#i read ‘jewelry maker’ and i just couldn’t resist

[othcrworlds]

“ hey — it’s only awkward if we make it awkward, right? ” an encouraging smile lifted the corners of his lips; it served to directly combat the weariness etched within her words. “ besides, who else am i going to talk about stone setting with? ”

open — anyone! okay to assume connection! muse — clara bailey, 27 - 29 / jewelry maker

“ right well —- this isn’t awkward or anything… “ 

[starlightsearches]

The Runaway — Chapter 2

It was supposed to be like any other bounty. Just another job. But when Din Djarin meets a runaway trying to escape a tragic past and a bleak future, everything changes.

Masterlist

Din Djarin x f!reader (no y/n)

Series Warnings: Language, canon-typical violence, mentions of abuse.

AN: No additional warnings for this chapter! Let me know what you think 💖

"No," the word rips from him, automatic, unstoppable and a sick buzzing fills Din’s ears. He wouldn't do this. Couldn't do this. He wasn't going to kill you.

"Why not?" You're surprised, somehow, disappointed that he's resistant to the thought of ending your life. Din isn't a fool, he knows that he is uncommonly accustomed to violence compared to most. His made a career in bloodshed, but it's different for you—violence has become a part of you, like that scar. It's shaped your world. You don't recognize the toll it would take on him. The price that should be paid when one person hurts another.

"I'm not going to kill you." Once again, Din is finding himself feeling woefully unprepared. He’s finally adjusted to life with the child—almost feeling normal again after everything that had happened. He took this job to get back to it, as Cara had suggested, a wish that seems futile now. There was no returning to the closed-off, black and white life he had before. His world had already been blown wide open, and there was no going back.

“I know that I’m asking . . . a lot,” you say, leaning in closer, “but there’s no way out of this for me. Not alive. If you take me back to my father, I’m dead. If you take me to some other planet, I’ll be hunted again, and then I’ll end up dead. If that's all that there is left for me, I want it to be on my terms.” You see all of him, he thinks, as you place your hand against the breast plate, begging. The pressure of your fingers is distributed by the beskar, masking the familiarity that this kind of contact should bring, but Din still flinches. It’s too hot aboard the ship, too hot for all the layers Din wears. He can’t remember the last time he felt this uncomfortable in his armor—can’t remember the last time he wished for some other title, for something else besides the helmet and the Clan.

“I won’t do it.” Din stands from the pilot’s seat, crossing his arms over his chest. He looms over you, hoping you can see that he means it—his mind has been made. Before you can react, he’s released the cuffs, pulling them from your wrists and reattaching them to his belt. You turn to watch him as he walks towards the exit hatch, any question you could ask dying on your lips. The air turns solid with possibility, both of you watching each other, neither sure what you might say, what journey could begin from this small act.

“We have food,” Din finally speaks, cursing internally—it sounds stupid and hollow after the conversation you've just had, but he presses on. “Would you like to eat?”

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You sit on the cot below deck, eyes flitting around every part of the cargo area as you pick at the food he's found for you—some hard cheeses, a few dried fruits. Din stands against the wall, watching you in the low light. Sunlight streams in through the open hatch, along with a soft, warm breeze, but neither make it too far into the ship, as if stopped by some invisible force, keeping the atmosphere dim and private.

Din takes his eyes off of you for just a moment, glancing without turning his head towards the child's cradle in the corner. He's still asleep, as he had been when Din first came down the ladder to check on him, instructing you to wait at the top for just a moment, to make sure that everything was in order, that there'd be no surprises. He didn't think that you'd try to hurt him, or run, or, gods forbid, hurt yourself, but he can't be too careful. You've made it clear you have nothing to lose.

When he looks back to you, Din finds that your eyes are already on him, and he tenses minutely under the full force of your gaze, his face growing hotter, and for a moment he wonders if you'll notice the red in his cheeks—before he remembers.

"Tell me about your father," he says, hoping to distract himself from his momentary lapse, and you startle, unaware that you had been engaged in an impromptu staring contest. It does make Din feel better—at least he's not the only one who feels caught of guard.

"My father is Iven Avishar. He owns half of the Nothiri system. And the first time he tried to kill me, I was eleven years old." You sit down the plate, crossing your arms over your chest and looking up at Din with a challenge in your eyes.

"You're an Avishar?" Din knew your father by name only, heard it after traveling once or twice to the Nothiri system for a stray bounty—an occasional bail dodger who didn't know any better. The Nothiri system isn't an easy place to live; it's not an easy place to hide.

"I don't claim his name," your voice is harsh, almost a shout before you catch yourself, dropping your gaze and your volume, "sharing blood is bad enough." Just speaking your father's name has diminished you—made you cold. Your collar shifts, the tip of your scar peaking out at the edge, and Din feels a shiver crawl up his spine just looking at it.

"What happened the last time?" he asks, lifting his eyes back to yours, but he's still breathing hard. It's an attempt to distract himself, to get the facts, but everything comes back to this: to the scar, to this act of violence and threat of death that's shaped it—you can't get away from it. And now he can't either.

"Uh, it was a few years ago, I don't really remember how many. He accused me of stealing from him, pulled a blade—he was always so angry when he drank. I was tired of living in fear-" you pause, running a contemplative hand over your lip, and then more quietly, "-I still am."

"What did he accuse you of stealing?" Din presses on with his questioning, choosing to ignore the last comment. He needed to treat this, protecting you, as just another job. And that meant sticking to the facts; no room for feeling, no room to notice the softness of the gesture, the tenderness with which you handle yourself despite the brutality of your world.

"Oh, you know. Credits. Jewelry. Anything I could get my hands on. I'm not sure how he noticed, the man has more money than the Maker." You stand and stretch, shaking the tension out of your limbs before examining the interior of the ship a little more closely. Din tracks your movement with his eyes as you circle the small space, giving him a wide berth, "although I guess it was worth it in the end."

You look at him expectantly, but Din doesn't react this time; he’s already learning to steel himself against your gaze. "So you did take it, then? Everything he accused you of stealing?"

"That and more. I was always going to run; I needed funds."

"How much did you get?" Din relaxes minutely—these are easier questions. Safer ones. And he sees that you're relaxed too, now that the conversation has moved past your father. The tension is gone from your shoulders; your voice has lost its edge—almost melodic now.

"Couple million, total, I think. Once I sold the jewelry. All New Republic credits—couldn't afford to be refused." Din felt his eyebrows raise in response. You had said you were surprised your father had noticed, but Din couldn't understand how someone wouldn't notice a loss like that. Then again, given the cavalier way you pair the words million and credits, maybe Avishar really did have more money than the Maker.

This is good news. If you have credits, Din could get the fuel he needed, restock on supplies. And, maybe after a real meal, you'd be more inclined to consider Din's offer. There had to be some planet where you could be safe. "Where's the rest, then?"

"The rest?" Confusion mars your brow, and his expression mirrors your own, not that you could tell. It's funny, he thinks distractedly, how expressive his face is, even after all these years of going unseen. He ignores this thought, after a moment, answering your question by finishing his own, "of the money?"

"Oh, it's gone-" you're so casual again, but Din blanches, "-all of it."

Din is breathing so hard he can hear it both inside and out of the mask. "You spent," he begins with words that should be a question but certainly don't sound like one, "millions of credits that fast?"

"Hey, being on the run is expensive! Travel. Supplies. Bribes." You purse your lips, like making your next admission is particularly painful—if only to your pride, ". . . and I wasn't exactly frugal." You cross your arms over your chest defensively, and Din finds himself mirroring you once again, trying to find the words to explain the utter incomprehensibility of someone spending that much money in that little time.

"No shit." Din watches as you move through a whole cycle of emotions—every one of them plain on your face. For a moment he thinks you might be angry with him, but your expression changes at the last second; it looks like you're trying to hold in a laugh.

"Enough about me," you say, finally, your sly cough not quite quick enough to cover up the tail-end of a giggle before you’re serious again. "I'm assuming you have a plan, since you rejected mine so quickly."

Din stays quiet. He's still thinking about that shadow of a laugh and what it means. Watching your expressions, reading your body language, it's like being in a city full road signs all written in a language he can't read. He decides to move on, but he files the interaction away for later. "Have you ever thought about killing him?"

You laugh again, but it's different this time—just a short, humorless sound. "Everyday of my life. But it can't be done."

"I could do it." Even as he says it, there's a trickle of regret that seeps into the back of his mind—Din doesn't like to make promises he's not sure he can keep. But the number of alternatives is slowly dwindling, and he doesn't want you to think that your plan is still on the table.

Your eyes are incredulous, and you take a few steps closer to him, your voice like knives. "People like you have tried before. I've tried it before, back when I still believed in happy endings and fairy tales. It won't work."

Din feels accused, almost, like you've caught him in the middle of some disobedient act, but he holds your gaze. You're in his space again, like you were in the cockpit, and it's making it hard for him to think. In some far off corner of his brain, Din absently notices that he's stopped breathing, but he can't be bothered with that now; the majority of his attention is focused on your eyes. There's still a heat behind your gaze—a smouldering intensity and he can't look away from it. Looking in your eyes, he wants to act. He wants to help.

Din swallows; his throat is thick and he doesn't want you to hear it in his voice when he speaks. The words still come out quieter than he intended, "let me try, at least," he clears his throat again, before he continues, "I know some people who might be able to help." Din holds your eye contact, waiting, only breathing when he sees the tension drop from your shoulders.

You sigh, long and deep, "I couldn't pay you."

"I know." It doesn't matter. It's better than the alternative.

You're looking at him so closely, so minutely—searching for the slightest hint that he could be lying to you. He stays where he is, keeps his eyes on you, but he's humming with anticipation as he waits for your verdict. The silence stretches on, and Din feels a faint burn spread through his arms and legs, the strain of keeping still for so long making itself known.

"Well, then," your face stays blank, and Din is left disappointed, just the slightest purse of your lips is all you give him, and it's not enough to interpret. "I guess we have a deal."

You stretch out your hand, waiting for him to shake. Din moves to meet you in the middle, but he hesitates just before he makes contact—remembering the earlier touches and they way they felt, remembering that he’s supposed to keep things professional—before brushing away the reluctance. Your hand rests in his with a pleasant weight and warmth, your skin soft as it moves against the leather of his glove. You shake once, but you don't break the contact just yet, your lips parting and Din feels his hand flex unconsciously in anticipation of your words, but he never gets the chance to hear them, because the next thing out of your mouth is a scream.

"What is that thing?" You stumble backwards a few steps, pointing over Din’s shoulder and he looks, rolling his eyes before pulling the child off from where he clings to Din’s armor, and tucking him under his arm. When had he woken up? And how had he got out of the crib without Din noticing?

“He’s my son,” Din says, and your shock turns to confusion, your brows knitting together. Din decides to clarify, staring down at the child in his arms, "he's a foundling in my care.” 

Your eyes soften now when he looks back at you, lips parting gently and you take in a soft gasp, turning your eyes to the child. The baby coos when you catch his eye, offering you a little wave, flexing his tiny fingers as if he’s trying to pull you closer. You’re a little hesitant, when you take your first steps, looking back to Din for permission, and he gives you a little nod in assurance. You’re incredibly gentle when you stroke a finger along one of the child’s ears, and the ship fills with the sound of the child’s gleeful giggle.

"Where did you find him?" You’ve definitely warmed up to the child, and so quickly, smiling up at Din, and he swallows loudly before taking in a shuddering breath. He’d never seen a smile change someone’s face like that. It surprises him. 

"He was a bounty. The people who wanted him—they were going to hurt him,” Din explains.

"And you saved him.” Din doesn’t argue with that assessment, but he’s never really seen it that way. The child and Din, they had saved each other. 

Din clears his throat, uncomfortable with the way the conversation has turned. He needs to get back on track. "We'll set off for Nevarro," he says, tucking the child back into the crib, "and I still want more information about your father." 

"There'll be plenty of time for that,” you say, moving around behind Din,“but first, we have to go get my stuff." Din looks up, thinking back to the rest of your conversation. You had never mentioned anything about stuff. He turns back, jogging to catch up, you’re already half-way out the door, stepping into the circle of sunshine just inside the door. It only takes a few steps before he’s caught up with you, and he reaches out for you without thinking, grabbing your shoulder and turning to you to face him again. 

"Stuff?" You look up at him sheepishly before pulling gently out of his grasp again, walking back towards the door. 

"We'll be quick, I promise. And it looks like the kid would like to go for a walk,” you’re pointing again, and Din follows the direction of your finger. Sure enough, the child is waddling along towards the door, waiting for the two of you to follow. Din rolls his head back, sucking in a deep breath. Little use in fighting now, and the child could certainly use some fresh air. He looks back at you, giving you a soft nod in defeat, and you smile again. His frustration ebbs a little.

You step out into the sunshine together, walking down the same path he had taken to get you to the Razor Crest, but there’s a spring in your step now, and the smile stays on your face. The child got a bit of a head start, but you catch up with him easily before slowing down, meandering down the dirt path between the endless fields of swaying meadows. 

The silence is comfortable, as you walk, but Din still feels on edge, checking over his shoulder and resting a hand on his blaster, just in case. "Hey,” you interrupt his concentration, pulling his attention back to you before you continue, “what's your name?"

"Mando.” It’s an easy enough question and he lets his attention wander again,  assuming his previous stance and searching the surrounding area with his eyes, until you pull his attention again with a soft laugh.

“What’s funny?” Din realizes too late that he probably sounds harsher than necessary—he’s not used to modulating his tone, and he’s certainly not used to having anyone laugh at him. You’re a little chastened by his question, flattening your mouth out of its smile.

"Nothing, it’s just,” you begin, looking at Din out of the corner of your eye, trying to gauge whether or not he’s really upset with you, “that’s what people call you, right? But it's not really your name . . ." You linger there, abandoning the rest of the words you might have planned to say. There’s a prickling sensation hanging around Din’s lungs as he watches you drop your chin to your chest, suddenly incredibly interested in the ground. Your next words are so quiet, Din hardly hears you over the rustling of the grass in the dry breeze, "you don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

"Din," He’s speaking again without thinking, and you look up at him in surprise, your eyes growing wider. There’s more silence, a significant pause and Din has to fill it, repeating himself stupidly, “my name is Din.”

Both of your attentions are turned when the child coos again, his small hand resting against your leg, and you bend down to take him in your arms, holding him against your side easily before you look back at Din with another reluctant smile. “It’s nice to meet you, Din."

[nightowlfandom]

The Kings’ Pet Princess- Royal! BTS x Reader Series Part 3- Jungkook 1

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Leggo!

...

You peeked around the corner, making sure the coast was clear before you bolted down the next hallway. All you had to do was make it to your bedroom then you would be fine.

You could still feel the effects from earlier’s...sequence of events seeping in and all you wanted to do was take a bath and clean the guilt from your body.

You also might need some tea due to all the screaming.

You shut your bedroom door behind you, letting out a harsh exhale. You squeezed your legs together. You were a bit twitchy, off edge. What were you thinking?! You let yourself submit to that...beast!

So what if his finger’s were that of a god, so what if you could still feel his lips burning every area of your body. So what if-

ARGH GET IT TOGETHER.

“I need a bath...or a flamethrower.” you scolded yourself. “From now on, no allowing yourself to get seduced! ...No Matter no good it might feel.” you crossed your arms.

....

The next morning, you awoke not feeling any better. Before you could sit up, there was a knock on the door.

“Who are you and what do you want?!” you groaned.

“It’s me.” you heard Rina’s small voice. Upon hearing her, you sat up. “Good Morning Y/N! I was told to inform you that breakfast starts soon.”

You rolled out of bed, feeling your head pounding as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes. “Great.” you mumbled. You didn’t know how you were gonna face Namjoon, especially after your little activity from yesterday. You had made sure to literally soak yourself in the bathtub for a good while, just to wash away the guilt...not that it worked but it was the thought that counted.

You pulled a sweater over your head, hoping to cover the newly made marks and bruises that were now your new body decor.

You readied yourself to head down to the dining room, crossing your arms and staying completely silent. It looked like you were the first one awake, so you chose the seat closest to the exit where you could book it for your room need anything happen.

One by one they all walked in. It gave you a chance to really study their faces. You looked back down at your fingers, just wanting this to be over.

Curiously, just out of wonder...you looked to your right. Jungkook was staring at you with a smug and wistful look on his face, as if he has an idea. Almost as if he had a plan slowly unraveling in his head. He smirked as soon as your eyes met and gave you a wink, making you look down at your plate. You felt your cheeks heat up. He was really close, so your that if you had moved a little, your leg would brush against his knuckles.

Jungkook had intimidated you and he knew it. Ever since you laid eyes on him, you knew that he had made sure to establish his dominance over the kingdom, especially seeing that he was the youngest king, he had to show out more.  Of course you would be the youngest queen, but also the only queen...with seven villains to call your kings.

You were quiet, you couldn’t be bothered to respond to Hoseok’s snide remarks about the type of queen who would wear jeans shorts as day clothes. Or Seokjin taking some more of your favorite side dish off your plate.

“Y/N...What’s that on your shoulder?” Jungkook got your attention. You had looked down. Your sweater had fallen off your shoulder a little and right there was a bruise. Fuck! Think damnit! You felt his fingertips ghost over your exposed skin, leaning his face in to get close.

“I uh-...er...I tripped?” you trailed off. “Yeah I was walking to my room and I...just fell?” You didn’t believe your own words because you know good and well how you got that bruise.

You could still feel the imprint of Namjoon’s teeth sinking into your flesh, it made your toes curl.

“Is that so?” Namjoon, who had been sitting across from you smirked. “Perhaps you should be more careful next time, you never know what else could happen if you aren’t careful.”

“Thanks for the tip.” you clenched your teeth. “So thoughtful.” you mumbled. “If you guys are finished making fun of me for my clumsiness, can I go now?”

“You may.” they all chorused.

Little did you know, Namjoon had kept your diary, and had passed it along to the next man who wanted a taste of your secrets. (As if the title wasn’t spoiler enough smh) and who planned on using to to his advantage.

...

“I’m sorry what?!” you stared at the horrible eyesore of a dress Rina held up in front of you.

“It’s for your Welcoming Party.” she repeated herself.

“No I know what you said but I refuse to wear that!” you shook your head at the floor length midnight blue gown, “That think doesn’t look like it covers anything!”

Apparently there was a gala tonight to celebrate the merging of your two kingdoms as allies, that part you were fine with, but the dress that was made for you to wear...

“It’s backless, it’s supposed to look like this. “ Rina giggled at you. “It’s definitely dramatic, but it was specially tailored for this event.”

“YOUR POINT BEING?!” You stared at the eyesore. It didn’t look anything like any of your dresses, especially with the unsightly slit going up one of the legs. “Rina I can’t wear this...look at that then look at me.”

“Come over here.” she grabbed your hand and pulled you to the mirror. “Imagine you stand at the edge of the stairs, everyone is waiting for their new queen to arrive, they look up and they see your in your new custom made crown and this bad boy.” she held up the dress. “ With a little bit of jewelry and the crowd won’t be able to resist you.”

“...Are you sure about this?” you sighed, although you admit the dress did look familiar, like you’ve seen it in a dream before.

“Trust me.” she put an arm around you. You and Rina seemed to have already become good friends, and while you thought the idea was crazy, you trusted her. “I may be a maid but my family owns a dress shop, I know what looks good on someone and Midnight Blue is one of those things that any woman and wear and feel amazing in it.” she held it up to your body. “Plus this thing cost almost as much as the room you’re standing in so for you not to wear it would be an insult to the dress maker.”

“Okay then.” you nodded.

...

“Y/N stop moving!” Rina scolded you.

“Listen the earrings I can deal with, but is the choker necessary?” you asked as a thin leather strap was placed around your neck.

“You’re gonna look fine, calm down.” Rina rolled her eyes at you. “Are the people from your kingdom all like this?”

“Well I don’t really wear a lot of dark gowns...I never got the chance to-”

Rina pushed you in front of the mirror. The woman staring back at you was wearing black strappy heels. Your dress was tight around the waist and did and Rina said it was and almost completely backless. Your hair was decorated with a diamond encrusted hairpin that matched the single pendant hanging from four necklace choker.

“Ah! I have just the thing to make this even better.” she grabbed a jar and what looked like a thin paint brush. “This is called magic tattoo ink, it’s almost like henna but instead of waiting and crumbling it off, this goes right into the skin.”

“What are you thinking of doing back there?” you asked in horror as you felt a cold sensation wash over your back.

“Covering up your bruises with flowers.” Rina casually commented. “Flowers are a huge thing here in Bangtan, especially red and black roses. How did you even get so beat up anyways?”

“You wouldn’t believe me.” you shook your head, almost shuddering. “How many people are showing up to this party anyways?”

“More than half of the kingdom and some people from neighboring ones too. Everyone’s dying to see the girl who is going to end this big feud and you...are going to wow them. They’ll be expecting the least of you, so you have to show them way more than you think.” she replied. “This is course is your welcoming party.”

“More like pity party” you mumbled.

...

The men of Bangtan welcomed their guests as men of their stature do. They casually made small chats with their friends from other countries.

“Where do you think Y/N went?” Jimin whispered to Jungkook and the rest of the boys.

‘Probably hiding from us.” Jungkook scoffed, allowing an obnoxious laugh to rip from his throat. “I don’t think these kids of parties are herstyle.

“Do you think she’s not gonna come?” Taehyung whisper. “Maybe she’s hiding under her bed while the maid convinces her to come outside.”

“I wouldn’t say that.” Seokjin’s jaw dropped, pointing to the stairs.

The lights dimmed slighted and everyone averted their eyes to the stairs. You stood at the top, gazing over the scouring the room. Rina was right, there were so many people here. They were all looking at you. Rina had done a fantastic job using that ink stuff to cover up the bruises Namjoon had made on your skin. Your hair, neatly styled almost shimmered against the hanging lights. You stood at the bottom of the stairs, not knowing where to go. Everyone was staring at you. They definitely didn’t expect someone, especially from YOUR kingdom of all places to dress as you were dress right now. You shyly walked down the little aisle that was cleared for you. Geez had no one seen you in a dress before?

“Looking for someone?”

You turned around to find Jungkook standing in front of you, a smile etched on his face.

“Not really?” you scratched the back of your neck. You took note of how he was dressed head to toe in a black tuxedo. “I don’t think...”

“Well then will you do me the honor of giving me the first dance?” he held out his hand for you to take. “Come now, I wouldn’t do anything sneaky. We’re in public after all.”

Jungkook led you to the middle of the floor. Other women seemed to stare at you, beating themselves up for not thinking to wear such an eye-catching number. It seemed as you were the only person wearing that very color in the room.

“I think this is a good damn to mention I can’t dance” you narrowed your eyes at Jungkook who placed his hand on the curve at the bottom of your back. “It wasn’t in my studies.”

“Then shut up...and follow me.” he whispered in your ear. Slowly you let Jungkook lead, until it began to feel eerily natural how well you could follow. “You sure know how to make an entrance.”

“You sure how how to pick a dress.” you mumbled as Jungkook dipped his head into the crooked of your neck and inhaled, your back froze and you felt a sting shoot up your spine.

“You’re wearing perfume, it’s nice.” he commented, letting his nose linger to inhale your scent even more.

“It’s native to my kingdom.” you replied. “It’s rare amongst my people since only 14 have ever been sold and I just so happen to have six of them.” you chuckled. You were taken aback when Jungkook began kissing up your neck. Since you two were so close, it might have only looked like he was leaned his head on your shoulder. You felt his teeth graze against his skin and you didn’t dare move. His hips hovered over your ear.

“Seeing you look like this makes me wish we could do more, but I’d prefer us be alone when I take you.” he whispered. Your eyes widened and his fingertips traced up your back. His lips traced up and down your neck as you two moved against each other. You tilted your head to the side a little, almost mocking him.

“Oh really, you don’t enjoy PDA.” you said in a joking manner, but you were only referring to his inability to keep his hands off your exposed back. “Are we done here?”

Suddenly you were turned around and your back hit his chest. His arms wrapped around your waist as you two moved. 

“Not really.” he chuckled. Your ass was right up against his groin. “Although,” he began. “I think your fellow kings are a bit jealous...I wonder what would happen if I kissed you right in front of them, do you thing that would driv em crazy?”

“What makes you think I’d let you?” you seethed, glaring at him the best you could.

“You haven’t tried to push me away yet.” he replied.

“I would comment but I’m sure that would cause a minor disturbance.” you shook your head, only wishing you could fire back. “I really wish I could kick you right no-”

Jungkook’s teeth sunk into your neck, making your gasp and shake under his touch. How bold was he?! He tongue glided over your newly formed bruise, making you shut your eyes. You were turned towards him, meeting his dark eyes as he connected his lips with your, sliding his tongu ethrough the gap in your mouth for dominance.

He didn’t care about the stares he received, or the head shakes of disapproval. This was his castle damnit, if anyone had a problem he would kill them without another word.No one dared comment, or try to pull you away. The kings of Bangtan were very territorial and it would only be a matter of time before you were marked by the rest.

“This feels right.” he commented. “You belong here...in this castle, in my arms while everyone stares in envy.” he whispered into your ear, his lips hovering over the shell of your ear.  you could hear a mocking pout in his voice. You could feel the eyes of the other kings on your. Jealousy laced their gazes seeing you melt into Jungkook’s touch so naturally, Lucky bastard, not only did he get the first dance of the night, but you looked like you were enjoying it no less! Jungkook looked up at he friends, making a shrugging motion. 

“I wish I could see the look on your face right now” you almost growled. 

The party didn’t bore you to no end like you thought it would, you actually ended up meeting a few people who seemed nice enough. However the evening was going on and your feet were starting to hurt. You decided to make yourself scarce to avoid being told how ‘brave you were’ for the 27th damn time. You ended up walking into a strange room away from the festivities. As soon as the door closed, it got completely quiet. It felt nice, the silence was relaxing. You could finally sit down and breathe-

“I thought I’d find you here.” a voice made you turn around. Before you could react, your back had found a wall. You looked up and found Jungkook towering over you. “Not having fun?”

“I wouldn’t say th-” you stopped yourself from speaking when you noticed Jungkook getting closer and closer to your face. “i don’t know.” you mumbled.

“Hm, then how can I make tonight exciting for you?” he raised an eyebrow in interest, a smirk teasing his lips as he waited for your answer. He would have to remember to thank Namjoon for loaning him your diary that you seem to love leaving in random places. ”Because I might have an idea” he replied, tilting your head up with his fingertips.

“What are you ta-”

Jungkook kissed your lips, trapping your body against him and he wall. The slit up the side of your dress gave Jungkook the perfect opportunity to slide his hand up your thigh, digging his fingers into your flesh. You leg had hooked around his hip, which caused you to feel the pressure of his groin right up against your stomach. Absentmindedly, you had grinded against him, sending a low groan ripping through his body.

“Hm, while I’d love to rip this dress off you right now, I’m sure people are wondering where we’ve went, but something tells me you wouldn’t mind.” he breathed, pressing himself further against you.

“Um, I can’t confirm nor deny.” you tried to make yourself sound convincing, and Jungkook’s tongue traced down the length of your neck. Jungkook hiked up your dress even more. he gathered the fabric in his fist, his knuckles turning white.

“Since you’ve been so well behaved tonight.” he grabbed you leg and hooked it around his hip. “Why don’t I treat you to something.”

“Like?” you trailed off. To be honest, you were a fool. As if your escapades with Namjoon didn’t teach your anything, you were totally oblivious to Jungkook’s words.

“Hm, well let’s start by-” Jungkook ripped the slit up your dress, making the slit stop at your hip instead of your thigh, once more inch and your dress would be completely opened at the seams. “Getting that out of the way. “

“Umm don’t you have a party to get back to?” You asked, whilst your movements when against everything you were saying.

“Oh Y/N....the party is just getting started between us.”

(It took me a while and I skipped a night of sleep but I DID IT, I am not 100% proud of this, but I plan on redeeming myself in the next part. Also yes, no smut, but only because I am preparing for something and it might make sense later on, it might not, who the fuck knows but just wait for it.

We’re only on part 3 and we have a long way to go.

I’m thinking about making this more than 8 parts, so like two rounds of imagines for each guy in this series, so that gives up 14 parts in all not including the prologue. That good with y’all, great because I was doing it anyways.)

[kaisooconnection]

Happy birthday, Jagiya ❤❤❤

“A necklace? Maybe a bracelet??? Are you sure that you want jewelry, Jongin?” E*XO’s manager asked as he perused the case filled to the brim with shiny, diamond trinkets that were so bright that he needed sunglasses to even look at them. 

“I don’t know....hyung-nim. I want it to be special but...I don’t know what,” he replied in a panicked state. 

“Ok. Stay calm, how about a watch? He never wears a watch. Wouldn’t that work?” the manager asked, trying to soothe the main dancer so that he would  make a decision and he could finally get out of that suffocating shopping mall. 

“Noooooo, hyung! I got him a watch last year. I can’t buy him the same thing again. I don’t know what to do! Help me!” Jongin begged at his wits end.

“Jongin-ah, I have been doing this for four hours already. I have to go and pick up Junmyeon, I don’t have anymore time for this,” the elder said exasperated. 

“But....but!” Jongin replied, fear crawling up under his skin.

“I know that you can’t buy the gift yourself because of everything that’s happened and we don’t want to raise any suspicion but since you don’t know what you want, Jongin-ah, maybe order something online or ask one of the other staff members to grab something tomorrow,” their manager said before hanging up the phone. He was worried that if he let Jongin talk, that the younger would be able to guilt trip him into spending another four hours looking for a gift.

Jongin sighed, throwing the phone onto his bed. What was he going to do now? There is no way he had enough time to think of a gift and buy it before Kyungsoo’s birthday the following day. 

“Think, Jongin. Think,” he said to himself hoping that inspiration would strike him. 

He had already exhausted all of his gift options, spending an exorbitant amount on couple items like converse and clothing with bears on it, in the hopes of marking Kyungsoo as his and only his. But last year the watch was definitely his crescendo. The best gift he had ever bought Kyungsoo. He knew he had done well when Kyungsoo read the inscription and started crying immediately. 

The words “My love, my life. Now and forever,” inscribed on the back of the clock face. 

While it wasn’t humble, Jongin had to admit that he had done really well with that gift. He knew he had especially with the way Kyungsoo had “rewarded” him afterwards. Kyungsoo’s reward was so generous that Jongin felt like it was his birthday already. 

There was no way that he could compete with that gift. He knew that. He knew it then and he definitely knew it now. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he held his head in his hands, trying to think of something, 

“Think, think, what does Kyungsoo love most in the world? Other than me....” he asked himself. Then it struck him, “acting!”

A huge grin formed across his face as inspiration hit. He grabbed the phone that he had tossed on the bed earlier and began doing all of the necessary research for his gift. 

An hour later, when he was sure Kyungsoo wouldn’t be home, he lay down in his bed with his back against the head board and his laptop resting on his legs. He took a deep breath and hit record on his phone.

 “Hey, hyung! I bet your surprised! Happy Birthday, Jagiya! I thought long and hard about what to get you to show you how much I love you, especially this year when things aren’t exactly....easy. But we aren’t going to talk about that. Today is about you! And I plan to spend the day pampering you but this is my gift to you and I really hope you enjoy it,” he said enthusiastically, blowing a kiss at the phone screen and smiling into the camera. 

“So here goes. Welcome hyung, to my ‘reaction to Do Kyungsoo’s movies’ video! Yaaaaaay! And before you say that I’ve never seen your movies and dramas, I have! But I never watch them with you. It’s embarrassing... to watch them in front of you. So, I want you to see how proud of you I am through this video. So let’s begin with Cart!” he announced, loading the movie on his laptop.

Cart: “Nooooooo, hyung! Why do you keep getting slapped?! If I was there, no one would dare touch you. My poor baby! You did nothing wrong! You don’t need that girl to save you. I would never let those things happen to you,” he shouted at the screen, tears streaming down his face as he felt wronged on behalf of the character that his boyfriend played to perfection.

My Annoying Brother: “Hyung! Your eyes. Not your eyes! My poor baby. I can’t watch...”

“No....nooooooooooo. Not now. Not after you just resolved all of your issues. Why did he have to die??? Nooooooo. Oh baby! I would have held you tight. You wouldn’t need her. I would kiss you until the pain goes away,” he cried hysterically. He leaned forward, stroking the face of his boyfriend on the screen as he screamed “hyuuuuuuuung,” in the climax of the movie. 

Pure love: “I don’t like her...she is not...I mean...she doesn’t look that good next to you. I mean she’s cute but I don’t like it. Stop touching her! Stop!”

“Noooooooo. How could this happen to her?! You were so perfect together! Your love was so....pure. Huhu, hyuuuuuung! Don’t cry!” he wailed, caressing the screen in the hopes of comforting the character through the screen. The tears had not stopped rolling down his face since the first movie and Jongin was surprised that he even had tears left to shed. 

 Along with God parts I and II: “Ugh! Why aren’t you in more of this movie? Why have I only seen your face once so far?! I demand more Won Dong-yeon!!!”

“Oh no, hyung! It wasn’t your fault. You are so cute here. I’ve never seen you like this...you are so...beautiful. How do you do this? How do you act like...wow...this is....you’re amazing. You are so good at this. I am so lucky to have you. You are exceptional, my love,” he confessed. He stared at the screen in awe, stroking Kyungsoo’s face like he was something ethereal, too perfect for this tainted world. He managed to peel his eyes from the screen and directed his attention to the phone camera as he whispered, “You’re perfect,” smiling shyly before returning his attention back to the laptop screen.

Room number 7: “Hahahahahahaha. Hyung, you are sooooo cute. Look at you trying to play a tough guy! It’s so precious. This is so good. I’ve never seen you try to play it so cool,” Jongin said while chuckling. 

“Omo, you are smoking!!! This is hilarious. You hate cigarette smoke. You always say that it’s bad for your health. You are such a good actor. And that tattoo....you look hot. We may need to try some...roleplay with this character. He is totally turning me on right now. I just want to devour you when you look like this, mmmmmm,” he whispered seductively, winking at the camera.

“You found the body. I never saw this coming!!!! You are really turning me on! Stop, hyung! I can’t resist you like this. I want to have you now. I can’t believe that there are thirsty fans that get to see you like this! I need to ban this movie. I need to stop people from buying this. No one should get to see you be this cute and hot at the same time! Let me have a word with the movie makers. Maybe I should buy every DVD. Only I should get to see this,” he shouted shamelessly undressing his boyfriend with his eyes.

“Annnnnnd that’s a wrap. I wanted to watch some of a hundred day husband but....erm after what I heard about it and you with her, there is NO WAY. You can’t make me watch that. If I do, I’ll probably ban you from ever leaving the house again. So, this marks the end of my reaction to Do Kyungsoo’s amazing and extraordinary acting!!!! Yaaaaaaay. Hyung, I love you. You are phenomenal at what you do. You give 100% to singing, dancing and acting and it really show. I’m so lucky to get to watch you shine brightly on so many different stages. You amaze the world with your talent and we are so lucky to have you. I am lucky to have you. On your birthday, my love, once again I feel like I’m the one who is receiving the gift because you are my gift, the one that keeps on giving. Every time I think that my heart is full and I can’t love you any more than I already do, you surprise me by increasing that capacity even more. I hope my love for you never ceases to grow and that I always make you feel as loved as you deserve. Happy Birthday, jagiya. Let there be many more for us to share together,” Jongin said, trying his best not to cry. He blew a kiss at the screen and then waved before turning off the video recording.

Jongin took a deep breath as he transferred the video that he recorded onto the laptop. He labelled it “for my one and only on your special day” and then wrote instructions on the birthday card before closing the laptop and placing the card on top. He then went to sleep, totally wiped out.

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Kyungsoo came home from an evening of celebrations with his actor hyungs to a sleeping boyfriend. He was hoping to see the start of his birthday in Jongin’s arms after they had made love but given how deeply his boyfriend was breathing, Kyungsoo knew that there was no chance of that happening. Turning his attention to the desk, he saw the card placed on top of the laptop. He read it with a huge smile on his face before opening the laptop and plugging some headphones into the device. 

After hours spent laughing at his dorky partner reacting to his major works, Kyungsoo closed the lid of the laptop and took off his pants before climbing into bed alongside Jongin. 

“You really outdid yourself, Nini. I didn’t think it was possible. You are perfect and I love you more with each passing day. May we share all of our birthday’s together,” he whispered as a prayer before kissing Jongin on the forehead and snuggling up next to him. He couldn’t wait for Jongin to wake up so that he could reward him. It may result in him not being able to walk properly for the next couple of days but Kyungsoo thought that it was a price he was willing to pay. He was suddenly very grateful that he saved the flannel hoodie and some of the fake tattoos from filming Room Number 7. They were really going to have a lot of fun with those ;)

[merciattire-blog]

The Ideal Outfit Based on Your Zodiac Sign

So, who here is into reading their horoscope? Now, I’m sure we all know someone who is super into it and reads theirs on a daily basis— I am not that person. However, I do find myself getting sucked into articles such as “Find Your Ideal Honeymoon Destination Based on Your Horoscope” and “What Starbucks Drink You Should Order Based on Your Zodiac Sign”. I mean, they’re kind of fun and entertaining, right? Plus, I can almost guarantee that everyone at least knows what zodiac sign they are, so why not pair that with some cute outfit ideas to capture your zodiac’s essence?

After making the decision to write this blog, there was no turning back. Thus, began copious amounts of research on each sign. The sources of my information were www.horoscope.com and www.astology-zodiac-signs.com. If you’re into reading your horoscopes or learning more about your sign, these are great starting places. Now, let’s get into it, shall we?

Capricorn – The Goat

Dates: December 22-January 19

Colors: Dark green and brown.

Key Traits: Detail-oriented, responsible, and hardworking.

(Dress: Amazon, shoes: Zappos, jewelry: Etsy, bag: Michael Kors)

Due to the hardworking nature of Capricorns, it is important to have a bag that can take you straight from class to work. A backpack bag is perfect for on-the-go tasks and won’t slow you down during a busy day; you will sometimes forget you’re even wearing it! Furthermore, a spacious design allows for any essentials you’ll need throughout the day. A flowy tank top dress is the perfect base to layer on gladiator sandals (which, may I add, contribute to the “strength” element of this zodiac). Lastly, an intricate, layered necklace finalizes this look by sealing in the gold accented accessory theme. The end result? A perfect, detail-oriented ensemble that’s fit for a Capricorn!

Aquarius – The Water Bearer

Dates: January 20-February 18

Colors: Silver and light blue.

Key Traits: Independent, original, and humanitarian.

(Top: Polyvore, jacket: The Jacket Maker, jeans: Express, shoes: Adidas)

For this zodiac’s originality, an eccentric look is a must. So, I went for something that is original, yet wearable on a daily basis. This incomparable silver bomber jacket is clearly the most eye-catching part of this outfit, so you are sure to stand out from the crowd. Paired with silver accented tennis shoes to match, this trendsetter look is swoon-worthy. A mixture of textures is created with a baby blue ribbed tank tucked into some distressed black jeans, which helps balance out this look. Moreover, this outfit is super comfortable—always a plus in my book!

Pieces – The Fish

Dates: February 19-March 20

Colors: Purple and sea-green.

Key Traits: Compassionate, intuitive and artistic.

(Romper: Lulu’s, sandals: Kee Shoes, clutch: Contrado, rings: Etsy)

For the Pisces, The Little Mermaid immediately came to mind. With the key characteristics of being compassionate and artistic, Ariel’s musical abilities and considerate ways came to mind. In addition, who else would use a fork for a brush? That’s intuitive art right there. To channel your inner mermaid, this sea-green romper with a twisted belt detailing is flawless. Additionally, some light purple heels match Ariel’s color theme, as well as the Pisces’! Of course, I just had to add some fish scale inspiration with a perfectly matching clutch. The shiny texture also gives off a “wet” look—score! To further this theme, I added in some silver midi rings for even more sparkle.

Aires – The Ram

Dates: March 21-April 19

Color: Red.

Key Traits: Courageous, independent, and impatient.

(T-shirt: Nordstrom, shoes: Converse, leggings: JCPenny, jacket: H&M)

This is probably my favorite outfit of them all, and I’m not even an Aires (I just love me a good band tee)! Prior to writing this blog, even I knew that Aires are known for having a “fiery” personality. Low and behold, their color is red! With splashes of red in the t-shirt and shoes, this outfit is given a bold and daring personality (much like an Aires). Due to their slightly impatient nature, a comfortable outfit is key. Enter: leggings. Furthermore, an old band tee, jean jacket, and Converse give this look an old school, “cool girl” vibe—perfect for this zodiac.

Taurus – The Bull

Dates: April 20-May 20

Color: Pink.

Key Traits: Dependable, elegant, and devoted.

(Blouse: Lulus, shorts: Missguided, sandals: Lulus, necklace: Bija Bijoux)

Despite their symbol being a bull, this zodiac has rather elegant characteristics and mannerisms. Therefore, I put together a more girly, feminine look. Even for someone who isn’t the biggest fan of pink (me), this outfit is just too adorable to pass up. A cropped, ruffled crop top is a fabulous statement piece to have handy in the summertime. Paired with some white high-waisted buttoned shorts, the torso is balanced out. Keeping with this light, romantic theme, some blush pink lace-up wedges were added. As for the jewelry, I decided on a crescent necklace that reminds me of a bull’s nose ring so, naturally, I had to.

Gemini – The Twins

Dates: May 21-June 20

Colors: Yellow and light green.

Key Traits: Affectionate, curious, and kind.

(Dress: Forever 21, sandals: Lulus, bag: Hot Topic, glasses: Sunglass Casa)

What a ray of sunshine! After reading up on Geminis, it is clear that they are typically “old souls”. Therefore, this 70’s-inspired floral dress just screamed “Gemini” to me. It also serves as a romantic look, bridging back to this affectionate zodiac. For the first statement accessory, cat eye sunglasses further exemplify the vintage vibe. Another characteristic of this zodiac is curiosity, leading to their love for curling up with a good book. Needless to say, this rare “once upon a time” purse is an excellent find!

Cancer – The Crab

Dates: June 21-July 22

Colors: White and violet.

Key Traits: Emotional, loyal, and intelligent.

(Two-piece: Lily Boutique, pumps: Shiekh Shoes, clutch: Zatchels)

For the Cancer zodiac, I put together a vintage, 20’s era outfit based on their personality traits. To establish this feminine style, lace embroidery is an essential. Thus, a white lace monochromatic two-piece is absolute perfection for this sign. Furthermore, a touch of violet is added with a simple cross-body bag. Nude pumps pair flawlessly with this romantic look without being too overpowering and distracting from the intricate detailing. Plus, these pumps  also help to elongate your legs (a great bonus)! Finally, I couldn’t resist adding in a ribbon for your hair to finish off this vintage Cancer attire.

Leo – The Lion

Dates: July 23-August 22

Colors: Gold, yellow, and orange.

Key Traits: Bold, humorous, and creative.

(Dress: Rockray Clothing, sandals: Aetrex, earrings: AliExpress, purse: Ebay)

Hit the beach in this fun, lioness-inspired look! Leos are known for being humorous and creative, so a laid-back 70’s themed outfit was my goal here. This loose, brightly colored yellow sundress with bell sleeves effortlessly captures this essence. For a lion’s mane appearance, aim for some voluminous, beachy waves and statement feather earrings. This ensemble is finished off with a woven summer-ready handbag and some beaded sandals.

Virgo – The Virgin

Dates: August 23-September 22

Colors: White and beige.

Key Traits: Organized, kind, and practical.

(Top: Athleta, blazer: Lyst, pants: Neiman Marcus, shoes: Dillard’s)

Moving on to the Virgo! To emanate from their organizational qualities, a striped shirt is the building block of this outfit. Virgos are all about functionality. Now, what better way to go from work to play than having a trusty blazer handy? Leather pants also contribute to this dual purpose outfit with their ability to transition from the office to happy hour. Lastly, flats were chosen to complete this look due to their practicality. No one wants to be slowed down from task to task, especially a Virgo.

Libra – The Scales

Dates: September 23-October 22

Colors: Pink, blue, and green.

Key Traits: Cooperative, intelligent, and gracious.

(Shirt: Yours Clothing, necklace: Accessorize, capris: True Religion, shoes: Bohme)

Next, we have a style that is built with Libras in mind. With intelligent and gracious qualities, this zodiac is gifted at finding the ideal outfit for every situation. Due to the fact that their symbol is the scales, a balance between elegant statement and basic pieces is attained to encompass this attribute. A breathtaking statement necklace with blues and pinks does just the job for an otherwise casual outfit. These light, pastel tones mix and mingle with the feel-good vibes of summertime! Combined, these items make up a sophisticated, polished look for tactful Libras.

Scorpio – The Scorpion

Dates: October 23-November 21

Color: Scarlet.

Key Traits: Brave, stubborn, and independent.

(Top: Polyvore, skirt: Lipsy, purse: Venus, heels: Larizia)

For this zodiac, a dark, classy ensemble perfectly captures their essence. This flowy top adds just a pop of scarlet to pay homage to this sign’s symbol: the scorpion. With independence being a key trait, a straight-from-work look was achieved with a classic pencil skirt and gold accented pumps. Alas, we mustn’t forget about their bravery! To capture this characteristic, a striking leopard print purse was added to finalize this outfit.

Sagittarius – The Archer

Dates: November 22-December 21

Colors: Light blue and black.

Key Traits: Humorous, creative, and idealistic.

(Skirt: H&M, shirt: Asos, heels: Express, bag: Nicole Miller)

Calling all Sags! Last, but certainly not least on the list. After studying up on this sign (and being one, myself), I decided to go for an outfit made up of timeless pieces. Of course, these pieces consist of a plain white tee and some black strapped open-toe heels. Then again, a bold leather skirt packs a creative, unexpected punch to the look. To incorporate a light blue hue, this textured rectangular bag is an impeccable addition.

Here ends my list of outfits inspired by your zodiac. Do you agree with these picks? Thanks for reading!

Until next time,

Paige

[smithgirlreads]

Only 328 days till Christmas...

I know, I know what the hell right!?! Who is crazy enough to bring up Christmas after it JUST ended? Sorry, but I promise it is worth reading if you are at all like me about Christmas. You see, Christmas was always the worst for me. I hated it. Every. F'N. Moment. It was just so stressful and hectic. Then I had kids. As I looked at my adorable, excited toddlers I knew I had to get it together. I had to figure out a way to make the season fun for me or I would ruin it for them. 

In 2013 I was making the Christmas list, trying to think of the perfect gifts AND trying to stick to a "budget" when it hit me... I loved making the list for the kids in our lives. It is fun to shop for them and get them something you know they will enjoy but shopping for adults is somewhat different. There are lots of adults on my list, most who are hard to shop for because they buy what they want or need for themselves or some thing that might be the "perfect" gift is way out of budget. So with this dilemma in mind the wheels started turning and I came up with an idea that I have been honing for a few years now...

 Enter a new tradition in the Smith household - The Christmas Box  - Our Christmas Box is a 9" x 5" x 5" Gable Box filled with handmade items, home baked goods and other fun ideas. This box has been a game changer because I truly love putting it together to give out every December and I think the adults in our lives love getting the box as much as my family loves giving it. I tend to plan all year to make it less stressful on myself but it can be easily planned last minute as when I first started. Here's how I do:

Create a few categories I think almost everyone will enjoy and I can handle - example:

Handmade items 

From the Kitchen 

Small Gifts from small or local businesses 

Each year I come up with a list of ideas for each category. A few I know I can manage and I few I may or may not get to. I try to pick things that I can include my children in on making so we can all have some fun!

Handmade items (I make one a month throughout the year in batches of 6, 12 or  24 and store for Dec.)

Scented Candles

Handmade Lip Balm

Warming Up Tea - from the new book "A Year Between Friends"

Solstice Sun Print Napkins - from the new book "A Year Between Friends" - love this book!

DIY Warmers

Chalkboard Serving Tray

Homemade Polaroid Coasters

From the Kitchen (I start in November or December in batches of 12 or 24 and put them in the boxes fresh)

Molasses Cookies

Mini Loaves of Quick Bread - my personal fav is Coconut but you can look up any kind

Homemade Marshmallows (You can always pair with hot chocolate or s'mores ingredients)

Fresh Salsa

Maple Popcorn

Naked Crackers -perfect to pair with a local cheese or dip

Rice Crispy Treats

Limoncello (age 21 plus)

Gifts from small or local businesses - (I try to make a short list and find a little something personal for those who we are closest to so as to add a little something extra special)

Soulful Intentions - Local Jewelry Maker with true soul

LittleTLettering - While Tara currently resides in VA she is from the Berkshires and will be moving closer soon!

One Mercantile - one of my favorite shops in the Berkshires, they love to highlight local makers!

Lil Bug Britches - 2 Moms creating amazing kids clothing!

Moho Designs - Berkshire based designers of artwork and fabulous clothing for the whole family

The great thing about the Christmas Box is that it can be tailored to exactly what your friends and families likes are. If you have time to do projects and bake you can add more of those items - if not no worries you can easily buy a little something to replace it. This year I have decided to go heavy on the handmade, creative projects because I can make them through the year and take most of the pressure off during the actual holidays. A good thing to note is that not everyone gets everything from the list. I simply make enough to pick and choose to customize each box. People we are close to get more where as a coworker might just get one thing. 

For me this has taken a lot of the pressure of the holidays and I have begun to enjoy them more and more each year. I truly love to search the internet for ideas and then make things for others. It is something that I hope shows when people open their boxes. This past Christmas I was sick for what seemed like weeks but because I had already made most of the items in October and November - my husband jumped in to bake the last few things - everything turned out well. I still shop for the children on our list and the teenagers get gift cards (because that's what they want) but this is a great alternative for the adults - a special treat made just for them. 

Things to keep in mind:

Find things you also like to do and plan it out. Gifts made with love are the best gifts and if you spend a few hours or a well planned weekend once a month it makes December a breeze.

Make sure to read instructions and what you will need through well before you start. It's always the worst when you find you forgot something you need or missed a step because of this.

I save (hoard as my husband says) glass jars and will even buy cool, old ones from tag sales or garage sales. This past year I poured all of my candles into vintage canning jars and they came out wonderful.

Don't over do it and don't worry if its not perfect or store quality - that is not the point. 

This totally gives me an excuse to buy beautiful books - 

Amazing LOCAL blogger Alana Chernila has written The Homemade Pantry and The Homemade Kitchen. I can't wait for her new book!

A Year Between Friends has so many amazing ideas and is just beautifully put together. 

Food, Gift, Love is an endless resource for ideas and how to make them look pretty!

A Year of Cozy is a must have!

Don't have the space or budget to buy books? Don't worry - almost everything can be found on a blog these days and that is how most of these books started! Google "DIY Gifts" or "Handmade Gifts" and see what comes to you!

How much time is there until Christmas right now??? Click here! (Sorry I couldn't resist). 

I will be posting about my projects through out the year and I can't wait to hear about yours! Please share be sure to share with us!

xo,

Keeks