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Crashing On Crush. JJK 4 [m]

crush!Jungkook x reader

Genre: smut; series; romance; angst

Words: 4.9k

Synopsis: What happens when your first encounter with your crush is Jungkook seeing your ass?

Warnings: alcohol consumption; protected sex; oral sex (f. receiving); praising kink; mention of passed harassment

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Jungkook left a few minutes after because he had to wake up early the next morning. You were disappointed because after sharing such an intimate moment, you would have liked him to stay. You have felt so close to him. And you had the feeling that your connection disappeared with his absence. You have felt so alive, and the next moment you are completely alone, and not so much alive. It was kind of terrifying how your mood changed because of him: you were beyond clouds when he was next to you, and completely in the darkness when he left. This emotional rollercoaster made you cried that night. You were too lost in your own feelings. You felt closer to him and at the same time so far away.

The whole next day, you kept making mistakes at work, your brain overthinking the last night. You were thinking about Jungkook and wondering if he were thinking about you too. The possibility of it not being the case and of you being just another girl he had fun with squeezed your heart.

That's why, heading out of the art gallery, you thought like you could finally breathe. The pure fresh air of Seoul filled your lungs like it was your very first breathing. That's when you saw him, leaning against his black Mercedes.

Jungkook smiles at you when he notices you. A genuine smile, that makes you smile equally. A pure wave of happiness wraps your body and you wish you could jump in his arms. Once again, a little word with huge meaning starting with 'L' pops in your mind and warms your heart.

"What are you doing here?" You ask him, trying to not sound as cheerful as you are

"To see you"

The simple but so sweet respond attacks your heart. It should be illegal to be such a flirt.

"I was thinking I could cook for you"

"Oh, you know how to cook?" You tease him

"Are you questioning my cooking skills?" He replies, a brow lifting up suspiciously

Jungkook's smile is so pretty. When he smiles, he looks like the happiest man alive and, oddly, seeing him happy makes you happy too. You realize that you want to make him happy.

"Prove me wrong then" You say, opening his car door.

———

You didn't know what to expect from Jungkook's apartment but it surely looks like him: a big living room with a huge TV screen, a large black leather couch, some paintings on the walls ; a modern open kitchen and a dark wood diner table making the transition between the cooking area and the living room. You see some photos of him, his family and his friends. It's like Jungkook has brought all his memories from his brain and materialized it into his place. You feel good here, at peace, like in a cocoon, protected from the outside world. It's the same feeling that when he wraps his arms around your frame.

As Jungkook washes his hands with soap in the kitchen sink, he speaks up:

"Do you want some ramyeon?"

You immediately burst into laugher and Jungkook follows you.

"I mean, real ramyeon but if you want that, I will love it too"

"Real ramyeon is okay" You say, blushing

Jungkook starts boiling water in a saucepan and grabs two packs of Shin Ramyun, the less spicy ones after you told him that you were sensitive. It doesn't take long for the noodles to be ready and you two sit down at the dinner table.

The conversation goes smoothly. You talk about you two, your childhoods, the things you like and don't like. You just get to know each other. Despite being unlabeled, it looks like the beginning of a relationship. Few memories of how it started with your ex-boyfriends come back to you and you realize that what you are leaving now with Jungkook is like that, but way better because you get along on so many things. You laugh at the same jokes, you are upset about the same things, you care about the same subjects. However, you don't want to rush things. It's been a long time since you were in a relationship and you want to take your time. You don't have to put a name on what you and Jungkook are.

"Do you have nicknames?" You ask him at some point

"Actually, I have a lot of them: JK, Kook, Kookie" He pauses and a sparkle of playfulness brightens his doe eyes "Daddy..."

"Jungkook!" You blush and choke at the same time, which makes him laugh.

"You can call me whatever you want"

"What's your favorite nickname? And don't say Daddy" You ask him, genuinely wanting to call him by a name he likes

Jungkook takes the time to think and then, gets a tiny closer to you. When he talks back, his voice is way deeper and you feel a change in the air around you.

"Call me yours"

You don't understand what happens next because in just one second, your lips are on Jungkook's. He grabs your waist to pull you closer, basically putting you on his laps. Your hands are in his smooth, long hair. Your kiss is messy, eager and your panties gets quickly soaked. Then, Jungkook pulls you up and leans you on the table, the tableware pushed aside carelessly. The cold and hard material in your back contrast with the fire in your body and the softness of Jungkook's lips on your neck. His hands struggle to unbutton your pale yellow blouse and he is too impatient to wait. With a sharp movement, he pulls over both sides, causing all the little buttons to pop and fall around you.

"Jungkook!" You scold him

"I'll buy you a new one"

He even seems amused and kisses your breasts. It's enough for you to forget about the ripped clothes. Jungkook sneaks a hand on your back and undoes your bra. He quickly takes off both your messed up blouse and your bra. Then, he cups your boobs with his large and warm palms and takes the time to admire your picked nipples - caused by the cold air on your burning skin and your horniness. His mouth dives onto your nipples and he rolls his tongue around it, sucks on it and gently bites it. The simulation of this sensitive zone causes you to moan his name. You tell him to take off his shirt - honestly, who will say no to sneak on his perfect body?

You flick his firm chest and abs. He is way too handsome with no shirt on. But Jungkook doesn't give you too much time to enjoy the show because he unzips your black slacks and slides them down with your panties. Completely naked, you feel his glaze on you and you blush when he licks his lips, ready to eat you out.

"You are so beautiful" He whispers before he kneels down to kiss your pussy.

A choked whimper escapes your mouth. Feeling Jungkook's lips on you, and especially on your wet pussy, is electrifying. A wave of arousal washes over your body. He eats you out like a starved man. You feel your juice mixed with his saliva dripping down to your ass and your pussy clenches on nothing until Jungkook hears your silenced prayers and enters you with two fingers.

"Oh my god!" You exclaim at the sudden and delightful stretch

"I love how tight you are, babe"

You barely hear his voice because his mouth is glued to your clit but the pet name drives you crazy. You're losing your head, trying to grip the corner of the table not to lose your sanity under these perfect tongue flicks. Jungkook enhances the pace of his fingers, hitting your g-spot every time. You can't take it any longer and you feel your orgasm building up in your body so fast that you can't even tell Jungkook - not that he needs you to speak because your walls around his fingers getting tighter tell enough. You scream his name when you reach your climax, spams of pleasure all over your body.

You look literally fucked up and it's what Jungkook wanted. Seeing and even feeling your pleasure makes him horny. He can feel his hard cock completely squeezed in his pants, it's uncomfortable. You naked is a view he wishes to see everyday. At this thought, he can't help but caressing his dick through the fabric of his clothes and he kisses your inner thighs, he even bites them gently. The contact of his teeth on your sensitive skin makes you flinch. He knows damn well how to use his pretty mouth... He ends up sucking on your inner thigh skin to leave a mark. He loves thinking that you're his, even if it's just for a moment. His possessiveness doesn't just turn him on, it does the same to you. Someway, you are proud he wants you the same way you want him, and you do want to be his. And you want him to be yours.

You are out of breathe, slowly reaching down on Earth after being beyond clouds. You don't think straight and that's why your mouth speaks without consulting your brain.

"I want you" You hear your raspy post-orgasm voice says

Jungkook kisses you, some of your juice mixing in your mouth with your and his salivas. He leaves you just a few seconds and comes back with a metallic square packet in his hand.

"Are you sure?" He asks you

"Yes"

You have no doubt. You want Jungkook. You want to feel the closest you can, you want to feel him in you.

He kisses you, more gently than before, almost in a romantic way, before taking off his pants and underwear. The sight cuts your breathe: his cock is already hard. You can't deny that a new wave of wetness shakes your pussy. You wonder how stretching will his thick length be, you know he will fill you completely.

He puts the condom on, and gives himself a few pumps before placing his body closer to yours, right between your opened legs. The few seconds you have to wait to feel him are like torture. The emptiness of your pussy and the beautiful view of his hard cock so close to you makes you shiver in an impatient horniness. You're losing your mind, but it's even worse when Jungkook takes his length and slides upon your dripping pussy. You moan and then whine in pleasure when you feel it rubbing your swollen clit, causing a spam in all your body. His hard cock on your sensitive bud is the most delightful thing in the whole world.

"Jungkook, please" You beg

Once again, you don't know how much you are turning him on with your plea. "What a good girl", he thinks when he finally enters you. Slowly. Making you feel each inch stretching you and causing your mouth to open. It's so big, painful. It's so good. You don't really know if it's his cock or the realization of him filling you up but you are, once again, on the edge of your orgasm. However, you want this delightful sin to last as long as possible. That's why, when he is deep inside you, all his thick dick swallowed by your cunt, you put a hand on his firm abs to stop him from moving. You need to control yourself and take deep breathes. He is standing up, having the greatest view of your entire perfect body. Even though his position makes him dominant, on the inside, you are shaking everything in Jungkook. You could ask him anything, he would say 'yes'.

"You're so good" Jungkook says in a raspy voice before pecking you, this small gesture squeezes your heart with sweetness

When you begin to whimper from the lack of the now needed sliding, Jungkook gets the message and starts bumping. He begins quite slow but enhances the pace at each single bang. Your breasts bounces at the same rhythm and it's a call for him to grab your boob with his tattooed hand. His skin is even hotter than yours and the feeling is so damn good. His touch is like a delicious burn on your skin. His left hand keeps you in place while he penetrates you again and again. He enters you with all his length each time, hitting your g-spot. The pace is the perfect one: just providing the good amount of pain before it's unbearable. But what is unbearable is the arousal growing even bigger in your body.

"Oh my fucking god!"

"You're taking me so good, Y/N. So fucking perfect"

His head spins by the amount of pleasure. It's the pleasure of stretching your tight pussy but also of being the one in you. He keeps telling to himself how beautiful you are and how perfect your pussy feels around his cock, just like you were made for him. He wants each pounding to remind you that, at this moment, you're his and he's yours. There is nothing in the world but your two bodies being one.

He leans down to kiss you messily. You grab his hair and moan his name in his mouth. How can you survive so much pleasure? It's not just his perfect cock, Jungkook exactly knows how to move. He seems to know what you like, what you want and he gives it to you at the exact right time. That's why it's the best, best, best sex in your life.

"Are you so wet just for me?" His voice is full of cockiness and it makes you crazy, even his possessiveness creates a wave of arousal between your legs and makes your walls clench around him. "Answer me" He orders, giving a slap on the side of your ass, tightening your pussy even more and Jungkook mentally notes that you like that.

"Yes! Yes!" You repeat the only words you manage to say

"You're such a good girl" You can hear his smirk in his breathless voice, and it's fucking hot

You are so close, his cock stretching and pounding your dripping cunt. Jungkook feels your pussy clenching and he smirks. His inked hand leaves your breast to rub your clit, tightening your walls even more. It begins to be hard for him to enter you smoothly when you're so tight.

"Oh my god, Jungkook!" You moan, fighting to keep your eyes open just to see his face full of horniness and his messy-fuck hair sticked on his forehead. He is so perfect, so handsome. His puffy lips are slightly open and you swear that when he looks into your eyes, you can see his soul for a second.

"So fucking tight" He says with his jaws clenched, trying to not cum before you "Cum for me, babe. Cum around my cock"

His puzzling possessiveness towards you pushes him to fuck you harder. Eyes closed by the overwhelming wave of arousal, you have no idea that Jungkook is still watching you. So beautiful with your face torn by pleasure. He wishes to be the only one to witness it, the only one to provide you such an orgasm. And in fact, you've never cummed this hard. You get choked up, unable to make any noise, when you feel the most alive than you've ever felt - you don't even know if you're still on Earth - but Jungkook keeps fucking you through your orgasm. The overstimulation is almost too painful. Almost.

"Please, please" You groan

You don't know if it's for him to stop, to continue or to urge him to feel how good cumming right now is. Anyway, just a few poundings are enough for Jungkook after your little begging to fill the condom.

You are both panting and sweaty. Jungkook almost collapses on you and your burning skins melt into each other's. You feel so... overwhelmed. You don't even know what you're feeling right now except that you want to feel him closer. Not physically because you can't be closer than that - especially when Jungkook is still inside you - but emotionally. Your shaky hands - caused by the orgasms or your emotion - caresses his sticky hair. Jungkook throws his strong arms around you and rests his head on your breast, listening to your pounding heart. The feeling of your fingers playing with his black strands is soothing, he likes it. No, he loves it. He has never felt like this, in complete peace. He knows he is where he is to be.

You're happy Jungkook can't see your face because two big tears escape your eyes for an indeterminate reason. Well, actually, deep down, you know the reason but you're not ready to accept it just yet. Thankfully, you have time to dry your eyes before Jungkook lifts his pretty head and kisses you. A real, beautiful, perfect kiss. A kiss that says everything, every truth of the world and even more. Or is it your imagination because of your foggy post-amazing-orgasm brain?

Jungkook straightens up slowly and pulls out from you. The void between your legs is unpleasant, like a piece of you is missing. He grabs your hand to help to get off the table. Your weak and shaky legs abandon you but Jungkook's quick reflexes prevent you from hitting the ground.

"Wooh, easy cowboy" He laughs, kissing your temples

Why does he have to be so cute right now? Your legs are not the only part of your body to be weak at this moment: your heart is too. And his bunny smile, his adorable doe eyes and his scrunched nose are a huge threat.

You try to push this thoughts away and concentrate on stabilizing yourself. When you feel like you won't directly drop, you carefully let go of Jungkook's support.

"I should go take a shower" You say with a still raspy voice

"Sure, I'll give you a towel. And a t-shirt" He tells you playfully, glancing at your yellow once blouse.

You try to clean yourself quickly to give way to Jungkook but you still take the time to appreciate the smell of his body wash. It's not the usual strong and manly scent but a sophisticate amber and lemony fragrance. You realize it's perfect for Jungkook: mannish but soft at the same time. Okay, your brain is definitely not working well if you think his body wash is a mirror for his personality...

Out of the bathroom with the clean oversize black t-shirt and a pair of boxers that Jungkook gave you, you see him cleaning the diner table dressed only with his underwear. The mesmerizing view makes you blush. You don't say anything to enjoy the show a little longer. But Jungkook eventually notices you and gives you a genuine smile.

"You can choose a movie while I go shower, if you want"

He says that so naturally. Does that mean he expects you to stay over? Not that you complain but last time he left, so you kind of supposed you'd have to leave too. You are in fact really happy to stay and to spend more time with Jungkook after this intimate moment. Does he feel like something changed too? It was not only the sex but the few minutes after, while you were pressed against each other. You know what aftercare is but it was more than that.

———

"What are you doing this weekend?" Jungkook asks you

The movie has been going on for almost a hour now. You were surprised - but so happy - when Jungkook sat next to you and pulled closer, his arm around your shoulders. The fact that you smelled the same kind of made your heart beat faster. Silly, you thought. It was so good that you didn't want to think it was anything more than after-sex moment because if Jungkook decided to not see you again, you knew it would hurt you.

But now, he is asking for this weekend. So maybe, just maybe, he wants to see you again. Maybe to start something more serious?

"I have a thing Saturday. But I'm free Friday night and Sunday" You try to control your smile. "What about you?"

"I was thinking we could go to the Lotte aquarium. Have you been there?"

"Never" You answer, remembering that Suzi and you always talked about visiting it but always ended up doing something else. "I'd love to go"

You bite your lower lip to prevent you from asking "Is it a date?".

"Great" Jungkook smiles at you with his cute bunny smile, relieved that you agreed to go out with him. "What are your plans for Saturday, if it's okay for me to ask?"

"One of my friends is graduating from high school"

"You have young friends!" He jokes

"Yah, I'm not that old! You, on the other hand, can't say the same" You tease and he looks falsely offended

"Come on, Y/N, I'm like three years older"

You don't really think before kissing Jungkook. It's only when you pull your lips apart that you realize that you got carried away by the flirty situation and that you might have crossed a line.

Seeing the panic in your eyes, Jungkook reassures you by kissing you. Himself can't get enough of your pretty lips. Being with you, watching a movie, having you in his arms seems so natural to him. As it's always have been like that. He doesn't know why, and he doesn't even try to understand. He just wants to enjoy it.

And he does. All night. You sleeping in his bed is a blessing, almost a dream. That's why he wraps your body with an arm: he makes sure that you won't disappear. He can't deny that this fear comes with old demons that he tries to push away.

———

"Jongseob!" You scream your friend's name like a proud mom

He is wearing his high school uniform and, something unusual, he has styled his caramel hair - and yes, he has been punished for dying his hair. However, you can't yell at him when he is this cute.

"Noona!"

He immediately jumps at you and you notice that he has grown since the last time you saw him a few month ago.

"I'm so, so proud of you" You tell him, hugging him tightly. "I have something for you"

Jongseob grabs the bag you hand him and takes a look. His almond eyes sparkles and his lovely smile gets bigger. He looks genuinely happy to discover the new video game he told you about and a full box of donuts from your favorite coffee shop.

You are moved to see him happy. It's a drastic change from your first encounter and each time you think about it, your heart is painfully squeezed. It was three years ago. Suzi had sent you a text to tell you that she would be late. Grumbling, you decided to start shopping for the weekend party without her. You were strolling in Myeongdong when you heard some strange noises coming from a narrowed alley. A small group of high schoolers were having fun. Or that's what you thought at first. But watching carefully, you noticed that four of them were, indeed having fun from bullying a younger boy. You felt panicked, sad and angry. You didn't think a second before rushing toward them and yelling at them. They might have think you were crazy.

"If you touch him again, I swear to God that I will make you regret being born" You told them

It was not really your threat but the fading amusement that made them leave. When you turned around, you saw this scared but cute boy. You hugged him tightly and told him that he'd never be alone again. After that, you both sat at your now favorite coffee and you payed him a donut. Since then, Jongseob is like your little brother. You really, purely love each other. And you are so, so proud of him: he is more confident now and he graduates with special mention.

You can see in Jongseob's eyes that he is also thinking about your first encounter. Both of you have watery eyes now. He's never told you that he thinks you're his guardian angel. You helped him so much that he made a promise to himself: he will work hard and will give everything you want. He will take care of you the same way you took care of him. You're the person who knows him the most, like a big sister, his Noona.

You let him go join his classmates and you sit on the bleachers to follow the graduation. Pride brightens your eyes and warms your heart. When the headmaster calls 'Kim Jongseob', he stands up, takes his diploma and looks for you in the crowd. When his eyes meet yours, he waves at you with his certificate, a perfect sign of success after all he's been through.

"Noona, I'm not a kid anymore" Jongseob complains when you hand him a hot chocolate

You roll your eyes. After the ceremony, you invited him at the coffee shop and ordered the usual: a hot chocolate for Jongseob, a latte for you and two glazed lemon donuts - you told him to bring back home the ones you gave him earlier.

"Yah! It's not because you're not in high school anymore that you can't drink hot chocolate. Come on, I know you love it"

With a sigh, Jongseob gives up the protest and takes a sip. The sweet flavor makes him forget why he wanted anything else.

"I'm so proud of you"

"Stop! You said that a hundred times today"

"I know but it's true"

You can't control your emotion. Like you said earlier, you look like a proud mom and you are not going to be sorry for that. Moreover, you know that Jongseob is secretly happy to know how you feel about him, his own parents are not very supportive.

Jongseob's phone rings and he immediately jumps on it. He reads the text, blushes and answers. You squint and wait for him to put down the device. Jongseob notices the suspicious and amused expression on your face.

"What?" He asks, blushing harder

"Don't you have something to tell me?" You take a sip of your latte, trying to act detached while you're dying to know all the details

"There is this girl, Jiwon, she is so pretty and nice. We-we talk, that's all"

"You like her?"

"I-I think"

Jongseob is too cute when he is shy. He is a good guy, you have no doubt that Jiwon will see it too. You are also happy that he found someone, a friend, to talk to. After being bullied, it was hard for him to trust other people and you were the only one he talked to. But you have noticed a slight change in him: he is more open to others and, even if they can't be described as 'friends', he spends some time with them.

"What about you, Noona?"

"There is this guy, Jungkook, he is so pretty and nice" You tease him and Jongseob gently slaps your arm to make you stop. "I'm kidding! But for real, there is a guy. I don't really know what we are"

Actually, you are glad to talk about Jungkook to someone. You know you can talk to Suzi but she is too implicated so Jongseob can help you see things differently, especially when he doesn't know Jungkook.

"What would you like you two to be?"

It's a simple question. And yet, you never thought about it. When you're with Jungkook, you feel so good. He makes you happy, alive and it's more than just sex. The physical attraction you've had for him for months became something deeper when you started spending time with him. It's also scary how such a short time was enough for your heart and your brain to be full of Jungkook.

"I... want him" You whisper "I feel alive when I'm with him. I don't know how to explain but I want to be with him"

"What are you wanting for?"

You look at Jongseob with a surprised and confused look. He looks so confident - you don't know that it's thank to you that he can be.

"Go tell him. You have nothing to loose. And honestly, if this Jungkook guy doesn't want to be with you, he sucks"

Jongseob's cute smile gives you courage. He gives you a 'go girl!' look. You grab you bag, kiss Jongseob on his chubby cheek and waves him goodbye.

———

The bus ride allowed you to organize your speech. You feel so fucking stressed. Your heart beats loudly in your chest. You know that it's not easy to lay yourself bare and confess your feelings but you also know that you shared something real with Jungkook. You can't be the only one to feel this way, he must feel it too.

You arrive at the closest bus stop to Jungkook's. You place your hand on your crazy beating heart and take a deep breathe. It's okay, nothing can go wrong. You walk to his building and you are surprised to see him, standing up next to his Mercedes. You are ready to call him out but you throat goes dry when you see a girl hugging him.

What the hell?

You are close enough to hear them talking. But this can't be happening. It's all a misunderstanding, like in movies. The girl took him for someone else, or Jungkook is going to push her away. But no. The ground is opening under your feet, swallowing you. However, it's even more painful when you hear what they are saying.

"Kookie, I need you" The girl says in Jungkook's chest

"I'm here, I'm not leaving you"

Each word coming from his mouth is a dragger in your broken heart.

He wraps his arms around the fragile girl's body, an awful reminder that he's done the exact same thing to you just a few days ago.

"I love you" She says

Please, don't. Don't say it.

"I love you too"

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margotw10 · 2 years ago

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Crashing on Crush. JJK (m)

Pairing : crush!Jungkook x Female Reader

Synopsis : Jungkook invites you to eat ramyeon, but as your feelings grow for him maybe he hasn't been completely honest with you...

Words : 4.7k

Warnings : explicit language; cursing; oral sex (f. receiving); protected sex; mention of bullying

A/n : Hi! The new chapter of this fic, pls check the previous ones :) Don't hesitate to comment. Please keep in mind that English is not my first language. Once again, Mathilde worked hard to fix my grammar mistakes <3

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That’s why, heading out of the art gallery, you thought like you could finally breathe. The pure fresh air of Seoul filled your lungs like it was your very first breathing. That’s when you saw him, leaning against his black Mercedes.

Jungkook smiles at you when he notices you. A genuine smile, that makes you smile equally. A pure wave of happiness swaps your body and you wish you could jump in his arms. Once again, a little word with huge meaning starting with ‘L’ pops in your mind and warms your heart.

"What are you doing here?" You ask him, trying to not sound as cheerful as you are

"To see you"

The simple but so sweet respond attacks your heart. It would be illegal to be such a flirt.

"I was thinking I could cook for you"

"Oh, you know how to cook?" You tease him

"Are you questioning my cooking skills?" He replies, a brow lifting up suspiciously

Jungkook’s smile is so pretty. When he smiles, he looks like the happiest man alive and, oddly, seeing him happy makes you happy too. You realize that you want to make him happy.

"Prove me wrong then" You say, opening his car door.

———

You didn’t know what to expect from Jungkook’s apartment but it surely looks like him: a big living room with a huge TV screen, a large black leather couch, some paintings on the walls ; a modern open kitchen and a dark wood diner table making the transition between the cooking area and the living room. You see some photos of him, his family and his friends. It’s like Jungkook has brought all his memories from his brain and materialized it into his place. You feel good here, at peace, like in a cocoon, protected from the outside world. It’s the same feeling that when he wraps his arms around your frame.

As Jungkook washes his hand with soap in the kitchen sink, he speaks up:

"Do you want some ramyeon?"

You immediately burst into laugher and Jungkook follows you.

"I mean, real ramyeon but if you want that, I will love it too"

"Real ramyeon is okay" You say, blushing

Jungkook starts boiling water in a saucepan and grabs two packs of Shin Ramyun, the less spicy ones after you told him that you were sensitive. It doesn’t take long for the noodles to be ready and you two sit down at the dinner table.

The conversation goes smoothly. You talk about you two, your childhoods, the things you like and don’t like. You just get to know each other. Despite being unlabeled, it looks like the beginning of a relationship. Few memories of how it started with your ex-boyfriends come back to you and you realize that what you are leaving now with Jungkook is like that, but way better because you get along with so many things. You laugh at the same jokes, you are upset about the same things, you care about the same subjects. However, you don’t want to rush things. It’s been a long time since you were in a relationship and you want to take your time. You don’t have to put a name on what you and Jungkook are.

"Do you have nicknames?" You ask him at some point

"Actually, I have a lot of them: JK, Kook, Kookie" He pauses and a sparkle of playfulness brightens his doe eyes "Daddy…"

"Jungkook!" You blush and choke at the same time, which makes him laugh.

"You can call me whatever you want"

"What’s your favorite nickname? And don’t say Daddy" You ask him, genuinely wanting to call him by a name he likes

Jungkook takes the time to think and then, gets a tiny closer to you. When he talks back, his voice is way deeper and you feel a change in the air around you.

"Call me yours"

You don’t understand what happens next because in just one second, your lips are on Jungkook’s. He grabs your waist to pull you closer, basically putting you on his laps. Your hands are in his smooth, long hair. Your kiss is messy, eager and your panties gets quickly soaked. Then, Jungkook pulls you up and leans you on the table, the tableware pushed aside carelessly. The cold and hard material in your back contrast with the fire in your body and the softness of Jungkook’s lips on your neck. His hands struggle to unbutton your pale yellow blouse and he is too impatient to wait. With a sharp movement, he pulls over both sides, causing all the little buttons to pop and fall around you.

"Jungkook!" You scold him

"I’ll buy you a new one"

He even seems amused and kisses your breasts. It’s enough for you to forget about the ripped clothes. Jungkook sneaks a hand on your back and undoes your bra. He quickly takes off both your messed up blouse and your bra. Then, he cups your boobs with his large and warm palms and takes the time to admire your picked nipples - caused by the cold air on your burning skin and your horniness. His mouth dives onto your nipples and he rolls his tongue around it, sucks on it and gently bites it. The simulation of this sensitive zone causes you to moan his name. You tell him to take off his shirt - honestly, who will say no to sneak on his perfect body?

You flick his firm chest and abs. He is way too handsome with no shirt on. But Jungkook doesn’t give you too much time to enjoy the show because he unzips your black slacks and slides them down with your panties. Completely naked, you feel his glaze on you and you blush when he licks his lips, ready to eat you out.

"You are so beautiful" He whispers before he kneels down to kiss your pussy.

A choked whimper escapes your mouth. Feeling Jungkook’s lips on you, and especially on your wet pussy, is electrifying. A wave of arousal washes over your body. He eats you out like a starved man. You feel your juice mixed with his saliva dripping down to your ass and your pussy clenches on nothing until Jungkook hears your silenced prayers and enters you with two fingers.

"Oh my god!" You exclaim at the sudden and delightful stretch

"I love how tight you are, babe"

You barely hear his voice because his mouth is glued to your clit but the pet name drives you crazy. You’re losing your head, trying to grip the corner of the table not to lose your sanity under these perfect tongue flicks. Jungkook enhances the pace of his fingers, hitting your g-spot every time. You can’t take it any longer and you feel your orgasm building up in your body so fast that you can’t even tell Jungkook - not that he needs you to speak because your walls around his fingers getting tighter tell enough. You scream his name when you reach your climax, spams of pleasure all over your body.

You look literally fucked up and it’s what Jungkook wanted. Seeing and even feeling your pleasure makes him horny. He can feel his hard cock completely squeezed in his pants, it’s uncomfortable. You naked is a view he wishes to see everyday. At this thought, he can’t help but caressing his dick through the fabric of his clothes and he kisses your inner thighs, he even bites them gently. The contact of his teeth on your sensitive skin makes you flinch. He knows damn well how to use his pretty mouth… He ends up sucking on your inner thigh skin to leave a mark. He loves thinking that you’re his, even if it’s just for a moment. His possessiveness does’t just turn him on, it does the same to you. Someway, you are proud he wants you the same way you want him, and you do want to be his. And you want him to be yours.

You are out of breathe, slowly reaching down on Earth after being beyond clouds. You don’t think straight and that’s why your mouth speaks without consulting your brain.

"I want you" You hear your raspy post-orgasm voice says

Jungkook kisses you, some of your juice mixing in your mouth with your and his salivas. He leaves you just a few seconds and comes back with a metallic square packet in his hand.

"Are you sure?" He asks you

"Yes"

You have no doubt. You want Jungkook. You want to feel the closest you can, you want to feel him in you.

He kisses you, more gently than before, almost in a romantic way, before taking off his pants and underwear. The sight cuts your breathe: his cock is already hard. You can’t deny that a new wave of wetness shakes your pussy. You wonder how stretching will his thick length be, you know he will fill you completely.

He puts the condom on, and gives himself a few pumps before placing his body closer to yours, right between your opened legs. The few seconds you have to wait to feel him are like torture. The emptiness of your pussy and the beautiful view of his hard cock so close to you makes you shiver in an impatient horniness. You’re losing your mind, but it’s even worse when Jungkook takes his length and slides upon your dripping pussy. You moan and then whine in pleasure when you feel it rubbing your swollen clit, causing a spam in all your body. His hard cock on your sensitive bud is the most delightful thing in the whole world.

"Jungkook, please" You beg

Once again, you don’t know how much you are turning him on with your plea. "What a good girl", he thinks when he finally enters you. Slowly. Making you feel each inch stretching you and causing your mouth to open. It’s so big, painful. It’s so good. You don’t really know if it’s his cock or the realization of him filling you up but you are, once again, on the edge of your orgasm. However, you want this delightful sin to last as long as possible. That’s why, when he is deep inside you, all his thick dick swallowed by your cunt, you put a hand on his firm abs to stop him from moving. You need to control yourself and take deep breathes. He is standing up, having the greatest view of your entire perfect body. Even though his position makes him dominant, on the inside, you are shaking everything in Jungkook. You could ask him anything, he would say ‘yes’.

"You’re so good" Jungkook says in a raspy voice before pecking you, this small gesture squeezes your heart with sweetness

When you begin to whimper from the lack of the now needed sliding, Jungkook gets the message and starts bumping. He begins quite slow but enhances the pace at each single bang. Your breasts bounces at the same rhythm and it’s a call for him to grab your boob with his tattooed hand. His skin is even hotter than yours and the feeling is so damn good. His touch is like a delicious burn on your skin. His left hand keeps you in place while he penetrates you again and again. He enters you with all his length each time, hitting your g-spot. The pace is the perfect one: just providing the good amount of pain before it’s unbearable. But what is unbearable is the arousal growing even bigger in your body.

"Oh my fucking god!"

"You’re taking me so good, Y/N. So fucking perfect"

His head spins by the amount of pleasure. It’s the pleasure of stretching your tight pussy but also of being the one in you. He keeps telling to himself how beautiful you are and how perfect your pussy feels around his cock, just like you were made for him. He wants each pounding to remind you that, at this moment, you’re his and he’s yours. There is nothing in the world but your two bodies being one.

He leans down to kiss you messily. You grab his hair and moan his name in his mouth. How can you survive so much pleasure? It’s not just his perfect cock, Jungkook exactly knows how to move. He seems to know what you like, what you want and he gives it to you at the exact right time. That’s why it’s the best, best, best sex in your life.

"Yes! Yes!" You repeat the only words you manage to say

"You’re such a good girl" You can hear his smirk in his breathless voice, and it’s fucking hot

"So fucking tight" He says with his jaws clenched, trying to not cum before you "Cum for me, babe. Cum around my cock"

His puzzling possessiveness towards you pushes him to fuck you harder. Eyes closed by the overwhelming wave of arousal, you have no idea that Jungkook is still watching you. So beautiful with your face torn by pleasure. He wishes to be the only one to witness it, the only one to provide you such an orgasm. And in fact, you’ve never cummed this hard. You get choked up, unable to make any noise, when you feel the most alive than you’ve ever felt - you don’t even know if you’re still on Earth - but Jungkook keeps fucking you through your orgasm. The overstimulation is almost too painful. Almost.

"Please, please" You groan

You don’t know if it’s for him to stop, to continue or to urge him to feel how good cumming right now is. Anyway, just a few poundings are enough for Jungkook after your little begging to fill the condom.

You are both panting and sweaty. Jungkook almost collapses on you and your burning skins melt into each other’s. You feel so… overwhelmed. You don’t even know what you’re feeling right now except that you want to feel him closer. Not physically because you can’t be closer than that - especially when Jungkook is still inside you - but emotionally. Your shaky hands - caused by the orgasms or your emotion - caresses his sticky hair. Jungkook throws his strong arms around you and rests his head on your breast, listening to your pounding heart. The feeling of your fingers playing with his black strands is soothing, he likes it. No, he loves it. He has never felt like this, in complete peace. He knows he is where he is to be.

You’re happy Jungkook can’t see your face because two big tears escape your eyes for an indeterminate reason. Well, actually, deep down, you know the reason but you’re not ready to accept it just yet. Thankfully, you have time to dry your eyes before Jungkook lifts his pretty head and kisses you. A real, beautiful, perfect kiss. A kiss that says everything, every truth of the world and even more. Or is it your imagination because of your foggy post-amazing-orgasm brain?

Jungkook straightens up slowly and pulls out from you. The void between your legs is unpleasant, like a piece of you is missing. He grabs your hand to help to get off the table. Your weak and shaky legs abandon you but Jungkook’s quick reflexes prevent you from hitting the ground.

"Wooh, easy cowboy" He laughs, kissing your temples

You try to push this thoughts away and concentrate on stabilizing yourself. When you feel like you won’t directly drop, you carefully let go of Jungkook’s support.

"I should go take a shower" You say with a still raspy voice

"Sure, I’ll give you a towel. And a t-shirt" He tells you playfully, glancing at your yellow once blouse.

You try to clean yourself quickly to give way to Jungkook but you still take the time to appreciate the smell of his body wash. It’s not the usual strong and manly scent but a sophisticate amber and lemony fragrance. You realize it’s perfect for Jungkook: mannish but soft at the same time. Okay, your brain is definitely not working well if you think his body wash is a mirror for his personality…

Out of the bathroom with the clean oversize black t-shirt and a pair of boxers that Jungkook gave you, you see him cleaning the diner table dressed only with his underwear. The mesmerizing view makes you blush. You don’t say anything to enjoy the show a little longer. But Jungkook eventually notices you and gives you a genuine smile.

"You can choose a movie while I go shower, if you want"

He says that so naturally. Does that mean he expects you to stay over? Not that you complain but last time he left, so you kind of supposed you’d have to leave too. You are in fact really happy to stay and to spend more time with Jungkook after this intimate moment. Does he feel like something changed too? It was not only the sex but the few minutes after, while you were pressed against each other. You know what aftercare is but it was more than that.

———

"What are you doing this weekend?" Jungkook asks you

The movie has been going on for almost a hour now. You were surprised - but so happy - when Jungkook sat next to you and pulled closer, his arm around your shoulders. The fact that you smelled the same kind of made your heart beat faster. Silly, you thought. It was so good that you didn’t want to think it was anything more than after-sex moment because if Jungkook decided to not see you again, you knew it would hurt you.

But now, he is asking for this weekend. So maybe, just maybe, he wants to see you again. Maybe to start something more serious?

"I have a thing Saturday. But I’m free Friday night and Sunday" You try to control your smile. "What about you?"

"I was thinking we could go to the Lotte aquarium. Have you been there?"

"Never" You answer, remembering that Suzi and you always talked about visiting it but always ended up doing something else. "I’d love to go"

You bite your lower lip to prevent you from asking "Is it a date?".

"Great" Jungkook smiles at you with his cute bunny smile, relieved that you agreed to go out with him. "What are your plans for Saturday, if it’s okay for me to ask?"

"One of my friends is graduating from high school"

"You have young friends!" He jokes

"Yah, I’m not that old! You, on the other hand, can’t say the same" You tease and he looks falsely offended

"Come on, Y/N, I’m like three years older"

You don’t really think before kissing Jungkook. It’s only when you pull your lips apart that you realize that you got carried away by the flirty situation and that you might have crossed a line.

Seeing the panic in your eyes, Jungkook reassures you by kissing you. Himself can’t get enough of your pretty lips. Being with you, watching a movie, having you in his arms seems so natural to him. As it’s always have been like that. He doesn’t know why, and he doesn’t even try to understand. He just wants to enjoy it.

And he does. All night. You sleeping in his bed is a blessing, almost a dream. That’s why he wraps your body with an arm: he makes sure that you won’t disappear. He can’t deny that this fear comes with old demons that he tries to push away.

———

"Jongseob!" You scream your friend’s name like a proud mom

He is wearing his high school uniform and, something unusual, he has styled his caramel hair - and yes, he has been punished for dying his hair. However, you can’t yell at him when he is this cute.

"Noona!"

He immediately jumps at you and you notice that he has grown since the last time you saw him a few month ago.

"I’m so, so proud of you" You tell him, hugging him tightly. "I have something for you"

You are moved to see him happy. It’s a drastic change from your first encounter and each time you think about it, your heart is painfully squeezed. It was three years ago. Suzi had sent you a text to tell you that she would be late. Grumbling, you decided to start shopping for the weekend party without her. You were strolling in Myeongdong when you heard some strange noises coming from a narrowed alley. A small group of high schoolers were having fun. Or that’s what you thought at first. But watching carefully, you noticed that four of them were, indeed having fun from bullying a younger boy. You felt panicked, sad and angry. You didn’t think a second before rushing toward them and yelling at them. They might have think you were crazy.

"If you touch him again, I swear to God that I will make you regret being born" You told them

It was not really your threat but the fading amusement that made them leave. When you turned around, you saw this scared but cute boy. You hugged him tightly and told him that he’d never be alone again. After that, you both sat at your now favorite coffee and you payed him a donut. Since then, Jongseob is like your little brother. You really, purely love each other. And you are so, so proud of him: he is more confident now and he graduates with special mention.

You can see in Jongseob’s eyes that he is also thinking about your first encounter. Both of you have watery eyes now. He’s never told you that he thinks you’re his guardian angel. You helped him so much that he made a promise to himself: he will work hard and will give everything you want. He will take care of you the same way you took care of him. You’re the person who knows him the most, like a big sister, his Noona.

You let him go join his classmates and you sit on the bleachers to follow the graduation. Pride brightens your eyes and warms your heart. When the headmaster calls ‘Kim Jongseob’, he stands up, takes his diploma and looks for you in the crowd. When his eyes meet yours, he waves at you with his certificate, a perfect sign of success after all he’s been through.

"Noona, I’m not a kid anymore" Jongseob complains when you hand him a hot chocolate

You roll your eyes. After the ceremony, you invited him at the coffee shop and ordered the usually: a hot chocolate for Jongseob, a latte for you and two glazed lemon donuts - you told him to bring back home the ones you gave him earlier.

"Yah! It’s not because you’re not in high school anymore that you can’t drink hot chocolate. Come on, I know you love it"

With a sigh, Jongseob gives up the protest and takes a sip. The sweet flavor makes him forget why he wanted anything else.

"I’m so proud of you"

"Stop! You said that a hundred times today"

"I know but it’s true"

You can’t control your emotion. Like you said earlier, you look like a proud mom and you are not going to be sorry for that. Moreover, you know that Jongseob is secretly happy to know how you feel about him, his own parents are not very supportive.

Jongseob’s phone rings and he immediately jumps on it. He reads the text, blushes and answers. You squint and wait for him to put down the device. Jongseob notices the suspicious and amused expression on your face.

"What?" He asks, blushing harder

"Don’t you have something to tell me?" You take a sip of your latte, trying to act detached while you’re dying to know all the details

"There is this girl, Jiwon, she is so pretty and nice. We-we talk, that’s all"

"You like her?"

"I-I think"

Jongseob is too cute when he is shy. He is a good guy, you have no doubt that Jiwon will see it too. You are also happy that he found someone, a friend, to talk to. After being bullied, it was hard for him to trust other people and you were the only one he talked to. But you have noticed a slight change in him: he is more open to others and, even if they can’t be described as ‘friends’, he spends some time with them.

"What about you, Noona?"

"There is this guy, Jungkook, he is so pretty and nice" You tease him and Jongseob gently slaps your arm to make you stop. "I’m kidding! But for real, there is a guy. I don’t really know what we are"

"What would you like you two to be?"

It’s a simple question. And yet, you never thought about it. When you’re with Jungkook, you feel so good. He makes you happy, alive and it’s more than just sex. The physical attraction you’ve had for him for months became something deeper when you started spending time with him. It’s also scary how such a short time was enough for your heart and your brain to be full of Jungkook.

"I… want him" You whisper "I feel alive when I’m with him. I don’t know how to explain but I want to be with him"

"What are you wanting for?"

You look at Jongseob with a surprised and confused look. He looks so confident - you don’t know that it’s thank to you that he can be.

"Go tell him. You have nothing to loose. And honestly, if this Jungkook guy doesn’t want to be with you, he sucks"

Jongseob’s cute smile gives you courage. He gives you a ‘go girl!’ look. You grab you bag, kiss Jongseob on his chubby cheek and waves him goodbye.

———

The bus ride allowed you to organize your speech. You feel so fucking stressed. Your heart beats loudly in your chest. You know that it’s not easy to lay yourself bare and confess your feelings but you also know that you shared something real with Jungkook. You can’t be the only one to feel this way, he must feel it too.

You arrive at the closest bus stop to Jungkook’s. You place your hand on your crazy beating heart and take a deep breathe. It’s okay, nothing can go wrong. You walk to his building and you are surprised to see him, standing up next to his Mercedes. You are ready to call him out but you throat goes dry when you see a girl hugging him.

What the hell?

You are close enough to hear them talking. But this can’t be happening. It’s all a misunderstanding, like in movies. The girl took him for someone else, or Jungkook is going to push her away. But no. The ground is opening under your feet, swallowing you. However, it’s even more painful when you hear what they are saying.

"Kookie, I need you" The girl says in Jungkook’s chest

"I’m here, I’m not leaving you"

Each word coming from his mouth is a dragger in your broken heart.

He wraps his arms around the fragile girl’s body, an awful reminder that he’s done the exact same thing to you just a few days ago.

"I love you" She says

Please, don’t. Don’t say it.

"I love you too"

#jungkook x you #jungkook x y/n #jungkook fiction #bts jungkook #jungkook #bts fanfic #bts #fanfic #jongseob #jeon jungguk #p1harmony jongseob #jeon jungkook

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lil-gingerbread-queen · 1 year ago

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The French Government of Macron is extremely pro-Israel, giving more and more support to Israel as fascism gains more power in France.

Being pro-Palestine was labelled as a hate-crime toward jewish people, which will get you arrested. HOWEVER Neo-nazis have been doing more and more hate-crimes without repercussions. They burned down a mayor's house, trying to kill him and his family for doing his best to make immigrants feel welcomed, and the government didn't do shit. Nazis walked freely in a French city street in spring. Nazis aren't only Jews' oppressors, they deeply harmed and traumatized French people (they killed entire towns), so this is beyond acceptable.

The French cops are the most violent in Europe, they are pos who can do whatever they want. They stopped working when one of their colleagues was arrested for killing a civil, until the government freed him. They send a threat to the government of doing a coup and killing anyone in the country they see as "pests" (their own words, and yes, racist connotations) They have arrested multiple french journalists for doing their work (aka bringing the truth about the crimes done by our government). French cops do not follow the law and will arrest you just because they want to hurt you. They rape and kill.

It's important to know that the French people are not their government and that the majority of publications by French media on the conflict are full of comments in support of Palestine. In every protest I went to, support toward Palestine was also fought for on the side. A lot of comparison is done between Palestine with Algeria, and France with Israel, and how Algerians had to be violent because of France' crimes and colonialism (the Independence War of Algeria is our badge of shame. Any violence, any dead, that happened in Algeria is France's fault. Even terrorism is the fault of the oppressor, it would had less chances to happen if people weren't hurt again and again) Nobody with a braincell supports Darmanin (he's a rapist, a racist, a sexist and a homophobe). Anyone in France who is "against" the gov or its actions is labelled a terrorist, from ecologists to the Pope (yep, they lost it at the Pope saying that immigrants should be treated as humans. Wild moment). You get on the watch list very easily.

Currently, the French President Macron cannot go anywhere without being booed. They made saucepans illegal outside when the president or someone of his government is there because we made noises to not let them talk. Everytime he gets out, the security is out of the roof because they know that French hates him and they are afraid of his safety. (Good) BECAUSE OF THAT, Macron asked for Israel to be in charge of the 2024 Olympics Games' security. Israel will be paid to do the security and not let French people express themselves during the games, however, workers at the games are volunteers and not paid. So the French Government have no problem paying Israel to keep French people in check, but cannot pay its people who are in poverty.

French medias are owned by very rich folks who are exploiting people, in France and other countries, like France's ex-colonies, and have a lot of power in politics, some very racists and catholics people. They are colonizers, they cannot let their own journalists criticize it. You cannot say anything as a journalist or you get arrested.

All of this to say, the support toward Israel comes from Fascists. They stand with Israel as much as they stand with Nazis, because none of this is about "protecting the jews", it's about power. And don't support the 2024 Olympics Games.

France competing for the award for the worst bootlickers and racist pieces of shit.

Give France to the Zionists if you want them so badly to have a country.

Fuck this.

Antizionism is a duty just like resisting against Colonialism and Nazis.

#palestine #israel #france #the situation in France is more complicated than just France is racist #the racism is used as a way to hide the more problematic thing #so you complain about it while they are doing way worst in the background #Anyway French leftist who aren't politicians have no problem saying they want them dead

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apiratewhopines · 3 years ago

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Double Dealing

Chapter 5/22 (updating daily)

Story Summary: When his brother’s best friend calls in desperate need of help, mercenary Killian Jones will stop at nothing to save the woman from his old enemy. Flying halfway across the world to meet Emma Swan was all part of the plan, falling for her not so much.

Between deadly inventions, criminal masterminds, and his feelings, he soon realizes he may be in over his head.

That’s just the way he likes it, really.

Rating: M

Thanks to @motherkatereloyshipper for reading this over and making it better!

“So go ahead and tell me lies

I wanna hear”

-Beautiful Liar, X Ambassadors

Emma collapsed back against her front door the second she made it into her apartment. Indulging herself, she groaned for a full ten seconds before pushing off the flat surface hard enough to propel into the galley kitchen directly off the entrance.

Killian Rogers would be the death of her.

The evening had not gone according to plan. For one thing, her sexy new client hadn’t been joking when he said they would hunt down his cousin together. She had pictured a civilized exchange of information, a few professional ride-alongs, maybe a low-key interrogation or two. The point was he would feel like he was an integral part of the arrangement, but she would do most of the heavy lifting far from his flirty smile and haunting eyes.

Unfortunately, Rogers had other ideas that included invading her space, getting under her skin, and making her want things she usually found in dive bars. Even the way the man used chopsticks made her all hot and bothered.

She had told him to wait in the loft, but she should have known better than to think he would actually listen. The worst part was that if he had, she would probably still be lying in a cold alleyway trying to regain control of her muscles.

When she cornered Henry, she had done her best to be non-threatening, consolatory even. Emma remembered exactly what it felt like to be alone when the darkness settled over the city like a blindfold. She knew what horrors caused the cagey look in the young man’s eyes. So she probably shouldn’t have been surprised when the kid pulled out a taser he likely had no clue how to use. Torn between completing the job and possibly hurting the kid, she had frozen in a rare moment of indecision.

Cue the handsome stranger who had a talent for showing up out of the blue. With a motion so fluid it should be illegal, he had Henry disarmed without harming a hair on the boy’s head. He had hung around, engaging the kid in whispered conversation until his caseworker and a nearby patrol showed up. She had no idea what they talked about. Still, she felt herself softening when she saw Henry give the older man a small smile as he was handed into the passenger side of the police car.

Of course, he tried to play off his part in their little adventure, teasing her that she would have to split the bounty with him, an idle threat seeing as she took the case pro bono. It was the warm admiration creeping into his gaze, a look of thorough understanding like he actually saw all the way to the depths of her soul, that had her brushing him off and retreating to her place as quickly as her terrified feet would take her.

She wasn’t even sure how Killian would make it back to his hotel.

Shaking away her worry—because any man who could move like a ghost shouldn’t have any trouble finding his way home—she poured some milk into her only saucepan to warm it on the stovetop. It had been cold out there tonight, and her bruised ego and aching head could use some hot chocolate.

With Henry back where he belonged, she could devote her entire schedule to finding Mrs. Belle Gold. Anyone who lived in Boston had heard of the Golds, a mixture of praise and censure split into two parts for the widely different spouses. She had to admit her attention had always been drawn to the darker side of the couple, the infamous Mr. Gold.

Grabbing her ancient laptop from the coffee table in her living room, she absentmindedly stirred some cocoa powder and sugar into her warm milk with one hand. The other scrolled through search results for Belle. As she expected, the images of the brilliant inventor matched the brief glimpse she had of the laughing woman on Killian’s cell phone. Since her arrival in town a couple of years ago, the younger woman had done wonders for the Gold family image. An image that at best was tarnished by cutthroat business deals and at worse was tinged with scandals and whispers of criminal activities.

It seemed Belle was destined for sainthood, though. Winner of numerous scientific and humanitarian awards, she led the R&D team at Olympus Enterprises. She secured enough patents during her time there to make the Golds rich for several lifetimes. Various photos of the woman in evening gowns and lab coats loaded on her screen, even some of her at a local group home teaching kids how to code and launch their own video games. Her work with underprivileged youth had earned her as many accolades as her professional accomplishments.

Several minutes of digging while sipping her drink had yet to unearth anything of use in the way of personal information on the missing woman. If she had a private email or phone number, neither one was used to establish any online accounts or apps. Bank accounts all seemed to be joint in nature. Though she wasn’t opposed to tiptoeing through Gold’s finances, she would need someone far better at finding a way around the security measures to get anything useful.

Having struck out on all the usual searches, she settled onto her couch and started her secondary ones. Going with the assumption that Belle was a woman fleeing rather than a murder victim, she expanded her net. Women escaping bad relationships typically had some cash hidden away and a go-bag ready. That would mean she could have lasted a few days without stopping for basic necessities.

It would be worth canvassing the area around Gold Towers and the swanky neighborhood where the Golds lived to see if any local shop owners had seen her since the call she made to her family. She would also float a description of the late model sedan registered under Belle’s name to her contacts to see if anyone had noticed anything.

Satisfied she had a plan of action for the morning, her feet encountered the waxy plastic of the FedEx envelope she had been toting around all day as she shifted on the couch. Remembering the way Killian had rolled it up and stuck it in his back pocket made her feel flushed as she pulled it out from under her foot and examined it.

Jewel of the Realm was not a name she was familiar with. At first, she thought it was an online order she didn’t remember making. However, all her personal packages came straight to her apartment. She was strangely reluctant to open the thing, some flash of intuition telling her once she did, there would be no going back.

Instead, she typed the sender information in her search bar. She was treated to a bevy of news articles and a website that showed the business had been closed years ago. The owner of record was Liam Jones, an elusive man who must have taken advantage of European privacy laws to bury any images of himself. After several minutes of going through the results, she was no closer to figuring out why they would have sent her a package. All in all, it seemed like a legit, though now defunct, company specializing in global logistics.

Curiouser and curiouser.

Read the rest on AO3

@teamhook @jrob64 @kmomof4 @klynn-stormz @stahlop @xarandomdreamx @xsajx @tiganasummertree

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tearlessrain · 3 years ago

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a definitive ranking of horrible food-like items I have regretted putting in my mouth so far, from worst to least-worst:

expired pirate booty: it smelled and tasted strongly of sour milk but I ate one before I noticed. I may never recover. certainly I will never trust again.

liquid stevia: my shitty roommates in college who never cleaned the kitchen also left me to clean a bunch of shit on move-out day so I took all their spices. one of the things in the cupboard was liquid stevia, which I hadn’t heard of, so I licked it to see if I wanted it and I really really really didn’t want it. and then the taste stayed in my mouth for like an hour. it tasted like like it was possibly manufactured in a hospital. I returned the devil’s molasses to the cupboard and stole three containers of cinnamon instead.

lemon seed: I accidentally added it to my stir fry and later thought it was a small piece of chicken. so bitter that it triggered my gag reflex, which I didn’t know was possible. still doesn’t beat out the stevia on the grounds that it faded quickly and the stir fry was otherwise delicious (chicken and bok choy in soy sauce, mirin, and a squeeze of, to my subsequent peril, fresh lemon juice. highly recommend, but substitute the lemon seed with no lemon seed)

lump of Combos™ filling that I thought was a piece of pretzel: somehow saltier than salt. wasn’t too bad until I decided it wasn’t too bad and tried to power through it, and then I experienced what it might be like if the total sodium content of the Utah salt flats was somehow concentrated entirely within the prohibitively small surface area of my mouth. but like, if Utah was faintly pizza-flavored.

mysteriously cube-shaped chewing gum: found in the same cabinet as the liquid stevia and previously belonged to one of the shitty roommates. I was compelled to put it in my mouth purely because it was cube-shaped. it instantly crumbled into the texture of dried-up organic toothpaste, which is an appalling texture that I would only wish on about six people. probably severely expired, but tasted fine. between this and the stevia, it occurs to me that god may have been punishing me for my kitchen-based illegal salvage operation. or maybe I just shouldn’t have been blindly trusting the culinary judgement of someone who couldn’t boil pasta without destroying my saucepan.

surprise Warhead sourball: among the lowest on the list due to the fact that they’re supposed to be like that and the taste is theoretically fine, but I was like ten years old and I thought it was a gumball and I’m reeling to this day from just how sour it was. what the fuck are those things. nobody should eat them without an entire glass of water and a safeword.

a single argentine ant. I was six and I’d read somewhere that they tasted like lemon so I found one and ate it. it bit my tongue hard but it tasted fine. I can’t really blame it.

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wariomolly · 2 years ago

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Strawberry Pie

In small saucepan crush 1 cup strawberries; add 1 cup water. Bring to boil, simmer 2 min. Sieve berry mixture. Add 3/4 (???? illegible) cup sugar and 3 tbs, cornstarch. Cook over medlum heat, stirring constantly, until thick.

Spread ¼ cup glaze over bottom and sides of baked pie shell. Mix 5 cups strawberries with remaining glaze, pour into glazed pie shell. Chill 3 to 4 hours, Top with whipped cream.

strawberry pie recipe dish i found at my grandmas !!!! i want to try this asap

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achillestiel · 4 years ago

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the parent trap only works if you’re identical | part four

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Ok Winchester, you can do this. Just be cool, calm and collected. Dean said to himself as he drove towards Foxhall Village, the area that Cas and Jack lived in. Jack had fallen fast asleep about an hour before and every now and then Dean would glance over, marvelling at how much Jack looked like Sammy when he slept. They would both zonk out instantly, mouth slightly open without a care in the world. As much as Dean missed Claire, because that pint sized tearaway was his whole damn world, he couldn’t help but wish that he’d been able to get to know Jack more.

"Hey kid we're here." Dean said as they drove up the street Cas now lived on. "Nice place, what's your dad doing now here in DC?"

"Oh, he's the head of the council of economic advisers." Jack said. "Which sounds cool but it just means he talks about economic policy a lot. It’s cool when he goes to the White House, last time he stole a pen for me. Don’t tell anyone because I’m not sure if that illegal or not."

Dean just sat there for a moment because of course Cas now had a great job within the government. When they'd first met Dean had made endless jokes about how Cas would be president one day. Cas had always rolled his eyes but smiled whenever Dean jokingly called him Mr President.

"What's wrong?" Jack asked.

"Nothing kid, come on. Let's get you back to your dad. No doubt Claire has driven him insane by now so getting her back will be easy." Dean said, getting out the car when all he wanted to do was clamber back into the impala and hightail it back to Kansas. Yes, he was being a coward but the idea of seeing Cas after all this time was doing things to his brain.

"Doubt it, he's put up with Uncle Gabriel for all these years." Jack said.

"Yeah, I remember your uncle alright. Ruined our damn couch." Dean muttered darkly.

"That doesn't surprise me." Jack said as the pair walked up the driveway towards a large Tudor style house. Huh working in government definitely pays well Dean thought. Swallowing down his fear, Dean rang the doorbell. He prayed to whoever was up there that he didn't throw up on the tasteful doormat. The door opened and Dean braced himself to see Cas. Instead, he came face to face with-

"Uncle Gabriel!" Jack said happily. Dean suppressed a groan as he looked down at the short, cheerful-looking man. How was it possible that Gabriel looked almost exactly the same after twelve goddamn years?

"Well if it isn't my favourite nephew." Gabriel said happily as he pulled Jack in for a hug. "And you brought Winchester! Never brought he'd leave Kansas. Is your brother still an Adonis of a man?"

"Was he ever?" Dean asked as he held out his hand for Gabriel to shake. Sure the guy might have wreaked Dean's brand new couch fourteen years prior but he was trying to be polite.

"Oh he was and I let him know all the time. Shame he was so happy with Eileen." Gabriel said, looking wistfully as he shook Dean's hand.

"Yeah well...not that it isn't nice to see you again Gabriel but I kind of need to grab my daughter." Dean said. Maybe he could do this whole thing without having to even see Cas. Part of him was relieved but that idea and the other part of him was just a swirl of emotions.

"Of course, follow me to the kitchen." Gabriel said, stepping back inside the house and motioning for Dean to follow him. Dean obliged, looking around the pristine hallway for any sign of Cas. Jack was hot on their heels as they walked into the kitchen. Dean stopped and just glared at the sight in front of him.

Claire, wearing one of Dean's flannel shirts that was definitely three sizes too big for her, was cheerfully stirring the contents of a large saucepan. Loudly humming along to a song on the radio, which after a second Dean placed as Queen. When Dean coughed loudly she looked up and grinned.

"Dad! Come on in, we're making chilli for dinner." Claire said, looking far too happy for her own good. "Jack, grab some chips and gauc out the fridge."

"We?" Dean asked while Jack sauntered past him towards the huge sub zero refrigerator.

"Hello Dean." And damn if that didn't make Dean want to sprint out the house. He braced himself and looked over to where Cas was standing. All the breath in Dean’s body left him as his eyes fell onto Cas. He looked almost exactly the same apart from a few wrinkles around the startlingly blue eyes that Dean had always adored. His hair was still a complete mess and...son of a bitch, he was even wearing the blue sweater Dean had brought him for Christmas fifteen years prior. Seriously, was he doing this on purpose?

“Um...hey Cas...long time.” Dean managed to stammer out.

“Dork.” He heard Claire mutter under her breath.

“Hey.” Dean said, rounding on Claire. “You got any idea how much trouble you’re in of this little stunt? This ain’t gonna be like the time you blew up the shed, you’re gonna be grounded until the day you graduate high school. Maybe even college.” Dean said.

“You blew up a shed?” Cas, Gabriel and Jack all asked, staring at Claire mix of horror (Cas) and awe (Jack and Gabriel).

“Ok, I didn’t blow up the shed. I started a small fire in the shed by accident.” Claire retorted. Dean and Cas both groaned as Jack walked over to give Claire a high five.

“I really love this kid.” Gabriel announced.

“Oh Jesus.” Dean muttered at the same as Cas. They both glanced at one another for a moment before Dean turned his attention back to Claire. “You. Car. Now.”

I should have stayed hiding upstairs. Cas thought as he stared, yes he was staring, at Dean. How was it possible that Dean looked even better after twelve years? Dean in his early twenties had been a sight to behold but Dean in his late thirties was a thing of beauty. His boyish good looks had turned into handsome roguishness.

“Dad, I can’t leave yet. We’ve just laid the table.” Claire said to Dean.

"We thought you'd be hungry after driving all day so Claire and I made dinner." Cas said. In reality Gabriel had dragged him into the kitchen wherein he’d found Claire already making chilli. Cas wasn’t going to tell Dean that.

"That's a nice thought but-"

"Dad, I know all you've eaten today was gas store jerky.” Claire said, rolling her eyes. “Am I right?” she asked Jack who just nodded. “See? Now wash your hands, sit down and eat this damn chilli because I’m Aunt Eileen’s recipe and I know that’s your favourite.” Claire said, pointing a chilli covered wooden spoon at Dean. Cas simply could not fight the smile that spread across his face when he saw Dean’s terrified expression.

“Fine, just chill out. God you sound like Ellen when you do that.” Dean said, going over the sink to wash his hands before grabbing a seat and sitting down. Cas rolled his eyes, not even realising he was doing it until Dean looked over and glared. Dean was nearly forty and he was pouting like a small child.

“Well while you all enjoy this little family reunion I’m going to grab some wine...maybe a enough for a vineyard.” Gabriel said as he sauntered out the room.

“Does Gabriel live here?” Dean asked Jack.

“No, he was getting his condo renovated so he stayed here for a while. He’s back home now.”

“Longest eight weeks of my entire life.” Cas said quietly. “Jack, can you help Claire dish up?”

“Sure thing, let me run my bags upstairs and I’ll be right back.” Jack said.

“Oh I’ll help you!” Claire said as they both ran out the room.

“Nice to know subtly isn’t their strong point.” Dean said with a nervous laugh. Cas just let out a long sigh and sat down across from Dean.

“Yes, I’m starting to think they might be plotting something.” Cas said. “If Claire is anything like Jack in the determination department then we might be in trouble.”

“Oh believe me, Claire does not need any help when it comes to determination. She can wrap anyone round her finger. You know I still have a scar on my forehead from when she made me go rollerblading?”

“You went rollerblading?” Cas asked, utterly baffled by the idea of Dean Winchester going rollerblading.

“Not voluntarily.” Dean said. Cas laughed and was shocked to see Dean’s face light up. “Um...I’m sorry to crash your evening like this. I didn’t think that I’d be here tonight.”

“No, when I went to the train station to pick up Jack I didn’t expect to see my twelve year old daughter.” Cas said. “You don’t have to apologise, I’ve enjoyed having Claire here.”

“Yeah, I really liked spending time with Jack, he’s a good kid.” Dean said. “Listen Cas-”

“Got the wine!” Gabriel said, strolling back into the kitchen holding two bottles of red wine. “Where’s Thing One and Thing Two.”

“Here!” Jack and Claire said in unison. Cas had a feeling the two had just been waiting outside the door for at least a minute. His suspicions were confirmed when he saw the smug look Jack gave Claire as they were dishing up dinner. Gabriel kept himself busy by pouring all the adults generous glasses of wine. Dean tried to protest because he still needed to drive back to Kansas but Gabriel laughed him off.

“So Deano, what have you been up to all these years?” Gabriel asked after nearly ten minutes of awkward silence while they ate.

“Oh...um...not much…” Dean said, staring down at his chilli.

“You have!” Claire intoned. She turned to Gabriel and Cas with a proud look on her face. “When Uncle Bobby decided to retire five years ago Dad brought his share of the garage. It’s expanded so much over the past few years that last year Dad brought the empty lot next door. He’s restoring a 1957 Chevy Bel Air at the moment and it’s awesome.” Claire said with so much pride in her voice that it made Cas smile fondly. Dean had always had a love for classic cars and he was happy to see that he had made his passion a profession.

“That’s amazing Dean, you should be proud.” Cas said.

“He is, he’s just awful at saying it.” Claire said. “We’ve got this old Firebird in the garage back home that Dad’s slowly been restoring. It’s really cool.”

“Are you planning on selling it once it’s restored?”

“Um...no...I mean, I was thinkin’ bout it but Claire loves the car so much that I’m planning on giving it to her as a graduation present.” Dean said, looking away from his plate of chilli to give Claire a quick, but loving, smile. “That’s if she gets good grades and promises to take care of it.” he added and Claire laughed.

“Me and Jack could take a twin road trip when we both graduate.” Claire said excitedly. “See the grand canyon or hike Yosemite!”

“And Yellowstone! We could see the geothermal pools.” Jack said with as much excitement as Claire.

“You know most teenagers would want to go to Tijuana.” Gabriel said.

“Does Tijuana have cool rock formations like Antelope Canyon? If not I don’t care about it.” Jack said and once again he and Claire high fived. It was at that moment Cas realised this wasn’t going to be easy. Claire and Jack knew about each other now. They’d bonded while at camp and separating them again would not only break their hearts but Cas’ as well.

“Yeah well, we’ll see.” Dean said in a small voice, catching Cas’ eye. This isn’t going to end well he said with his eyes. Cas nodded in agreement. While Claire and Jack began to plan a road trip that was several years away, Cas coughed to get Dean’s attention.

“I’m glad you’re doing something you love, with the garage I mean.”

“Oh...yeah, well you always knew it was a dream of mine to have my own garage.”

“I did and if I remember rightly I said that it would become a reality.” Cas said.

“Yeah well, it’s not as big as working in the white house but…”

“Dean, I think we both know that your job is far more interesting than mine. I talk about budgets all day while you-”

“Are stuck in the guts of a car and come home covered in axle grease? Seriously, Claire hoses me down some days.” Dean said letting out a small laugh as, once again, he glanced fondly at Claire.

“She’s amazing, I have to say. You’ve done an amazing job in raising her.” Cas said and he really meant it. True, most of the time he’d spent with a teenage Claire included Cas ‘spiralling’ but he’d enjoyed it.

“You say that now because she’s on her best behaviour...sort of. You do remember she set fire to the shed right? You’ve got the real winner with Jack. That kid, he’s just awesome. Really smart, kind of reminds me of Sam.”

“Can we both agree that our kids are amazing and leave it at that?” Cas asked. Dean chuckled and Cas was flooded with memories at the sound. His stomach ached with longing to make Dean laugh like that again and again. This really wasn’t going to end well at all.

#deancas parent trap #deancas fic #destiel fic #wanderingcas #deancas #destiel #part five will be up tomorrow cause it's already written #namely i had to cut this part down because it was already getting too long #like always if you want to be in the tag list just let me know!#hope you guys like these because i'm doing zero house stuff while writing this

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experiencenaturetoday · 4 years ago

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Are You Ready to Ignite Your Soy Candle Making Desire?

Soy candle making is a lot like making bath bombs. You can fully experiment with scents and colors, unleashing your creativity! Even choosing the containers for candles is a part of the fun.

And just like making bath bombs, you never know exactly how the color or scent will come out until you go through the steps of soy candle making. But, there are a few things you should consider before gathering your candle making supplies.

Why Make Natural Candles?

Basically, anytime we burn poor or cheaply made candles, chemicals can fill and linger in our home – long past blowing out the candle. Which in effect can cause the air in our homes to become fairly unhealthy.

All it all comes down to candle ingredients. You see, many store-bought candles are filled with chemicals such as carcinogens and phthalates (Farley, 2016). Never heard of phthalates? They are hormone-disrupting chemicals that are a health risk to babies, young children, men, and women (Powers, 2007). Phthalates can aggravate asthma and are linked to increased incidences of breast cancer (Stuart, 2016).

Luckily, we can leave these types of candles at the store and make our own with better candle ingredients! So, let’s get started by choosing your candle making supplies. We’ll cover it all from wax to wicks to fragrance and containers before we show how to make your first candles!

Natural Soy Candle Making Supplies:

I can attest that picking up supplies for candle making can be inconvenient. It can take what seems like half a day trying to find the supplies you want and need. So, I’m including a link where possible to order online as we talk about the soy candle making supplies you’ll need.

Candle Wax Types

Natural waxes like soy and beeswax are excellent sources for candles. In fact, you can make a half dozen soy wax candles at home in just an hours’ time all while leaving the yucky stuff out!

And what I really love about soy wax – it’s non-toxic, biodegradable, renewable, and cleans up if spilled with just warm water.

I buy my soy candle wax by the pound in flakes here. It’s really easy to measure out that way. You may also love working with a blend of the two like this natural coconut, soy, beeswax blend for candle making. Unsure of what candle wax you want to use? Start with a sample kit of candle wax types.

Paraffin wax is the most commonly used wax in candles. Unfortunately, it is a byproduct of the petroleum industry. As such paraffin wax releases toxic carcinogens including acrolein, acetaldehyde, and formaldehyde according to the EPA ( Knight & Levin, 2001). Therefore, I don’t recommend it.

Candle Wicks

Have you ever noticed a small wire in the center of cotton candlewick after lighting it?

Well, that wire happens to be a lead core and when burned it emits lead into the air. Yep, that’s pretty crappy, right?

But, did you know is it illegal to manufacture candles in the United States with lead-cored wicks? While that is great news, candles made overseas and sold in the U.S. can still contain lead.

With that in mind, wood wicks make a great alternative to cotton wicks. They are non-toxic, eco-friendly, and can be readily made from organic renewable resources. You’ll also need little metal clips to hold the wood wicks in a place like the ones in the photo above.

And as a bonus wood wicks add to the ambiance of a beautiful flickering flame with a soft crackling sound. It is reminiscent of a cozy night spent by the fireside. What’s not to love?

Another option is natural cotton wicks. And pre-waxed cotton wicks are the easiest to use. Just make sure you buy healthy ones like these, made without paraffin wax or other additives.

However, the downside to using cotton wicks is centering the wick. It is really tricky to center a wick. I’ve tried lots of ideas like tying wicks to pencils and bamboo skewers. But, what works best is a centering device.

You really need the wick to be held in the center during the pouring and setting process. I got my first centering devices with this candle making kit. They have handy options to set wicks for multiple widths and they can withstand the heat of the wax.

How Do You Fragrance Non-Toxic Candles?

It’s easy to create your favorite candle scents with essential oils, natural extracts, or aromatic isolates. Let’s start with the essential oils. How much essential oil do you use to make candles?

I recommend adding half an ounce to one ounce of essential oils per one pound of wax. If you are combining a few different essential oils like lemon and rosemary make sure to split up the amount.

Another option for soy candle making is all-natural fragrance oils composed of aromatic isolates from nature and essential oils. Did you know like essential oils, this type of fragrance oil has zero additives?

Yep, compared to typical fragrance oils, they do not contain parabens and phthalates. They can be a more affordable candle making supply than essential oils. Yet, still helpful for creating a candle without synthetic ingredients. You can even start with a sample candle making kit to find your favorite candle fragrances!

What else do you need to make candles?

Candle Containers

You truly can use a variety of options for candle containers. Take stock of your pantry for containers like mason jars. Or visit your local antique shop for teacups and other unique containers. I personally love these 4-ounce amber glass jars with lids and metal candle tins.

Sometimes I find colorful ramekins in the thrifty Spot section at Target. And when I’m feeling very creative I make lemon bowl candles as seen in the top left corner of the photo above.

Candle Pouring Pitcher

– A Must Have!

This one always seems to throw people off. What is a candle pouring pitcher? It’s a big pitcher to safely melt wax in and pour it out. Can you melt wax in a pot on the stove? Sure, but that’s pretty messy and it’s really difficult to pour the wax evenly.

A candle pouring pitcher has a spout and a handle that stays cool. Which makes pouring candles a breeze. This is the candle pouring pitcher I use, it holds up to four pounds of wax. See it in the bottom right corner of the photo above.

Soy Candle Making Tips:

I’ll be honest the first time I made candles was stressful. Worrying about burning the wax, getting the wicks in the center of each container, and adding the scents at the right temperature – is a lot to handle!

But, you know what? They turned out great! And I was hooked from the start on soy candle making.

So, here’s a few tips to help your soy candle making be less stressful from the get-go. And once you get the hang of it, you’ll be hooked on making candles too!

What temperature do you pour soy wax?

When making candles the temperature of the wax is one of the most important steps to achieve professional candle results. Therefore you will need a thermometer to measure the temperature often. I recently switched to a new no-touch infrared thermometer. It’s very fast, always accurate, and doesn’t require any clean-up since I don’t have to place it in the wax.

Another option is one with a clip like this, it will clip inside your candle making pitcher, keeping your hands free. If you don’t have one you could use a candy thermometer, but you may not want to make candy with it after.

Overall soy wax should be poured anywhere between 120 to 140 degrees Fahrenheit. Keep in mind, soy wax can be quite sensitive to temperature as it is a softer wax than the typical paraffin. Do not heat it above 200 degrees Fahrenheit to avoid burning and discoloration. I prefer to heat to 185 degrees Fahrenheit.

What’s the best temperature to add essential oils to soy wax?

Fragrance oils for candle making come with flashpoints listed on the labels. Essential oils do not! Which can make it difficult for figuring out what temperature to add essential oils to soy wax.

In my experience, if you add essential oils at a temperature above 125 degrees Fahrenheit the scent does not blend well. I see the best results by adding essential oils at 120 degrees Fahrenheit with a two-minute stir.

How much wax do you need for a candle?

The answer to that requires a bit of math. So get your calculator, just kidding. We’ve got this!

We’ve made candle making easy with a candle wax calculator. No matter what candle vessel you choose our candle wax calculator can tell you exactly how much candle wax you’ll need! It even takes the amount of fragrance or candle dye being added to the wax. This means you can count on a good melt pool and no wasted materials!

Just remember, when measuring soy wax flakes use a digital kitchen scale to get an exact measurement. Otherwise, you’ll be left with too much wax or not enough to fill your containers.

How to Make Candles for Beginners

Now that we covered the most asked questions about candle making and where to find candle making supplies, it’s time to make your first candles!!

To keep things as simple as possible, we’re going to start with a basic candle recipe. It’s one I’ve used time and time again with great success! This beginner candle recipe will make 4 average-sized candles.

Here’s what you’ll need:

4 amber glass 4 oz jars

1 lb soy wax flakes

4 medium wood wicks and clips

4 glue dots or wick tab stickers

candle making pitcher

kitchen scale

infrared thermometer

1.5-ounces natural fragrance oil or more essential oils (see tips above)

Instructions to make candles:

1. Insert a wood wick into metal clips. For a louder crackling sound, double up the wood wicks. The add a glue dot to the base of the metal clip. Place it in the center base of one glass jar. Repeat for all four until you have 4 jars with wicks inserted and set aside.

2. Next, fill a large saucepan with about 2 inches of water and place it on the stove to heat. Measure 1 pound of soy wax flakes with a digital kitchen scale.

3. Pour measured wax into a candle pitcher and set it inside the large saucepan. Whisk often and heat on low heat, up to a simmer at most, until melted using the double boiler method. Heat up to 185 degrees Fahrenheit and check often with a no-touch infrared thermometer.

4. Remove from heat immediately to avoid wax from becoming too hot. Insert a candle thermometer and allow the wax to cool to 120°F to 125°F before adding essential oils or just below the flashpoint of a natural fragrance oil.

5. Once the wax has cooled to the correct temperature add fragrance and whisk for 2 minutes to thoroughly combine. Carefully pour the scented soy wax into prepared jars. Let cool 1 hour or more until the wax is hard and white before cutting wicks to an inch or so.

Wait for 3 days before burning candles for the best scent throw. Candle Science even recommends 1-2 weeks of preferred curing time, for natural waxes such as soy and coconut. Although, they agree 3 days is the minimum curing time for candles.

#candlemaking #candle making #soy candles #diy #how to #household

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elminx · 5 years ago

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Wildcrafting: Japanese Knotweed Cocktails

First off and up front: I am NOT advocating for growing Japanese Knotweed. It is an EXTREMELY invasive species in the American Northeast where I live.

Also, this post is made with the permission of my coven-mate Dora who has been harvesting and eating the Knotweed growing wild in her backyard as a way to try to mitigate its spread. Many of the words and images are hers - let’s call her the “Guest Writer” of this post.

Dora writes:

Japanese Knotweed is an aggressive invasive species. It is illegal to transport and propagate in most places. (Do not put the scraps into your compost heap or in any way help it to spread. It will root from any part of the plant, and will be extremely difficult to eradicate once established). Most roadside management plans involve trying to kill/control it with herbicide, so I wouldn’t recommend eating it from the roadside or area that was likely treated with herbicide.

I have a big patch in my yard that I have been watching grow for many years. It is a bit concerning - it is taking over and aggressively getting bigger each year. I looked into ways I could combat it’s spread in my local environment, and happened to come across the information that the stalks are edible, and even fairly tasty. I don’t think eating the leaves raw (or possibly at all?) is a good idea, from my limited research. The stalks have a satisfying snap and taste a bit like rhubarb with a woody/ earthy/ beet undertone and are fine to eat raw or cooked. While eating it won’t eradicate it, it is at least making it useful.

I did a bit of research on the magical properties of Knotweed. It’s hard to find much about it online but I did see a bunch of sources linking it to the planet Mars. On the other hand, Scott Cunningham links it with feminine energy, the planet of Saturn, and the element of Earth. He saws that it can be used in binding magic which makes some sense given its name. I also saw some evidence to its uses medicinally though cannot back them up and am hesitant to share them. Do your own research if you have knotweed and are curious about its medicinal applications.

Dora writes:

The thick new-growing stalks (1ft or less) with significant diameter (the skinny ones are woodier) seem to have a more desirable texture, although I found that even the taller or skinnier stalks still have a pleasant flavor and were fine for making cocktail syrup, as you strain out the pulp that gets a bit woody/ stringy with age and development.

Dora says:

To make cocktail syrup, I simply took a bunch of the new stalks and removed the leaves and soaked them/ rinsed them thoroughly in water. I chopped them up into bits (a bit smaller than the above photo) and boiled them. Using the wisdom of how to make a typical cocktail syrup, I recommend using enough water to partially cover the knotweed in your saucepan, and keeping to a ratio of 1:1 water:sugar to make a standard “cocktail” syrup. I can say it holds up well to less sugar, but would be more perishable with less sugar, and last longer in the fridge with more sugar.

My edit: Dora made a simple syrup here. I personally prefer to make a complex syrup which is 1 part water / 2 parts sugar because it lasts substantially longer. I just don’t use syrup often enough to justify making some and having it immediately go bad in my fridge.

Let the knotweed boil for about 10 minutes (long enough to turn soft/mushy and for the red color to leave the stalks and become part of the liquid. Then strain out the knotweed solids, return to a boil, and add the sugar stirring until dissolved. Turn off the heat and let it cool once the sugar is dissolved.

An entertaining happenstance is that the sticky sap/ pulp of the plant acts in a cocktail shaker much like an egg white when shaken in the cocktail shaker, imparting a desirable mouth feel and foamy top (much like egg white).

We were pretty into this because it creates a foamy egg white like consistency in a cocktail without using egg which is great for our vegan friends.

And now for the fun part: Knotweed Cocktails!

Dora fed me two:

Knotweed “Manhattan”

1 part knotweed syrup

1 part Whiskey or Rye

Stir over ice and strain (you could shake it for foam if desired)

Garnish with small raw shoots of knotweed (but continue to ensure even these unassuming little bits do not find a new place to root). Peeling the larger stalks makes them more palatable. If the right diameter & length, they entertainingly function as straws.

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Vodka-Knotweed Fizz

1 part knotweed syrup

1 part lime or lemon juice

2 parts vodka

Shake the above like the dickens with ice in a shaker, and then pour the entire shaker contents (ice and all) into your glass, and top with sparkling water.

(pictured below)

I hope you all enjoyed this tutorial on how to use the knotweed that you (hopefully don’t) have in your backyard. Please remember to properly dispose of any leftover pieces from this recipe - ie - don’t put it in your compost or you’ll be growing more knotweed in no time.

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chaotic-carnifex · 3 years ago

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👆🏻 This is what I have allowed into my campaign. Learn from my mistakes. Do not allow players to play as 3 kobolds in a trenchcoat, especially not in low level campaigns. They get 3 attacks.

But also good job Simon.

we finished waterdeep dragon heist recently, and this scene tickled me enough to draw it

featuring three kobolds in a trenchcoat (minus the trenchcoat), random guard 1, and random guard 2

#like don't get me wrong #Saucepan Arthur and Shiv are lovely #but they are also highly illegal and not balanced at all #I may have to re-balance the attacks #make 2 of them count as off-hand or something

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zephyrthesolitary · 4 years ago

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Herbal Chronicles #2 - More Ways To Prepare Herbs + More

If you’re reading this, and have not seen my previous post, ‘Herbal Chronicles#1 - WHY HERBS?!′, I encourage you all to check that out first since there is a certain order to this and may get a little confusing. Simply click the link in this text above and it should take you to the beginning.

Last time, I touched on why people prefers using herbs, rules for gathering and preparations and some of the methods utilized when it comes to using herbs.

This post is designed to continue the subject matter, if you’re into herbs. I hope you’ll continue to walk with me on this journey!

Some Other Ways To Use Herbs

Syrups: made as water extracts. Example: Elderberry Syrup. In order to make the syrup, you must first boil the berries out into a saucepan of water with ginger, cinnamon and lemon zest. Afterwards, allow the mixture to cool down to room temperature. Lastly, it’s just to add honey to the mixture and refrigerate. Has a shelf life of 1 year.

Vinegars: Vinegar is used as a solvent. In the past, vinegar has been used as a food preservative and natural household cleaner due to its acidity which inhibits the growth of certain bacteria. These are to be utilized within 6 months. It is shelf stable when made with no less than 5%. This is standard acidity. Please be advised that vinegar with less than 5% is illegal and should not be sold/purchased.

Electuaries: Also known as Honey Extraction; a paste made of powders or other medicinal ingredients to mask the taste. Made the same way as a tincture (fill finely chopped herbs in a jar and cover with honey to the top). Has a shelf life of 6 to 12 months when refrigerated properly.

Oxymels: These are a combo of vinegar and honey. A 50/50 mixture. These should be refrigerated and used within 6 months when made with fresh plant matter.

However, when made with dried plant material, they are shelf stable and should be used within 1 year.

Herbal Oils + Fats: Most herbal oils and fats are used in topical remedies such as salves.

Important Tip for Herbal Oils + Fats: Fats Oils and Water do not mix. So be careful not to get water in the mixture.

Herbal Smoke and Inhalants: These are created from burning leaves, resins, or roots to cleanse the air and energies from living things. We take the vapors and smoke in to deliver the benefits to our sinus, brain and lungs.

Essential Oils: Distilled and concentrated fragrant (volatile oils) part of a plant (leaves, seed or flower). They affect the mood through the olfactory signals to the brain.

Medicinal Broths: These are a digestive immune tonic. They can consist of Siberian Ginseng, Astragalus, Reishi Mushroom, Burdock Root, Black pepper, garlic and basil. Let it simmer for 4-6 hours or crockpot. 2 heaping tablespoons for each 4 cup serving should do. These are good for immune system function, adrenals, hormone balancing, circulation, and optimal nourishment.

Herbal Baths: Skin is a great way to absorb things into the bloodstream. Especially since Epsom salt contain magnesium. A cup in your average size tub should be sufficient.

Herbal Gargle: Warm up the infusion over the stove and add 1/4 teaspoon of salt per cup. Shake well, until salt dissolves. This can help the infusion stay fresh for a couple of days. Example remedy: Licorice root, anise star and marshmallow are recommendations for herbs to use as a mouthwash. They help reduce inflammation and infections in the throat and mouth.

Next time, let's look at herbs, some properties and common place herbs that can be used to treat everyday ailments!

Until Next Time!

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sunevial · 5 years ago

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Moving Day

This is once again another case of ‘not exactly a commission, but someone chucking money at me to eventually write about space and magic gays’, except this time, it’s from @hewhowalksbehind.

Continuation of this.

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Of all the things Venny missed most about Ylxret at nine thirty in the goddamn morning, it was automated coffee makers. Blearily pouring water down the little spout and pushing entirely too many shiny buttons, she eventually got the machine to start blinking. With a grumble, she slotted a floral patterned mug under the funnel and slumped against the counter.

Water was boiling, oatmeal was in the new saucepan, spoon was in the sink, bowls were…

She forgot to buy bowls.

Fuck a duck.

Groaning, she pressed her hands to her eyes and let out a long sigh. After a shopping trip that must’ve lasted an eternity, she had been running on fumes by the time she had a chance to pass out last night, but apparently even that wasn’t enough to calm her adrenaline addled brain. Her best guess was that she hadn’t fallen asleep until three, and even that was a generous estimate. To add insult to injury, her first night in her new apartment was plagued by restless dreams, fitful tossing and turning, and a blanket that was neither warm or cool enough.

At least the air mattress was comfortable.

The air mattress was comfortable, and her new plush corgi was cuddly.

A steady drip of liquid gold splashed into the mug, the warm coffee revealing heat activated yellow and white circuitry lines weaving through the painted-on flowers. Not even bothering with milk or sugar, she downed the coffee fast enough to get away with only minor tongue burns and shoveled down instant oatmeal straight from the pot. Throwing both into the sink to wash up later, she scrambled into the shower just long enough to wash off yesterday’s sweat and rub away the smell of what felt like seven layers of deodorant. A fresh change of clothes later, a practical t-shirt and legging combo, and she felt half-way to being a functioning person again.

Which was really convenient considering that things would start arriving in approximately now.

Grabbing both wallet and keys, she quietly slipped out of her room and padded downstairs to the front lobby. Today was Internet access, a ‘do it yourself’ table and chair set, and the cushions for her couch. The couch itself was tomorrow, along with the bedframe and mattress, and the nightstand and dresser wouldn’t be for another week yet. Thankfully, unlike her very much not present bowls, she had remembered to buy a toolkit, so at the very least she would have somewhere else to sit by the end of today.

A quick peek outside confirmed that the Internet people hadn’t arrived yet, so Venny plopped down on one of the lobby couches and quickly scanned for any available wireless hotspots. It would’ve been laughably easy to tap into a password protected connection with a couple waves of her hand, but she knew better than to bum off someone. It was also probably very illegal.

Eventually, she got ahold of a weak signal from the coffee shop next door, and her com link lit up with a happy beep. Her eyes flashed back and forth as she redirected the electrical signals within the device, ensuring that this much weaker and simpler form of wireless communication would end up being compatible. When she was fairly certain that it wouldn’t be running at a snail’s pace, she pulled and weaved the software code until the screen lit up and the holoprojector displayed a rotating band of images. Smiling triumphantly, she tapped on her email, she still had a hard time believing Toven still used email, and sifted through the various messages she had gotten over the past day or so.

Confirmation from her Internet provider, spam, start day and paperwork for work, coupon for shampoo, more spam…updated delivery day for her larger furniture?

“Due to upgrades in processing time, your order will instead be delivered today around ten AM, we hope to see you then,” she muttered under her breath, suppressing a loud groan and rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. On the one hand, she’d have an actual bed by the end of the day if everything went right. On the other hand, this was one more group of people to talk with and one more group of things to do, and she was not convinced that all of the coffee in the world would make either of those things easier. Not much she could reasonably do about that, though, because her damn couch was coming whether she was awake enough to realize it or not.

Whatever happened next didn’t seem to follow the proper passage of time. Sometimes it moved breathtakingly fast, other times painstakingly slow. All Venny could register through her brain-addled eyes was a never ending blur of paper signing, hauling packages, and telling people she had never met to put things down wherever they could find open space. By the time the last person was out of her apartment, and she could actually gauge the passage of time, it was exactly eleven twenty-four in the morning. She collapsed onto one of the new cushions, a nice olive green that she definitely didn’t remember picking out, and got to thinking.

Assets: She had Internet access that wasn’t siphoned off the coffeeshop.

Consequences: Her apartment was no longer able to accommodate carpet angels.

Priority one: Bed needed to be set up. She’d like an actual bed.

Priority two: Get the couch out of the center of the living room.

Priority three: Actually build the table so she could eat without standing up.

Problem: She had the energy to do maybe half of the bed set up.

Slowly getting back onto her feet, she shuffled towards the bedroom, though not before noticing her front door still propped wide open from all of the deliveries. She went to close it, getting about halfway there before the door across the hall opened, revealing Sol’s relatively incredulous face.

“Morning,” she said, leaning against the doorframe and stifling a yawn. “Lot of noise over there for a weekend morning.”

“That makes two of us,” Venny replied, trying to put on as apologetic an expression as she could muster. “I didn’t wake either of you up, did I?”

She shook her head, lavender curls bouncing a little. “Nah, I’ve been up for a bit, and Clarissa could sleep through a hurricane if you let her.”

“Still gonna apologize,” Venny said, breathing a sigh of relief and laughing a touch. “You know, I didn’t think most furniture places delivered on weekends.”

“Learn something new everyday.” Her eyes glanced towards Venny’s now incredibly messy apartment for a moment. “You settling in okay?”

Venny chuckled, tapping the ground absentmindedly with a foot. Well, she could answer truthfully, she could answer in the socially acceptable way, or she could split it down the middle and hope for the best. “I think so, just need to get used to...all of this.”

“It’s not easy moving somewhere new, even harder when you’re all alone,” Sol said with a sympathetic smile, nodding her head and crossing her arms over her chest. “If you need help getting set up, I’m not really doing anything today.”

Venny blinked a couple of times, shaking her head even as every fiber of her being was saying ‘take up the offer’. As much as she’d love another pair of hands helping out, she’d already taken up enough of Sol’s time between the reading interruption and the grocery care package. Best not to take advantage of her kindness this many times in such a short period of time. Or maybe Sol didn’t care, that she just actually wanted to help and didn’t resent her for it, and this was just a combination of sleep deprivation and anxiety talking. Maybe it was both. It was probably both. “I think I’ve got it handled,” she replied, twirling a twist between her fingers. “Thanks for the offer though.”

All she got in return was an incredulously raised eyebrow.

“Or maybe I’m saying that because I don’t want to take advantage of your kindness again and seem really needy in a time of upheaval and stress,” Venny said with a defeated sigh.

“I wouldn’t be offering it if I didn’t wanna help.” Sol smirked just a touch. “I know my boundaries better than that.”

Venny could physically feel the tension in her muscles drain away as she slumped against her own door frame. “I promise I’m not this pathetic all of the time.”

“You said it yourself, a lot of upheaval and stress, and from what it sounds like, absolutely no sleep either,” she replied with a shrug, popping back into her own apartment long enough to grab her keys and phone. “Alright, where are we starting?”

“Bedroom, cause I need a bed.”

The two of them quickly made their way to the chaotic bedroom, surveying the bed frame in its various parts and the mattress propped up against the window. Cracking open the new tool box, Sol set to work screwing everything into place while Venny sorted through a veritable hoard of metal rods and support beams. While she had no reason to doubt that Sol could wield a hammer and screwdriver, watching her work was, in a word, beautiful. Sol took to the various tools with a clear familiarity, handling them with delicacy and certainty as she aligned the wooden frame. Venny knew nothing about art, but she knew an artist’s touch.

“You’re pretty good at this,” Venny said, holding a level against the wood to see if any holes needed a quick re-drill or if something had been screwed in the wrong place.

“I’d hope so, I make things for a living,” Sol replied, wiping a little sweat off her brow.

“What kind of things?”

Sol returned with a playful smile. “You get three guesses.”

She allowed thirty seconds to come up with her answers, no small feat with how slow her brain was chugging along. “Artisanal woodworking.”

“Nope.”

“Artisanal metalworking.”

“Nope.”

“Designing prototypes for this exact style of bed frame,” Venny said with a shit eating grin that was probably more of a result of her being half way to slap happy.

Sol rolled her eyes, closing one as she carefully twisted the last screw into place. “Okay, I’ll admit, second one was closer.”

“So what is it?”

“You’re not gonna believe me,” Sol said flatly, tapping the frame twice for good measure.

Venny pouted, planting her elbows on the footboard and resting her chin on her fists. “Come on, it can’t be that out there.”

“I promise I’m not joking.”

“You could say you build rocket ships and I’m so tired I’d believe you.”

Sol paused for almost ten full seconds. “Funny you mention that…”

“Get out, you make spaceships?” Venny’s head poked over the frame with eyes wide and excitement clear as day on her lips. “You’re with the Wisteria Space Program?”

“Technically I’m in the rocketry department, not the spaceship program, but same idea,” Sol said with a shrug, jumping to her feet and whistling. Similar to yesterday, the wind kicked up, swirling around the room almost as if it was having fun. The mattress slowly but surely floated off the ground, providing just enough lift for the two of them to set it on the frame without straining muscles or having to worry about wingspans.

“Still, that’s so cool,” Venny continued, grabbing the sheets off of her air mattress and throwing them onto the bed. “I don’t even think I know anyone back home who does that. What do you even do there?”

Sol laughed, grabbing the sheet and stretching it over a corner. “I’d tell you, but that’s classified.”

“Is that a joke or is that actually classified?”

“‘I might actually get arrested for treason’ classified,” Sol said in a completely serious deadpan.

“Anything you can tell me?” Venny asked, head tilted as her hands quickly smoothed out her blue and white comforter over the bed.

Sol thought for a full minute, arranging pillows and plushies absentmindedly as she paced around the small room. The wind followed her, catching her shirt and blowing it in every direction imaginable, almost as if it was thinking alongside her. “Physics. Lots of physics.”

“Dang.”

A knock sounded at the door, and for the second day in a row, Venny opened it to find Clarissa standing there with a large smile on her face. She had no gifts in hand this time around, but she was scrolling through her phone. “Sol texted me she was here helping out, you done stealing my roommate? I need her for something of vital importance.”

“I offered,” Sol called as she emerged from the bedroom.

“She still stole you!” Clarissa shouted back, though with a laugh and smile on her face.

Venny returned with a grin of her own. “We should be done pretty soon. Though if it’s really that important, I can take care of the rest.”

“It’s not important, she’s just trying to get me to set up a dating app,” Sol said with a sigh and an accusatory finger. “Because my roommate is a nosy bitch who insists on setting me up with every girl she happens to meet.”

“It’s not every girl.” Clarissa huffed indignantly.

Sol’s face told a much different story with how frustrated those eyebrows looked. “You’ve specifically set me up with three of your exes, a girl from your class, and the florist down the street.”

“All I’m saying is that she’s got a great personality and an even better ass.”

“Then why don’t you ask her out?!” Sol exclaimed, throwing up her hands.

“Because I’m already seeing two people!”

It might have just been Venny’s ears, but she swore she heard laughing from somewhere else in the apartment.

“Alright, alright, you can have your roommate back,” Venny said, holding back a belly laugh as best as she could. Never in her life had she’d been so grateful to hear two women loudly arguing about female love interests. Her family had been concerned with her moving to Toven, knowing that not every place was as accepting of non-heterosexual identities as Ylxret. New Haven had a better track record than most, though, and conditions were certainly getting better as time went on. If nothing else, seeing her two neighbors argue about sapphic love affairs in the hallway was a good indicator that she had nothing to worry about here. “Hope the app set up goes well.”

“I’m not setting up the app,” Sol declared with a flat tone, going over to the boxed up table and cutting away tape like a woman scorned. “I’ll get a date on my own damn time.”

“I mean, if you’re looking for someone else to add to the list, I’m into women,” Venny joked, smiling at Clarissa. She watched the pink haired woman’s eyes light up, and hastily threw up her hands. “Not that I’m looking for a relationship, I’ve just moved and I think that might’ve been me not having normal social barriers up due to lack of sleep.”

Sol audibly groaned in the background. “Damn it, you’ve given her ideas.”

“Well that’s even better! You’re new in town and need to see the sights, and I know a great little place Sol could take you for lunch,” Clarissa said, pulling out her phone and rapidly texting. “I’m sending you the directions now.”

Venny blinked a couple of times, finally just realizing the full ramifications of what she had just done. At least she knew now never to open her mouth when she was this sleep deprived, or at least, not do so when possible romantic relationships were involved. Feeling the heat rapidly rising to her face, she shot a glance to Sol, desperately trying to find a way out of this increasingly awkward situation.

With a sigh, Sol pulled out her phone and rubbed her temples. “I’m really sorry about this.”

“Don’t be, it’s my fault,” Venny said, smiling sheepishly. “I’m really not in the place to be thinking about that anyways.”

“Then think of it like a friendly social,” Clarissa said with a large, not at all innocent smile, eyes darting first to Venny. “You need to meet people-” Her eyes flashed towards her roommate. “-and you need to get out more. Win-win situation!”

Sol’s eyes narrowed in challenge. “Clarissa-”

“Venny, what do you think?” she asked, smiling wide and oh so sweet. So this was a game for them both, a sort of give and take war between them, and this is the moment where she was supposed to choose a side. Her next move decided the winner of this match between these two equally stubborn individuals.

She was already on the edge of the diving board, might as well take the jump.

“What’s the food like?” Venny asked, putting on her best innocent smile.

Sol sighed in defeat, grumbling and pulling out her phone. “Stir fry and dumplings. Let me know when you’re free.”

Clarissa grinned with a smile that could split the sea. “It’s a date!”

#my writing #my stories #two together are always going somewhere #venny #sol

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nitewrighter · 5 years ago

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Hot cocoa for reidan please😊

It’s fun to write Aedan expressing his mother’s Complete Bastard Genes.

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The door to the little cabin blew open and snow flurries whirled around the cabin’s living room as Rei and Aedan stumbled in, quickly closing the door behind themselves.

“Any contact from Jaime?” said Aedan, closing the door behind them.

Rei checked her comm, the glow of it illuminating the dark cabin only slightly. “None. Wherever Deadlock’s taken him, the signal’s dead…or… locked.”

“How long were you waiting to use that pun?” said Aedan thumping snow off of his boots.

“It’s too cold to think of puns,” said Rei rubbing her arms. She moved to flip a switch but the cabin was still dark, “Hm.”

“Well he did say he would get in contact with us as soon as he could… and he does know Deadlock better than any of us…” said Aedan.

“I know I know–we just have to maintain contact with Gibraltar from here and Marti and Jaime will rendezvous eventually…” said Rei, setting her own comm on the table.

“I can’t believe you knew this place was here,” said Aedan, his breath fogging in the dark of the cabin as Rei turned on her flashlight and hurried over to the cabin’s fuse box, turning the fuse on then flipping a light switch, illuminating the room, then turning on the radiator.

“Overwatch has been using it since before I was born, Mom always told me it was one of the places we could regroup if anything happened to the Watchpoint” said Rei, walking over to the sink, “Please don’t let the pipes be frozen, please don’t let the–” She turned the sink on and water first sputtered, then started flowing out, “Yes!” she fist pumped.

“Overwatch–as in illegal, shoestring, squatting on UN-mothballed land Overwatch—has a romantic cabin in the rockies,” said Aedan, looking out the window as it rattled with the wind.

“Well it didn’t start out like this–” said Rei, looking around, “I mean, okay, when it was built pre-crisis, maybe, but it was abandoned with the Crisis. And then I guess it got more abandoned once people built faster roads for hovercars and flight got cheaper and–” Rei made a hand-waving motion as she grabbed a cup from the cupboard and filled it with water, “Anyway, my Uncles had this mission at Watchpoint Grand Mesa, and they got caught in the snow and they were the ones who found this place and waited the storm out here until they got rescued, and we’ve been using it as a supply cache ever since–fixing it up over the years and stuff. New lights, new heating, all that.”

“Maintaining Overwatch’s proud tradition of squatting,” said Aedan, nodding seriously, “Now with a designated Fuck-Cabin.”

Aedan said this with complete deadpan but it caught Rei mid-sip and she spat, spraying water in the cold cabin air, “What?!” she said, wiping her mouth.

“Oh come on, ‘Supply cache?’” said Aedan, walking over to the radiator and hopping on one foot at a time as he pulled his boots off, “As if anyone would just use this place as a Supply Cache.”

“It’s also to monitor Watchpoint Grand Mesa!” Rei blurted out.

“That’s a convenient two-day mission right there. ‘Bye, Morrison! Off to re-stock the supply cache and monitor Watchpoint Grand Mesa and definitely not do anything else!’” he scoffed and snickered a little, “And they say Talon’s full of liars…” he said, moving into the kitchen.

“Supply caches are important!” said Rei, folding her arms.

“I don’t doubt it, but I mean–what do you think your Uncles were doing here that first night when they were waiting out the storm?” said Aedan, rifling through the pantry.

Rei blanched, “Aedan!” she sputtered.

“And you said it was abandoned, it probably didn’t even have heat back then. Waiting out a storm with no heat…” Aedan went on.

“That’s–I–They–I mean–They weren’t even together at the time!”

“…and immediately after?” said Aedan.

“They–Well I mean, by then they–They—” All color drained from Rei’s face, “Oh god.”

“I told you,” said Aedan grabbing a can of condensed milk, some cocoa powder and a saucepan from the pantry.

“WHY WOULD YOU PUT THAT IMAGE IN MY HEAD. THOSE ARE MY UNCLES,” Rei had her hands over her ears as she paced back and forth around the cabin’s living room.

“You know you all actually keep this place really well stocked,” said Aedan, perfectly calmly as he heated some water in the saucepan and added the condensed milk to it.

“YOU TURNED THE SUPPLY CACHE CABIN INTO THE FUCK CABIN YOU MONSTER!” said Rei, slamming her hands down on the breakfast bar dividing the kitchen from the living room, “WHAT HAS BEEN THOUGHT CANNOT BE UN-THUNK.”

“How do you take your cocoa?” said Aedan, still calmly stirring in cocoa powder.

“I CAN NEVER COME UP HERE AGAIN WITHOUT A SUPPLY OF WET WIPES AND IT’S ALL YOUR F–did you just say you were making cocoa?”

Aedan held up the saucepan demonstrably before setting it back down on the burner. “I’ve gotten into the habit of cinnamon and cayenne, myself, but I can go for something more traditional for you. The spices have probably kept.”

Rei sidled up next to Aedan and eased up a bit at the scent of chocolate drifting up from the stove. Her eyes narrowed at Aedan. “You can’t solve my existential crises just by throwing chocolate at them,” she said, narrowing her eyes at him.

“No, but it certainly doesn’t hurt,” said Aedan, grabbing a mug from the cupboard and filling it up with cocoa, holding it up to her.

“I’ll let you live for now, O’Deorain,” she said, taking the mug from him with those furrowed Shimada brows.

“I love you too,” he said, kissing her temple.

#follow for more Gency kid facts #moiraspawn #reidan #side mchanzo

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stryfeposting · 5 years ago

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concept: nathan cable sets aside a 52 minute block per week to lay uninterrupted on his cot to cry while listening to johnny cash's american iv: the man comes around

higher concept: frank punisher gives himself one afternoon every three months to make and eat a small saucepan of sugo sauce that's 1/3rd garlic by weight

unfortunately canon: we all know what logan does to unwind and it's probably illegal in some states

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simpleb00x · 5 years ago

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Not A Monster - Part 2

Warnings: Language, angst, sorta smut?? (Does a kiss count as smut? I dunno)

Word count: 1500

Pairings: Dean x fem!reader, Sam, Castiel

Masterlist!!

A/N : Okay so I know this doesn’t really stick to the plot of season 9 but screw it you know? Also I’m sorry about how long the start is but it gets juicy at the end.

Please go and read part 1 first!

Y/N’s P.O.V:

In the end, I said yes to Dean. Garth was thrilled when I asked him for advice on it, he told me all about Sam and Dean and even their friend Castiel. I will admit, what they’ve done, what Dean has done, it’s impressive. Saving the world, killing the bad guys, fighting monsters for a living. The family business. Impressive as it is, it made me nervous moving in. Even if it was only temporary, I was still living under the same roof as three murders. But then again, I’ve been living with werewolves for the past two years. So how bad could it be?

“You’re leaving?” Ophelia said, a tremble in her voice. Breaking the news to her was the hardest part. “I- I have to sweetie. It’s to dangerous for me to live here anymore.” I said brushing her hair out of her face with my hand. “But - but what about me?” She asked. “You’re going to stay here with Garth and Bess and all the others.” I told her. After a moment of silence, I pulled my daughter into my chest for a hug. She sobbed for a while. I felt a few tears drip down my cheek as well. Once she had finished crying, I cupped her face in my hands and looked her in the eyes. “Promise me. Promise me you’ll be good okay? I’ll come back and visit every time I get the chance to. Okay Lia?” I said. She sniffled and nodded. “I love you baby.” I whispered, kissing her forehead. “I love you too mom.” She said back.

Dean’s P.O.V.

I heard a low knock on the door of the bunker. My phone went off at almost the same time. “I’m at the door.” It was from y/n. “Is that her?” Sam asked, looking up from the book he was reading. “Yeah.” I said, I text her a quick it’s open and left it at there. Me and Sam had resovled our problems after the case had finished. Which I was glad for. I missed him and Cas. No matter how much I wanted to track down and kill Abbadon. That’s something we could handle together.

About one minute later, she walked out into the library. “Wow. Dean this is amazing.” She said in awe, looking around the room. She looked cute when she did that. Only carrying a small suitcase and a jacket, she made her way over to me and Sam. “You must be Sam.” She said with a smile. My younger brother nodded and returned the grin. “Here let me show you where you’re staying and then you can have the grand tour.” I said taking her suitcase. She giggled and followed me down the one of the spare rooms.

“Okay this place is even cooler than I thought.” Y/n said once we were back in the library. Her eyes were lit up, and already she looked so much happier than back at the pack’s house. Which made me smile secretly to myself. “Hey Cas.” I said with a wave. The angel was looking at y/n. “Is that her?” He asked with a nod. “uh huh.” I replied. “Hi I’m y/n.” She said to him. “Castiel.” He replied smiling.

I don’t know what it is but this girl is already having an affect on us. Sam and Cas have only just met her and they’re both smiling again. Not to mention the fact that my stomach did little flutters everytime she smiled, or everytime her eyes lit up. Y/n was fairly attractive, but that wasn’t it. I shrugged it off, maybe she just had a weird thing. Maybe people just liked her.

Y/n’s P.O.V.

I ate food with the boys that evening. Dean cooked. He was actually a pretty good cook, minus the fact that we were now down one less saucepan. I talked to them, told them about my life. They told me about theirs. “You’re from Texas?” Sam said. I nodded. “Born and raised baby.” I replied taking a bite out of my burger. Dean chuckled. “Where’d you go after that?” Cas said. “I moved over to California actually. Got a job as a lawyer. I went to Stanford before that. So they were pretty eager to have me working.” I said.

“Stanford!? For law? You’re kidding right!?” Dean said in shock. “No? Why would I be?” I replied confused. “Well our Sammy right here is also a Stanford boy. Studied law too.” He said raising his beer before taking a long swig of it. “No way!” I shouted. Sam nodded sadly. “How old are you y/n? You guys could have been in at the same time?” Dean was getting super enthusiastic now. “I’m twenty nine.” I replied. “Three years younger than Sam. You might have just missed him.” Castiel informed us. “Shit. That would have been so cool.” Dean muttered.

After food we started drinking beers. All four of us talked for ages. It was so easy. So fun. God I had missed normal human interaction. So bad. At about midnight Sam called it a night, and about a half an hour later, Cas did the same. Dean argued about the fact that ‘Cas was an angel and didn’t need sleep’ but Castiel told us that he just wanted to research about his fellow angels. Which Dean sighed to and called him a wuss.

Me and Dean talked quietly for a while after. Eventually I found my eyelids getting heavy. Even though it was only half past one in the morning. Usually I could last until at least three. Dean looked at me. “You’re getting tired.” He said. I yawned. “Am not.” I muttered. He laughed and took the beer out of my hand. “You totally are. It’s okay. I’m tired too.” He said. I laughed. Somehow, I found myself looking at him. Staring right into his eyes, they were so fucking green. Like, so green. He had freckles as well, which I thought were adorable.

Dean’s P.O.V.

For some reason we looked at each other for a while. I saw y/n examining my face, my eyes, so I did the same. Her eyes were y/e/c and they were just beautiful. Her hair parted in just the right place and it complimented the shape of her face. Just everything about her I thought was perfect. I don’t know if it was the drinking or-

Suddenly, I felt a pair of lips against mine. Softly at first, then she put her hands around the back of my neck and ran her fingers through my hair and fuck that should be illegal. I found myself grabbing her waist and then pushing my lips even harder against hers. This kiss was completely messy and lip biting and she tasted so good and I found myself not wanting to stop. Ever.

But it did. She pulled away. There was a moment of silence between us. I looked at her with worried eyes. Did I do something wrong? Of course I did. I barely knew this girl and we just kissed. Y/n wasn’t just some girl at a bar either. She was living with us. In the bunker. How could I be such an idiot?

Y/n’s P.O.V.

I kissed him. I kissed Dean Winchester. Shit. I lliked it too, hell I loved it. But it was so wrong. So wrong. “Dean I- I’m sorry I never should have.” I looked up at him and I could tell he was thinking the same thing. “Let’s just, not talk about this again okay?” He muttered. That was like a small punch to the stomach. “Yeah. Yeah good idea.” I lied.

I didn’t sleep a lot that night. Between the drunk tears and anxious thoughts of “will they kick me out?” “Will they hate me?” “Will Dean hate me?” it was up there on my list of one of the worst nights. Dean obviously hated it. I must have did something wrong. Shit. I also missed Ophelia. I missed her so much. Just everything was so overwhelming. I sighed and burried my head in the pillow. Fuck you Dean Winchester. Fuck you.

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