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Smithereens (Tweek Tweak X GN! Reader)

Smithereens Twenty One Pilots

In which for you Tweek would get messed up, weigh 133.

(smut, 1st person, 20+)

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Tweek sighed upon hearing the bell chime, signaling someone had entered the coffeehouse. Shifting his head to greet them but froze, his brown eyes wide and blinking frantically, his lips remaining parted. He watched my approaching figure, his eyes shifting upwards until they reached my face. The early morning light creating a glow that bounced around the building, illuminating my body, casting an ethereal glaze over his vision which enhanced my beauty, lit aglow like a goddess from Greek mythology.

Indeed, it was his beautiful partner of three years. I had met him in my first year of college, instantly connecting despite the stark difference between us both. He was awkward, fidgety, easily frightened, shame riddled, lacked a spine most days, whereas I was extremely independent, almost to a fault, confident, easy going, strong, loud, very loud, and not afraid to stand up for myself or others. Perhaps at first our friendship was seen as me taking him under my wing, but I didn't see it that way.

Despite how Tweek looked on the outside, he was different on the inside. Sure, he didn't look like he had any muscle or confidence, but when it came to something he believed strongly in, he'd speak up, he'd be confident in his own way. Yet the way he stumbled over his words, twitched and stuttered, made people think he was just another scared critter hiding in his shell. But no, to me, he was the most inspiring, confident man I knew. And that's why I fell so deeply in love with him.

He wasn't constantly flexing his muscles, or the sports team he played on, trying to puff out his chest to impress me, show me how many beers he could chug in one go. He was sweet, considerate, always bringing me a new pastry he'd learned the recipe for, or letting me have just a sip of his coffee that he usually wouldn't let me drink a lot of for some reason. He showed me how he felt in the way he took an interest in the things that I enjoyed, for some reason finding my totally boring hobbies the most fascinating thing he'd ever heard of! He'd show genuine intrigue, curiosity to learn more. He showed me he loved me by being his sweet self. I had never fallen harder.

"Hi Tweek!" Tweek blinked rapidly at my voice, his cheeks flushing as he took in my normal, everyday appearance, not registering my simple words at first. My (e/c) eyes illuminated in the bright sunrays, a gentle smile on my features. He glanced down at my clothing once more, smiling to himself excitedly. He caught himself staring and shook his head, patting his warm cheek. "H-Hi baby!!"

Tweek couldn't help the way he'd constantly get lost in me, no matter what I was doing or wearing, it could be the most boring outfit on earth and he'd still find a way to mindlessly babble incoherently about how pretty I looked. The constant adoration in his heterochromatic eyes, the pink tint on his freckled cheeks. Why, he looked like a lovesick puppy!

"Oh, it's about time you showed up for work, (Y/n)! I have an errand to run with Mrs. Tweak, we'll be back shortly!" Said Mr. Richard Tweak, stepping out from behind the counter and patting my shoulder in a friendly way. As he headed to the glass doors, he spoke up a farewell, "Be sure to keep my boy in check, (Y/n)! Haha!" With that, he had left.

I sighed tiredly before looking up at Tweek with a firm smile, "Sorry I'm late, I was working on that dumb exam all night!" I whined, stepping behind the counter and enveloping his skinny frame in my arms, I let my head rest on his neck, taking in his warmth after walking in the chilly winter air earlier. He had a hint of a tremble against me but I paid no mind, I was used to his jittery twitches after all. He hummed, nuzzling into my neck and mumbling something into my skin. I didn't quite hear him but I pinched his sides playfully which made him yelp and pull away with a giggle, anxiously rubbing his arm with a pink blush.

Tweek watched as I walked into the backroom to grab my apron and hat. Since they had just opened only 3 minutes ago, people would soon be flooding in to get their mornings started with a nice, freshly brewed cup of coffee. The morning rush was something I could always handle fine on my own, but on the days or mornings I wasn't working, Tweek would be all by himself, quickly drowning in the flood of grouchy, tired customers. Which is why I worked a bit overtime to be of some assistance to him.

As the chime of the door met my ears, I quickly stepped back out and watched Tweek handle the next few customers while I listened in on their order, getting started on making their basic black coffees. The morning orders were typically the same. Black coffee, sometimes a packet or two of stevia, a splash of 2%. Or sometimes you'd get the people who'd order a large Frappuccino within the first morning hour. Tweek would always insist on me not judging them, but honestly I was a bit judgmental, also a bit jealous of someone being able to have such a sweet tooth first thing in the morning. So, the first hour went by just fine with the usual simple orders, occasionally packing up a pastry or cooking a fresh breakfast sandwich.

One thing about Tweak Bro's Coffeehouse that made it stand out from your typical chain, was that everything was made in-house and that day. Mr. Tweak would wake up every morning at 4 AM, hours before opening, to get a head start on making the pastries, then show up an hour before opening to cook them. Fresh ingredients such as eggs, spinach, tomatoes came in daily. Meaning I had to learn how to cook a really mean spinach and feta egg wrap, or pesto and mozza bacon sandwich, the list goes on. FYI, Tweek was generally not trusted to use the stove after some pretty serious fiery incidents, which is why he was usually taking the orders while I cooked.

My brain was pretty much on auto pilot every time I turned away from my lovely boyfriend, only he could snap me out of the coffee-brewing, egg-frying robot controlling my body, as easily as flashing me his usual anxious smile or just by getting a whiff of his addicting scent. God, I simply adore him just for existing, never did such a perfect man exist until he came along. He is the love of my life.

My friends weren't too pleased when I broke the news, often poking fun at my taste. 'Why is he SO skinny?', 'he's really not that attractive, but good for you!', 'don't you want a man who'll be able to protect you?', 'I could break his arm in half like a twig-', it was painfully obnoxious how often they inserted their unwanted opinions about him. Eventually, after setting the boundary and even breaking off a few friendships over it, the annoying chatter stopped from my friends, although it still flitted around on campus whenever anyone would see us together. Normally when people shit talked me for my faults or whatever they personally thought was wrong with me, I didn't care in the slightest, because I simply didn't believe them nor support their opinion of me. And at first, I was unbothered by what people would say about my boyfriend Tweek. Because it simply was untrue and I knew that.

But when Tweek had found out, overhearing their disgusting conversations, it hurt him deeply, more than I thought it would. I'm the type to brush things off, but he never was. It ate away at him for weeks, pouring in so much self-doubt and hatred towards himself, it infuriated me. So, I may or may not have threatened people to simply shut the fuck up about it. And they did, at least around us. After it stopped, he slowly felt better, but it took many long, heart wrenching talks about how he felt about himself, thinking he wasn't good enough for me, feeling as though he was too 'weak' and not 'manly enough'. It killed me harder than anything I'd ever felt before.

As much as I had tried to comfort him, to make him feel as though he was enough for me, he didn't really believe in himself still, and he still felt not good enough. I wish with all of my being that I could show him how perfect he was to me, but I understand that everybody is their own worst critic, it takes more than words of reassurance to build someone back up after they had fallen so hard.

As the morning rush came and went, finally things slowed down a bit. The coffeehouse wasn't so packed, most people quick to grab their drink and go, only a few staying behind to sit and enjoy the atmosphere of the place. When I wasn't working, I'd usually hang out here and watch over Tweek, keeping him company for when his anxiety spiked or when things were simply too slow. And I must say, sitting down at a booth with a nice view of the park, a book in hand, and a nice hot chai was an incredibly peaceful experience. Made even better when I get to occasionally watch Tweek do his thing. Ah, I could watch him all day for the rest of my life and never grow bored. Each quirk and mannerism always filling me with fondness, the way his blond tufts were always unkempt, the frazzled or confused expressions when he didn't understand something, the way his nose scrunched every time he reacted to something, be it out of happiness, confusion or disgust. It was all so adorable to me. He was absolutely divine in his own quirky way.

Hours later, and finally, no customers in line. Just the quiet chatter of the seated guests, and the occasional 'clinks' of Tweek cleaning the espresso machine. The enticing aroma of another set of pain au chocolat having been thrown into the oven by me a bit earlier, wafting through the air. We always sold out of those so quick, it surely was a number one around here, if not by the customers, by me, because I stuff my mouth with those daily. With no thanks to Tweek who occasionally surprises me with one every morning. Nothing warmed my heart more than opening my dorm door to see him standing there with big multicolored eyes, sparkling, and a pout on his face, holding out a boxed pastry and a chai latte just for me!

I hum, leaning against the counter as I set down the somewhat dirtied rag, finishing cleaning the grill. I wiped the sweat from my forehead, heaving a long sigh. Yes, it's true, working as a barista/cook was extremely exhausting. And I wanted nothing more than to close the café and lay down with Tweek and just sleep. But alas, neither of us could do so until 6 PM, when our shifts ended and Mr. Tweek would be back to take over. I glance over to Tweek, seeing him anxiously fumbled with the espresso machine. I step over, setting a hand on his shoulder. "What's wrong, babe?" He let out a gritty whine, tapping his foot anxiously. "I... can't! I...! Gah!!! I don't know, I just- hnnng!"

When he became nervous like this, he tended to lose his speech, unable to come out with a coherent string of words, mixing them together in a jumbled mess. It took a lot of patience and understanding for people to talk with him when he was feeling like this, often his parents would walk off, busying themselves with anything else rather than listen to him try to spit out a normal sentence. It infuriated me like no other how often his parents disregarded their own son like this, deciding they had better things to do than to try to be understanding of his issues.

I let my hand glide from his shoulder to his neck, rubbing the nape gently while my thumb brushed against his hair, slowly raising higher to brush his hair with my fingers in attempt to ease him. His tapping slowed, a deep sigh escaping him as he rubbed his palm against his forehead. "Sorry, I just... I... I don't know, the grinds have been ending up in people's drinks still, and I- I!! I wanna f-fix it, I just d-don't know... how!" He managed to say, short breaths escaping his mouth before calming when he had gotten everything out, a twitch making his arm jerk to the side.

"Do you have the manual? I'm sure it says something about it in there!" I suggest, playing with his hair, a faint smile twitching onto his lips at the feeling before he frowned once more, shrugging. "I'm n-not sure where it is..." He grunted as his neck ticked to the side, letting out a grumbled mutter as he grabbed a random rag and started wiping the counter. I pressed a finger to my chin in thought, wondering where Mr. Tweak might be keeping it. The espresso machine was brand new, perhaps he'd left it out here, or back in his office, I'm not quite sure. "Go check your dad's office, I'll look up here, okay?"

He nodded to my words, setting the rag down and walking into the back through the plastic double doors. I hum as I lean over slightly to look under the counters that housed the coffee machines. Nothing, only measuring cups, mugs, spoons and stirrers, two mini fridges, all the works. Perhaps it's under the counter by the grill? As I turned, my back to the door, I hear it chime, signaling someone had entered. Usually people took a minute to pick what they wanted to order this late in the day, as I continued my search for the manual.

I bent over, looking underneath the counter, my eyes scanning the shelves. I need to remind myself to dust these later. But no, nothing so far. Only fresh rags, some cooking utensils, smaller plates, etc. I let out a sigh before freezing upon hearing someone whistle, I furrow my brows before standing up straight, turning to look at who had caused that noise, and for what exact reason.

Tweek let out a strained sigh as he walked through the back, manual in hand for the espresso machine. As he pushed open one of the doors, he froze, hearing that strange whistle. He watched as I stood up straight, turning around with a stern expression, not noticing he had gotten back. He stood frozen in confusion in the doorway before he connected the dots. That man had just whistled at me while I was bent over. He felt his blood run cold, his eyes analyzing the way I crossed my arms and pursed my lips, how my eyes crinkled at they narrowed at the man.

He then looked to the tall, muscular man at the counter, his knuckles rapping the marble with a cheeky smile, licking his lips. His hair blond, partly hidden by his snapback, a tank top to show how strong his arms were, basketball shorts. His skin tanned from the sun, a subtle paleness around his eyes, likely from wearing sunglasses so often. He was young, probably our age. He had such a smug, cocky look on his face that rose emotions deep within Tweek he'd never felt before.

"Nah, you can turn back around, I was enjoying that." He spoke, despite being way past the age of hitting puberty, there was a slight immaturity in his voice. Tweek's heterochromatic eyes then flitted to me, seeing how deadpanned I became. "And you can turn yourself back around and walk right out that door, thank you." He let out a breath at my words, already knowing I could handle myself just fine. Yet something inside of him was stirring, his teeth subconsciously grinding together as he watched the scene.

Rather than obeying my words, the man chuckled, continuing to tap his knuckles against the countertop. "Ahh-" He leaned his head back, making his neck look thick, a mischievous smirk on his lips. "Well, I'll have the caramel latte, sweetheart. And I know you already hate me so be sure to spit it in, don't be shy babe." Tweek tensed at his words, no longer able to see anything from how blurred his eyes became, his lips parting for short breaths as he stepped forward, his body moving on its own. He suddenly lacked all care for the fact that the man was 6 inches taller than him, thick with muscles, could probably break him in two honestly. It didn't matter to him, what mattered was me and my safety, and he wasn't about to let this man get away with verbally harassing me. He gently pushed past me, staring up at the guy with an unreadable expression, death gripping the manual. "Sir, y-you need to leave."

The guy looked down at Tweek, his upper lip raising before he began laughing, giving a subtle point to his body before letting out a long sigh, "That's nice, pipsqueak. Now move over, I'm not done talkin' to the pretty barista." He raised his brows tauntingly, a smirk on his features before his gaze landed back on me. I opened my mouth to threaten him but Tweek had surprisingly beat me to it. "I said get the fuck o-out." He swallowed hard before his lips parted, glaring daggers at the man who rolled his eyes once more. "O-O-Oh, I'm so s-s-ssss-scared!" He laughed, mocking his stutter.

With anger coursing through my veins, I began to move to get out from behind the counter, ready to knock this mans teeth out with zero hesitation, but what I saw next left me frozen. Tweek had outstretched his hand, grasping the mans tank top and pulling him in towards his clenched fist, the sound of his nose crunching made everyone in the café turn to look, gasps escaping their mouths. A shudder ran down my spine as Tweek continued to hammer his face in with his fist, drops of blood flying everything. I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

Eventually Tweek had let go of his shirt with one final blow which sent the man flying onto his back, holding his pulsating, bloody nose, a grunt escaping his mouth as he crawled back, stumbling to get onto his feet before ripping the door open, running off. I stared in complete shock before turning to look back at the heaving blond who stood there, a bit hunched over, panting. I immediately ran to him, jumping over the counter and wrapping my arms tightly around him in a hug before pulling back to check him for any harm. I didn't see the guy even try to fight back, but I was still so concerned that somehow he had hurt himself.

As I checked him over, I reached for his blood covered hand, holding it up to my face to see that his skin did rip, his own blood dripping onto the floor. "Oh, Tweek..." I sighed, rubbing his hand but avoiding the wound. I pressed my hand to his cheek, making him look down at me. His eyes were half lidded, ragged breaths escaping past his lips. He blinked down at me, his features almost blank with just a hint of a frown tugging his lips. I caressed his cheek before clearing my throat, turning to the customers who still sat there, murmuring about what had just happened. "Excuse me, guys... We're gonna close a bit early, sorry about that..."

Thankfully everyone was understanding, quick to finish their mugs, get up and leave, some muttering apologies while others gave concerned looks. After everyone had left, I flipped the sign to closed, locking the door. I sighed deeply as rubbed my arm, walking back over to my boyfriend who stood there in a daze. I gently grabbed his fingers, leading him into the back room.

I washed clean his wounds, a med kit beside me, I ran his hand under the running water until it turned from orange to clear. After turning it off, some blood still pooled, but it was enough to begin disinfecting his knuckles. He winced as the antiseptic pad was pressed against his flesh, stinging him. I continued to wipe him down, then bandaged his hand. It might've been a bit overkill, but I needed to be sure it wasn't going to get infected or continue bleeding all over the place. I looked down at his sitting form, sitting surprisingly still on the metal stool. I pulled up a bucket, kicking it upside down to sit. I was much lower than him, I grabbed his bandaged hand, gently caressing it and playing with his fingers.

"Thank you, Tweek." Those three words made Tweek come back into reality, snapping his head down to look at me. He blinked, sniffling with a shy expression. "O-Oh... it was... nothing." I couldn't help but smile at his nonchalance, shaking my head playfully. "It wasn't nothing, you totally kicked that guys ass! For...me." My playful smile turned warm, my brows raising as I continued to play carefully with his bandaged hand. He huffed, hiding his own smile. "I'd do anything for y-you..."

I then paused, looking up at him seriously. "I know that." I stood from the bucket, standing a bit taller than him in his current slouched, sitting form. I erased the distance between us, our faces inches apart as I looked into his eyes. His right eye was brown, darker freckles in his iris. In the sun it glowed like honey. His left eye was hazel, which in the sunlight shone a light golden brown, and in the darkness glowed a dark green. But when those salty tears sprung, they always both turned a matching bright green color. Almost the same color as his green button-up flannel he usually wears. He never ceased to amaze me with how intricate and fascinating he was. From his strength to his wonderous eyes, to his pure love for me. He truly is the most special man in the whole world.

Tweek's cheeks burned brightly at this, growing shy once more, fixing his gaze elsewhere with a small smile on his face, his pale cheeks turning to a pink hue. "(Y-Y/n)..." Letting out a small snicker, I rubbed my nose against his for a fleeting moment before pulling back, my eyes burning into his own when they hesitantly met mine. "Tweek..." With darkening cheeks, he rubbed the nape of his neck before using his free hand to pull me closer, pressing our bodies together. I could tell he was feeling a bit awkward but still craving more affection.

The heat from my body made him shudder, his hand gently caressing my face, committing every detail of my features to memory, as he always did. Every freckle, scar, pore, you name it, he knew it by heart. "So p-pretty (Y/n)..." He stuttered, unable to help himself as his eyes closed, pulling me in for a kiss. Like usual, it was soft and sweet, his body trembling against mine. His brows furrowed, suddenly deepening the kiss which was unusual. As if he was hungry for more, a surge of confidence coursing through him like electricity.

His hands wandered my body not so politely, hesitantly groping my ass for a split second, nervous but overall eager. Our tongues quickly met, tangled in a sensual dance. Standing, he subconsciously pushed me until my back met the metal sink with a slight grunt emitting from my throat, my hands instinctively clutching his shirt and part of his apron. He couldn't help but panic at my surprised groan, worried he had hurt me, opening his eyes for a split second to make sure I was okay before leaning in once more. The kiss became more rough, soft breaths escaping his mouth, with reluctance he pulled away for a moment, glaring down at me with lustful eyes. I had never seen him so aching before, so desirous.

I couldn't help the slight giggle that escaped me as my fingers trailed his jawline to his neck, watching him slowly lose himself as he resisted the urge to take me right there. I could see the temptation dancing in his glowing eyes, his brows twitching as they raised, a slight pout on his lips but the slight anxiety he got from possibly getting caught was holding him back. His eyes glanced around, no cameras, his father wouldn't be back for another hour, what are the odds we'd get caught? He didn't know, and it was scary, but the way his pants tightened and those seductive eyes I gave him were far too much to resist. "Hnngph..." His eyes shut tightly, hands clenching as he shook with anxiety before tossing his hands into the air, "F-Fuck it!"

Tweek grabbed ahold of my hips, pressing me against his body roughly, another kiss, deep and lustful, a slight whine escaping his mouth as his hands rubbed against my chest, making me grin. He couldn't help the moans that escaped him, every sigh making my skin prickle, desire filling me. Usually it was me on top, me taking lead, but Tweek's sudden confidence flipped a switch in him, and I could tell he was enjoying himself. He pulled away for a split moment to fumble with my apron, his shaky fingers pulling at the strings, slowly undoing them. The fabric became loose around me, and he carefully took it off. I watched him, a gentle smile on my lips, enjoying his concentrated features. He gripped the apron in his hand tightly, leaning back in to meet my lips in a passionate dance. He gently set it down on the edge of the sink.

His hands snaked underneath my shirt, gliding my warm skin until his hands met my hardened nipples, making me let out a teasing hum, pressing my lower half against him, desperate for friction, my hand gripping his jeans tightly as we slowly rubbed together, pleasured sighs and huffs between us. "F-Fuck... fuck... f-feels so good..." He whined, squirming at the friction against his groin, neediness in his tone. "Y-Yeah... mmmfph..." His eyes rolled back while mine shut, focusing on how good he felt against me, his hands cold against my bare skin. He tugged on my shirt for a moment before slowly lifting it higher, his eyes softening at my bare chest, lifting it over my head and setting it onto the counter.

A smile twitched onto his lips, a shuddered sigh as he took in my bare skin, his thumb gently caressing my waist, taking in every contour. "You're s-so... beautiful, (Y/n)... So p-pretty..." He whined, pulling me against his chest, his warm breath tickling my ear, my body beginning to tremble at his contact, "Mine..." his hands rubbed my waist then trailed to my spine, the softest touch made me shiver, causing me to press my cheek against his while my hands stayed planted on his shoulder. His heat against my skin made the rest of my body feel incredibly cold, desperate to keep him on me.

Tweek nuzzled into my cheek, humming as he smiled at my short giggle, his eyelashes tickling my burning skin. I mumbled his name as I leaned down to get away from him, softly biting his shoulder which made him yelp, the both of us continuously giggling as we stayed huddled together, playfully poking and prodding each other. I nuzzled into his neck, placing gentle kisses along his skin which made him pull me closer, his hand hands playing with my hair. Our giggles and laughter echoed around the backroom, it was the only noise besides the quiet hum of the oven which was baking fresh croissants, the aroma drifting through the air.

As he pulled away, we both suddenly became serious, staring deeply into each others eyes, his pupils growing large while his brows raised, the hint of a nervous smile on his face. "I love you, (Y-Y/n)." I inhaled deeply at his words, my expression contorting with my rushing emotions, tears prickling my eyes as I slowly nodded, "I love you too, Tweek." He sniffled at my words, biting back a frown, trying so hard not to cry yet the way his orbs changed to green meant the tears were already flowing. I chuckled, moving his messy tufts of hair away from his face then my thumb drifted to his cheek, wiping the salty liquid away. He leaned down, his eyes shutting, a hiccup escaping him. Our foreheads pressed together.

He shifted to press a sweet kiss to my cheek, then onto my lips, I could taste the salt from his skin when he deepened it. His hand traveled from my waist to my hip, fingering the waistband of my pants, teasing me almost. His finger hooking around the belt hoop to pull me closer while his other hand fumbled with the button of my jeans. He then unzipped them slowly, opening his eyes to glare at me, neither one of us making a single noise. He pushed down the fabric, falling to my ankles, then gently caressed my groin which was hidden by my underwear, beginning to rub me which made me stiffen, a sharp inhale as my hands dug into his shoulders.

Slowly he began to crouch, glaring up at me with a serious expression as his knees met the floor. Licking my lips, I watched carefully as he pulled down my underwear, his eyes brightening at what he saw, his body beginning to shake once more from excited nerves. He inhaled deeply, looking up at me, silently asking for permission. I slowly nodded, "Yes, Tweek..." I spoke softly, his body twitching at my approval. He didn't hesitate to move his hands, beginning to rub me, leaning in closer. "Mm, yeah..." My hands gripped the edge of the sink tightly, my body twitching as he caressed my most sensitive part. "You're doing really good..."

Tweek looked up at me as he continued, his eyes big and shaky, full of lust and adoration, eager to please. Our eyes stayed locked together as he leaned in further, licking my sensitive skin which made me tense, a pleasured grunt escaping me. I instinctively placed my hand on his head, my fingers getting tangled in his blond strands, guiding him. "That's it..."

His blushed darkened, sucking on my flushed skin, licking desperately, his hands firmly on my waist, his eyes shut tightly, shivering at my taste. My eyes fought to stay open but the faster he went the more I lost the battle, though the sight of him on his knees was one I would never forget, my features scrunching with pleasure as I blinked open, getting off on him so desperate to please me. "Fuck..."

As I mumbled his name repeatedly, I caressed his hair, making him smile against me. The way his tongue swirled, soft suckles on my body becoming unbearably good, I didn't know if I could last much longer. He let out a long whine from the way his name dripped from my tongue, his fingers digging into my skin. He shook with passion, his body tensing as the precum wet his boxers. He couldn't help how he was getting off on getting me off, his hips subtly bucking, his jeans creating enough friction to stimulate him. He tried to keep sucking me but he was slowly losing himself, lost in the pleasure, needing to come, desperate to come for me. "You're doing so well."

He moaned, writhing as he clung to me, his tongue still dancing on my skin, his lips tired and strained, but my encouragement only pushed him further. I could tell he was on the verge, and that made me only come closer, electricity jolting me with every suck, his slurping like music to my ears, intensifying the pleasure it gave me. He grunted, feeling me begin to tense. "Fuck, you're such a good boy Tweek." He whimpered, tensing, moaning loudly as his boxers filled with come, my words had driven him over the edge. I grunted as I watched him come, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me as my back arched against the sink, letting out a string of curses while my hips bucked repeatedly, pulsating against his mouth, my eyes unfortunately closing shut tightly, no longer able to see my boyfriend writhe on his knees.

My eyes fluttered open just in time to see a slouched, huffing Tweek still on his knees, wiping my wetness from his mouth. He blinked, looking up at me tiredly but his half lidded eyes full of love and affection, satisfied at his work. I wiped the sweat from my forehead before lowering myself onto my knees, my hands cupping his face. "Baby..." I moved the strands of hair stuck to his face from his sweat, a sweet smile on my face as I analyze his features. He was completely beat, panting and flushed, but still managed a sunny smile right back to me.

I ruffled his hair, planting a kind kiss onto his lips before pulling him into a long, warm hug. He wrapped his arms around me, nuzzling into my neck. We both sat in silence, just the thumping of our hearts and his quiet breaths in the room. "Mine..." He mumbled, embracing my warmth, squeezing me tightly, as if afraid to let go. I nodded, my face flushing. "All yours."

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friends-of-dorothy · 3 years ago

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Béchamel Sauce

(aka white sauce, aka cheese sauce, aka the top layer of a good lasagna)

My cat has recently decided that her favourite place to get a drink is in the shower. That would be fine, but she wanders in there at all hours of the night and leaves muddy paw prints in the bathroom. She’s lucky she’s cute.

Béchamel is what you could call a “mother sauce” if you were into sounding like the food critic from Ratatouille. What it is, most simply, is butter, flour, and milk. Of course, there are other things you can add, but these three ingredients are the essentials.

The word béchamel (bey-sha-mell) is intimidating at first, especially if you’re a starter cook looking to use it as a base for something, but this sauce is far easier than it sounds. So easy in fact, that I’m going to teach you how to make it in the microwave. Let’s go!

Microwave cheese béchamel sauce:

A spoonful of butter

A few twists of cracked pepper (optional)

About three spoonfuls of all purpose flour

About a cup of milk

Two cheese slices

First things first- you need a nice big microwave safe container. The perfect thing to use is a two cup measuring jug.

You also need a microwave safe spoon, or a microwave unsafe spoon and a place to rest your dirty spoon.

Oh! A microwave would be useful too.

Step one:

Add your butter and your pepper to the jug (or other container). Microwave this until the butter has melted, about 20-30 seconds.

Step two:

Slowly add your flour, a bit at a time. Keep going until you have a thick paste with no lumps. Congratulations! You have made a ~white roux~

Step three:

Next, slowly add your milk, making sure that you don’t go above the three quarter mark of your jug. If you aren’t sure how much milk you should add, go with less. You can always add more later.

Stir vigorously until the butter paste has considered mixing into the milk.

Step four:

The mixture won’t all combine until the milk is warm, so back into the microwave. You’ll need to keep stirring it, so stop it every minute and a half to two minutes to pull the jug out and stir the sauce. You’re waiting for the point when the milk is warm enough that it is smooth and the butter-flour is gone. This usually takes around five minutes, depending on the microwave.

Step five:

Cheese time! Now you have nice warm milk, the sauce can have the cheese added. Tear bits off your cheese slices as you add them to the jug so they melt easier. Give the sauce a bit of a stir to encourage the cheese, then back in the microwave. Keep checking on it and stirring it until the cheese has completely melted and (more importantly) it has started to boil.

Pause! What consistency is your sauce?

Too thin- That’s fine! It will thicken in the next step.

It’s fine- Great! Continue on.

Too thick- Add more milk! It will only get thicker in the next step, so add a bit more milk until you think the consistency is fine and then put it back in the microwave until it boils again.

Step six:

All of the ingredients are in, and the cooking is done. Now, let your sauce rest for a while until it’s thickened up a bit. It may form a bit of a skin on top- don’t worry, that will melt back into the sauce. just let the sauce sit until you need it.

Step seven:

Reheat the sauce by stirring it and putting it back in the microwave and letting it run until it starts to boil again, or seems hot enough. It doesn’t need to boil during this step. Now your sauce is ready to use!

Oh? You don’t know what to use it on? Okay, here’s some suggestions!

Broccoli and cauliflower

A classic accompaniment to a roast, just pour it over you vegetables and enjoy your cauliflower having taste for once.

Alternatively, pour it over the vegetables of any fussy kid and watch them transform into a not fussy kid.

This recipe could cover about four people, or five if you skimp.

Alternatively, you could cover two people very well and then eat the leftover sauce straight out of the jug.

Crumbed cauliflower

This is more a shared dinner table piece.

Get a whole cauliflower and roast it.

Pour béchamel sauce over the top and sprinkle with breadcrumbs of your chosen flavour (garlic! use garlic!)

Put back in the oven to toast your breadcrumbs.

Ta da! It’s impressive on the table and it tastes great.

Lasagna

Not enough people use béchamel sauce on top of lasagna at home, especially considering thats how it’s usually made.

Instead of using just ordinary cheese, use béchamel instead. It’s that simple, just pour on top and enjoy a superior lasagna.

It’s also good with most other forms of pasta bake.

Vol au Vents/Pies/Pasties

That’s just a fancy way of saying ‘puff pastry cases’ don’t worry about it.

Béchamel is great with a white protein and creamed corn, spooned into a vol au vent case and baked.

It’s so good and I miss it.

This used to be my favourite dish as a kid! Then Coles stopped selling the right size of vol au vent shell.

Oh right the pies and pasties. Thats the same principle, go nuts! It’ll taste good, it’s cheese and pastry.

Macaroni and Cheese

Macaroni and béchamel sauce, then add more cheese. yessssss

There are other ways you can make béchamel sauce, or course. Lots of recipes use mustard powder and nutmeg, and some even flavour the milk before using it in the sauce! It is primarily a sauce to be used as a base, so don’t be afraid to mess around with it.

It’s also very good to prepare early, so it sits while you do all the other, more time consuming things. That or you decide the nearest child isn’t busy enough and set them on the task of stirring the sauce for you.

Hey, how’d you think I learnt this recipe in the first place?

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City of Love – Ch. 8

Luka helps Marinette with dinner and Marinette discovers something she wasn't supposed to.

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“Stop fidgeting,” Sass snapped at Luka, swatting his hand away from his hoodie pocket for what felt like the thousandth time. “You’re making me fidget.”

“Then stop pointing out that I’m fidgeting.” Luka let his hand drift back into his pocket and clutched at the little gift box. For some reason it felt like if he didn’t check that it was there it would suddenly disappear, or fall out, or—God forbid—randomly show up in his hand with him on one knee in the middle of Marinette’s kitchen before they even got through dinner.

They were standing in front of her apartment door, waiting to be let in, and there was a small scuffle on the other side.

“No! Don’t let them in yet!” Marinette was saying, apparently not knowing how her voice was carrying through the door. Luka exchanged a nervous glance with Sass.

“But Marinette—”

A crash. A string of cursing. More scuffling. Sass knocked again, timidly, and Tikki wrenched the door open a moment later, with a smile plastered on her face and Marinette a little behind her, waving woodenly.

“You made it!” Tikki chirped, a little breathlessly, Luka noted, and as Tikki stepped aside to let them in, he also noticed that the coffee table was at an odd angle, like someone had tripped over it, and Marinette was surreptitiously fixing her hair that had fallen out of her bun.

Sass nudged Luka’s ribs with his elbow and he closed his mouth to smile instead. It wasn’t that Marinette was particularly dressed up, it was just… the black dress she was wearing—that he remembered seeing on Tikki the first night they met now that he thought about it—it suited her. As did the pink apron with black polka dots she had tied over it, modestly covering what he knew was a plunging neckline that was going to kill him when the apron came off.

He blinked and looked over and Sass had already left his side, settling onto the couch with Tikki comfortably. Sass hadn’t brought Tikki’s ring with him tonight. He had a plan and he didn’t want to risk Tikki finding out. Luka’s hand drifted back to his hoodie pocket. Why had he brought Marinette’s?

“Luka?” Marinette asked gently. Shit. She’d been saying something.

“Um, yeah. D��accord,” he answered her apparent question. She held her hand out expectantly. For his jacket. Oh. Shit. He pulled it off, careful not to turn out his pocket, and handed it to her.

With his jacket bundled in her hand, she blushed deeply as her eyes raked over him, too. He tugged at the rolled-up sleeve of the dark pink button-down he’d worn over his black jeans. He’d been thinking of her bandana when he’d picked it out, hoping it would be a subtle nod to her. Her eyelashes fluttered as her gaze dropped to her shoes.

“You look nice,” she said, so quietly he almost didn’t hear her. Then her eyes were back on his and she was smiling shyly. “Good thing your sleeves are rolled up, I need you in the kitchen.”

She pointed to the narrow kitchen before she went to hang his jacket up in the hall closet. He gulped and wiped his suddenly sweaty palms on his jeans before following her direction. As he glanced over what she had going, it seemed simple enough. Everything was already simmering and smelled wonderful. So what did she need him for?

Before he could wonder about it anymore her perfume was wafting around him and he spun to face her. She was looking through a box of index cards, and she pulled one out before handing it to him.

“Think you can handle this? It’s my dad’s recipe.”

He glanced down at the card. Pain au chocolat. He’d made it a million times at the café when he’d worked there. But he felt his eyebrows pulling together as he tried to understand why she was having him make this. If it was her dad’s recipe, surely she knew how to make it?

When he looked back up at her, she was pulling ingredients out for him already, setting them up at what was apparently his workstation. Right next to hers at the stove. They’d practically be hip to hip. He gulped.

“Bien sûr.”

Even though his sleeves were rolled up, he pushed them up again out of nerves. He could do this. Hot stove, hotter woman next to him, what could possibly go wrong? At least the ring was safely tucked away in the hall closet with his jacket and he could be sure it wouldn’t be discovered by accident.

So he took his place next to her and bent his head to his work. First the dough, mixing the wet and dry ingredients until they stuck together, then rolling it out on the counter until it was a flat rectangle. The recipe called for full puff, but he knew rough puff would be faster.

“Do you have a grater?” he asked her, then his breath caught because he hadn’t realized she was so close. She glanced over at his work, then smiled, apparently guessing his train of thought.

“It’s up there,” she pointed to the cupboards above the stove, above where she was standing and stirring the sauce she was making. But she wasn’t moving aside for him. He didn’t know what to think of that. How did she expect him to get to it?

But he stood behind her and put his hand on her waist as if they were dancing, relying on that unspoken communication they’d already shared to communicate what he needed. With a gentle nudge, she stepped aside just enough for him to reach up to the top cabinet. For some reason he held his breath as he leaned over her. His chest pressed against her back for the briefest moment before he found the grater and stepped away again, back to his task before the butter could melt away, his ears burning with heat that had nothing to do with the stove.

As he folded the grated butter in, one third of the dough up, the other third down, like a book, he barely noticed that she was leaning over, almost resting her head on his shoulder to watch.

“Good call,” she noted, “using the rough puff. I don’t know if Papa ever thought of doing it that way.”

“It’s just what we did at the café,” he admitted, “since it’s a bit faster, it made it easier to keep fresh pain au chocolat on hand.” He bent to set the dough, wrapped in plastic wrap, in the fridge, then turned back to her. “Anything else I can help with?”

“Actually, yes. Can you keep stirring this? I’ll be right back.” She pulled aside for him to take her place at the stove and their hands brushed as she handed off the spoon to him.

Absent-mindedly, he took up the task, although out of the corner of his eye he noticed her lift the apron over her head and hang it up on a hook before grabbing a plate of hors d’oeuvres and taking it out to the living room with Tikki and Sass. He took a quick, calming breath. Don’t think about the dress. Don’t think about the dress.

He heard laughter floating through from the living room and then she was back, and he turned to face her just as she reached for the apron again.

He blushed all the way to the roots of his hair. He’d been able to see into the side of her dress when she stretched and she was definitely not wearing a bra. Deep breaths, Luka, he chastised himself. She was already freaked out about his confession, and tonight was his chance to make it up to her. He couldn’t blow it by being a creep. So he pretended not to notice as she tied the apron strings back around her waist, and he tried not to notice that she relieved him of his position by bumping her hip against his and fitting her hand under his to take the spoon back.

His hands were too sweaty to work with the pastry dough again, and he wiped his palms on his jeans self-consciously. Either she was trying to kill him, or…

Maybe she was trying to tell him something? He snuck a glance at her, and she was focused on her task, although there was a slight flush to her cheeks and he caught her glancing over at him, too.

“I’m glad you were able to come tonight,” she ventured when she’d seen that he’d caught her, keeping her eyes down.

“Me, too. I didn’t get a chance—well, I mean, last time we saw each other…” He ran his hand through his hair. “I think maybe I gave you the wrong impression?”

“Non, pas du tout, c’est juste que…" She bit her lip and took the pot off the stove, stirring it still as it thickened slowly. “I wanted to apologize. I didn’t… I couldn’t say anything, tu sais?”

“I didn’t expect you to,” he said softly. Her blush bloomed and her shy smile widened. He took courage from it. “I just wanted you to know. I haven’t felt this way about anyone before. That’s all.”

She paused in her movements and turned to face him. She seemed to search his face for something, but what she was looking for he couldn’t begin to tell.

Before he could say anything else stupid, he grabbed the dough from the fridge and started on his second fold. Although she stayed quiet and thoughtful next to him, she leaned her hip against his as they worked. He thought again of the ring hidden safely in his hoodie pocket and smiled. Maybe Sass hadn’t been too far off. Maybe it wouldn’t be tonight, maybe not for a while, but he was glad he had the option, at least, and Marinette’s soft smile and shy glances at him and the way she brushed her arms against his definitely more than necessary gave him a little hope that maybe she’d accept him if the time ever came.

***

Things went well, Marinette had to admit. Almost too well. She and Luka worked in the narrow kitchen together like they’d done it for years. Although now that she thought about it, cooking together wasn’t too far off from dancing together. She blushed as she remembered Tikki’s implication. A lot of things were like dancing.

His hand fell on her hip again to move her out of the way of the oven so he could pull out his perfect pain au chocolat. Her pink polka-dotted ruffled oven mitts on his big hands made her giggle, but he just gave her that sideways grin of his, like he was proud to have made her laugh, and it went straight to her fluttering, nervous heart.

She wanted so badly to forget about serving dinner and maybe push him up against the fridge and kiss him senseless. But other than the small touches here and there to communicate with her, he’d been so hands-off that every time he did touch her was an electric thrill. He was being respectful, she knew, but when he pulled the oven mitts off and ran his hands through his hair as he checked his work she caught sight of his tanned forearms and her mouth practically watered. She couldn’t even try to convince herself it was because of the molten chocolate and baked butter and all the other delicious smells they’d created together.

When they’d served dinner, Tikki had given Marinette a meaningful, loaded look. Marinette blushed, nodded, and looked away before Tikki could get any bright ideas. She would tell him. She would. Tonight in the kitchen he’d more than proved he was just as willing to be together as she was.

Dinner was perfect. Talking and laughing with Luka was so natural and easy. She felt almost like she’d known him forever instead of just a few days. He even dared to feed her a bite or two of his pain au chocolat and she was in perfect bliss as his fingers brushed against her lips.

All too soon, it was time for them to leave. Regretfully, she retrieved Luka’s jacket from the hall closet. A small box fell out of his pocket and onto the floor at her feet. She stooped to pick it up. It looked like a jewelry box of some kind, small enough to be a necklace or maybe a ring.

A ring?

She glanced up and he was distracted, talking with Sass and Tikki, laughing about something. With trembling fingers, she opened the lid. A small diamond winked back at her, nestled into the dark velvet inside the box. Her eyes popped back up to Luka. He hadn’t noticed her yet. Had he meant… No, she wasn’t supposed to find this, this wasn’t hers… It couldn’t possibly be for her. That was… insane.

But he glanced over and saw her at last, holding the small box, and his gaze went from terrified to soft within a matter of seconds, and he smiled back at her. Her heart started hammering in her ears as he walked over. Was he—would he—this couldn’t be happening.

When he was standing next to her, he took the small box from her hand and sighed. “I guess it was meant to happen this way, then,” he murmured, still smiling. He bent his head so he could speak only to her. “You don’t have to say anything, and I’m not expecting an answer,” he started gently. He caught her eyes and let out a soft, embarrassed chuckle. “You know, I told you before that Juleka thought I needed someone in my life. Someone to go crazy over. And this is definitely the craziest thing I think I’ve ever done.” He pulled the ring out of the box and looked at it for a moment. Between his fingers it looked so small and fragile.

“If it helps, think of this as a promise rather than an offer. A promise that… if you’d have me, if you’d ever want this with me—” He had to pause to clear his throat and she didn’t realize that her hands had flown up to cover her mouth and tears had sprung to the corners of her eyes. When he’d regained his composure, he reached up to brush his thumb over her cheek. “That I’m ready whenever you are.”

He pulled one of her hands away from her mouth and laid the ring in her palm and closed her fingers around it.

“I’m yours, Marinette,” he almost whispered, glancing up at her from behind his hair, a tentative half-smile lifting his cheek. He bent to press his forehead to hers briefly before he started to straighten up, but she grabbed the fabric at the waist of his shirt to keep him from turning away.

Clutching the ring tightly in her other hand, she pushed up on her toes to meet his lips like she’d wanted to all night long. His breath hitched into her mouth before he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer to him, his eyes fluttering closed and his smile widening even as he kissed her back.

And he was a great kisser, she noted idly as his soft lips moved against hers. He was kissing her like he needed her to breathe, like the last thing he ever wanted to do was let her go. She got a little lost in him, in his strong arms around her and the cologne he’d worn tonight—was it the same as that first night they met? God, she should’ve kissed him, then, if this was what she’d been missing.

He pulled away to breathe, but stayed close enough that his top lip still brushed against hers. “Is that a yes?” he asked, and he sounded dazed, like kissing her was the last thing he’d expected to do tonight.

“It’s a ‘we’ll see,’” she answered him with a sly smile, then tipped up again to press her lips to his again quickly.

“I’ll take it.” He grinned and squeezed her to him. “Is it too late to ask you out on a date sometime?”

“Hey, idiot, you just proposed, I think a date is a moot point,” Sass jeered at them and Marinette blushed before she hid her face in Luka’s chest. She’d forgotten they had an audience.

When she gathered her courage and looked over, Tikki was positively beaming, her arms wrapped around Sass’s waist as she leaned into him. Luka just smirked back at him though, and flipped him off before he turned back to Marinette and leaned down to speak in her ear again.

“Sass is going to ask Tikki on a boat ride at night on the Seine as they pass the Tower, you wanna go?” When he pulled back, his eyes were sparkling with mischief.

“Really?” She couldn’t help it, her eyes flew straight to the two of them and she grinned at Tikki. Tikki loved France. It was perfect for her. She looked back at Luka and nodded. “It’s a date,” she said breathlessly.

“Wait, what’d you tell her?” Sass demanded, and when Marinette looked over again she had to giggle. Sass looked terrified, just like Luka had been when she’d found the box.

“Nothing important.” Luka winked at her and she giggled again. He held out his hand, palm up, and she passed the ring—her ring, wow—back to him. “Next time I give this to you it’ll be on purpose,” he promised as he put it back in its box, then bent to press his forehead against hers again.

“Okay, enough of that,” Sass hissed nervously. “You’re happy, that’s great, come on, let’s go now.”

Tikki smacked his shoulder lightly, and Marinette watched as his gaze instantly softened when it turned on her.

“Maybe we should leave,” she suggested, “give them some… space.” As she spoke, she was curling her fingers into the fabric of Sass’s sleeve, hardly being subtle at all. It wasn’t for Marinette’s sake that she was suggesting ‘space.’ Sass got the message and gulped before he nodded dumbly.

“Yeah, uh, we’ll head out, then. See you at the apartment tomorrow?”

Luka’s eyes locked on hers. She understood him instantly. Only if she was okay with it. And to her surprise, she absolutely was. She nodded back and his arm that was still around her flexed as he pulled her close to him again and he let out a nervous breath.

“Yeah, tomorrow,” he answered Sass without taking his eyes away from her.

She heard the door open and close as they left, but she was kissing Luka again and it didn’t occur to her to say goodbye.

Translations:

D'accord: OkayBien sûr: Of courseNon, pas du tout, c'est juste que: No, not at all, it's just thattu sais: you know

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avengerscompound · 4 years ago

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The Tower: Family - 18

The Tower: Family An Avengers Fanfic

Series Masterlist PREVIOUS //

Pairing: Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 2354

Warnings: Pregnancy, smut (fff threesome, pregnancy sex, sex toys, multiple orgasms, vaginal and anal penetration with toys)

Synopsis: With new powers, Thor now living on Earth full time, a wedding to plan, and Natasha and Wanda expecting, a lot is changing for Elly and her large and rather unconventional family. When Elise’s parents try to reestablish connections, Elly questions what being a family actually means.

Chapter 18: Girls’ Time

After talking with the others I decided I’d wait a little while before meeting my mother. In the end, I felt like I needed to be sure what she was doing was genuine or not before I agreed to see her. It wasn’t like I didn’t have other things that were more important to think about. I had the ultrasound coming up to check for abnormalities and where we could find out the sex of the baby. I had had this feeling that because three of us were pregnant, and because we already had two kids that there wouldn’t be enough excitement to share. Often with second children people aren’t quite as hyped as the first one, partially because they’re busy with the first one, partially because all those baby things you need to buy you already have, and partially because the other people in your life don’t share your excitement. With that on top of the fact, there were three people pregnant and I was the least pregnant, I thought by the time I hit all the milestones everyone would have been a little burnt out.

To my surprise, that was not the case. I don’t know if it was just that there were ten of us and we were all excited about the new family members that we fed off each other to keep that going, if the others were trying to make it up to me from last time, or if the fact that when I was pregnant with the twins so many of them weren’t around and I had nothing to compare it against, but everyone was buzzing. They’d go from happily feeling Natasha or Wanda’s stomach for kids, to saying how they wished they could feel kicks from the baby I was carrying too. They’d talk about potential baby names for the three girls and then start speculating what sex the baby I was carrying was so they could name it too.

It felt good. I loved how buzzed everyone was. I loved how special they made not just me feel but Wanda and Natasha too. I couldn’t wait to meet the four new members of our family and I was buzzed to find out what I was having.

Wanda, Natasha, and I all now had crazy cravings too. Wanda was craving a lot of food she made with her mother. She was vegetarian now, so she was adapting recipes that included bell peppers stuffed with pork to be vegetarian. She was also making desserts from puff pastry and quark cheese. Interestingly, her usual aversion to hot food had gone completely and she was enjoying all these things warm and fresh out of the oven. Natasha’s were completely different. She was craving high fat and high salt, which delighted Clint. Pizza. Burgers. French fries. Natasha was ordering them all hours of the day and night. Her cravings annoyed her. She was careful to try and balance them with salad or at least something less processed and she hated that she didn’t have the willpower to ignore them completely. For me, I was craving sugar and things that were high in iron. I was drenching spinach in honey mustard dressing and eating every dessert that was offered.

The men were all very keen to take care of us too. If we had a craving they were rushing to the kitchen or ordering in takeout to cover it. It wasn’t just food we were craving. Our sex drives were out of control and with the kids at school we were spending a lot of days dragging people off to bed with us. Interestingly our sex cravings were all different too. Wanda was completely off penetration of any kind but if you went down on her she came so hard and so quickly it would make your head spin. Natasha really, really liked being spooned. Which was another thing that annoyed her, because she normally liked being so dominant and in control. That didn’t annoy her nearly as much as she started getting weepy when she climaxed. And for me? Well, I was really into anal. I had no idea where it had come from, but I could climax from anal alone.

The day before my ultrasound, Wanda, Natasha, and I were spending some rare time where it was just the three of us. We’d dropped the kids off at kindergarten, come home via a nail salon where we’d gotten mani-pedis, and then come home to have a very mismatched lunch that catered to our different cravings.

“Please stop thinking about sex, Elise. It is very distracting,” Wanda said in a tone that was half scolding and half playful.

“Don’t worry, Wanda,” I teased. “I’ll take care of you.”

“Elly!” She squealed and threw a dinner roll at me.

I laughed and caught it, tearing it in half and feeding a piece to each dog.

“Elise,” Natasha scolded. “Don’t feed the dogs from the table.”

“Why not?” I protested. “Clint does.”

“Oh yeah, Clint’s who you want to model your behavior on,” Natasha snarked. Wanda started giggling and Natasha wrapped her arm around Wanda’s shoulders. “I bought you a new toy, by the way,” she said. “I think given your current desires you will like it quite a lot.”

“Natasha,” Wanda whined. “Why are you teasing me.”

“I’m not teasing you,” Natasha said, nosing at Wanda’s cheek. “We haven’t had girls time in forever. Let’s go upstairs.”

Wanda wrinkled her nose and nodded. “Yes, please.”

Natasha smirked and stood, offering Wanda her hand. Wanda took it and let Natasha lead her away from the table. “Elly, are you coming? I got a nice present for you too.”

I got up as quickly as I could and followed after them, curious about what Natasha had in store for us, and already a little wet knowing it was going to be good.

When we got to the bedroom we helped each other strip off. It was pretty far from sexy. We were all different levels of pregnant. Wanda was huge. Probably as big now as Natasha would be full term. She was finding it hard to even get her pants on and off by herself these days without help from someone else or using her powers. Natasha wasn’t as big, and she was more mobile, but she was still a little awkward and she wasn’t exactly able to pull off a sexy striptease anymore. I wasn’t quite as big as her, but it was like my body had realized it was pregnant and just gone straight into the third trimester despite the fetus I was growing not being anywhere near ready yet. So I was not exactly co-ordinated as I got out my maternity sweats.

When we were finally all undressed Wanda and I climbed up onto the bed while Natasha went and gathered the things she had ordered. She laid out a selection of toys and lotions on the bed before getting up on the bed.

I think that all three of us were having trouble with actually feeling sexy. It is hard when you feel slightly awkward in your own body. But the way they looked at me, it was easy to believe I was the most desirable person in the world.

“I think we might need to take turns,” Natasha said. “It’s a little awkward otherwise.”

“Let’s start with Wanda,” I said. “She’s gonna get off from just us anyway so we should get her before it becomes too much.”

Wanda giggled. “So thoughtful, El.”

Natasha lay down so she was spooning her. She took a little vial of gel and squirted a blob onto her index finger before slipping it between Wanda’s folds and rubbing it slowly onto her clit. I began to kiss Wanda and massaged her tits. Wanda moaned softly into my lips and held onto me.

“Oh,” Wanda gasped, breaking the kiss. “That tingles.”

“Mm-hmm…” Natasha hummed taking her hand away and grabbing the vibrator. It was small and pink with a white cap on the end. She turned it on and it hummed softly as it buzzed in her hand. Natasha slipped it between Wanda’s legs and pressed the white end against her clit. Wanda hummed softly but that didn’t seem to be the reaction Natasha was looking for. She kept moving the toy, just a little wriggle as she upped the buzz. “Fuck!” Wanda gasped and covered her mouth.

“There you go,” Natasha said, holding the vibrator in place. “You foul-mouthed girl.”

I leaned in and started to suck on Wanda’s breasts. I’d suckle and nip at her nipple until it was hard and then move to the next. Wanda started panting very quickly and her hips jerked out of her control.

“Nat...Natasha, please,” she begged, her voice soft and needy.

“It’s good, isn’t it?” Natasha hummed. “Hitting that exact need, right?”

“Oh god, yes,” Wanda moaned. Her orgasm was coming on very fast and seemed to be hitting her much more intensely than normal. Her whole body had begun to jerk and her legs were shaking. Natasha held her in place and upped the buzz on the vibrator.

Wanda’s body seized up and she cried out as she squirted hard. Natasha didn’t ease up though, and as Wanda’s orgasm passed, a second hit immediately and her legs kicked out wildly as she moaned loudly.

Natasha pulled the vibrator back and kissed Wanda’s neck. “You want one more?”

“No, no… I need a break. That was…” Wanda babbled.

“Fast. It got you fast,” Natasha teased.

“Seriously,” I laughed. “That had to be five minutes and she squirted. What the hell is that?”

“Satisfyer pro,” Natasha said. “It has suction. I got one for each of us. And you’re next.”

“Oh goody,” I said, as we moved around. Wanda was moving slower and her eyes looked a little glazed as she moved in front of me.

Natasha handed Wanda a different vibrator that looked just like the one Natasha had used on her and Natasha took another toy and showed me. “Wanda’s going to use the vibrator while I fuck your ass with this.

The toy in her hand was beautiful. It was a clear, shimmering glass dildo. The shaft was wavy and it had a thick round end. Running right through the center was a blue feathered design so it almost made it look like an icicle. It looked more like a sculpture than a sex toy.

“Pretty,” I said. “That’ll be the prettiest thing I ever had in my butt.”

“Elise!” Wanda scolded and spanked my thigh playfully.

“What? It’s true,” I laughed.

Wanda took some of the stimulating gel and rubbed it into my clit, obviously trying not to laugh as she did. The gel was warm and made my clit tingle. Behind me, Natasha lubed up the toy. We were pressed closely together. Wanda’s stomach touched mine, while Natasha’s pressed into the small of my back. Wanda and I began to kiss and she turned on the toy and pushed it between my folds. I hummed at the soft buzz and Wanda tilted her head and moved it around and increased the intensity. When she touched it on my clit, the small device sucked the sensitive bundle of nerves and vibrate around it. I gasped and tense up, digging my fingers into Wanda’s side.

Behind me, Natasha teased the cool glass toy over my asshole. She was patient, and even as the toy sent pleasure rippling through me, making me muscles clench and spasm, she didn’t start easing the dildo in until I’d relaxed enough to take it.

She began to fuck my ass with the toy as Wanda sucked on my breasts and held the suction vibe on my clit. My cunt clenched and spasmed, and my toes curled. I wasn’t going to even last the five minutes Wanda took. It was intense and every single one of my pleasure centers seemed to be hit at once, with such perfect accuracy.

“Oh god… oh fuck…” I babbled, cursing over and over. My whole body seized up and I jerked hard between them and came, my clit twitching under the toy. Neither Wanda nor Natasha eased up though. If anything Natasha seemed to start to fuck my ass harder. Wanda turned the toy up and pressed her teeth down on my nipples.

I came again, my toes curling and my hips jerking. My belly bumped into Wanda’s but even still they didn’t stop. Wanda turned up the vibe and I screamed - my third orgasm hitting me hard.

They both stopped and kissed me softly as they let that last orgasm shudder through me. “Natasha’s turn,” Wanda said.

I moved behind Natasha and took a thin g-spot vibrator from the collection. Wanda took the other suction vibrator and applied the gel to Natasha’s clit as she kissed her deeply. I kissed Natasha’s neck and lubed up the vibrator.

As Wanda pressed her vibrator between Natasha’s fold, searching for her clit, I sunk the g-spot vibe into Natasha’s cunt. I fucked her with it as Wanda held the other vibe on Natasha’s clit. Natasha rutted her hips slowly between us, moaning into Wanda’s lips. I sped up my pace, angling the toy so it would hit her g-spot and vibrate against it.

The sounds Natasha made kept getting louder and more primal. She jerked between us and came gushing onto my hand. We kept going, fucking her with the toys, kissing her neck and breasts. Her skin became flush and sweat clung to it. She came again, and even as that orgasm rocked through her a third hit, making her whole body shake.

“Stop, stop…” she begged and Wanda and I took the toys away immediately. They were both a sticky mess and we put them with the others to clean up. The three of us lay back. Wanda and I giggled as Natasha panted between us.

“Shit,” she sighed. “Why don’t we do girls' time more often?”

“I don’t know,” I said, rolling over and kissing her shoulder. “But we definitely should.”

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robbybirdy · 3 years ago

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Chapter 204- #43 Apple Pecan Pastry

Sul Sul, Gerbits. Today, we actually bought the right thing at the grocery store. I am so proud of myself. I didn’t buy the wrong thing, again. We bought puff pastries. And with these Puff Pastries we are going to be making Apple Pecan Pastry. Which is a fancy way to say a Apple Cinnamon Roll.

This is another recipe that comes from a very good cookbook: the West Point Women’s Club Cookbook. The recipe will be in the description down below, if you want to check it out for yourself.

Thaw the pastry sheet at room temperature for about 30 minutes.

Once they are thawed, preheat your oven to 375℉.

Mix together your brown sugar, flour, cinnamon and nutmeg in a medium sized bowl.

Add the apples, pecans and butter.

Toss them to coat.

Unfold the pastry on a lightly floured surface.

Roll into a 10x15 inch rectangle.

Brush lightly with water, this activates the puffiness.

With the long side facing you, spoon the apple mixture on the pastry. Leaving 2 inches on the long side.

I will eventually make rolls, where the are not extremely messy. But that will take time and more practice.

Roll the pastry up like a jelly roll.

Cut into 1 inch slices.

Bake them on a greased cookie sheet for 15 minutes and dust with powdered sugar.

This recipe was kinda confusing to me while I was reading it. But then when I had the mixture on the pastry, it hit me. “Oh, this is just an apple cinnamon roll.”

I was so excited to make this recipe. We had been given some Pecans, which are not exactly cheap. We had A LOT of apples in the pantry. So, when I saw this recipe I really wanted to make it. It was really good. It was simple and just tasted really good.

Again, I don't care much for overly sweet things, and this was such a good recipe for a breakfast, because of the balance of sweetness. I hope that you enjoyed this recipe. The recipe will be down in the description. Vadish, Dag Dag!

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Epilogue: Underwater (SC Titanic, Zetta x Adele Series)

As promised, here the epilogue of the Zetta x Adele Series, folks.

This is the very end of a project that meant me quite a lot to me and got me through the last terrible year. Thanks to all those who supported it: hope you enjoyed it and will enjoy this ending.

In case you were wondering, this song inspired the whole series, particularly the last chapters:

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I will skip the tag list for once since it’s pointless anyway.

➡️ Ch. 1, Ch. 2/1, Ch. 2/2, Ch. 3, Ch. 4, Ch. 5, Ch. 6, Ch. 7, Ch. 8/1, Ch. 8/2, Ch. 9, Ch. 10/1, Ch. 10/2, Ch. 11/1, Ch. 11/2, Ch. 12, Ch. 13, Ch. 14, Ch. 15 , Ch. 16, Ch. 17

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Almost a century after the sinking of the RMS Titanic and to celebrate Canada becoming the first country outside Europe to legalise same-sex marriage, the Canadian Film Institute decided to work side by side with several LGBTQ+ organisations across the world to put together an exhibition focused on the early queer cinema and the many queer stars who were forced to hide their true selves in the Golden Age of cinematography, spanning from 1890s till the aftermath of Second World War. "A testament to the role the LGBTQ+ community played in the history of cinema and that we have always been here, even if people hardly saw us" as a journalist wrote on a queer magazine. After the recent discovery of some private documents, the curators were overjoyed to include an icon of the 1900s - 1910s cinema like Zetta Serda into the retrospective and cast a new light on her extraordinary career sadly soon forgotten after the advent of the sound era. Yet, the silent picture star was mentioned as a model and 'endless source of inspiration" by many queer movie stars like Cary Grant, Katherine Hepburn, Greta Garbo all part of the retrospective. Rumor has it that as soon as she landed in America, Marlene Dietrich demanded his agent a meeting with Mrs King.

A curator drove all the way to Montreal to meet the last known heir, a certain Mrs. Julia Nowak, who greeted him on the threshold of a cosy downtown apartment. She offered him a coffee and a slice of a Polish sweet bread: the recipe was a family heirloom, she explained, beaming. She was in her late fifties, a therapist, she said. Her hazel eyes gleamed when she added, in a pleasantly soothing voice that betrayed a hint of excitement: "I must confess I am so incredibly happy that you contacted me about the retrospective. I adore the idea and I will make sure to attend it. Also" she nodded to a wedding picture hung to the wall "did you know that my wife is in politics? She campaigned for the legalisation...yes, Madeleine Fournier: see, you know her! We got married right after the law passed. If anything, your call and project made me twice as happy". She took a pause, smiling over her coffee in remembrance. "Anyway, back to the matter of your visit...yes, as far as I know, I am Zetta's last heir. As you probably know, my family wasn't officially related to her but she stated otherwise in her will". She moved to the couch and gestured the curator to follow her as she opened up one of the boxes and chests piled into the living room and picked out an old album, the leather cover worn at the edges. Dust waltzed in the air as she opened it with caution and gentle care. She showed him a slightly discoloured black and white picture of a young couple kissing for the camera in front of a church. Another wedding picture, from a different era. "Nana Hileni and Papa Maciej's wedding picture. I still remember them even if they both died when I was barely a teen...as if one couldn't bear to live without the other. Or so I like to think. She would help me with the homework, mathematics particularly, and he baked this bread for me till he was too weak to do so. He always claimed that he won Nana's heart with his pastries but she always denied it laughing". She passed another picture of the same couple proudly standing in front of the Nowak family bakery in Hoboken. "Frankly, I believe that Papa's broad shoulders and Marlon Brando smile are more likely to blame for this coup de foudre" she laughed. "And he knew how to deal with her no-nonsense attitude and vice versa. They...balanced each other, if you wish". She picked another picture and handed it to him. A woman was looking down in tender adoration and awe to a baby nestled in her arms looking up at her, outstretching a tiny arm in an attempt to touch her face. "There! This is Dad" she pointed at the baby before turning the picture where someone wrote 'Alex meets Auntie Adele'. Turning it again, she pointed at the woman. "This is Adele Carrem. Or Auntie Adele as I've always heard calling her. Nana's sister and Zetta's publicist and companion" Putting it back into the album, she carefully picked a bunch of other old pictures. "You surely know who this one is" she smiled, handing out the one on top. The photo was rather grainy but you could still recognise the same kid, slightly older, around two, sucking his thumb, cuddled up in Zetta's lap. The actress had aged a little but her features were unmistakable and it was endearing to see her sitting by the fireplace to read that kid with the sleepy face a bedtime story. "Sadly, I have never met them. I wish I did, oh you have no idea...but stories of them lived through in our family" Julia continued. "My Dad loved his Aunties - as he called them - dearly and by what I've heard and read, they loved him in manner as if he was their own. He knew little of them or Zetta's career back then...to him they were just the sweet ladies who would buy him ice-cream in Central Park or take him to see his favourite pictures over and over again at the movie theater. He said he will never forget the afternoons he used to spend with them in a Manhattan cafe that no longer exists around Christmas: Nana and Papa worked like crazy as the festive season approached and the glorious cup of hot chocolate with an elegant puff of cream on top with the Aunties became a tradition to him. He kept it alive somehow as he did the same with me". She handed the curator a bunch of other pictures: Zetta cleaning up Alex's face smeared with jam, the both of them laughing; Zetta posing with Maciej and her Dad at a table in the Hoboken bakery. He eventually mirrored her smile seeing a five years old Alex at the beach all engrossed in building a sandcastle with Hileni and Adele, and he standing at the water edge hand in hand with Miss Carrem, looking out into the distance. "These are family pictures. I'll show you the Zetta's private memorabilia we cherished". Julia searched a little, opening an old chest and handling every item inside with tender care. When she found what she was looking for, she showed the curator an elegant set of smaller boxes containing letters, dried flowers and photos. "I have already received an offer to get these published. I'm still pondering it. Before agreeing, I want to consider throughly if this is a thing they would have wanted, even if they're no longer here" The curator nodded as she kept searching. He skimmed a few letters and smiled as his eyes fall on the photos hidden away in those boxes: the two women sitting together and chatting at Hileni's wedding, Zetta's reading a script, lazily sprawled on a chaise long in her apartment. Some had short lines handwritten on the back, like a promotional picture with "Missing you" written by Zetta herself. The curator showed another to Mrs Nowak: a visibly excited Miss Carrem proudly showing to the camera a document announcing her voter registration. On the back, in Zetta's penmanship: "On the way to vote...my sweet Adele won!". "Oh you didn't know? Auntie Adele was a suffragette! I couldn't believe it when I first heard it! Nana told me that she was in and out jail when they lived in London because of protests. You know, like those suffragettes you read about in history books but less famous. Yet she fought for women's rights and kept fighting for them even in America. She was quite disappointed though by some major decisions of some feminist movements and eventually joined a socialist Union 'more rightfully welcoming working class individuals, immigrants and black brothers and sisters'. It's all in those letters but yeah, you couldn't possibly know. So little is known about her outside family". A little smile drew on her face as she put back the photo. "That photo was taken the day of the first election open to women. I checked the date. I suppose Zetta wanted to immortalise the moment...it was sweet of her, huh? Auntie Adele must have been so proud and overjoyed that day! You know, my Dad was born in 1920 when women's right to vote was legalised nationally and Nana once told me that Auntie commented the lucky coincidence saying she was incredibly happy her nephew would get to live in a fairer world. She was a true force of nature...she never talked much of the sinking of the Titanic just like Zetta and Nana actually but when one day Dad asked...he was barely a child and probably found an old article about the tragedy...Auntie Adele minimised but Nana assured him that her sister saved her life that night, risking her own to go down to the belly of the sinking ship to bring her to safety. Auntie simply shrugged, saying that it was what sisters do and that they made it to the lifeboats only thanks to Zetta, who shouted protests to stubborn officers and eventually found them a spot on a boat. I cannot even bring myself to imagine how scary that must have been: I cried so much when Madeleine took me to see Leo and Kate...to think they were there and it was all real!" She picked a few other objects out the box: a Shakespeare Sonnets book in a leather cover with golden engravings, with a little handwritten dedication 'To Adele, my sonnet 116. Happy birthday! With all my love, Zetta'; old scripts with annotations, a framed photograph of Adele and Zetta slow dancing barefoot in the living room of a gorgeous Long Island mansion. "These have a sentimental value" Mrs Nowak noted, her voice betraying the flicker of emotions as she picked it up. She took a deep sigh and continued. "I remember the day I told Dad I was gay as it was yesterday. We had always been quite close so it came natural to tell him first. We were in his car, he had come straight from college to pick me up at ice-skating practice. I..I dropped it in the middle of a conversation, bracing myself for the worst. I heard so many bad stories about coming out to your parents I was terrified of the consequences but I couldn't hide it anymore. I mean, yes, in public: bullies get even nastier if they know and I didn't want people shouting me "dyke" at school. But I needed to get it out of my chest...with someone at least. He kept quiet for a moment and I felt like drowning in shame. But then he spoke". A nostalgic tender smile formed Julia's lips. "He said he had two amazing Aunties that contributed to make his life a wondrous adventure. It was thanks to them that he, the son of a baker, could attend a prestigious college, for instance: they offered to pay for it without asking a penny back. They also helped him write his first romantic letter to his childhood sweetheart and consoled him when the little girl turned him down. But his Aunties had a secret, he added. He said: to my kid eyes they were no less a couple than Mom and Dad and at home we all treated them in manner but one day Mom made me promise to behave differently when we were in public. In public I would refer to her sister as 'Auntie Adele' but call Zetta by her name. He didn't get it and it took some getting used to. He soon noticed that even the Aunties behaved a bit differently out in the sun: they wouldn't hold hands or use endearing words in the street or when other people were around. They simply behaved like good friends did. He understood it later when he, as stubborn as a mule, asked them directly". Julia gently grazed her fingers on the glass of the framed photograph, caressing it. "And they told me everything, he said. That they were in love, just like mom and dad were, but people out there could be uncomfortable and extremely rude to women loving other women and men loving other men. That they kept their companionship a secret in public because those people had no problems with women being friends and they didn't want to have bad words or worse happening to them. I remember asking him what he thought about it. He smiled. 'I cried. Since Auntie Zetta mentioned people claiming that women like them were sick and would burn in hell, I actually started crying. I sobbed desperately in her arms, crying that I didn't want them to burn in hell, I loved my Aunties and I was happy they loved each other. Eventually they explained me it was just a vile lie spread my malignant people. But I got quite a scare and kept staring at them with puffy red eyes and my face wet with tears for a while. It required lots of cuddling to bring a smile back on my face'. He shook his head, laughing of his endearing naivety. Then he pulled over and looked at me. He continued: 'I still don't get why people keep spreading those mean lies but I know for sure that my Aunties weren't sick and didn't end up in hell and so won't you. Don't believe bullshits like that for a split second, okay? And I also want you to remember that it doesn't change a thing for me and mom too. You will always be my little girl, our little girl and we love you'. We shared a long hug before driving back home. On the way back he insisted to buy my favourite chicken and waffles for dinner, saying mom's veggie soup could wait. For my birthday, a month later or so, he asked me to follow him to the attic and showed me this chest. To meet the Aunties that 'would have surely been there for me'". She tipped away a tear. "I told you I married Madeleine right after the legalisation of same-sex marriages. My wedding was also the last public event Mom and Dad attended together before his health worsened irremediably. He passed away last year". For a moment she looked on the verge of tears but she recovered quickly. "Sorry...anyway, that day Dad insisted on walking me down the aisle even if he was getting weak. He beamed with pride when a friend fixed a rainbow ribbon to his jacket. Later at the lunch he read a speech he had written for the day, his hand shaking. He shared the story of his Aunties. He said that despite the hardships their situation forced upon them, they had quite a happy life together, a happiness carefully hidden from the world. He wished us to find something similar to what they shared without needing to hide anymore. He said Adele and Zetta would have been so happy and proud to celebrate with all of us that day" Mrs. Nowak picked the Shakespeare Sonnet book and gave him a fond look. "He brought this to the wedding. And he read for us the sonnet 116, the one Zetta mentioned in her dedication. You know, the one that starts with 'Let me not to the marriage of true minds admit impediments..." ----------------------- A few months later the exhibition on old Hollywood queer cinema and artists opened. Each artist had a room that soon filled with a crowd of enthusiastic visitors. In the first half, in a room arranged as a turn of the century nickelodeon with velvet chairs, all the memorabilia of Zetta Serda's public life: panels explaining the various stages of her career and the birth of her myth, promotional pictures of her performances, articles about her and a copy of a gazette announcing her wedding with the director Richard King. On the wall, on a screen her entire filmography rolled up in loop, bewitching spectators after a century. In display cases: the gorgeous sapphire necklace she wore on her last night on the Ship of Dreams and at the movie party of Surviving the Titanic, and a replica of her Cleopatra costume. The aging Queen of Egypt with a tragic love and destiny immortalised by Shakespeare was her last role back on the theater stage before retiring from the scenes. Old scripts with her personal annotation were displayed with photographs taken on sets and mundane events. The wall hosting the motion-picture screen cut the room in half. On the other side, the hidden half of her life. Her life with Adele no one suspected back then. A life kept secret that now unveiled in front of the eyes of the visitors. The curators discovered that finding public pictures of Miss Carrem was nearly impossible, true to the nickname she acquired as time went by: The Shadow. She stayed at Zetta's side until and even after she stopped acting, showing rare loyalty and devotion, but ever surrounded by this mystery allure. No one, even the most stubborn reporters managed to know anything about her and she was soon dismissed as a Titanic survivor, possibly a fan, who worked as Zetta's secretary and somehow gained her respect. Little they knew about the depth of their relationship and what stacks of secret letters and family memories revealed of the life of Miss Carrem. A panel finally told her story and her secret achievements: Adele, or better Adal, kept fighting for a fairer world and society her whole life and marched for women's right to vote on the famous parade in 1915. She also passed the teaching of Edith Garrud to her American sisters. The only pictures of her came from the Nowak family, except for one. The only photograph of a public appearance of Miss Carrem as well as the only known public appearance of Zetta and Adele. An old grainy photo accurately framed showed Adele shaking hands with The Unsinkable Molly Brown on a podium. In her free hand a shiny medal and a few steps behind the mayor of New York. According to the panel, the survivors' committee founded by Mrs. Brown decided to award Miss Carrem a medal for bravery and a generous check "to help her and her sister starting a new life in America". With great surprise, Miss Carrem received the medal and the check, thanked the board but refused the honors. Instead, she asked to deliver them both to the family of a certain Charlie Stoke, a stewart that lost his life in the sinking to save her life and those of many passengers. She added that her friend expressed the desire to study naval engineering one day and she wished that the money kindly offered to her would be enough to establish a scholarship for boys like him across the ocean. In another picture, Miss Carrem and her sister chatted with Moll Brown in company of Zetta. Eventually, other philanthropists and wealthy socialites signed checks for her cause so that the Stoke family received a generous contribution too. And today, as another picture confirmed, the faculty of naval engineering of the University of Newcastle hosts a marble engraving of Charlie Stoke: to his memory a scholarship had been instituted one year after on the anniversary of the sinking. Since 1913 it has been helping students of poor background to get an education and improve their life. Zetta herself became a philanthropist during her Renaissance and ever since. The first act of her new phase of her life was joining the Moll Brown survivors committee to provide help to the second and third class passengers families and survivors. Some said that the tragedy she witnessed touched her heart, other claimed that it was to be attributed to the influence of her publicist. Jokingly, she used to say that after all, she had too much money yet all she could have wished for in her life, so why not doing some good with it? A considerable donation under her and Mr King was received by the main hospital during the Spanish flu pandemic; she was particularly active in providing financial help to struggling neighbourhoods and female education institutions. In the middle of the room, a long glass display hosted the Shakespeare Sonnets opened at sonnet 116 and a selection of the private correspondence between Zetta and Adele. My darling, You will receive this letter tomorrow morning when I'll be already off to Chicago. The suitcases are ready and packed, this is a goodnight note scribbled the night before leaving you to remind you how much I love you and care about you. How much I'm going to miss you even if - thank God! - we won't be parted for long... Do not forget you promised me to write every day! Write to me, Adele, write to me whatever thought crosses that gorgeous mind of you: you know I could you rambling for hours without getting tired of the sound of your voice, of your sparkling wisdom. I wanna know everything. So don't be shy: I'll be waiting your letters with tender impatience. Can't wait to be in your arms once more. Adoringly yours, Zetta - Dear, dearest Zetta, I went to Central Park today with Hileni. It was a gorgeous spring day, sunny, a gentle breeze blowing: 'simply too beautiful to be wasted inside' as my sister put it. Did I tell you that she's still exchanging letters with the delivery boy from the hat shop? I thought they were over but apparently he invited her to the nickelodeon next week. Anyway, walking in the park with her I suddenly realised how I wanted to share that spring wonder with you. When are you coming back to New York? Tell me soon, please. And even 'soon' won't be soon enough: you're always on my mind since you left. But yes, tell me soon so I can make you promise we will go for a walk before the weather becomes too hot. Do you think I can wrap my arm with yours? Is it professional enough for a publicist? Even just for a few steps: oh you have no idea how I would love that! Or maybe you have? I hope so: it'd mean you miss me as much as I miss you when we are apart. Oh, I almost forgot: all settled with that magazine you mentioned before your departure! I negotiated a two pages long interview, plus pictures. And a cover mention. Hope I did well: you have already fired me as your secretary, I must prove you I am just what you're looking for in a publicist... Can't wait to see you again! Loving you always, Adele Only one letter was copied on a panel of its own on the main wall side by side with a blow-up of the picture of Adele and Zetta slow-dancing barefoot and free, for a blessed moment immortalised in a discreet shot. Adele pressing a tender kiss on Zetta's forehead, drawing a soft smile on the acrtress' lips. Many visitors commented it was heartwarming to see such a photograph that conveyed the intimacy and the warmth of affection radiating from the dancing couple. Some said that Zetta was even more beautiful like that: free, hair slightly askew and genuinely happy, loved. What stole their hearts away though was the letter attached to it. It was no surprise that the curators decided to name the retrospective Underwater. Dearest Adele, Forgive me for the tone of this letter. I am writing it down in bed while I cannot sleep and my mind runs back to you as if we could meet halfway between the miles separating us, in a world of fantasy of our own. It's ridiculous how much I miss you! I want you near, I need you near all the time. Take tonight: if you were here with me, I would be heavenly sleeping in your loving embrace. Most unfortunately, you are not and I'm lying here, insomniac, thinking of you. And about my life. No, don't frown. I am not getting all sad again. It's...bittersweet. And - I'll spoil you the ending so you will stop worrying, hopefully - it gets better the more you proceed. Have you ever felt trapped underwater? I did, my whole life. Always hiding, always measuring words, gestures, gazes not to let them see, not to let them know...so little time to go up and break the surface. Drop the mask and breathe. In, out. Once, twice. In my lowest moments I repeated to my myself: how are you gonna survive? One day an acquaintance with a remarkable passion for the sea explained me and the other bored commensals that you can keep someone alive by breathing oxygen into their mouth underwater. Pretty much like mouth-to-mouth resuscitation helps an unconscious person to regain consciousness. I found it interesting but doubted his words. Then I met you, Adele. My dearest, wondrous Adele. And I learnt that yes, you can't breathe if you're constantly underwater...but you won't drown if you have the right person swimming by your side in those deep waters. Put your lips on me, Adele. Touch me, hold me in your arms. And I can live underwater. With your love, I can live underwater. We can live underwater. I love you. I want to cover a full page of these three simple words: I love you. I want to cry them out and entrust them to the winds, to the night. But what for? Who cares if the world knows or not? I'll whisper them over your lips when we will be reunited. So you can breathe underwater. Counting down the hours separating us, my love. Eternally yours, Zetta

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copperbadge · 4 years ago

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niennanir replied to your post “asteroiideae replied to your post “I’ve been trying to explain the...”

Pizza Puffs and Italian Beef exist in Florida, brought to my neighborhood by angry Chicago ex-pats who are nearly as surly as the Brooklyn ex-pats making Pizza across the street from them.

You know, I thought about this for a second and it is absolutely the most a) Chicago and b) Florida thing I’ve heard in a hot minute. OF COURSE the retirees want their pizza puffs and OF COURSE Chicagoans were willing to drag them there.

levynite replied to your post “asteroiideae replied to your post “I’ve been trying to explain the...”

what are pizza puffs? they sound amazing! are they anything like curry puffs?

So, I had to google a curry puff and a couple of different foods came up, one of which is similar -- but they’re all basically “filling in a thin dough” so it’s kind of yes and no. There’s a good article about the pizza puff here, which has lots of photos and cross-sections, but essentially it’s a tortilla stuffed with cheese, pizza sauce, and a “topping” (usually sausage, but I’ve had pepperoni), folded shut, and deep-fried.

I’ve had the signature “Itaco” pizza puff and it’s fine, but there used to be a place at the very edge of downtown that made them with some kind of puff pastry instead of tortillas, and those were AMAZING.

corvuscorona replied to your post “asteroiideae replied to your post “I’ve been trying to explain the...”

OHHH DID YOU KNOW portillos lemon cake was only recently reintroduced after having been discontinued for years! someone online missed it and put a bounty on the recipe and somehow it snowballed into the restaurant saying "oh we didn't know you all liked it so much" or whatever and bringing it back. a success story!! I still like the strawberry shortcake better though ��

Yes! That was why I initially tried a slice. There was an error with my order that meant I had to wait around a while, but I wasn’t bothered, so I didn’t yell or anything, and we made small talk about the lemon cake coming back. When I got home and checked my order they threw in like, an entire other meal and a slice of cake for free, and since then whenever I go back I end up with a slice of cake in my bag that wasn’t on my order :D

fruitgoat replied to your post “I’ve been trying to explain the regional foodstuff known as Italian...”

I think Portillo's ships some meal kits nationally. I know I had to look this up for at least one Boss at some point... Oh, I remember the problem; the smallest kit is for 8 sandwiches and will still run you $80.

Yeah, that’s my dilemma. My stepdad can’t have much beef anymore and my mother doesn’t eat a ton of heavy food, so I don’t want to ship them $80 worth of Italian Beef Kit. Especially since that much beef makes more like 12-16 sandwiches realistically.

#niennanir #reply all #levynite #corvuscorona #fruitgoat #food

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Interlude: No More Drama | Part 5 | Day Dream

Interlude: No More Drama Masterlist

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Part 5 | Day Dream

“Oh you and I falling further for love.”

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The amber flickers at the end of his lighter, lighting up one of the ends of his cigarette. He took a deep breath and exhaled the smoke into the air, leaving a trail of grey smoke. A tall dapper figure approached him, with the sound of the ice hitting the plastic glass filled with deep-brown liquid.

“Mind if I join?” Johnny said to him, already hung his cigarette in between his lips.

“I can use a company,” passing him his lighter, this is the usual afternoon after lunch for both Johnny and Jaehyun. They would go for a cigarette break at the smoking area while catching up on things. It can be work-related, or sometimes on personal subjects.

“So, it’s been three months. How’s everything?” Johnny asked while passing back the lighter after successfully lighting up his cigs.

“If you’re asking me how she’s doing, I think you know it better than I am. You’re constantly emailing her with the project. I bet you talk to her more than I did.”

“Seriously?” He lets out a puff, filling the room with his smoke.

“Dude, it’s been three months and there’s no progress? I won’t be surprised if [Y/N]’s going to leave you for another man.”

Jaehyun tried to keep his calm, inhaling another breath of his cigarette, “It’s not like that,”

“I’m just… trying to be careful. We went on a few dates and she’s wonderful. I feel like every time we went out, even just to the nearby street food stalls, everything just sparkled and I could listen to her laughter every day.”

Johnny furrowed his brows, “You know that doesn’t add up, right? Did you hear yourself? You’re smitten, Jaehyun!”

Glints of flame appear on the end of Jaehyun’s cigarette. He is lost in his thoughts, not answering Johnny.

“Hey, look. I know you’re in… a difficult situation Jae. But think about it, she might be the one, but she might not be either. There’s no harm in trying, right?”

“But what if she’s the one, Johnny? The last thing that I would want to do is to hurt her feelings.”

Johnny used the hands that he didn’t use to hold his cigarette to support his forehead, grumbles, “I get it, and I get you can’t just tell anyone out of the blue about it too. But I hope you can give this one a chance. It’s been a long while since I saw you all over someone, and I know [Y/N]’s is not as weak as you thought she was. She’s amazing, I think she’d be the one you can tell about this.”

There’s a pause in between, space only filled with their huffs. The smoke waltzes in the air, making the room tasted like a jaundiced tar.

It’s been too long since he was selfless.

“Now you said it that way,” Jaehyun said, exhaling the grey smoke, “I might have to put my dib on her first. Who knows, someone might steal her away.”

Crescent moons emerged from Johnny’s eyes, “That’s what I’m talking about!” He then used his free arm to embrace Jaehyun, pulling his shoulder.

“By that someone,” Jaehyun then rolled his eyes to Johnny, “I mean it’s you.”

It replaces the dark, cloudy room atmosphere with laughter.

–

“Baking class?”

“Yes, I thought I can prove to you that I can cook fairly well.” The sound of the car’s engine was heard from the other side. It seems like Jaehyun just went home, and it’s almost 10 PM.

“Well cooking and baking is an entirely different thing, you know?”

“And that is exactly why I think the baking class is a great idea. I’m a great cook, if I may say so. I baked a bit during high school but that is when I…”

He paused.

“Jaehyun? Hello?” You called for him, wondering if the signal was disturbed.

“Oh yeah, I was saying,” He cleared his throat, “I think it would be fun. I actually already booked two tickets for us in advance, because the class that I’m taking is actually quite popular.”

That’s very sweet. You thought to yourself, “What if I say I wouldn’t come? That’s very brave of you thinking that I would just agree to it.”

He chuckled, “I don’t know, I guess I’ll take Johnny. I pretty much know his schedule and he’s free that day. I think.”

You burst out in laughter, “Two male adults taking a baking class? That’s adorable!” You pictured Jaehyun and Johnny both in aprons, decorating their cakes as you tried to bite your laughter. “You sure I wouldn’t get in your way to have the perfect date with Johnny?”

“Of course I would prefer to do it with you!” He sulked, “I mean, we’ve been going around coffee shops and I think a different date setup would be nice, no?”

“I'm just kidding, Jaehyun.” You decided not to tease him any longer, “I’ll see you on Saturday?”

He can finally sigh in relief, “Great. I’ll pick you up at your place. I’ll be there at 10 AM?”

“Wait, when is the baking class again?”

“It actually starts at 12. I think we’re not going to make anything that’s overly complicated so it won’t take that much time, but I thought we could grab some coffee first before we went to the class?”

Sweet as ever.

“But it’s Saturdaaay, don’t you think I deserve to have more time with my bed?” You whined, pretending that you have the cutesy charm when in reality you almost don’t have it at all.

You can hear the familiar sound of him letting out a soft chuckle at the other end, “I promise you I can give you better cuddles than your bed? Or we can cuddle first if you want… then I can bring coffees to your place instead.”

“Oh how smooth of you!” You shrieked, grateful that he’s not in front of you to witness your flushed cheeks.

“I’ll take the first coffee offer, thank you. I would probably need it anyway to fill up my daily caffeine intake.”

He laughs, genuine but there’s a slight hint of disappointment, “Alright, I’ll see you on Saturday. I almost reached my place so I’m gonna end the call.”

“Sure, I’ll see you soon.”

You paused before continuing, “Jaehyun?”

“Yes?”

“I’ll also take the cuddle offer if that’s ok with you.” You said to him before planting your face to your pillow out of embarrassment.

He finally laughed, lovingly, “Sure, [Y/N]. I’ll give you plenty.”

–

You took a sip at your hot latte, surprised with how perfect it was.

“How do you know my coffee order?”

He smiled, proceeded to blow his own cup while he guided you to walk to the baking class’ direction, “We went to a lot of coffee dates, [Y/N], it would be weirder if I don’t know your usual order.”

Jaehyun insisted that he would be the one who’ll take the take-away order. He asked you to just sit down and wait at one of the waiting chairs at the cafe. He told you that you’re going to walk to the class from the coffee shop since it is within walking distance but you know he actually wants to talk to you for a bit before going to the lesson.

You took a glance at him, how could a person be so attentive? You wonder. He took a sip of his own coffee, immediately pushing the cup away from his lips then sticking his tongue out, indicating that the coffee is currently too hot for his liking.

“Aw Jaehyun, I didn’t know you have a cat’s tongue! You always order an iced americano so I never know.”

“Well, today is special since we’re walking outside, and it’s still quite chilly to get myself an iced americano,” He said while licking his lips, trying to subdue the numbness, “But yeah I guess there’s another free fact I give to you, huh?”

He stretched out his hands, asking for yours. Shyly, you took his hand and you intertwined your fingers with him. The weather was indeed rather cold, but Jaehyun's hand was warm. You walked together while he would occasionally swing his hand in excitement. He’s like an adorable golden retriever. You can’t help but to grin every time, and it is contagious as he would lovingly smile at you too.

You finally reached the shop, where the sign reads Kitchen Beat. The store was indeed well known for their pastries. It is a humble bakehouse, but it has recently become very popular due to a reality-show coverage. The cakes they sell are nothing that’s overly groundbreaking, but the taste feels very authentic and feels like a passed-family recipe, therefore gathered loyal customers. Because of that, they’ve been expanding their business to having limited baking class each month.

“We’re here,” Jaehyun reaffirms that you will certainly attend a class here. “The class is on the second floor. Let’s go.”

He said while still refusing to let go of your hand. The store is busy, but not bustling with people. The atmosphere is cozy, and it feels like Christmas.

“Hi!” A warm smile came from one of the staff, “Are you going to join our baking class today?”

Jaehyun replied to her smile, dimples poking both of his cheeks, “Yes, I already book 2 slots under the name Jeong Jaehyun.��

The staff nods, while checking the tablet she’s holding. “Yup, two adults for the couple, I assume?” She glanced at the sight of your hands that are still holding Jaehyun's.

“Oh!” You flustered, reactively letting go of his hand. “We’re actually not.”

“Yet.” Jaehyun intercept.

Your cheeks start to flushed in the color bright pink while you shoot a glare at him, embarrassed at why he’s so open about his feelings. The staff burst in laughter, “Well I hope our cakes can help you with that. They really are very good.”

“Please go to the room that has the label Kitchen One. We’re waiting for two more couples to come before we can start our class!”

You and Jaehyun walked to the designated room, and after a few steps you threw a slap onto Jaehyun’s arm.

“Ouch!” He rubs the part of his arm where you landed your slap. “What was that for?”

“Why did you have to tell her about us! You can just lie to her or something.”

“Oh?” He raised one of his brows, “So I can just tell her that we are official?”

You smacked his arm again, followed by him pretending that he’s hurt when in reality you know he can handle your soft punches.

“You really are like a little firecracker, feisty as always.”

He opened the sliding door, exposing you and him to the audience inside. You are about to reply to his teasing, before you suddenly saw the change of the color on his face.

“Jaehyun?”

His apron was tied very well to his slim waist. His eyes met Jaehyun’s, only causing Jaehyun to tense his jaws. That person immediately approached where you and Jaehyun were, as Jaehyun stopped his steps after that person called him. He was another stunning man, and it makes you wonder what Jaehyun did in his past life to be surrounded with attractive people.

“Taeyong.” Jaehyun’s voice was low, and faint, signalling that he didn’t want to be the center of attention since now few pair of eyes were in your direction.

“What are you doing here?” Taeyong finally breaks the tension in between them. His tone is not aggressive but you can sense that it is very territorial.

“I’m joining the class. I should be the one...” Jaehyun saw the name tag hanging on Taeyong’s apron. “Right, it makes sense for you to teach here.”

The silence grows louder. Jaehyun still remained in his position, not moving a single inch. You want to try to calm him down, trying to ask him to enter the room first and continue the conversation at one corner instead of in front of everyone. Taeyong finally saw your figure that has been hiding behind Jaehyun.

“So, you got plenty of time,” Taeyong looked briefly at you, “But you can’t afford to contact him?”

“Taeyong.”

“Do you know how much he holds on? Can you imagine how he would feel if he saw you neglecting him, just to see you having the time of your life with some random girl?”

“Yong!” Jaehyun finally raised his voice, “She got nothing to do with this. And if that is how you saw me, by all means label it to me, but don’t drag her.”

Realizing that now you have full attention of the other audiences that had been rudely eavesdropping onto Jaehyun and Taeyong’s conversation, you decided to step in, “Jaehyun? I think we should… move to the side for a bit.”

You can see his facial muscles start to relax. It seems that your voice managed to calm him down. He then holds your hand, trying to find an empty kitchen island so that you and him can start to prep yourself for the class, brushing Taeyong off.

Taeyong tried to stop you, fortunately the staff earlier came in with the last two couples. There were six couples in total, including you and Jaehyun. Thankfully Taeyong got stationed at the other end, and you tried your best to distract Jaehyun from him. You can see Taeyong took a glimpse at your table, every now and then, but you make sure Jaehyun didn’t notice it.

“Good afternoon everyone!” A woman in her mid-40s gathered everyone’s attention. “I’m going to be your main instructor today and we have few teachers that are stationed nearby you to help you during the baking process. For today’s class, we are going to bake our signature fresh cream cake. It’s pretty simple for beginners and it is very suitable to be eaten at this time of the year!”

She clasp both of her hands, “Alright now! Shall we begin?”

–

“I’ll put the cake in the fridge first, yeah?”

You’re back at your place, as there’s no way either you or Jaehyun going to finish a whole cake by yourself. You decided to eat them after having your dinner outside.

The baking class started off pretty rough, with how sensitive Jaehyun was. But you choose not to pry to his personal issues. So you just playfully smudge some cake flour, poking it to his dimples. He almost got his revenge but you’re in luck because the teacher was looking at him and told him not to play with the ingredients. Afterwards, the Jaehyun that you know is back, the warmhearted Jaehyun. It’s also a good thing Taeyong didn’t bother you much during class, as he was also occupied with teaching the other students. He did try to talk to Jaehyun after class, but Jaehyun just simply told him that today is probably not the best time for them to talk.

“Do you want to open the beers now?” He asked you while you’re busy re-arranging the content of your fridge.

“Ah, just leave mine on the counter. I’ll catch you up at the balcony.”

Jaehyun nods in agreement, leaving your share at the counter as instructed. He took his can and walked to the balcony. You’re almost done and you can hear the sound of his lighter.

You opened your can, making him turn his head to you. You walk to his side, resting your head to his arm.

“You’re not going to ask?”

You look at him, you were about to fire up your cigs, postponing it by drawing them out of your lips, “I believe you’re going to tell me on your own once you’re ready.”

“I know whatever happened today is probably something that I should never dig without your permission. Besides, it would also feel nicer if you’re going to tell me from your own will. Feels like you fully trusted me, you know?”

You ended your sentence with a smile, causing him to move his head downwards, before making another eye contact with you.

His lips are now pressing together, exposing his smile, “And this is the very reason why I’m grateful that I fall for you.”

You didn’t expect him to suddenly confess like this, so you are a bit taken aback with it. You awkwardly shift your gaze somewhere else, fidgeting on your unlit cigarette.

Jaehyun puts down both his cigarette and his share of beer, moving closer to you. He swiftly crossed his arms over you, forcing you to be within his arm and look at his eyes once more.

“Oh, uhm, well…”

“I actually don’t understand why you do, actually.” You said as you look at the direction of the skyline, feeling too embarrassed to see him eye-to-eye. “I’ve mentioned that there are prettier girls than me, I bet you’ve met better ones in any other aspects too…”

“[Y/N], I wish you could see how much I love you.”

He cuts you before you could continue. He locks eyes with you and you could see just how deep they really are. The soft warmness of them wraps around you affectionately, but not in the way of those cheesy romance novels. You can tell that what he’s trying to say was true.

“Yes, I might be attracted to you because you’re different. The first time I saw you and talked to you, I can see a bit of me in you. You know, I probably longed for you because you don’t fawn on me in the first place.”

“But that night when I saw you again at Wolfgang’s, I just know I’m not taking anymore chances. The dates we’ve spent, you’ve let me discover a side of me that I didn’t know. I never know I could expose my feelings to someone like this.”

You can feel the heat starting to pile on your face, showing your now flushed cheeks over his confession. Noticing that the wind was a bit harsh, he pulls you closer in his arms. Not that you need another heat-pack, human-sized for it matters, you can also feel Jaehyun’s starting to get very warm too. You return his embrace, snuffling your face to his chest.

“The more days I spend with you, the more I fall for you.”

You swore you can feel the butterflies in your stomach start to fly in every direction.

“I’m glad I found you. Loving you feels like I’m dreaming.”

He lets out the most genuine smile, eyes glistening with his droplets showing how sincere he is. “[Y/N], I really like how we are right now but I guess I’m quite the ambitious man.”

“Will you let me take care of you?”

You would regret it if you kept hiding in his hug, so you didn’t. You saw him directly to meet his gaze, and can’t help to admit that you feel the same way too.

“You know, Jaehyun, you’re an oddball. You just fall for a stranger, how dangerous could that be?!”

“But then again, I guess I’m an oddball too. I don’t know, it’s probably the wind, but it keeps pushing me, one step at the time closer to you. And you’re warm, and I like that.”

Realizing where you’re going, Jaehyun couldn’t hide his smile.

“I guess, I’m falling further for love?” You said as you smile at him, making his smile grow even wider that you’re scared his dimples might be poking his cheeks a little bit too hard right now.

“If you’re sure you’ll have me, then I’ll be glad to have someone like you to take care of me. Only if you promise you’ll let me take care of you too.”

Your reply instantly filled him with joy, as he rushed to hug you tighter.

“Thank you,” He said while caressing your head, “I promise I’ll treat you well.”

“Also,” He continues, “It’s not that I don’t trust you, nor did I try to hide anything from you. It’s just… the timing is not right yet. I promise you when everything is all good, you’d be the first person I tell.”

You let go of his hug, so that you can see him in the eyes, “Jaehyun, I understand. There’s no need to rush anything, yeah? I still love you for who you are and I don’t think that feelings could change that easily.” You cupped your hand to his cheeks, making sure Jaehyun knows that you’re being sincere.

Just before Jaehyun could reply, his phone rang.

He looked at the caller’s name on his screen, “Sorry, I think I should take this call. Do you want to smoke first? I’ll go inside for a while, I’ll come back soon.”

You nod, and he only answered after he’s inside so you didn’t catch the caller’s name.

How you wish you’d push yourself to know who the caller was.

A/N: Hehe eek is this chapter too sweet? I hope you guys are still around for the fluffy chapters T_T

#jaehyun scenarios #jaehyun fluff #jaehyunxreader #jaehyun fic #jaehyun angst #mafia!au #jaehyun #jaehyun scenario #fic jaehyun #angst jaehyun #interlude no more drama #nct scenario #inmd #day dream

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mouser26 · 4 years ago

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Birthday Tart

So 2 years ago my oldest friend asked I make her a fruit tart for he birthday. This was after her birthday that year.

Last year I had just moved, and well 2020

So this year.. this year it happened

6 different recipes

4 batches of creme pat/ Pastry creme (3 of them in the last 24hrs),

a whole bag of hand peeled mandarins,

2 test tarts later...

I have succeeded!

Tart attempt #1 Pastry too thick (recipe was for 2x I made 1, I’m an idiot) Filling- Mascarpone Whipped cream = would make a good topping but too light for filling I can kinda make a pattern?

Tart Attempt #2 Shortcrust recipe #2 Needed more water to bind. This is where I remembered there's a difference between Shortcrust and Rough puff so by shortcrust measure not bad but could use improvement. Creme Pat filling that actually went well on the first try! (It was a fluke oh lord the false security) And look how pretty! Coworkers loved this one

This brings us to 0 hour the night morning before Birthday time Get off work at 9pm relax a bit and start up on the final run at Midnight. I pull the prepared but not fully done Tart crust from the freezer (I had made 2 batches of recipe #2) and added anywhere from 1/8-1/4 cup more butter in place of more water to bind Result a flaker richer pastry baked and done!

Then came the creme pat. GBBO did not lie Creme Pat is a BITCH First I fucked up separating the eggs and thus ended up with 3 extra egg whites which got added to the 4 egg whites from Test Tart #2

Batch #1 - I freaking cooked the eggs. Fun fact I could SMELL the cooked eggs even if it didn’t look totally pucked, and when I dumped the fail I saw the cooked egg bits.

Batch #2- Took my time watched like a hawk did everything I could to NOT COOK THE EGG YOLKS

putting Batch #2 in the fridge to set I realized it was 4am and I hadn’t even had real dinner. Eat and fall into bed for some hours Delivery time is 530 so at 2pm I get to the kitchen to start assembling... Batch #2 is too loose and I have only half the cream I need for another batch

One trip to the store and 20min later

Batch #3 I am on this thing like a hawk I time everything, added a lil extra cornstarch just to be safe, it is babied and threatened and thrown in the fridge at 3pm with a goddamn prayer

Made a fast dinner while the filling set. 450pm I slice and prepare the fruit toppings. Check Batch #3, It fucking worked!! I throw everything together and glaze with an apricot preserve glaze

TADA!!! The Tart Finale

SHE LOVED IT

#Fruit tart #hi I'm baking chaos incarnate #Baking projects #I now have a jar of roughly 16 eggwhites so baked merigines will be happening soon.

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spookyjudgement · 4 years ago

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GBBO 2020 reactions episode 10: the finale! Wow it goes by quickly doesn’t it!

Gah don’t make me miss the other contestants. We’re not gonna get to see them at the end of the season this time.

Are custard slices a thing? I’ve never heard of them but I’m not a British baker.

Is it hot in the tent again??? Bullshit, what a nightmare.

OH GOD I JUST REALIZED DAVE HAS BEEN AWAY FROM HIS PREGNANT WIFE FOR THIS WHOLE THING THAT’S SO MUCH

Of course, Peter doing two flavors. Overachiever child! Also Peter’s family sounds so scripted lol. Matt giving Peter a reality check wrt his future fame at university. Boy, most bake off contestants have agents and shit, better get used to the idea of it!

Laura’s call is also super scripted. Are these calls? Or pre-recorded videos? Also why does Noel still have Mr. Spoon!

Ughhh nervous for the setting reveals. Oh no...Laura :’(

Wobbly lines are the trend these days!

Walnut...whirls. What is this? To do in two hours????

Oh please, they TOTALLY could have predicted the temperature. Since when has the tent been cool? Shut up Paul and Prue.

It’s making me nervous that they all seem fairly unfamiliar with sablé biscuits.

“Hello Mr. Spoon”, Peter sounded so ridiculously formal addressing it.

God it’s so hot, they have to swap out towels/they’re so used to the towel routine at this point that they have a whole thing figured out.

It’s way too hot for the marshmallow. And for the tempering. This is not fair to them at a l l.

I thought Dave’s method was scary but looking at the swirl definition he got, he may have had the right idea. Honestly I’m surprised they managed to finish them at all!

What is a colossal dessert tower? Reflection? Your personal experience? What is this, an essay in dessert form?

SEE Prue said “at the end of the term” there you go! It’s a school assessment!

Peter’s adding chaos? Incredible! What has the world come to!

Dave is gonna do things...he did poorly? This doesn’t sound like his best idea. It seems a little bit like a recipe for failure...oof oof oof

Skewwhiff? Whomst?

No rulers involved? I’m not Peter! Meanwhile, Peter in chaos land is forgetting what checkerboards.

Ohhhh they’re having a garden party with the crew! That’s nice for the crew :)

None of them seem ready for that 30 minute time call. Peter seems frantic and it’s unnerving.

We’re going for random vibes, PULL THROUGH LAURA and PETER!

Gotta say it’s a bit annoying watching Dave not help when he’s done. Oh the things bake off makes you expect. He did get Laura a cake card.

Laura flavor domination! Unsurprising. So their issue seems to be with the look overall rather than any of the bakes. She did well!!!!!

Peter achieved chaos. It really seems like he did a LOT, multiple flavors for everything!

Oh I hit goo, what a lovely thing to say. Unfortunate that the babkas and the choux didn’t turn out for Dave.

They’re trying to make this dramatic, it’s kind of cut by the fact that I know who once.

PETER! YOUTH DOMINATION! A LIFE OF BAKE OFF!

Why is Paul waxing poetic about flakes of puff pastry? Sir. Sir please. It was not that close.

2020 bake off, done and dusted!

#my post #the great british bake off #shut up rima

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talatomaz · 6 years ago

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worth it | caitlin snow x fem!reader

a/n: i need someone like caitlin in my life

prompts: “are we on a date right now?”

warnings: none

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Your favourite colour had always been blue.

Always.

Not because it was depressing or anything-it wasn’t- but because it seemed to soak in the light, and then give some of it back.

And if that didn’t describe your favourite person in the world to a tee, you didn’t know what did.

***

You and the rest of Team Flash always did your best to have weekly dinners.

They usually took place at Joe’s house but since he was currently in Tibet with Wally, Cecile and baby Jenna, the responsibility fell on you but you didn’t mind.

And it definitely didn’t hurt that Caitlin had offered to help you cook, knowing that you weren’t particularly skilled in that area.

You had decided to cook chicken pie, with cheesy potato dauphinoise, some vegetables and garlic bread for dinner and chocolate fudge brownies for dessert.

But in order to make that, you had to go grocery shopping first so Caitlin decided to tag along as well.

“Chicken breasts. Check. Potatoes. Check. Puff pastry. Check. Cheese sauce. Check. Oh, we need to buy cheese to put on top of the dauphinoise.”

You reminded Caitlin as you pushed the trolley through the store.

“How is that you have nothing in your apartment except for the brownies?” Caitlin asked, making you laugh.

“I don’t mess around with brownies, Cait. Ugh, I could eat them all day long.”

You explained, picking up a pack of cheese and placing it alongside the other ingredients.

“Sometimes, you’re so unbelievable, y/n.” Caitlin stated, as you scanned the ingredients at the self-checkout.

“Could say the same about you, Snow.”

She looked at you and smiled, “Thanks.”

***

It was now 6pm and you and Caitlin had almost finished cooking.

Well, Caitlin did most of the work, you just watched.

The only thing you had left to cook was the potato dauphinoise.

“Okay, so, y/n, the measurements for this recipe are very precise-”

Caitlin began to explain before stopping in shock when you decided to dump an entire bag of shredded cheese into the pan.

“Y/n!”

“What? It was taking too long, Cait. I’m getting hungry.”

She just laughed at you and shook her head, “You’re just lucky you’re a cute goofball.”

You blushed in response which didn’t go unnoticed by the bio-engineer.

***

“I can’t believe them.”

You had just gotten a text off of Cisco, Ralph and the West-Allens who had all collectively decided to cancel, stating that they just wanted to have a quiet night in or that they had other plans.

“It’s okay.”

“It’s not okay, Cait. I went to all this trouble.”

You paused, glancing at Caitlin,

“I mean, you went all this trouble and they just decided to cancel.”

“It’s fine. We’ll just eat it all instead.” Caitlin proposed, plating up two plates of food.

Whilst eating, you and Caitlin talked about practically nothing and everything.

You found out that, ironically, despite her powers and her last name, she had never seen Frozen.

And to her surprise, she found out that you were terrified of clowns.

“Out of all things, why clowns?”

“Are you kidding me? You don’t know who’s under that mask! And they look like fucking demons too.”

You shivered at even the thought of them.

“So you can handle evil metas and villains like Zoom and Cicada but when it comes to a clown, you’re a no go?”

“Honey, if I saw a clown in Central City, I’m leaving with the Legends and travelling back in time with them to a time when clowns did not exist.”

She laughed and shook her head, “you really are cute, you know that?”

You blushed again in response,

“Thanks, you’re not so bad yourself. You know, when you’re not trying to traumatise me with the thoughts of clowns, that is.”

You guys spoke for hours on end until a startling realisation hit you both.

“Wait, are we on a date right now?” You asked Caitlin.

“Huh, guess we are.”

“I gotta say, this is the best date I’ve ever had. I’m kind of glad the rest of the guys cancelled.”

“Me too.”

You were about to say something else but you were interrupted by the ping of the oven.

“My brownies are ready.”

You shouted, jumping out of your chair to run to the kitchen.

You could smell the chocolatey goodness the moment you stepped into the kitchen.

You grabbed your oven mitts and took the brownies out of the oven and allowed the warm aroma take over your senses.

You took off the mitts and was about to cut the brownies into pieces when you turned at the sound of Caitlin’s voice.

“They smell delicious, y/n. You were right, brownies are amazing.”

“Told you, they-”

You jumped and winced in pain; you had forgotten that you had taken off your oven mitts, having been distracted by Caitlin, so now you had stupidly burned your hand.

“Shit, that stings.”

Caitlin quickly ran over to your side and instead of running your hand under cold water, she turned into Killer Frost to heal your burn.

“For the love of ice, how long are you two gonna keep flirting with each other before you kiss and get it over with? You’re both killing me here.”

Killer Frost said before turning back into Caitlin.

You remained shocked at Killer Frost’s words.

Was it true? Did Caitlin like you back?

You brushed off the thought and you both went back into the living room, allowing the brownies to cool down.

You decided to watch an episode of One Day At A Time but you didn’t really focus on the episode.

Killer Frost’s words were ringing in your head.

“Y/n?”

The mention of your name brought you back to reality and you saw Caitlin staring at you.

“Where’d you just go?”

“Sorry, Cait. I was just thinking of something Killer Frost said. She told me that you-”

You were cut off by Caitlin who responded by kissing you.

Her lips were soft and the kiss was everything you hoped it would be and more.

“She’s right. I do like you. A lot.” Caitlin said, pulling away from the kiss.

“Great because I like you too. I always have.” You replied, placing your lips back on Caitlin’s.

You moved to straddle her waist as she brought her hands around your waist and you wrapped your arms around her neck, pulling her closer.

You guys kissed for what seemed like years, well, it was actually around 15 minutes, but still, when Caitlin reluctantly pulled away from the kiss once again and spoke.

“Wait, your brownies are getting cold.”

“Meh, it’s worth it.”

You simply replied before going back to kissing Caitlin.

***

You flipped over the page and saw a picture of you in your nightgown with chocolate all over your face.

You closed the photo album and looked at the cover, “Kisses That Last Forever.”

You looked over at your beautiful wife and smiled at her before leaning in to give her a quick but loving kiss.

Definitely worth it.

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