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lokisprettygirl · 1 year ago

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Brokenhearted (Daemon Targaryen x Female Reader) (Non Canon Modern AU) (18+)

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Chapter 5

Summary: As your relationship with Daemon develops you find a secret from his past. Daemon is haunted by a realisation.

Warning: 18+, Smut, sex, degradation kink, pain kink if you squint, consensual sexual choking, Reader has a personality, flashbacks of abusive relationship, sexual abuse, Daemon is a big time smoker so if it’s something triggering don’t read it, he’s not the best boyfriend, alcohol drinking, mention of past trauma and therapy, cigarette smoking, possessive behaviour, some violence, baby needs therapy, baby is trying

It's been a month since Daemon had turned up at your door and asked you to take him back, you were more than eager, it was not about just sex anymore.

You had already begun to care for him even before the breakup but ever since you two had decided to make this relationship healthier you have only fallen in love him more and more everyday, he didn't know that though, you haven't confessed yet, he was still fragile in the emotional sense so you didn't want to push him away with such a declaration of love.

He was trying to be gentler with you, his behavior was changing slowly and just something about a guy doing that for you made you feel special in a way.

He hadn't changed for other people though, just you, he was still the arrogant Daemon you had met the first night but in the privacy of your bedroom he was opening himself up to you, last night he allowed you to caress his head while he rested with his head on your lap on the couch while you two watched a movie, it felt cathartic to have a man like him crumble around you this way. He deserved to feel loved and cared for even though he detested it.

That night after you had affirmed that you wanted him and him only he was completely honest with you, he clarified that he wasn't ready to go all in just yet, he cared about you and felt something deep but he wasn't ready to accept it.

He warned you that he won't be the best man for you because he knew how his mood soured so quickly whenever he was confronted with a situation that reminded him of his past, you still didn't know what had happened to him but you knew it had something to do with a lover.

You were cleaning around the kitchen when you heard your doorbell buzzing so you quickly got him in, he hugged you and then kissed you before he put his hand inside the pocket of his oversized hoodie and took out a tiffany box.

In last one month he had gifted you a coffee machine, a brand new blender which he figured out somehow that you had saved in your wishlist, a few pieces of expensive jewelry you didn't need and now whatever this was,

"What is it?" You chuckled so he smiled,

"Don't worry I'm not asking you to marry me" he joked, that was another fear he had, one of the reasons he didn't want to get involved in a serious relationship was because he didn't want to get married or have kids. You weren't sure what you wanted yet so you really didn't think much of it, for now you just wanted to be with him and he made you happier than you have ever been with a man.

He opened the box and you saw an elegant diamond studded locket in there, it had his initials on the pendant.

"You don't have to wear it if you don't wish to but I got it made extra lightweight so you won't even feel it" he really loved spending his money on you for some reason, he put the chain around your neck and he wasn't wrong, the locket barely had any weight on it.

"Mmmm are you trying to own me ..with your name tag and everything?" you mumbled against his mouth before you kissed him, he couldn't help but smile.

"I already own you silly girl" as soon as he used that voice on you, you were a putty in his hands, you took his hoodie off his body and he wasn't wearing anything underneath it, he picked you up in his arms and took you to the bedroom.

Unlike before Daemon had started to stay the nights here with you and in your sleep you did break the condition he had regarding cuddling but he didn't really mind that. He actually allowed himself to enjoy the warmth of your body.

He laid you down on the bed and stared at you, the initials engraved on the pendant were glittering in the low light of your bedroom.

"Take your clothes off darling, the chain stays" he said firmly so you undressed slowly while you kept your eyes on him and teased him "Mmm good girl..want to fuck you just like that" he gripped your chin and leaned down to kiss you before he pulled away. You got up on your knees and unbuttoned his pants, he had such a pretty cock, so thick in girth and the perfect size, he kept his icy blonde bushes trimmed, the carpet matched the drapes. He had never allowed you to touch him, caress him or suck him before but he was slowly getting rid of that fear of his especially when he noticed your eagerness to please him. He just didn't want to lose all control the way he had done with her.

That's what made him so useless.

He moaned as you grabbed his length in your fist and gave him a stroke, your lips trailed down from his sternum to his abs,

"Is this okay?" You whispered softly and he cupped your cheeks to kiss you.

"Mmmm" he hummed in response as you kissed down from his earlobe to his neck and your lips trailed over the scar on his shoulder blades, his face scrunched in a mixture of pleasure and fright at the same time, he grabbed the back of your neck and laid you down on the bed as he got on top of you,

"That's it darling…I need a moment" he told you softly so you nodded.

"You're okay i promise, you're safe" he gulped as you said that but he didn't step away, he placed his head between your neck and tried to calm his wrecked nerves. You continued to caress his hair and just a minute later he was hard and ready to go again , sometimes he would put a condom on when he fucked you but the other times he just fucked you raw like this, he always enquired if you were talking your pills and you always wondered why he was so diligent about it. Maybe he feared that you'd get pregnant or something.

He got on his knees and pushed his cock inside you, his hand wrapped around your throat as he moved his cock in and out of you slowly.

Nothing about your sex life had changed, it was only becoming more intense and satisfying with every night you spent with him.

He pulled out of you and flipped you around on your front, you gasped as he spanked your cheeks harshly then he brushed your hair aside and his fingers curled around the chain, he thrusted in again at the same time as he pulled your head up using the hold on the chain, there was a sweet pressure around your throat when he pulled on it, you moaned as he leaned down and kissed the side of your neck,

He placed his other arm on the mattress for the support as he increased the pace of his thrusts.

"Tell me that you're mine" he whispered in your ears, his voice was husky and breathy in your ears.

"I'm yours baby I'm yours"

"Tell me that I own this pretty little cunt of yours" he asked again,

"You own my body..you own my cunt..oh god you own me i swear" a loud moan escaped your throat as his cock hit that sweet spot inside you.

"Such an obedient slut..so perfect" he mumbled at the same time as your walls clenched around him and both of you hit the peak of this euphoria together. His cock twitched inside you as you continued to milk his cock and his warm cum filled you to the brim.

You placed your hand around his cheek as you turned your head and he placed his forehead on yours as you both tried to come down from your respective highs.

As his cock went limp he pulled out of you and turned you around on your back.

"I need a cigarette" he whispered softly so you nodded, it's not that you didn't enjoy aftercare after the sex but he wasn't the type of man to give you that and you wanted to respect his boundaries, he was already doing a few things you never thought he would so you wanted to give him time.

He was going to get off you but then he placed his hand on your cheek and stared at you for a moment, a smile formed on his lips.

"You're beautiful, you know that right?" You smiled as he said that. He was doing his best.

"Come here". He murmured as he leaned down and kissed you a few times as tenderly as he could before he finally got up. He never wanted you to feel used even though deep down he knew his actions must have indicated otherwise especially after sex but he wasn't ready to go all sappy for you. He went to the bathroom and when he came back..you got up to clean yourself, when you returned he was in the bed lighting up the cigarette, you knew you had to intervene about this habit at some point as well but now wasn't the time.

"Want me to go to the other room?" He asked you as you got in the bed so you kissed his cheek,

"Stay mister cheese burger" he smiled as you said that. You laid your head down on his shoulder and watched his chest heaving, his heart was still beating so fast.

"Shit I need my ashtray" he cursed under his breath and was about to get up but you put your palm under the cigarette and collected the falling ashes before they could fall on him or the bed. He looked at you intensely as he took another drag and rubbed the ashes on your palm with his fingers hoping it didn't hurt but then next time he promptly dipped the ashes on your palm and you sucked a breath as you felt the warmth of it.

"Kinky" he mumbled as he continued to look at you and it made you smile.

"I'm just used to burning my hands..I don't even feel this"

"Is that so?" he mumbled as he took the last hit from the cigarette while his hypnotic gaze never left your eyes, you suddenly got on his lap and he looked up at you as you sat down on his thighs while you kissed him.

"I have to put this out" he murmured against your mouth and you lifted yourself up until you had your breasts squished against his face,

"Do it" you mumbled as you grabbed his hand and brought it closer to your soft curves, he looked at you intensely, trying to figure out if you were joking or not but the look in your eyes was dark, maybe you were just horny at the moment and feeling bold.

"I'm not going to burn you, you silly girl" he resisted, he didn't want to hurt you like that. He never wanted to put his fingers on you or scar your skin. Especially when he knew how that felt.

"It's okay just once…let me feel it once" he glared at you as you grabbed his hand and he looked at the burning end of the cigarette before he gave into your request, you were asking for it afterall.

He quickly put the cigarette out on the swollen curve of your breasts in one quick motion and you winced because of the burn you felt, but then a moan escaped your mouth and he threw the cigarette away before he kissed you and quickly laid you down under him, his mouth trailed down and he latched his lips around the burned skin before licked it over and over again like a kitten,

"Don't make me do it again you hear me?" He glared at you, his eyes were teary so you nodded, you didn't want to trigger something, you didn't know what had gotten into you suddenly. You just wanted to feel it once and as much as you enjoyed the momentarily rush you knew it was going to hurt later.

"Yeah…I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry" you whispered softly so he cupped your cheeks and kissed you again before he rolled over and laid on his side, "Are you okay? I'm sorry" you whispered as you propped on your elbow. He looked at the mark and caressed it with his fingers.

"It's alright, it's not you i promise" you ran your fingers through his hair gently so he looked at you "Does it hurt?"

"It stings.. just a little"

"Why did you ask me to do that?"

"It was sexy"

"Hurting each other in bed is not sexy darling" he said sternly

"Mmmhmmm then why do you choke me?" You asked sheepishly

"It brings you pleasure, i see the look of pure ecstacy on your face when I do it"

"Well, this brought me pleasure too , you didn't hurt me, you gave me what I asked you to give me" he looked at you again as you said that "That being said..you don't have to do anything you don't want to do in bed, you could just say no and I'll never bring it up, it needs to be like that for both of us…it goes both ways, the safe word is not just for me.. okay?" You said softly and he gulped as the wheels in his head started to turn, he had horrible flashbacks of his time with her and how much she had abused his consent in bed, he just wanted to make her happy and keep her pleased while she continued to remind him of his role as a man in the relationship.

"I can say no and you'd listen to me?" He asked, his voice trembled as he spoke,

"Of Course i would, you're my boyfriend, I care about you and I would never want to do anything that will hurt you" you mumbled as you caressed his cheek.

"Thank you" he turned on his side towards you and you laid down on the pillow as well, you didn't want to overwhelm him so you kept your distance and didn't try to snuggle him, he was trying to open up slowly and you didn't want to hinder his progress.

You knew his trauma wasn't from his childhood because he had a good one, he grew up in London, he and his brother Viserys came to the USA when he was 18 and Viserys had just begun his UFC career, he only retired a few years ago.

Young Daemon looked up to his older brother and wanted to be in the professional ring someday just like Viserys, he even fulfilled that dream of his but something had happened to him later on in life that had ruined everything for him. His issues with intimacy and the scars on his body were enough of an indication that he was in an extremely debilitating and toxic abusive relationship with someone. You had tried to look him up and found an old picture of him from his first official league, he has won that match and he seemed so happy, it was the kind of happiness that seemed genuine, his smile reached his eyes in those pictures, you saw a woman clinging onto him in one of the pictures but you didn't find any further information about her or who she was.

You didn't want to be nosey, you knew he'd tell you if he wanted that information to be shared with you so for now you just wanted to be patient.

Next day you were at an event Daemon had taken you to with him, it was to celebrate the players that had been chosen for the next season and almost all the guys Daemon and Viserys trained under them had qualified. Casey Anderson made it too and that means you had to come face to face with Randall again. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes when you saw him, Daemon was busy with other people so you tried to avoid Randall but like a hawk he spotted you anyway.

"And we meet again" he walked towards you and you took a deep breath, your eyes met with Daemon from across the room so you assured him that you were fine, you didn't want him to lose his cool, especially today at such an event.

"Randall, congratulations" you said to him so he smiled.

"I see ..you're still dating that maniac huh? Makes sense..he's filthy rich" He chuckled but you noticed the venom dripping from his voice,

"He's not a maniac and I'd advise you to keep your mouth shut you fucking creep unless you want to lose a few more teeths" he glared at you as you said that. Funny how some men always got so frustrated when you treated them the way they treated you.

"I see huh ..a match made in heaven, gold digger and the woman abuser" he walked away after insulting you and you resisted the urge to turn around and give it back to him.

You understood why he called you a gold digger but why did he insult Daemon like that? What was he insinuating?

When all the players were on the stage you walked towards your boyfriend and you could see that he seemed lost in his head.

Daemon couldn't help but reminisce about the time he used to be one of these guys, Viserys always told him that it still wasn't too late, that he could still revive his career if he wanted to, he was far too skilled of a fighter to work behind the scenes but Daemon didn't think he was capable of doing it anymore. Everytime he was in the ring with people around him he only saw her face in the crowd and he remembered that last day he was in the ring, he knew he'd never get over that day.

As you linked your fingers with his he turned his head and focused his attention on you instead, he had seen that bastard Randall talking to you before so he was a bit concerned.

"Did he bother you?" He asked you so you shook your head.

"He's just a pathetic little man with a big ego"

"Are you describing me?" He joked but you glared at him

"You're not a pathetic little man"

He kissed your cheek quickly, he wasn't keen on doing any sort of PDA, that wasn't his style and you didn't mind that either but he needed to show you that he appreciated you because he really did appreciate you more than you could imagine and more than he was capable of showing you.

"Thanks for coming with me tonight" he mumbled softly so you smiled and squeezed his hand, his brother was looking at you from the other side of the room so you gave him a smile as well.

He was taking you back to his place after dinner and he saw you were a bit too quiet which wasn't like you at all so he tucked your hair behind your ear to get your attention. The action did make your heart flutter.

"Something wrong?"

"No ..just ..it's just Randall..he said something about you and it's bothering me, not because I believe him but because I know you're not like that I mean i know you..he shouldn't walk around saying stuff like that about you" you rambled on so he looked at you curiously,

"What did he say?"

"He called you a woman abuser" his jaw clenched as you said that.

"Did you believe him?"

"Of course not, that's not why I'm upset baby"

"Well you should be..he wasn't wrong.. he shouldn't know that though.. nobody is supposed to know about that" he mumbled under his breath so you looked at him,

"What do you mean?"

"Well i have done things you most certainly would not approve of" you looked at him confused as he admitted that Randall was right about him.

"You have hurt a woman?" He took a deep breath before he answered,

"Yeahhh..I put hands on a .. girlfriend of mine..hit her so badly that she was in the hospital for a month" he said nonchalantly as if it was something so ordinary for him. As he pulled into the driveway of his building complex he finally looked at you, there was a horrified look on your face,

"Are you scared of me now?" He asked you as he took your seat belt off and guided you to sit on his lap, you slowly crawled on top of him and he kissed you briefly.

"I'd never hurt you" he mumbled so you caressed his cheek with your fingers.

"Why did you do that?"

You asked him because you wanted to find the reason, you knew he had a short temper but he had never hurt you like that and you knew in your heart that he wasn't capable of doing something like that.

"You didn't answer my question..are you scared of me?"

He asked you again, this time his voice was more firm so you shook your head and kissed him lovingly to show him that you weren't afraid of him.

"I'm not scared of you, I'm just trying to understand you..there must be a reason, something that you're not telling me" you whispered softly, you didn't want to make your judgement on half information.

"I did it, reason or not, I did it and as a man I shouldn't have done it" his eyes teared up so you kissed his forehead. He wasn't a cruel man, you didn't want to believe that he'd just hurt someone like that in the fit of anger.

"Was it an act of retaliation? Defense?"

"It doesn't matter–"

"It does to me..I'm not asking you to tell me everything Daemon, it's just a simple question, did you do it because you finally had enough of it?" You asked him again and instead of answering he just nodded before he put his head down on your chest and hugged you tightly. You caressed his head to comfort him and none of you said a word for a while but then you spoke,

"It's okay…it's okay..i promise.. you did nothing wrong"

"I don't want you to think of me differently "

"I won't..i know you well enough to make my own judgments and I'll be here whenever you want to share more..you were just trying to protect yourself" he nodded as you said that. He had gotten really lucky in life when he had found you, the secrets he had kept from you were slowly starting to unravel but the way you looked at him made him believe that you won't put him down once you learn more about him. A part of him believed that you'd be his savior, that you'd hold his hand and pull him out of this hell he had trapped himself in.

He had given up on living, he was merely existing before you came into his life but now there was a hope again.

"I fear you'd pity me once you will learn everything about me" you chuckled as he said that but your eyes were teary and the look on your face was of pure admiration..

"Pity you? I could never pity the man that saved my life, you have been my only hero since that night in the alley.. I could never pity a man like you. You're so strong and no matter what you tell me, your past would never make me feel pity for you"

You told him your honest feelings and he just looked at you like you were his own personal angel sent from heaven, just for him.

It was in that exact moment he had realized that he was feeling something he had vowed to never feel. He was slowly falling in love again and he was terrified of that realization.

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strawberrybasilsorbet · 1 month ago

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Jilytober Day 6

Had some time this evening to work on another Jilytober fic! (Edit: Oops, forgot to tag! @jilytoberfest ). Hoping to go back and catch up on the days I missed, but in the meantime, here's my try at today's prompt:

October 6th: Making food together / food disasters

Clearly, something had gone wrong.

James furrowed his brow, staring at the chunks of apple and squash that he'd painstakingly peeled and cubed — by hand! — before dumping them into the tall Muggle goblet. Maybe he'd made a mistake with the plugs?

Around him, the kitchen hummed with the soft crooning of a record player and the clinking of pots and pans. The aroma of thyme, sage and cinnamon filled the air, suffusing the space with the unmistakable scents of Christmas Eve.

Lily and her mother were chatting about a neighbor's upcoming baby shower, occasionally pausing to check a recipe book or put a dish into the oven. James glanced over to make sure that neither of them had yet noticed his mistake, then turned back to the eclectic goblet on the countertop.

He double-checked the plug. It sat in the wall, exactly as Lily had shown him. He looked once more at the switch on the back of the device. It was pointed toward the word "On."

Wasn't something supposed to be happening?

James yanked the plug out of the wall and flicked the "On/Off" switch again. No change. He removed the tight-fitting lid from atop the goblet and peered inside, trying to see if anything stirred. He could see the circle of blades at the bottom, but they didn't move.

There was nothing else for it.

"Um, excuse me. Mrs. Evans?"

"What is it, dear?" asked Lily's mother, looking up from where she had begun to measure out a cup of sugar.

James thought back to his fifth year Muggle Studies vocabulary exams, trying to remember the proper phrasing. "I think that your power might be out," he said.

Lily looked up, and she and her mother exchanged a glance, confused. James cringed internally at the awkward moment. He must have gotten it wrong. "I mean, I think there's something wrong with your eckletricity," he corrected hastily. He gestured at the goblet. "It isn't working."

Mrs. Evans still looked wrongfooted, but Lily smirked. "Having trouble with the blender?"

Even as embarrassed as he felt, James couldn't help but return her smile. "Yeah, seems like it," he replied.

"Did you plug it in?"

"Yes."

"Did you turn it on?"

"Yes!"

"Did you hit the button?"

James paused. "The button?"

"In the front." Lily giggled as James turned back to the device, examining the raised knobs on the base. He always forgot about Muggle buttons, which looked nothing at all like normal buttons, the sort one might use to fasten a cloak. "You have to press the button to make it start, James."

"Right," said James. He looked over at Mrs. Evans and ran a hand through his hair, trying to project confidence. "I know about buttons," he told her. "We covered them in school, I just forgot. I'll get it started now—"

"No, wait! The lid—"

But before James could react to Lily's warning, he had already pressed the fateful button that began the eclectic spell. With a horribly loud whirring sound, the blades at the bottom of the machine came to life, turning with a speed that made the goblet shake. In moments, it had sent chunks of apple and squash soaring through the kitchen — and splashed the chicken stock directly into James's face.

Without thinking, James grabbed his wand from his pocket and cast a Body-Bind curse on the machine. He'd mostly done this on impulse — he hadn't been at all certain that it would work — but the machine froze, salvaging most of the ingredients inside. He flicked the switch to "Off," then removed the curse.

James turned sheepishly back toward Mrs. Evans, who looked as if she were caught between amusement and disbelief. After a moment, amusement won out, and she laughed warmly before handing James a towel from a drawer.

"That's alright, James, dear," she said. "Why don't I take over the soup for now, and you stir up the batter for the pudding?" James nodded, switching places with Mrs. Evans to join Lily at the table. He wiped the stock from his face. "Can you double-check the roast, love?" Mrs. Evans asked her daughter, grabbing some more apples to replace what had been lost. Lily nodded and turned to the oven.

Putting the towel aside, James picked up a wooden spoon to work on the pudding. He hoped his face wasn't too red.

Gripping the spoon awkwardly in his hand, he began to mix the sugar, chopped cranberries, flour and molasses together in wide circles. This was only his second time meeting Lily's parents —the first had been on the train platform as they arrived home for the holidays — and his first time visiting a Muggle house. He'd been so proud to be invited to Christmas Eve dinner, and when he'd offered to help, he'd been hoping to show the Evanses that he could fit in — to make a good impression. But the sheer number of strange devices and loud sounds to remember had overwhelmed him, made it difficult to keep Lily's instructions fixed in his head. He hadn't meant to use magic. Not, James grumbled internally, that he'd been doing so well without it...

James's spiraling thoughts were interrupted by a warm hand taking his own. His heart stuttered. "Hold the spoon like this," Lily said, stepping in to rearrange his grip. "Like a wand. You'll have more control, and you'll be able to whip the batter faster."

James could think of nothing but the warmth of Lily's hands over his own. She stood so close that he could have counted her freckles without his glasses.

The sudden din of eckletricity made him jump. Mrs. Evans had managed to fix the issue with the eclectric goblet (The blender, Lily had said? Or was he thinking of a fender?). After a few moments, the apples and squash were pulverized into a thick, liquid mixture. It looked as though the soup was saved.

"There," Mrs. Evans said with satisfaction, turning back toward Lily and James at the table. Her lips quirked upward, and Lily took a quick step back.

"I was just showing James how to hold the spoon, Mum," Lily said, reddening. "He doesn't mix batter often, since wizard families usually use spells for cooking..."

Mrs. Evans, who had looked skeptical of her daughter's excuses, turned toward James with interest. "Really?"

James nodded. "Oh, yeah, we always use magic to cook at my house."

"Well, isn't that the most exciting thing!" She looked impressed. "Could you show me?"

"He can! He's seventeen, too!" said Lily eagerly. That was right — she'd said that her mum was interested in magic. It was her sister that was the problem...

James ran his hand through his hair, which (to his embarrassment) was still wet with chicken stock. Lily's mother was watching him expectantly. This was his opportunity to make up for his earlier fumbling, James thought, drawing his wand. He tried to remember the spell for stirring. He'd seen the wand movement so many times...

The cranberry batter exploded in his face.

The kitchen was silent. James blinked, covered in food for the second time in a row. "Um. Usually my mum does it."

Mrs. Evans burst into loud guffaws, and suddenly, James felt lighter than he'd been all afternoon. "Of course she does," Mrs. Evans said. "Nothing new under the sun. Let me grab you a towel to clean up, dear..."

"Thank you very much, Mrs. Evans," James said. As she bustled from the kitchen, he turned back toward the table, wondering if he should measure out ingredients for a second batch.

As Mrs. Evans footsteps grew quieter on the stairs, Lily stepped close to James once more. "Very smooth," she whispered in his ear. In a quick movement, she licked some of pudding batter from his cheek and kissed the skin underneath. James blushed.

Lily walked back to her side of the table, eyeing James with mock thoughtfulness. Cranberry juice and molasses stained her mouth like lipstick. "The batter's okay," she said, grinning. "Let's add more sugar this time."

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kneazle · 22 days ago

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@jeddieweek Day 2: tricks & treats

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It was Chris's idea. And Josh will go to the grave saying it.

The week following up to Halloween was almost as busy as the day itself for dispatch, and so Josh found himself not being able to see Eddie until Halloween night for the party Buck and Tommy were throwing, at Buck's insistence of course–and one of Chris's friends were moving across the country the week after, which meant the teenager asked to spend the days leading to the holiday sleeping over.

It was Chris who suggested they play a trick on his dad that week they would be gone from the house–and Eddie ate all the leftover dessert they took home their last date night, so he deserved it.

They placed small recorders tucked underneath appliances in the kitchen, set to go off if Eddie so much as touched the machine. Tommy wasn't the only one who knows a guy, thank you very much-... and okay maybe Tommy was the one who introduced them.

In addition to the recordings, they set up a camera in the kitchen to catch it all. And damn, was it gold.

Josh sat in the break room having eaten already, phone out as he went to the saved camera feed from that morning.

He watched Eddie walk into the kitchen, yawning as he headed for the coffee machine– and then jumped back with a jolt, catching himself with flailing arms barely keeping himself from falling on his ass. Josh smothered his laugh behind his hand. Eddie looked around wildly before going to touch the machine again. He yanked his hand back as if burned, saying something Josh couldn't hear without the audio but it didn't take a genius to know Eddie was either cursing or sending up a prayer as his normal coffee machine talked to him. Josh chuckled watching Eddie keep his distance, glancing back to eye it. He went to the blender no doubt to make a smoothie instead– only to actually jump and fall back on his ass this time. Eddie looked wide eyed and freaked, scrambling back onto his feet with a wince.

Josh had tears in his eyes laughing by the time Eddie ran out of the kitchen in fear, giving up when even his toaster greeted him and said his name. Then Josh looked at his texts.

Sue came out to ask him if he was okay when she found him bent over wheezing and crying from laughter.

On Halloween night it still made Josh laugh if he thought about it. Chris though, will be teasing his dad for weeks. Eddie thankfully was only huffy about it for a day until Josh distracted him with his mouth, and then they had the party.

"This wig is ridiculous," Josh scowled at himself in the mirror. His body was covered in a red jumpsuit, on the front was a white circle outlined in black with Thing 2 in the middle, and a bright blue wig on his head.

Eddie came up behind him in the same outfit and wig, with the exception of his jumpsuit saying Thing 1, and wrapped his arms around Josh's waist. "I think you look good," Eddie said, his eyes trailing over his body in the mirror.

Josh breathed in sharply, feeling all of Eddie as there wasn't much to their costume, and he plastered himself along Josh's back. "Don't you start-" Josh scolded. "Chris is waiting for us to go."

"Fine," Eddie sighed, moving away from Josh. "But if you think I'm not dragging you somewhere private during this party…"

Josh turned around, grabbing the jumpsuit to pull Eddie in for a kiss. "They do have the guestroom…"

"Sounds like a plan," Eddie said with a grin, grabbing his hand as they walked out of the room.

Chris waited for them in the living room already in his costume. A red and white striped tophat on his head, red bowtie, cat facepaint, wearing a black and white cat onesie with the tail.

"You two look great!" Chris smiled widely. "Jee is going to love it."

Did Josh forget to mention Jee was the one who picked out everyone's costumes for this party?

"Stupid cat in the hat," Eddie mumbled, cursing under his breath as he grabbed their jackets.

Josh exchanged a grin with Chris, both of them knowing he didn't hate the costumes so much as being annoyed he had to wear the jumpsuit and wig while Buck and Tommy got to be a king and prince per Jee's instructions.

Josh leaned over and kissed his boyfriend's cheek, excitement filling him at attending his first Halloween party with everyone.

Knowing he would have Eddie in that guest bedroom was only a bonus– a big bonus.

#jeddie #jeddie week 2024 #josh russo #eddie diaz

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pianokantzart · 2 years ago

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If You Can’t Stand The Heat

One-shot fic. Don’t know if it qualifies as fluff/angst or hurt/comfort, but ptsd is definitely happening.

Mario and Luigi settle into a new home in The Mushroom Kingdom shortly after their victory over Bowser. Both try their best to embrace the new normal, but both have their own struggles wrapping their heads around everything they just survived.

Now posted on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46686196

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Luigi never had a kitchen to himself before. The moment he and his brother declared themselves homeowners, his entire family, near and far, pitched in to make sure they had everything they needed. The kitchen especially was stocked with all their hearts desired, as everyone in the family had a spare something: cutlery, spatulas, measuring spoons, cutting boards, cheese graters, rolling pins, crock pots, meat tenderizers, bread machines, pitchers, pots, pans, knives, blenders, choppers, slicers, mixers, grinders, peelers, juicers, shakers… Mario tried to explain that they could stock their own kitchen– the plumbing business was going great, they had money now, but nobody listened. In their own loud, pushy, overbearing way, they only wanted to make sure he and his brother were taken care of. They were family, after all.

While Luigi had always pitched in to help cook for big events and celebrations back in Brooklyn, the kitchen was his mother’s domain, kept pristine, efficient, and orderly. She was an unstoppable machine that churned out three multi-course meals a day, all made from scratch. She worked hard, poured her whole heart into every detail, and always made sure everyone was fed and taken care of. Luigi was often told– sometimes condescendingly– he took after his mother, but to him this was no insult. Quite the opposite. At last he had a kitchen of his own, and though he was cooking for a household of two rather than nine it felt like no less of a responsibility, especially given the way Mario had been for the past few days. To anyone who hadn’t lived with Mario his entire life, he seemed fine. Better than fine. He behaved like his usual self, head raised high and a spring in his step, ready to take on the world. Nobody else knew how little sleep he was getting, sitting up in bed while looking back and forth between his brother and the window like a newly-hired guard dog, waiting for the worst. Nobody else saw how his whole body shifted into a fighting stance at the slightest hint of trouble, the worry in his eyes every time Luigi stepped away for longer than a minute.

For as long as Luigi could remember, Mario treated his own life with reckless abandon while treating Luigi’s like it was more valuable than the world itself. It was only two weeks ago that they nearly lost each other, and then found each other, and then saved each other by the skin of their teeth. Luigi, feeling a little guilty, was dead set on seeing to it that all was made right again. He was happy to stick close to his brother for as long as needed, stay up talking for long hours into the night, and manage the plumbing business whenever Mario finally felt calm enough to fall asleep (no matter what time of day it was). But more than anything he kept their new house clean and organized, intent on ensuring every square inch of it truly felt like home– a safe haven where nothing could hurt them.

Of course, their first home-cooked meal would be a major milestone, and what better way to launch their kitchen than with an old-fashioned Italian pizza? Luigi layered the sauce and the mozzarella on the freshly stretched dough while the oven preheated, singing “Che La Luna” to himself while Mario sat in the living room, trying to beat the first boss of Kid Icarus.

“You sure you don’t want any help, Luigi?” “I said I’ve got this!” Luigi called back, pausing his singing as he added fresh basil leaves and a sprinkle of salt. “I’m almost done. Dinner in five!”

Luigi plucked up the pizza peel by handle and headed toward the oven, pleased with his handiwork. He picked the tune back where he left off, taking a moment to twirl proudly in his apron as he crossed the kitchen floor. “C' 'na luna mezz'u mare Mamma mia m'a maritare!…” He carefully held his creation in his right hand as he leaned down and opened the oven door. “Figlia mia a cu te dare Mamma mia pensace-”

The blast of heat hit him. Luigi suddenly stopped singing. He had been so lost in his own thoughts… he didn’t even expect the oven to feel like this, five hundred degrees fahrenheit slamming against his cheeks like a heavy blow. Blindsided by the sensation, an uncontrollable tremor slowly overtook him, the pizza he had so carefully prepared falling out of his hands, clattering to the tile floor.

“Lu! You okay?” Luigi didn’t hear Mario’s voice. The comforting presence one room over disappeared under an ocean of fear that crashed down upon him, suffocating him. The cozy kitchen, the golden light of evening streaming through the open window, and the smell of yeast and flour evaporated under ash and sulfur, boiling magma lapping at his feet and red-hot iron bending beneath his hands. His heart pounded so hard he felt like it was about to burst, blood rushing to his head and turning his mind inside out while it desperately attempted to grasp reality… This wasn’t real! It was over! He was safe! He was home! He… Heat. He was trapped. He was burning. Luigi leapt back from the oven, hitting himself against the island table as he fell. Hard stone, sharp claws, bony hands, crushing scales, falling debris. Heat. Oppressive, inescapable as death.

“Mario!” Luigi screamed his brother’s name on instinct, unaware he was already in the doorway, rushing to his side.

“Luigi! what’s wrong?” Mario took hold of his brother. Luigi tried to wriggle out of his grasp as though his life depended on it. He shook violently, pressing his hands tightly to his face as he screamed again, voice cracking with terror and desperation.

“Mario!”

“I’m here Lu! I’ve got you!” With some effort, Mario managed to force Luigi’s hands away from his face. He held Luigi’s cheeks and looked into his eyes– they were wide, tearful, looking past everything toward some undisclosed horror in the middle distance. At last they shifted, returning to the present world, settling upon the face in front of him. He shivered terribly, his breathing shallow, his brow soaked in sweat as recognition finally dawned on him. “… Mario?”

“I’ve got you.” Mario pulled Luigi close, pressing their foreheads together as they sat on the kitchen floor, surrounded by a mess of trampled dough and scattered flour. “I’m here. I’ve got you.” Mario repeated softly, “You’re okay. You’re okay. I’ve got you.”

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That night, they had ice cream for dinner. Mario stood in the living room in front of the coffee-table-turned-dessert-bar, and split a tub of butterscotch-caramel between two dishes, topping them with mounds of whipped cream, sprinkles, and cherries. Luigi sat on the nearby couch, wrapped in a quilt, watching his brother divvy out the icecream from a carton that still had the smudged remnants of “Mario’s! Do not touch!” written on the side in sharpie, hastily scratched out at the last minute.

“You want pecans too?” Mario asked, already popping open the tin. Luigi nodded, tightening the blanket a little further around his shoulders. His hands still shivered as he took the bowl from his brother. He was quiet for a moment, taking a few bites of the ice cream, fighting down another wave of tears that tried to bubble to the surface even now that the worst of the attack had left him. He was miserable. Exhausted. Defeated. “I feel so stupid.”

“You shouldn’t.” Mario sat on the couch, shoulder-to-shoulder against his brother while holding his sundae in his lap. “This is normal, I think. I mean... you went through a lot.”

“You didn’t fall apart like this.” Luigi whined, “You went through a lot too.” “What I went through is different.” Mario retorted, stirring his sundae into a brown, chocolatey slurry with his spoon, “I wasn’t alone like you were. Even from the first moment I landed in The Mushroom Kingdom I had Toad watching my back. You didn’t have anyone.”

Luigi didn’t say anything, he just looked at his older brother. Mario was right, but he didn’t like how guilty he looked while saying it. It wasn’t his fault that they got ripped in separate directions, it wasn’t his fault they ended up where they ended up. He did everything he could. He did amazing, all considering.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Mario asked, breaking the silence between them. “You know… what happened to you while we were apart?”

Luigi took a bite of his ice cream to buy himself time to consider his response. The answer was no, of course, even though Luigi knew talking about it would be good for him. He dreaded the thought of putting his experience into words. Even in the daylight hours, when all was well and the world was as it should be, merely thinking about The Dark Lands made his chest hurt and his hair stand on end. “Can I talk about it tomorrow?” “You can talk about it whenever you like,” Mario assured. He reached his free hand over to Luigi’s shoulder and tugged him into a playful side hug. “You’ve been here for me Lu, but don’t forget I’m here for you too! and I’m gonna keep being here, every step of the way. That’s a promise.”

Luigi smiled. Tears welled up in his eyes, far from the fearful tears that had plagued him moments before. “Mario…” Luigi set his ice cream down on the coffee table in front of him, rubbed his tears away on the palm of his hand, and plucked his little-big brother up into a bear hug. Mario barely had enough time to put his own ice cream down safely before being yanked into the embrace. “…We’re a mess.” Luigi chuckled, sounding happy at last. The shivering was almost gone, his breathing was steady, and his heartbeat was almost normal. Mario noted each of these things while he was pressed against his brother, and couldn’t help but smile as well. He’d be okay. Whether Luigi knew it or not, he was strong as either of them. It would take a bit of time, but they were going to be okay.

“Yeah.” Mario laughed, resting his chin against his brother’s shoulder, “we sure are.”

#mario movie #mario movie spoilers #mario #luigi #domestic luigi is my weakness #and so is hugging #trigger warning for panic attacks #and ptsd #Just two boys loving and supporting each other through their trauma #mario brothers #super mario brothers #my writing #fanfic

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aurumacadicus · 1 year ago

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As we clean out the kitchen for renovation we’re finding a lot of old stuff that my parents bought when they moved in together many years ago (up to fifty lmao). My mom has an Oster food processor/blender with basically every attachment. “This was expensive even when we bought it,” she and Dad told me. They got a lot of use out of it, it’s one of their favorite purchases, they just haven’t used it much since we moved into our house and had to put it someplace inaccessible. They’ve said they would use it more if it wasn’t such a fucking pain to get down and put back up.

For shiggles I was looking at the USD inflation calculator to see how much the equivalent would be now and THEY SPENT THE EQUIVALENT OF $2,300!?! Like it was obviously worth it, the machine is still going strong 45 years later, but my god. If I bought a Kitchenaid mixer today with all the same attachments (they don’t make some of the attachments my mom and dad have) it would be almost a thousand dollars and it wouldn’t have that much fucking staying power.

Anyway Mom says it’s mine and if my sister tries to take it I will gnaw her fucking hands off.

#family stories

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surpriserose · 1 year ago

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Guys please help i think i got a haunted copy of papas freezeria deluxe and now im scared

Like a lot of people, I was excited to see Papa’s Freezeria Deluxe come to Steam. It was a dream come true. Until it became a nightmare. I thought I was in for a weekend of nostalgic fun. Boy was I wrong.

It started okay, I didn’t get it from a sketchy source or anything. I'm against piracy and I would never pirate a game so near and dear to my heart. I just downloaded it off Steam like any other game. And it looked like a normal children’s game too. The starting screen was bright and happy, the smoothies on either side of the start button beckoning me in.

The problems didn’t start until I hit my first payday. Since I finally had the money from a week’s worth of drinks, I clicked on the shop page. When I looked at the furniture it was all purple and black and orange. The whole shop was Halloween themed and I hadn’t even unlocked holidays yet. I thought it was a little odd, but figured it was just a visual glitch in the end. The video game equivalent of colors bleeding in the wash. I bought a few bats and hung them up in the spirit of things.

When I clicked to start the next day, it was like I really had skipped forward to Halloween. My first customer was Marty and he was in costume. He was dressed as a zombie, but the thing was, his costume just looked so realistic. His skin was gray and cracked in places, showing muscle and bone underneath. His model lurched forward, hands with long black nails raised up. He left a trail of hyper realistic blood on the floor. Then my avatar spotted Marty and he looked scared. My simulacrum contorted his cartoonish brows and his mouth gaped open.

Quickly, I pressed to go to the blender station, hoping to save my avatar. Instead of the usual head on counter view, I was in a hallway with a third person view of my avatar. I could see the entire kitchen and it was horrifying. The ice cream machine was slowly churning what looked like more hyper realistic blood. I hoped it was just strawberry flavored. Bloody handprints were smeared on the walls and counters. There were about five bloody knives on the floor. The toppings section was awash in human viscera. I had to get my little guy out of here. I spotted a door at the end of the hallway.

I started pressing the W key, which is forward in most games. My avatar moved forward slowly, as if he was hesitating. As if somehow whatever was in front of him was worse than what was behind him. But that couldn’t be possible, right? I smashed the W key down and my avatar started sprinting. He slammed into the door and flung it open, revealing an alleyway behind the Freezeria. One that was crawling with 30 of those hyper realistic zombies. They all looked like the other customers. Neither I or my avatar had any time to react before they leapt at him. Where my avatar once stood was now a mass of gray and green hands and a slowly growing pool of blood beneath them. But my avatar could still scream, and did. They sounded so real and chilled me to the bone.

The curtains swooped down from either side of my screen and the familiar after work minigame popped up. Sundae shot. I only had one ticket to play and there was no way to exit the game. I pressed start.

The curtains retreated, revealing a horde of realistic zombies. I was in first person, a pistol in my cartoon hands. I grabbed my mouse and switched to FPS mode. I shot the first Zombie in the head, and Boomer went down, the remains of her head splattered on the wall behind her. I was able to take out four more of them before the gun clicked in my hand. Empty. I swore and started trying to move using WASD, but I remained rooted in place as the horde marched forward. I threw my arms up in front of my face, bracing for gory impact. But the curtains swung down right as the first zombie reached me.

I hadn’t realized I was holding my breath, and let out a sigh. The game had closed itself. I was tired after this ordeal, so I figured I’d save deleting it from my Steam library for tomorrow. I stood up from my chair and stretched my arms above my head before I heard the satisfying click in my back. It was another click I heard first. The click of a lock being turned. I swung towards the door of my studio apartment. It creaked open a few inches and I heard a harmony of low groans. It was when the first rotted hand stuck out from the shadows outside that I knew I had nowhere to run.

#scary #spooky #creepy #really scary guys i promise #my writing or whatever my tag is #papas freezeria #creepypasta

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bandedbulbussnarfblat · 2 years ago

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Remember that post that joked about Daniel's daughters finding Armand playing with a blender in his house? I wrote a fic of it. Read it on ao3 here

“Dad?”

There's no answer. Rachel can hear a blender going inside; he must not be able to hear her. She digs her own keys out of her hoodie pocket and finds the old key to his place. She lets herself in and heads to the kitchen.

“This has kale. No one likes kale.” She can hear her dad say as she reaches the door. He's in sweat pants and a tee shirt and bedroom slippers. Standing in front of him is a young man holding a smoothie. He's attractive with dark hair and nice shoulders. Something's up with his eyes though, they almost look orange from this angle. And are those pajamas he's wearing?

“It's healthy; you need to eat more fruits and vegetables,” The young man says, passing Daniel the glass. “You can drink it while you take a walk.'

“Or I can make coffee.”

“The doctor recommends thirty minutes of physical activity a day.”

Rachel watches as her dad hooks a finger in the loop of the man's pants and tugs him forward. He murmurs something in his ear. The young man rolls his eyes, then smiles. “Later, if you behave.” Then he kisses Daniel on the cheek.

Rachel does not want to know. She does not want to know.

“Hi Daddy!” she blurts loudly.

Her father and the man turn to look her way. The man does indeed have orange eyes. And okay, whatever. People can wear whatever weird contacts they like. Daniel drops his hand from the man. The man studies her with his gaze, before glancing toward Daniel. They look at each other a moment and say nothing, but it certainly feels like they are communicating something.

“Hi sweetie; I didn't know you were stopping by.”

“Clearly,” she says dryly.

Rachel glances toward the young man. He's younger than her! Mid to late twenties, most like. She just celebrated her 30th birthday. It sent her on a spiral of despair, grief for her wasted youth and all the things she never did. Then she sobered up. Still, it was a reminder of her mortality, and with it, she thought of her father's. He's sick, and she doesn't know how much time they have left. She wants to make things right before he goes.

“This is Armand; he's an old friend,” Daniel says. He looks back at Armand for a second, giving him a Look. Rachel isn't sure what it means, but she's seen her mom do something similar to her stepdad enough to recognize its intimacy. “Armand, this is my youngest, Rachel.”

“Pleasure to meet you.” The voice is smooth like velvet and sweet like honey. And yeah, Rachel gets it. He's hot. Her father is old. Sure, she would have assumed this problem would be more lady-shaped, if it were to occur. How can she bring it up and still sound supportive? She hardly cares if he's gay or bi or whatever. But she doesn't want him taken advantage of by some gold digger. Especially when he hasn't got any gold to dig, not really.

“Uh-huh,” she says and crosses her arms. She really wants to grill this guy. Find out what he's about. She's never felt particularly protective of her father, their relationship has been strained since the divorce with her mom. But he's her dad and he's sick.

“What are you doing here, Rach?”

Rachel shrugs. “You know, it's been awhile.”

Before Daniel can answer—and she wants to hear his answer, she does—his phone rings. “I gotta take this,” he says, then glances between the two of them. “Play nice.”

As soon as he steps out of earshot Rachel snips “So do you call him Daddy too?”

Armand's face is expressionless.

“Never mind, low hanging fruit,” Rachel continues. “How long have you and my dad known each other?”

“Oh, years now,” Armand says, moving to the cupboard. He pulls down the can of coffee and starts the machine. It's new; Rachel has never seen it before. It has more buttons than can possibly be necessary.

“How many years?” she asks, then “You aren't one of his students are you?”

Armand tilts his head. “You believe your father would sleep with one of his students?”

“If they look like you, maybe,” Rachel says, then winces at the confirmation. “So you are sleeping together.”

“Does that bother you?”

Rachel glances out the door. Daniel is still speaking into the phone. She closes the door and turns to face him. “Real talk, aren't you a little young for him? Because trust me, fucking someone old enough to be your dad doesn't fix your daddy issues. I would know.”

Boy, would she know.

Armand chuckles lightly. “My relationship with my father wasn't lacking.”

Oh. Wasn't lacking. Past tense. Great. So he's probably fucking her dad because his own dad is dead and he has unresolved trauma around it or something. Who knows? But now she's a dick for bringing it up. “Can I ask why? I mean, what's in it for you?”

“Is your father not enough?”

That's a loaded question that Rachel doesn't want to answer. She'd rather not discuss all the ways her father failed her with his new...whatever this was. She sighs. “My mom was his midlife crisis. I don't know what you are.”

“You believe I'm taking advantage of him.” He says it simply, without malice.

“Are you?”

Something shifts in his expression and he looks toward the door behind her. “I believed I was, once. Then with time, I came to love Daniel.” His gaze returns to her, meeting her eyes. “That's what you want to know, isn't it? If I care for him as he does me?”

“I-yes.” Rachel feels uncertain now. There's something in Armand's voice that sounds honest. But then, the best liars did.

“The answer is yes. I plan to love your father until the end of his days, which I'm aware are fewer than mine. We are making the best of the time that remains.”

Rachel nods. She isn't sure if she believes him or not, but what was the harm in letting her dad be happy? He did seem happy.

She points a finger at him. “If you hurt him, I will find you and end you.”

Armand laughs. Rachel doesn't see what's so funny. “No, but Daniel is concerned for his relationship with you. He will be pleased to know you care so much.”

Rachel wants to tell him that her father will never know of this conversation, but the door opens and her father steps in. His eyes go to Armand's and they look at each other for a moment. Whatever he sees in Armand's face must reassure him, because he visibly relaxes.

It'll be okay. Her dad is happy. Everything else will sort itself out.

#interview with the vampire fic #daniel molloy #armand #daniel/armand

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atplblog · 10 days ago

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Frankz Rechargeable Citrus Juicer, Orange Juicer Squeezer, Mosambi Juicer, Wireless Portable Juicer Blender with USB Charging Electric Fruit Juicer Machine for Travel & Kitchen Purpose (Multicolour)

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creativenessidea · 5 months ago

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Finding Your Perfect Blend: The Ultimate Guide to Choosing the Best Blender

The humble blender: a kitchen workhorse that can whip up everything from silky smoothies to creamy nut butters, and even hot soups. But with so many options on the market, from budget-friendly to top-of-the-line, choosing the right blender can feel like navigating a smoothie gone wrong. Fear not, blending enthusiasts! This guide will equip you with the knowledge to find the perfect machine to match your needs and budget.

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Power: Measured in watts, power determines a blender's ability to crush ice and handle tough ingredients. For everyday blending, 700 watts is sufficient, while tougher tasks might require 1000 watts or more.

Capacity: How much do you typically blend? Choose a jug size that accommodates your needs, whether it's single-serve smoothies or family-sized batches of soup.

Speed Settings: Variable speed settings offer control over the blending process. Look for a blender with at least three settings (low, medium, high) for tackling different tasks.

Pre-programmed Settings: Some blenders offer pre-programmed settings for smoothies, ice crushing, and other functions. These can be convenient for one-touch blending.

Ease of Use: Consider factors like intuitive controls, a comfortable handle, and self-cleaning capabilities when evaluating ease of use.

Noise Level: If noise is a concern, look for a blender with a quieter motor.

Budget: Blenders range in price from under $50 to over $500. Determine how much you're willing to spend before you start shopping.

Top Contenders: Blenders for Every Need

Here are some popular blenders across different categories to get you started:

Best Overall: Vitamix 5200 Professional-Grade Blender: This powerhouse tackles everything from smoothies to nut butters with ease. It boasts a powerful motor, durable construction, and a user-friendly interface.

Best Value: Ninja Nutri Bullet Pro 1000: This personal blender is perfect for single-serve smoothies and protein shakes. It's powerful, affordable, and comes with convenient single-serve cups.

Best for Soups: Breville Thermal Pro: This unique blender heats ingredients while blending, allowing you to create hot soups and sauces directly in the jug.

Best for Quiet Blending: Breville Control Grip Immersion Blender: This hand-held blender is a great option for smaller blending tasks and offers quieter operation compared to full-size blenders.

Beyond the Blend: Tips for Blender Bliss

No matter which blender you choose, here are some tips for optimal blending results:

Use the right blade attachment: Some blenders come with different blade attachments for specific tasks.

Start slow and increase speed gradually: This helps prevent ingredients from getting stuck and ensures even blending.

Add liquids first: This creates a vortex that pulls ingredients down towards the blades.

Don't overload the blender: Follow the manufacturer's recommendations for maximum filling capacity.

With the right blender and a little know-how, you'll be a blending pro in no time. So, grab your favorite ingredients, fire up your machine, and get ready to unlock a world of culinary possibilities – all at the press of a button!

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Juice Master: Revolutionize Your Kitchen with the Latest Juicer Machine Innovations

The fundamental kitchen equipment for any cook are the mixer, juicer, and grinder machines. These three items are considered the holy trinity of culinary convenience. These appliances simplify meal preparation, regardless of experience level, providing a range of features catered to various cooking requirements.

Juicer: Extracting Nature's Essence

Juicers are the epitome of freshness, allowing you to transform an array of fruits and vegetables into refreshing beverages bursting with vitamins and nutrients. From citrus juicers dedicated to squeezing the zesty essence of oranges and lemons to centrifugal and masticating juicers adept at extracting juices from fibrous produce like kale and carrots, the options are as varied as the fruits themselves. A juicer mixer not only facilitates a healthier lifestyle by promoting the consumption of wholesome, homemade juices but also offers a delightful way to experiment with flavors and concoct custom blends.

Mixer: The Maestro of Mixing

Enter the mixer—an appliance revered for its prowess in seamlessly amalgamating ingredients, whipping up fluffy cakes, kneading dough for fresh bread, or blending smooth batters for savory dishes. With multiple speed settings and an assortment of attachments, mixers offer versatility unmatched by manual mixing methods. Stand mixers, hand mixers, and immersion blenders cater to different preferences and culinary requirements, empowering users to achieve precise textures and consistencies with minimal effort. The mixer's ability to effortlessly combine ingredients makes it a cornerstone of any well-equipped kitchen, simplifying the process of creating culinary masterpieces.

Grinder: From Whole to Ground

Completing the trifecta is the grinder, a humble yet indispensable appliance that elevates the culinary experience by transforming whole spices, grains, and legumes into fine powders or pastes. Whether you're grinding spices for aromatic curries, milling grains for homemade flour, or pulverizing nuts for decadent desserts, a grinder expedites the process while preserving the integrity of the ingredients' flavors and aromas. From traditional stone grinders to modern electric grinders equipped with powerful motors, the options cater to a spectrum of preferences, ensuring that every culinary creation starts with freshly ground ingredients.

The Evolution: Juicer Mixer Grinder Combo

Innovations in kitchen technology have led to the emergence of the juicer mixer grinder combo—an all-in-one solution that seamlessly integrates the functionalities of juicing, mixing, and grinding into a single appliance. With compact designs and multifunctional capabilities, these hybrids are ideal for space-conscious kitchens and culinary enthusiasts seeking efficiency without compromising on versatility. Whether you're concocting refreshing beverages, preparing dough for homemade bread, or grinding spices for aromatic curries, a juicer mixer grinder combo simplifies the culinary journey, making it accessible to novices and experts alike.

In conclusion, the mixer, grinder and juicer machine represent the cornerstone of culinary convenience, offering a myriad of functionalities tailored to diverse cooking needs. From extracting nature's essence with a juicer to mastering the art of mixing with a mixer and grinding ingredients to perfection with a grinder, these appliances streamline food preparation, empowering users to unleash their culinary creativity with ease. Whether used individually or as part of an all-in-one combo, these kitchen essentials elevate the cooking experience, transforming ordinary meals into extraordinary culinary creations.

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The Culinary Wizardry of Food Processors: A Kitchen Must-Have

In the ever-evolving world of culinary innovation, one kitchen appliance has stood the test of time as an indispensable tool for both professional chefs and home cooks alike—the food processor. This multifunctional marvel has revolutionized the way we approach food preparation, making it faster, more efficient, and incredibly versatile. In this blog post, we'll delve into the world of food processors, exploring their features, benefits, and myriad ways they can elevate your culinary endeavours.

Evolution of the Food Processor

The food processor's journey began in the 1960s when Pierre Verdon, a French catering company salesman, envisioned a machine that could automate labour-intensive kitchen tasks. His collaboration with a commercial blender manufacturer led to the birth of the first commercial food processor, the Robot-Coupe. Over the decades, advancements in technology and design have transformed the food processor from a bulky, professional-grade machine to a sleek and user-friendly kitchen that caters to a wide range of culinary needs.

Features and Functions

Blending and Pureeing: One of the primary functions of a food processor is its ability to blend and puree ingredients with precision. From silky smooth soups to homemade sauces and creamy nut butter, the food processor's sharp blades and powerful motor make quick work of these tasks, eliminating the need for manual effort.

Chopping and Dicing: Say goodbye to tears while chopping onions! Food processors have various blade attachments that can effortlessly chop, dice, and slice vegetables, fruits, and herbs. This saves time and ensures uniformity in your ingredients, leading to consistent results in your recipes.

Grinding and Milling: Transform whole spices into aromatic grounds or grind your coffee beans to perfection—the food processor excels at these tasks, too. It's grinding and milling capabilities make it a versatile appliance for anyone who appreciates the freshest flavours in their dishes.

Kneading Dough: Baking enthusiasts rejoice! Many food processors are equipped with a dough blade that takes the hassle out of kneading and mixing dough. Whether you're making bread, pizza, or pastry dough, the food processor ensures a consistent and well-mixed result every time.

Shredding and Grating: Grate cheese and shred vegetables for salads, or create your coleslaw effortlessly with the shredding and grating attachments of a food processor. This feature is not only time-saving but also provides a level of convenience that home cooks appreciate.

Benefits of Using a Food Processor

Time Efficiency: Time is of the essence in the kitchen, and a food processor is a time-saving wizard. It can perform tasks that would take considerable time and effort manually, allowing you to focus on other aspects of your cooking or enjoy more leisure time.

Consistency in Results: Achieving consistency in chopping, slicing, and dicing is a breeze with a food processor. This enhances the visual appeal of your dishes and ensures an even distribution of flavours.

Versatility: The versatility of a food processor is unmatched. It can handle various ingredients and tasks, from basic chopping to complex dough preparation. This makes it an invaluable tool for both amateur cooks experimenting in the kitchen and seasoned professionals pushing culinary boundaries.

Reduced Physical Strain: A food processor is a game-changer for those with physical limitations or who want to reduce the strain on their hands and wrists. It automates laborious tasks, allowing you to enjoy cooking without the physical toll.

Creative Exploration: The food processor encourages culinary creativity by simplifying intricate tasks. Experiment with new recipes, try different techniques and broaden your culinary horizons—all with the confidence that your food processor has your back.

In kitchen appliances, the food processor reigns supreme as a culinary workhorse. Its evolution from a commercial-grade machine to a user-friendly kitchen companion highlights its adaptability and enduring popularity. With features ranging from blending and chopping to kneading dough and shredding, the food processor is a versatile powerhouse that caters to the needs of both novice cooks and seasoned professionals.

Investing in a high-quality food processor is not just a purchase; it's a step toward unlocking a world of culinary possibilities. As technology continues to advance, we can only imagine the exciting innovations that lie ahead for this indispensable kitchen tool. Embrace the culinary magic of the food processor, and watch as it transforms your kitchen adventures into a seamless and enjoyable experience.

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Upgrade Your Restaurant Kitchen with Quality Equipment

Running a successful restaurant not only relies on delicious recipes and exceptional service but also on having a well-equipped kitchen. High-quality equipment not only enhances the efficiency of your kitchen but also contributes to the overall dining experience. In this blog, we will explore how you can upgrade your restaurant kitchen with top-notch equipment, focusing on the vibrant market of restaurant supply in Dubai. From state-of-the-art Nespresso coffee makers to durable cast iron cookware, we will guide you through the best kitchen equipment suppliers in the UAE.

Must have restaurant kitchen equipments

A well-equipped kitchen in a restaurant is the backbone of a successful culinary operation, and the careful selection of kitchen equipment is paramount to ensuring efficiency and excellence. Beyond the essential knives, pots, and pans, the inclusion of specialised tools like coffee makers and cast iron cookware adds distinctive dimensions to the culinary landscape.

Coffee makers, ranging from traditional drip brewers to state-of-the-art espresso machines, play a crucial role in enhancing the dining experience by providing a diverse array of coffee options.

Meanwhile, the enduring charm of cast iron cookware, with its even heat distribution and retention capabilities, transforms ordinary dishes into extraordinary creations, whether through slow-cooked stews or perfectly seared steaks.

Complementing these staples are a plethora of other indispensable tools, ranging from mixers and blenders for sauces and beverages to high-capacity ovens and grills that enable chefs to execute their culinary visions with precision.

In the intricate dance of kitchen equipment, the synergy of coffee makers, cast iron cookware, and their fellow culinary companions lays the foundation for a restaurant's success, enriching both the cooking process and the ultimate enjoyment of the dining experience.

Exploring Nespresso Coffee Makers:

A perfect cup of coffee can elevate the dining experience for your customers. Nespresso coffee makers are renowned for their exceptional quality and consistency. These machines are equipped with advanced technology, allowing your staff to brew a variety of coffee styles effortlessly. In Dubai, Khiara stores offer a wide range of Nespresso coffee makers, enabling you to choose the one that suits your restaurant's needs.

The Nespresso Gran Latissimi F531 Coffee Machine, for instance, is a perfect buy for its amazing features.

3 Coffee Selections: Perfect Cup of Ristretto, Espresso And Lungo.

6 Coffee & Milk Recipes: Create a Cappuccino, Latte Macchiato, Flat White, Caffè Latte, Hot Milk and Hot Foam.

One Touch Milk System: An Innovative Milk System With All Your Coffee & Milk Recipes available at the touch of a button

Easy Cleaning: Easy Rinsing System After Milk Beverage Preparation (Water And Steam Come Through The Pipe) - Dishwasher Safe Milk Jug

Descaling Alert: The Descaling Alert Ensures A Proper Functioning Of The Machine And A Perfect Coffee Experience Time After Time.

The Versatility of Cast Iron Cookware:

Cast iron cookware has been a favourite among chefs for centuries due to its durability and versatility. From searing steaks to baking mouthwatering desserts, cast iron pans and pots can handle it all. Khiara Stores Dubai offers an array of cast iron cookware options, ensuring you find the perfect pieces for your kitchen. The cast iron cookware by Kitchen Master is a must have because of its optimised features.

These cast iron skillets have a smooth finish to help provide even heat distribution for improved cooking and frying, even on grills, stoves, or induction cooktops.

The skillets come pre seasoned but we recommend you season them before each use to maintain their non stick properties. Cast iron cookware should be hand washed with warm water and restored with natural oils, which means no soap or dishwasher use.

You can use this premium, pre-seasoned cast iron cookware over any heating source effortlessly! Since it evenly distributes heat, it can be used to sear, fry, sauté, grill, roast, bake, braise, and broil.

Why Quality Equipment Matters:

Investing in quality kitchen equipment is essential for various reasons. Reliable appliances and tools increase productivity, ensure food safety, and maintain consistency in your culinary creations. Additionally, they can save energy and reduce operational costs in the long run. When it comes to restaurant supply in Dubai, there are numerous options available catering to different budgets and requirements.

Kitchen Equipment Suppliers in the UAE

Khiara Stores stands out as the premier destination for restaurant owners in the UAE seeking top-quality kitchen equipment. Renowned as one of the best kitchen equipment suppliers in the UAE, they offer an extensive range of high-grade kitchen appliances and tools tailored to meet the unique demands of restaurants.

With a reputation built on reliability and excellence, they provide restaurant owners with state-of-the-art equipment, ensuring efficiency and precision in culinary endeavours. Their diverse selection includes everything from commercial stoves and ovens to cutting-edge food processors, all sourced from trusted brands and crafted with the latest technology.

By consistently delivering superior products and unmatched customer service, Khiara Stores has become the go-to choice for restaurant professionals, setting the standard for kitchen equipment suppliers in the UAE.

Tips for Choosing the Right Equipment

Assess Your Needs: Determine the specific requirements of your kitchen, considering the type of cuisine you serve and the volume of customers you handle daily.

Quality and Durability: Opt for equipment made from high-quality materials to ensure longevity and reliable performance.

Energy Efficiency: Choose energy-efficient appliances to reduce operational costs and contribute to environmental conservation.

Warranty and Support: Select equipment with comprehensive warranties and reliable customer support to address any issues promptly.

Budget Consideration: While quality is essential, consider your budget constraints and explore options that offer the best value for your investment.

Conclusion

Upgrading your restaurant kitchen with quality equipment is a strategic investment that enhances your culinary offerings and customer satisfaction. Khiara Stores, for restaurant supply in Dubai, featuring renowned brands like Nespresso and versatile options like cast iron cookware, provides ample opportunities to elevate your kitchen standards.

By choosing the right kitchen equipment suppliers in the UAE and following the tips mentioned, you can transform your restaurant kitchen into a hub of efficiency, creativity, and delectable cuisine, ensuring a memorable dining experience for your patrons.

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