because the flavor isn’t as harsh as raw garlic. (Here’s how to roast garlic.)

Olive Oil: Olive oil is the main liquid and helps create a creamy, rich consistency.

Lemon Juice: 1 teaspoon of fresh lemon juice brightens everything up and really helps the other flavors shine. Many recipes don’t call for it, but I highly recommend it.

Salt & Pepper: Both add flavor and you can add them to taste.

Make it your own: For a twist, try adding your favorite herbs like cilantro, mint, or parsley; your favorite spices like cayenne, ground ginger, paprika, or crushed red pepper flakes; or add a dash of your favorite hot sauce.

FAQ: What Can I Use Instead of Basil?

When fresh basil isn’t in season, it can be really pricey or even impossible to find. I like to use kale, spinach, or arugula in its place. You can find the kale variation I like to use in this pesto pasta salad recipe.

FAQ: What Can I Use Instead of Pine Nuts?

Pine nuts can be really expensive, not to mention hard to find! Walnuts, pistachios, and almonds are all great 1:1 substitutes and you can’t really detect a flavor difference in the finished pesto.

For nut-free pesto, try pumpkin seeds, hemp seeds, sunflower seeds, or cooked and cooled edamame.

pesto in food processor

Overview: How to Make Homemade Basil Pesto

Basil pesto comes together in a matter of minutes using a food processor or blender; just a few pulses and you’re done. The ingredients blend together rather easily, so if you don’t have a fancy food processor, don’t worry. It will still taste like pesto and it will still be good. (It’s hard to mess this up.)

Blend the basil, pine nuts, cheese, and garlic together in a food processor or blender. Add the olive oil and pulse/process to blend. Scrape down the sides of the blender bowl, then add the lemon juice, salt, and pepper. Pulse this mixture until everything is blended together and relatively smooth. Taste and add more seasoning and any extra herbs/spices if desired.

Can I double or triple the recipe? Yes, you can easily scale up this recipe if your food processor/blender has the room!

spoonful of homemade basil pesto coming out of a jar.

How to Use Homemade Pesto

If you need inspiration, here are MANY ways you can use this basil pesto:

Pesto Tortellini: Use as a sauce over cooked tortellini with parmesan cheese and fresh diced tomatoes.

Shrimp: Try my creamy pesto shrimp for dinner—it’s super quick!

Pizza: Use it in place of pizza sauce on pizza crust; here is my pesto pizza recipe.

Pesto Bruschetta: Bake slices of a fresh baguette in a 400°F (204°C) oven until golden. Top with pesto, parmesan cheese, and diced fresh tomatoes.

Stuffed Peppers: Use pesto in my sausage stuffed peppers recipe instead of the chicken broth. (Same amount—tastes fantastic.)

Focaccia: Skip the herbed olive oil topping on focaccia (step 8) and spread 1/2 cup of pesto all over the dough instead.

Star Bread: Use my star bread recipe and reduce the amount of sugar in the dough to 1 Tablespoon. Spread 1 heaping Tablespoon of pesto onto each of the 3 circles. (3 Tbsp. total.) Top each with a light layer of shredded cheese, herbs, and/or chopped pepperoni.

Pesto Sandwich: Spread pesto on toasted bread, and add your favorite cheese or meat, greens, and tomato.

Pesto Grilled Cheese: Brush 2 slices of thick-cut crusty bread (like artisan bread) with pesto, add provolone or cheddar cheese, butter the outside of the bread, and cook both sides on a griddle or skillet until golden brown.

Swirl in Soup: Swirl a few spoonfuls into a bowl of minestrone soup.

Hummus: Blend 2 Tablespoons of pesto with parmesan garlic hummus.

As a Dip: Use it as a dip for homemade bread, breadsticks, crackers, or pizza pull apart rolls.

As a Spread: Spread it on olive bread or seeded oat bread.

As a Topping: Drizzle over cooked meats, fish, eggs, chicken meatballs, or roasted vegetables.

slices of pesto pizza made with mozzarella cheese and fresh pesto on top.

creamy pesto shrimp

Pesto pizza & creamy pesto shrimp recipes.

FAQ: How Long Does Homemade Pesto Last?

You can store this basil pesto in a jar or sealable container, then tightly seal and refrigerate for up to 1 week or freeze for up to 2–3 months. Let it thaw at room temperature or in the refrigerator.

To prevent your pesto from browning in the fridge, pour a layer of olive oil on top before tightly covering or sealing the pesto.

You could also freeze the fresh pesto in small amounts, in a greased ice cube tray, and then thaw the amount you need for a recipe when you need it, so you don’t have as much leftover to store in the fridge.

spoonful of homemade basil pesto coming out of a jar.

Easy Homemade Pesto Recipe

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Author: Sally

Prep Time: 10 minutes

Cook Time: 0 minutes

Total Time: 10 minutes

Yield: 1 cup

Description

This is how I make classic basil pesto at home. It’s incredibly simple and flavorful and uses only a handful of fresh ingredients.

Ingredients

2 cups (60g) fresh basil leaves*

1/3 cup (48g) pine nuts*

1/3 cup (25g) freshly grated or shredded parmesan cheese

3 small cloves garlic (roasted garlic or fresh)*

1/3 cup (80ml) olive oil

1 teaspoon fresh lemon juice

1/4 teaspoon salt

freshly ground black pepper, to taste

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Instructions

Pulse the basil, pine nuts, cheese, and garlic together in a food processor or blender. Scrape down the sides, then add the oil, lemon juice, and salt. Pulse until everything is blended together and relatively smooth. Add a drizzle more olive oil to thin out, if desired. Taste and add pepper (and/or more salt) if desired. I always add a pinch of pepper.

Store pesto in a jar or sealable container, tightly seal, and refrigerate for up to 1 week.

Notes

Storing & Freezing Instructions: You can store this basil pesto in a jar or sealable container, then tightly seal and refrigerate for up to 1 week. To prevent browning, pour a layer of olive oil on top of the pesto before sealing. Freeze the pesto for up to 2–3 months. You can freeze it in greased ice cube trays and thaw small portions at a time. Let it thaw at room temperature or in the refrigerator.

Special Tools (affiliate links): Food Processor or Blender

Basil or Other Greens: Instead of basil, try other greens like spinach, kale, or arugula. No matter which greens you choose, rinse and pat dry before using.

Nuts: If I’m having trouble finding pine nuts, sometimes I’ll swap them for walnuts, pistachios, or almonds. For a nut-free version, try cooked and cooled edamame, pumpkin seeds, hemp seeds, or sunflower seeds.

Parmesan Cheese: In place of fresh parmesan (aka parmigiano-reggiano), you can use any Italian-style hard cheese, such as pecorino romano, asiago, or grana padano.

Garlic: If you don’t have fresh garlic cloves, use 3 teaspoons minced garlic from the jar.

Other Pesto Variations: Try adding your favorite herbs like cilantro, mint, or parsley. Add your favorite spices like cayenne, ground ginger, paprika, or crushed red pepper flakes. Or add a dash of your favorite hot sauce.

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chapter four of "meddle about" series brian o'conner x reader

iv. the shitty, yet perfect car

"What about parts and service?" Mia asked as she held a folder full of papers in her hands. Y/n and Letty stood by a car, fixing it up. 

"Hold off on that." Dom answered.

"But, Dom, I don't know what to do with--" Mia cut herself off as a nasty, old wrecked, car was backed into the garage. 

"All right, what the hell is this?" Dom asked Brian, coming closer. Everyone else came closer as well, wanting to know what the hell that thing was. "What do you got there?"

"This is your car." Brian said, proudly.

"My car?" Dom pointed to himself as Jesse hit on the side of it with his fist. "I said a ten-second car, not a ten-minute car."

"You could push this across the finish line, or tow it." Y/n said making Letty laugh. 

"You couldn't even tow that across the finish line." Dom said.

"No faith." Brian shook his head a little with a smile, as the group laughed.

"Oh, I have faith in you, but this isn't a junkyard." Dom said, gesturing to the car. "This is a garage."

"Hey, pop the hood." Brian told Jesse

"Pop the hood?"

"Pop the hood." Brian grinned at Dom. The team moved the car into the garage where Jesse opened the hood, making it fall completely off. 

"Two J.Z. engine. No shit." Jesse said. 

"Goddamn, look at that thing." Y/n leaned closer to inspect it. 

"And what did I tell you?" Brian smiled, crossing his arms.

"I retract my previous statement." Dom said, a little impressed.

"You know what?" Jesse said holding onto the crowbar he used to open the hood. "This will decimate all after you put about fifteen grand in it or more, if we have to overnight parts from Japan."

"We'll put it on my tab at Harry's." Dom said. 

"Yes!" 

"I gotta get you racing again so I can make some money off your ass." Dom said to Brian. "There's a show down in the desert called Race Wars and that's where you'll do it." Dom started to walk away but stopped and turned to Brian. I'll tell you what. When you're not workin' at Harry's, you're workin' here. If you can't find the right tool in this garage, Mr. Arizona, you don't belong near a car." 

Y/n walked closer to Brian with a smirk, she got close enough to feel his breath on her face, "Guess your his bitch now." She chuckled at her comment before going working on her car.

The next day after a morning at the garage, the Toretto family decided to make the team a family dinner. 

"Mia! Y/n! Come on, the chicken's dry already." Dom called out to them as Monty and himself grilled the chicken. 

"Oh, shut it, we're coming!" Y/n called back to him, as she, Mia, Jesse, and Brian walked out the door bringing the things to set the table. Once the table was set and the food was placed onto it, they sat down, ready to eat. 

"Wait. Hold up." Dom said, as Jesse grabbed a piece of chicken. "Because you were the first out of everyone here to reach in to get the chicken, you say grace."

Everyone bowed their heads, and locked their hands.

"Dear heavenly, uh--" Jesse blanked for a moment, making Y/n want to burst out laughing. 

"Spirit." Leon finished for him.

"Spirit. Thank you." Jesse continued. "Uh, thank you for providing us with a direct port nitrous, uh, injection," Y/n let out a quiet snort making Brian nudge her side in amusement. "Four-core intercoolers and ball-bearing turbos, and, um, titanium valve springs. Thank you."

"Amen!" Leon said, as the rest of them clapped.  

"He was prayin' to the car gods, man." Letty said, amused.  

"If he's not the best--" Dom said with a smile, as he passed the plate of chicken around.

"Look who it is." Leon said. Y/n turned her head to see Vince walking towards them. "Old Coyotes 'R' Us. I thought you we're hungry, pumpkin."

Y/n's face dropped from joy to annoyance. Brian saw this and placed a comforting hand on her thigh. She looked at him and then down at his hand. He quickly pulled it away and before he could apologize, she put it back, placing hers on top of it. 

"You know, I gotta eat." Vince said. 

"He's always hungry." Letty said, blankly.

"All right, sit down." Dom waved him over. As Vince passed, he rubbed Dom's head inaudibly saying thank you. Vince greeted Mia before patting his brother's shoulder. His eyes fell onto Y/n as he sat down but she converted hers to Brian, who smiled at her making her smile back. 

After dinner, the team went to the living room to watch a movie. Y/n decided to wash the dishes, opting to do it then rather than later. 

"You need a hand with anything else?" Brian asked, bringing in the rest of the plates. 

"No, I'm good." Y/n said, focusing on the dishes. "You can go join the boys watchin' the movie."

"No, you see, the cook doesn't clean where I come from." Brian said, slipped beside her. He took a towel and started drying the already clean plates and cutlery. 

"Yeah?" Y/n questioned, glancing at him. "I'd love to go there." She then remembered something from a few days ago. "Hey, you remember you were gonna ask me something the day of the race?" She asked after a beat of silence. She stopped and turned, leaning her back against the sink. "What was it?"

Brian sighed and sat the plate he was drying down, "I was gonna ask you out. Which reminds me, do you wanna go out with me?"

Y/n tapped her lips in thought, "Hmmm, I don't know. I don't really date my cousin's friends."

"Oh, well, I guess I'll have to kick his ass then."

Y/n tried to hid her smile as she nodded her head, "Oh, yeah, I'd love to see that one. I would even pay to see it."

"Okay, but seriously. Am I gonna have to get on my knees and beg you or?" 

Y/n smile grew even more, her heart bursting with adoration. "I don't know. You on your knees sounds like a good sight to see."

Y/n's head turned at the sound of the microwave opening. Vince let out a wheeze as he popped in a bag of popcorn. 

"Wash my car when you get done." he said, laughing.

"Excuse me?" Y/n glared at him. 

"No, Y/n, I'm talking to the punk. And wear your favorite dress, 'cause when you're done, I'm puttin' you on the street where you belong, cutie." Y/n bit her tongue so hard she could taste blood. Vince laughed before looking back at the microwave. He pushed some buttons and hit the side. "Is this thing broken? What's wrong with this thing?"

She couldn't stay quiet anymore. "V?" She walked closer, grabbing his attention. "V, what was that Cuban restaurant you wanted to take me to? The one with the picadillo and the--"

"Little red candles and the wooden table?" Vince grinned.

"Yeah," Y/n said, coming a bit closer. "the plantain too. I see it all over the place, what's it called?"

"Cha Cha Cha." Vince said, still grinning. Y/n grinned back and she turned to Brian, walking closer to him. "Well, you can take me there. Does Friday night at 10 sound good to you?"

"Yeah, it's perfect." Brian said. 

"Good." Y/n said, looking down at his lips before going back up to his eyes. The two of them looked at Vince, who was backing out of the kitchen. He hit the door as he walked, angry.

"Make your own goddamn popcorn!" they heard Vince shout. Y/n placed a hand over her mouth to keep in her giggles. Brian smiled, not believing he's got a date with the most beautiful girl he's ever seen. 

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4. COOK OUT

"WHAT about parts and service?" Mia asked as she held a folder in her hands.

Letty stood by a car, fixing it up, just as Carson came over, gleeful that she found the right paint to apply to her car.

Now she had excess money for the designs, rims and the stereo, soon she would drop by Harry's to get it and in turn, she would see Brian. She hoped he would be by with the 10-second car he promised, if not the car the parts, good, shiny, glistening parts that would send Jesse into a frenzy.

"Hold off on that," Dom answered.

"But, Dom, I don't know what to do with--" Mia cut herself off, eyes doubling in size at the sight of a nasty, old wrecked car, backing into the garage.

Carson's mouth gaped open.

"All right, what the hell is this?" Dom asked Brian, coming closer as did everyone else, wanting to know what the hell that thing was. "What do you got there?"

"This is your car," Brian said, proudly, earning a deadpanned look from Carson.

She blinked, "Brian, why are you tryin' me today?"

"Her car?" Dom pointed to himself as Jesse hit on the side of it with his fist. "I told you, she's a brat and one accepts nothin' less than a said a 10-second car, not a 10-minute car."

"Can you even imagine me near this thing? Respect me please," Carson said, making Letty laugh.

"Maybe you could push this across the finish line, or tow it." Jesse chuckled, staring at his friend who flipped him off.

"You couldn't even tow that across the finish line," Dom said. "Not with those nails anyway."

Carson motioned to her throat and grazed it with her acrylic nails, making Mia and Letty laugh.

"No faith." Brian shook his head a little with a smile, as the group laughed.

"Oh, I have faith in you, but this isn't a junkyard," Dom said, gesturing to the car. "This is a garage."

"Hey, pop the hood," Brian told Jesse.

Dom chuckled, "Pop the hood?"

"Pop the hood." Brian grinned at Dom. The team moved the car into the garage where Jesse opened the hood, making it fall completely off.

"Two J.Z. engine. No shit." Jesse said.

"Goddamn, look at that thing." Carson leaned closer to inspect it. "So pretty."

"And what did I tell you?" Brian smiled, crossing his arms.

"I retract my previous statement," Dom said, a little impressed.

"The car's still busted though," Carson mumbled, and Brian snorted.

"You know what?" Jesse said holding onto the crowbar he used to open the hood. "This will decimate all after you put about fifteen grand in it or more if we have to overnight parts from Japan."

"We'll put it on my tab at Harry's," Dom said.

"Yes!" Jesse sprinted off.

"I want the turbine and compressor," Carson said definitively.

Dom pondered, knowing she had every right to it and nodded.

"Jesse will be able to replicate the J.Z. but let him work his magic first."

Carson agreed, turning back to the engine, smiling at how shiny it looked.

"Now, I gotta get you racing again so I can make some money off your ass," Dom said to smiling Brian. "There's a showdown in the desert called Race Wars and that's where you'll do it." Mia and Carson exchanged an apprehensive look, "I'll tell you what. When you're not workin' at Harry's, you're workin' here. If you can't find the right tool in this garage, Mr. Arizona, you don't belong near a car."

Brian faced Carson with a smirk.

"What?" She waited for an answer, strolling over to him as everyone went back to their work.

His expression didn't falter which made her laugh.

"Boy, you're so stupid," she said, shaking her head.

"Yeah, text me that tonight," Brain quipped.

"Don't sweat it, you know I will."

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The next day after a morning at the garage, it was time for an old-fashioned cookout or what other people called the Toretto family BQQ.

"Mia! Carson! Come on, the chicken's dry already." Dom called out to them as he grilled the chicken.

"Oh, shut it, we're coming!" Mia called back to him, as she, Jesse, and Brian walked out, some with food in hand, whilst the others set the table.

Dom greeted Mia, with a warm embrace just before everything was set and they sat down, ready to dig in.

Dom looked around, "Where's Summer?"

"Glued to the mirror," Mia replied, sitting down.

Carson finally emerged from the kitchen after checking her outfit, she wanted to look on point, for herself obviously, but maybe, just maybe a small part of her wanted Brian's attention.

The blonde had a double take when she came out of the house wearing a sheer pink two-piece that clung to all the right places. Her hair was up in a ponytail and silver earrings swung with every step. Her cross necklace settled above her cleavage and her glossy lips shone brighter than the sun.

"Damn," Leon muttered, shaking his head then turning back to the food before receiving a scolding lecture from Dom.

"You gotta little drool from your face, man, gonna ruin the grub," Jesse joked, snapping his fingers in Brian's face whilst Letty and Mia snickered to themselves.

Dom smiled at Carson, "Dressin' up for the family huh?"

She innocently smiled, "You know I always liked to look nice."

"And it's all for me," Letty winked at her, then innocently shrugged her shoulders after Dom playfully glared.

When Carson finally sat down next to Brian, it was clear to everyone that he was extremely happy about it.

He shot her subtle glances, even leaning over to say, "I still wanna see if it's true."

"What's true?" She said just as quietly as he did.

"The blacker the berry the sweeter the juice," he teased correctly this time.

She shook her head with a smile matching his, and when her head snapped up, Mia and Letty from opposite them were mimicking them.

Just as Leon went to sip on his corona, a familiar voice was heard.

"Sorry I'm late y'all," they all welcomed Keelie when she jogged over.

She closed the nail salon slightly early so she could attend one of Dom's family BBQs. In the past couple of years she'd known the man, he'd passed the invitation to her three or four times which she appreciated and made sure never to turn down.

"Almost missed Jesse crackin' his head open," Carson filled her in, as Keelie went around the table dapping up the guys and kissing the girl's cheeks.

Jesse craned his neck to the side, "You're lame for lyin', I was balancin' when I did that handstand."

"Failin' at it," Leon commented.

"Badly," Letty laughed, "Very badly. Still got any brain cells brother?"

"Doubt it," Carson stuck out her tongue when Jesse pretended to try and jump around Brian who playfully pushed him back down, despite the seriousness of his actions.

"Hey! Stop, sit down," Dom instructed and Jesse reluctantly did so.

Keelie finally reached her chair, next to Mia, who surprisingly greeted her with a kiss, much to everyone's surprise.

"Woah," Leon choked on his beer.

Jesse looked to the sky, "There is a God."

"Don't be creepy," Carson hissed, then immediately squealed at the sight of her two blushing friends.

"Cats finally out of the bag," Brian murmured just before they all turned to a calm Dom.

"About time," he spoke up, grinning at the two women.

"You knew?" They said in unison.

"Torettos ain't known for subtlety," he replied, pointing his finger toward Mia, who laughed, "Plus you need to start puttin' a sock on your door."

"Gettin' busy in Casa Toretto," Letty nudged her friend.

"You can't say anythin', Leticia," Keelie shut her down.

Dom smirked and Letty narrowed her eyes.

"Nothing at all," Carson added, then looked at Mia, "Hey girl, if KeKe screws you over, my doors always open."

"Shut up," Keelie chucked a piece of bread at her.

Mia snorted, "I'll keep that in mind."

Keelie's eyes darted towards Brian, "Blondie, control your girl."

Brian seemed to like that term.

"I'm not his girl," Carson said melodically, and no one took it seriously.

"Not yet," Brian said, promisingly, creeping his hand onto her lower bare thigh, before she slapped it away, despite wanting it to remain there.

"Wait. Hold up." Dom said as Jesse grabbed a piece of chicken amid all the commotion. "Because you were the first out of everyone here to reach in to get the chicken, you say grace."

Everyone bowed their heads and held hands.

Brian's thumb trailed over the back of Carson's hand, extracting a soft smile from her. He was really sending her heartbeat levels into a craze.

"Dear heavenly, uh--" Jesse blanked for a moment, amusing everyone.

"Spirit." Leon finished for him.

"Spirit. Thank you." Jesse continued. "Uh, thank you for providing us with a direct port nitrous, uh, injection," Carson held back a shriek when Brian pinched her side for laughing. "Four-core intercoolers and ball-bearing turbos, and, um, titanium valve springs. Thank you."

"Amen!" Leon said and the rest of them clapped.

"He was prayin' to the car gods, man." Letty praised, ready to dig in.

"If he's not the best," Dom said smiling, as he passed the plate of chicken around.

Carson tried her best not to make a mess; one, not to ruin her outfit and makeup and two, because she knew if Brain wasn't here, she would tear up the table.

"Look who it is," Leon said. They all turned their heads to see Vince walking towards them after calming down from his earlier strop. Keelie's mood faltered. "Old Coyotes 'R' Us. I thought you were hungry, pumpkin."

Carson could tell her closest friend wasn't excited by Vince's presence nor was Brian. So she blew a kiss to Keelie and allowed Brian to rest his hand on her thigh, for comfort of course.

"You know, I gotta eat." Vince shrugged off any insults thrown his way.

"He's always hungry," Letty said, blankly.

"All right, sit down." Dom waved him over. As Vince passed, he rubbed Dom's head, saying thank you. Vince greeted Mia, Letty and even Keelie before nodding at the rest of them. His eyes found a smiling Carson, and just as he was about to mirror her expression, he saw Brian sitting there.

"Sup Vincent," Carson tried drawing his attention.

"Summer, lookin' good," Vince complimented.

"Feelin' it too."

Brian almost scoffed when his drink was snatched by Vince but Carson's nails trailed along his thigh, making some of the tension filling his body deflate.

As they started digging into the food, Dom softly asked Vince, "So how's your mom?..."

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After dinner, the team went to the living room to watch a movie. Carson lost rock paper and scissors and had to do the dishes. She hated it – getting water all up her arms and gunk in her nails – even when she used gloves she hated it, which is why everyone took in so much pleasure in seeing her do it. Jesse picked the movie: Scream 3, which she would be missing out on the beginning all because of a bunch of dirty dishes.

"Need a hand?" Brian chuckled when he walked into the kitchen, Carson hadn't begun and didn't look like she was about to.

"You gonna do it for me?" she asked, pouting slightly and he nodded, coming over. "Thanks."

"But you're gonna have to stay in the room, you know, to keep me company," he explained, slipping beside her and picking up a plate.

She nodded, more enthusiastically than she should, "Of course."

"You had a good time?" Brian asked, placing the rest of the plates in the sink.

"When I eat somethin' I don't have to cook, I always have a good time," she told him.

"Good to know, at least I know what to plan for our date," Brain wasn't joking at all.

"You wanna take me out so bad," she said through her laughter.

He hummed, "I do."

Carson's eyes darted between him and the plate he was drying up before a mischievous smile started to form on her face.

"Okay, I'll go out with you," Brian literally almost dropped the plate out of shock drawing a giggle from her, "but as a pity date since you lost against me."

"A pity date?" his excitement didn't falter.

"Yeah, a pity date, take it or leave it," Carson teased, folding her arms and suddenly all the dishes were forgotten.

He wiped his hands, turning to face her, "I'd be a fool to leave it wouldn't I?"

"The biggest," she agreed, beaming up at him. Brain neared closer, extending an arm around her, caging her against the counter. "So, where are we goin'?"

His eyes dropped to her chest, seeing how quickly it rose and fell, no doubt due to their proximity.

"Where did you want me to take you?" his voice sounded huskier than she expected, which made her hands reach out to his forearms, "You wanna eat right?" she slowly nodded gaze moving between his lips and eyes, "I'll make sure you do."

Damn, this man made her mouth water.

But before he could say anything else, the sound of the microwave roughly opening had them jumping apart.

Vince had been glaring the moment he stumbled into the kitchen, grossed out by the fact Brian was all over his surrogate sister.

He chucked in a bag of popcorn, drunkenly glancing around.

"Wash my car when you get done," he said, bitterly laughing.

"I know you're not talkin' to me." Carson glared at him, annoyed that he ruined their little moment.

"No, Summer, I'm talking to the punk. And wear your favourite dress, 'cause when you're done, I'm puttin' you on the street where you belong cutie." Carson looked up at Brian, seeing how hard his jaw was clenched. Vince snickered to himself, turning to face the microwave. He pushed some buttons and hit the side. "Is this thing broken? What's wrong with this thing?"

Carson rolled her eyes, shuffling closer to the macho man, "V?" she exclaimed, getting his attention. "Vincent, what was that Cuban restaurant you rave about? The one with the picadillo and the --"

"Little red candles and the wooden table?" Vince answered, slightly confused.

"Yeah," Carson hummed, coming to stand in front of him. "The plantain too. You know I love that stuff, what's it called?"

"Cha Cha Cha," Vince said, raising a brow.

Carson clapped, clasping her hands together and turned back to Brian, walking a little closer over.

"Well, you can take me there, for our date. Pick me up Friday night at 10. Cool?" she asked.

"Yeah, it's cool," Brian nodded, trying to suppress his excitement. Their date would be in 5 days. "For a pity date."

"Yeah, for a pity," Carson grinned.

The two turned around when Vince angrily backed out of the room, hitting the door when he stormed out.

They heard him yell, "Make your own goddamn popcorn!"

"Christ," Carson laughed as Brian started washing up again, side-eying her outfit.

"I forgot to tell you somethin'," He said.

"Keepin' secrets already?" she teased, earning a nervous chuckle, "What's up?"

"You look amazin' today," he cheekily smiled at her.

Carson just rolled her eyes but muttered a small thank you before she started talking about all the changes she was going to make to her car. She ranted and stammered occasionally and yet he listened intently, nodding along and sliding in his input when needed.

He couldn't wait for their date, he was going out with the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen.

And to him, that made him a winner.

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a/n:

what I've realised is that this movie took place over at least a month or three weeks, nothing more. it feels like less time but i can't tell. all i know is that you can catch feelings in one setting just depends on the person. so if carson and brian seem like they're going very quickly its because they are.

how are you liking the story? (btw I've started posting it on tumblr as well).

[tedcicle]

swagger SDMP day 4 highlights - swagger first improved his tools, getting a fortune 3 neptunium pickaxe (from aquaculture) and getting stacks of ore (diamonds, iron, etc) from a hollow hill in the twilight forest - the rest of stream was dedicated to working on his restaurant/dispensary, swagger's hasherdabbery (a play on words on haberdashery. hash and dabs like weed. you get it)

- here are some screenshots of the build! (the menu is transcribed under the cut)

Breakfast: 2x Fried Egg, 1 gold Egg Sandwich, 2 gold Bacon and Eggs, 3 gold Lunch: Grilled Salmon, 5 gold Mushroom Rice (vg, gf), 3 gold 3x Kelp Rolls (vg, gf), 2 gold Dinner: Plate of Roast Chicken, 5 gold Bowl of Stuffed Pumpkin Soup, 5 gold Dessert: 3x Sweet Berry Cookies, 3 gold Slice of Chocolate Pie, 4 gold

[brunoschneider]

How I Smoke the Best Chicken

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[tainted-by-skeletons]

Age Regression in Underswap! (Part 2)

As we walked out of the restaurant I quietly hoped Muffet would buy my story about holding onto the pacifier for a friend. I sneak into Muffet's a lot when Sans and Papyrus aren't watching me.

“Why did you have that pacifier in your pocket for so long? I wouldn't mind keeping it safe for you if you don't want to accidentally drop it.” Sans offered.

“Ah! I-I um. I just… didn't want to forget it somewhere.”

“I'll keep it safe for you then! Don't worry. I never forget where my things are. I'm actually organized! Unlike my messy brother.”

Sans put his hand out and I panicked. I didn't say a word and simply gave him my pacifier.

“Tha-thanks…”

Sans walked me back to his house. When we went in we found Papyrus sitting on the couch watching TV. He looked over. As if he somehow knew it would scare me he asked,

“What's that in your hand bro?”

“It's Y/N’s pacifier!”

“Uhhhh. Okay.” Papyrus said with a shrug.

“I'll go put it upstairs now.” Sans said without explaining anything else.

“I! But! But! You didn't! Wh-why!” I sputtered.

“Pft. Why is your face so red?” Papyrus asked.

I made another series of embarrassing noises before I stomped up the stairs to follow Sans. Once we were out of earshot of Papyrus I asked him,

“Why did you tell Papyrus about that?!”

“What do you mean? Won't he be confused if he found this in my room? He knows I've never had one.”

“Well shouldn't he think that I've never had one either?"

"What do you mean human? He doesn't know you as well. There's lots of reasons you could have one."

"I... I don't think it's that si-"

Downstairs we suddenly heard, “I'm making dinner tonight!” from Papyrus.

“Wait really?”

That was strange. Sans usually made dinner every night. If he wasn't cooking, Papyrus brought us Muffet's.

“Does “making dinner” mean getting it outside like it usually does?” I asked Sans.

“I don't know! Let's go check.”

We went downstairs to find Papyrus setting up materials to start cooking chicken on the stove. He had everything. Seasonings, tools, and he was even wearing Sans' apron. Which was hilariously small on him.

“I didn't know you could cook.” I said.

“Yeeah.” Papyrus said without looking back at me.

Miffed by his rudeness, I crossed my arms and turned away. While I left to go find a place to sit, Sans questioned Papyrus further.

“What are you cooking for? You usually like to go to Muffet's!”

“M’ making it for Y/N.”

“What?! Why?” I asked, a little louder than I meant to.

“You're made of real organs and muscles. You can't handle eating greasy food so often. If you're going to stay with us for so long then you'll have to eat some fish and vegetables too. But I guess I can start you off easy tonight. I know it's hard to get into healthy food.”

“Uh! Rr-”

Papyrus didn't outright dislike me, but I didn't expect him to do something so thoughtful. I shut up until he was finished cooking. I couldn't possibly think of anything else to say about it.

“I'm done. Go ahead.”

Papyrus set down a plate of grilled chicken and vegetables in front of me. I gave it a try.

“Oh… wow.”

“I hope that means it's good.” Papyrus said.

“Yeah!” I told him.

“Mweheheh! My brother is the best at cooking!” Sans cheered.

“Why doesn't Papyrus cook all the time?!”

“I've got no improvements to make. Sans needs to learn to cook more than I do.”

“Exactly! Practice makes perfect!” Sans agreed.

I shrugged and happily ate the rest of my food. When I was finished, I attempted to collect everyone's dishes to wash them.

“Nah. You're good.” But Papyrus rudely denied me.

“What do you mean I'm good?”

“Don't worry about it.”

“What!” I squeaked.

“Heheh. You don't have to find a way to thank me.”

Something about the way he basically read my mind made me feel embarrassed. I wasn't trying to hide expressing gratitude or anything. But I somehow felt caught by him. I pouted my lips and turned my head away from him. Unsure what else to do, I decided to give up and go to bed. On my way, I looked back at Papyrus for a moment. To my surprise, he was staring at me and smiling a little with his big hand resting on his face.