#how to cook the best ribeye steak

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OR WHAT?: ERIK “KILLMONGER” STEVENS X BLACK PLUS SIZE READER (NSFW)

SUMMARY: You and your boyfriend's arguments almost always ended the same way.

Warning: arguing, yelling, gaslighting, angry sex, rough sex, oral sex, choking, spanking, etc. 18+ only, read at your own risk. Minors DO NOT INTERACT!

Note: He’s a little toxic guys ngl 🙄

Erik pulled your chair out for you, waiting until you sat down to push you toward the table.

This was your first date night in weeks, you usually tried to do at least one a week but your schedules hadn't been aligning lately. You were lucky to be able to squeeze this one in.

Erik grabbed your hand, kissing it gently, eyes never leaving yours as you began to tell him about your day.

You were interrupted when your waitress strolled over, giving you a once over, a tight lipped smile on her face.

Once she looked at Erik her entire demeanor changed, eyes widnening slightly before she composed herself, straightening up her posture.

"Can i get you guys something to drink? Wine?" Her eyes trailed Erik's frame, clearly checking him out.

"Wine is fine, red." You answered for the both of you, firm tone and forced smile.

"Alright." She jotted that down not even bothering to look at you before walking off.

Your eyes followed her, boring holes into her back.

"You good babe?" Your boyfriend raised a brow.

"Yeah." You shook your head huffing out a sigh.

"What are you eating?" He asked looking over the menu.

"Maybe the honey glazed salmon with mashed potatoes and asparagus, that sounds good." You answered.

"Damn it really does." He kissed his teeth.

"Can't make up your mind?" You laughed.

"Not all at." He sat the menu down as the waitress approached again.

"Ready to order?" She had her body turned toward Erik, now completely ignoring your presence.

"I need a little help deciding, what do you recommend?" He asked.

"Well our ribeye is pretty good, Lobster tail is divine too." She leaned over the table pointing at the items she listed, cleavage on full display.

You were so angry you swore there was steam coming from your ears, you did your best to keep your composure, not wanting to cause a scene in the restaurant.

"Ribeye sounds good." Erik closed the menu leaning back.

"How would you like that cooked?" She bit the end of her pen seductively.

"Medium, side of mashed potatoes with extra butter please. Oh and what did you want baby?" He looked at you.

"Honey glazed salmon, mashed potatoes as well and asparagus." You repeated your order glaring at the woman as she scribbled it down, again, not even bothering to look at you.

"Be right back with that." She bit her lip taking one last look at Erik before walking off, making sure to add a little extra swing in her hips.

It didn't take long for the food to come out, your piping hot plate being placed in front of you making your mouth water.

"Let me know if you need anything else." The lady winked at Erik.

You stabbed your fork into your fish aggressively, using it to cut yourself a piece.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as the fish practically melted on your tongue, your anger melting along with it.

"Is it good baby?" Erik chuckled watching you take another big bite.

"So good, you have to try some." You gathered some more on your fork, holding it to his lips.

He accepted it, eyes lighting up as the flavor hit his tongue.

"Yours is better than mine." He huffed.

He cut you a piece of his steak, placing his fork in your mouth.

"Mmm yours is good too baby." You closed your eyes in satisfaction.

You spent the rest of the evening enjoying each other's company, chatting and laughing.

Once you finished your food and the both of you were ready to leave Erik called the waitress over for the check. She nearly tripped over herself practically sprinting to the back, then to your table.

"Desperate bitch." You muttered under your breath.

You snatched the check from her hand, giving her no other reason to drag out her time at your table.

She glared at you before walking off, going to serve another couple, hopefully she didn't eye fuck that woman's boyfriend too.

Your eyes scanned the bill curiously , wondering how much your food was gonna cost but when you got to the end of it your eyes widened, blood beginning to boil upon seeing the woman's number scribbled on the paper, a messy heart drawn next to it.

"Is something wrong?" Erik leaned forward, confusion lacing his features.

"The bitch left you her number, maybe you should give her a call later." You threw it at him, grabbing your purse and storming out of the restaurant.

"Wanna tell me what that was all about?" He slid into the driver seat, starting the car up.

You crossed your arms, eyes not moving from the window.

"So you just gone ignore me?" He narrowed his eyes at you.

You didn’t budge.

He scoffed backing out of the parking lot and speeding off.

The two of you rode in silence, Erik occasionally cutting his eyes at you, jaw clenched in annoyance.

At the apartment

You slipped your heels off by the door, walking to the kitchen and setting your purse on the counter.

"You're really not gonna talk to me?" He stood beside you frowning.

"I'm not in the mood Erik." You walked toward the bedroom, taking off your earrings and sitting them on your nightstand.

"You cannot seriously be mad at me about what that waitress did, you know damn well i wasn't gonna keep her number." He followed you slipping off his jacket.

"I don't know, you didn't exactly stop her other advances did you?" You laughed bitterly pulling your dress over your head and tossing it on the floor.

"You're acting like i flirted with her, i didn't pay her any fucking attention." He spat getting angry.

"No you didn't, but you sat there and let her flirt with you! Undressing you with her eyes, shoving her fucking titties in your face." You glared at him.

"Why you always gotta be so insecure." He shook his head, unbuttoning his dress shirt.

"Don't try to flip this on me, it has nothing to do with me being ‘insecure’ but it has everything to do with you allowing her to disrespect me! You could've checked her, told her to back off, hell you could've asked for another waitress but you didn't!" You yelled.

"You're overreacting as usual!" He threw his hands up.

"Fuck you Eric." You shook your head in disbelief.

"What?" His head snapped up.

"I said fuck you."  You walked over to him, getting in his face.

"Watch your fucking mouth." He spoke lowly, eyes darkening.

"Or what?" You challenged.

You tapped Erik’s thigh as he thrusted into your mouth roughly, dick touching the back of your throat making you gag repeatedly.

“Nah ain’t no tapping out now, didn’t i tell you i was gone put that filthy ass mouth to good use?” He slapped your hands away, grabbing the sides of your head and speeding up.

You began to tear up, saliva dripping from the corners of your mouth, your throat was definitely gonna be sore tomorrow.

“Get on the bed and get on your hands and knees now.” He growled.

You scrambled up from the floor climbing on top of the mattress and getting into position as you were told.

“Spread your legs!” His voice boomed echoing off the bedroom walls.

You jumped spreading them quickly.

“You gone regret talking to me like that, imma make you eat those words.” He leaned down whispering in your ear, body looming over you.

He lined himself up with your entrance, slamming into you making you scream, your body jolting forward.

He pounded into you mercilessly, toned thighs smacking against yours plump ones.

“Pleaseee.” You begged placing your hand on his torso, pushing him away.

“Nah, shut up and take that shit.” His rough hands collided with your ass cheeks leaving behind a stinging sensation.

You whimpered, face buried into the soft sheets, arms crossed behind your back, wrist being held tightly.

“Why so quiet now huh? Where’d all that mouth go?” He shifted slightly, hitting your g spot at the perfect angle making your toes curl.

He stopped briefly flipping you over on your back and slipping inside you once more, one hand gripping your throat while the other threw your leg over his shoulder.

“I- i’m…” Your mouth hung open desperately trying to string together a sentence, your brain and body too overwhelmed by pleasure.

“What you got something to say? Speak up i can’t hear you.” He spoke mockingly, smug smirk on his face.

“I’m sorryyy oh my god.” You squeezed your eyes shut as your as your orgasm came hard and fast.

“It’s a little too late for apologies baby, and you just made a mess.” He shook his head looking down as you creamed all over his dick.

Your eyes became fuzzy and you felt your body go limp, already spent.

“We’re nowhere near finished.” Erik’s face came into view, an evil grin on his lips.

You were four? five? orgasm’s in when you felt him twitch inside you, signaling that his own release was coming soon.

He buried his face in the crook of your neck leaving sloppy kisses and small bites as he came undone, managing a few more small thrusts before completely collapsing on top of you.

“Still mad?” He whispered against your skin.

“No.” You answered quietly.

“Me neither.” He pulled out of you slowly before heading to the bathroom.

He came back with a warm, damp towel, prying your legs open gently and wiping your sensitive core before taking it back into the bathroom and tossing it in the basket with the rest of your dirty clothes.

“I really am sorry.” You spoke as he snuggled up behind you, pulling you against him.

“No i am, you were right, i should’ve never allowed her to get comfortable making passes at me and disrespecting you. I didn’t have your back tonight when i should have. I let you down, im sorry.” He spoke tenderly kissing your shoulder softly.

“I appreciate that baby.” You turned around pulling him into a sweet kiss.

You fell asleep in each other’s arms happy and content.

A/N - Erik is hand’s down the sexiest marvel villain, i don’t make the rules guys. Anywayssss I hope you like this spicy fic. 🌻

[readychilledwine]

To Keep You From Breaking

Elain Archeron Week - Day 2 - Hope

Summary - When darkness feels as though it is approaching, Elain’s hope begins to spread to the Inner Circle through her small acts of kindness

Warnings - mentions of alcohol

A/n - A little late for @elainarcheronweek day 2, but alas, this went through heavily scrutiny and almost did not get posted. It does set up what I am about to explore heavily this week, so she got to stay. It's not my favorite thing, but it sets up the brother sister relationship I want to play with between her and Rhysand, which was ultimately the goal.

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“Whiskey…” she muttered to herself, rummaging the alcohol den Rhysand kept. “Whiskey.. whiskey.. yes!”

Elain seemed to glow as she grabbed the dusty bottle of amber liquor. She had kicked the Inner Circle out of the Moonstone Palace, telling them she would call for Rhysand or Feyre when they were allowed back.

She may not have had full control of her powers nor her situation, but Elain knew she could help. She could bring joy through her hope, her kindness, her talents in the kitchen. If this was how she could fight darkness until she gained the abilities she needed, then this is how she would fight alongside her family.

Even if she had to adjust some factors due to the Vanserra brothers being present, but she was always well prepared for a challenge.

Even if one of those challenges was a distracting one.

Peach cobbler with a whiskey glaze for Rhysand's complex tastes.

Ribeye steak with a rosemary butter to touch Cassian's love of all things protein.

Apple and feta salad to highlight Feyre's love of artistry in foods.

Butternut squash soup that was spiced with Autumnal flavors and loveliness for obvious reasons.

She touched everyone's tastes. A food, drink, or sweet to call to all of them. Something to let them know she cared, that she saw them, that she understood.

She set the grand table for a candlelit dinner with wine, spiked ciders, and hearty food, then moved to put the finishing touches on her dessert table, “Rhys,” she called for him mentally, choosing her newest best friend over her little sister. “I'm ready.”

She sent him that image. A table full of food with candle flame shimmering off the walls. Desserts so sweet they'd make your teeth ache from just a glance. Their arrival was immediate. Bodies taking seats with no care of who sat where or why.

The smell and sight was heavenly, healing parts of them untouched by anything else. Everything could wait.

There was no Beron in this place.

No Koschei.

No mortal queens raising an army.

Just family. Friends. Good food and strong wine aplenty.

Conversations flowed like the Sindra. Jokes being thrown in every direction and at everyone's expense. The mood was light for the first time in a very long time. It reminded them of safer days, or what could, and would, come.

They were strongest together and Elain knew this as she sipped her champagne. A soft calloused hand moved to hold hers under the table, squeezing softly as Rhysand caught her eye.

No words needed to pass between the two of them. The understanding was known and there. With just her inner spark, Elain brought them together, and with just her spark, she would ensure this meeting went smoothly as Night and Autumn met to discuss the change they were all ready to bring.

“Steak is good, El,” Cassian's mouth was half full. “Perfectly cooked.”

“The soup is also delicious, our sister should take notes,” Nesta put a brow up at Feyre, waiting for the new mother to sass her back.

“Says the female who offered a stale cracker.” It was Lucien. Lucien who fired back at Nesta to defend his friend before covering his mouth.

Silence quickly turned into loud laughter as Nesta immediately began justifying her choice to offer Cassian a cracker she'd carried in her pocket.

Her next act of kindness came in Rhysand's office. The House had gone quiet. Eris back in Autumn. Lucien at the Townhouse. Azriel the old Riverhouse. Cassian and Nesta at the House of Wind.

The High Lord was wide awake, though, ink dragging along parchment as he penned a letter to Helion and Thesan.

She entered the room slowly, a tray of cheese, fruits, and nuts in her hands. “I brought you snacks,” she moved to him. “A few different cheeses, fruits, your favorites.”

He glanced at her, smiling, “And you are up because?”

“Because you shouldn't be lonely.”

He helped her set the tray on the coffee table, taking a break to sit with her in his far too large office. “I'm used to being lonely-”

“Don't care,” Elain sat down, popping a chunk of cheese into her mouth. He sat across from her, studying her like she was a star ready to be mapped before him. She was an interesting creature. Soft, yet iron clad strength shined from within. Gentle, but an unmoving firmness.

“Your heart is still very human. Filled with hope,” he began. “Kindness. Curiosity.”

“You say these things like they are negative-”

“Never,” she whispered to him, her bottom lip trembling as she felt seen by him, felt her efforts paying off. “I promise.”

“No,” he immediately interrupted. “Contagious. They are contagious. Your kindness brings light, Elain. That light bring joy. That joy sparks hope.” He reached across the table, gently taking her chin between two fingers. “I told your sister this once, but be glad for your human heart, Elain. Never let it go. Never change.”

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[lamialamia]

K company is KBBQ

Get it? be cause K-

And the pacific theatre, which is like, right next to Korea?? (i'm asian i can make this joke)

Burgin is Salted flank steak (Chimasal)

Classic cut that never dissappoints anywhere. You can depend on this bad boy in a new kbbq joint like you can always depend on Burgin in war.

Sledge is Marinated Short Ribs (Galbi)

I know i'm biased and i'm giving Sledge my favorite meat cut in a kbbq. This baby boy is one of the best in the game, you are not having kbbq without him like how you are not watching the best of TP without Sledge.

Snafu is Kimchi banchan.

Sour, spicy, but essential to the table of kbbq. He's what set this meal apart. No matter how much you can or cannot handle him, you gotta have Snafu, like you gotta have kimchi.

Leyden is Ribeye steak.

A chunky boy that takes longer to cook but never disappoint. He might be a little too stubborn if you are not willing to wait or have weaker teeth, but he's a must-have for a group outing

Jay is the Free water.

A refreshing beverage in the middle of all the flavor. But also because Jay's lastname is De L'eau aka water, and you can't say he is not as important as water.

Hilbilly is Soju.

SOJU SHOT! SOJU SHOT! SOJU SHOT! He's what your parents would be having.

Ack-Ack is Doenjang Jjigae.

Rounding out the meal is a soup that is perfect for the soul. Warm you to the core every time just like Capt. Haldane fuck yeah~~

@staud we're so genius for this

[according2thelore]

i just reread ur Love Potion no. 9 and now I’m thinking about es!dean cooking ls!sam a ribeye bc he has a KITCHEN here and ls!sam trying to make himself eat it <3 anyway love ur stuff so much

EEP! thank you anon! i love domestic winchesters so much, lol!

this idea crawled into my head and stuck there until i wrote it. this is humiliatingly long but thank you for the prompt!!! your brain anon!!!

mwah!! mwah!!! <3

the smell brings sam into the kitchen. younger dean is standing near the stovetop, shuffling dishes around. when sam clears his throat, about to ask what he's making, the kid jumps.

"are you making dinner?" sam asks, confused. dean picks up the dishtowel, wiping his hands. sam's younger self and older dean went out to get extra spark plugs for the old junker in the garage an hour ago, and sam was planning on reheating some takeout from the other night.

dean hasn't dropped the dishtowel, kneading it between his hands like he's trying to strangle it.

"yeah, y'know. grandpa told me that i--he--us. we? do a lot of the cooking."

sam rolls his eyes because dean has gotten in the habit of calling older dean 'grandpa' and 'the geezer' and 'ol dusty.' it's cute.

but gosh, the smell. sam's stomach roils. dean must see something shift on his face because he's quick to explain.

"d'you remember when we were stuck outsida asheville? and the only thing we had were those hotdogs?"

sam can't help but wrinkle his nose. he definitely remembers. dean had done everything he could do dress them up and make it different, but they went on a hotdog strike for months after, only choosing other food if they had a choice.

"i got real handy with the grill. that's...kinda the only gourmet cooking i've got under my belt. i asked, but. uh. anyway. i made you steak? a ribeye steak?"

it sounds like a question at the end and sam's stomach sinks because oh shit. dean made this. dean made this for me. sam looks over dean's shoulder, easier than it would be if dean were his older self, pounds of muscle not packed in yet.

that's where he's been. he's been in here since before the other two even left. cooking dinner. for sam. to eat.

it's not even a question of if sam's going to do it. because he is going to do it.

it's a question of how neutral can he make his face as he chokes it down.

and oh god, it's huge. the steak is as big as dean's face, and sam knows for a fact that he must have picked it out specifically, because dean did not have that thing in their fridge.

sam's stomach goes wobbly with the image of this little dean, trailing in aisles in the local grocery store with a hat pulled low over his eyes (like they had all agreed to do until this blew over), deciding which steak sam would like the best.

"oh wow!" sam says, trying to sound encouraging. "it's big."

dean flushes fourteen different shades of pink over a period of ten seconds, and yeah. sam sighs. he's going to eat the fucking steak.

six minutes later, after dean had pushed sam down into a chair and let his hand on sam's shoulder linger for two seconds longer than it should have--

(and really, dean is not smooth. sam wished he had known back in 2006 that dean was this easy to fluster because he would've fallen to his knees in shitty motel carpet ten years early and saved them all a lot of heartache.)

--sam is staring at easily sixteen ounces of meat. to dean's credit, it looks like it should feature on a grilling magazine or something. but all sam can smell is the slightly seared odour of flesh.

"and i heard that you like greens, so--" sam tears his eyes away and dean awkwardly balances a bagged salad in his hands. sam feels like crying. this is going to be a rough few minutes.

"share it with me," sam asks, begs really, but dean just shakes his head.

"nah, man. i made it for you. i've got one for me." and sure enough, sam's stomach sinks as dean brings over another plate to the table with a much more reasonably sized offering.

"great." sam says, smiling bleakly. his throat is clogged and thick when he swallows. he tastes acid at the back of his throat. they sit in silence for a few minutes while sam pops the salad bag, trying to frantically puzzle out how he's going to eat this thing.

he could eat it as fast as possible? give his nerves less time to process the hot skin sliding down his throat. but the chances of him throwing up would increase exponentially. he could chew and hide bites in his napkin? but dean would catch it.

sam's stomach sinks. he's going to have to chew it. and swallow it. and let it sit in his stomach. heavy and full. skin grease and meat tearing under his teeth. sam's mind whites-out with the memory of the cage, of being forced to eat his own thigh down to the bone.

"so..." dean asks, "how long have we lived here?"

sam looks up, and realizes that dean is gripping his beer bottle so tight that it looks like it might shatter in his hand. sam softens. kid looks like he's going to shit himself.

"you know i can't tell you that." sam chides. and he picks up his fork. he picks up his knife. he braces himself. and he cuts.

"and what are your...what are your plans?" dean asks, thirty minutes later. they've been talking back and forth, trading memories of things pre-2006. sam's been trying to keep this strictly common knowledge, and dean--unlike sam's younger self--takes it mostly in stride.

sam feels an automatic reflex to burp rising in his throat, and he locks his muscles as much as he can because if he feels the taste of aerosolized meat in his mouth again, he will vomit.

half the steak is gone, and dean's food is completely gone. he doesn't seem to be in any rush, and keeps giving sam more beer. sam keeps having to take sips after each bite to wash the taste away as soon as he can, so he appreciates it. dean seems more and more surprised that sam isn't letting more slip, and sam smirks to think of how much of a light-weight he used to be.

is dean trying to get him drunk? sam's kind of flattered, he thinks.

"my plans?" sam repeats, raising an eyebrow.

"yeah. y'know. for the future."

sam looks at dean appraisingly. it could be a ploy for information, but for some reason, dean looks prematurely disappointed, like he's bracing himself for bad news. sam quickly takes another bite, thin enough that he can swallow it down without chewing at all.

"well." sam says, slowly. taking another swig of beer. "i've always wanted a dog. but--" he smiles. "'grandpa' says no. he's afraid it's going to get hair all over the car."

dean blinks at him. like he's waiting for something else. but when sam just stuffs another bite in his throat, dean cracks a hesitant smile.

"well. grandpa's very wise. i've always said so. dander is shit for leather."

sam smiles, rolling his eyes, when he hears footsteps.

"did someone grill out inside--" dean. older dean. he rounds the corner, and freezes when he sees the steak in front of sam. his younger self sitting across from him. "what the fuck?"

"dean, it's okay--" sam says, quickly, before dean can say anything, but dean is already storming across the room.

"did you eat this?" he demands, but before sam can say anything, dean whirls on his younger self. "he doesn't eat meat, jackass."

the younger dean blanches. "what? yeah he does. we eat burgers all the time."

"not my sam, one tree hill." dean turns around to face sam again. "are you okay?"

in truth, sam already feels the meat settling oddly in his stomach. he feels like he's going to be sick. but he just glares at dean instead, furious. the cage is sam's to tell--or sam's to bury, in this case. dean's tone is too acerbic for young dean to not pick up on the weight of it. it's clear from dean's tone alone that sam's aversion to meat is not a choice made on ethics.

younger dean looks like he's about to cry, sitting back in his chair. silence stretches for a second.

"give us a minute." sam snaps. dean flushes a furious shade of scarlet.

"what the hell? i'm not--"

"dean." sam says, cutting. dean peters into silence, and sam looks at both deans, one furious and one crestfallen. "he was doing something nice."

"by forcing you to--"

sam puts a hand on dean's, pushing the plate in his hands down. he makes eye contact, and sees the concern there. dean's never been good at letting sam take care of himself, and sam can already see how a version of himself 'hurting' sam is making him ready to start throwing punches. he softens.

"i'm going to be fine. let me handle this, please. i'll catch up with you later."

dean's mouth twists up in a snarl. "sam--"

"later." sam repeats, and dean growls something unintelligible as he storms out of the room. sam sags forward, finally allowing himself to process how full and ill he feels. how the alien flesh in his stomach feels revolting, thick.

"why didn't you say anything?" a quiet voice. sam looks up, smiling a genuine smile this time, and allowing it to look as weird as it probably does.

"i can't." sam says, apologetic. he's not going to tell dean anything about it. he can't know. dean rubs a hand over his face.

"i'm not used to not knowing you, sammy." he murmurs, looking sick. he looks so young that sam's chest contracts. what a sorry pair they make.

"you know me." sam reassures softly. "i'm your little brother."

dean looks up at him then, huffing an unamused snort. they look at each other for a long while, sam tracing the round curves of dean's face. his wide eyes. sam wonders what dean sees when he looks at him.

"yeah. okay." dean says, finally. "'m sorry."

sam shrugs. "how about we get outta here? there's a diner down by the movies that makes a mean veggie burger."

dean nods, still looking lost.

"they also make the best pecan pie in the state. we've checked."

dean snorts, and there he is: sam's big brother. young, and lost, but undeniably here, in the swoop of his bottom lip as he smiles.

sam's chest expands with his first full breath in almost an hour, and something else. something warm.

"i'll be the judge of that." dean says, cocky and all false-reassurance. sam wants to kiss him. but he stands instead, and nods towards the door.

"lead the way."

~~~

i saw something the other day that suggested veggie!sam was a hot take, and i think i'm only a partial veggie!sam believer. i think it comes and goes--he has good and bad days.

i can only imagine the cage made sam's relationship to consuming meat weirder. but who knows! thank you again for the prompt anon!!!

-lizzy

[novacorpsrecruit]

You and Me (in the center of the apocalypse) on Ao3

─── ⋆⋅chapter 3 posted!!⋅⋆ ──

“Hey.”

Eddie turned his head to the edge of the trailer’s roof. A box held up, just barely above the metal shingle.

“Can you help me?” Steve’s voice called from below. He gave the box a gentle wiggle to emphasize the assistance needed. Eddie let out a laugh.

“I guess so.” He pushed himself off the blanket laid out on the roof and half hustled over to the box. He took it from Steve’s hands, looking at the picnic spread Steve had set aside for them. Two MREs disassembled with the main dishes boiled hot, a bag of chips, a half pack of beer and Twinkies. Eddie took a step back, watching as Steve push himself up onto the roof. Eddie watched in awe as Steve’s shoulders tighten, as he literally pushed himself up, his arms straighten as he kicked his leg up over the ledge.

Maybe it was the athleticism preformed by the former King of Hawkins. Or maybe it was Eddie’s tight Black Sabbath shirt that showed off his muscles. Either way, it made something deep inside of Eddie growl, ‘MINE.’

Steve grinned as he caught Eddie’s stare. He threw Eddie a quick wink as he took the box from his hands.

“C’mon, Ed,” Steve said. “Picnic’s not gonna unpack itself.”

Eddie let out a soft laugh as he jogged over to Steve and the picnic blanket. He playfully hopped down on the blanket, instantly going for the beer. Not even 48 hours ago, Eddie was fighting a fever. 24 hours, he found the pain Steve has been hiding. And now, they’re climbing on top of the trailer roof to watch the clearing skies of the Upside Down. If they fooled themselves, the constant ash in the distance could be mistaken as stars.

“Alright,” Steve clapped his hands, rubbing them together as they were about to have a feast. “From the five star Michelin restaurant, we have diced turkey with gravy and diced beef with gravy. The chef’s personal recommendations.”

“Oh the chef?” Eddie’s eyebrows shot up. “And it paired well with Pabst?”

“He said only the best,” Steve said. “On the house. Which one do you want?”

“Beef,” Eddie said, extending his reach towards Steve, accepting the prepared MRE. “It’s been a while since I’ve had a good ribeye.”

“Yeah,” Steve let out a soft laugh. “Ribeye.”

“Is that jealousy I hear?” Eddie asked, a playful smirk across his face. “You just wish you ordered the rib-eye instead of the duck —“

“Excuse you,” Steve laughed. “This is duck a l’orange. The finest French dish on the menu.”

“Oh, my bad,” Eddie laughed, opening the package. The content’s aroma went straight to his nose. “Holy shit this actually smells good. It uh — kind of reminds me of my uncle’s Salisbury steak. He would add a can of cream of mushroom soup to the brown gravy mix and serve it over instant mash. God, I —“ Eddie let out an exhale. “I miss him.”

“I can’t wait to try it,” Steve said.

“Try what?”

“Your uncle’s Salisbury steak,” Steve said, opening his MRE. “You’ll ask him to make it for us, right?”

“Yeah,” Eddie nodded. “I think he’d like you.”

“Yeah?”

“The guy who practically nursed me back to health?” Eddie shot Steve a grin. “Yeah, he’d love you.”

“Good. If not, I was prepared to use my Harrington charm on him,” Steve wiggled his eyebrows before turning his attention on his meal. He took a hesitant bite before shooting Eddie a thumbs up. “Best duck I’ve ever had.”

Eddie laughed, not convinced. He took a bite of his diced beef and — well, it wasn’t the worst thing he ever had. But it definitely made him miss Wayne’s cooking. Wayne was a professional at dolling up meals, making cheap meals taste better and more filling. How he’d kill for some of Wayne’s flapjacks and fried eggs. “Yeah,” Eddie swallowed his food, then flashed a grin. “Cow’s still bleeding. Can’t get this anywhere else.”

There were a few moments that passed where they just ate and drank, their shoulders pressed together like it meant nothing and their entire world all at the same time.

“What about your parents?” Eddie spoke up.

“What about them?”

“Do you think they would like me?” Eddie asked. “I know I’m not everyone’s cup of tea, but you think I’d grow on them?”

“Uh — not to disappoint but I don’t think they would care,” Steve said with a shrug. “Don’t take that in a bad way —“

“Kind of hard not to,” Eddie said with a laugh. Eddie doesn’t think he could lie if Steve asked him if that hurt. Eddie’s not sure if he’s capable of lying to Steve anymore.

“I just meant — I don’t think they know I’m missing.”

“… What?”

“I don’t think they know,” Steve said. “And I don’t think they care.”

“Steve, we’ve been stuck for —“

“I know how long we’ve been stuck for Eddie,” Steve snapped. “I’ve been counting the days. They wouldn’t care.”

“Fuck your parents, man,” Eddie said. “They don’t deserve you.” Eddie’s heart ached as Steve’s words sunk in. They wouldn’t care. Eddie broke the silence, “What’s their names?”

“What?”

“What’s their names?” Eddie repeated. “Your old man and woman. Sperm and egg donors. Their names?”

“Richard and Sharon,” Steve supplied.

Eddie hopped onto his feet, shuffling the MRE to one hand and cupped the other around his mouth as he shouted to the edge of town: “FUCK YOU RICHARD AND SHARON!”

“Eddie!”

“C’mon!” Eddie begged, reaching down and gently tugging on Steve’s arm. “You can’t tell me that you never wanted to do that!”

Steve let out a laugh, allowing himself to be pulled up and into Eddie’s side. “Eddie, this is so stupid.”

“It’s therapeutic,” Eddie said, wrapping his free arm around Steve’s waist. “C’mon. Try it!”

“FUCK YOU RICHARD HARRINGTON!” Steve screamed.

“FUCK YOU DICK!” Eddie yelled.

“YOU’RE A FUCKING BITCH, SHARON!”

“BURN IN HELL, RICKY!”

“Ricky?” Steve asked, turning to face Eddie.

“My dad,” Eddie said. “He’s a real piece of shit.”

“EAT SHIT, RICKY!”

Eddie let out a deep laugh. “Felt good, didn’t it?”

“Yeah,” Steve breathed. He brought his hand up to cup Eddie’s face, his thumb gently rubbing over the scarring on his cheek. “It really did.”

Every nerve in Eddie’s body begged him to lean forward to kiss Steve. He wanted to. He needed to.

(Read more on Ao3 mind the tags)

[windvexer]

Hagging Out: November and the Cessation of Candles

I became aware of Hagging Out last year when I was a mere child of 29. Although I've qualified for some months I've always been too shy to join. I'm glad I finally did.

The theme of this month is veneration. I had very little time to plan and didn't have any good ideas. I was stuck on trying to develop a tradition I could use year after year. Then I realized that my best course of action is just to get around to a lot of small things that I've been intending to do to venerate the important spirits in my life.

The most important of these things is quitting candles.

So, while at the grocery store yesterday morning I picked up a nice steak and got down to business.

This past year my practice has been localized around these two beautiful boxes of metal:

When it regularly gets past 110F/43C for days at a time in the summer - and you can only imagine the heat inside of a metal box - candles get funky. Jar candles escape their containers by migrating upwards like sea cucumbers. Taper and chime candles melt into rat kings.

I've had candles vent wax like volcanoes, glass containers explode, ants eating paraffin wax (why?!), the works. I realized a couple weeks ago that candles just weren't working out for me. But, fire and flame remains and important part of my practice. A couple of weeks ago I went to the store and picked up a couple of oil lamps, one specifically for the purpose of being dedicated to my spiritual family.

At around three in the afternoon I put veneration on my mind and started cleaning and organizing my altars.

I added a few talismans to my devotional necklace which were long overdue - this necklace is an important part of taking my faith with me throughout my day:

During my tending I went to visit the Rosemary bushes. I consider Rosemary to be an important spirit in my path and recently our relationship moved to a deeper place. While tending to the bushes, each one of them broke off a branch.

I knew immediately and without question that they were to become Creatures, each one to its own purpose.

When the preparations were finished, I cooked a lovely ribeye steak dinner and took it out to the trailer.

I called the spirits that I love and adore and spoke to them plainly about how much they mean to me and how deeply I value them in my life. I spoke about the oil lamp, dedicated it to all of them, and lit it.

I invited my spirits to taste the food through me and take its nourishment from me, and ate with them. Then, as intuition advised, I spent quite some time transforming the Rosemary branches into Creatures. I ended up blooding them - it's been a long time since I've blooded anything.

I don't know if my work with Rosemary was particularly on-theme for veneration, but it's been something I know Rosemary has wanted me to do for a long time. I am regardless thankful for the time I got to spend with my spirits and the chance to dedicate the lamp to them.

I got done just about when night set in. All in all, it was a good hagging out. I'm glad I joined in.

[asknarashikari]

What is your experience with meat? (EX: Your knowledge on the kinds of meat, what meat do you enjoy eating, etc)

I probably like meat too much for my own good XD Especially steak. I really, really like steak. Ribeye is probably my favorite.

Honestly, I don't think I would know what to look for when buying meat. I guess I have to learn how to look at it from that perspective. Like, I know what marbling is and that wagyu beef is expensive af but other than that... not much else lol

As for how I like my meat... like I said, I like my steak. And I strive to be able to perfect my steak. My parents like cooking theirs with fresh herbs and fancy seasonings, my sister butter-bastes hers... I just season mine with salt and pepper and try to get as close to medium rare as I can manage. Usually I overshoot it and it ends up closer to medium or well done, but I think I'm getting better at it.

Otherwise... I also like Korean bbq a lot. In that case I usually cook my meat plain then just go ham with my sauce- though I am partial to garlic.

And the best meat dish I've had by a mile is the Kobe steak I shared with my sister and a cousin in Osaka about a year ago.

[ordinaryxxgirl]

@haemoxin​ asked:  Lili crept up from behind Sarah, hugging her from behind and cupping her tits grinding her cock against Sarah's ass. "Naked apron again~? Are you really trying to cook dinner or are you just trying to seduce me?"

  “Goodness...Hello to you too, sweetheart. I was genuinely cooking dinner, but...If the way I’m cooking right now makes you so excited, then...After we eat, how do you feel about letting me sit you in my lap and taking care of that thing you have against my rear?”

  There’s a slight groan as the older woman felt Lili cup her breasts, her rear gently pressing up against the other’s grinding shaft as she diligently kept cooking. She hadn’t denied that she’d been planning to get this kind of reaction, but she was also doing her best to keep some illusion of control as she marinated a nice slab of ribeye steak in her favorite red wine. As much as she wanted to entertain her darling, eating was equally as important...

  Besides, she was off for the day from running the café, anyway. It was fine to tease Lili like this in her own special way, wasn’t it? She was such a good girl, after all...She could certainly wait a bit longer to have a treat of being pampered, couldn’t she?

[offnotesnotes]

Juicy and flavorful ribeye steaks marinated to perfection and grilled for a mouthwatering dining experience.

Ingredients: 4 ribeye steaks. 1/2 cup soy sauce. 1/4 cup olive oil. 2 tablespoons Worcestershire sauce. 2 tablespoons Dijon mustard. 4 cloves garlic, minced. 1 teaspoon black pepper. 1 teaspoon smoked paprika. 1 teaspoon dried thyme. 1/2 teaspoon cayenne pepper. Salt to taste.

Instructions: Add black pepper, cayenne pepper, minced garlic, Worcestershire sauce, Dijon mustard, soy sauce, and olive oil to a bowl. Use a whisk to mix the ingredients together. Put the ribeye steaks in a plastic bag that can be closed again and again, and pour the marinade over them. Put the bag in the fridge for at least two hours, or overnight for the best results. Warm up the grill over medium-high heat. Take the ribeyes out of the marinade and let the extra run off. Add salt to your liking. For medium-rare, grill the steaks for about 4 to 5 minutes per side. You can change the time depending on how done you want them. After taking the ribeyes off the grill, let them rest for a few minutes. Cut it across the grain and serve it hot. Enjoy your tasty grilled ribeyes that have been marinated.

Prep Time: 15 minutes

Cook Time: 10 minutes

Tyson

[informationtechnologyservice]

Finding the Best: Chicken, Steakhouses, and Wings Near You

When it comes to dining out, finding the best options for specific cravings can make all the difference. Whether you're searching for the best chicken, the best restaurants near you, the best steakhouse, or the best wings near you, knowing where to look can elevate your dining experience. This article explores how to identify top choices in each of these categories, ensuring that every meal is a memorable one.

For many, finding the Best chicken involves more than just taste—it’s about texture, seasoning, and cooking technique. The best chicken is often characterized by its crisp, golden exterior and juicy, flavorful interior. Whether you're in the mood for fried chicken, roasted chicken, or grilled chicken, the best establishments will offer a menu that highlights their mastery of this classic dish. Look for restaurants that use high-quality ingredients, have a reputation for great flavor, and offer a variety of chicken dishes to satisfy different preferences.

When searching for the Best restaurants near me, it's important to consider a range of factors such as menu diversity, ambiance, and customer reviews. The best restaurants are typically those that not only serve exceptional food but also provide a great dining experience. Online reviews and ratings can offer valuable insights into the quality of food and service, helping you find places that consistently deliver outstanding meals. Additionally, local food guides and recommendations from friends or family can lead you to hidden gems that might not be widely known but offer an exceptional dining experience.

The Best Steakhouse is a coveted destination for steak lovers. A top-notch steakhouse will excel in serving perfectly cooked, flavorful cuts of meat, such as ribeye, filet mignon, and T-bone. Key attributes of the best steakhouses include expert butchery, a focus on quality cuts of meat, and a cooking method that enhances the natural flavors of the steak. Additionally, a great steakhouse will provide a welcoming atmosphere, attentive service, and a well-curated selection of sides and sauces to complement the main course. For the ultimate steak experience, look for establishments known for their commitment to quality and a refined dining environment.

Finding the Best wings near me involves seeking out places that offer wings with the perfect balance of flavor and texture. The best wings are typically crispy on the outside while remaining tender and juicy on the inside. Whether you prefer classic buffalo, tangy barbecue, or a unique flavor combination, the best wings are crafted with a careful blend of seasonings and sauces. Additionally, great wings are often served with a variety of dipping sauces and sides, allowing for a customizable eating experience. Check out local recommendations, online reviews, and wing-specific eateries to discover where you can find the best wings in your area.

In summary, discovering the best chicken, restaurants near you, steakhouses, and wings involves considering factors such as quality of ingredients, cooking techniques, customer feedback, and overall dining experience. By focusing on these elements, you can enjoy meals that not only satisfy your cravings but also provide a memorable culinary experience. Whether you're indulging in perfectly crispy chicken, savoring a prime steak, or enjoying flavorful wings, knowing where to find the best options can make your dining adventures truly enjoyable.

[dinedigest]

The Secret to Perfect Slices at Steak Restaurants in Suffolk VA

When dining at steak restaurants Suffolk VA, the difference between a good steak and an extraordinary one often comes down to how it's cut. Proper slicing enhances the steak's tenderness and flavor, ensuring a memorable dining experience.

The most important rule is to cut the steak against the grain. The grain refers to the direction in which the muscle fibers run through the meat. By slicing perpendicular to these fibers, you shorten them, making the steak much easier to chew and significantly more tender.

It's also crucial to use a sharp knife for cutting. A dull knife can tear the meat, leading to uneven slices and a less enjoyable texture. After cooking, allowing the steak to rest for a few minutes is key to retaining its juices, ensuring that each slice is as flavorful as possible.

Whether you're enjoying a ribeye, filet mignon, or New York strip, these cutting techniques are essential for bringing out the best in your steak at steak restaurants in Suffolk VA, providing a meal that is both delicious and beautifully presented.

[septimore]

I worked for a national alliance sit down restaurant chain as a cook and we had this guy come in once or twice a week for dinner. He always wanted a 12 oz ribeye medium rare, 2 shrimp parmesan cheese toppers on it with extra shredded parmesean, and 2 orders of steamed broccoli with shredded cheese on it. But he really wanted it somewhere between rare and medium rare. All these little things I learned over time from the servers when I'd ask what he thought and if I found a great looking marbled steak on the day he came in I would save it and grab other ones so he could have the best in the bunch

It got to a oint where when his order came in if I was doing dishes or prepping food I would switch out with the broil cook so I could make his steak

I lived making his order. He had great taste but wouldn't ask for it to be done so specific because he didn't want to be that guy so I made sure he got it exactly how he wanted it

thats one of the few things I miss about working there was his order

I met him once when he came in and sat at the bar when I was training to bartend and I heard the order and came over to introduce myself and tell him how much I liked his order, then I took a break on training and went back to the kitchen to make his 1 steak then came back

Btw this went on for like 2 years

Starving to death this morning because ive been to the new local cafe twice this week already and if i go a third time ill look desperate.

[umichenginabroad]

Week 6: Steak in Buenos Aires

Hello everyone, as I approach the end of the study abroad program, I will discuss one of the best parts of Argentina: Steak! In Argentina, a good quality steak is very affordable. Parrilla is the name of the grill that Argentinians use to grill their meat, and it can be thought about as the Argentinian version of a "steakhouse". So, at a parrilla, you will find great Argentinian Steak. Stay tuned for the best parrilla recommendation.

When you look online for the best parrillas, you will be overwhelmed with the abundance of options. To get more honest opinions, the best place to look is reddit. Especially if you can look on Spanish reddit, you will be getting the locals advice, which is usually the best.

We went to around 7 parrillas throughout the 6 weeks here, and our favorite one was Parrilla Pena. This one was recommended by Fede from CEA CAPA. He explained to us that Parrilla Pena is the type of parrilla where the locals goes to, not as fancy and expensive, but still very good quality meat.

1 serving of the ojo de bife (ribeye), the cut of steak we got on the left. Parrilla, the grill used to cook the steak on the right.

My friend and I ordered the ojo de bife for 2, which came with french fries, for 26,000 Argentinian Pesos, so for around $12 a person, we were able to get a huge cut of meat with a bunch of fries, so we were extremely full and satisfied about the price. We have tried other parrillas which were more expensive than here, but I personally thought that Parrilla Pena's steak was just as good, if not better than the other parilla's steaks. When you go to Argentinian, make sure you ask a local where their favorite Parrilla is, that would probably beat the place you find online.

Moving on, this week I also went to Palacio Barolo, an historical office building built by an Italian architect in Buenos Aires. What draws many people here along with the stunning architecture is the views of Buenos Aires you get at the very top of Palacio Barolo. To get to the very top, you need to book a tour or else they will not let you in. The tour was only around $18 USD, and the guide gave both Spanish and English tours which was very nice, so it is very worth it. The tour itself was very interesting, as Palacio Barolo represents Hell, Purgatory, and Heaven. I won't spoil too much for you, so you can go find out more when you go there. Once the tour led us to the top around 45 minutes into the tour, the views were astonishing.

View of a portion of Buenos Aires from the top of Palacio Barolo (left). The sun setting over the city of Buenos Aires (Right).

The lookout into the city reminded me just how big of a city Buenos Aires is. In whatever direction you look to from the lookout, there are endless buildings, and the architecture of each building is unique, which made the view more intriguing. A tip I have is to book the tour at the time of sunset, to get the breathtaking view of the sunset while you are up at the lookout. The sunset was at 5:54 PM on the day of the tour, so I booked the 5PM tour, and I caught sunset perfectly.

I thought this was a great end to my program in Buenos Aires. I have been commuting and exploring the city for 6 weeks now, and to finally have the view from the top, and noticing all the buildings I had visited, and being able to locate each area of the city was very fun and fulfilling.

See you all on my reflection post next week!

Taiki Kobayashi

Computer Science and Engineering

Engineering in Buenos Aires/ Buenos Aires, Argentina

[trickinabucket]

Eddie forgot to get our roast when we did our walmart order. I can go get a rump roast across the street, which is apparently best when cooked low and slow. It’s also apparently very flavorful. From what I read, can be as tasty as ribeye steaks. Literally my favorite cut.

I wanna go get one, i just gotta get out of bed lol. Ed has been really enjoying the roasts Ive been making (which is why we’ve been having them so much lately.)

It makes me happy that they’re enjoying something I’m cooking. I forgot how much I loved cooking for the people I love.

[jayaramfan]

Beef: Beyond the Plate — A Culinary Exploration

Beef, a culinary cornerstone celebrated worldwide for its versatility and rich flavors, takes center stage in our exploration of this timeless ingredient. Join us on a journey through the various facets of beef, from its origins to its presence on your plate.

1. The Origins of Beef: A Brief History: Delve into the historical roots of beef consumption, tracing its journey from ancient times to the present day. Explore how cultural practices, trade routes, and advancements in farming have shaped the beef industry into what it is today.

2. A Symphony of Cuts: Understanding the Anatomy of Beef: Unravel the mysteries of beef cuts and understand the anatomy of this remarkable meat. From primal cuts like brisket and chuck to the more refined cuts like ribeye and sirloin, each offers a unique flavor profile and texture. Learn how different cooking methods bring out the best in each cut.

3. Cooking Techniques: From Grilling to Braising: Beef's versatility shines through in various cooking techniques. Discover the art of grilling, roasting, braising, and more as we explore the optimal ways to prepare different cuts. Tips and tricks from seasoned chefs will empower you to master the art of cooking beef to perfection.

4. Beef Around the World: A Global Culinary Adventure: Take your taste buds on a journey around the globe as we explore how different cultures embrace beef in their culinary traditions. From Argentinean barbecue to Japanese Wagyu, each region has its unique approach to preparing and savoring this beloved meat.

5. Health Benefits of Beef: Nutrient-Rich Goodness: Explore the nutritional benefits of incorporating beef into your diet. Packed with essential nutrients like protein, iron, and B vitamins, beef can be part of a balanced and nutritious meal. Learn how to make mindful choices when selecting and preparing beef for a health-conscious lifestyle.

6. Sustainability in the Beef Industry: Addressing the environmental impact of the beef industry is crucial. Explore sustainable practices within the beef industry, such as grass-fed and responsibly sourced options. Learn about initiatives that promote ethical farming, animal welfare, and reduced environmental footprint.

Conclusion: Beef, a culinary masterpiece with a rich history and global presence, invites us to explore its diverse world. From the tender embrace of a slow-cooked pot roast to the sizzle of a perfectly grilled steak, beef transcends cultural boundaries, bringing people together around the table. Embrace the possibilities of this timeless ingredient, and let the journey of beef continue to unfold on your plate.

[mustaphajalloh]

How to Cook Steak Perfectly Every Time | Anywhere

How to Cook Steak Perfectly Every Time | Anywhere https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ea6Q2SxeKLU "How to cook a perfect steak" "Steak cooking techniques" "Grilling steak tips" "Pan-seared steak recipe", "Sous vide steak tutorial", "Best seasoning for steak", "Steak temperature quide" "Reverse sear steak method" "Marinade for steak" "Tenderizing steak techniques" Key insights • The anticipation of revealing the name of the dish at the end creates curiosity and engagement among viewers. • Adding a whole stick of butter to the ribeye steak can make it incredibly flavorful and delicious. "Adding wine to the dish is recommended, but if you don't have it, you can still make it without and adjust the salt and butter accordingly." Grating organic lemon peels adds a fresh and unique flavor to the beef picada dish. The end result of a perfectly seared ribeye steak is a thing of beauty. The perfectly cooked ribeye steak is so tender and delicious, it pulls apart effortlessly. Ingredients - steak 🥩 - lemon 🍋 - parsley 🌿 - salt 🧂 - butter 🧈 - garlic 🧄 Follow me : https://ift.tt/6c3WpXz https://ift.tt/md0rOKD Subscribe To My Channel For More Videos: https:// www.youtube.com/ @mustaphaialloh40 Other Videos You Might Be Interested In Watching: • First-Time Ferrari And Lamborghini Experience - Full Speed On Italian Track | Mustapha Jalloh https:// www.youtube.com/ watch? v=GhF7049iUlk * Diving Adventure In Italy - Discovering Statue And Boat In Peschiera Del Garda I Mustapha Jalloh https:// www.youtube.com/ watch? v=bdGBHv5g8tc Conquering Fears: Unforgettable Skydiving Experience In Verona, Italy I Mustapha Jalloh https:// www.youtube.com/ watch? vedk_yp×W75sU * Exploring Desenzano Del Garda - Unforgettable Italy Travel Vlog | Mustapha Jalloh https:// www.youtube.com/ watch? v=1YZWV8Wyv40 About Mustapha Jalloh: Welcome to the official YouTube channel of Mustapha Jalloh, your one-stop destination for entertainment. Dive into a world of fun, laughter, and inspiration as we bring you a diverse array of content. Don't forget to subscribe and join us on this thrilling journey of entertainment. For Collaboration and Business inquiries, please use the contact information below: Email: p.jallohtic88@gmail.com Disclaimer: We do not accept any liability for any loss or damage which is incurred from you acting or not acting as a result of reading any of our publications. You acknowledge that you use the information we provide at your own risk. Do your own research. Copyright Disclaimer: Under Section 107 of the Copyright Act 1976, allowance is made for "fair use" for purposes such as criticism, comment news reporting, teaching, scholarship and research. Fair use is a use permitted by copyright statute that might otherwise be infringing. Non-profit, educational or personal use tips the balance in favor of fair use © Mustapha Jalloh via Mustapha Jalloh https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCjU53VEHbrG4ymmr15BhCUQ November 23, 2023 at 04:15AM