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geralt-of-baevia · 8 months ago

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Call It What You Want: Chapter Nine

pairing: nobreakout!joel x f!ofc (Violet Fletcher)

rating: explicit, MDNI 18+

word count: 4.3k

summary: Seeking solace from a painful breakup, Violet relocates to a tranquil town, purchasing a neglected house to renovate. In her new neighborhood, she befriends Harlow, who introduces her to Joel, a gruff and seasoned contractor with a heart of gold. Despite Joel's initial grumpiness, Violet finds herself drawn to his expertise and hidden kindness.

As Violet immerses herself in home renovations alongside Joel, their dynamic begins to shift, with Joel unexpectedly opening himself up to the possibility of love. Their budding relationship faces challenges as shadows from their pasts emerge, testing their newfound connection.

warnings/tags: softdom!joel, hung!joel, soft!Joel, a few spanks, wall sex, cunnilingus, male receiving oral sex, unprotected p in v sex, taking joel for a ride, cuddles

a/n: i mean, these two couldn't stay off of each other for THAT long, right? :P also I want to apologize for the length of it, but I'm not going to muahahah

Six days had passed since Joel and I had sex and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. When I was baking pies, doing laundry, making breakfast it was burning in the back of my brain. After Joel and I laid and cuddled for a while that night, I begrudgingly got up to pee while he went downstairs to put away the dinner he had set out. When he came back upstairs, he had a plate of food for us to share in bed. Not to mention, I got the best sleep I had gotten in a while that night.

It had also been almost a week since I had dropped the pies off at Bill and Frank’s diner. Curiosity ate at me a little so I decided to go down and visit the diner to see how my pies had been selling. I hadn’t asked all week because quite frankly, I was nervous that they weren’t going to sell.

When I entered the diner, a tall girl with chestnut skin and dark brown hair greeted me.

“Hi, just one today?” she asked. I looked down and noticed her name tag said ‘Riley.’

“Actually I’m here to see Frank or Bill,” I told her. Her eyes lit up.

“Are you the pie lady?” she asked excitedly. I nodded.

“Frank told me you might be coming by this week,” she said, “the cherry pie you made was fantastic, oh my god.”

“Thank you,” I said with a chuckle, “I’m glad you liked it. But, are either of them here?”

“Violet! Just the lady I wanted to see!” I looked to my side and saw Frank wheeling himself towards me from the back. I leaned down and gave him a hug once he got over to me.

“Frank! It’s so nice to see you,” I told him as he gave me squeeze.

“You too, doll. I’m assuming you’re here about the pies? Curious as to how much we sold?” he asked elusively.

“I am. And maybe to get some early lunch?”

Frank beamed at me. “That sounds great. Let’s go sit and talk!”

Riley got us set up at a table and I ordered a BLT with a coke. Frank ordered just a cup of coffee.

“So, now. I have good news for you,” he said. My heart began pounding in my chest.

“How’d they do?” I asked, my face wincing. He shook his head with a chuckle.

“There’s no need to be nervous, doll,” he started, “we only have half a pie left.”

My eyes widened. “Wait, what?”

“Yeah, go look at the case. There’s only half a pecan pie left,” he said, nodding his head in that direction. I got up from my chair and power walked to the otherside of the restaurant. When I got to the case I could have cried. There were name displaces for all five of the pies I made and as Frank said, only half of a pecan pie was left. The other flavors had little signs that said ‘Sorry, sold out’ in place of the pies.

“They have been very popular.” I looked up to see Riley standing behind the case, resting her arms on top.

“I can’t believe it,” I said happily. Imposter syndrome was something I was sure would never leave. I had a full blown bakery shop, and I still couldn’t believe my pies sold out at a diner.

The ding of the door opening and closing distracted me. I looked over and saw Ellie and Joel. When they saw me their faces lit up.

“Violet! What are you doing here?” Ellie practically yelled before running over to me. This time I was prepared for her hug; she wasn’t going to knock me over this time.

“I came to check on how the pies sold,” I told her as I gave her a tight squeeze.

“Oh they’ve been selling like crazy. I had someone ask to buy just a full pie,” she told me. I gave her a funny look. “Violet, I work here.”

“Ohhhh,” I breathed out, things suddenly clicking. I knew she worked at a diner, I just didn’t realize that it was this diner. And that meant the Riley she had told me about, was this Riley who greeted me.

“Did you not realize the diner El works at is Frank’s?” Joel asked as he walked over to us. I rolled my eyes jokingly.

“There’s more than one diner in this town! No one tells me things!” I joked.

“Alright, I gotta go get ready and clocked in,” she said. She gave us a little salute before heading to the back. Joel came over and gave me a hug, kissing the top of my head.

“Did Frank tell you?” he asked, still holding me close. I nodded.

“He did. I could cry,” I said, “come sit and have lunch with us.”

I took him by the hand and led him back over to where Frank was sitting. Joel and Frank exchanged friendly nods as we sat down.

“So, I think we’re going to need more pies from you,” he said. I giggled nervously.

“Like, how many?” I asked.

“Like, twice as many.”

My chest swelled. I couldn’t believe it.

“Really?” I asked. Joel put a hand on my thigh and gave it a squeeze. I looked over to him and he looked nothing short of proud.

“Is that going to be feasible?” Frank asked.

“Oh, absolutely.”

Joel and I sat and talked to Frank for a bit. We came up with a pie game plan while I ate the food I had ordered, Joel stealing fries off of my plate. I wrote down a rough draft of my pie making schedule on a napkin, realizing I was going to be baking at least five days a week again. This was better than I could have imagined.

When we were done, Frank gave us hugs goodbye and headed back to his office. Joel and I went up to the cashwrap so I could pay. When we got there, Ellie was waiting for us. As I started to pull my wallet out of my back pocket Ellie stopped me.

“Oh, no. Frank already told me that it was on the house,” she said with a smirk. After looking around the diner and making sure Riley wasn’t anywhere nearby, I leaned across the counter closer to Ellie.

“Is that the Riley you’ve been telling me about?” I asked in a low whisper. Ellie’s cheeks immediately flushed.

“Mmhmm,” she said with a nod.

“She’s cuuuuute,” I told her with a quick wink. She blushed even harder.

“Wait, what? Who?” Joel asked from behind me. I turned around and shot him a look.

“This is girl talk Joel, back out,” I said with a cheeky grin.

He rolled his eyes, his true grump coming out. “Yeah, yeah, whatever.”

We said goodbye to Ellie and headed out to the sidewalk in front of the diner. Someone passed by us to walk inside, but they stopped and backtracked to us.

“Violet Fletcher?”

I turned to see a woman who had been a long time customer of mine back at the bakery. I was happily relieved that it was her, and not one of Matt’s friends.

“Mary! It’s so nice to see you,” I said genuinely. She pulled me into a hug and I happily obliged.

“It’s nice to see you too! I was so worried. One day you were there and the next the bakery had sold and you were nowhere to be found,” she explained, her face being overcome with worry, “are you working here now?”

I nodded. “More or less. I moved here a few months ago, bought a house to fix up. I know the owner here and my pies have been selling here for about a week,” I told her happily. Her eyes lit up.

“They have your pies here? Oh, I’m so glad I’m stopping in. I’ll have to get a slice!” she said excitedly.

We said our goodbyes and she went into the restaurant. Joel gave me a look.

“What?” I asked, putting my sunglasses on.

“Well, it’s good to know you weren’t lying about the whole having a bakery thing,” he said with a cheeky wink. My jaw dropped dramatically at his joke, playing along.

“Sir, I am shocked by you thinking such a think of little ol’ me,” I said, putting on a fake southern accent at the end of my sentence and a dramatic hand to my chest. I saw the gleam in his eye when I said ‘sir’ again. The way his eyes scanned me up and down for just a second at my word.

Joel cleared his throat, and shifted his weight between his feet uncomfortably. I had a flash of electricity shoot through my body, bringing me back to my memories of the other night with him.

“Joel?”

“Hmmm?”

“...do you want to come over?”

His eyes flashed up to meet mine.

“Yes.”

Joel and I barely made it through the front door before he pinned me against the wall. This time instead of pinning my back, he turned me around so that my front was pressed against the wallpaper. He rolled his hips against my ass, grinding his hardening member in the valley between my cheeks.

He nuzzled his face in the crook of my neck, planting clumsy and passionate kisses on my skin. I reached up with my right hand and placed it on the back of his neck, holding him in place.

“Joel, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you…” I breathed out between soft moans. He bit down on my shoulder at my words, causing me to grind back against him.

“God you were so fucking sexy…” he murmured in my ear. His teeth grazed my earlobe, a needy growl filling my senses. I felt his hands slip under the skirt of the dress I was wearing, flipping it up and exposing my ass. He grabbed it roughly, massaging it as I moaned.

“Joel, I need you to do something, anything,” I murmured out. He breathed out a laugh.

“Is that so?” he asked, his tone cocky. I shuddered as his hands slipped under the hem of my underwear, “what do you want me to do?”

Bliss began to fog my brain, and I couldn’t think straight. He could do anything to me and I’d be content.

“Uh-I um-”

I was cut off by one of Joel’s hands coming up to my face as he held my chin between his thumb and pointer finger. My head was turned as far as it could, and I could see in my peripheral that his eyes were blown out by lust. All I could do was whimper.

“Soon you will learn, my little dove, that when I ask you a question, I want you to answer it,” he said. His voice was stern, but not frightening, “is that understood?”

I nodded. “Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, I’ll answer you.”

“Come now, you know that’s not what I wanted you to say,” he crooned low in my ear, his lips just brushing it. “You know you want to say it.”

My heart began to race in my chest, this time with nerves.

“Y-Yes, sir.”

He let out another airy chuckle, kissing the spot just below my ear.

“Good girl.”

I was thankful Joel had me pinned to the wall or my knees would have gone out from under me.

“I-I want you to go down on me,” I muttered out. Joel hummed out his approval. Without saying anything, Joel began to kneel down. Right now? Here? I began to turn around but he stopped me, putting strong steady hands on my hips to keep me facing the wall.

“You stay right there,” he cooed.

He pulled on my hips, making me take a step backwards. My ass was now angled out at him with my upper body still resting against the wall. I felt as he pulled my underwear down to my ankles, helping me step out of them. For a moment there was nothing, but then suddenly my ass was stinging. His large hands came down on my cheeks, the sound echoing in the entryway.

I gasped, my skin burning red hot where his hands had come in contact with my cheeks. Joel grabbed onto my knees and helped me take a step out with each of my feet. Suddenly, I felt Joel spread me apart. My wet cunt was now exposed to the cool air, making me feel more needy than I already was. I heard Joel moan behind me, seemingly taking in the sight.

I moaned out as Joel’s tongue swiped up my slit, this time starting at my clit and moving up to my entrance. His mouth was warm, sending shivers down my spine. With each flick of his tongue, I could feel my desire building within me. Joel's strong hands gripped my hips tightly, pulling me closer to his face as he continued to explore my sensitive areas.

Suddenly, I felt the tip of his tongue enter me, and I let out a stifled moan. Joel thrust his tongue deeper into me, darting in and out as if he was trying to find the most pleasurable spot. I wanted to beg him to go faster, to give me more, but my voice remained trapped in my throat.

Joel's hands gripped my hips, steadying me as he continued to devour my cunt. I could feel him muffling his groans against me, the vibrations adding to the sensations. My heart raced, my breath came in short gasps, and my legs trembled as I felt myself getting closer to the peak of pleasure. It was like a speeding train with no brakes, barreling towards its inevitable end.

It wasn't long before I could no longer hold back the wave of pleasure building within me. I cried out loudly as my orgasm shuddered through me, my body arching in response. Joel's tongue never faltered, continuing to pleasure me as I trembled in his grasp. Once I started to come down from my high, Joel got to his feet and took me by the hand. I didn’t have a chance to catch my breath after my orgasm, but I knew it wouldn’t be long until Joel brought me to climax again.

He led me up the stairs, our fingers intertwined. Joel's touch was gentle yet determined as he guided me into the bedroom. He pushed me gently onto the plush mattress, his hands exploring every inch of my body with a mixture of ache and hunger. I lay there, my heart still racing and my body humming with desire from the intensity we had just shared. But despite the exhaustion, I was already craving for more.

Joel climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between my legs. I felt his hard cock against me, his desire matching my own. He leaned down and kissed me, our tongues entwining as our bodies grew closer. I reached up to touch his face, running my fingers through his hair, feeling the stubble against the soft pads of my skin.

His lips journeyed down my neck, leaving a trail of kisses that sent shivers down my spine. I moaned softly, arching my back as he teased me with his lips and teeth.

“I want you to stand,” I told him softly.

“Oh?” he asked, his voice cocky.

“Mmhmm,” I hummed out, “I need to return the favor.”

Joel trailed kisses back up to my mouth, kissing me passionately. “Anything you say, dove.”

I gazed up at Joel as he rose to his feet, towering over me on the bed. I slowly moved down onto my knees in front of him on the floor. My heart raced, a flutter of butterflies in my stomach as he stood before me. The warmth of his smile enveloped me, making me feel safe and cherished.

Slowly I began undoing Joel's belt and tugged at his zipper, feeling the satisfying resistance before it gave way to my fingers. As I pulled down his pants, I marveled at the size and thickness of his erection through his boxers. He was well-endowed, and even though I had seen it before, it was always going to shock me.

I fumbled with his boxers, trying to pull them down his legs. Joel reached down and took over, his fingers brushing against mine. Our eyes met as he pulled the fabric down, exposing him to me in all his glory. I couldn't help but let out a soft moan as I took him. It was amazing to me that I was able to fit all of him in me last time.

My lips parted as I admired him, feeling a sense of awe and lust wash over me. I could almost taste the saltiness of his skin, a desire that seemed to grow stronger with each passing second.

My fingers reached out, hesitating just for a moment before wrapping around the base of his shaft. I could feel the heat radiating from it, pulsing with each beat of his heart. It was a sight I could have never dreamed of, to have such control over someone's body. But in this moment, all that mattered was the pleasure I could bring him.

With a deep breath, I leaned in closer, my lips brushing against the smooth skin of his cock before I licked the very tip, letting the taste of him flood my senses. I heard Joel let out a heavy moan, it hanging in the air. I smiled to myself, now taking the head of his cock into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around it, eliciting more moans out of him.

As I continued to pleasure him, I began rubbing my hands up and down his thighs, feeling the tension leave his body as his breathing became heavier. I bobbed my head, taking in more of him with each stroke, my lips and tongue working in harmony to bring him to the brink.

His hands gently guided me, encouraging me to take more of him, driving me to go deeper. I reached up, grasping his shaft as my mouth slid down. I felt his fingers brush my hair, a small gesture of affection that set me on fire.

Joel’s moans grew louder as he began fucking into my mouth, his rhythm quickening as he neared the edge. I knew I had to stop, to deny him that release, to savor the moment just a little bit longer. I pulled back, my lips glistening with saliva and the taste of him. I looked up at him, watching his lust filled eyes pierce my soul.

“I’m going to lay down on this bed, and then you’re going to get on top of me and ride your tight little pussy on my cock until we cum,” he told me sternly, “is that understood?”

“Yes, sir,” I agreed, eager to fulfill his wishes. With a fierce determination, Joel hurled himself onto my bed. His desire pulsed through his body as he stood at attention, ready to claim me. I couldn't resist his commanding presence as I got onto the bed and began to crawl towards him. My heart pounded in my chest as I prepared to mount him. As I reached his side, I positioned myself above him, my core hovering over his erect shaft.

Joel reached out and seized my hips, guiding me down onto him slowly. I felt his cock sliding into me, filling me up completely. I gasped at the sensation, my eyes widening in pleasure. Joel dug his fingers into my hips as he began to thrust. Our bodies moved in sync, my hips undulating in rhythm with his. I moaned, my pleasure rising with each thrust. Joel's hands left my hips and moved to cup my breasts, his fingers pinching and twisting my nipples.

“Fuck, Joel!” I almost screamed. I pressed my palms firmly against his chest, using all of my strength to bounce up and down on his cock. The intense heat between us spurred me on, driving me to seek out every bit of friction I could find. My hips rolled and rocked, searching for the perfect angle, while my hands grasped at his skin in a desperate attempt to hold onto reality.

Each movement sent a jolt of pleasure through me, building and building until I was consumed by a wild, primal need for release. I knew Joel felt the same, his wild eyes and his face tensing.

“Joel-Joel-”

Before I could say anymore, Joel pulled me down into his embrace, pressing my body against his warm, sweaty chest. His arms enveloped me in a strong hold as he held me close to him. My skin tingled at the contact and I could feel the heat radiating from his body. In that moment, time seemed to stand still as we were lost in each other's embrace.

But that moment came to an end as Joel began thrusting up into me, hitting exactly the spot I craved him to. As I began to peak again, his thrusts began to quicken, the sounds of our hips meeting together echoing in the room. With a few more thrusts, Joel let out a deep growl and released deep inside of me. His muscles tensed, and I could feel his hot release, filling me up even more. I cried out, feeling myself begin to cum too, my orgasm washing over me like a tidal wave.

He held me close, our bodies trembling with pleasure as the intensity of the moment washed over us. Our hearts beat in sync, our breaths intertwined. Joel slipped himself out of me with a small moan, and I moved to lay down next to him. He still held onto me tightly, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he came down from his high. I placed my chin on his chest and gazed up at him, taking in his features with admiration.

His eyes stayed closed, his face relaxing. His profile was something I swear could have been carved out of marble in ancient greek times. His nose was strong, his chin was firm and defined, his cheeks tslightly flushed from our exertions. His jawline was sharp, and I couldn't help but trace it gently with my fingertips as I marveled at its strength and beauty. I moved to his lips, which were slightly parted, brushing my fingertips lightly across his bottom lip.

With his eyes still closed, a sneaky smile crept onto his face.

“What?” I asked softly, a smile forming on my lips.

“I can feel you starin’ at me,” he said. I giggled.

“And what’s your point?” I jeered. He chuckled softly, peeking an eye open to look down at me.

“I don’t know why,” he said. It was clear he genuinely meant what he said, that made my heart drop a little. I moved up until my face was hovering in front of his. I placed a hand on his cheek, rubbing my thumb over his stubble.

“Because you’re breathtaking.”

Joel's eyes widened as he gazed into mine, almost as though searching for any hint of sarcasm in my words. He leaned in and kissed me, his lips pressing firmly against mine. I playfully pecked him on the nose before snuggling back into his embrace.

The warmth of Joel's embrace felt like a shield against the world outside. I could feel his steady heartbeat beneath my ear, a comforting rhythm that soothed the lingering thoughts in my mind. As we lay there intertwined, I traced the lines of his face with gentle fingertips, committing every curve and contour to memory.

In that moment, surrounded by the glow of the afternoon light filtering through the curtains, I felt a sense of peace I hadn't known in years. The weight of my past, the scars left by Matt seemed to fade into the background as Joel's adoration enveloped me completely.

I knew that our relationship defied convention, with our significant age gap raising eyebrows and sparking gossip among those who couldn't understand our connection. But in Joel's arms, none of that mattered. He saw me for who I truly was, not as a victim of my past but as a survivor reclaiming her independence and strength.

“Can I ask you something?” He opened his eyes and met mine as I nodded.

“Why do you freeze up when I ask you to choose something when we’re having sex?” he asked. My heart fell into my stomach, weighed down by fear and shame.

“Um, well let’s just say I used to not get a choice. I just kinda had to go along with whatever he did,” I explained, looking everywhere but Joel’s eyes. He wrapped his arms around me even tighter, as if trying to make up for Matt's behavior with an affectionate hug. “Like in the last week, you’ve gone down on me more than he did in the last year we were together.”

Joel’s eyes widened, like he couldn’t believe what I was saying.

“And that’s not right,” Joel said firmly. He cupped my cheek with his hand, and I could feel the warmth of his touch radiating through me. “But that’s not going to happen again. I promise.”

I let out a shaky breath, trying to swallow the lump in my throat. I knew Joel meant what he said, but the memories of my past still haunted me. Joel leaned in closer to me, his breath warm against my face.

“You’re safe with me,” he whispered. “I’ll never hurt you.”

I couldn’t help but fully believe him in that moment. His words and his touch were a comforting embrace, easing the pain left in Matt’s wake. As I sank into his embrace, any thoughts of Matt drifted away.

I could tell the darkness that had lingered within me for so long was starting to recede, replaced by a newfound sense of hope and love. I allowed myself to be fully immersed in Joel's warmth, my fingers gently tracing the lines of his face once more. He was starting to become home, and I loved that idea more and more as time passed.

#joel miller fanfic #joel miller smut #joel miller x oc #no outbreak au #no outbreak!joel miller #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfic #the last of us #pedro pascal fanfiction #tlou

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ionamalachite · 2 months ago

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this is my VERY BIG FAT post of my thoughts about Enterprise because I looooooove it very much and it's far and away my favorite trek, but also it was made in 2001 and it makes me want to bite my laptop. so if you don't want to read my opinions then skip past.

On the uniforms: This is my opinion as a trans person but T'Pol's vulcan high command uniforms and hers and Hoshi's underwear situation was just disrespectful. I feel it's especially heinous because I have struggled in years past to find clothes that reflect my personality and fit nicely, and what the women of Enterprise wear "as uniform" is just disrespectful as fuck to me. Every other Vulcan on the high command wear robes. Soval wears robes. T'Pol's mother wears robes. If I were an artist, I'd come up with a redesigned uniform for T'Pol that reflected that aspect of Vulcan culture and mix it with the starfleet uniform for practicality in fighting. If I were in charge of writing women, I'd pay very careful attention to their outfits, hair, appearance, because it's very important to find that balance of personality and style. Enterprise did not find that balance. Berman needs to apologize to women everywhere.

On Archer and love interests: I want to expand upon autistic-bashir's post about how rizzless Archer was that the writers gave up on finding him a love interest. I love that T'Pol wasn't the love interest for Archer, despite the writers writing their relationship as very trusting from the third episode on. T'Pol dealt with her loyalty to both the High Command and to Archer throughout the series, but in the third episode as acting captain, she acted out his wishes because it's what he wanted. She demonstrates her trust in Archer in the second season when she's supposed to track down a vulcan fugitive and she wants Archer to come with her. In my most-disliked episode s2e5 A Night In Sickbay (I made a long post about it in detail) the writers had shoehorned sexual tension between her and Archer in his stress dreams and his exhausted misspeaking. Phlox is the third-party who suggests they should couple up. I hate this.

From the very beginning of the series, the writers had suggested T'Pol could be with Archer or Tucker, by writing important moments between both of them (remember when T'Pol tried pecan pie at Tucker's suggestion?) so I like that the writers at least had an opportunity to make T'Pol and Archer a couple, then chose not to. From a narrative standpoint, T'Pol has nowhere to grow if she were with Archer. She's already made her concessions between the Vulcan high command (VHC) and Starfleet, she's become a trusted first officer and even signed on with Starfleet officially after choosing Enterprise over the VHC in season 3.

Now to focus on Archer's rizzless ass (affectionate). In the beginning of season 4 he reconnected with his old ex girlfriend (whose name I didn't get? I don't know if I wasn't paying enough attention or what) who's since been promoted to captain and is going to captain the Columbia. (((this is fucking important!! after the xindi attack Starfleet chose to continue space exploration instead of withdrawing!!!))) they kissed on a mountain and then he went his own way and I assume nothing happened with them again. Like what was the point? It very much annoys me because it's like, canon that the second enterprise class ship is captained by a woman, which is definitely important, even in the 2150s, because Enterprise's crew is canonically only 1/3 women. They're introducing this character and her only personality is that she's Archer's ex and former subordinate. It's dumb. But of course, this is the 2000s and it was produced by a misogynist. Her personality needs to be more than Archer's former flame (no matter how close they were). Why did she join Starfleet? s1e1 does a fantastic job of showing where Archer came from and why he joined Starfleet, so in the little screen time we had with her, why didn't we see how accomplished and badass she is? She's the captain of the Columbia. She's intelligent, capable, skilled, and a leader, and we don't get to see any of that. It's so lame.

I feel like i have more thoughts but not at the moment. Also I don't want to reread this 100 times and proofread it to death, so here you go. This is proofread enough and I'm not accepting criticism.

#talking #ent #jonathan archer #t'pol #enterprise

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trip-tuckers-hyperspanner · 2 years ago

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The Time Malcolm Asked Her To - 2

5 Times T'Pol Kept a Secret and 1 Time She Didn't

Lieutenant Reed groaned as he sat down next to T’Pol and Trip in the mess hall. “I think I’m a bloody idiot,” he confessed. “I’ve messed up.” He set his tray down and shook his head. His head was spinning and his stomach was churning. “Hoshi’s going to kill me.”

“Is there a particular reason?” T’Pol asked, forking a small cherry tomato into her mouth. Trip was still chewing whatever he had eaten before he started digging into his pecan pie. Did that man ever eat anything other than pie? It was only ever dessert or something meaty. He wondered how Trip’s eating habits would mesh with T’Pol’s, considering she was a vegetarian who preferred meals with purpose and straight sustenance.

“I might have accidentally said when we get married rather than if,” he said. Malcolm pushed his fingers into his hair. He closed his eyes. “We’ve been together for six months now. It’s horribly rushed, I know, but I’ve never been so sure about anyone. And I know she’s not one for a quick hitch! She says she loves me and she’s never felt this way about another man, but I don’t know… All I can say is I’ve mucked it up rather badly.”

Tucker stopped chewing and waved his fork around as he spoke. “I mean, you’ve been datin’ longer than T’Pol and I were before we got engaged. We went from nothin’ to fiancés in no time flat. In fact, we didn’t date.”

“I only made the logical decision,” his fiancée said once her food was down. Watching her eat was like watching a princess in one of those century-old movies. “Are you objecting?”

“No,” he said, not laid-back but not curt, either. He cut into his pie. “I’m just sayin’ skippin’ the entire courtship isn’t how it’s usually done. If Malcolm and Hoshi wanna get married, too, that’s fine. In fact, if they want to, they should.”

“I haven’t asked her yet,” Reed protested. “I haven’t even asked who’s going to do it. I think she’d prefer if I did it —”

Trip jumped in with, “She absolutely would.”

“— But I don’t want to jump into something she isn’t ready for, either.”

“Lieutenant, you have known Hoshi Sato much longer than most in your position,” T’Pol reassured. “Living and working with someone for such an extended period would eventually provide you with all the necessary information one would need to make such a decision. Getting to know Commander Tucker through life-or-death situations has shown me his character and his reaction to stressful circumstances, thus allowing me to ascertain how to diffuse major arguments.”

Reed bit back a comment about how they always fought, but then remembered the day a single blink from T’Pol had silenced Trip immediately. She was also twenty times smarter than he was, so she probably knew what she was talking about.

“That’s probably why you’re thinkin’ about marrying her so soon,” Tucker supplied, snapping his fingers. “You know her pretty well. She likes you. You like her.” He put another bite of pie in his mouth. “T’Pol, you sure you don’t wanna try this?”

“I have no desire to, but thank you for the offer.”

“I love her,” Reed said. He sat back. “But don’t tell anyone that I’ve been thinking about it. Proposing to her, I mean. I wouldn’t want her to worry.”

Trip smirked. He chuckled and swallowed his pie again. “Are you asking us to swear to secrecy, Lieutenant?”

Malcolm nodded after a moment of silence. “Yes, please,” he said. “I can’t let Hoshi know yet. It’ll be a while before I propose, if at all.”

“The human desire to keep things as a surprise is baffling,” T’Pol said, taking another bite of her food. “I fear I will never understand it. However, I will keep it a secret until you say otherwise.”

“C’mon T’Pol,” Trip laughed. “It’s fun. Who doesn’t like surprises? Especially when it’s a good one? There’s nothin’ better than thinkin’ your day is great as it is, and then someone who loves you decides to drop a fun little question or give you a gift… It’s fantastic.”

“Despite my love and affection for you, Trip, I will never agree.”

Malcolm nearly choked on his own spit. He had never heard the Sub-Commander call Tucker by his nickname, let alone his surname without his rank accompanying it. Maybe there really was more going on than he had ever noticed.

The Chief Engineer’s ears turned pink. He shook his head and tried to hide his smile. “Whoa, missy! No need to get so gushy.”

She flicked her eyes to her partner. “I am perfectly solid, I assure you.”

Trip only laughed more.

Reed wet his lips and leaned closer over his untouched food. How did they manage to get to a proposal? They made it look so easy! It was quite disgusting, honestly, despite T’Pol being a Vulcan who apparently couldn’t feel her emotions. “What should I do?” he asked. “You two are the only ones I know who are engaged.”

“You’re asking the wrong couple, Malcolm. I don’t think this is traditional for either of us.” Tucker set his fork down as he finished his pie, pushing his plate away from him. He sat up in his seat and faced Malcolm fully. “I mean, look: there ain’t nothing regular about a human and a Vulcan being friends. It’s even rarer for them to be in our position, isn’t it?” He turned to T’Pol for confirmation.

“That is correct. I looked through the databases — there are very few cases of humans and Vulcans marrying. There are exactly four recorded examples since the first contact between our species. There are no recorded cases of Vulcan-human hybrids.”

The Commander did a double-take. “None? Is it impossible?”

“Theoretically, no, but the odds are against us.”

“Who proposed?” Malcolm asked, changing the subject. He was grasping at straws here. He had to know how to make his job easier. That, and he didn’t want to hold Trip as he mourned the children he might never have.

Trip pointed with his thumb. “She popped the question. I wasn’t courageous enough to ask her to be my bride without kissin’ her first.”

“Well, I suppose that makes more sense…”

“Must the question only come from one of you?” T’Pol leaned in, now twice as curious as she had been.

Tucker got on it. “It’s an Earth thing, specifically Western culture. It’s really important to ask the question and then celebrate the acceptance of it since it only happens once in a lifetime.” He paused, furrowing his brow. “Er, it’s supposed to.”

“That is statistically untrue,” T’Pol said. “But the sentiment is appreciated. I am confident we will manage a lifetime relationship.”

Malcolm nodded along. “We’re both certain things will fold out that way, too. She wants to be married. Her and her strawberry cake…”

“That’s awesome, Malcolm,” Trip told him earnestly. He looked back at T’Pol. “But yeah, basically, the whole idea is to promise loyalty and devotion your whole life long until one of you dies.”

She blinked slowly. “I believe most values concerning marriage are relatively the same. I simply find the concept of the question being more important than the marriage illogical.”

“Most people don’t enter into relationships knowing if they want to marry each other, T’Pol,” Trip said to her. “Ninety-nine percent of the time, it’s not planned out.”

“How unwise.”

“I suppose one could blame our emotions.” Reed picked at his food. His tummy was still quite unhappy with him. “What if she says no?”

“Then she had no business being with you.”

“T’Pol.”

Malcolm shrugged though, taking in what his friends were saying. “I think I’ll do it,” he decided. “Then perhaps we could plan our weddings together?”

Trip suddenly perked up. He set his fingertips on T’Pol’s, who then gingerly removed them after a moment. Reed had never seen them touch before. “Hey! What if we had a double wedding?”

He felt a little bit better. “That doesn’t sound too bad,” he admitted. “It could be quite fun, save for the fact we would have to invite a few more people than I thought before.”

T’Pol looked at Tucker. “You wish to extend our engagement, Commander?”

“C’mon, honey, it’s killing two birds with one stone! We can make it happen. Think about it — it’ll give you time to research a human ceremony and then we could have a Vulcan ceremony too!”

“I would prefer a human ceremony. If Ensign Sato desires it once Lieutenant Reed proposes, we can do as you both please.”

“Then propose to her A, S, A, P, Malcolm!” Trip hissed, looking like a little kid who had too much candy. He kept looking over T’Pol and then back at Reed as if the situation would come faster if he had willed it to be so.

“Deliver your proposition with the proper preparation,” she contradicted him. “Allow her to consider the idea without fully ‘popping the question.’”

Malcolm took a solid twenty seconds to consider everything his friends had just told him. He rubbed his neck. “That is good advice.” He pursed his lips. “If it was running artillery, I’d understand it much more.”

“Or pick a peck of pickled peppers,” Trip said, rolling his eyes. “If you think it’ll work, give it a shot.”

“Give what a shot?” Hoshi asked, suddenly appearing behind Malcolm. He jumped a mile into the air, but she was smiling kindly. She had her hair in her usual ponytail and her tray of food in her hands; she was perfectly average and yet still so angelic. She moved to sit between him and T’Pol.

“Oh! Hello, darling,” he said, clearing his throat. His Adam’s apple bobbed. “How are you doing?”

“Fine,” she replied. She arched her brow at him. “I was just coming to sit by you. What are you guys talking about?”

T’Pol opened her mouth to explain, but both Reed and Trip stared at her pleadingly. She closed it before gently saying, “We were discussing what type of matrimonial ceremony Commander Tucker and I will have. We have decided on a human ceremony.”

“Oh! That’s great!” she beamed. Hoshi started cutting into her food. “Do you have a maid of honor picked out, yet?”

“Not quite,” she answered truthfully. Malcolm could have sworn she was giving him a look of pure disappointment as she added, “It will all depend on how things unfold.”

#star trek enterprise #trip x t'pol #trip tucker #t'pol #hoshi sato x malcolm reed #malcolm reed x hoshi sato #hoshi sato #malcolm reed #gaitwae writes

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How to Make S'mores Tart is more than just one more no bake recipe. It comprises some basic baking elements that you can use over and over. The graham cracker crust and the marshmallow cream (creme or fluff whatever you call it) is so simple to make from scratch you'll wonder why you haven't done it before. The crust can be used in many no bake or baked options, think cheesecake, as a base for mousse cakes or as a part of cold desserts. The marshmallow cream can be sandwiched between cookies, added to hot chocolate and used as a finished on other cakes and pie. It can be spoon on or piped on. In any case it will hold its shape. As one of the favorites of summer, especially when camping, this easy tart is one you'll want to put on your dessert menu over and over. It's a great way to start getting children interested in the kitchen. Let them try their hand at piping - I can guarantee it will be interesting. Amazingly, this S'mores Tart is not too sweet which allows all the flavors to come through. Here are a few cookies that would be fantastic with marshmallow cream sandwiched between them: Peanut Butter Sandwich Cookies (sub for the filling or add it as a second filling), Fudgy Chocolate Cookies with Variations, Almost Oreos, Very Lemon Butter Crisps, Best of All Spiced Molasses Cookies, Base Recipe for Cookies with 8 variations, Flourless Chocolate Raspberry Cookies with or without the raspberry, Oatmeal Cookies, and while we're at it why not the really fast Cocoa Brownies. What's Not to Like About this Recipe It's another no bake recipe that is quick and easy. Simple ingredients are used so there's no chasing something down. It's super kid friendly as long as the sugar syrup is supervised. How neat would it be to make your own marshmallow? Because it is not overly sweet all the flavors of the milk chocolate, graham cracker crust and marshmallow cream come through. Variations I know traditional S'mores don't include nuts but I think they are perfect in this tart. Don't like peanuts? Use toasted pecans....or a nut you do like. Stir rice krispies into the marshmallow cream as soon as it is finished for a quick, low fat version of Rice Krispy Treats. Add nuts, chips, dried fruit, etc. as desired. Thin the marshmallow cream with a little water and use it to top ice cream. Recipe Ingredients Graham Cracker Crust FRONT ROW: Unsalted Butter BACK ROW: Graham crackers, powdered sugar Milk Chocolate Filling FRONT ROW: Honey roasted peanuts BACK ROW: Milk chocolate, heavy cream Marshmallow Cream FRONT ROW: Water, vanilla extract BACK ROW: Granulated Sugar, egg whites, corn syrup. Key Ingredients Any plain graham cracker will due but be aware that different brands may take more or less butter to bind them. So start off with 3/4 of the butter and if the crumbs don't stick together well when a small amount is pressed between your fingers, add the rest. Powdered sugar is used to avoid a grainy textured crust. Milk Chocolate is the traditional choice for S'mores. I use Trader Joe's Pound Plus Milk Chocolate for it's depth of flavor and caramel overtones. Any good milk chocolate will due though. I don't recommend milk chocolate chips or Hershey's milk chocolate. Honey Roasted Peanuts are a great addition as I believe any nut would be - salted or unsalted. Other nuts such as toasted pecans would be great or use the nut of your choice or omit it. Corn Syrup seems to be a problem with some people. There is some confusion between corn syrup and high fructose corn syrup. Karo Corn syrup as found on grocers' shelves, either clear or dark, is 100% glucose (sugar) and is not the same as the high fructose variety used in commercial products. Years ago Karo changed their formula for consumer corn syrup to no longer include the offending high fructose corn syrup. I don't know about other brands. Be sure to see the recipe card below for the exact ingredients & instructions. Step by Step Instructions

Graham Cracker Crust Step 1. Crush the graham crackers between your hands and place them and the powdered sugar in the bowl of a processor. Step 2. Process to make fine crumbs. (If you aren't using a processor, place the crackers in a plastic bag and roll over them with a rolling pin to crush them. Put them in a bowl with the powdered sugar and continue as in the directions.) Step 3. Add 3/4 of the melted butter to the processor. Step 4. Pulse the machine until all the crumbs are uniformly moistened. Take a small amount crumbs and squeeze them between your fingers. If they hold firmly together you're done. If they don't add the additional butter. Step 5. Spray a 9x1" tart pan with a removable bottom with a non-stick baking release. Steo 6. Arrange 2/3 if the crumbs around the inside edge of the tart pan. Step 7. With your hand or a measuring cup, press the crumbs very firmly against the side of the pan. Step 8. Go around a second time to make sure they are evenly pressed in. Step 9. Distribute the remainder of the crumbs evenly over the bottom of the pan. Step 10. Press them firmly into the shell. Step 11. Place the nuts in the processor (no need to clean it) and pulse to coarsely chop them. Step 12. Spread the nuts evenly over the crust. Milk Chocolate Filling Step 13. Chop the chocolate so it will melt uniformly. Step 14. Heat the cream until steaming hot but not boiling. Add the chocolate and submerge it under the cream. Let it sit for a few minutes to melt the chocolate. Step 15. Whisk the mixture until it is smooth and no lumps remain. Be sure to get into the edges of the pan. Step 16. Pour it into the crust. Set aside for the chocolate to firm up. To speed it along, place it in the refrigerator. Marshmallow Cream Step 17. Place the egg whites and vanilla in the bowl of a mixer. Step 18. Beat just until very soft peaks form. Then start adding the sugar as called for a little at a time. When the whites form soft peaks, reduce the speed of the mixer to it's lowest point and keep moving them around. Do not turn the machine off while making the syrup or the texture of the whites will change and they could become unusable. Step 19. In the meantime as the whites are beating, put the water, corn syrup and sugar in a smallish saucepan. Bring it to a boil and continue cooking until the temperature reaches 245°F. Step 21. Increase the egg whites to medium low. Pour the syrup slowly into the whites. After all the syrup is in, increase the speed of the mixer to medium and then medium high and beat until it is very stiff and holds sharp peaks. Allow it to cool. Step 22. Fit a piping bag with a 1/2" or 3/4" plain tip and pipe "kisses" all the way around the outer edge. Keep moving inward until the tart is completely covered. Don't want to pipe? Spoon it on and make pretty swirls with the back of the spoon. Step 23. Using a small blow torch or propane tank, lightly toast the marshmallow to color them. Step 24. Remove the side of the tart pan. To take it off the bottom, slide a metal spatula between the bottom of the tart and the tart pan. Go all around the tart. Slide it off onto a serving dish. Recipe FAQS Why are they called S'Mores? The first recipe was found in the Girl Scouts of America Handbook published in 1927. The term s'more is first found the 1938 guide “Recreational Programs for Summer Camps,” by William Henry Gibson. It is a contraction of "some more". Where did marshmallows come from? Ancient Egyptians. It was only eaten by gods and royalty because it was deemed so special as early as 2000 BC. How did marshmallow get its name? The marshmallow was originally made from the mallow plant (Athaea officinalis) that grows wild in marshes....hence marsh mallow. Expert Tips When adding the butter to the crumbs withhold about a quarter of it. Different graham crackers absorb more or less butter. More can always be added. If it does become too wet, add more crumbs.

Press the crumbs into the pan very firmly or it will crumble when cut. For the best cuts as seen in the photos of the completed tart, use a hot, dry knife. Run the knife under really hot water and quickly wipe it dry. Cut straight down on the tart, do not use a sawing motion. When making the syrup for the marshmallows, use a saucepan that holds about 6 cups. The mixture rises up as it boils. However, do not use a large pan or the ingredients will spread out too much making it difficult to use the thermometer. Chopping the chocolate helps to melt it quickly and evenly. Whisk it smooth but don't be too enthusiastic or there will be a lot of air bubbles. More Lucious Tarts If you love this S'Mores Tart, It would be hugely helpful and so appreciated it if you would take a moment to leave a rating below. Thank you. How to Make A S'mores Tart As one of the favorites of summer, especially when camping, this easy tart is one you'll want to put on your dessert menu over and over. It's a great way to start getting children interested in the kitchen. Let them try their hand at piping - I can guarantee it will be interesting. tart pan with removable bottomThermometer Graham Cracker Crust1 1/3 cups graham cracker crumbs (170 grams)1/3 cup powdered sugar (34 grams)10 tablespoons unsalted butter (140 grams) Milk Chocolate Filling12 ounces milk chocolate (340 grams)1 cup heavy cream1/2 cup peanuts or other nuts, optional (60 grams)Marshmallow Cream3 tablespoons water2/3 cup corn syrup1/3 cup granulated sugar (65 grams)2 large egg whites (64 grams)2 teaspoons vanilla extract Graham Cracker CrustPlace the graham crackers and powdered sugar in the processor bowl and process to make crumbs. If not using a processor, put the crumbs in a plastic bag and roll over them with a rolling pin to make the crumbs. Continue as below.Add 3/4 of the butter and pulse until the crumbs are evenly coated. Press a small amount of crumbs between your fingers to make sure it will stick together firmly. If not, add the remainder of the butter.Spray the 9x1" tart tin with a non-stick baking release. Arrange 2/3 of the crumbs evenly along the inside edge of the pan. Using your hand or a measuring cup, press the crumbs firmly into the side of the pan. Place the remainder of the crumbs evenly on the bottom of the pan and press in firmly. Set aside.Milk Chocolate FillingWithout cleaning the processor bowl, add the nuts and pulse to chop coarsely. Distribute evenly over the crust. Set aside.Put the cream in a saucepan and bring to a simmer. Do not boil. Remove it from the heat. Submerge the chocolate under the cream for a few minutes.Stir, or gently whisk the mixture together until the chocolate is completely melted and the mixture is combined. Make sure to get into the edges of the pan.Pour it into the shell and let it set up at room temperature or speed it along by refrigerating it.Marshmallow CreamIn a small saucepan, bring the water, cornsyrup and 1/4 cup (50 grams) of sugar to a boil. Continue to boil hard until a candy thermometer reaches 245°F.In the meantime, place the egg whites and vanilla in a clean mixing bowl fitted with a whisk. Beat the egg whites to the soft peak stage. Slowly add the remaining sugar and return to the soft peak stage. If the whites get done before the syrup, reduce the speed to the lowest and keep mixing. Do not turn the mixer off.When the syrup comes to temperature, raise the speed of the mixer to medium and slowly drizzle it into the whites. Turn the mixer to high and beat until thick and lukewarm. Fit a piping bag with a 1/2" to 3/4" plain tip and pipe "kisses" around the outer edge of the tart. Continue piping moving in towards the center until it is completely covered. Not into piping? Spoon on the marshmallow cream and make pretty swirls with the back of a spoon.With a small blow torch or a propane tank, lightly toast the topping.To make perfect slices, heat the knife under really hot water, dry it quickly and slice straight down.

Do not use a sawing motion. Store the tart in the refrigerator. But serve it at or near room temperature. There is always an abundance of photos to guide you in the post above. As always, I recommend using a scale for accuracy and consistency. Flour, in particular, is difficult to measure by volume. For my recipes, I use 140 grams per cup of unsifted all-purpose, bread or whole wheat flour and 125 grams of cake flour. Others may use different weights so use whatever they suggest. ___________________________________________________ When adding the butter to the crumbs withhold about a quarter of it. Different graham crackers absorb more or less butter. More can always be added. If it does become too wet, add more crumbs. Press the crumbs into the pan very firmly or it will crumble when cut. For the best cuts as seen in the photos of the completed tart, use a hot, dry knife. Run the knife under really hot water and quickly wipe it dry. Cut straight down on the tart, do not use a sawing motion. When making the syrup for the marshmallows, use a saucepan that holds about 6 cups. The mixture rises up as it boils. However, do not use a large pan or the ingredients will spread out too much making it difficult to use the thermometer. Chopping the chocolate helps to melt it quickly and evenly. Whisk it smooth but don't be too enthusiastic or there will be a lot of air bubbles. Store in the refrigerator but serve at or near room temperature. DessertAmericanHow to Make S'mores, S'Mores,, Tart,

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carleyhunt · 10 months ago

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Pies - Maple Chess Pie I discovered I was out of vanilla extract as I was in the middle of making a Chess pie. The outcome was delicious after I used some maple extract I had on hand and added some pecans. Because of how decadent and rich this pie is, a small slice will do. This pie, in my opinion, would be fantastic for Thanksgiving. If desired, garnish with whipped topping or sweetened whipped cream.

#maple extract #maple chess pie #vanilla extract #result #topping #pie

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hockeymusicmore · 1 year ago

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#recipes #cranberry #mousse #bread #chocolate #crunch #fudge #cookies #peanut butter #apple

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tedevans · 1 year ago

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Maple Chess Pie Recipe I discovered I was out of vanilla extract as I was in the middle of making a Chess pie. The outcome was delicious after I used some maple extract I had on hand and added some pecans. Because of how decadent and rich this pie is, a small slice will do. This pie, in my opinion, would be fantastic for Thanksgiving. If desired, garnish with whipped topping or sweetened whipped cream.

#middle #pecans #desserts #pie #vanilla extract

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thisislizheather · 2 years ago

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March Magic 2023

Above Photo: Nothing better than this view

I do a million things the month of my birthday and I never regret it. Some people roll their eyes at the phrase “birthday week” or “birthday month” but those people tend to be supremely unhappy and I express my sympathy towards them. Here’s what happened in the birthday month!

The best tweets of the month can be found over here.

I recapped how I did with my winter list of things to do.

I made my new seasonal spring list of things I’d like to do.

Loving the new tomato leaf candle from Trader Joe’s as well as the great new sweet carrot cake from Bath & Body Works.

Above Photo: Tomato leaf candle from Trader Joe’s, March 2023

Above Photo: Sweet carrot cake candle from Bath & Body Works, March 2023

Ice skating in March with friends? Always a good idea.

Above Photo: 75% of us bought skates for this hahahah, it’s called FRIENDSHIP

You know the food blog Grandbaby Cakes? She just put out a new cookbook and the two main things I want to make from it? The salted butterscotch apple whiskey snacking cake as well as the chocolate pecan pie shortbread bars.

If you have a NYC/Queens/Brooklyn library card, are you aware that you can get free tickets to museums all over the city?

I have made this chicken marsala at least three times this month, it might be my favourite way to eat chicken.

Above Photo: Chicken marsala should legally be eaten once a week

I bought this Banana Republic Factory funnel-neck sweater in black as well as white because it legit makes me feel like I have a 401k.

I know zero about coffee, but I’ve done this heating-the-press up method a few times now when I make iced coffee and I think it might taste better when you do it?? Nathan claims there’s no difference, so I might just be argumentative?

In love with the tomato potato chips from Eataly.

Above Photo: Available at Eataly, NYC

Will I ever use this pasta mold from Zara Home - or will I watch it sit on a kitchen shelf each day for twenty years while I yearn to be the type of person who uses a pasta mold?

Love this short article: Want to Lead a Better Life? The Secret Is in the Cemetery.

I had brunch at Quality Eats and the short rib hash was great, but really just inspired me to make it at home.

Above Photo: Short rib hash, Quality Eats

In birthday discount news…

Are you aware that Target gives you a measly 5% off one item on your birthday?! It’s so insulting, I wish they’d just do away with it altogether, it’s pathetic. Why are brands becoming such ingrates when it comes to customer loyalty?

I went to Ulta for my free March birthday gift and they were “out of stock” at TWO locations. And nothing was offered in its place. SWEET.

Milk Bar is supposed to offer some kind of birthday something, but since their loyalty “program” is so new, none of the employees have been taught what the benefits of the program even are. WHAT IS HAPPENING?? (Sidenote: am I the only one who think their cookies suck?)

You know the bra store I love, Journelle? They got rid of their birthday month discount, too! So I guess all these companies have decided that our collective slow march towards death with include ZERO BIRTHDAY PERKS. Cool cool cool.

I tried the crab rangoon March special at Mimi Cheng’s and they were only all right, why is everything disappointing me lately? They weren’t terrible, just too cream-cheesy. While we’re on the topic, on what planet does crab need cheese to accompany it? Seems dumb.

Above Photo: March Special (crab rangoon dumplings), Mimi Cheng’s

I also tried this newish Croatian restaurant in Astoria, Selo, and it was absolutely nothing special. I may have to stop giving such credence to the critics at Eater.

My niece Layla got me an incredible birthday gift - a ticket to Tao of Glass, which the New York Times called “a fantastical and often moving tribute to the composer Philip Glass and the power of art to flow through our lives.” IT WAS SO GOOD. Philip Glass was even there on opening night, which was too exciting and I was floored by the whole evening. God, I love it when someone knows you so well and can arrange the most perfect gift.

Above Photo: March 2023

I bought new jeans after maybe a decade and I can’t be more in love with these ribcage straight ankle Levi’s I got.

Some things I’ve watched:

Tusk: I absolutely hate when American directors talk about Canada in their films, it’s always embarrassing. And jesus, the dialogue in the scene with the girlfriend: has Kevin Smith ever spoke to a girlfriend before? Needless to say, I severely hated the entire movie. I hate torture stuff. Weird that even needs to be said because doesn’t everyone? Johnny Depp was terrible. One of the most originally awful movies I’ve ever seen.

Scream VI: THE WORST SCREAM OF THE ENTIRE SERIES. I vowed not to even see this because I remain #teamneve but Nathan insisted so I begrudgingly went. What a shit show. It was terrible. I’ll never go to another one again, which is a little sad but also fuck everyone involved who thought it was an acceptable idea to move forward without Neve Campbell.

Frantic: I didn’t even know it was a Polanski movie until the end since Harrison Ford was the main draw here. It’s actually a great idea for a movie, but it just trails off midway through so I can understand why no one talks about this movie.

Succession: So I’ve only seen the first few episodes and here’s the thing… it’s legitimately a bad show. The dialogue is so terribly written, I’m actually confused why people praise it so much. NOBODY CALLS THEIR SIBLING SIS. Words can’t express how much I hate the camera work. Shiv’s American accent is wildly bad. I know we’re all desperate for a good show to watch, but the lies need to stop. This is unwatchable.

I’m not sure that I can even speak about it, but I went to a private rehearsal of a play with Michael McKean and good god, I love that man. I met him afterward and he was so kind and lovely, it was unreal. I mean, it’s Mr. Green for god’s sake.

So in love with these new USPS railroad station stamps. I may or may not have made a list of where each station is incase I ever find myself in that city so I can see it in real life.

Above Photo: Can I meet and hug the person who came up with this stamp idea?

I’ve been looking for a real fur coat for a few years now and I finally found her at Exile Vintage in Toronto. It was such a steal because the inner lining was shred, but my mom sewed it all up and it’s absolutely perfect now. So excited to throw out my faux-fur teddy bear coat from Marshalls that every. single. woman. owns.

There was an insane sale at Steve Madden in Soho and I got these new wedge heels for $16. To be clear, that’s $8 PER SHOE.

Above Photo: But can they replace my Terminators? Time will tell.

I saw the new Broadway play Shucked and… yikes. Yes, it was corniness taken to a whole new level, but parts of it were okay. If you love Rodney Dangerfield jokes, then this production was made for you.

Above Photo: March 2023

I also saw Pictures From Home with Nathan Lane and it was slow at first, but really picked up and got good. Love that man.

Above Photo: March 2023

I made a tres leches cake and words cannot describe how heavenly it was. Even if you suffer from dairy issues, I’d recommend that you pound a few Lactaids and eat this immediately.

Above Photo: Tres leche cake

I finally had lunch at Wayan (Jean-Georges’ son’s place) and I can’t wait to return. Best dishes: the corn fritters, the spring rolls (maybe my favourite at any restaurant ever), the lamb kebabs and the chocolate chip cookie with cheddar ice cream. The crab fried rice (which I was most excited for) actually wasn’t anything that special, though.

I had my birthday dinner at The Grill in the Seagram Building (the office building from Scrooged) and it was so great, if not insanely priced. The pasta appetizer was the most incredible thing we ate - they used this crank-type machine table-side to make the broth for the pasta sauce out of MEAT BONES and I can’t stop thinking about it. The other highlight was the gluten-free zucchini cornbread, which was magical. The only downside? Do not get the crab cake - $50+ for the most underwhelming appetizer of your life.

Above Photo: Pasta appetizer, The Grill (a must order)

Above Photo: Vowing to wear more tulle on a daily basis

The Mets promotional giveaways were announced if you care!

Some spring recipes I’d love to make:

Lemony Green Pea Fritters with Cottage Cheese

Banana, Pecan, Coconut and Chocolate Chip Blondies

Cadbury Egg Blondies (I’ve never even made a blondie before, but the urge is strong this season)

Lemon Almond Pudding Cake (love a texturally weird cake)

Carrot Cake Ice Cream (no ice cream maker needed)

Spring Couscous Bowls with Lemon Feta Vinaigrette (I made this last year and it’s spring in a bowl)

Things I’m looking forward to: I visited the insanely gorgeous Kings Theatre in Brooklyn so I’ll do a post about it this week, finally trying the bone marrow gravy at Hawksmoor, I have to get my hands on the Easter Dove Milk Chocolate and Peanut Butter Eggs, I’m trying to get a last minute lottery to see the Phantom of the Opera in its final days, I will find all of the NYC cherry blossoms, seeing the rooftop exhibit when it opens at The Met on the 18th, and finally going on a tour of the old City Hall subway station (this has been a dream of mine for years).

If you’ve got any interest in reading last month’s roundup, you can see what went down in February over here.

Above Photo: Baby Dog witnesses snow, March 2023

#monthly roundup #monthly post #this is liz heather #Liz Heather #March #NYC #Best of NYC #March Activities #what I did in March #things to do #things to do NYC #things to do spring NYC #new york city

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witch-city · 3 years ago

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your twelve days of christmas

marvel masterlist | marvel headcanons | navigation

yelena belova x reader

a/n: i was stretching it a little bit on some of these, but you get the picture...enjoy!

warnings: none! pure, tooth-rotting fluff!

requests are open!

as much as yelena LOVES american holidays and traditions, she's not very clear on all of them

like trick-or-treating

she honestly thought that it was like a truth or dare thing where the trick-or-treater would choose one and that's what they would get

and last new years, when you were visiting your family with her, she nearly grabbed her gun when your family members opened doors and yelled that something was rushing out the door

you had to physically restrain her, which was very hard by the way, just to explain to her that new years tradition

her most recent confusion was about the 12 days of christmas song

she thought that it was a tradition for americans to give their loved ones gifts on the twelve days leading up until christmas

december 14

on december 14, yelena gave you 12 pieces of paper in a jar

needless to say, you were very confused

but when you looked closer at those pieces of paper, you noticed her handwriting on them

you pulled the slips of paper out of the jar and read each one

it took you a moment to realize that she was listing twelve reasons why she loved you

her reasons went as such:

you let me protect you

you listen and try to understand

you never judge me

you try to take care of me (even when i don't want you to)

you can always make me laugh

you enjoy eating the food i cook

you make me smile when you smile

your beautiful, perfect face

you don't mind my family no matter how annoying they are

you are gentle and thoughtful

you never second-guess choosing me

you are you, and that's enough

december 15

on december 15, yelena gave you 11 HUGE bouquets of all of the colors of the rainbow

the flowers she chose were:

calla lily (white)

azalea (pink)

rose (red)

tulip (orange)

sunflower (yellow)

carnation (green)

blue daisy (light blue)

iris (blue)

lavender (indigo)

lilac (purple)

winter pansy (black)

december 16

on december 16, yelena took you to a nearby bowling alley

for every pin you did (or didn't) knock down, of which there are 10, she gave you a kiss

for one game, that would be like 20 kisses

and you didn't play just once

december 17

on december 17, yelena gave you a 3 year old cat (with 9 lives)

it was a BEAUTIFUL fluffy ragdoll

it was mainly white with brownish-greyish bits on the tail and face

you literally fell in love with it

yelena explained to you that she had gotten her from a shelter and she was about to be put down since nobody wanted her

you named her dima, which means "strong warrior"

december 18

on december 18, yelena gave you 8 pies

of course, yelena made them all herself

how? you had no clue

nevertheless, they were AMAZING

she had made:

cherry pie

pecan pie

pumpkin pie

blueberry pie

apple pie

peach pie

coconut cream pie

december 19

on december 19, yelena gave you tickets for 7 separate vacations to each of the seven continents of the world

they were planned for the summer, of course

naturally, you were very excited

december 20

on december 20, yelena gave you a simple little poem that she wrote with 6 lines

she wrote:

"once i sat engaged and blessing, remembering many romances, beloved desires, when my heart got stuck in the briars.

i awoke and flung the feeling; shook and spun off nature's dart, realizing i was the bur upon your heart.

yelena <3"

december 21

on december 21, yelena took you on a day trip through all 5 of the boroughs in new york

on your little trip, you saw or went on:

the bronx zoo and new york botanical garden in the bronx

the brooklyn bridge and dyker heights in brooklyn

the rockefeller center tree and times square in manhattan

museum of the moving image and cunningham park in queens

the staten island ferry and the boat graveyard in staten island

december 22

on december 22, yelena introduced you to the fantastic four

johnny, of course, tried his hardest to get your number, but stopped after his sister, sue, gave him a dirty glare

ben was pretty intimidating

i mean, how could he not be

he was huge

but he was really nice

and so was sue and reed

ugh you loved sue immediately

she was so kind and friendly (and got her brother to stop flirting with you), so what was there not to like?

and reed talked the most, but he seemed really smart and nice

overall, a great experience

you thanked yelena with as many kisses as she would allow

december 23

on december 23, yelena gave you every movie from each of the star wars trilogies

that's a total of 19 hours and 39 minutes worth of star wars movies

naturally, you two spent the rest of the day, curled up on the couch while watching them together

well, you weren't watching the whole time

of course, sometimes one or both of you fell asleep or just had a conversation mid-movie

the movie wasn't that important to either of you though, so it was okay

december 24, christmas eve

on december 24, christmas eve, yelena gave you a pair of ice skates

yelena knew that you were interested in skating, so she thought to get you a pair

and these weren't just a crappy beginner's pair

no, not even close

these were literally over $100,000

like hello?? yelena?? what are you doing spending that much on a pair of ice skates

you were super grateful though

you ended up going out that night to a local skating rink and trying them out

(you loved them)

december 25, christmas day

and finally, on december 25, christmas day, yelena gave you a box

it was a simple, little, velvet box

there was no fancy decoration or anything

it was just a box

but how yelena gave it to you and its contents were not so simple

you opened it and saw a ring

a beautifully adorned ring with a HUGE diamond in the center

when you looked back to her, she was on one knee

she opened her mouth to make some huge speech about how much she loved you

but you didn't need to hear it

you already knew all about that

you didn't even give her a chance to talk

you just whispered a gentle 'yes' and kissed her like you never had before

and that was the greatest gift of all...not the ring

no, you couldn't care less about the ring

it was yelena that was the gift you cherished most

#yelena belova #yelena belova x reader #yelena belova imagine #yelena belova x you #yelena belova fluff #yelena belova headcanons #request #ficmas21 #mine.

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starkerforlife6969 · 3 years ago

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Starker - The Beach War

Peter loves the sunshine.

He loves the sand under his toes, the little shore-line waves bumping against his ribs, he loves the sound of gulls swooping low, but he loves the sunshine most of all.

Steve warns him not to spend too much time out in the sun. Steve buys him sunscreen and umbrellas and hats.

But if the damning red crest over the bridge of his nose is anything to go by- Peter takes little heed.

“I’m going to aerobics,” Peter chirps sweetly, pouring coffee into Steve’s mug and reaching for his headband on a Tuesday morning.

His husband, in slacks and a still-unbuttoned shirt, looks up from the morning paper with a small, curious smile. “Didn’t you go yesterday?”

Peter nods, “I like it.”

“Alright. I suppose you deserve to enjoy yourself. Now that I’m officially a ballot candidate, thanks to you.”

Peter smiles warmly, reaching over to kiss Steve’s mouth and wipe the toast crumbs from his husband’s chin. “We all collected those signatures.”

Steve laughs at his modesty. “It’s one step closer to stopping Stark from destroying this town. I won’t rest till it’s done, Pete. Bucky’s coming over today, to help with the campaign.”

“Okay. Well, there’s lasagne in the fridge left over, will you two be alright?”

“Yeah.” His blue eyes run over Peter’s face. “Have you been wearing suncream?”

“Yes,” Peter lies, but is it really a lie? He tries to. He does, at least like, 50% of the time. Maybe 40.

Steve accepts it easily, and kisses Peter again, and then Peter’s out of the door and into the sunshine and free.

***

Class is perfect. Adrenaline-pumping, vibrant, fantastic, and it fills Peter with energy and when it’s over, dripping with sweat as he heads into the cool, air-conditioned bliss of the mall and wiggles his toes in his shoes.

He’s free the whole day.

He’s going to spend it in the water. On the beach.

He buys a danish from the new mall store, and is heading for the automatic doors when it catches his eye.

A familiar face. Or rather, fifteen of that unfamiliar face, splashed across a display for the new colour tvs. Beck. Peter stops despite himself and watches through the glass as fifteen Quinten Beck’s lecture on how environmental restrictions are really just restricting progress.

Peter takes another bite of his Danish and warm icing dribbles down his fingers. He licks it off angrily. Ugh, Beck. He was a dick in college, and he’s an even bigger dick now. What did Peter ever see in him?

He scoffs, turning away, only to come face-to-face with-

Oh. Handsome. Very handsome. Peter can’t help but be a little winded at the tanned skin, groomed hair and expensive suit and then-

Oh. Shit. It’s Tony Stark. Is it? It must be. It looks like him from the papers, and the interviews and- Yes. Yes, it is. The camera’s, already flattering, still don’t do him justice. It’s Tony Stark. Standing right here, in the mall that he had all those trees chopped down to make.

“You seemed drawn to him, and then you scoffed. It doesn’t speak to you?”

Peter blinks. Stark’s voice is lovely. Smooth. Just how it sounds in the adverts. “Oh!” Peter hums, hastily swallowing his mouthful of Danish. Stark’s eyes are roving over him- not even subtly. What is he looking for? Peter shifts a little in his workout gear. These shorts are very short, he must look- there’s probably icing on his lips and- “I don’t- I wasn’t drawn to him.” Peter insists, “I just know him- uh, Beck. I know him in real life.”

“I see,” Stark grins, eyes all amused, “do you have one?”

Peter blinks. He watches Tony’s eyes dip over his form once again. Rest on his lips. Peter licks them reflexively. He knows Tony isn’t married, but- “I do. I’m uh- I’m married. Sorry.”

Tony laughs, and Peter feels his cheeks flush. “I meant: do you have a colour tv? I know you’re married.”

Peter frowns. How is that possible- oh. He glances at his ring and manages a little laugh. “Perceptive.” He hums.

Tony lifts an eyebrow, a little quizzically. “No.” He says slowly, “I know who you are, Peter Rogers. I saw the “Save our Wave” campaign. You and your husband. Smart way to launch. Ocean in the background. You looked….radiant.”

Oh god. Tony Stark knows who he is.

Peter brushes his hair behind his ears and doesn’t know what to say. “Uh...thank you.”

Tony grins. “Good ad. But it won’t be enough. It can’t stop progress.” Tony steps forward, so they’re a little closer than what’s proper, and his voice drops into something lower. His fingers graze Peter’s bare shoulder. “But I’m not sure you want to stop progress, do you, pumpkin?”

Is he talking about his aerobics outfit? Or the fact he was watching colour tv? Or the fact that he’s in the mall, having just finished a mall class, eating a mall-pastry, and watching mall-tv? Despite the fact that he’s supposedly against the mall.

Peter ignores the ripple of goosebumps that spread across his skin. He lifts his nose, but Tony still towers over him. “I do not agree wih Quinten Beck.” He snaps. “I’m sorry, but we do care about the environment. And we’re not going to have our beach destroyed for another mall.”

He pulls away then, pushing past Tony.

“Peter,” Tony says, and he can’t help but look back. Tony stands there, stupidly handsome, hands in his pockets, and his voice is as cool as the ocean-breeze when he says, “If I were married to you, I’d put you in my campaign videos too. You’ve got a face that changes minds, sweetheart.”

Another furious, heated blush, and Peter bumbles out into the sunshine.

Beach. He needs to go to the beach. Stat.

***

Peter’s freckles always make their debut in the LA Summer.

He serves a pitcher of ice-cold lemonade as he, Steve and Bucky take lunch out on the patio.

Bucky and Steve are pressed close together. It’d be odd, if it wasn’t so commonplace. But Peter expects it now. They’re childhood friends. It’s fine, probably. He tries not to think about it too much. Because he knows Steve. And Steve is kind and loyal, and even if he wanted to- he wouldn’t cheat on Peter.

Unfortunately, Peter thinks Steve might want to. More and more lately, now that Bucky’s basically been living here to help with the campaign.

“Thanks, Sweatpea,” Bucky murmurs, as Peter refills his glass.

For the man who’s stealing away his husband, Peter should probably like Bucky less. “No problem, James. Do you guys want more pecan pie?”

“It’s alright, sugar. Steve and I will eat at the community luncheon.”

Peter blinks. He turns to Steve, who looks away bashfully.

“What?” Bucky asks, reading their faces.

“We were invited to the Harrisson’s gala this afternoon.” Peter points out, still looking at Steve’s face, “it’s a great opportunity to raise some funds-”

“It’s a stuck up crowd,” Bucky points out, not incorrectly, “not exactly who we want associated with Steve’s campaign.”

“Right,” Peter hums, because Steve had a choice between him and Bucky, and Bucky’s already won.

“I’m sorry, Pete,” Steve says earnestly, reaching his large hand across the table to take Peter’s. Bucky looks away. “I just feel the luncheon has a lot more to offer. You can go to the gala by yourself, can’t you? You’re more than amazing without me dragging you down.”

Not true. Peter thinks, because as much as he loves being free, Steve’s all-American home spun wholesomeness always leaves a trail of admirers.

“Okay,” he murmurs. “You guys have fun.”

He collects the rest of the dishes and takes them inside, unaware that he has a Bucky-shaped shadow until he’s corned next to the kitchen sink.

“I’m sorry.” Bucky says, bowing his head, and Peter half-smiles. “I wouldn’t have suggested it if I knew you guys had already-”

“It’s alright.” Peter says softly, “I think he would rather be with you anyway.”

Bucky’s eyes snap to his, ice-blue and frightened and hopeful. “Pete…” he says, voice a little raw. “It’s not…”

“You guys alright in there?” Steve calls from outside.

Peter ducks under Bucky’s arm, and it isn’t very difficult to make his voice bright when he calls back: “Just fine!”

***

The Harrison’s own a ridiculously nice estate, and Peter only feels a little out of place. He’s in the dark blue silks he brought with him to LA all those years ago, and Mr Harrisson greets him warmly at the door.

It’s...better than he thought it would be. It turns out he doesn’t really need Steve. At all, actually. He’s clever and he has his degree and he knows a lot about the environment. People like him. They respond to him. It’s-

“Just look at you,” comes a whistle, and Peter turns slowly to see Tony Stark in a tuxedo.

Fuck. It’s a very tasty sight. Tastier than the crab rolls being handed out, and they were pretty damn incredible.

“You’re just working the room, aren’t you, honey?” Tony drawls, voice dripping with appreciation and something low and dark and-

“I’m uh, I’m trying,” Peter manages, feeling his cheeks flush.

Tony looks like he wants to step closer, but he doesn’t. Peter kind of- maybe a little- wants him too. “And where’s your very lucky husband?”

“Oh, he’s...he’s not here.”

Tony’s eyes light up. “Really? Well, how about you and me get some air?”

The Harrison’s house sits on the beach, and Peter kicks off his shoes and is pulled down onto the sand as easy as breathing.

God, the ocean air. He rolls up his trousers, sinks his feet into the cold, trembling waves.

“Just look at you,” Tony hums, and Peter turns to see he’s being watched, and Tony’s skin looks even better lit by the sunset.

“You said that already,” he points out, feeling bolder, braver, now that he’s out on the beach.

“Well, maybe that’s because I can’t stop looking at you.”

Peter blushes, before stepping into the water a little further. “Are you going to join me? Or do you hate the ocean as much as you claim?”

Tony obligingly toes off his shoes. “Never said I hated the ocean. Don’t get me mixed up with Beck. I just know that sometimes we’ve gotta sacrifice things in the name of progress. Technology. The future.”

Tony pulls off his bowtie, slips off his jacket, and then comes and wades into his knees.

“Gotta sacrifice things,” Peter echoes, “like the ocean. Like trees. Who needs ‘em, right? They only give us oxygen.”

Tony grins at him. “You’re a firecracker, aren’t you, Peter? I thought you liked my mall. Or wasn’t that you? In that gorgeous little aerobics get up? Eating one of those danishes- to die for, aren’t they? Wasn’t that you, sighing at a colour tv?”

Peter scoffs because he doesn’t have a comeback, and he glances out at the horizon.

“You were mine, sweetheart, you’d be purring away with that tv at your feet. I’d buy you a hundred if you wanted ‘em. You wouldn’t want for anything.”

Jesus. Peter tries to stifle the flood of arousal that courses through him. “I’d be wanting for a husband that cared about protecting our coast line.” He manages, though it sounds a little weak.

“The coast line,” Tony hums, reaching a hand down to plunge into the water. “The beach. You a surfer?”

“No, I just...I like the beach, it makes me feel…” free ��...it’s the beach. It’s nature. It’s not for us to bend and re-shape for another mall, Tony.”

Tony chuckles, “I do like to hear you say my same.”

Peter scowls, and heads back for the sand. A few splashes later, Tony follows. “You can’t...I don’t know, you can’t seduce me into supporting you.”

Tony’s hand grips around his wrist just before Peter reaches his shoes, and he’s looking up into very dark brown eyes, and a very, very appealing mouth. “I’m not trying to change your mind.” Tony murmurs, “I’m just trying to see where it is you stand. You like the mall, you didn’t mind the trees being cut down there, but the beach. The beach is where you have a problem. It’s your line.”

“It-it’-it’s not about me.” Peter stutters, feeling exposed, “My husband is the one running for-”

“And I am trying to seduce you. Have been since I saw you in that advert. Couldn’t get you out of my head. Thought they’d hired a model at first, and then I found out you were married to him. I couldn’t believe it.”

Oh. Warmth buzzes through his skin, flattered and delighted and giddy, Peter doesn’t know what in the name of hell possesses him to say: “He’s not going to be my husband for much longer.”

Tony’s eyebrows lift in surprise. Then he smirks. His hand is still wrapped around Peter’s wrist. “That so?”

A few other guests pull out onto the beach now, and Peter spots Mrs Harrisson in the distance.

“Save our wave, Mr Stark,” he whispers, unable to stop smiling, as he gathers his shoes and heads over.

***

He and Steve have sex that night.

It’s the best sex they’ve had in a long time. Passionate, erotic, and Peter knows why. It’s because he was just with Tony, and Steve was just with Bucky, and they’re both pretending.

Afterwards, still warm from the haze, they look at one another.

“I’m so sorry, Pete,” Steve whispers, voice-choked up, and Peter brushes away his tears.

“Don’t be. Where you are, it’s where I am. You and Bucky are made for each other.”

“You have someone too?” Steve asks. Peter nods. “Okay. Okay, but not till...not till after the campaign. Divorce…” the word makes him jerk a little, and Peter soothes him, “it could rock things.”

“After the campaign,” Peter nods, and they sleep in each other’s arms, and maybe it shouldn’t feel like everything’s going to be okay, but it does.

***

Steve annihilates Tony in the televised debate.

Peter knew he would. Tony is clever and pithy, but Steve is earnest, and kind, and people can see that. They can feel that. Tony handles it as well as he can, but it’s clear by the end of the interview- Steve is ahead.

Peter swims back towards the shore.

He’s still wet as he pads into the mall and heads for the pastry-store.

“I’ll get that,” Tony says, appearing from nowhere and handing over the money before Peter can fish his wallet from his ocean-wet shorts.

Tony’s hand is on the small of his back then, guiding him towards the food court, and soon Peter’s eating his pastry on a plastic red chair, and looking at Tony with wide, innocent eyes.

Tony breaks first.

“So, your husband’s campaign is a little stronger than I thought.”

Peter laughs. The sound seems to make Tony light up, and that just- Peter’s stomach tightens.

“My advisor’s are a little worried.”

“Steve is very good.” Peter agrees, taking another bite.

Tony leans across the table, and his cologne makes Peter want. “I’m better, though, Pete, is the thing.”

“Are we still talking about the campaign?”

“Let’s get dinner.” Tony says suddenly, “please. I know it’s early, but I am burning with it, Pete. I think about you all the time, I can’t keep staking out beaches and malls hoping to run into you.”

“What if someone sees us? What about Steve’s campaign-”

“It’d hurt mine just the same. Who gets the sympathy? The man being cheated on, or the man who slept with a married guy?”

Peter pulls the pastry apart with his fingers. “Just dinner?”

“At my house.”

Peter laughs, scandalised, “dinner at your house? How easy do you think I am?”

“Not easy at all. You’re fucking difficult, sweetheart. Look at what you’re wearing, fuck, it’s like you want to torture me.”

Peter tries not to blush and fails. His voice is gentle though, when he voices his main concern: “And what happens if once you’ve...once we’ve...what happens then? Curiosity satisfied, you might not want to see me anymore.”

Tony reaches across the table to touch Peter’s hand. Peter looks around worriedly, but nobody is paying them any mind.

“Is that what you’re worried about?” Tony whispers, more serious than Peter has ever seen him. “Peter, I would never get bored of you.”

“It’s happened before,” Peter says weakly, and doesn’t realise how true it is until it’s spoken aloud. The pain for the divorce yet to happen ripples across his chest. Oh god, where has this been? Someone loved him once, and then found someone else-

“I’m gonna crush him.” Tony vows, voice vicious, as soon as he spots the glitter of Peter’s tears. “I’m going to destroy his campaign-”

“No, no,” Peter insists, sniffling, and managing a small smile. “Steve is- he’s a good guy, Tony. A good guy with a good cause, you don’t need to,” Peter huffs fondly, “you don’t need to protect my honour.

“Alright,” Tony says, a little bit like he’s unconvinced, so Peter squeezes his hand.

“I want to have dinner with you. I want to feel your hands on me- I- I think about it all the time. And afterwards, I want...more.” Peter looks down at their hands. “You said you’d get me anything.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” Tony whispers, “I’m going to give you everything you’ve ever wanted.”

***

The mall gets made.

In the next town over. The beach is saved. Steve wins.

They divorce.

Steve hugs him. Bucky hugs him. There’s a lot of crying, but then Peter’s being picked up in a ludicrously nice hot-red car, and there’s Tony and kissing and a house in Malibu right on the sand.

There’s a wedding, and teasing, and arguments. There’s sex. A lot of sex. There’s swimming and living and life under the sun.

There’s a thousand things. A million things.

And every day with Tony promises more.

When Peter wakes up, ready for the beach, Tony slathers him with suncream and for some reason it doesn’t feel like he’s trapped.

Maybe it was never about the suncream.

He still loves the beach. And the sunshine. And the gulls swooping low and the sand under his toes, but-

But he doesn’t need it to feel free. He feels free right here, in bed, tangled up with Tony and the promise of more.

#starker #physical inspired #background Steve x peter #no cheating #politician tony #80s setting #aerobics #Peter parker #Tony stark #Tony x peter

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incorrect-spiderson · 4 years ago

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avenger's favorite things to eat on thanksgiving/ pie

I can’t tell if you’re suggesting that it’s pie or like to include pie as well, so imma wing it:

Tony: Tony makes meatballs and hear me out because I know someone’s gonna be like “oh just because he’s Italian”. Yes. Because he is Italian. I know a few different people with Italian heritage that make meatballs on thanksgiving and let me tell you they are to die for. Anyways he uses his moms recipe and loves pumpkin pie with cool whip on it.

Steve: Pretty traditional tbh. I’m gonna go out on a limb here and say be likes the canned cranberry stuff. I can’t name it because I hate it but I heard it’s okay. He likes chocolate pecan pie and you can pry that from my cold dead hands.

Natasha: She likes corn casserole. I can’t explain I just know in my soul that she does. Apple pie cause yes.

Thor: He likes whatever meat is prepared. Ham? Fantastic. Turkey? Awesome! Hamburgers because Tony accidentally blew up the kitchen? Cool! He likes just about any pie too, I don’t think he’d like pies with coconut in them though. Don’t ask why, I don’t know either.

Bruce: Pretty traditional, likes the sweet potatoes with marshmallows. DESPISES pumpkin pie. Loves apple pie though, and he’ll drink it with a cup of coffee too. Probably introduced Thor to the fact that drinking coffee with pie is a thing.

Clint: Likes the turkey. Probably a pumpkin pie fan, idk. He probably is in it for the cool whip.

Sam: Also likes the turkey. He makes all the pies so he is probably a fan of just about all of them.

Bucky: Probably like Steve but he loathes the cranberry stuff. He’s more of a casserole kind of guy. Does love a good pecan pie though.

Wanda: I’m going out on a limb again and guessing that she loves the stuffing and green bean casserole. Pie wise probably apple.

Vision: He likes the dinner rolls. I was going to say not a pie fan but then I realized how funky it would be to see him bite into an pumpkin pie and just watch his eyes light up.

Peter: Let’s be honest, he probably isn’t a fan of sweet potatoes and if you force him to eat the cranberry wiggle shit he will run away. His favorite is the pie overall. Probably not pumpkin because of cinnamon but I’d wager that just about any other pie is the highlight of his thanksgiving.

#marvel #mcu #peter parker #avengers #tony stark #spiderman #irondad and spiderson #spiderson #irondad #avengers endgame #Steve rogers #natasha romonova #Clint barton #wanda maximoff #bruce banner #Thor odinson #Sam wilson

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docholligay · 4 years ago

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Would you being willing to share the dough recipe of your cinnamon/other-delicious-things rolls? I would absolutely love recipes for fillings other than cinnamon, if you're willing. All the doughs I've tried have been sickeningly sweet which is saying something as I have a higher tolerance for sweet things.

Oh I totally just use the Joy of Cooking’s recipe/technique for sticky buns, dough-wise. (I do my own shit with the filling) Which has very little sugar in it, as I recall just enough to feed the yeast. It’s not at all sweet, more like a tender bread dough. JOY OF COOKING FOR LIFE. (I think you have a copy)

For filling, I sort of do HOWEVER THE SPIRIT MOVES ME. But here’s a couple I’ve done over the years that turned out in ways I was more or less happy with!

Raspberry: I did homemade raspberry jam with some leftover sliced almonds and was really pretty pleased with how it turned out. A little drier for lack of butter in the filling, but good. I don’t always want the buttery filling

Orange: I mixed like, a stick of butter with orange zest and some vanilla bean, and a couple handfuls or so of sugar. Turned out REALLY good and fuck now I want to make them again.

Cheese and Duck Bacon: Is pretty much exactly what it says it is (cook the bacon first) these are good enough I’m saving them to make again for company. I used a mix of swiss and cheddar.

Cranberry orange rolls: Leftover cranberry sauce from Thanksgiving and some orange zest! (we homemake ours)

Nutella rolls: *I* did not like this as I find Nutella oversweet, but it was very very well liked by those I served it to. I just spread nutella inside the rolls.

Cinnamon apple rolls: stick of butter, cinnamon, sugar but then I added some finely chopped apple and pecans.

Pumpkin pie rolls: I mixed up some leftover pumpkin puree with a little bit of butter and spices so it made a nice paste to put inside. FANTASTIC with cream cheese frosting on top of the roll.

#madegeeky

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shadowywerewolfqueen · 4 years ago

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Autumn Invading

For Suptober Day 17

Dean was driving home from work and couldn’t help but enjoy the change in scenery. Fall had finally arrived and the trees were now an array of oranges, reds, and yellows. Acorns littered the ground and every time you stepped, there was a chorus of crackles. The chill of the morning was now lasting throughout the day and the sun was taking longer every day to sink beneath the horizon. Dean and his husband were finally able to sit out on the porch at night and watch the squirrels, deer, and other animals start preparing for winter.

Dean finished the last of his pumpkin cream cold brew he had ordered from Starbucks. It was one of his favorite fall menu items as it tasted like a liquid pumpkin pie. Dean smiled gleefully as he thought about all the pies he would be able to make now that fall was here. There was pumpkin, of course, plus pecan, apple, sweet potato, cranberry apple, and so many more. Dean was drooling just thinking about all of the delicious pies.

He pulled into the driveway of his home a few minutes later. His eyes went wide as he took in all the decorations his husband had put up. “Cas, I think you went a little overboard,” he whispered to himself.

There were half a dozen hay bales sitting in the front yard. Every bale had a scarecrow behind it, a metal turkey on top of it, and was surrounded by a cornucopia of pumpkins, multicolored ears of corn, and squashes. Cas had also moved some of his potted plants from the back yard and interspersed them between the hay bales to bring in a splash of yellow and red.

Cas had hung a garland made of maple leaves, pumpkins, berries, pinecones, and sunflowers over the porch railing and around the door. There was a matching wreath hanging on the front of the door, a sign in the middle of it reading, “Happy Fall, Ya’ll.” He had also set up multiple planters with pumpkins and leaves in them on both sides of the porch steps. Along the top of the railing, he had placed lanterns with different pumpkin faces on them. Dean could also make out a couple more scarecrows and ceramic turkeys sitting on the porch near their rocking chairs.

Dean slowly got out of the car and walked up the steps to his front door. He stood frozen for a second, his hand resting on the doorknob. He was slightly afraid to see how much the inside of the house had been transformed. If the front yard was any indication, Dean was about to walk into an autumn wonderland. He took a deep breath and pushed the door open.

“Autumn invaded my house,” Dean muttered under his breath.

There wasn’t an inch of house undecorated. Many of their pictures had been taken down and replaced with seasonal signs, animal cutouts, and fall paintings. There were signs saying, “Welcome to This Home”, “Happy Fall,” “Time for Giving Thanks,” and many more fall greetings and sayings. There were now dozens of owls, foxes, squirrels, and turkeys flying and jumping across their walls. Dean’s favorite seasonal painting hung on the wall: Baby sitting in a pumpkin patch with Dean and Cas making out on her hood. Cas still wouldn’t tell him just how much it had cost.

As Dean walked further into the house, he couldn’t help but let out a low groan. He should have never given Cas free reign in the decorating department. Everywhere Dean looked, he saw leaves, pumpkins, sunflowers, pinecones, and woodland animals. His entire house was now a medley of greens, yellows, reds, and oranges. As he took a deep breath, his nose was assaulted with the strong aroma of pumpkin spice.

He took a peek into the living room and saw that their normal blue and green pillows had been replaced with yellow and red pillows while an orange throw was laying on the back of the couch. Of course, there was more leaf garland hanging on the fireplace mantle as well as more pumpkins and squashes. A tablecloth with leaves was now covering the dining room table while their pilgrim salt and pepper shakers sat in the middle. A large cornucopia full of maple leaves and vegetables sat behind the shakers. There was even a large scarecrow sitting in the corner.

Dean finally walked into the kitchen, and just like the rest of the house, it had been transformed. All the dish towels had been replaced with autumn themed ones. Cas had brought down their dishware set covered in gold and yellow swirl designs. There were a few foxes, owls, and pumpkins scattered about. A few fake sunflower bouquets were set in even increments across the kitchen counter. In between each bouquet sat orange candles, obviously the source of the pumpkin spice scent.

Cas was standing in front of the oven, pulling out a freshly baked pecan pie. He turned around and set it on a cooling rack before looking up. His face broke into a wide smile when he saw Dean leaning against the counter. “Hello sweetheart, how was your day?”

Dean stared at his husband with as much love as he could muster. Cas was wearing one of his old band tees with a red plaid shirt thrown over it. He also had an apron on that read, “Pumpkin Spice and Everything Nice.” His hair was tousled and he had flour on his cheeks from when he made the pie crust.

“Hey baby, my day was good. Nowhere near as busy as yours it seems,” Dean said as he walked towards his husband.

Cas went into Dean’s outstretched arms easily. “I’ve been very busy! What do you think of the decorations?”

Dean pressed a tender kiss to Cas’ lips. “It looks like autumn invaded our house.”

The smile fell from Cas’ face. “If it’s too much, I can take some of it down. I may have gotten carried away.”

Dean reached up to cup Cas’ cheek in his rough palm. “Baby, it’s perfect! It takes a second to get used to, but I think you did a fantastic job! You aren’t allowed to take a single decoration down.”

Cas’ eyes sparkled with Dean’s praise. He nuzzled his nose against his husband’s before sliding his lips against Dean’s. “Thank you, sweetheart. I just pulled a pecan pie out the oven and I have a fresh batch of apple cider in the crockpot. Sam and Eileen are coming over and they are bringing takeout from the Roadhouse. I’ve got a dutch apple pie ready to go in the oven and a pumpkin pie that’s ready for you to take a slice out of.”

“Have I told you recently that you’re the best husband in the world?” Dean asked as he peppered kisses to Cas’ face before finally sealing their lips together.

When they broke apart,” Cas replied cheekily, “You could stand to mention it more.”

“Cas, you’re the best husband in the world,” Dean said softly before pressing another tender kiss to his husband’s lips.

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