#How many Ounces in 1/3 Cup?

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KW are how many ounces 1/3 cup how many ounces in a 1 3 cup There are approximately 5.33 ounces in a 1/3 cup. The exact conversion will depend on the type of ingredient being measured, as the volume of different ingredients can vary. For example, a 1/3 cup of flour will weigh less than a 1/3 cup of sugar or a 1/3 cup of water. To convert 1/3 cup to ounces, you can use a conversion chart or calculator. You can also measure the ingredient using a kitchen scale. Simply place the measuring cup on the scale and add enough of the ingredient until the desired weight is reached. This method will give you the most accurate measurement.

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[fitgirlfemdom]

✧∘* ✧･ﾟgainer shake recipes✧∘* ✧･ﾟ

i think i've officially gone off the deep end. i was looking up protein shake recipes on Pinterest (mainly looking up how to flavor them without adding a lot of extra calories) and i saw SO MANY mass gainer shake recipes. like 1000-2000 calorie monstrosities, filled with peanut butter, whey protein, BACON, heavy cream, etc. and all i could think of was how hot it'd be to make one of those crazy shakes for a gymbro/gainer bf

honestly, i'm not really into sneaking heavy calories into someone's food (i.e. putting oil in their coffee or heavy cream in their drinks), so a guy letting me go buck-wild in the kitchen and then watching him drink the whole thing consensually would be mmmmmm. just shows how much of a glutton he is :0

anyway, here's some recipes i've gathered from my travels. i hope you enjoy!

PBB Shake (Peanut Butter Bacon)

-Whole Milk (293 cal) or Heavy Cream (1645 cal), 16 ounces -Peanut Butter (282 cal), 3 tablespoons -Cooked Bacon (92 cal), 2 strips -Peanut Butter Mass Gainer Powder (630 cal), 1 scoop (I recommend this brand but any high cal powder is fine!

Directions: Blend as much as possible to break up cooked bacon! Stats: 1297 cal for Whole Milk / 2649 cal for Heavy Cream

Chocolate Malt Shake

-Whole Milk (219 cal), 12 ounces -Heavy Cream (205 cal), 2 ounces -Hershey's Whoppers (100 cal), 10 pieces -Melted Dark Chocolate (170 cal), 1 ounce -Chocolate Mass Gainer Powder (1280 cal), 2 scoops (I recommend this bad boy)

Stats: 1974 cal (can be adjusted with Heavy Cream)

Strawberry Cheesecake Shake -Strawberries (49 cal), 1 cup -Heavy Cream (821 cal), 1 cup -Vanilla Ice Cream (548 cal), 2 cups -Vanilla Mass Gainer Powder (1280 cal), 2 scoops (I recommend this guy right here)

Stats: 2698 cal (can be thinned with more Whole Milk)

lmk what you think, and if i should think up some more. i love feeding my pigs! <3

[casper-spills]

♡ 𝓥𝓪𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓮'𝓼 𝓢𝓹𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓪𝓵: 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓼𝓽 𝓭𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷 ♡

♡ ᴘɪʟᴇ 1 ~ ᴘɪʟᴇ 2 ~ ᴘɪʟᴇ 3 ♡

Happy Valentine's Day! ♡

I hope everyone's doing well! ♡ It's been a while since I've done one of these and I've been really excited to do this one! This time, I'm writing these almost like a story of what's going to happen but I will warn you, I am not the most amazing story teller in the world haha but I hope everybody enjoys the reading they got and remember to only take what resonates ♡

All feedback is appreciated!

Sincerely,

Cassy the friendly ghost ♡

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♡ ᴘɪʟᴇ 1 ♡

Cards: Five of Swords, The Sun, Knight of Wands, The Hierophant (reversed), The Hanged Man, The Moon, Five of Cups (reversed), Four of Cups, Six of Coins, The World (reversed), The Devil, The Fool (reversed), Ace of Swords (reversed)

Some of you might be a part of the LGBT community and for those of you who aren't, it might be that you are not very traditional and don't play into the roles that society would have placed you in.

It is a warm and sunny day by a lake or some kind of body of water but I get the feeling that maybe this is someplace you are not supposed to be, like a private or closed off area. Maybe this could be a closed off pool area in an old building. You find your way in and I see your date being reluctant to go but they follow you anyway. They're becoming increasingly more anxious about being here but you reassure them that nobody comes here and reveal the suprise, a game! This might be some kind of arcade game or ping pong table that has been left on the property and, soon enough, they give in (since they're a sucker for games.)

Now this is interesting. You actually aren't sure if this person feels the same way about you and this is you shooting your shot. Again, I get the feeling that the majority of you might be LGBTQ+ and you're really taking the leap of faith on this. Good for you!

You both having lots of fun, your date managed to score a point and you cheer together! (So cute). There's a moment of silence and there's intent behind their gaze, and you think to yourself, 'its now or never'. So you pour every ounce of faith into this chance and swiftly kiss them, waiting for their response. To your relief, they return the kiss, and it is passionate and warm and perfect ♡

Messages from them to you: 'You're so beautiful and I don't know how to tell you' 'I hope it is what i think it is' 'I really hope you're sure about this and about me' 'I'm sure that it's you that I want' 'Please make the first move'

♡ ᴘɪʟᴇ 2 ♡

Cards: Eight of Cups, Page of Coins (horizontal), King of Cups, The Devil (horizontal), The Lovers, Three of Coins, The Tower (horizontal), Page of Cups (horizontal), The Hanged Man (horizontal)

This is somewhere quiet, somewhere where people might come to learn like a library accept there isn't many people here. I could be that you're a student and I'm getting major breakfast club vibes. I feel like you and your person are in detention together or perhaps it feels like you're getting punished with the work you have to do. (I know this isn't the most romantic date in the world but stay with me.)

I'm getting the feeling that you are paired with this person for a project. Even though you really want to focus and not fall behind, they seem to be distracting you and weighing on your mind. You like them because how can you not? They're gorgeous! But they're annoying the heck out of you, 'plus, they're super weird', you think to yourself.

You eventually decide that this is getting too much and get up from your seat to start looking in one of the isles for a book. You feel your face turning redder and redder the more they try to get your attention. Once they realise that they aren't getting anywhere, they begin to actually talk to you about the work and ask to see the book you have taken off the shelf. Suddenly, they don't seem as ignorant as you thought, and they're pretty smart when they actually want to be. You wonder if maybe this person just wants to connect so you give in and entertain them a little.

You very quickly regret your decision when they boldly ask you if you're blushing because you like them. Not saying anything, you look away, poorly hiding the fact that you're clearly red in the face. Under your breath you ask them, 'please, stop messing with me' because you're starting to feel like you could cry if this keeps up. There's a moment where they don't say anything and the silence becomes defening. All you can hear right now is the beating of your heart and you can't help but feel like their gaze is becoming too intense for you.

Unexpectedly, the awkwardness is broken by a kiss on the cheek. You're thinking, 'what the heck? Are they trying to give me emotional whiplash?' But before you can say anything they apologise to you. 'I'll stop messing with you and we can get back to doing the project.' They seem sincere and a little different to how they were a second ago. So you shake it off and agree to continue the project, though it's really difficult to focus properly.

Messages from them to you: 'If I don't do anything now, then you'll never consider me' 'I like how intelligent you are' 'I want to get to know you more' 'I need to know what you think of me' 'I want to get closer to you'

♡ ᴘɪʟᴇ 3 ♡

Cards: Four of Swords (reversed), The Star (reversed), Three of Swords (reversed), Seven of Wands (reversed), Nine of Wands (horizontal), Queen of Coins (reversed), Eight of Swords (reversed)

You're at their house, in their bedroom and I have the feeling that maybe you've known this person for a while now. It's not anything too crazy, just laying down, listening to music and watching the star projector spin. This is perfect because you've been having a really tough week and you really need to just relax. Things might have been tough at work or home and you really need someone to vent to.

So they have set up a comfortable space for you, brought snacks and drinks, and offered to listen for as long as you wanted. This isn't really intened to be a date and honestly, it isn't much of one either, but it's intimiate and it feels different from all the other times that you've hung out with them. They're normally more energetic and chaotic when you hang out with them but today they're really trying to be more considerate and more sensitive. You really appreciate that from them. You're not sure that you want to progress this feeling yet, so your boundaries are clear and all you want right now is a friend. But that doesn't mean things won't change.

Messages from them to you: 'I admire you' 'You're so beautiful' 'You've seen so much' 'Everything is going to be okay' 'You can stay here as long as you want'

♥Thank you for your support! Happy Valentine's Day♥

Special thanks to: @kittywatching @livelythoughts @visualbutterflysworld @honeytarotmind @jeff-satur-is-my-baby-girl @miraclekay97 @artscapismsworld @julyourwitch @notakitsune @mercurialstime @soledad-montoya @depressedcap @bibislutmarvel @coconuttreesstuff

[onekindredspirit]

*How to Make Alice's Dessert*

"Who was Alice?" I asked my mother. She didn't know. "She was probably one of my mother's friends." she'd said, just to fill the space. Like so many childhood questions, answers only come when you are older. Pre-heat your oven to 180 Celsius or 350 Fahrenheit. Mix 2 tablespoons of butter with 2 tablespoons of sugar. Add 1/2 cup of flour and 1 1/2 teaspoons of baking powder. Add 1 cup fine coconut and 3/8 cup of milk. Blend ingredients. "Mother" was how my mother mostly referred to her own. She had a way of saying it that emptied all meaning from the word. "Mother" did not contain one ounce of mother, not even a drop of mothering. Place the batter in a 20cm (8 inch) Pyrex bowl. Pour over the top, while still hot, 1 1/4 cups brown sugar dissolved in 1 cup boiling water. Place in oven. "Mother" or Effie gave wet kisses and awkward hugs, and was seemingly unable to breach the titanium of her own containment vessel. The one day that she did, she managed to dispatch her wedding rings down the waste disposal and was later found on the front lawn, drunk and decrying the infidelities of her husband, my grandfather. Lack of loving gets passed down through the generations, they say. I like to think Alice was actually Saint Alice. Leprous, blind and nearly paralyzed, cooking up the miracle of Alice's Dessert for the Cistercian nuns of La Cambre Abbey, by feel and with love. I'd rather two servings of Alice's Dessert, prepared and plated by a leprous Cistercian lay sister destined for sainthood, any day, over a childhood without love. When the top of your batter begins to brown place tinfoil loosely over the bowl to stop it becoming too dark, and to slow the evaporation of the sauce. By 30 to 40 minutes your batter should be light, fluffy and coconutty, floating on a cauldron of sweetness. Take a knife and pierce it through its heart. If it comes out clean you're almost there. Now it's time for love. One Kindred Spirit

[collapsedglasshouses]

Consequences || Noah Sebastian x Reader [Part 5]

PART 1 - PART 2 - PART 3 - PART 4

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Reader

Summary: Figuring out when and how to tell Nick about Y/N's and Noah’s relationship wasn’t as easy as originally thought.

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, mentions of alcohol consumption/drinking, mentions of throwing up, NSFW, SMUT, fingering, handjob, unprotected sex (p in v) (don’t do that kids!), swearing, angsty, fluffy, smutty, EVERYTHING, PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF I FORGOT SOMETHING

Taglist: @jakekiszkasguitarpick @blackveilomens @kingdomof-omens @a1ex-ba1ex

A/N: Hello cuties! As heartbreaking as it is, this is the final part of the Consequences Series. I’m actually kinda proud of myself since this was my first published work in English! At the end I also wrote a little text so imma just say this here: I'm not ready to say goodbye to this fic but I hope I found a good finish to it. Enjoy and let me know if you liked it 🫶🏻

The first time you and Noah almost told Nick was New Year’s Eve…

"We need to go outside again." You mumbled while Noah was peppering kisses on your neck and he hummed in agreement. It was New Year Eve and therefore another two weeks had past that were filled with sneaky touches and kisses from you or Noah.

You hadn't found the time to tell your brother about your little affair that bloomed into a full-blown relationship. Much to the dismiss of Jolly, who was the only one knowing about this whole thing. He even made it very clear that you two owed him something since he didn't even come to the hotel room that night. He decided to play black out drunk and ended up in the middle of the king size bed your brother and Folio shared.

You felt Noah’s hands sneak under your shirt, while he pressed himself against you. You felt how hard he was, but you also knew that it was about ten minutes before midnight and you couldn’t just spend them fucking your boyfriend in the bathroom, while all your friends were celebrating downstairs, not even knowing you were dating.

“We really need to go outside again, Noah.” You almost moaned out. It was pointless anyway to pretend that you had even an ounce of control when it came to him. Everyday for the last two weeks was filled with the two of you having sex in every little corner of your apartment. Much to the dismiss of your upstairs neighbors, but they had owed you something for the past two years of them shouting at each other non-stop at every possible time of day.

“Just two more minutes.” He groaned in your ear and his hand nearly had slipped through the waistband of your shorts, but you quickly turned around to face him before it was too late. “If we don’t go now, we miss New Year.” – “Y/N, we have 365 days left of 2023, I think it’s not possible for us to miss the new year except we die in the next ten minutes.” He stated making you roll your eyes, before you stood on tiptoes and kissed his nose.

"Give me a second." He than exclaimed, eyeing down to his pants where his boner still clearly made an appearance. You giggle quietly, before giving him some space.

When he was ready, you grabbed his hand and made your way outside with him, making sure to let go of his hand right in time before anyone could notice. While the others were busy chatting, Jolly shot you two a knowing gaze before you grabbed your drink that you left in Jolly’s hand and turned your attention to the group in front of you. Noah stood close next to you due to the temperatures.

You couldn’t believe the year was already coming to an end. Everything was so fucking different from last years New Years Eve, but you wouldn’t have changed a thing. You were here with your closest friends and your boyfriend, who also happened to be your best friend in the whole world.

"Next year is going to be so awesome. So many tour dates and we can finally work on album number 4." Folio rambled happily before taking a sip out of his cup. You on the other hand began to think. You were so happy with Noah but you needed to realise that you weren't going to have that much time together all the time. While you had the luck of working from home most of the time, Noah's job was to tour the world. You had been on a couple of stops with them while they toured and you totally got why they loved it so much. You loved seeing them perform. You loved the energy. It warmed your heart to know they finally could do what they loved all the time.

As if Nick had heard your thoughts, he sighed. "Maybe you should come with us for the next tour, Y/N" - "What?" - "You heard me right. You always join us for a couple of days and you love it. Maybe you can organize it with work that they don't need you in the office for a couple of weeks."

First your eyes met Noah's with surprise who showed you a warm smile, than your gaze wandered to Folio who looked at you awaiting an answer, so did Jolly. When you looked back at your brother's eyes he also smiled widely at you. "I-... I'd love to. I'll see what I can do."

With that Folio gave you such a big hug, he even lifted you off the ground, making you scream. When he finally let you down again, you tried to fix your clothes that were now a lot more wrinkly than they already were from your's and Noah's activities in the bathroom before.

"Next year is going to be even better than this." Jolly exclaimed, making you chuckle a little. "What?" - "I don't know, that sounded like a white woman's Instagram caption." You answered your friend, making the others laugh while Jolly looked at you offended. "Leave me and my white woman's captions alone, Y/N."

"Okay, stop the fighting. One minute to go." Jesse than interrupted your little argument and joined together with the others attending your small party.

You made sure to stand between your brother and Noah, who not so secretly grabbed your hand while the countdown started.

10...

9...

8...

7...

6...

5...

4...

You felt a squeeze on your hand and looked at Noah. He gave you the sweetest smile ever.

3...

2...

Was he really going to-...

1...

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Your heart raced when Noah bent down a little and than...

...placed a long and sweet kiss on your cheek before hugging you tightly. You automatically wrapped your arms around his neck and returned his hug even more tightly.

"Happy New Year, Y/N" - "Happy New Year and to many more, Noah."

With that you let go of each other but before you went on to hug the others, you smiled at each other knowingly.

This year was definitely going to be great...

The next morning didn't start as great for you as you thought though. You woke up with the biggest headache you ever had and felt like you needed to throw up any minute. The light from outside burned in your eyes and when you realised you weren't laying in the guest bedroom, you shot up and almost instantly regretted it, immediately feeling even more nauseous.

You quickly scanned the room, realizing you were on the living room couch. You almost let out a scream when you felt someone next to you shift. It was Noah. Why did you sleep on the couch with him?

"Good Morning, love." He mumbled next to you, brushed your hair out of your face and than instantly noticed your confused look. "Why did we sleep here?"

"You got so drunk, you lay down here and instantly fell asleep." He answered. "And why are you here?" - "You don't remember?" - "Remember what?"

"Jolly and I did our utter best keeping you from telling Nick that we are together for about 1000 times. In the end you didn’t let me go and insisted on me staying with you right before you fell dead asleep." Noah answered you, while your mouth fell open.

"He is right, you were really talkative last night." Jolly suddenly said from the other side of the room, causing you to scream out in fear and instantly regretting it.

Quickly you stood up and made your way to the bathroom and puked. When you felt a little better, you got up and rinsed your mouth before looking in the mirror. You realised someone had taken your make up off.

"Your welcome." Noah said, standing in the door frame, making you jump a little. "Could you all please stop scaring me."

"Sorry." He mouthed before stepping behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. She sighed, instantly relaxing, when his head fell onto your shoulder.

"Should I make you a cup of tea or something?" Noah asked and you looked him in the eyes through the mirror. His voice was still raspy from sleep and it gave you instant goose bumps. When you were honest with yourself, you couldn't believe you pulled his ass. He was the most beautiful man you ever laid eyes on.

"If it doesn't bother you." - "You never bother me." With that he placed a kiss to your temple and headed of to the kitchen.

After you brushed your teeth, you followed him, finding that Jolly had also found himself at the kitchen counter.

"Are the others still sleeping?" You asked, sitting down next to Jolly. "I think so, it's only 9 AM and we were awake until 4:30..."

"What the hell did I do last night?" You than wanted to know, causing Noah and Jolly to shoot each other knowing glances.

You looked back and forth between them until Jolly finally started to talk. "You want me to start with the first one or the funniest one?" - "Just tell me."

"I think the best one was when you were about five shots in, you grabbed your brother by the collar and almost shouted into his ear how in love you are with Noah." Jolly laughed. "WHAT?" You looked at your boyfriend who nodded slightly while setting a cup of tea down in front of you. The memory slightly started to form in your head.

"You know what, Nick?" - "Yes, Y/N?" - "I'M MADLY IN LOVE WITH-..." Jolly instantly came to your rescue. "ALL OF US... uhm... She loves all of us, isn't that right, Y/N." - "Yeah, totally but I REALLY love-..." - "This tequila shot!" Jolly quickly shoved the shot into your hand and with that you forgot what you wanted to tell your brother and drank it.

"Oh my god, I want to die." You cried out in embarrassment and set your head down on the kitchen counter.

"Why that?" You heard your brother ask behind you. And the game began again...

"She is hungover." Noah quickly answered for you and than you felt a hand on your back. Your brother's.

"Maybe drink five tequila shots less next time." - "I'll consider it."

When you looked up again and grabbed your tea cup to drink from it, your eyes locked with Noah's, who was leaning against the wall across from you. You knew this couldn't go on like this forever but for now it needed to be.

The second time Nick almost found out was not even a month later...

The house was almost creepily empty when you arrived at Noah's place three hours ago. After work you decided to give the boys a visit, only texting Nick but you didn’t receive an answer before arriving, just to find out your boyfriend was the only one home.

But you certainly didn't complain that you had the house all to yourself. The two of you had decided to play some video games like you always did. So you found yourself laying between his legs, leaned against his chest.

You were surprised Noah even took the time to just play video games with you since he mutated into a workaholic with the band stuff going that well. He normally always had an excuse to work on something music related but since you got together you had a feeling he finally gave himself some deserved rest.

"Fuck this, I give up." He cursed out about ten minutes later after you died almost ten times in a row at the same point in the game. You gave him a confused side eye. "Are you really this offended by the game now?" - "I think you should watch your mouth, Y/N." He replied and softly shoved you away from him. "Or what, Noah?"

You turned around between his legs to look him in the eyes. His irises immediately darkened while you sneaked up to him and than straddled his lap. Still not changing his slightly angry face, he placed his hands on your hips. "Don't tease me, Y/N"

"I would never." You sweetly answered him before moving your hips once and than leaning down to pepper kisses on his neck. "I don't know how you got that idea."

You heard him breathe loudly when you slightly nibbled on his earlobe.

With that it took only about a minute before you two sat there only in your underwear.

Noah slowly kissed his way down your neck, finding your sweet spot and started sucking on it. You slightly moaned and than your hand quickly found it’s way in between you two. First you stroked him through his underwear a couple of times, causing him to bite down on your neck and bringing out a tone from you that made him buck up his hips.

"Fuck, Y/N. You drive me insane." He moans in your ear.

With that you slowly pulled down his underwear. He made sure to press his lips on yours again when you slowly let your hand slide up and down his cock. His heavy breaths against you face sent a wave of heat to your core and before you knew his hand also wandered between you and pulled your underwear to the side.

Skilfully he found your clit and started circling it.

"Fuck, Noah." You moaned into his mouth, feeling yourself getting even more wet.

When he bucked his hips up again, you knew this wasn’t enough anymore.

"I need you, Y/N." Noah than whispered against your lips. „Now."

With that you quickly repositioned yourself, letting his tip go through your folds a couple of times before slowly gliding down his cock. Causing the both of you to moan in pleasure.

You let yourself adjust for a couple of seconds while Noah placed soft kisses on your lips.

"You are so fucking beautiful." He muttered against your lips and before you slowly start to move, you brush his hair out of his face. "You're even more beautiful." The smile that spread on his face, gave you goose bumps.

When you slowly began to move, his hands instantly found your hips, giving you a bit of guidance while you tried to take in every second that's happening before you.

You still couldn’t believe this whole thing was actually happening. Every fiber of your body was screaming for him. You wanted nothing more than to belong to him.

So when his arms wrapped around you and made you lay flat on his chest while he started pumping up into you, you could help but exclaim your thoughts. "God, I love you so much."

When you felt your orgasm built up, you were more than pleasantly surprised when Noah spoke up again. "Fuck, Y/N. I'm so close." He moaned in your ear and sent shivers down your spine.

"I need you to cum for me, Noah." You whined in his ear and you almost found your highs when suddenly…

… There was a knock on the door.

That’s when Noah and you came at the same time while trying to tame each others moans with a kiss. You felt his cum spread inside of you.

Than there was a second knock. It shot you right back to reality. You two looked at each other mortified while quickly separating from each other.

"Give us a second." Noah exclaimed frustrated trying to shuffle into his clothes without falling to the ground, while you tried to do the same, with the little extra add on that you felt his cum slowly dripping out of you.

"Is everything okay?" You heard your brother's voice from the other side of the door while you searched for your shirt. You randomly grabbed the black one, laying next to the bed and threw it over your head before fixing your hair and positioning yourself on the edge of Noah's bed.

Noah in the meantime found it’s way to the door and opened it for your brother.

"How can we help you?" Noah asked Nick.

"I wanted to ask if you two want to-…" Nick stopped in his tracks when he saw you sitting on Noah‘s bed while probably having the most "I'm not guilty"-gaze on your face that you ever had, but Nick's eyes focused on your shirt.

"Why are you wearing Noah's shirt?" Your brother asked you and with that Noah's gaze also landed on you with widened eyes.

Quickly you looked down to see there was no doubt you were wearing Noah's shirt, since it was his iconic Cher t-shirt.

You swallowed hard before looking back at your brother and quickly defended yourself. "I spilled my drink over my shirt and Noah was so kind to borrow me his."

Nick looked between you and Noah a couple of times before clearing his throat. "I wanted to ask you if you wanted to watch a movie with us downstairs. Jolly is making popcorn right now so… We would start in five minutes."

With that he gave you two another concerned look before leaving Noah's room, causing you to relax again.

"Oh my fucking god." You whisper-shouted at him the second his door is closed again.

"I didn’t mean to… You know…" Noah mumbled.

"Cum inside of me while my brother was literally standing in front of your door?" You cried out, feeling how is cum had dripped onto his bed. "When I say it like this it sound so weird."

Noah nodded before sitting down next to you.

"Imma have to ask you something before we can go downstairs…" You began. "Helping you clean up? No problem, you can also borrow underwear from me, no one will notice it under your pants."

You gave him a thankful look, before grabbing his collar and kissing him again. After that you two cleaned up the mess you made before both standing in the middle of his room.

"Are you ready to be totally platonic friends again?" He asked while wrapping his arms around you and placing a kiss on the top of your head.

„You mean, we JUST PRETEND?" You giggled before stepping towards the door.

"I hate you, Y/N." - "No, you love me."

Noah smirked at you while rolling his eyes before following you downstairs…

The third time you didn’t tell Nick, it made things even worse…

"Tell me, Noah. Is this all a joke to you?" You asked Noah while he leaned on the kitchen counter.

You two had been out together when a fan approached you and asked for a picture. That wouldn’t have been a problem. They knew you since you spooked around almost every tour the boys played. The problem was how Noah openly flirted with the young lady.

You normally weren’t really jealous but somehow this just kicked the air out of your lungs.

"To me? Are you kidding me, Y/N? You are literally the one who is almost begging to keep our whole relationship a secret!" Noah answered you, crossing his arms in front of his body.

You would have lied if you said you didn’t know this was coming sooner or later. But you were just so afraid.

"I'm not… I… I just-…" You mumbled, seemingly not able to find the right words.

"You what, Y/N?" Noah almost spit out "You realised you liked us better when we were just friends?" - "No, Noah… I…"

"Then fucking explain why we are keeping this a secret? We've been dating for almost three months and nobody knows it, except Jolly!" Noah yelled at you, making you shrink a little.

Your mind started to race. You knew you acted stupid but you were just so afraid everything would change when you let the others know. You loved having this whole thing all to yourself.

You realised you had been quiet for too long when Noah sighed.

"You know what? Maybe this really was a mistake…" You felt your heart shatter to pieces when Noah walked over to your couch and grabbed his jacket before attempting to leave your apartment.

"Noah, wait!" You shouted after him but he headed out the door and slammed the front door right in your face.

You quickly ran after him, continuing to shout for him to stop.

"Noah, please wait." He was still walking straight to his car. You wrapped your arms around you since it was already dark outside and you hadn’t thought about grabbing a jacket.

"Don't fucking ignore me, Noah Sebastian!" You snapped and finally brought him to stop.

"Than tell my why the fuck you’re avoiding to tell Nick that we are dating?" He asked you with no emotion in his tone.

This was exactly what you didn’t want to happened. You could recall exactly how you told him you wouldn’t want to be the one to hurt him since you two saw each other get hurt by others way to many times.

"This is exactly what I meant back at the hotel room when I told you I don’t want to hurt you." - "Well congrats, Y/N, you fucking did, since I'm not even worthy to be your official boyfriend."

He attempted to open his car door but you found your way between him and the door.

"Step aside, Y/N." - "I'm afraid he will hate us."

"Why the fuck should he, Y/N? We’re literally adults! It isn’t weird that we fell in love. We literally have been attached at the hip since we were… what? 12?" Noah responded, not seeming even a bit calmer.

"I just don’t want this to change!" You than exclaimed and made things even worse.

His eyes changed again. They almost seemed glossy. His next words shot you right in the heart. "Well, if you don’t want this whole secret little thing to change, it means you don’t want to be with me."

With that he gentle shoved you to the side and got into his car.

"Noah, please don’t do this!" You shouted when he closed the door. You knocked against his window but he didn’t even look at you again before driving off.

Fuck. Fuck. FUCK.

The forth time you had the chance to tell Nick, you did waste no time…

It took you about two hours to gather your confidence before you got into your car and drove to the boys' house.

When you parked in front of the house, your heart was racing. You knew you needed to clarify this now and you would not let anyone or anything hold you off.

You took a deep breath before getting out of you car and going up to the door to ring the bell.

To your surprise it was Noah who opened the door. His expression instantly darkened when he saw you. That hurt you more than words could ever do.

"What do you want?" He asked you plainly. "Let me in."

When he continued to stare at you blankly, not allowing you entry, you took your chance to slip inside when you saw Nick walk by.

"Nick, I need to talk to you!" You yelled at your brother, who stopped in his tracks to look at the two of you confused.

"What’s going on?" He wanted to know, crossing his arms in front of his body, concerned by your expression.

"I'm in love with Noah." You directly shouted out, without thinking twice. You needed to do it now.

If Nick didn’t already look confused, he definitely did now.

"And Noah and I've been dating for almost three months." With that Nick's eyebrows lifted.

"And I didn’t tell you because I was scared that it will change everything but to be honest… I was fucking stupid… Noah is by far the best thing that ever happened to me in my whole entire life." You took a breath. "And I know this is a lot to process for you right now, but I am so in love with Noah it hurts and it hurts even more when I hurt him just because I’m to scared to tell my brother that I love him." You rambled.

With that silence came over the entrance room. You again took a deep breath. Right now you were more than relieved that seemingly no one else was downstairs except the three of you. Not everyone needed to hear your meltdown.

"So… you two are-…" Nick fumbled with his hands. You quickly looked at Noah, who seemed to have frozen in his place, just staring at you surprised.

"Yes… Yes, we are dating." You answered for the both of you, even though Noah technically broke up with you about two hours ago.

"And you’ve been dating since-…" - "The wedding in December." - "When you two left early that evening you were-…" - "Yes." - "Eww."

It went quiet again. Your brother seemed to process what you said to him while your hands sweated like crazy.

"And you aren’t kidding me?" - "Why should I?"

"Your telling me, you just started dating in December and not much earlier?" Your brother asked confused, causing you to start your rant again: "Yes, Nick. And I will not defend myse-… what do you mean 'not earlier'?"

"You guys have been eye-fucking each other since when? A year now?" Nick explained with a hint of disgust in his face. "Which, first of all, is super gross but it would have been weirder if I had brought it up."

"WHAT?" Noah was the one to exclaim that.

"Oh man, don’t try to argue with me… You were basically all over her other ever since Y/N and her ex broke up." Nick than said. "Starting with your private movie nights and ending with Y/N knowing about song ideas that I didn’t even know about."

"So you’re not mad?" You shyly asked your older brother, who chuckled a bit.

"Why should I? I'm actually surprised it took you so long… You were always slightly to close for your own good, ever since that night almost ten years ago… you know the video…" Again, while your brother looked slightly disgusted at the memory, Noah and you looked at each other knowingly.

"After you and your ex broke up, I was so convinced you two were already seeing each other and I'm not exactly blind or delusional, Y/N. At the very latest I knew you two were at least hooking up when you were sitting in Noah’s room with his shirt on and you two looking like total messes." Nick than proceeded to explain, causing your cheeks to heat up.

„So you just guessed it by yourself?" Noah than wanted to know from his best friend. "Maybe Jolly also kinda indicated that you two hooked up on my birthday, which I will never forgive you by the way!"

You looked totally flabbergasted by your brother's words and one look at Noah revealed he maybe looked even more surprised than you.

"So what? You gonna make up now?" Nick asked, already starting to move to the stairs. "You don’t have a reason to fight anymore. I won’t hate you… nobody will… You two are literally the two most important people in my life and I always thought you would eventually end up together. So don’t be so hard on yourselves."

With that Nick turned on his heel and left the two of you alone.

"I-…" You wanted to start but didn’t know what to say. "Yeah, I know." Noah just answered.

"I'm so sorry Noah. I should have just jumped over my shadow." You mumbled and turned to face him completely. He had taken a couple of steps towards you. "You are literally so important to me. I'm deeply sorry for hurting you and-…"

"Would you mind if you could shut up now and let me kiss you?" Noah than interrupted you and before you knew he grabbed your face with his hands and brought your lips together.

Everything inside of you started to tingle. You felt like a child laying in bed the night before their birthday. You felt like a teenage girl kissing her crush for the first time. Somehow this was also kind of true because when you thought about it… He was the one you always loved.

Ever since you had laid eyes on him, deep down you knew it was him. He was your person and you knew nothing on this planet would change the fact that you two loved each other deeply.

I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS IS THE END. I BEGAN TO WRITE THE FIRST PART ABOUT TWO MONTHS AGO BUT ALWAYS WAS WAY TO SHY TO POST IT ON TUMBLR. MY BOYFRIEND CONVINCED ME IT WOULD BE A GOOD IDEA AND WHEN I FINALLY DID, I DIDN'T KNOW THE BAD OMENS TUMBLR COMMUNITY WOULD WELCOME ME WITH OPEN ARMS. SO… THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR BEING SO KIND AND I HOPE TO READ YOU ON MY NEXT WORKS! ~JAZZ ❤️

[gardenvarietyfae]

Coffee Poll

For coffee drinkers only, no other, no 0 options, if you don't drink coffee please be patient and check back at the end for the results.

This is asking how many cups (1 cup = 8 ounces) of coffee you drink in an everage day. Not your max, just average how much coffee you drink every day. Round to the closest whole number, so if you drink 30 oz on average, vote for 4 cups.

[woncherie]

hello!! it took me a bit more than a week to post part 2 of my fic, im so glad i got so many nice comments on my previous part :(( yall made me so happy omg i hope you enjoy this part too.

part 1 / part 2 / part 3

warnings: afab!reader, no pronouns used, bully!scara, bullying, sub!scara, reader makes him a sub lol, nsfw, finger sucking, spit play, thigh riding, degradation, blackmail, ass play. (please tell me if I missed something)

wc: 4.4k

what have i done? you were currently turning and tossing yourself around your bed, trying to proceeds yesterdays events, burying your head into your pillow. what have i done?? you always wanted to press a pillow onto your head until you couldnt breath anymore, why not do it now? This would definitely be a better opportunity than go to your lectures right now and get yourself killed by a certain violet haired man.

how did you even get this confident? you tried to blame everything to the alcohol you drank yesterday, your head hurting in approval. sober you would've never done that this smoothly.

you were a bit proud of yourself though. you showed him who the boss was, even if it was just for a night. maybe, just maybe, he will leave you alone now?

curiosity took over you and you grabbed your phone, opening your gallery quickly, being greeted with a very special photo you took the night before.

scaramouche right before you on the screen, eyes teary, mouth wide open with your spit on his tongue, waiting patiently like a good boy. you could clearly see the bulge he had in his pants, grinding steadily against your leg. you can still feel the way he grinded himself on your thigh, and just thinking about the night before made your mouth water and pussy clench. for fucks sake. he really was gorgeous like this.

your timer went off again, reminding you that you should be leaving your bed and getting ready, and the urge to just turn it off completely was very high, but you decided to fight these feelings and stand up slowly instead. you cant hide forever. at some point you will have to meet him again. you aint no pussy.

your head was still hurting like a bitch, but you tried to ignore it. you took a quick shower to get rid of the remaining alcohol and cigarette smell you had on your body and hair, stepping out of the shower and drying your hair properly before changing into you clothes.

after a few minutes you heard your doorbell ring, so you walked up to the door and opened it for a certain blonde guy who stood in your doorframe.

"morning." albedo said in his typical monotonous voice, carrying two small bags with breakfast for the both of you to eat on your way to uni.

"you are absolutely saving my ass."

"my specialty" he answered, handing you your sandwich after you put on your shoes and closed the door behind yourself. you could see that he also wasn't feeling too well right now, still hungover from the day before. but you werent feeling one ounce better.

on your way to uni, you kept thinking about the night before. you have absolutely no idea how you ended up like this. this definitely wasnt your first sexual experience, and you do get your fair share of fun every now and then, but you have never been this controlling over anybody, but fuck, did it feel amazing.

"are you feeling alright?" you heard albedo ask next to you, looking at you through his glasses. he must've noticed that you were sunk in thoughts. "huh? yeah. was just thinking about the party yesterday, my head hurts like a bitch. how did i even get home?"

the intelligent man next to you smiled a bit against his cup of coffee. "apparently yanfei brought us home, we certainly did drink a lot yesterday. she really is a responsible person. need to thank h..."

you werent really listening to him anymore. its not that you couldnt, your mind was just racing right now. does he know what happened? you asked yourself. scaramouche and you werent really in a private area yesterday. did anyone see us?

"wow, y/n, you really seem to be lost in thoughts. care to share?"

you instantly moved your head to him, looking at him with wide eyes before coughing a bit and shaking your head. "im sorry, im just.. really tired, thats all."

"Well, at least we dont have many lectures today. you can go back home quickly and nap some more." he worried about you. albedo always cared about you, just like you cared about him. it was a really nice friendship you two had, but you just didnt feel like telling him anything. he would beat your ass once you told him what you did.

after a few minutes of a silent walk, you arrived at the campus. you threw your empty wrappers away and headed straight to the lecture hall, your heart beating faster and faster with every step you took. fuck. he's gonna kill you.

you opened the door to the lecture hall, letting albedo enter first before following him into the room. it was quite full already, and your eyes immediately scanned the crowd. you easily spotted childe, columbina and dottore, their unusual and fancy clothes catching your eyes quickly. but no scaramouche yet.

you sat down with albedo somewhere in the back of the hall, hiding from the view of others. well, that was your goal at least. you expected a furious little man to storm into the room and peel your skin of alive of your body, but.. he never came?

you heard the girls in the row in front of you talk and couldnt help but listen to their conversation.

"Scara is not here yet.."

"Yeah of course. did you see how he hit the bottle yesterday? couldnt stop drinking, especially at the end."

"he seemed a bit anxious, im worried.."

"nah. probably just couldnt tolerate the weed properly."

The first girl really seemed to be concerned about him, and you couldnt help but suppress a gag at her attitude. just wanted to get into his pants. oh if she knew.

at some point the professor came into the hall and started the lecture without scaramouche joining the class, and you sighed in relieve. you were save, at least for now.

☆

You didnt have a lot of lectures today, so you went back home rather quickly that day. albedo joined you once again, and you two walked into your apartment, immediately throwing yourself onto your bed. it wasnt just your head hurting like a bitch, albedo also felt really exhausted, so no one was surprised when you both just fell asleep right then and there.

after a few hours you opened your eyes again, a snoring blonde still sleeping next to you and your head still woozy from the nap you took. you noticed how your stomach grumbled and stood up slowly, going into the small kitchen that your 25 m² apartment had to wash your face.

you didnt wake albedo up yet, letting him sleep his hangover away. instead, you started making some food for the both of you. you didnt have a lot of food in your fridge. of course not, you are a busy student in their last year, all you survive off is noodles and toast.

you really were hungry, and a normal sandwich wouldnt make anyone of you two feel satisfied, so you decided to make some pasta with tomato sauce. simple and easy.

while cooking, your thoughts wandered once again to the night before, but before you could form any proper thoughts, your phone lighted up. you dried your hands and took a look at it. a new message from.. unknown number?

+76 628 ×××××××: delete the picture.

...oh. it wasn't hard to guess who this message is from. your stomach dropped a bit and you gulped, your heart beating a tiny bit faster.

you: where do you have my number from?

its not a perfect reply to him, but at least you had a few minutes time to collect yourself and not be this nervous anymore. he's not here right now. he can't do anything to you. you are save. you saved his number into your phone.

scaramouche: ask me something more difficult next time.

scaramouche: delete. this. picture.

you licked your lips, stirring the food on the stove before it might burn, collecting your thoughts. he's not here right now. you can do whatever you want.

you took another look at the picture you took of him, smirking, unable to control or suppress it.

you: no.

it didn't take him long to answer, probably being active on his phone to reply to you as fast as possible.

scaramouche: im gonna fucking end you myself.

at this point you were used to his threats. wasn't the first time, nor will it be the last time it'll happen. every time you fucked up a lab report, a presentation or anything college related that might affect him negatively, you got tripped, your property destroyed and a few insults thrown at you. it was nothing new.

you: *attached image*

you: oh look how adorable you look. wish you'd always be this much of a good boy for me. my spit suits you.

you heard a few broken and hurtful moans at the other end of the room, so you looked up from your phone. albedo woke up and streched himself, scratching his stomach and rubbing his eyes open.

"..morn'ng" he mumbled, and you put your phone back into your back pocket. "its not quite morning, albedo." you answered while he tried to get used to the light that shined in your room. he took a look outside of your window and saw how dark it was. "what time is it?"

"7:16 pm" you answered while you set the table for the both of you. "made some food."

you could feel your phone vibrate in your pocket and you bit your lip from the inside in response. it was scaramouche again, but you couldnt check your phone now. albedo would ask, and you didnt feel like telling him anything.

"thank you, really sweet of you." albedo said before excusing himself into the small bathroom you had. your apartment really was small, but that was all you could afford with your part time job.

the second albedo closed the door you had your phone in your hand again, checking the message you got.

scaramouche: ...

scaramouche: dont do this now..

scaramouche: delete the pic. fucking bitch

you giggled a bit at his reply, quickly typing in your reply.

you: i really love coffee, do you know that? why dont you bring me one tomorrow and ill think about it.

scaramouche: you cant be forreal now.

you didnt answer him anymore, putting your phone away and finish setting the table before putting some food into albedos and your plate, right before he came back from the bathroom. you hoped he didnt notice your more-than-usual happy mood, nor the slightly red blush in your face.

"washed ur hands?" you asked.

"no, ew." he answered jokingly, finally awake again. you just laughed at his reply before you both sat down and ate together.

☆

the next day you were even excited to go to uni. you felt completely different than the day before. there is absolutely no way scaramouche will do anything to annoy you, too afraid of you to post the picture.

last night, you thought a bit. would you really post a picture of scaramouche on your lap, horny and full of your spit? probably not. you wouldnt have the balls to post it. but scaring him? oh yes. you like this. you let him believe you would do it. maybe he will stop bullying you now in uni? that would be too good to be true.

you ate your breakfast on the way to uni. albedo left later the night before, and you agreed with him to meet up on campus right before the lecture started.

"hey!" you could hear someone say behind you rather aggressively, and you looked behind you before slowly standing still. of course it was your favourite indigo haired man.

you could tell by the look on his face that he'd be everywhere else than here, in front of you, with a fucking coffee in his hand that he might throw all over your face and hair (like it happened quite a few times already.)

but instead of humiliating you, he passed you the coffee while biting his lip furiously, trying not to burst out in a tide of various creative insults.

"well that was easy." you said mockingly, looking down on the cup he handed you. it was warm and looked good. you opened the lid of the paper cup, checking the content.

cappuccino and... spit.

"thanks for that i guess." you chuckle and looked at him again, his face completely red from embarrassment and shame. how did he fall so low to bring you coffee?

"you know what to do now." he demanded, but you only shaked your head. "dont feel like it. you are being really nice to me. i guess ill keep the picture for a few more weeks."

you started walking away slowly, heading to uni, but scaramouche didnt let you go this easily, following you like a desperate man. he knew you wouldnt delete his fucking downfall of a photo just like that.

"i said, delete. the. picture. you will fucking regret this." he threatened you again, but you acted unbothered and took a sip of the cup. you could feel scaramouche cringe next to you, weirded out by you drinking the mixture in the paper cup. "you were humping my leg like a bitch in heat, im not grossed out by a bit of your spit."

"DONT SAY THIS out loud" he yelled at you at the beginning but then lowered his voice, noticing how people around the both of you are looking over. "please." he then said defeated. "just tell me what you want and ill fucking give it to you. why do you wanna ruin my reputation this badly?"

you couldnt help but roll your eyes and continue walking. after all these months and years of him humiliating and bullying you, he dares to ask you for something like that? how bold.

"just write the next lap report for our project like a good boy and the picture will be save with me." the violett haired man next to you blushed at the weird compliment you gave him but tried to hide his face in his jacket. cute.

☆

getting close to campus, scaramouche stopped following you like a lost kid and instead turned into another street. he really didnt feel like being seen on campus with you.

when you arrived, you already saw albedo standing near the building, and you smiled at him while walking to him. you threw the coffee away before hugging him. "morning."

"morning. didnt like your drink?" he pointed out the drink you threw away while still being half full.

"yeah, the barista fucked it up i guess." you lied while heading into the lecture room. poor albedo, you've been so insincere to him the past few days. you did feel bad, but you already knew about the lecture he will give you once he'll find out.

the room was only half as full as yesterday, todays course only taking in half as many students as yesterdays. but of course a special bully is still sitting in the crowd. you could feel the eyes of him following you on your way to the back rows, but you tried to ignore him.

scaramouche was sitting in the middle of his friend group at the front of the hall, everyone but him happily talking and laughing. he just sat there and sulked angrily, scribbling on his tablet.

you sat down with albedo next to yanfei, and she smiled and started some small talk with the both of you (you didnt actually listen to what she said) until the professor came and started his lecture.

"hey, y/n?" albedo asked you in a low voice, trying to not bother anyone around them during the lecture.

"yeah?"

"wanna head to the library later today? i have a few things to study for and protocolls to prepare"

you looked at the professor but nodded at albedo, thinking it was a good idea. you'd probably still do the lab protocols that you just told scaramouche to do, unsure if he will do them himself. you didnt feel like failing classes just because he didnt hand in the work you both were supposed to do. "sounds like a plan."

☆

you were currently heads deep reading into a few books which laid on the table, albedo sitting in front of you with the exact same book, trying to answer the questions on the reports. "..identity test and purity test of lidocaine hydrochloride?"

you were both searching for the answers in the books that laid all over the wide library table, but no answers. you sighed defeatedly, not even trying to be silent.

it was pretty late at night, 10:37 pm the watch on the wall told you, and you still werent done yet. it felt like you two were the only people in here, everyone else already left. if you two wouldve been more productive, you'd be done by now too, but instead you decided to spend extra time in the cafeteria to talk about anything and everything.

you rubbed your eyes before closing the book, standing up and stretching yourself while your blonde best friend followed you with his eyes. "im trying to find a better book. ill be back in a few minutes."

he nodded and you headed to the tons shelves, getting lost in different publications and works by different authors. you needed to walk quite a while to arrive at the section you needed, putting the old book back into the rack, your eyes scanning the book spines, trying to find a better one.

but between the publications and books, of course, you saw a special pair of indigo eyes and hair on the other side of the shelves. you couldnt think straight, and before you realized it yourself, you headed to the section where your favourite bully was standing.

a book in his hand, eyes buried deep into the book before he looked up with them, seeing your face and rolling his eyes immediately. "how the fuck are you everywhere?" scaramouche asked you.

"i should be asking you this." you answered and leaned against the shelf. "first time that i see you in here. what are you doing?"

scaramouche closed the book and put it back where he got it from. "writing my lab report. last time you told me to do it, didnt you?"

wow. you were surprised that he actually was doing his share in the project. and that he just said a whole sentence without cussing you out. you felt proud of him.

"thank you, i guess." you say, scratching your head, but scaramouche immediately turned back to you and grabbed your arm, pressing you into the shelf with full force.

"if you really feel thankful, maybe think about deleting the picture from two days ago, you fucking bitch." he spat in your face.

oh wow. welcome back, old scaramouche.

a special thought appeared in your head, and you looked at him with a small grin plastered on your lips. he just looked at you confused.

"the fuck is so funny about this?" he spat again, and your grin started growing on your face. "dont feel like it.", you answered, "but i can maybe thank you differently." you moved your leg between his, lifting it to meet his crotch softly.

scaramouche gasped quickly, probably from shock, and he let your hand go. it was an easy opportunity to shove him away from you, now you being the one to press him against the reck of books, caging him in with your hands.

you could easily see the pure flustered shock on his face, eyes wide open and face tinted in red, and you enjoyed it.

"not so bold now, are you?" you asked him, getting closer to his neck and pressing a few light kisses on them. you could feel him inhale in shock, holding his breath in and biting his lip as you attacked his neck with bites and kisses. "we can continue off from where we stopped last time?"

scaramouche felt like he was on fire, body moving on his own once again. he used your thigh to get himself off, getting hard embarrassingly quick. "see, you seem to like it?" you whispered in his ear, but all he could do was bite his lips and trying to stay silent.

yes, the library wasnt full, but it wasnt completely empty either. he didnt want anyones attention on the two of you, so he tried his best to stay silent.

you didnt appreciate this behaviour though, and pinched his ass from behind, a gasp leaving his mouth louder than he intended to.

you let go off him for a second, grabbing his small waist to turn him around, his chest pressing against the books and yours against his back. he looked back at you with wide eyes, visibly shocked. "what are u-" he started his sentence, but your hand on his boner made him lose his train of thoughts.

you opened his pants and slid in with your right hand, playing with the hem of his boxers. "st..stop this, not here.." he mumbled aroused, his pleas not sounding too serious. he didnt wanna stop now, he started to feel incredibly good again. how are you doing that to him?

your hand grabbed his dick, pumping it twice in his pants and scaramouche let his head fall back in his neck, a silent moan leaving his lips. fuck, your hands were cold, but they felt so good on his body.

but how can he believe you would get him off this easily? you giggled silently while watching him enjoy himself before taking your hand back again and kneeling behind him.

he started to get really frustrated with your behaviour and tried to glare back to you, but when he saw you on your knees behind him, face right near his ass, his eyes widened in shock (once again.)

"what are you doing?" he asked you. you didnt answer him though. all you did was pull his pants and boxers down, here, right in the middle of a library between a thousands of books.

the cold air hitting his skin made him shudder, his face turning left and right, trying to check if anyone was close. if anyone would catch you two in here, he'd absolutely go apeshit.

"ever got your asshole licked, scara?" you asked him, and your direct way of asking him made his whole face flush red. "what the fuck are you on again??" he asked, but you didnt answer once again.

you spat in your hand and moved it back to his dick, stroking him a few times to get him more obedient again. his eyes closed in shame and lust as he rutted into your hand, biting down on his hand to stay silent.

you, once again, let go of him, but this time you decided to play with his backside, massaging his ass and getting him more riled up. after a few seconds you used one of your wet fingers to get close to his hole, circling it with spit to get it wet. the moan scaramouche let out in that moment was godlike.

fuck, you wanted to hear more of that. more of his angelic voice. you can't deny that his means and whimpers do something to you, your panties getting a bit wet, heart beating faster.

you couldnt control yourself anymore and grabbed his waist, pulling him close to your face and holding him in place while you devoured him right then and there, tongue circling his hole, moving up and down close to his balls.

scaramouche felt weird, scaramouche felt good. he never felt something like this, his body never felt this good. you didnt even need to hold him down anymore, he was drunk on the pleasure, shoving his cute ass right into your face, chasing the pleasure.

he tried to stabilize himself on the shelf with his hands, head falling back into his neck and tears pooling in his eyes, so close to spilling. usually he was the one pleasuring others, and being on the receiving side this time makes him feel so small and incredibly good. he can't think of a day where he felt like this with another person pleasuring him.

he couldnt help but choke onto air, not a single word coming out of his mouth other than silent whines, tears and mewls of pleasure, so close to cumming.

at some point you switched to your fingers, a spit covered one circling his hole before slowly pushing in, and scaramouche became putty in your hands.

you took your phone from your pocket and opened your camera in one swift motion, but this time you gave the tall man in front of you some time to react.

"say cheese.." you said, and scaramouche turned his head back to you, cheeks red and wet from his tears, lip swollen, tongue out and eyes big. but he didnt care, fuck he really didnt care right now. all he needed was this pleasure that you gave him, so he just looked in the camera with angry eyes which made him look just so much more adorable. just take those stupid pics. he thought.

"y/n?" you heard a familiar voice call out your name.

oh. you completely forgot that you werent alone in the library, albedos voice somewhere near you and scaramouche. you both immediately jumped up, you on your feet and scaramouche crouching, pulling his pants up, both of your eyes wide in shock and fear.

scaramouche knew that if anyone would see you two here it wouldve been easy to guess what you did, so he pulled his pants up rather poorly and jumped away from the other side of the aisle to the other direction from where albedo came from.

fucking hell. he got blue balled once again.

"im here." you said after fixing your clothes, taking any book from the shelves and opening any page, trying to look busy as albedo walked into the aisle. it was so hard for you to contain your smirk after what you just did, but you tried your best. "i was just wondering what took you so long." he asked, fixing his glasses on his nose. "i already have the solution, we're done for today."

"oh god thank you."

"wanna get some food?"

"yes please, i was just getting tired of being here." you said and put the book away, scaramouche a few aisle away from you, listening to your conversation, hiding his face in his hands.

how did you wrap him around your finger once again?

☆☆☆

NYAHAHAHA hello i hope you liked part 2!! i feel like i did a bad job overall but whatever take it as it is <3 im sorry it took so long.. part 3 maybe?? yes or no??

[bbfeelings]

I couldn’t stop thinking about small waist pretty face so I wrote a silly little thing inspired by @hubbydaddies’ post. Happy BD Friday!

Edit: a completed version of this fic, Small Waist, Pretty Face can be found here!

After another easy, victorious, and unsurprisingly boring round, Rei checked his phone. 1:28 am. He took a drink of beer and joined another game. The phone on his lap suddenly started vibrating and startled him. Rei killed the game and held up the phone. It could only be one person. There was one person in this world who’d call him.

Kazuki wants to FaceTime.

Rei took off the headphone and carefully pressed the answer button.

What he did not expect was to see Carol’s face.

“Rei-chan—! Took you long enough to pick up!” She whined.

“Um…uh, sorry?”

“He picked up!” Carol announced cheerily, shoving the phone in front of Kazuki.

“Hey, Rei, hehe,” his drunk face was stupidly stupid. “My bad…I had one too many!” His foolish grin under the neon lights was stupidly stupid. Rei rolled his eyes.

”I’m coming home now!”

“Just don’t wake Miri up when you do.”

“Okie-dok, Rei-chan—” The video went blurry then dark; he must’ve dropped his phone. Idiot. Rei sighed. His partner had a tendency to be extra loud and obnoxious when intoxicated. Not that he’d ever awoken Miri with his drunken shenanigans. But still.

An unfamiliar face appeared on the screen. Rei only knew of Carol and Dorothy. “It’s fine! It didn’t break!” She said, and a cheering crowd of girls could be heard from the background. “So this is Rei-chan? He’s so cute!” She exclaimed, “Kazu-san, you never told me he’s this cute!”

Girls swarmed in front of the camera, squealing and giggling, “What a cutie!” “This is the pretty face you go home to? Kazu-san, you sly dog—” “Rei-chan, Rei-chan! Tell us what Kazu-san is like at home!” Rei felt his face go hot. What the hell? “Aww, he’s blushing! We’re embarrassing him! How adorable!” “Don’t worry, we don’t touch Kazu-san! He’s all yours!” The girls laughed.

What the hell?

—

2:07 am

“Rei—the door won’t open,” Kazuki whined over the phone. He’d finally made it back to the apartment building, but he was long gone. Rei sighed as the elevator arrived at the building lobby, “Coming.”

Upon seeing Rei, Kazuki happily draped himself over Rei’s slimmer frame, crying about forgetting how keys work. He smelled of booze and some tacky cheap perfume that made Rei’s nose itch. He cursed under his breath. Seriously. 28 years of age, acting like a hot fucking mess. Kazuki started humming off-key and mumbling some lyrics to himself as they exited the elevator on their floor.

Five minutes later, Rei was standing in the bathroom door, watching Kazuki puking his guts out. Between the dry heaving and whimpering, Rei’d hand him a tissue. He didn’t feel an ounce of sympathy toward his miserable partner. Why does he like drinking himself into oblivion? Getting a bit tipsy, sure, but Rei absolutely hated the feeling of being wasted.

Kazuki crawled into the shower. Rei passed him his toothbrush and toothpaste and left the bathroom. He then returned with a fresh towel, hung it on the door before closing it.

—

2:46 am

Rei made some cup noodles. Kazuki came out and stumbled across the living room with the towel around his waist. The steam coming from the bathroom told Rei that Kazuki took a boiling hot shower, if his red as a cooked lobster body didn’t give it away. He watched Kazuki dropping himself onto the couch and curling up. Rei scowled.

“Oi,” he said as he chewed, “sleep in your own room.” Kazuki retaliated with inaction and started humming and mumbling again. Rei couldn’t risk letting him fall asleep on the couch like that. The bathroom was damp and nasty, and no way he was going to sleep there tonight.

“Get up,” he towered over Kazuki, who was making noises like a complaining 4 year old would. “You’re gonna get a cold.”

—

3:11 am

Kazuki finally got up and made it into his room, but not without Rei basically dragging his ass. “Clothes,” he said. Kazuki obediently reached into the dresser. Rei’s job here was done; he wanted to finish his cup noodles, which was probably soggy and cold by now.

Kazuki turned around and muttered something sing-song-y in Rei's direction as he was about to close the bedroom door.

“…small waist…”

“What?”

“You.” Kazuki pointed.

“What about me?”

Half clothed, Kazuki waltzed over and took Rei for a dance as he hummed; Rei was too tired for this shit. They stumbled around the room. Kazuki’s eyes were half closed and hazy, “…big boobies…small waist…”

Rei snickered. What the hell?

“Wait, no,” Kazuki frowned as if he was thinking hard, if he could even think at all with that soupy brain.

“Small waist…pretty face.” Kazuki resumed his drunken shenanigans. Quickly losing his patience, Rei maneuvered out of Kazuki’s grasp. “You’re gonna wake Miri.”

He pointed again, “That’s you.” Kazuki fixed his gaze on Rei, “Small waist, pretty face.”

Rei felt this utter embarrassment in the form of increasing heart rate and a full body goosebumps followed by a shudder.

While Rei was momentarily immobilized by the sheer humiliation, Kazuki seized the opportunity, launched himself at Rei, gently grabbed hold of him again. He planted a quick but clumsy kiss right on Rei’s lips, inevitably knocking his own teeth on his.

They fell into bed and Kazuki took no time to cling onto Rei, snuggled in while letting out a satisfied sigh.

Rei went blank.

What the hell?

[deepspacedukat]

Begin Again - Part 9

“Begin Again” has been an absolute pleasure to write. Koss deserved more attention, and it was such an honor to be able to give it to him. This is the final chapter in this wild ride, and I hope this ties everything up nicely! Thank you to everyone who has taken the time to give this a read and who has left kind comments!! I appreciate every single one of you! 💖 Without further ado, I present the finale! ✨

Part 1 here. Part 2 here. Part 3 here. Part 4 here. Part 5 here. Part 6 here. Part 7 here. Part 8 here.

Cross-posted to AO3 here.

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Koss (ST:ENT) x Reader

[A/N: There is smut in this final chapter, so 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!!!]

Warnings: Interspecies sex, Human/Vulcan sex, gentle sex, woman on top, cuddling, kissing, telepathy, public display of affection, Koss is protective, they’re so in love it’s ridiculous, Vulcan/Human marriage, also Kollos makes his debut!

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Koss had been awake for many hours by the time his ashaya awoke with a sleepy little sound that made his heart clench. She was so beautiful...so gentle as she rested in his arms. Her drowsy thoughts floated slowly into his mind through their bond.

“Warm...comfortable...” Koss was inclined to agree with her as she nuzzled farther into his embrace. A groggy murmur of his name tumbled from her lips, prompting him to press a soft kiss onto her forehead.

“Good morning,” he whispered as she blinked slowly up at him. He had no doubt that the last several days had been a taxing blur for her, but she had endured it all admirably. Koss still needed to check her over for injuries, but he was quite certain she would have, at most, a few bruises and bite marks. His pon farr was in its final hours now, so his Hunger was significantly calmer than it had been. It would never be completely extinguished, though. Not when it came to her.

“G’morning,” she mumbled as her lips stretched into an affectionate smile. After a few slow, bleary blinks, his lover reached up and cupped his cheek. Koss nuzzled into her touch, eager to show her every ounce of devotion and gratitude that he felt for her, especially after all that she had tolerated for him. “Being like this with you is...”

Seemingly searching for the correct words, she let her voice fade, but they didn’t need words anymore. Reaching effortlessly into her mind to feel her thoughts, Koss sensed contentment, love, and...belonging? She felt at home with him? Emotions that he couldn’t quell in time stampeded through him. Pride, protectiveness, and the most ardent love he’d ever felt barreled across their bond before he could temper them, and his ashaya’s eyes widened.

Startled by his own lack of control, Koss began to pull back, but his mate was having none of that. Wrapping her arms around him, she buried her fingers in his hair and kissed him without restraint. He responded - of course he did - with a passion that equaled her own. Before he even realized he’d moved, she was on her back watching through half-closed eyelids as Koss nibbled and kissed his way down her body.

He lavished every mark he’d left on her with affection, hoping that she’d see how grateful he was for her and how fortunate he felt about being allowed to touch her like this.

“Nemaiyo na’ t’nash-veh ha’kiv,” he murmured in Vuhlkansu as he kissed down the soft skin of her abdomen. Thank you for my life. He tried to convey the meaning via their bond, and when she understood, his ashaya looked at him with tears gathering in her eyes. Her fingers skimmed through his hair, coaxing him to look up at her. His chin rested softly atop her mound as he reveled in her affection. 

“C’mere,” she breathed, and he obeyed instantly, crawling up the length of her body, laying soft, tender kisses on her as he went. Koss was about to ask what he could do to please her, but instead her lips covered his own in a kiss so filled with love that Koss whimpered into her mouth. He had been prepared to apologize for his roughness and to attempt to convince her that he would be a devoted, loving mate for her, but she’d accepted him without further persuasion.

What had he done to deserve her? When they broke for air, Koss touched his forehead to hers, making sure his weight was supported by his forearms even as hers wrapped around him.

“I love you. You don’t need to thank me for doing what I would have done anyway,” she explained.

“But the pon farr is an ordeal even for a Vulcan woman to endure. It must have been quite a chore for you, k’diwa,” he protested, but she let out a quiet laugh against his lips.

“Koss, none of that was work for me,” she promised and in a final emotional upheaval from his pon farr, Koss’s eyes burned with tears. “I actually enjoyed seeing you that way.”

“Truly?” His eyes widened, and, to his astonishment, she nodded her head. “Then we both have reason to look forward to my next Burning.”

At that, she drew him into a deep, passionate kiss. He was thoroughly addicted this form of intimacy, even if he hadn’t completely mastered it yet. With a gentle push, she coaxed him onto his back and straddled his hips. What could he do but marvel at her as she took his lok inside her once more?

“Ashau nash-veh du.” Her whisper made Koss’s eyes widen. When had she learned to say ‘I love you’ in Vuhlkansu? Sitting up and wrapping his arms around her as she rode him, Koss buried his face in the crook of her neck and returned her sentiment. He loved her desperately and wanted to ensure that she knew just how much.

And she would know. They had all the time in the world, now.

--

A week after his pon farr began, both Koss and his betrothed were well enough to return to their respective occupations. Every morning since, he made a point of escorting her to the Embassy. They received several curious looks, but neither paid any attention. The pair were in a world of their own during their morning conversations. 

Several weeks after their betrothal, the two strolled leisurely down the footpath leading to the Embassy, chatting away.

“So when do I get to meet your family?” She asked smiling curiously up at him.

“It will certainly be prior to the wedding, but my parents’ schedules are separate and quite full. I cannot promise an exact date until I have spoken to them about you. I...should warn you that my parents are quite devoted to the old traditions. The idea of their son marrying a Human will likely surprise them. I will, of course, defend you, ashaya, but I cannot promise that they will not attempt to question you rather vigorously,” Koss cautioned, but she just kissed his cheek.

“Don’t worry. I’m quite prepared to be interrogated. I expect they’ll cut a more intimidating figure than you did the first time I saw you, but after sitting across a negotiating table with Andorians and Tellarites, I can handle it,” she said, and Koss’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Did I intimidate you when we met?” His voice came out smaller than usual, but the Ambassador wrapped her arms around his waist.

“A little, but not in a bad way. You were helping me, I know, but finding a Vulcan who was much larger than me hovering over me definitely made me feel small,” she said looking up at him. “I still feel like that, but in a good way. It just means I have a tall, broad, handsome protector who will soon be my husband.”

Koss lifted an eyebrow and tugged her a little closer, not caring one whit about how public this spot was. He tilted her chin up so she was looking directly into his eyes.

“I will always protect you, k’diwa,” he promised before leaning in and kissing her forehead. This public display wasn’t necessary, but he wanted the rest of the Embassy staff and visitors to be under no illusions about the Ambassador’s relationship status. She was taken. She was his. “When we are both home again this evening, I have something I wish to show you.”

“Oh? Well, I’ll look forward to that,” she said cupping his cheek. “I better get inside or I’ll be late. See you this evening, sweetheart.”

Placing a final, chaste kiss on her lips, Koss watched until his mate had disappeared through the Embassy doors before beginning to make his way to his current project’s worksite.

Koss was late arriving home that evening. He knew his ashaya would already be waiting in his home with a smile and an embrace for him upon his return, though. He ached to hold her again. He enjoyed his job, but after a long day such as today, he desired nothing more than to hold her in his arms...to feel her gentle affection as she nuzzled into the crook of his neck.

As the door slid open, Koss draped his outer robe on the hook in the entryway, glancing around to determine her location. Seeing no obvious signs, he called out.

“Ashal-veh?”

“In the kitchen!” Her answering call made Koss release a heavy, relieved breath. Toeing off his shoes, he straightened his clothes and made his way to her. When he turned the corner, though, he was met with the sight of his partner and his father sitting at the kitchen table chatting over tea. Koss hadn’t planned on her meeting either of his parents yet. “Join us for a cup of tea?”

“Of course, k’diwa,” Koss responded, and she let out a quiet huff of laughter as she poured one for him. He strode over to the table, took a seat beside his lover, and looked to their guest. Kollos’s hair had grayed further since the last time Koss saw him, but he looked more relaxed. Clearly separation had been the healthiest, most logical choice for his parents. “Father, I was not expecting a visit or I would have made a point of returning home early. You do not visit often.”

“There was no need. The Ambassador has been kind enough to entertain me in your absence. I was unaware that Humans could be so logical,” the older man said lifting an almost amused eyebrow at the woman in question. Such a reaction from a former Senior Minister of the High Command was rare indeed. What had gone on in his absence? Then again, with a diplomat for a lover, why should he be surprised that she’d handled the situation with delicacy? “From the familiarity of your language, my son, I take it you have some news for me?”

Glancing at his ashaya, Koss took her hand in his beneath the table and faced his father.

“The Ambassador and I are to be married.” Expecting a somewhat negative reaction to his announcement, Koss blinked in surprise when all his father did was nod his head.

“Though I had not anticipated that you would select a Human, I cannot say that I disapprove of the one you chose,” Kollos said setting his tea cup on the table. “I have the honor of being acquainted with your betrothed through Ambassador Soval. To my shame, I was abrupt with her when we were first introduced. She is the only Human who has possessed the courage to point out a flaw in my logic. As you can imagine, I did not accept that easily.”

Koss looked at his fiancee in askance, but she blinked innocently up at him. He would have to coax that particular story from her later.

“In my defense, I didn’t know he was your dad,” she said with a slight blush, “though, now that I know, I see the resemblance.”

“For my son’s safety and yours, Ambassador, I must ask Koss a few questions in private. I hope you understand,” Kollos said, and she nodded her head.

“Of course. I’ll leave you boys in peace. If you need me, I’ll be in the study. It was good to see you again, Minister Kollos,” she murmured placing a soft kiss on Koss’s cheek before stepping out of the kitchen. After watching her retreat toward the stairs, Koss turned to see his father looking at him.

“Why a Human?” Instead of accusation, all Koss could find in his father’s voice was curiosity.

“It was...logical. She is intelligent, nurturing, driven, kind...a more suitable match than I could ever have anticipated,” he explained, and his father nodded his head silently. “She is beautiful. When I am with her, I am complete.”

Kollos looked at him in surprise.

“Then she is the one. You love her.” Koss could hear a hint of longing in his father’s voice. His parents’ marriage had never been anything more than an arrangement of necessity. To marry for nothing more than personal desire was a luxury neither of them had been able to afford. “I offer you my sincerest congratulations, my son, though, I must ask for both her safety and yours...do you believe she will be able to withstand your Burning when it comes?”

Koss lifted his chin proudly.

“She already has.”

“Indeed?” His father’s graying eyebrows shot nearly up to his hairline. At Koss’s confirmation, the elder Vulcan nodded his head in approval. “Then you have undoubtedly chosen well. As both your occupations are based here, I take it you will remain on Vulcan?”

“Yes, although, if her diplomatic posting should change in the future, I have made it clear that I will happily accompany her to any place in the galaxy,” the architect said, and his father nodded his head.

“That is as it should be,” Kollos murmured, taking a sip of his tea. “And the wedding?”

“I have mentioned to her that you and mother follow the old traditions, and she expressed an interest in a Vulcan ceremony.” Shifting slightly in his seat, Koss asked a question that he almost dreaded the answer to. “I know mother had her heart set on my marrying another Vulcan woman. How do you believe she will react when she finds out that I am to be bonded with a Human?”

Releasing a heavy sigh, Kollos looked at his son. The mere mention of his ex-wife made the former minister’s shoulders tense.

“Truthfully, I do not know. Near the end of our marriage, your mother’s logic often escaped me. I would hope, however, that since you are content with your mate, she will be, as well,” he said observing the thoughtful way his son nodded his head. The two were much alike. “Sa-fu...I realize that I have not stated this as much as I should, but I wish you to know that I am gratified that you are my son. I have always been proud of you, but I am especially so about the man you have become. No matter what disagreements your mother and I may have, we will always agree that we love you.”

Koss’s eyes widened in surprise at the openness of his father’s expression.

“You know I feel the same, and that I have always been proud to say that I am your son,” he returned, and the two men came as close to smiling as two Vulcans could.

When his father had departed, Koss made his way upstairs to the study. His k’diwa was seated at his desk flipping through a book of Vulcan poetry that he’d been reading to her. She was still learning to read Vuhlkansu, but she knew enough to parse her way through the ones he’d already read to her.

“‘Your scent is as plentiful as the sands,’” she read as she heard his approaching footsteps, “‘surrounding me with endless grains of your katra.’”

“Tirek’s prose has become a favorite of yours, has it not? You tend to revisit his verses many days after I have read them to you,” Koss noted as he moved to her side and leaned against his desk as he watched her nod up at him.

“His voice is so clear. It’s hard not to love his poetry,” she murmured, and Koss trailed the tips of two of his fingers down her neck. Humming in pleasure, she allowed her eyelids to flutter closed as she leaned into his touch. “Just like it’s impossible not to love you, sweetheart.”

Koss allowed himself to bask in the warmth of her praise for a moment before he marked her page in the book and closed it. Setting it to the side, he shuffled a few of his blueprints and laid one on top of the stack.

“There’s a new project I’d like you to take a look at,” he said as his heart sped up. Would she like it? As his lover leaned forward to take a look, Koss saw a smile spread over her face. He wondered which part of the design had caused it.

“Wow, this is going to be a beautiful home! If it’s not breaking some sort of client confidentiality, may I ask whose it’s going to be?” When he remained silent for a beat too long, she looked up at him. Swallowing nervously, Koss looked straight into his fiancee’s eyes as he spoke.

“Ours. The caverns below will remain unchanged, but this design will combine the two houses we have into one. We will have room to accommodate a family,” he admitted quietly, “but only if you wish it. If you would prefer that our homes remain separate, I will, of course, respect your choice.”

Her lips parted in surprise.

“This is for us?” When Koss nodded his head, his ashaya’s eyes filled with tears, and she practically dove into his arms. The joy he felt from her mind reassured him as he embraced her. Her voice came out muffled as she spoke against his shoulder. “Oh, Koss, I love it! You have no idea how much this means to me. You really didn’t have to go to all that trouble, but I’m so grateful. Thank you!”

Precious girl. How could she expect any less than the best from a lover who designs homes for a living? Did she not realize that he would build her townhouses and villas, monuments and castles, all at a mere hint from her sweet lips? She was his partner, and if anyone deserved to benefit from his skills, it was her. He would ensure her comfort and safety with his labor.

Nuzzling into her hair, Koss held her as close as he physically could without crushing her.

“Such efforts are no trouble...not when they are for you, my mate,” he murmured, and her shoulders trembled as quiet sniffles escaped her. Rubbing soft, comforting circles on her back, Koss helped her through her emotions.

Vaguely, he acknowledged that once, not too long ago, such emotional displays would have seemed trivial, perhaps even an annoyance to him. Since meeting his ashaya, though, he’d learned that Humans must face their emotions head on in order to move forward. It was a similar process to Vulcan emotions, but instead of simply meditating through them and suppressing them once they were acknowledged, Humans functioned differently. They had to ride their emotions out and have a healthy, periodic emotional release in order to remain in peak condition.

How did they do it? Koss was confounded by how Humans handled such strong, volatile feelings, much less how they made them work to their advantage. They were extraordinary beings, and in Koss’s humble opinion, he’d been mated by the best among them - an honor he never would have expected, but one he was dead-set on remaining worthy of.

-- Six Months Later --

At the appointed time, Koss stood in the center of the courtyard and struck the marriage gong. Unlike his previous nuptials, this time, the weight of his ornate ceremonial robes was completely inconsequential as they billowed around him in the heat of Vulcan’s suns. He watched as his betrothed stepped through the gateway into the courtyard, and his chest swelled with pride at her beauty.

Everything about this ceremony would be done in accordance with Vulcan tradition with two notable exceptions at his ashaya’s request. First, the gown that she wore was white in color rather than purple as Vulcan tradition would have dictated. Koss couldn’t help but admire her radiance as she walked across the ancient stone with Ambassador Soval at her side. The second exception was that the Ambassador would give her away in accordance with another Earth tradition. She claimed that as he had been a close friend and confidant of her father’s, he deserved the honor. Koss hadn’t really understood the importance of this particular addition, but if it was significant to the woman he loved, then he wasn’t about to refuse her.

As the Ambassador escorted her to the center of the courtyard and gave her a polite bow, Koss couldn’t take his eyes off his bride. Hyperaware of their bond on this most important of days, he tried to convey through emotion alone how much he adored her.

Technically, they weren’t supposed to have formed the mental bond until after the ceremony, but the early occurrence of the pon farr was a commonly accepted exception to that rule. The blush that colored her cheeks at the strength of his affection was more gratifying to him than even the grandest of his architectural successes. 

Though, logically, Koss was aware of the presence of the guests and the priest conducting the ceremony, the world narrowed to just the two of them as they knelt in front of each other before the brazier. The heat of the ceremonial flames burned as hot as Vulcan blood, bathing them both in a warm glow as they touched the first two fingers of their hands together in a chaste ozh’esta.

“What ye are about to witness comes down from the time of the beginning without change. This is the Vulcan heart. This is the Vulcan soul. This is our way,” the Vulcan priest’s voice sent a hush through the crowd, but it faded into a gentle buzz for Koss and his bride. This had been a long time coming for both of them.

Afterward, as the pair were congratulated by the various guests in attendance, the crowd parted and went quiet. Koss’s parents approached the new couple, and everyone was waiting with bated breath to see what they would do. His mother’s eyes skimmed the bride briefly before turning to her son. Likely remembering the polite diligence with which her new daughter-in-law had answered her many questions, her own sense of etiquette prevailed. She murmured her congratulations, placed a supportive hand on Koss’s shoulder, and made her way toward one of the arched doorways to take her leave.

That was not the negative reaction that Koss had anticipated. It certainly was not overtly positive, but he would gladly accept neutrality. That was a solid foundation upon which they could build.

Koss’s father, however, greeted the pair warmly. Standing tall and proud in his formal robes, he looked between both of them with the closest thing to affection that a Vulcan could express in public.

“My sincerest congratulations to you, my son,” he stated before fixing his son’s bride with a warm gaze. “As for you, ko-fu, I bid you welcome to our family. I believe you will fit your new role effortlessly.”

“Thank you, osu. Forgive me, but my Vuhlkansu is still a work in progress. What does ‘ko-fu’ mean?”

At her question, Kollos leaned in a little further with a twinkle in his eyes and an almost-smile tugging at his lips.

“It means ‘daughter.’” While she processed the implications of his answer, Kollos excused himself and made his way through the crowd. Barely registering his father’s interaction with one of his bride’s friends from Earth, Koss and his wife returned to the task of speaking with their guests.

His Adun’a’s friends from the Enterprise even made a point of attending, much to her joy. Commander Shran and Captain Archer in particular offered them their sincerest congratulations, as well as a large bottle of Andorian ale. Koss even got a handshake from the Andorian, though, he didn’t bother to try explaining to him the significance of such a gesture in Vulcan culture. Given the amusement in Archer’s eyes, Koss gathered that the Commander would find out once the two men were safely back on the Enterprise.

After much mingling, Koss managed to sneak his wife away for a moment alone. As soon as they were out of sight in a small stone alcove, he did what he realized he’d wanted to do since the moment he found her scratching I’Tol’s belly in her new backyard: he caught one of her hands in his, cupped the back of her head with the other, and rested his forehead against his wife’s, savoring their closeness.

This serene interlude was filled with the weight of all the sentiments they’d both dared give voice to since his initial confession in the caverns. Koss felt he’d said all that he could, but it would never be enough to fully express his feelings. He would never stop telling her how much he loved her, but this moment deserved something more.

While he held the back of her head, he used the techniques his father had so diligently taught him to initiate a brief mind meld. Their marital bond shared a great deal, but a mind meld was a more complete form of communication. She knew the significance of such a gesture and the associated risks as well as Koss did, so when she felt the connection between them open up even wider, she gasped.

But she deserved this much. To her husband, she needed to see how deeply he loved her, especially on the day of their bonding.

When he ended the meld, he wasn’t surprised to find her lips seeking his. As Koss kissed his wife, luxuriating in the simple joy of the knowledge that he was hers, he couldn’t help but feel grateful for his old mentor’s advice about beginning again and for Soval’s nudge in the right direction. Without those, he might never have grasped the unexpected warmth that had stumbled into his life and his heart, nor had the courage to tell her how he felt.

“Hey, lovebirds, how about a picture to mark the occasion?” Captain Archer asked from a few feet behind them. Giving a smile that sent Koss’s heart thudding faster in his side, his wife coaxed him into following her former commanding officer back into the center of the courtyard.

After a few shots of the new couple together, the Captain set his camera on a stone, activated the timer, and pulled Commander Shran over to join them in the frame. Koss and his wife posed in the center, the latter throwing an arm around the Andorian’s shoulders, while Soval and Archer flanked either side of the trio. Looking beside him at the small group, Koss realized there were bound to be several new frames on their mantle by the time their two homes were combined into one.

~*~*~

Vulcan Words:

Nemaiyo na’ t’nash-veh ha’kiv = Thank you for my life

Ashau nash-veh du = I love you

ashaya = love

k’diwa = a shortened version of k’hat’n’dlawa (a person who is half of one’s katra)

Ashal-veh = darling

sa-fu = son

osu = sir

ko-fu = daughter

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[searenbound]

You gonna drop the potion recipe or…

You’ll need a few things first so items list

A thick metal pitcher or bowl with pouring spout+ spoon to stir

Reusable teabags

Olive oil

Coconut oil

Avocado oil

I use these essential oils but they are optional and customizable based on your preference: rosemary, lavender, lemongrass, ginger, frankincense, and tea tree oils

Dried rosemary and peppermint/tea infuser

Oatmeal

Rice

Beeswax

Baby shampoo(I use Johnson’s but that’s optional, all that matters is it’s a gentle cleanser)

About 32 ounces of water(I use bottled water but once again it’s optional)

Measuring spoons

Cheesecloth and funnel/strainer to filter

Something large enough to hold the mixture,

A spray bottle(s)

Let’s make our base

You’ll need 1 tbs oatmeal and 1 teaspoons each of the rosemary and mint inside your infuser method of choice.

Place in pot with a cup of water and bring it to a rolling boil then let sit to steep

While boiling/steeping your oat mixture, you can make your rice water

Measure out a cup of rice and wash with clean water 3-4 times until no longer cloudy, the last wash is what you’ll keep

You’ll need at least a cup of this rice water and can do as you please with the access if you have any

Now you combine both mixtures, this is your base for the rest of the conditioner spray

Adding the oils and beeswax

Add your base and a cup of plain water into the pitcher on medium high heat

Add 2 teaspoons of each of olive, avocado and coconut oils

1 1/2 teaspoons of beeswax

3 tablespoons of baby shampoo

Mix until fully incorporated, you’ll know once your wax is fully melted.

Take off heat and mix in 1/4 teaspoons each of your essential oils if you’re using any

Straining

Since we’re using wax and oils in this you’ll have to strain the mixture to filter out the excess oils that didn’t dissolve into the mixture

Take your second container and place the funnel/strainer over it and place the cheesecloth in the funnel/strainer

Pour slowly and take brakes between pours to prevent spills

Once all poured move the funnel/strainer and cheesecloth to the original container or a third container and filter a second time

Repeat at least 2 more times or however many times you feel necessary

Now you can finally bottle it and use how you please, I use it to condition and detangle my hair as well as a toner and makeup remover

[jay-birbs-can-draw]

So I was rewatching Earthspark (season 1) again and for some reason I wanted to know how much Energon Bumblebee lost during that one part in Home Part 2

Because science is just someone going “ooo I wonder what happens if-“

That’s me.

Anyways I counted the time from when the main tube went into his throat (27:27) and when he got cut down (31:40) and I just rounded that to 4 minutes and 20 seconds because why not right?

And I was doing this with one of my friends and she said the amount going through the tube in those little sections looked like half a cup (3 fluid ounces) an there was one of those every 3/4 of a second pretty much.

Like this part ^

Anyway a bunch of math later that added up to 1,040 fluid ounces which is 8.125 gallons which is 30.756 liters

And then based on the symptoms after he got down (lack of awareness and stuff since he didn’t react to Twitch getting thrown into a train) we decided he lost between 30% and 50% of his Energon (using our handy dandy blood loss chart)

Also there were so many ads

She’s so good at spelling.

Anyway yeah that’s it thanks for coming to my ramble have a nice day

[cheesus-doodles]

The Flag We Serve Under: Chapter 3

Yandere Azur Lane

Masterlist

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<< Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

took me longer than expected to get this finished, but glad its done regardless! look forward to something else being posted soon as well (secret heheh)

The sudden wave of silence that washed over your pounding ears as you closed the door behind you was a relief in itself; you didn’t think there had been a time since you graduated from Officer school where you have had to meet so many new faces. Even the few steps you staggered to the comfort of your well-worn office chair was hard fought; it wouldn’t be an exaggeration if you stated that it took every ounce of energy you had left. Slumping down into what was once a plush, comfortable seat, you were completely drained and utterly exhausted, commander cap laying abandoned atop a scattering of reports and maps across the large wooden desk. How many new girls did you meet today? Was this just a taste of what was destined to be your life going forward? An endless crushing cycle of strategic meetings and paperwork, trapped by your sense of duty to those under your command? A question neither you nor the quiet world had neither answers to, yet one you couldn’t simply let go just yet.

Letting out a long sigh, you reluctantly pulled yourself up, bringing your tired attention back to the mess in front of you - where was it again you had left off before you had been summoned to Naval HQ? The words only seemed to blur together in defiance, tap dancing across the paper when you tried to will yourself to focus. Seconds ticked by feeling more like hours, and your eyelids only felt more and more weighed down by the neverending senseless papers. You let out a groan, throwing up your arms and the report along with them, though you were quick to grab them before the loose leaves of papers could fall out of order; the last thing you wanted was to have to sort through what you had already packed previously. Not while you still had so many other papers to go through and pack. Curse your unordered past self.

At least you could be grateful that your office was mercifully quiet, devoid of any other soul save for your own (a stretch, given you felt pretty dead at the moment), and that the rest of your schedule laid empty and unoccupied; the heavy wooden doors and its creaky hinges that you had to fight everyday to open sealing off the hustle and bustle from the busy outside. You remembered a time when you hated every moment you spent in this damned place, the light flooding in through giant windows you had your back to only reminding you of the open ocean that you lost the chance to experience; never would you have ever expected this place, usually associated with a long, hectic day, to suddenly become an elusive paradise on your former peaceful base. 

It had already been a long day, surely (with a nice helpful side of crossed fingers), surely the world wasn’t going to not end if you left work a little early for the day as a well-earned break. Finally taking notice of the now cold, abandoned cup of what you were sure was coffee sitting at the corner of your desk, you grimaced as you chugged it down in one go; it was still the ghost of what was left of your drink for one, and for two, you didn’t want Alabama to see all her hard work learning how to operate the coffee machine go down the drain. She would never forgive you. 

The shuffling and crinkling of papers was all that filled the last few minutes of your work day as you tried your hand at some last minute organization for your future self, though a knock at your door quickly distracted you from stuffing files and maps alike into your briefcase for some nighttime light reading (or so you hoped at least). “Come in,” you called out, though it was clear whoever it was that had just burst into your office hadn’t even waited for your response. 

Two white ponytails tossed backwards in her draft as Alabama wandered into the room holding several files, her half-lidded eyes and neutral expression giving little clue as to her mood beneath, though you did notice those red eyes scanning your table. “You’re leaving already?”

“Ah, Alabama. For the day, yes,” you replied, before continuing to struggle with sliding the papers into your bag in tact. Why wouldn’t these fit? “Did you need anything before I go?”

But it wasn’t the answer that the tanned battleship girl was looking for. “I meant on that…trip.”

Your gaze snapped up, sharpening as it met Alabama’s. “Who told you about that?” 

But the other wasn’t the slightest phrased from your pointed question. “So it’s true. You are going somewhere.”

“Alabama, you might be my secretary but that’s classified information. Who did you hear that from?”

She once more ignored your question. “So where are we going?”

You threw your hands up in exasperation for the second time - you really weren’t going to get any answers around here that easily, huh? “I,” you emphasized. “Am going on a classified mission. Which you will not be able to join me on. You will be staying here with everyone else.”

“When?”

“We’re setting sail tomorrow, late morning.” Looking over your desk one more time to make sure that there would be no need for a return trip, you finally lifted yourself up from your office chair, the worn chair rolling back with a groaning protest to make space. The other simply nodded along as she turned to face the door, waiting to leave with you as she always did.

And then something clicked behind Alabama’s crimson eyes, your words only just registering - you swore that the tanned girl would have broken her spine with how fast she whirled around if she was just a human like you. “Wait, what do you mean I’m not going?”

You picked up your briefcase, and in one smooth move, swung it over one shoulder while lifting your commander cap off the table and back onto your head with your free hand. “It’s what I said. You can’t come on this one.” 

“So who’s going?”

“That’s classified.”

“Where are you going?”

“That’s classified.”

A few paces were all you could take till you were face to face with Alabama, the other refusing to budge. “Then you aren’t going,” she stated, as if it was enough to resolve the matter. The tension in the air was palpable, what was essentially divulging into a standoff between you and her; not that you could blame the battleship girl. After all, it would be the first time since you became a full-fledged commander, the first time since she joined your ranks, that you would have ever traveled anywhere without her. 

You sighed, shaking your head as you side-stepped her, waving at her to walk with you. “If only it was so simple, Alabama,” you said willfully, the evening rays having just started to dance through the closed windows that framed the deserted corridors outside of your office. The bustling sounds of life from the sudden influx of new girls under your command still echoed down these hallways, their chattering merging and muffling into the new normal background sound of the once quiet forward base out in the middle of the ocean you called home. “Orders from the top, unfortunately.”

Alabama seemed to instantly know what you were referring to, looking mighty unimpressed. “That call?”

You nodded. Stepping out to the sight of a pink sky, you squinted in the direction of the setting sun, taking in the beautiful glittering ocean that stretched infinitely into the distant horizon against the glare. You shouldn’t, but you wanted to. “It’s a lot later than I had thought. Would you like to get some dinner, Alabama?”

“Dinner sounds good,” she instantly agreed - it was at least clear to her that you were extending an opportunity for her to probe this matter a bit more deeply. You didn’t like to leave your closest friend out to dry. “Now?”

“How about thirty minutes’ time?” You patted your briefcase. “I'd like to go and drop these off first.”

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“Enterprise?!” Akagi gnashed her teeth, eyes narrowing dangerously, knuckles turning white how tight her fist was. “How dare they?!” Of all the possible minders those fuckwits at Naval HQ could send with you-

“That’s enough, Akagi.” Nagato ordered, though the solemn expression on her face at the news was as clear as day, with Yamashiro all but quaking where she stood, attempting to hide behind the figure of her older sister Fusou. There was no doubt the higher-ups at Azur Lane knew of - and were absolutely taking advantage of - the rocky history between the Grey Ghost and the Sakura Empire; it seemed like those clunkerheads had finally awoken to the value you brought as a full-fledged commander and had the incentive to keep you safe. 

Kaga seemed to be simply caught in the middle, glancing back and forth between her sister and the Sakura Empires’ Combined Fleet Flagship and Emperor with much uncertainty. Despite the moon having already hung amidst the starless skies for several hours now, the dim, flickering ceremonial fires that warmed the court were still lit, though the usual bamboo partitioning curtain that obstructed the view of Nagato having been raised to fully reveal the small figure of the girl with the fox ears, dwarfed by the riggings of her battleship around her; a highly uncommon sight on top of the late night meeting, she determined. 

She wasn’t certain what was going on at the moment, what with this…obsession (if she had to term it) they had with you, an unknown “Commander” she had never met. Was there something so special about you which would warrant such fanfare? But no doubt it wasn’t the right time to investigate this matter, the tension already weighing heavy in the air, almost too heavy to breathe. The white-haired dared not even shift should the wood beneath creak.

The single minute that passed before Nagato spoke again was agonizing. “Is there nothing we can do?” Her child-like voice echoed throughout the otherworldly silent room.“Yamashiro, Fusou, did they say anything else?”

The two black-haired mikos snapped back to attention, glancing at each other before Fusou responded. “I think they mentioned that the Commander was already underway with her escort, Nagato-sama.”

“Did our contact say anything about a limit of stay for the Commander?”

“No, I do not recall such a message being passed along.”

Akagi and Nagato shared a look, a simple meeting of eyes that communicated so much. It seemed that they had a plan. “Everyone except Akagi is dismissed. Thank you for your time.” Nagato ordered, a final dismissal that warranted no further questions. And so the younger of the two from the First Carrier Division was forced to leave her older sister behind, following Fusou and Yamashiro as they excused themselves with a deep both, the silhouettes of both shipgirls left in quiet discussions disappearing behind the rising stairs as Kaga returned to their shared abode alone.

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Letting out a yawn, you stretched out across your deck chair, lazily adjusting your sunglasses before they could slip off your face. It wasn’t something you should be doing per se, openly relaxing in front of those under your command, and you were sure to receive hell if upper management caught wind of it, but you were really too winded to care too much. Safe to say, last night’s talk with Alabama hadn’t gone as well as you had hoped, though fortunately neither had it turned into the worst case scenario that you had replayed over and over in your mind. You did have to break some of the confidentiality agreements to tell Alabama who you were sailing with and to let her accompany you part-way, but it was the least you could do to ease her anxiety.

The late morning sun was warm through your uniform, the whip of the ocean breeze as the aircraft carrier slightly glided through the water cool enough to stop any perspiration from forming. It was amazing to sail the great blue again; no matter how many times you made the journey, the vast ocean would never cease to amaze and humble you. Two distinct sets of heels clicking across the wooden deck caught your ear, and you looked up to meet two sets of eyes glancing down at you.

“Commander.” “Commander.” 

You had of course heard of the legendary Big E from your colleagues back at Naval HQ despite having never had the opportunity to work alongside her, and no one - not even Alabama - would have ever gotten you to admit to the internal fangirling you had allowed yourself to indulge in in the privacy of your own room the night you found out you would be sailing with the famed aircraft carrier. After all, she was almost a mythical figure among the commanders, a capable, reliable and battle-hardened shipgirl whomst tales you had relegated to you time and time again by the veteran commanders. But your white-haired battleship friend was already narrowing those crimson eyes at you in suspicion, and so you swallowed your excitement. 

Reluctantly pulling yourself up from your exceedingly comfortable position, you acknowledged the two arrivals. “Enterprise, Alabama,” you returned their greeting with a firm nod. Lifting your arm to take a glance at your watch, you stood up, adjusting your cap. “It’s about time?”

It was about time to part ways with Alabama - she couldn’t accompany the two of you any further without risking exposing the destination of your mission, and that was a part of the confidentiality that you couldn’t risk exposing. The white-haired battleship girl already had her rigging on, one tanned hand firmly wrapped around that signature red scythe. But it was the look of uncertainty behind those tired eyes that had you sighing. You couldn’t just leave your bestfriend hanging. “Enterprise, if you could give us a minute?”

“Of course.”

A moment of silence as the Eagle Union carrier strolled off purposefully in the opposite direction before you turned to face Alabama once more. “Alabama-”

“You’ll stay safe?” She interrupted, pulling you into a tight hug that underlaid the worry absent from her expression. “And come home quickly?”

You broke into a smile, reassuringly patting her arm. With how tight this hug was and how much your face was being pushed into her chest, you were sure that Alabama was all but trying to merge you into her. “I promise. I’ll be back before you realize it, take care of the girls for me, alright?”

The reluctance as the battleship released you from her grip was palpable, but Alabama finally moved to leave. “See you later,” she mouthed, before leaping off the deck of Enterprise. You waved at her as her much smaller figure skated across the water till she disappeared from sight, before collapsing back into your deck chair. The things you would do just to keep your girls happy - you could only hope your one-up never found out. 

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The large Torii gate that seemed to stand atop the shimmering water greeted you as the manifested aircraft carrier sailed into the territorial waters for the Sakura Empire, the bow of the enormous ship cutting through the waves silently. Looking down from the command center nestled near the top of the superstructure, you bit back the sigh you felt emerging from your throat, with Enterprise standing just to the right of your shoulder, violet eyes scanning the world outside through the large glass panes. You had been hustled inside the moment the two of you had crossed the line between No-Man’s Sea and the Sakura Empire waters, and you had no doubt that Enterprise took her job as your bodyguard very seriously - who knew what she had been briefed on by Naval HQ? 

But you were sure that no harm would come to you.

From a distance, you spotted two figures approaching - shipgirls, one you identified as Kawakaze, and the other who you didn’t recognize, skating across the water towards the slowing carrier with a small boat in tow, signaling with a handheld light for permission to approach. Clearly they weren’t looking for a fight, you reasoned, glancing back at Enterprise. “Let them aboard,” you ordered, standing from your commander’s seat and grabbing your coat. “I’ll head down to meet them.”

“I’ll come with you.”

“Commander,” Kawakaze greeted, bowing slightly, waving her hand towards the girl next to her with a set of horns protruding from beneath her black fringe, dressed in what seemed like a modified set of school uniform. “This is Noshiro, an Agano-class light cruiser. We’re here to accompany you to the main island.” 

You noted amusedly that they were very studious in ignoring Enterprise’s presence, but seeing that the other hardly seemed bothered by the slightest, and was instead studying the two Sakura girls, you decided not to bring it up. “Thank you for the warm welcome. I didn’t expect Lady Nagato to send her handmaiden just for little old me.” 

Kawakaze broke into a rare smile as she beckoned for you to follow, helping you gently into the small boat that the two towed, but said nothing more. A distance away, you watched with awe as the enormous aircraft carried de-manifested, Enterprise landing on the water surface with her rigging now attached to her, bow in hand. The waters nearer the main island were too shallow to dock, but you weren’t complaining. No, you were happy to watch the ocean speed by as the island neared, the pink of the evening sky a twin match for the lightly swaying cherry blossom trees that grew larger and larger as your group approached.

The little girl with the enormous riggings, decorated with red and white-banded shimenawa, stood out amidst the golden beach.

“Commander!” Nagato cleared her throat, straightening up as best she could as you were helped out from the boat and instead doing a little curtsy, her equipment following the graceful movement with nay a creak. “I mean- Commander. Welcome to the Sakura Empire.” 

“This is a much bigger reception that I thought I would receive.” You chuckled, instead spreading your arms in an undeniable invitation. And in an instant, all pretense of formality evaporated, Nagato flying forward to accept your offered hug, careful to avoid smacking her rigging into you - goodness knows how fragile you were next to shipgirls like them. “I don’t think I ever was your commander, Lady Nagato. But it is good to see you again.”

Enterprise looked curious, you noted, but you didn’t explain any further, nor did any of the Sakura Empire girls elaborate. None of your fleet knew of your past before you became a Commander, and despite you thinking that it wasn’t a big deal, telling Enterprise before any of your other girls might stir a storm that you rather not have to deal with. 

“Please, just Nagato.” The black-haired girl mumbled into your ear, a light flush brushing across her cheeks for a fraction of a second before she cleared her throat and pulled away, the redness of her face already gone. Lightly tugging at your hand for you to follow her, no one mentioned anything that she never did let go. “Follow me. I’ll show you to your quarters.”

“I assume we will be sharing the same accommodation,” Enterprise spoke up for the first time since her arrival, though her even and surprisingly soft voice carried the authority and weight of a ship of her might.

Nagato simply nodded. “Of course.”

They had to get you away from your chaperone and somewhere private, but that was a plan for a later time. For now, it was to get you settled in, nice and comfortable, and everything else would fall into place.

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Back at the forward base, Alabama let off another volley of shots into the open ocean, letting out a huff of frustration. How could you, she fumed, the whirl of her guns as they reloaded barely audible over the sound of crashing waves. More so, how dare you?! How dare you leave her behind to run off with Enterprise, of all people to god knows where?

So what if you had a “classified mission” from Naval HQ? Those clowns barely knew what they were doing from their high throne, you should have just turned them down and ignored it. Was it that you liked Enterprise, what with her legendary status? She saw the admiration in your eyes, and it made her blood boil. Was it that she had white hair too? Was it because Enterprise was an aircraft carrier and Alabama was just a battleship?

She was the one who had served you loyally all these years, standing by your side through thick and thin, protecting you from the fuckheads at Naval HQ. She was the first ship in your fleet, your secretary ship, your bodyguard. She should be your only.

Gritting her teeth, the firing of her large guns temporarily overpowered the niggling voices in the back of her mind, the smell of gunpowder clearing her head. Alabama took a deep breath. No, she wouldn’t be letting you go so easily.

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From a short distance away, South Dakota simply observed. Like the rest of the Eagle Union ships, she had recently been transferred under your command, where the youngest of her sisters had been part of your fleet for a substantial amount of time. But this was most unlike Alabama - the battleship had been stewing for the past day, as difficult as it was to believe, her bad mood written across those half-lidded eyes. Alabama had always been the easygoing, lazy sister in the South Dakota-class, and to see her this worked up; it was worrying.

SIghing, South Dakota shook her head, turning around and heading back to base, leaving Alabama out alone on the waves. There was no doubt your secretary ship was plotting something, seeing how protective she was of you - but as to what, she would have to wait to find out.

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tags: @lexthetiredstudent, @bbbexee, @noncon-photobomb

[madmaudlingoes]

How to Dye Wool with Kool Aid

I live tweeted this a while ago, but since Twitter is now on life support, and in the spirit of making crafts more accessible, here are my adventures in Kool Aid Dyeing.

WTF Kool Aid?

Yep! The powdered drink mix (without any sugar) functions as an acid dye -- the citric acid flavoring binds the pigment to the fiber. This can dye any protein based fiber (eg wool, silk, alpaca, cashmere) but won’t work on cellulose (eg cotton, linen, Tencel) or synthetics. If you have a wool blend, which a lot of sock yarn is, the synthetic portion may get hidden by the dyed wool -- or you may get a cool stripey effect from the mix of dyed/undyed fibers.

No really, why Kool Aid?

I mean, any powdered drink mix could work here -- the point is that it’s very cheap, easily accessible, and food safe. That last bit matters because if your dye isn’t food safe, you have to acquire pots/cups/pyrex that is Only For Dye if you don’t wanna get poisoned. So this is an accessible way to try dyeing your own materials with minimal upfront costs.

Adding a cut bc this gets image heavy.

[image ID: four clear plastic jars with yellow screw-on lids. In front of them are several packets of Kool-Aid.]

Here are my supplies: packets of Kool Aid in Mixed Berry, Grape, and Sharkleberry Finn. What's a sharkleberry? Do not ask, friend. Do not ask.

The jars in the background are breast milk containers because they have volume markings and I have a lot laying around. Measuring cups and old jars or Tupperware would work just as well.

[image ID: four jars of brightly colored liquids, with the torn-off tops of Kool-Aid packets to identify the colors. Mixed Berry is dark blue, Grape is almost black, and Sharkleberry Fin is a salmon pink.]

Here's what my "stock solutions" look like, dissolved in four oz of tap water. The color you get is based on the ratio of powder to fiber, and I'm aiming for 1 packet per ounce of wool. Dissolving it like this just lets me mix colors without going off that ratio or messing around with partial packets.

[image ID: on a stovetop, two hanks of white yarn each sit in a clear Pyrex bowl of water. Next to each bowl is a clear plastic jar with some amount of Kool-Aid mix in it. The jar on the left is very dark blue; the jar on the right is muted purple.)

(Please ignore my gross stove.)

While i was mixing the kool aid, my fiber was soaking to get it really, really wet, which helps to get an even color. The jars next to each bowl are my mixed colors - 1:1 blue to purple on the left, and 1:3 blue to pink on the right. I've got another bowl that's going to be just blue.

[image ID:three Pyrex bowls of yarn and dye arranged on a stove top. Two of the bowls are full of blue dye and one is full of purple dye.]

Here is what the bowls of dye look like when it's first added. I'm using microwave safe containers (pyrex) because besides the acid, this method also requires heat - courtesy of my microwave, which is not pictured because it's even grosser than the stove. I take turns zapping each bowl for two minutes at a time, checking in between to see whether the dye has exhausted.

[image ID: purple yarn in a Pyrex bowl full of water. The water is slightly milky but contains no trace of purple.]

This is what I mean by "exhausted". All the color has been absorbed by the yarn, and the water that was purple now looks milky/clear. If you use too much dye (=too many packets of Kool Aid at once) the bath will never exhaust. The blues took longer than the purple to exhaust, but they all were done after about 5-7 microwave rides.

[image ID: a Pyrex bowl of blue yarn sitting in water. The water is still faintly blue, but far less so than it started out.]

Here's the almost exhausted blue mix. Notice how the cotton twine I used to tie up my hanks is still white? I let this one cool with a bit of color still in the water just because I didn't want to boil it (that gets you felt).

[image ID: three hanks of yarn arranged in a metal colander. The one on the right appears vivid turquoise; the one on the left is a more muted teal; the one in the middle is a dull pinkish purple.]

Once they cooled, I transferred the yarns to a colander to rinse out any kool-aid residue and drip dry. At this point, my kitchen smelled like hot kool-aid, or possibly hair-flavored Twizzlers.

[image ID: three hanks of yarn hanging from hooks on a towel rack. They are turquoise, teal, and purple from left to right.]

Here's what the dried hanks look like hanging up in my bathroom. The one in the middle was the blue-purple mix, while the one on the left was a whole packet of blue on .7 ounces of yarn, so slight more saturated. The purple doesn't photograph well, especially next to the other two, but it’s a muted violet-gray shade.

So that's kool aid dying! You can use this to dye white yarn or fabric, or to overdye other colors. This page from the Wayback Machine gives a lot of good tips on how to combine colors, though some of the flavors are out of date. (No sharkleberry, for instance.)

[flatfuckfridays]

Awwhh, sweet boy. Many forehead kisses to you <3

Okay, we need the following!

Ingredients

5 ounces of almonds

5 ounces of walnuts

5 ounces of pistachios

1 pound of phyllo dough

1 cup of melted butter

1 cup of water

1 and a ⅓ cup of sugar

½ cup of honey

1 teaspoon of ground cinnamon

1 whole cinnamon stick

⅓ teaspoon ground cloves

Think you can all gather these? Might be a bit of a challenge but I’m sure you’ll do fine! I forget we’re dead sometimes, funny how that works!

- 🔮

[We baklava posting now bois]

@bubble-anon-responds @dinonuggiesanon @snekanondoesdumbshit

[abramsbooks]

RECIPE: Pollo in Guajillo (from Asada by Bricia Lopez and Javier Cabral)

This grilled chicken has gotten me through so many long days working at Guelaguetza. There were times when I ate it for lunch every day, sometimes with a big salad, sometimes with homestyle french fries, or with rice, beans, and tortillas. It tastes great any way you eat it and it reheats beautifully. This is a solid recipe to make on a Sunday and eat throughout the week. I purposely did not soak the chiles, in order to create a rustic marinade that has more texture; the flavor of burnt chile once it is grilled makes this chicken recipe stand out.

Serves 4

12 guajillo chiles (1¾ ounces/50 g), stems and seeds removed

½ large white onion (5. ounces/150 g), roughly chopped

8 cloves garlic, peeled

¼ teaspoon black peppercorns (about 12 peppercorns)

1 whole clove

1 tablespoon dried Mexican oregano

2 tablespoons grapeseed oil

¼ cup (60 ml) orange juice

2 tablespoons seasoned rice vinegar

2 tablespoons fresh lime juice

¼ teaspoon ground cinnamon

1½ tablespoons sea salt

2 pounds (910 g) bone-in chicken thighs

In a cast-iron skillet over medium heat, lightly toast the chiles, about 2 to 3 minutes on each side. Remove from the skillet and set aside.

In the same skillet, add the onion and garlic, turning once or twice until they are lightly charred, about 10 minutes. Remove from the skillet and set aside.

Add the peppercorns, clove, and dried oregano to the pan and lightly toast until they are aromatic, about 2 minutes. Transfer the toasted spices and oregano to a molcajete or spice grinder and grind until finely ground.

In a high-performance blender or food processor, add the toasted chiles, onion, garlic, ground spices and oregano, oil, orange juice, rice vinegar, lime juice, cinnamon, and salt. Blend until most of the chiles have come apart.

Pat the chicken dry with paper towels. Using a gallon-size resealable bag, add the marinade and the chicken. Seal and let sit in the refrigerator for at least 30 minutes or overnight.

Remove the chicken thighs in their marinade from the fridge to allow them to reach room temperature before grilling.

Start a charcoal or gas grill. The gas should be set to high. If using a pellet grill, preheat your grill to 450°F (230°C) for at least 15 minutes. If using charcoal, the coals should be red but entirely covered with gray ash.

Remove the chicken from the marinade and put them on the grill directly over the medium fire, skin side up. Close the lid and cook, turning once, about 15 minutes on each side. The chicken is cooked when its internal temperature reaches 175°F (79°C) on a meat thermometer. Transfer the meat to a cutting board and let rest for 5 minutes.

Oaxaca authors Bricia Lopez and Javier Cabral are back with the first major cookbook about how to create asada—Mexican-style grilled meat—at home

In millions of backyards across Southern California, an asada means a gathering of family, friends, great music, cold drinks, good times, and community—all centered around the primal allure of juicy, smoky grilled meat with flavors and spices traditional to Mexico. The smell of asada is a cloud of joy that lingers in the streets of Los Angeles. With Asada: The Art of Mexican-Style Grilling, Mexican food authorities and the authors of Oaxaca, Bricia Lopez and Javier Cabral, are back with more than 100 recipes that show you how to prepare the right dishes and drinks for your next carne asada gathering. Asada will both guide you in crafting mouthwatering food and inspire the right laidback atmosphere.

Everyone says they love a spicy margarita and asada tacos, but very few understand the culture that informs these flavors. Divided into the eight crucial elements of any carne asada: botanas (appetizers), carnes (meats), mariscos (seafood), side dishes and vegetables, salsas, aguas frescas, cocktails, and dessert, Asada walks you through every step. From Lopez’s secret “michelada marinade” to game-changing salsas that will elevate any grilled meat, this cookbook is the ultimate guide to making and beginning to understand the magic of asada.

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