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snarkwriteswrasslin · 4 years ago

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21.12, trees and traditions, adam page

Title: trees and traditions

Theme: trees/decorating

Fandom / Character(s): Adam Page x Ivy, an OC of mine from a fic I keep abandoning.

Warnings: Bittersweet reunions, single mom au, awkward tension, fluff if you squint. Bad fluff, but fluff, all the same.

Word Count: my guesstimate is roughly around 1.6k

So... I wrote this on a whim. It’s taken Adam Page and my original character Ivy, from that twice tried/twice abandoned fic that I still want to write so bad I can taste it, and it’s put... new things into play. And maybe.. if enough people like this... maybe I’ll be tempted to actually do something with this version, because to be honest, I liked this version better than the previous 2. This is my entry for the day for @champbucks 12 Days of Christmas challenge.

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I knelt on the carpet in my new living-room, a big cardboard box in front of me, unwrapping ornaments. My son was passed out on the couch, surrounded by action figures. Nightmare Before Christmas was playing quietly for background noise because if I didn’t have some form of background noise, I’d be jumping at every little sound.

I’d just gotten out the tangled string of lights and started to work on untangling them when I heard a knock at the front door of the cabin. Right away, I tensed. My stomach tightened right up and every possible scenario I could imagine -and none of them particularly good, flew into my mind.

Before I realized what I was doing, I’d stood and my hand wrapped around the old wooden Louisville slugger that served as my only form of home protection for the time being as I cautiously made my way to the front door.

I let out a long and ragged breath when I saw Adam standing on the step, leaning against a thick wooden porch post.

After my heart finally climbed it’s way down out of my throat, I opened the door and peeked out. “Adam? My mom told me you were still on the road.”

He shrugged, stepping closer. He looked as if he wanted to hug me, but he wasn’t sure if doing it were a good idea or not. Just seeing him again after all this time though… Realizing just how much I’d truly missed the man. Among other things hanging around in the back of my mind at the moment.

I pressed against him, looping my arms around his neck, smiling up at him. The bat I’d been holding and totally forgotten about clattered to wooden floorboards noisily and from the open doorway, my son spoke up, rubbing his eyes sleepily. “Mama? You’re lettin all the heat out.”

“I’m sorry, sweetie.” I broke the hug with Adam reluctantly and turned, kneeling down in front of my son, smiling. I looked back over my shoulder at Adam, who was gaping and then back to my son, whose entire face lit up.

He raised a hand, pointing it at Adam. “I..He.. We just watched him on the tv earlier, mama!”

“We did, sweetheart. Can you do mom a favor?” I smiled at my son.

“What you want me to do, mama?”

“Go back inside. You’re barefoot and it’s freezing out, slugger and if you got sick, I…” I hugged my son tight and he laughed, trying to push me away as I licked the side of his face. “Ew, mama, don’t cow lick me!”

“I’m supposed to. That’s what mama cows do to their calves, champ.”I laughed as I watched my son step back in the door. But he snuck over to the window right beside it, I could see his little fingers on the plaid curtain panels.

I turned back to look at Adam. His hand was resting against the back of his head and finally, after a minute or two of his mouth opening and closing, he chuckled.

“He’s a cute kid. Took after his mom, I see.”

I gulped. I forgot just how much Adam’s flirting affected me. And what a visceral effect it had always been. Or maybe it just had the punch it had now because I hadn’t seen him in so long and now, here he was.

Standing right in front of me, quite literally, the one who got away.

“Ivy, I.” Adam started to say something, but I raised my fingertip to his lip, pressing it against. I know him like I know the back of my hand, we grew up together. We were in love once. I still love him, even if I can’t have him. I knew he was about to apologize for that last night we were together, the huge fight we had after he proposed and I freaked out on him. And honestly, in the time that’s lapsed since, I’ve come to the realization that he has no reason to. I was the one who flipped out and then left town in a hurry.

“Adam, no. I’m the one who should be apologizing right now, okay? But when you started talking like that back then, I… I kinda panicked. We were kids and I was nowhere near ready to handle that level of commitment.

,, and yet, when you became ready, Ivy, you somehow managed to find the worst man possible to get involved with. What you should’ve done, and you know it, is come back here. Settled down with Adam. Stopped trying so hard to escape this little town and embraced it, because really, was it any better out there? No.” my mind was tormenting. I tried to put the thought out and flashing him a gentle smile, I stepped out of the doorway, turning the knob to open the door. I thought if I turned away from him, just for a second, I could pull myself together.

“Listen, Adam. It’s freezing out here and I have a tree to decorate. So, if you want to catch up? I think we should move it inside.” I gave a soft laugh. Every part of me thought that he’d offer up an excuse and leave in a hurry. I didn’t expect him to want to hang around, but it didn’t stop me from wanting him to. From hoping against hope that he’d hang around, even if only for a little while.

Adam eyed the door and swallowed hard as his eyes fixed on me again. My eyes caught on the subtle bob of his throat as he did so, followed by the way his tongue trailed over his lips and I took a shaky breath. When he went to step into my grandma’s cabin, our bodies brushed just barely, and for the most fleeting of seconds. And everything came rushing right back, all over again.

How could I have ever been so stupid to just leave. Adam offered me the world on a silver platter and like an idiot, I ran. I had to know if the world was better. I had the whole world the whole time and I realized it way too late.

His hand lingered at my waist. An old habit. One I really missed. I swallowed hard, my eyes drifting up, meeting his as I did my best to put on my best friendly and neutral smile, despite the plethora of emotions that were fighting to the surface.

,, you’re not in the right place right now, Ivy. Not at all.” my brain weighed in on the situation at hand. I pushed any and all thought or emotion I may have been feeling out of my head for the moment. We stepped into the living room of the cabin and Adam let out a low, approving whistle at the Christmas tree tucked in the spot by the window and near the fireplace.

Just like Grams always did every single year.

“How’d you get that tree in here, hon?” Adam’s voice shattered through my thoughts and I glanced up from the box of ornaments I’d been hovering over because I’d seen an envelope sitting towards one side.

I straightened, wiping my hands on my favorite pair of jeans and shrugged. “Dragged it, mostly. It wasn’t that heavy.”

Adam nodded, going quiet again. He reached out, taking an ornament from the box on the coffee table between us and as he put it on the tree, he asked, “So is this.. Is it permanent, I mean.. My dad, he said somethin about a movin truck being parked up here for about two nights. Didn’t know you were the one who bought the place.”

I dragged my fingers through my hair and eyed the tree, glancing down briefly at the heavily glittered star shaped piece of construction paper in my hand and I cleared my throat, getting my son’s attention. “Hey, champ. This is your ornament, bud. Hang it wherever you want it to go.”

“Okay, but I made it for th’ top, mama.”

I’d been about to lift him up, despite my reach not being much of a difference, but Adam bent down, hefting my laughing son up onto his shoulders and then he stood up, letting my son place the ornament just below the very top of the tree, where the topper my grandma always used was going to go.

He was smiling as he stood my son safely back on his feet and for just a minute or two, my mind actually went there. I actually pictured how things might have been if I’d listened to my heart all along instead of being stubborn.

I’d always thought Adam would make an amazing dad one day.

My son hugged his legs and then asked me if I was ready for the popcorn we made to make a popcorn garland earlier and I smiled, nodding. I called out to him as he disappeared into the next room, “Don’t you eat all that popcorn, Dean!”

“Aw, mama! Just a few pieces!”

“You heard me, little man.” I gave him that firm look and he nodded, disappearing completely into the kitchen.

It left Adam and I alone all over again. And I realized that I had yet to answer the question he asked a few minutes ago. The tension in the air around us was so thick I almost couldn’t breathe and at this point, I’d have given anything to alleviate it.

“To answer your question… The move is permanent. There’s only so much I can take…” I trailed off. It wasn’t fair to dump out my problems on him. I wasn’t going to do that. I was the one who got myself into the mess I was in right now. I needed to be the one to get myself out and so far, so good. Things already felt a thousand times better.

I felt more at peace since I’d taken my mom up on the offer of moving into Gram’s cabin than I’d felt in years.

Adam eyed me, concern filling baby blue eyes. But he didn’t ask anything. He nodded in understanding. We reached for another ornament, the same one, and our fingers brushed together clumsily. We stared at each other a second or two, with Adam pulling his hand away first and mumbling an apology before turning away quickly, busying himself with placing the ornaments in his hand on the tree.

I cleared my throat. “If you were going to ask, I’m fine. Better now, actually.”

He turned around and our bodies brushed just slightly all over again. His hands went to my elbows as if he were going to steady me and he gazed down at me as if there were a million things he wanted to say, but he didn’t even know where to start. And I felt the same. Seeing him again was both a comfort and a torture.

A comfort because instinctively, I knew I was home. I was safe and the crap of more recent years was about to be over and behind me.

Torture, because I was now confronted with everything I never even knew I wanted.

“You’re sure, right? He didn’t… hurt you or anythin’?”

I sighed and shrugged. “I signed myself up for it.” my gaze dropped down to the box of ornaments and apparently, he wasn’t having it. His fingers tucked beneath my chin and he made me look him in the eyes.

“You didn’t ask for anythin’ he did. None of it’s your fault, okay? I don’t care what happened. It ain’t my business. But I know you, Ivy. And I care.” he went quiet and I bit my lip, mulling over what he said. Seeing him get stirred up like he just had on my behalf only reminded me just how loyal he’d been. Just how much he protected me.

,, and just how for granted you took that.” the thought finished itself in my mind and I took a deep breath or two. “Thank you.”

I went quiet after saying it, because there was so much more I wanted to say, but I wasn’t in the shape to say it right now. Adam shrugged, flashing me that lopsided grin. Trying to lighten the mood.

“I mean it, Ivy.. If you two need anything, I’m right down the road, darlin.” he spoke up again for a few seconds and I nodded, smiling. I know I won’t ask for help unless I absolutely have to, but I know Adam wouldn’t be the amazing man he is if he didn’t offer. And I knew he meant it too.

“I forgot how well we worked together.” I blurted it out as we were finishing up with the last of the ornaments on the tree. My son slunk in, flopping down on the couch with the bowl of popcorn and the string and I flopped down next to him, nodding to the empty spot on the other side of the old plaid couch so Adam would sit.

Adam smiled and sank down, talking to my son. “Whatcha got there?”

“Mama said we’re gonna put all this on th’ tree, sir.”

Adam cringed a little, but he didn’t discourage my son from using the polite term. I smiled at him over my son’s head and he smiled back. I found myself wondering if maybe he weren’t thinking back to shared family Christmases between our families.

The way we were the ones who always opted to do this. The way in later years, we’d always retreat to the living room and turn on It’s A Wonderful Life, snuggle up on my grandma’s couch with the bowl on the table in front of us as we strung popcorn for the tree and tossed kernels into each other’s mouths.

“Your mama n me.. We used to do this when we were little.” Adam chuckled, catching my gaze. Giving me this fond and soft little smile. I smiled back and nodded, reaching for a handful of popcorn. “We weren’t as good as you were though, champ. Because when Adam and I were doing this, we usually ate most of the popcorn before we ever got around to stringing it.”

“We did not!”

“We did, Adam.”

“Your mama did.” Adam teased, giving me a wink. I gave him a playful pout and when my son was caught up in stringing a few kernels onto the string for the garland, I took a kernel or two from the bowl and lazily tossed them at Adam, who opened his mouth, snapping it closed as soon as he’d caught the piece or two that I’d thrown.

I couldn’t help the laugh and the smile that came. Or the thought that followed which I promptly tried to push down deep.

,, Maybe Adam showing up tonight and helping you with the tree is a sign, Ivy… Things don’t have to be over. There’s always just a shred of hope. Christmas is the time for miracles, after all...”

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ddaengyoonmin · 5 years ago

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BTS Friends to Lovers Series (Taehyung)

Pairing: Police officer!Taehyung x Badgirl/Stoner!reader

Genre: Angst, Smut, Fluff, small attempts for humor

Warnings: some slightly dark themes, drug dealer!Jungkook, swearing, lots of weed references, deep throating, cum swallowing, dom!Tae, face slapping with hands and with his cock (cleanse my souuul oops) assault on a cop, some abuse of power from a Pervy older cop. Getting arrested. (I think that’s all let me know if I missed any)

A/N: while this is a reader insert I put a lot of my own personal experience and life into this piece. It was also partially based on a dream I had about getting arrested by taehyung

Word count: 6k

Songs to listen to: ‘Free spirit’ - Manila Grey ‘Parking lot’ - Manila Grey ‘Play with Fire’ - Sam Tinnesz

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to tell my mom and dad about this. You know they’ll just go right to your parents about it. As long as it’s the last time this happens... right?” Taehyung turned around and cocked an eyebrow at you from the driver’s seat.

You let out a groan and rolled your eyes. “Sure Tae, of course it’s the last time” you spoke with a hint of sarcasm in your voice.

“I mean it y/n, you’re lucky it was me that got to you and not one of the other guys. You’d be down at the station right now instead of sitting in my car with a milkshake” He scolded

You took a big sip on the straw of your milkshake “Yeah thanks for this by the way, I was really getting the munchies” You joked

Taehyung let out a loud sigh, taking off his police issued hat and running his fingers through his shaggy brown hair annoyed. Then holding up the plastic bag that had the remaining weed that you hadn’t smoked yet in it. “I’m keeping this you know that right?”

You shrugged “What for? are you gonna start smoking again Mr. Do-good?” you teased him.

“y/n…” he spoke sternly. “Damnit, you’re so lucky we are friends. I don’t think you realize how many times I’ve saved your ass from doing actual time over this stuff”

“It should be legal anyways and you know it. Besides...I knew a time when you would’ve been right there with me” you said matter of factly.

“Well that was a long time ago y/n. We were kids, now we are adults. Well...I am at least” he shot you a joking glare and you pretended you didn’t see him and just took another long sip on your milkshake.

“I’m taking you home now” he sighed and drove out of the parking lot the two of you had been sitting in.

You had known Taehyung since the two of you were practically babies, he was a year older than you but the two of you had been best friends since as long as you can remember.

Your mom and his mom were best friends at college and were each other's maid of honor for their weddings. Your families were tied together like an unbreakable knot, dinners together at least twice a month and unscheduled random hangouts were just part of your life, and with it, Taehyung.

You were there when he had his first kiss at the middle school dance, you comforted him after his first break-up with said girl that he had his first kiss with. You both drank your first beer together, and smoked your first joint together. Everything that you did, you had done with Taehyung. Until he graduated highschool a few years ago, and had the grand idea that he wanted to become a police officer. That decision put quite a damper on the shenanigans you were used to getting into with him, and you’d felt yourself grow slightly more distant from him as a result.

But, he still looked out for you. Times like today you were kind of grateful he had joined the police force, because he was right, if anyone else had caught you smoking a joint with a few extra grams to spare on you, sitting inside a big yellow slide on a playground thinking that no one would notice (Spoiler, they did…) They wouldn’t have just scolded you and then bought you a strawberry milkshake.

Taehyung pulled up to your house and walked around to open the back door of the police cruiser for you.

“Stay out of trouble y/n. There's only so many get out of jail free cards I can offer before someone notices you know.” he pulls you into a quick hug

You snuggle your head into his chest for the quick moment, that he hugged you.

“Ah, Don’t make me smell” he quickly grabs your shoulders putting you arm's length from him with his nose scrunched, a disgusted look on his face.

“Don’t act like you don’t miss that smell” you winked at him as you walked the cement path leading to your front door.

Taehyung rolls his dark eyes and gives you a quick smile.

He didn’t always used to be like he was now, he was the biggest stoner you knew. Which is what always caught you off guard about his decision. It seemed quite random, it was strange enough to you that you felt it could’ve made the news, ‘Small town Stoner Turns Good Boy Cop’ You chuckled at that thought.

Though you missed your favorite smoke buddy.

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The next day when you got out of work you drove over to your dealer’s house to replace the Eighth that Taehyung had to confiscate from you.

Your old beat up car had been running on its last leg for a while now, but it continued to get you where you needed to go, and you spent too much money on smoke to think about getting a new ride.

Jungkook was lounging on his front porch smoking a cigarette, his eyes shut in a dreamlike state, his jet black hair falling slightly down over the closed lids. The bright rays of the summer day blessing his sun kissed skin in an angelic manner.

“Hows my favorite pot-head” you grinned as you approached him, catching him off guard and causing him to flinch at the sound of your voice.

Realizing it was just you he grinned and extended out a hand for you to help him stand up from the step he was relaxed on in front of his house.

He stood tall and smoked one last drag on his cigarette before putting it out and opening his front door with a welcoming gesture inviting you inside.

The scent of weed burned into your nose instantly when walking into his house, you loved the smell, you loved everything about it.

Taehyung used to too…

He was the most knowledgeable stoner you’d ever met. He could even tell the strain of the weed he was smoking after just smelling it. You and your friends used to quiz him for fun and he’d always ace every test without fail.

You wondered if sometimes when he’d pull someone over and arrest them for the exact thing he used to partake in, he’d catch a whiff and know the name of their bud.

It all seemed pretty hypocritical to you, but you have to remind yourself you both have grown up, people change, though you haven't much, you can’t blame him for it.

Jungkook went over to a drawer and pulled out a large glass jar, carrying it with two hands over to a wooden coffee table near his couch. You, knowing the drill, doing this trip to Jungkook’s at least once a week, had sat down on the couch to wait for him.

Jungkook pulled a long un lit joint from the front pocket of his red flannel and held it between his lips with his eyes focused on the jar in front of him.

He pulled out a few nugs from the jar and put them on a cheap gram scale he had on his table, weighing it out to the eighth he knew was your regular purchase.

“Isn’t this a little early to be here, how fast did you go through your last bag?” Jungkook chuckled, placing the nugs into a ziploc bag carefully.

“Ugh” you sighed. “Taehyung again”

Jungkook knew just what you meant by that. Taehyung used to be close friends with him as well before he became a cop. They had a big falling out when Taehyung joined the force, Jungkook hated cops with a passion and said some choice words to Taehyung that had severed their relationship permanently. It hurt to think about how things used to be, the three of you laughing and smoking, riding around in your old car flying on cloud 9. Literally, the strain that was your favorite at the time was called cloud 9.

Jungkook shook his head and pulled out a lighter from the same pocket the joint came from, lighting the tip for a second before inhaling and letting the smoke glide down his lungs, then passing it to you.

“I don’t know how you can stand to be around him anymore” Jungkook grumbled.

“First of all, I really don’t have a choice, actually I think we are having dinner with our families together later tonight. Secondly” you made eye contact with Jungkook “Hes really not that bad. It could be worse. All I got was a soft warning and a milkshake” you passed the joint back to Jungkook.

“Until he gets some pressure from his higher ups to be more of a hardass. I think your days of getting off easy are short lived y/n. Enjoy it while it lasts. He’s sold his soul to ‘the man’ trust me” He spoke between coughs from the rough hit he’d just took. Putting air quotes around ‘the man’.

You didn’t like the idea of that and you shut up for a bit, sharing the rest of the joint and paying Jungkook for your bag.

He gave you a hug and a smile on your way out. “Be more careful out there y/n” he winked and bumped your shoulder with his fist playfully.

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You went straight from Jungkook’s to your parents home where you were to have dinner with Taehyung’s family. You sat in your car and quickly sprayed a massively overpowering amount of perfume on yourself hoping to mask the weed smell. Then putting in some eyedrops to help with your glassy eyed expression you’d seen in your car mirror. You winced at the way that it burned but were thankful for the relief that it gave to your dry eyes.

When you arrived through the door your mom instantly ran over to you and embraced you in her signature hug, that always included a large inhale.

“You smell like Marijauna” her eyes narrowed at you.

“Oh no, not the Marijauna” you feigned shock and put your hands to your cheeks a surprised expression looking like the boy from home alone.

She glared at you, not amused. You knew your parents didn’t care that much, your dad especially. They didn’t smoke but you knew your dad was a hippie in his day so he had no room to judge. Your mom was slightly more judgemental but she usually just let you off with some snide comments and rude glances before returning to her normal bubbly self.

She ran to her room and grabbed some febreeze and started chasing you around the house with it while you laughed, tears forming in both of your eyes at how ridiculous she was being. She was mostly worried about upsetting Taehyung’s family most likely. Not that they were the type to judge either, but it was still made for a slightly more awkward dinner if it ended up getting brought up with Taehyung’s current position in life. No one in town really knew how to act around him.

You thought that must be tough on him. People that were once his peers were now all terrified of him. No one wanted to talk to him about anything more than casual small talk, and it was always very shallow conversation. No one wanted to open up all of their deep secrets or emotions in front of a cop. On the surface no one would think that it bothered him much. He was good at keeping a constant blank expression that never let anyone into what he was thinking even back in highschool. But, knowing Taehyung the way you knew him, it must bother him.

He was the life of the party, and now he's the buzzkill who crashes the parties.

Taehyung’s family arrived and you all sat down to eat. Your parents asked Taehyung about his job and how it’d been going. He said he liked it and he was actually getting close to a promotion.

His eyes flickered your way, almost like a small apology was hidden in that look.

You knew what that meant, no more getting off easily anymore. Jungkook was right, the idea that you had a cop friend on your side was just a fun fantasy. Next time you got caught by him, he wouldn’t be treating you like a friend one bit.

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The moment came sooner than you’d thought. You and Jungkook had been going on a late night taco bell run, smoking a joint the whole way there, and you as usual were carrying a decent amount of smoke in your bag.

You had stopped in the parking lot, parked in the back to hotbox and eat in the car. Hotboxing was one of the funnest activities you used to do in highschool and you had mentioned to Jungkook that it’d been way too long, he was more than happy to oblige.

You were giggling like a child over the way the word ‘Taco’ sounded if you said it slowly when you were startled by a tapping noise on the window.

Not able to see through the smoke fogged glass who had knocked on your window, you squinted then glanced to Jungkook, who stared wide eyed at the colors of blue and red flashing to the side of the car.

“Fuckkkkkkk” he groaned, hitting the steering wheel roughly with a flat palm. “Fuck fuck fuck. Y/n you’re carrying a bag aren’t you”

Your eyes grew wide, “Y-yeah…are you?”

Jungkook gave you a ‘what do you think’ look

Of course he was.

You sighed and rolled your window down, a wave of smoke pouring out and flowing right into the face of the officer standing there. Fuck, it wasn’t Taehyung.

“How’s it going officer?” you asked sweetly. He was less than pleased.

“Both of you. Step out of the car” he ordered sternly.

You did as he said, and now realized that another officer sat in a separate car. Taehyung…

“Officer Kim, can you assist me here” The older policeman spoke Taehyung’s way.

He got out of the car, his uniform fit him way too sinfully, you’d always though he looked more like the cop from an old porno , than one you’d ever have taken seriously. But, the expression he currently held on his face gave you the chills, and not in a good way.

He glared your way, shaking his head in disappointment. Jungkook was throwing dagger eyes towards Taehyung as he started to approach him to pat him down.

“Oh fuck off Mr. High and mighty” Jungkook scoffed, stepping back from Taehyung.

“Kook” you pleaded at your friend to take hold of his temper. The older cop had started to pat you down as you held your arms out. Upon finding the bag in your pocket he waved it in the air like he’d hit the jackpot.

“Look what we’ve got here Officer Kim. Someone’s been a naughty girl” he playful spoke. The way he said that made you nauseous, you didn’t like the way he had just started behaving one bit. But, what could you do.

He continued his pat down, his hands lingering on your breasts for too long. You shot him a glare and tried to recoil away from his touch.

“Ah ah, you’d be surprised how many ladies try to hide illegal items in their bra’s thinking I wouldn’t check there” he grinned evilly. Fucking pig. You thought.

You turned to see how things were going with Jungkook just in time to see him winding up a fist and throwing it forward into Taehyung's face.

Shit.

The hit sounded out like he’d damn near broken Taehyung’s nose, and the other officer was immediately to Taehyung’s side. Both of them tackling Jungkook and pinning his arms behind his back securing them with handcuffs. The older cop holding him down with a knee on his back pressing his face into the parking lot’s asphalt.

You stood shaking in realization that Jungkook had just gotten himself into some real trouble. All because of his stupid grudge with Taehyung. If anyone else had gotten in a small tuff like that with an ex best friend, it probably would’ve just ended with a couple bloody noses and both men walking away feeling like they got the better hit in. But because Taehyung was what he was now...it’s most likely going to end with Jungkook doing some time. Assaulting a cop was definitely not a minor crime.

They had scooped Jungkook off of the ground and shoved him into the backseat of the older officers cruiser. Jungkook cussed and grumbled the whole time.

“I’m gonna take this one down to the station,” the Officer pointed to Jungkook “You take our little lady here home. Maybe teach her a lesson on picking a better choice in boyfriend” he winked Taehyung’s way.

You were appalled but not surprised at the older man’s behavior. Some cops felt like they could get away with that shit...cuz well...they could.

You followed Taehyung to his car silently with your head low, only lifting it once to send one last glance Jungkook’s way, catching his eyes for a second and both exchanging looks of worry. Possibly a goodbye for a little while.

Once you were in Taehyung’s car the waterworks came. You held your face in your hands and sobbed loudly, your body convulsing with the heaviness of your emotions.

Taehyung was quiet, pulling a few tissues from his glovebox and holding them to his nose tilting his head back.

The two of you sat there for a while, silence lingering between you like some delicate thing just waiting to break.

“I’m sorry” Taehyung whispered.

“For what? Getting Jungkook arrested or for your pervy boss and his grabby hands?” You spat out with some fire, still slightly fucked up on the drugs you’d been inhaling.

“Both...All of it…” he muttered, staring straight ahead and avoiding your piercing gaze.

“Why’d you even do this Tae? This job doesn’t suit you, I just don’t get it. We’re best friends. And look at us.” You motioned to the way you were sitting. Him in the front, and you behind glass separating the space between the two of you. You noted on how much of a metaphor for that felt like for the distance he’d put between you, differences between you now…

“Regular Catwoman and Batman huh?” he murmured.

Goddamnit. And there's the exact reason you could never hate him. “You fucking nerd.” You sighed chuckling and falling back into the seat shaking your head. “Oh my god. You’re not allowed to make me laugh right now.”

Taehyung sent an apologetic smile your way.

As upset as you were, his joking really did shift the tone in the car and you decided to tease him back.

You put your wrists together and held them to the glass near Taehyung’s head.

“Aren’t you gonna cuff me officer?” you said flirtatiously, batting your eyelashes at him. Expecting him to roll his eyes and groan at your joke.

Instead you were met with a serious expression. His eyes lingering on your wrists and then trailing over to your lips. His tongue darted out and licked over his bottom lick slightly.

“Holy shit did that actually turn you on or something?” you gasped, lowering your hands from his view.

He instantly snapped out of the state of mind he had gone into so suddenly. “Of course not” he snapped “Don’t be ridiculous”

“Oh my god. It did! I didn’t realize how kinky you were Kim Taehyung.” you winked at him “Handcuffs get you going? No wonder you became a cop. You’re going to turn into old pervy Officer whatshisname aren’t you? Gross Tae,” You started to laugh.

“Shut the fuck up, I’m not like that.” he barked loudly. Instantly catching you off guard and having you sit up straight and rigid.

“Sorry” you mumbled. “Officer” you added with a bit a spite.

“Damn right. You think you can just get away with all of this, with no consequences and no worries. One day you’re going to have to grow up y/n.”

“Oh like you?” you raised an eyebrow “No thank you...sir”

You heard what sounded like a low growl from Taehyung.

In an instant he sped up and parked the car in the far corner of the parking lot where the lot lights weren’t reaching. In hindsight that was probably where you and Jungkook should’ve been parked.

Taehyung got out of the car and stood by your door. You wondered if he wanted you to get out and join him outside the car. But the car doors of police cars are always locked from the inside unless you have the key. So you waited, for what seemed like painfully long time.

You glanced out the window to see Taehyung pacing back and forth outside of the car with a hand pressed to his forehead, he was stressed. Probably from the fact that he’d basically just sent Jungkook, his former best friend, to jail.

Taehyung turned and rested a hand on the door handle. Was he finally going to let you out? He seemed to be hesitating. After what felt like forever the door clicked open and Taehyung was climbing into the back seat with you.

“Oh hello?” you spoke in surprise.

Taehyung didn’t speak, he continued his hungry gaze from earlier, biting his lip slightly and staring at you with bedroom eyes.

“Taehyung…” you started before you were cut off.

“I wanted this job to protect people. I care about those close to me. The older I got the more I realized how important that was. Everyone thinks that I just want to bust them for weed or partying and be the killjoy of our town. But, that wasn’t it. Remember that summer that girl got drugged at that party. No one was able to find the guy. I wanted to be the type of person that could look out for people. That could maybe do something about things like that. It sucks that I had to give up some of my habits that I don’t necessarily agree with the laws on. But I follow it, I sacrificed that to keep this town safe. To help keep you safe” he added at the end. His expression sincere.

“I guess I hadn’t really thought of it that way. Jungkook probably hasn’t either…”

“Yeah Jungkook doesn’t give a shit about my reasonings. Fuck the police and all that.” he rolled his eyes.

“I get it” you shrugged. “That's actually a pretty decent reason. I miss getting to hangout with you other places than the back of your cruiser though” you teased, poking him in the shoulder.

“Mmm then maybe you should start behaving little girl” he growled in a tone you’d never heard him take with you before.

“Tae..” you looked at him with furrowed brows, your mouth hanging open slightly in confusion.

Before you knew it Taehyung's hand was clutching you jaw lightly, one finger trailing over your lips.

“I’d always thought…” he whispered. “Maybe one day, you’d calm down with all of this stuff, and we could…” he trailed off.

You blinked rapidly in realization of what he was saying. Did Taehyung really just imply what you think he did? You felt your hands start to shake slightly. Not that you were completely opposed to it, but you just couldn’t understand why he would feel that way. You’d on and off had a crush on Taehyung your whole life. He was your first crush when you were just in elementary school. You weren’t even sure if he’d remembered, but one day when you were probably only 7 and he was 8 years old, tiny little Tae had run up to you on the playground with a bouquet of yellow dandelions clutched in his small hand.

“Y/n. Will you marry me?” he had squeaked out.

You had chuckled and taken the dandelions from his hand “Taehyunnnng, we’re too young to get married.”

He had pouted cutely, crossing his arms across his chest. “Fine. Well one day you will. And I’ll buy you a big house, with a puppy, and a big garden.” You had nodded and said “Fine. One day a lonnng time from now. Promise” and the two of you had continued to play during your recess and it was never spoken of again.

You’d occasionally think back on it as a funny memory. But now, looking at him here. The way he looked at you…and those words. ‘Maybe one day you will’ ‘Maybe one day you would…’

“Tae…” you stuttered out again.

“Maybe you just need to learn a lesson or two. Maybe I need to teach you how to behave.” he growled, his hand trailing over your lips was now making its way to your neck. His thumb slightly pressing down on your jugular as he eyed you dangerously.

You whispered under his touch but didn’t try to pull back. You couldn’t deny to yourself that this excites you, it probably shouldn’t but you’d always been a sucker for a little pain.

“Is that was you need hm?” he asked authoritatively.

Should you?

“Y-yes…” you stammered out.

“That’s what I thought” he hissed out. “That handcuff comment was uncalled for. Maybe you were the one who wanted me to tie you up hm?” He started to move to pull out the handcuffs he kept on him, twirling them around on his middle finger.

Your heart started to beat rapidly, and your breathing was becoming so quickened at the sight of Taehyung, your best friend Taehyung...Police officer Taehyung, in front of you, uniform and all, about to handcuff you for mutual pleasure.

You nodded innocently.

A low groan rumbled in his chest as he leaned over to you, pushing you down onto the backseat so your back was flat against the cushions. He now hovered over you, his face mere inches from your own, and a look of pure lust gazing down at you.

He started to grab your hands and cuffed you to a spot they had in the cruiser that made his task of securing you quite easy. The metal bit into your skin slightly but you could tell he made sure not to put them on too tight. Your arms were now held over your head, and any thoughts of backing out had been pushed away. You wanted him, you craved him, you needed this.

Taehyung’s lips crashed down on to yours sloppily and wet, instantly slipping his tongue into your mouth as he held your jaw roughly with one hand.

“I’m gonna fuck that dirty mouth of yours. I’m going to teach you how to respect authority little girl” he growled, now straddling your hips and unbuttoning the belt of his uniform and tossing it to the side.

He didn’t continue to undress himself. Instead his hands pulled on the bottom of your shirt, rolling it up over your breasts and letting it sit high up on your chest, not being able to fully take it off due to the way you were cuffed.

He let out a lustful moan and bit his lip at the sight of you.

Of course you weren’t wearing a bra, he thought. It was so like you to be like this, always the tease. Taehyung had loved you for as long as he could remember, and finally he had you here underneath him. Strangely when he used to picture fucking you in the back of a cop car (because he totally had fantasized about that) he wasn’t the cop. But, here you were, and here he was, grown up and still exactly the way he had always pictured. Your tits looked so incredible, better in person. He’d never told you but when you’d gotten your nudes leaked around the town at one point by an ex boyfriend he happened to get a copy sent to him. He had deleted it right away...if right away meant after jacking off to them first and then deleting them…

He felt bad about that, but he loved you so much and your body was completely irresistible to him, he didn’t know how he’d managed to make it this long in life without having you for himself.

He gave your tits a few squeezes and lowered his head down to them, biting now on your nipple grazing his teeth over your skin, and loving the way you squirmed under him at the sensation. He sucked and bit at you, making sure to roll the neglected nipple in his fingers while he did.

You were absolutely loving it.

Taehyung then pulled back releasing you with a pop. He now started to unbutton the black uniform pants and pull out his enormous cock.

Your jaw dropped at the mouth watering sight.

You’d always assumed he was big, you’d seen him get hard in some swim shorts once at a pool party when you’d shown up in a skimpy swimsuit, but now seeing it fully you realized you’d underestimated the length and girth of him greatly. You licked your lips hungrily, wanting a taste.

“ You like that huh baby? Dirty little slut, so weak for my cock right now?” he grinned stroking himself slowly.

You nodded in response, your eyes fixed on the length in front of you.

He moved to position himself so it was right in front of your face and he was leaning over you.

“Hungry little slut” he whispered. He smacked you hard against the side of your cheek with his heavy cock, you were surprised but mostly turned on at the fact that it actually hurt a bit.

“Are you gonna behave for me?” he asked sternly, looking down at you with a fucked out expression.

“Maybe?” you teased.

Whack. He smacked you again with his cock, slightly harder this time.

“Don’t be a brat now. You are going to behave, or I’ll make you behave. Okay?” he growled.

“Okay” you whimpered, trying to pretend that you weren’t totally in love with how he was acting, trying to play into the game.

“Okay what” he snapped.

“Okay...sir?”

“Thats right.” he nodded. Then placed his hand back around your jaw, gripping you tightly. “You’re gonna open up and take my dick, allll the way. Let me fuck this dirty mouth of yours” he ordered. “And maybe once you’ve sucked every last drop of cum out of me, you’ll think a little more before you go around acting out.”

“Yes sir” you nodded, parting your lips showing him that you were ready to take him.

“Fuck,” he whispered, breaking the stern voice he’d been maintaining for a quick moment, letting on to just how excited he was to be this intimite with you.

He pushed his hips forward, his hand on his shaft and the tip of his cock now sitting on your lips.

“You’re okay with this right?” he whispered. Gentleman Taehyung making an appearance for a moment

“Yes sir” you purred with a grin.

“Get ready to take me then baby girl” he growled, going back to his previous demeanor.

He pushed his cock into your mouth all the way, slowly, getting you adjusted to how huge he was and getting a feel for how much you could take. To his delight he slid all the way down until your nose was buried into his abdomen.

“Fuckkkk” he hissed out. “Such a Good girl for such a bad girl.”

He quickly pulled out and repeated slowly fucking his cock all the way into your mouth and quickly pulling out again.

“Get ready baby” he moaned. Then started to speed up his pace, his hips rolling into your mouth quickly, causing you to gag lewdly a few times as he did which only seemed to turn him on more, causing a pleasured hiss each time.

“I fucking love this mouth baby. You take me so well.” Taehyung was biting at his lip and staring down at you in awe.

You moaned around his cock, the vibrations making him stutter and throwing him off his pace for a moment.

“So good” he whispered. You felt like that one wasn’t meant for you to hear, but you loved knowing how good you were making him feel so your heart skipped a bit at his praise.

Taehyung gripped your hair, steadying your head and pumping himself into your at a fast pace.

“Thats fucking it y/n.” He panted out “Fucking. Learn. How. To. Behave.” he growled and smacked a hand to the side of your face.

Your eyes were watering and you felt a warm pool of wet growing between your legs. You could get used to this Taehyung.

“I’m gonna cum in your mouth and you’re going to swallow every. Last. fucking. Drop.” he pounded into you in sync with each of those last words.

You stared up at him with flirtatious eyes and smiled slightly.

“Damn those eyes are dangerous” he groaned and with that you felt him tense up and his pace grow uneven.

“Shit. Fuck. Y/n. Oh my god” he screamed out while emptying himself into your mouth. His cock twitching wildly as he fucked into you. You closed your lips around him as he pulled out, sucking slightly to get every last drop as he’d ordered.

He looked down at you with pure joy as you stick out your tongue to show him his cum pooled up and gathered in your mouth before rolling it back into your mouth and swallowing with a loud gulp.

“Wow.” he stared wide eyed at you. “So fucking hot” gasped out

He now went to the cuffs and pulled his key out, releasing you from your restraints.

Taehyung rested down on top of you where you still laid. His head on your chest.

“You alright man?” you chuckled running your fingers through his sweat drenched hair.

“Mhm” he smiled widely with his eyes closed “That was amazing”

This cute Taehyung that cuddled up next to you now was a Taehyung you thought you’d lost long ago. Your heart felt full and warm seeing him this way.

“Soooo are we returning the favor or?” you joked

His head snapped up he hovered over your face and looked at you with a playful expression. “Nope. that’s your punishment for getting caught.”

“For getting caught huh?”

“Well yeah. You don’t have to stop doing what you love y/n. For God sake, if you’re going to date a cop you can’t be that reckless with it thought. Keep it in the house and where you’re for sure safe from anyone catching you or calling me to come check out the situation” he rolled his eyes.

You sighed. “I guess I can manage that. Wait...date? A cop? Wait…” you started to stutter realizing what he’d said.

“Well you promised you’d marry me one day remember? but, I figured dating is a good place to start” he grinned with a wink.

You felt butterflies in your stomach at his recollection of that day so long ago.

“What an odd pair we’ll be” you chuckled.

“Yeah… oh also I’m gonna get things with Jungkook figured out okay. I feel like shit about it, and I’m going to make sure everyone at the station knows he didn’t mean it, and I barely got a scratch on me.” he let you know.

You nodded, almost forgetting about Jungkook.

“I think that’d be a good idea Tae, I think he honestly misses you, you know?”

“Yeah I miss him too…”

You planted a small peck on Taehyung’s lips. “You’ll get it figured out. I know you will.”

Taehyung smiled down at you and returned your quick peck.

“How are you so bad and so good all at the same time” he shook his head.

“I guess that's just what you like in a future wife” you teased.

“I suppose so,” he replied. Except he knew, that he meant every word.

Love is such a funny thing.

#bts fanfic #bts x reader #bts fluff #bts angst #bts smut #taehyung x reader #v x reader #taehyung x you #cop!taehyung #bts friends to lovers #jungkook x reader #bts x you

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alllwritenow · 4 years ago

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blame it on the stardust

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Elena stared at herself in the mirror, the shadows under her eyes long since covered by makeup and the exhaustion in her bones hidden by the curve of her smile. She knew better than most what time healed and what it didn’t. Her grief was far from spent, but life didn’t stop, not for anyone.

Turning away from the mirror, she tucked the journal in her bag and headed down the stairs for the requisite stilted morning banter with Jenna and Jeremy. Jenna was frantic and Jeremy was sullen and she refused to let her heavy heart weigh them down. She acted as explicitly normal as possible—fake it till you make it—and filled a travel mug of coffee for herself and Jeremy without comment, earning a reluctant smile.

“Ride?” she asked him after Jenna had left, and didn’t argue when he shook his head, ignoring the itch in her hands that wanted to drag him close and hold on until he broke down and cried like he hadn’t since they left the hospital. Instead she flicked his ear, hid a grin at his scowl, and went to wait on the porch for Bonnie.

Her friend’s smile was still careful around the edges, hidden worry in her eyes that Elena forced herself not to grimace at. Bonnie loved her, of course she was worried. Elena loved her back and she wouldn’t begrudge that concern. She returned Bonnie’s hug and held herself to the present by sheer force of will as Bonnie told her all about her Grams and their ancestors and her apparent psychic powers.

Elena knew what Bonnie was, knew the magic and potential, far greater than her own, that lurked inside her friend. She was prepared for this conversation, ready to be supportive and excited by turns. She was not prepared for the crow that slammed into the windshield, the spike of fear and unease that lingered.

She was not prepared for the handsome, chiseled face of Stefan Salvatore staring at her from across the hallway.

Her throat closed and her heartbeat tripled in pace and she knew he heard it, knew his senses, so much more than advanced than hers, could detect the effects of shock and panic and secret thrill of delight on her system. Her lips were numb as she agreed with Bonnie’s assessment of his hotness and listened to her friend’s theories on who he was.

What was he doing here? Who did he think she was?

Katerina had never spilled her secrets to him, had told him only what would make him love her, true or not. He knew nothing of doppelgangers and curses, of endless flight from brutal monsters until you became one yourself. Or he hadn’t, but then, her memories of him were incomplete, second-hand, filtered through Katerina, and over a century old.

The fear and confusion and sense of strained reality lingered throughout the day, enforced by the weight of his focused attention and broken only by her worries about Jeremy, Bonnie’s predictions, and Caroline’s forced cheerfulness. She didn’t follow through with her weekly visit to her parents’ graves after school and instead dug out the journals and sketches hidden beneath the floorboards under her bed, pouring over fragments of dreams and flashes of memories not hers as she scrambled for a sense of control in a world gone spinning off course.

She hadn’t thought she’d be lucky enough to go unnoticed forever. To have a life free of the supernatural other than her own magic and Bonnie’s inevitable awakening to the powerful witch she was meant to be. Not when she’d been unlucky enough to be born in the same town Katerina had fled to, the land where Tatia had once lived. But she wasn’t ready, and she hadn’t expected this. One of the brothers Katerina had seduced and fallen for and left behind. And if one was here, where was the other? Did he still live as well?

They seemed decent enough, in the bits and pieces of memories she had to go on, one more kind and one more sharp but both very human and very in love with Katerina. What would that betrayal, the loss of their humanity, and a century and a half of immortality have done to their natures? She couldn’t trust that her memories or her face would keep her safe, much less her loved ones.

Elena wasn’t just a doppelganger. She was a Gilbert and she knew what her ancestors had done to protect themselves from vampires, knew the secrets that lived in her purely human family tree, had suspicions about her Uncle’s oddly nomadic life.

Elena had been ingesting vervain since she was old enough to be trusted alone in the backyard, enabling her to cultivate a hidden little garden. She regularly dosed her brother and her friends and had become the unofficial punch spiker for school dances specifically so she could slip some in with the booze. Cheerleading and daily runs in the woods kept her fit and stronger than she looked. She knew Mystic Falls, knew the land it had been long before the town itself, could see the bones of what it had been during the Civil War beneath the modern structures. Her magic was limited in power, the curse of her bloodline, but she had centuries of knowledge to draw on in how best to use it. And she knew vampires, knew them as well as any human ever could.

She didn’t want to hurt anyone. Never wanted to kill anyone, even if it wasn’t their first death. But she and Katerina shared more than just a face, and if it meant protecting her family or her friends, she would do what she had to do.

Including going to a party by the falls when it was the last thing on her mind. She used to be good at parties. Used to be the party, her and Caroline and Bonnie. School wasn’t like Mean Girls, even in a status-obsessed small town like theirs. Outside of Founder events, no one cared about your last name. But they were cheerleaders and for a certain limited definition that mostly existed in Caroline’s head in a teen movie montage sort of way, they could have been said to rule the school.

And then her parents died and the legacy in her blood smacked her in the face with an only kind of dead boy and now she was drinking shitty beer laced with vervain and faking an engaged conversation and a smile so wide her cheeks hurt directed at whoever was next to her whenever Stefan looked her way. He had clearly not gotten the memo about her strong desire to avoid any significant interaction with him and his gaze prickled against her skin.

Later she would curse herself for her inattention, for her selfishness. If she’d been less concerned with avoiding an awkward and potentially dangerous conversation with Katerina’s ex, if she’d been more concerned with the danger to everyone else, oblivious innocents with no idea of the danger lurking in their midst, maybe Vicky wouldn’t have been bitten.

When she heard the scream, followed by the unmistakable sound of Jeremy’s voice shouting, her heart stopped in her chest, terrified that she was going to lose him. But he was fine, holding up a rapidly-sobering Vicky. Matt’s sister was bleeding from a wound in her throat, eyes glassy and hands fluttering wildly as she mumbled, barely audible over the commotion of the party. “What the hell?! What the hell.”

“What happened?” Matt demanded before Elena could, eyes darting between his sister and Jeremy as he pulled Vicky away from the other boy.

“I don’t know, man, I just found her like this. I know Tyler was giving her grief earlier, but I don’t think he’d do this.”

Elena stepped closer, wrapping an arm around Jeremy’s as Matt turned to his sister just as she checked back into reality. “Mattie? This guy, he, he bit me, Mattie! I think he was on drugs or something? He bit me and then he got really angry and said something about me being dosed and then he ran off.”

Jeremy flinched against Elena and she grimly hoped that this horrible night would get him to stop stealing her pain medication. “You should get her to the hospital, Matt. Human mouths have a lot of disgusting germs in them,” she told him, completely serious and also hoping that Vicky’s accusation of drugs and her own words were enough to keep anyone from digging deeper.

Matt nodded, still scowling at Jeremy, and Tyler who had joined the circle of drunken students watching the drama unfold, and started pulling Vicky toward the parking lot. Elena caught Stefan watching her again and narrowed her eyes. “Go home, Jeremy, I’ll meet you there. Caroline’s mom will probably want to talk to you, see if you saw anything that might help them ID the guy, and you need to sober up first.”

He shrugged her off, but didn’t argue, and she took it as a win as she stalked toward Katerina’s ex, giving in to the inevitable.

“I know you didn’t do this,” she told him, before he could speak, and ignored the way his eyes widened, leaning closer to ensure only he could hear the deadly intent of her next words. “But if you brought someone with you who did, Damon or anyone else, you need to get them out of my town. Mystic Falls is not welcoming to any vampires who feed without consent.”

She didn’t wait for his answer, if he had one, just turned and left, hoping to find Bonnie or Caroline to catch a ride from.

The next morning the news showed a very generic sketch, the reporter asking people to be on the lookout for a non-local man on drugs who attacked people in the woods. Elena grimaced and didn’t protest when Jenna turned it off, muttering something about an asshole ex who had a lot of nerve to warn people about other men instead of himself.

School was a mess. Jeremy didn’t seem to be high, for once, but he was avoiding her and so was Caroline, for reasons Elena didn’t understand. Stefan kept trying to get her alone, clearly wanting to know what she knew. She finally escaped with the end of day bell and took a moment to center herself in the bathroom, reaching out with her faint thread of magic.

It led her to the Grill, Caroline crying at a table as Bonnie awkwardly tried to comfort her. “How come he didn’t go for me? Why do the guys I want never want me?”

“Oh Caroline, boys are dumb,” Elena said, dropping next to Caroline in the booth. “So very dumb.”

Caroline whirled on her. “It’s easy for you to say that! You always say the right thing, I always say the wrong thing. I work so hard and got to know him and flirted and he still picked you.”

“Stefan?” Elena asked, shocked and mad at herself for missing this. She’d missed too much lately and it needed to stop now. “Caroline, I’m not interested in him. He just won’t leave me alone and I don’t know why.” She did know why, knew how much he’d loved the last woman to bear her face, but she could hardly explain that. And the rest of her statement stood.

Caroline, brilliant friend that she was, pivoted on a dime from heartbroken envy to protective rage. “Who does he think he is? God’s gift to high school? If he doesn’t leave you alone, we will ruin him,” she said furiously, already pulling out her phone to start the various text chains that would accomplish just that.

Elena laughed, pulling her in for a hug before she could hit send and roping Bonnie in too. “I love you. Can we save ruining for another day and have a sleepover tonight? I’m thinking rum floats and movies about talking pets.”

Bonnie snorted and Caroline giggled a little wetly into Elena’s shoulder before nodding, priorities realigning again. “Definitely. I just got some new gold face masks. We’ll be the fanciest drunk girls in Mystic Falls.”

Across the room, unnoticed by them all, Damon Salvatore reevaluated the usefulness of the blonde as a target and moved on to other strategies. Instead of the first of many nights of horrific trauma that would have lingered in the back of her mind for the rest of her life, Caroline went home with her two best friends and invented a drinking game based on how many animal-related puns were used in a given scene.

Elena fell asleep in a tangled pile with both her best friends, happiness sinking into her bones, warding off the grief and the fear that had been swallowing her. This was how it should be. This was how it would be, and no vampire was going to ruin it.

Chapter Three

#vampire diaries #elena gilbert #elejah #fanfic #my fanfic #blame it on the stardust #rebloggable

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addicted-to-dc · 5 years ago

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Red Hood’s Little Monster (Part 6)- Red Hood/Jason Todd X Gender fluid!Reader

Welp, I’m actually posting something! Hopefully you all will enjoy this VERY long fic. Also, I currently do not have my tag list on me, so I cannot tag anyone for a while, not until I can find my list.

Warnings: Anger issues? Flirting?

"Come on, man, you gotta help me out," you begged, barely suppressing the urge to roll your eyes at your own words. "I just need one identity, I don't care who, but I need one now."

Norm shook his head, pacing around the room while biting his nail, "You know that I can't do it in less than a day! I need at least a week in advance to do it, to make sure it is prepared properly and won't get any red flags! You know if you get caught while using a passport and documents from me, that could damage my reputation!"

"Oh come on! You gave me one in three days," you spat, trying to keep your emotions in control, "and I'm offering double the pay that I gave you that time! I don't give a shit what gender, race, hell, I don't care what age, just give me a goddamn passport and a picture of the poor bastard. You know that I can handle situations like these, can you?"

He pointed at you, shaking his hand as he muttered a few curses. Wiping his face, he scratched his beard as he thought up for some type of solution, something that could save him from being killed by you. As soon as he thought of something, he ran into the back room and dug through his things, searching for the one type of person that would guarantee her a way to escape. Grasping onto the documents, he walked back into the room and handed you what you requested.

Looking over the documents, you scanned over the man in the photo. He had a handsome face, but his face would definitely blend in. His dark skin glowed in the sunlight of the photo, making his dark brown eyes look like honey.

"What happened to him?" you asked Norm, pocketing the documents.

"Disappeared without a trace," he replied solemnly. "He had no family, friends, or next of kin, so you will not deal with any unwanted attention."

"Did you know him?" you questioned, watching his eyes shift to the floor. "If this is too personal I will not take-"

"No, take it," Norm stated, waving you off. "He was a... a good guy, a loving one, too, but his kindness got him killed. It's somewhat comforting that a little bit of him will be back, y' know?"

You nodded, "Thank you, Norm. The money will be transferred to you tomorrow, I just need to get a head start before drawing attention to your bank account."

"I know the drill by now," he chuckled, patting you on the shoulder. "Stay safe out there."

"You, too," you replied, adjusting your jacket before leaving the building.

Stepping out into the sun, you pulled your sunglasses onto your face and continued forward, determined to slink back into the shadows like you always did. You had the upper hand now, but for how long? They had more resources than you by far, but it would take time for them to get everything. Your father's quarrel with Bruce Wayne would spark arguments if he requested help from him, but there was the possibility that his familial instincts will suspend the fighting.

Huffing, you moved forward on your path, heading to the nearest alley to shift. It wasn't the most inconspicuous, but it was better than going into a populated area and having questions arise. Leaning against the wall, you breathed heavily as you looked at the picture of the man, absorbing his image into your head as your body started to burn. Gritting your teeth, you felt as your muscles, bones, and other insides shift and grow, creating an exact copy of him. The shift was oddly less painful than your last ones, but you couldn't focus on that now. Pulling your hood up, you stretched out before walking out the other end of the alley, quickly getting used to the height difference of this body.

Opening your wallet, you pulled out the ID of your previous form, folding it in half and snapping it before throwing it into the nearest dumpster. Digging into your pocket, you slid the new one in, staring and memorizing all of the information. He had a California license, had a height of 5'11" and weighed 194 pounds. His birth date was August 20th, 1995, and his address was Norm's. You would read the documents containing more information on the way to your destination, but now you needed to sell the look of someone traveling. Looks like you were going to blow a lot of cash.

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Walking through the airport, you pulled your cheap carry on suitcase, which was filled with clothes and other useless items, as you continued forward. You made sure not to look at the cameras, knowing that it would draw attention to you. Sighing, you glanced around and rubbed your eye, your exhaustion getting the better of you. Your contact had assured you that you wouldn't have to deal with security, especially when you still had your suit on. As advanced as it was, it wouldn't make it past the metal detectors that nearly all were required to pass through.

Clutching the handle, you looked around for your contact, searching for her obnoxious bright red hair. Before you could notice someone running behind you, you felt an impact against your back. It nearly made you throw a punch, but you were able to see her head notched into your neck before you made the mistake. Smiling, you laughed and turned around, hugging her to keep the act going. Her honey-colored eyes stared into yours as the both of you pulled away, but kept close physical contact.

"It's been a while since we've seen each other," she smiled, wrapping an arm around your waist, "and I must add that's one delicious form you've taken."

You chuckled at the redhead, remembering how much you hated her personality, "Might I remind you that I am a minor."

"A minor that can shapeshift into a very scrumptious adult," she smirked, removing her hand from your waist, "but I know my boundaries."

She led you through a corridor away from the TSA infested area of the airport. The sound of your footsteps reverberated through the hall, making you scan the area cautiously. From what you memorized of the blueprints of the airport, you were heading back to the loading dock, and your plan did not include going there.

"Is there a bathroom somewhere I can go before we leave?" you asked, looking around. "The coffee is kicking in."

"Don't worry, assassin, they think you're taking a private jet in the opposite direction," she stated, continuing forward. "Your plan worked, but we needed to take a more subtle route to our flight."

You didn't like the change in your plans, but even you knew that she was telling the truth. The Mya you knew wouldn't sell a customer out, especially if the customer could snap her neck before she could realize it, but that didn't mean that this was Mya.

"How's your brother and sister?" you asked, remaining behind her.

"They're okay, Gram is still in college and Grace dropped out, she's focusing on the family business currently," she replied, turning around. "Why the sudden curiosity?"

You shrugged, glaring down at her, "Because Grace is dead, you were the one who asked me to kill her, remember?"

Before she could react, you had her pinned against the wall, using your weight to keep her there. One hand held her own down while the other had her neck in its grip, squeezing just enough to make sure she wouldn't try anything.

"Who's helping my father, telepath?" you questioned her, squeezing tighter.

She dropped her disguise, revealing herself to be Miss Martian and telling you everything you needed. Without hesitation, you released her and let her fall to the ground. You ran a hand through your hair, frustrated beyond belief.

"How did they find me?" you asked yourself pacing around, completely ignoring the incapacitated Martian beneath you. "This chase needs to end right now, I can't stand this frustrating goose chase."

Rubbing your face, you sighed and glanced at the Martian, examining her while she tried to recover her breath. She was a white Martian, which was rather odd all things considering. You couldn't remember if they were outcasts of Mars or something else, but you didn't care at the moment.

"Are they waiting for me at the exit?" you asked, watching as she nodded 'yes'. "Well, I better go greet them."

Continuing down the corridor, you tried to mentally prepare yourself for what was about to occur. There had to be more than one hero helping them out, there definitely had to be. You had to admit you were slightly surprised that heroes would help the Outlaws, but who were you to judge the heroes' choices. They're always going off about 'discovering your better self' and 'forgiveness is always an option if you mean it' or however it's phrased.

You didn't believe in that crap, and you knew that if someone was trying to kill you, you wouldn't be given those options. You were too dangerous to be kept alive, too dangerous to be around potential loved ones when all you had to hear was a few code words to make you lose control and kill those around you. You couldn't risk that, especially when Talia al-Ghul has a thing for your father's family, your adoptive grandfather if you can even call him that.

You resisted the urge to pull out your weapon as you got closer the exit, making it more difficult to keep your nerves on edge. As soon as you rounded the corner, the three Outlaws could be clearly seen blocking the doorway.

"Unpleasant to see you three again," you stated calmly, examining your surroundings. "Where are the other junior heroes?"

"Somewhere around," your father replied coolly. "Now, are you going to come with us consciously or unconsciously?"

"I was expecting to explain everything before you'd make that decision for me," you answered, remaining vigilant. "If I come with you, death will follow. The League of Assassins will see it as an opportunity to weaken its enemies, and I will not be able to stop them from doing so. So, if you value your lives and the ones around you, I suggest you let me disappear and let go whatever semblance of fatherly instinct you developed. I'm not yours, I wasn't raised by you, I wasn't taught to love or look up to you, we just share a genetic code."

You waited for a response, some sort of reaction from your father, but you couldn't identify anything from his body language. His red helmet obscured his face, which gave him the upper hand in this current situation.

Pinching the bridge of your nose, your frustration grew exponentially as his silence continued, "Are you going to just stand there, or actually respond to me?"

He stepped forward, making your hand instinctively go for your weapon, "The League can't touch you, (Y/N), we'll make sure of it."

"You can't be serious," you said, nearly laughing at his statement. "They are everywhere, no matter how secure it is. If they aren't affiliated with them, they are being blackmailed or have their families on a watch. They know how to break anyone, hell, they broke the great Batman many times."

"I am not Batman," he nearly growled, "and the League will have to go through me to get to you."

"This is exactly what they want," you sighed, knowing what would transpire in the future if you went with them.

Arsenal stepped forward, patting your father on the shoulder before looking in your direction, "Listen, kid, we'll make some precautions if that will ease your conscience. Even if it happens, we'll be able to deal with it."

Gritting your teeth, you punched the wall beside you, punching through to the next room. You retracted your hand and sighed, your anger contained for the moment. Thinking about your other options, you could escape them once again, but they would find you again and again. Dusting off your hand, you stomped toward the three adults and walked past them.

"Let's go before I change my mind," you huffed, hoping that you would not regret your decision in the future.

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Houroubing to Aruba, Chapter 3, (Branjie) - Blackhighheels

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Chapter 3: The ballgame

It is shortly before ten when Jose finally stirs. Brock has been replying to emails, checking up on social media and just surfing the net on his phone for the last hour and a half.

“What you doin’?” Jose mumbles, his eyes barely open.

“Just taking care of some things, reading emails.” Brock isn’t surprised when his boyfriend takes the phone out of his hand, throws it to the foot of the bed and places his head on his chest. His eyes close again. “You wanna go back to sleep or you up for some breakfast?” Brock runs his hands over Jose’s back, rubbing it lightly.

“You hungry?”

“Mmmh, slowly getting there.” Just then Brock’s stomach rumbles and Jose opens his eyes.

“Fine, let’s get up before you starve to death and everybody will think it’s my fault. All them cat owning lesbians will hunt me down.” Jose climbs over him to get out of bed and Brock uses the opportunity to pat his butt. “You better stop,” Jose warns him with a smile and a wink before he walks out of the room. “Lord, what did I drink last night? I have to pee so bad, I might be dripping and dropping all over the floor already. My bladder feels like it’s the size of a fucking water-melon. Fuck…hope this toilet is built correct and you said all your prayers, ‘cause we might have the flood upon us.”

Brock titters as he gets out of bed, used to the stream-of-consciousness kind of talking Jose does on the regular, when it’s just the two of them. He loves that he has no filter and stopped censoring himself a while ago. Not only does it provide Brock with countless hours of entertainment, but it also gives him a very clear view into his man’s mind - even though peeing might not be the topic he would have chosen.

After getting ready, they make their way down to breakfast and fall into the usual routine they’ve developed while touring together: Jose gets fruits and vegetables, Brock is responsible for yoghurt, porridge, scrambled eggs and bread. Whoever is back at the table first gets coffee and juice.

They choose a table outside on the terrace which has a view of the beach. The table is in the shade, so they can eat without getting roasted by the sun. It’s really warm already and Brock sighs in relief when he sits down in his cool chair. Even the wide tank top and shorts he’s wearing feel like too much clothing.

He looks around and notices that there is just one other couple sitting a few tables to the right, since breakfast ends at eleven and most other guests are already by the pool or at the beach.

“They have a barista here to make our cappuccino right. None of the machine crap.” Jose lets him know and points to the cup. There’s a palm tree painted into the milk foam of Jose’s cup and a heart in his. It’s whimsical, typically Jose and it makes him smile.

“It’s really amazing here. Feels a bit like a dream.”

“Did you sleep alright?” Jose asks him then.

“Yeah, until like eight, maybe? Longer than I’ve slept in a while. You?”

“I think I was up around four and got up to close the blinds.”

“The moon taunting you again?” Brock smiles knowingly.

“I must be half werewolf, I’m telling ya. Full moon and I’m up for no reason in the middle of the night.” Jose rubs one hand over the stubble on his cheeks “Would explain all this, too.”

“Don’t you always say your hair grows so fast because you’re Puerto Rican?”

“Might be lyin'… sneaky cover up and all.”

They fall silent for a moment, just eating and watching their surroundings. “So, what’s the plan for today?” Brock finally asks.

“Plan?”

“I thought you arranged it all with Henry?”

“Not really. He gave me a list of stuff we could do, if we want to, but I didn’t sign us up for nothing today. Thought maybe we just chill on the beach or by the pool? We can take a look at our options later and see what we wanna do the other days and then let Henry know?” Jose adjusts the black baseball hat he is wearing, the right way for once, and takes the sunglasses off.

“Sounds good,” Brock nods and gets distracted by his vibrating phone. It’s a text message from a booker in London and he quickly reads it.

“Hey, Brock?” Jose sounds a bit hesitant.

“Mmh?” he asks and quickly checks his calendar, so he can reply to the message.

“I think maybe we should talk about the phone and social media stuff now?”

“Just a second…” He quickly types out his answer, sends a copy of it to Steve and then puts his phone down. “What? Phone and social media stuff?” He’s lost and doesn’t really know what Jose means.

“You know, if and what we post and what rules we should have for the use of our phones while we’re here. We’ve never really decided on anything, just started talking about it and then dropped it 'cause we were too busy.”

“Oh, ok. I didn’t know we needed rules for our cellphone use, like we’re ten or something.” Brock wrinkles his nose, but the look on Jose’s face gives him pause. “Sorry,” he says quickly, realising this is not the time for flippant replies.

“No, it… I just… I don’t wanna fight. If you think it’s silly…”

“Jose, no, you’re right.” He needs to intervene and stop Jose from agreeing to everything and bending to his wishes during this trip, simply because he wants it to be perfect. It happened yesterday at the airport and again just now. “What do you think we should do?”

“I don’t really know. I’m not sure… so, don’t take this as a rule or nothin’, okay?”

“I’ll be your sounding board, just go ahead.”

“I know we can’t just vanish on the gram for like three weeks. You know, we have to feed the children or they’ll riot. But I don’t know, if I want pics from this trip to show up online: A. I don’t want no geo tags on nothing, so they don’t know where we at, 'cause some stalker ass is always close by and B. I wanna have this for us. If we take crappy pictures with fucked up lighting that we keep to remember this trip by, then that’s our business. I want no opinions or comments on how cute we look, or how we need to work out more, or if these fuckers like our outfits. When I went to Australia with Matt, no one knew shit and that was real cool. But I also don’t want you to think I’m hiding or holding back or some fucked up shit like that, like with the video.” Jose speaks calmly, but Brock can tell that it’s very important to him. “And while we at it, I think we shouldn’t work while we here. We both crazy and will get sucked in and I don’t want us to spend all the time checking mails and replying to texts on the phone, especially your micro-managing ass. We have assistants, they can take care of it for three weeks and when it’s real important they’ll call, right? Meanwhile, we can concentrate on each other.”

Brock takes a deep breath, because only the thought of being out of the loop for three weeks might send him straight into an anxiety attack. Jose takes his hand and moves his chair closer in silent support. Brock thinks about it, weighs his options and mulls over what Jose just said.

“I’ll let Steve know that he should filter the emails for me and put the really important stuff into a separate folder, so I can just ignore the rest. Give me like, an hour a day?” he offers.

“Twenty minutes?”

“Forty?”

“Deal.” Jose gives his hand a squeeze.

“As for social media: I think we should tell Tammy and Courtney to, like, post old pics and announcements for upcoming gigs, so we don’t vanish? Maybe they could also repost some stuff? Art we are tagged in or something? You’re right we shouldn’t worry about taking pictures for insta or about comments. We’re here for us. If we wanna share something we’ll decide spontaneously, ok?”

“Sounds good, toes.” Jose’s smile is wide and Brock knows they’ve made the right decision.

“But I think we should maybe call Andrew, Steve and your mom and let them know we’ve arrived safely and tell them what we’ve come up with so they don’t start worrying.”

“And then we go into flight mode and haul our asses to the beach to chillax and get a tan on?”

“Absolutely.” They seal the deal with a quick peck, chuckle when Jose’s hat nearly falls off as Brock bumps against it. “So, what do you say: Is it a swimming shorts or briefs kind of day?”

“With your white ass, it might be better to go with the trunks, otherwise you’ll burn the goods on the first day, which would be a shame. And you just bought new trunks. The Ralph Lauren ones look pretty fresh.”

“The Ralph Lauren ones it is,” Brock agrees and keeps Jose’s hand in his as they get up to go back to their room and get ready for the beach.

***

“You think Andrew’ll still be alive when we get back?” Jose asks as he spreads his towel out on the lounge bed of their beach cabana. He ist still chuckling because Brock just told him about the phone call he had with Andrew.

“I can’t believe both Henry and Apollo have already bit him.” Brock can’t help but laugh about it again.

“Told you, you spoil them kitty cats too much.They ain’t listening to shit you say. Why would they listen to Miss Nina, who thinks she’s Cinderella and they’ll dance and sing songs with her while she makes the bed?”

“But I’m their mommy,” Brock pouts, knowing full well that Jose is right.

“You definitely are, but one of those moms who always say: 'Wait until daddy gets home!’” Jose continues teasing him and sits down.

“I still don’t know how you stopped them from sleeping in our bed.”

“Girl, I kicked their furry butts out, that’s how. You can cuddle them all you want on the couch, but I never want to find no vomit fur balls in my bed, ever again.” He shudders at the memory and Brock laughs, when he remembers the incident. Jose’s screams of terror so loud, he thought he’d been attacked or something. “Can you do me?”

Brock snorts at the request. “Here? In public?” he fakes outrage.

“Stop playin’. You know I’m talking about the sun lotion,” Jose smirks and holds up the bottle he just dug out of his bag.

“Only if you 'do me’ next.” Brock takes the bottle from him and sits down behind him. He squirts the lotion on Jose’s shoulders then starts applying it and rubs it in all over his back.

“You better watch them fingers, perv,” Jose says when he swipes his hands underneath the hem of his trunks.

“As if you’d really say no,” Brock whispers in his ear and bites it gently, but takes his hands out of Jose’s pants.

“I don’t know which adult plus gay resort you used to spend your vacations at, but here at this gay friendly but very straight-people beach, shit like this will get us thrown out. So you better channel your very christian upbringing and manners, cause, bitch, I will not be kicked out of this resort, because you decide to finger me first opportunity on the beach,” Jose rants and Brock cackles when he hears his words. He really hopes no one is close by to overhear them.

“And you pretend to be a good catholic boy?”

“Don’t have to pretend. I am!” He gives him an exaggerated fake Vanjie smile, that shows all of his white teeth. “And now lay down on your stomach like a good little gay boy, so I can get the sun block on you, so you not you roasting and toasting.” Jose doesn’t simply rub the lotion in, he gives him a really good massage and by the end of it Brock is so relaxed he’s nearly asleep. “There you go,” Jose says when he’s done and presses a kiss to the back of his head, before he climbs over him once more and flops down beside him. He crosses his arms behind his head and looks around. “What do you think their stories are?"

"Huh?” Brock turns around so he can see what Jose sees.

“The other couples. What do you think their stories are? Like, why are they here?”

“I don’t know. Like, vacation or honeymoon maybe?”

“Honeymoon? These two over there haven’t spoken a single word to each other since we’ve gotten here and he stares at every ass walking by. If this is their honeymoon, she’ll better have the divorce papers ready.” Jose is talking about a couple that’s maybe in their early forties and lying a bit further down on the beach on the normal sun chairs. She keeps flipping through her phone while he ogles the other women at the beach.

“Maybe they’re not a couple?”

“They’re wearing matching wedding bands.” Of course Jose would zoom in on details like this.

“Then I’m out. But maybe we’ll find out while we’re here?”

“Maybe. If we ever get like this, boo, even Laurie might not be able to save us.”

“We won’t. I mean, you just limited my cellphone time and I’d be scared for my balls if you caught me ogling anyone like this. He’s not really subtle.”

“You’d better be, cause I’d go all Lorena on ya, but wouldn’t tell anyone where to find the parts!” Jose confirms. “But hey, maybe they have one of these open relationship things and he’s just looking for prey?”

“Honestly, as long as he keeps his paws off you, I don’t give a fuck.” Brock decides to end the speculations that Jose can get lost in.

“It’s cute when you all jealous and possessive.” Jose leans over and kisses him like it’s the biggest compliment ever. Brock has to admit, that since they got back together not only is he not missing his freedom at all, but also he has become what he’d earlier would have called “clingy”. He’s just lucky that Jose is totally into it. “You wanna go swimming?” Jose accepts the topic change.

“Not right now. Your massage nearly put me to sleep.” A wide yawn follows his words.

“Want me to put you to sleep?” Jose offers and wiggles his fingers. Sometimes when Brock has trouble sleeping, Jose makes him curl up to him and rubs his back until he relaxes and falls asleep. Usually it works.

“It’s too hot, papi. I’d be dripping sweat all over your shoulder.”

Jose guffaws. “That’s not the only thing you’re dripping all over me on the regular.”

Brock just rolls onto his side, so he is facing his boyfriend and moves a bit closer. “Just be quiet and let me nap,” he counters, but takes his hand and places a kiss on Jose’s palm and then licks it, before he closes his eyes.

***

“You wanna go swimming now?” Jose asks as soon as he realises that Brock is awake again. Brock stretches lazily, nods and sits up. Jose basically jumps off the bed.

“Help me up?” Brock requests and holds out his hands.

“Sure, grandpa.” Jose pulls him up and leads the way to the water. Brock watches him as he carefully dips his toes in, then walks in a bit further.

His boyfriend really is beautiful and not only because he’s in great shape, Brock muses, lost in thoughts. It’s the way he carries himself, wears his heart on his sleeve, his bronze skin, the hair that’s always falling into his face because it’s just a bit too long. His strong legs, tiny waist and delicious ass - even in swim trunks. And it’s also the way he fits right under Brock’s arm, how he loves to snuggle with him, how he makes him laugh and how he can communicate with just one look how much he loves Brock in return. “It not too bad,” is Jose’s verdict, before he jumps in and lands in the ocean with a loud splash that leaves Brock dripping wet.

“Oh wait, you little shit!” he threatens and jumps in after Jose, but his boyfriend is faster in the water than Brock thought. While he never really mastered how to do the crawl, Jose surely knows how and uses it to his advantage to get away from Brock.

“Haha! You can’t get me, grandpa!” he screams and splashes more water in his direction with both hands.

“No, but I can wait you out!” Brock yells back and keeps treading water and tries to find a moment to counter attack, but Jose is simply too fast. He decides to go back to where he can stand. As soon as his feet touch the ground, he turns around to keep an eye on Jose, but he can’t see him anymore. How far can he swim in just a couple of seconds? Suddenly something pops out from under the water behind him and a second later Jose has jumped on his back. Narrowly Brock avoids falling and Jose’s boisterous laughter is ringing in his ears.

“Gotcha!"

Brock wraps his arms around Jo’s legs and holds him there, basically giving him a piggyback ride. "I think I got you, papi.” Jose’s arms tighten around his neck as he adjusts his position. A second later he leans forward and places a kiss on Brock’s cheek. When he turns his head, another kiss follows, on the lips this time.

“You taste like salt,” Jose states and smacks and licks his lips when he pulls back.

“So do you.” Brock walks them further into the sea again and dips down so only their heads are above the water. “I didn’t know you were that good a swimmer.”

“I told you. You should have believed me.”

“Ever took lessons or were in a club at school or something?”

“No, but my brother used to take me to the beach with him when we were younger. All of his friends were there and they always thought it was fun to throw the little brother around in the water like a football, or see how long I could hold my breath. I had to be faster than them to get away.” Jose tells the story like it’s a fond memory, and maybe in some ways it is, but Brock has enough knowledge to understand that Jose didn’t have too much fun back then and was scrambling for his older brother’s attention without getting it in a positive way.

“I’m surprised your mom let you go with them if that’s what was going on.”

“Mom never found out. I never told her, 'cause we would have had to stay home all day while she was working.” Brock lets go off Jose’s legs and pulls him to his front instead. Jo’s legs are now wrapped around his waist. He doesn’t know why, but every time Jose talks about his childhood, all he wants to do is shower him with love and affection to make it all better. His lips find Jose’s again and he kisses him gently, but with enough heat so Jose makes these little noises in the back of his throat that Brock loves so much. It’s a wave crashing into them that makes them break apart after a while and they both start laughing.

“Let’s get out and get dry. Then we can take a look at the list Henry gave you,” Brock suggests as they wade towards the beach. A group of people, mostly guys, is standing there, talking about something and they all turn towards them when get out of the water. Brock hopes they don’t recognise them.

“Hey,” one of the guys calls out as a greeting.

“Hey,” Brock replies and wants to keep walking towards their cabana, but Jose is already en route to them, always one for socialising even with large crowds of complete strangers.

“You’re new right?”

“Yeah, we got here yesterday. I’m Jose, this is Brock,” he introduces them.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Bill.” The guy who is talking shakes Jose’s hand and claps him on the back, while Brock remains standing slightly behind him. “We were wondering if you’d join us playing volleyball. We really need some more people.”

“Of course, I’m game,” Jose agrees before Brock can stop him, because, really, playing a ball game he sucks at with a bunch of strangers is the last thing he wants to do. Also, they have plans, right? They wanted to see what romantic things they could do over the next days, just the two of them. “Brock, you too, right?” Jose turns around to him.

“I think I’ll sit this one out,” he tells him and some of the guys grumble and try and encourage him to join in.

“Come one! You sure?”

“Yeah… uh, you’re sure you wanna play with you knee and all?” he tries to talk him out of it without being too obvious.

“My knee’s fine,” Jose shrugs. “See you in a few?"

"Yeah,” Brock nods and walks off to the cabana. He can see and hear them perfectly from where he is sitting, wrapped in his towel.

They quickly form two teams and start the game. Jose isn’t half bad, but every time he misses the ball he pretends he is the worst player ever. In no time he has all of them cheering him on and laughing about everything he does or says. He weirdly fits in with these straight men, jocks, and banker-types, who have all come together to play volleyball but instead have fallen under the spell of Vanjie without knowing it. Bock watches it with fascination and envies his boyfriend for a second. He wishes he was that charismatic and engaging in social situations. Jose lives and breathes entertaining crowds of strangers, while it gives Brock anxiety. He wishes he could be there and play as well, get some of Jose’s attention and jokes directed at him, but knows he would be all awkward and would quickly become the guy no one wants on the team.

They all love Jose and they all have Jose’s attention as he makes them laugh, makes them cheer him on, makes them feel like they’re his buddies.

His good mood fades more and more, the longer he watches the game. He doesn’t want to analyse what he’s feeling and finally lies back and closes his eyes. He can still hear them, can hear Jose’s happy laughter and hilarious comments, neither of which are directed at him.

“Hey, you asleep?” Jose pants a while later, standing beside him in the sand, completely dripping wet.

“You done?”

“Nah, half-time. We just went to cool off in the sea for a second.” Brock knows Jose is observing him closely, even though he can barely see it, because he is blinking against the sun. “What did you do?”

“Nothing.”

“Why you saying it like that?” Jose’s eyes narrow further behind his shades, Brock can tell just by his tone.

“I’m not saying it 'like that’. I’m just doing nothing.” He knows he is pouting, but he doesn’t want to talk about it. “Why don’t you go back to your game and let me get back to my doing nothing,” he suggest and closes his eyes again.

“Get up!” Jose suddenly sounds like his mother when she’s pissed, a latin accent even comes through.

“What?” he opens his eyes again.

“Now, white boy,” Jose orders and waits until Brock is standing beside the bed. Then he kicks Brock’s flips flops towards him and puts on his own, before he drags him off by his wrist.

“Hey, what are you doing? Let go of me! Where are we going?” Brock complains and tries to free his arm, but Jose just keeps dragging him through the resort until they reach their penthouse. Jose unlocks the door, drags him in and pulls out a chair from the table in the living room and places it in the middle of the room.

“Sit!” he orders and Brock is so dumbfounded he complies. “Talk!”

“What?” he crosses his arms in front of his chest and plays dumb while Jose glares down on him. His refusal makes Jose take a deep breath and he pulls out a chair for himself.

His voice is softer when he speaks again, just a bit. “Tell me what got your trunks in a twist. We done playin’, Brock! No drama on this fucking vacation! Just spit it out.”

“I thought we were making plans for all the romantic stuff and then you go off and play volleyball with all these guys.”

“You could have played with us.”

“I suck at all sports involving a ball and they would have just laughed about me.”

“You an idiot, Brock.” Jose sighs loudly. “A pouting, jealous idiot.” He gets off his chair and walks over to him. “Get up,” he says, but there is no more authority in his voice. He sounds a little bit amused, which rubs Brock the wrong way.

“You just told me to sit down!”

“Bitch, really?” Jose sniggers and raises one eyebrow. Brock knows he is acting ridiculous, he doesn’t need Jose to rub it in. As soon as Brock stands, Jose is on his knees in front of him, pulls down his swimming trunks and sucks his dick into his mouth.

“Jo, what the fuck?” Brock exclaims in surprise, but the hand that flies to Jose’s head and tangles in his wet hair is certainly not pulling him off.

“You need some attention, 'cause you’re being a jealous little whiny bitch, and I wanna suck your dick, because…do I really need a reason?” He shrugs. “Any problem with that?” He licks his cock like it’s a popsicle and Brock is sure his eyes roll into the back of his head. He moans.

“None, your honour,” Brock says when he finds his voice again.

“Then shut up and hold on tight.” With these words Jose goes down on him again. He starts slow, licks his shaft and his balls and focusses on the head for a while. Then he takes him deep, even gags one time, then continues, bops his head fast and sucks like he’s starving. It’s truly ridiculous how fast Jose has him going from being limp and jealous to coming down his throat with a loud groan.

“You really are fucking crazy,” Brock chuckles as he helps Jose stand up and pulls him against him.

“Do you feel better or not?” Jose’s hands find their way to his naked butt.

“I do. Thank you.” He kisses him deeply and gets a thrill out of the fact that he can taste himself on Jose’s lips. Take that you damn volleyball players!

“You ready to go back down and stop the drama or you wanna stay here and pout some more?” Jose is back to teasing him, which is a good sign.

“How about I return the favour first?” He cups his crotch through his wet swimming trunks and unsurprisingly finds him half hard.

“No! First you gotta earn it by playing some volleyball with me and the guys and then we gonna tackle the damn list, so the romance is back on.”

“Fine, but I might need a snack in between. I’m getting hungry.”

“I’m the snack!” Jose points out and pulls Brock’s shorts back up.

“You are, but you’re not letting me suck you off.”

“Come on, you attention whore, maybe Imma feel more giving later.” Brock smiles when he gets another kiss before they leave their penthouse. Jose stops him again just before they reach the others on the beach. “Oh and just so you know: There’s a ballgame, where it’s really good when you suck!” His wiggling eyebrows make Brock chortle and forget about his anxiety about being faced with a group of strangers and having to play a game with them. They both learn that day that Brock likes volleyball and isn’t bad at it at all.

***

After cooling off once the game is done, they pack their things and make their way back to the terrace by the restaurant. While drinks were served on the beach, they needed something to eat, because dinner was still hours away.

“Hello gentlemen, what can I get you?” It’s Henry who shows up to take their order

“Henry, hi. You being a waiter today?” Jose asks him happily.

“I simply saw you coming up and decided to check in on you. I hope everything is satisfactory?”

“Everything is amazing, thank you,” Brock replies.

“We gonna make the romance plans now and then let you know, ok?”

“Very well. What can I do for you meanwhile?”

“Can you get us a large bottle of non-sparkling water and two salads with tuna and garlic bread?” Brock orders.

“Make that two bottles of water. I feel like I’m drying up from the inside out,” Jose supplies.

“Thank you and see you later.”

“Bye Henry,” Brock tells him and waits until he’s gone before he speaks again. “You think he’s spying on us? That was kind of creepy.”

“Maybe he ordered the Vanjie tracking device when he heard we were coming,” Jose jokes and leans in conspiratorially. Brock decides not to go on with this topic, because if Jose is already opening with this statement, only god knows what will come out of his mouth next.

He pecks his lips and changes the topic. “So where is the famous romance list?” Jose digs through their bag and hands it to Brock just as their drinks arrive. “You know if you wanna do something sporty or with a group?”

“I think we had enough group and sport action today. Send you right into a jealous fit. How about just the two of us? Something relaxing?” Jose changes his sunglasses for another pair, so he can read along. The lenses in the stylish other pair are great for everything except reading, because they are designed to fix Jose’s myopia.

“Tomorrow evening is the movie night under the stars. They’re showing 'Notting Hill’, but that’s with a group, I guess,” Brock thinks out loud.

“We could maybe do the picnic in the afternoon and go to the movie night after dinner. If we still feeling like being alone, I don’t think anyone will care,” Jose suggests.

“Sounds good. Should we plan the rest of the week already or you wanna be more spontaneous?”

“We could maybe do the segway tour the day after?"

Brock immediately shakes his head forcefully. "No! No way you are doing a segway tour. I saw you once on a scooter and on ski, uh-uh, ain’t happening.” His words only make Jose chuckle.

“Fine. How about this hike? Seeing the best places of Aruba and go snorkelling in between doesn’t sound too bad.”

“I like it,” Brock agrees, because he really wants to see a bit of the island and not only the resort.

“We really good at this shit now,” Jose points out.

“Planing trips together?” Brock asks just as Henry comes back with their salads.

“Talking, toes. But sure, planing, too.”

“Have you found something?” Henry asks them after placing their food in front of them.

“Yes, we’d love to go on a picnic tomorrow around noon and then join in on the movie night. And the day after, the hike with the snorkelling sounds really great,” Brock lets him know, while Jose is already devouring his salad.

“Of course. Do you have any special requests for picnic stops? By the beach, in town?”

“No, just surprise us, we trust you.” Brock shrugs and Henry leaves them alone again.

“Look at you being all spontaneous all of a sudden,” Jose points out.

“I can be spontaneous.”

“Good, but swallow before you talk or Imma tell your mama,” Jose laughs when salad nearly falls out of Brock’s mouth.

“And apparently I can be very sexy, too,” he laughs about his own mishap.

“Wanna spend the rest of the day being sexy by the pool before we have to get ready for dinner?” Jose asks him, still sniggering. Brock agrees, and once more they have a plan.

***

After dinner that night they go back out on the restaurant terrace and order themselves some gin tonic. Their table is on the edge of the terrace and so it takes a while when more and more couples come out, until someone comes up to them.

“We’re sorry, but may we join you? All the other seats are taken.” A tall woman, maybe in her sixties, with bright blue eyes and white hair, asks them. Her tan skin makes her eyes even more striking, even in the near darkness.

“Yes, of course, please do,” Brock nods and Jose even gets up and pulls the chair out for her.

“Oh thank you, darling. I’m Margaret and this is my husband Magnus,” she introduces them and they all shake hands as Brock and Jose introduce themselves.

“Jose? You’re Spanish?” she asks.

“Puerto Rican, but I live in LA now.”

“And you, Brock?” her husband asks. He is also tall, a bit on the heavy side and looks like Santa Claus, Brock thinks.

“I’m originally from Canada, but I live in L.A. now, too. And where are you from? I think I hear a bit of an accent.”

“And he should know about having an accent,” Jose teases him.

“We’re from Sweden.”

“Oh how nice!” Brock gushes. “I’m like a quarter Swedish or something and I’ve been to Stockholm a while ago. You live there?”

“No,” Magnus laughs about Brock’s enthusiasm. “We’re from a very small town up north. Just three hundred inhabitants.”

“Up north? Like at the north pole?” Jose asks and waves for the waiter.

“No, that’s even further north,” Margaret smiles.

“But it real cold there, right? He from Toronto that’s damn cold, too. Never seen so much snow in my life, Mary.”

“Yeah, we have a lot of snow.” She confirms.

“What do you want to drink?” Brock asks them when the waiter has arrived.

“What is it you’re having?”

“Gin tonic. Oh, you could bring us two more,” Brock decides, making use of the opportunity that the waiter is there.

“Make that four, we’ll have the same,” Magnus decides.

“You here to get away from the cold?” Jose asks curiously and places his hand on top of Brock’s leg underneath the table, his fingertips gliding over the naked skin of his knee with comfortable familiarity.

“Yeah, that too” Margaret confirms. “But mainly we’re here for our 25th wedding anniversary. We spent our honeymoon here and decided to come back. It’s even more beautiful now, with the resorts they built and all.”

“25 years, wow, that’s a long time, mama.” Jose nods his head as he speaks.

“It really is. Thirty years together, 25 married.” She nods along with him.

“That’s the goal, isn’t it? No matter if you married or not, just stick together through thick and thin,” Jose muses and Brock takes his hand that is still resting on his knee.

“It’s not always easy and we’ve had our moments, but we don’t regret it.” Magnus adds. “And what are you doing here? You’re here with your girlfriends or wives?” The question is asked good-naturedly, but still makes Brock a bit nervous. He doesn’t really know how to reply without making it uncomfortable for all of them. Jose has no such reservations, of course.

“Ha! If you want we can flip a coin and then tell you who the wifey is,” he guffaws. “We here together for our first vacation.”

“Oh you are a couple, how sweet!” Margaret seems genuinely excited. “You know you two are the first real gay couple I’ve ever met. Otherwise this way up north we only get gay people on the TV.”

“I think you’d be surprised,” Brock can’t help but snort. “My sister was married for years and had a couple of kids before she came out as a lesbian. Not everything is as it seems, no matter how small the village.”

“What’s the statistical statistics stuff?” Jose asks and turns towards Brock.

“Something like 5%, I think?”

“As in 5% of people are gay?” Magnus asks. They all wait for their drinks to be set on the table before they continue their talk. “That would be like 15 people in our village? I wonder who that could be!”

“Maybe old Sverre? He never got married and I don’t think I’ve ever seen him with a woman?”

“I could google the exact percentage for Sweden, but my man here has banned cellphones for the time being.” Brock says and wraps his free arm around Jose’s shoulders.

“And you’re right to do so, darling. It’s horrible when all this people are only staring into their phones and don’t talk to each other anymore.” Margaret pats Jose’s arm.

“You had your forty minutes of internet time today, toes. The rest of your time belongs to me,” Jose smiles up at him and slurps the rest of his gin tonic. “And I’m a darling, you heard that?” He looks so proud and smug that Brock just has to kiss him.

“I heard, papi.”

“There is this couple here at the resort, they have been here for four days… or is it five Magnus?"

"Which couple do you mean?”

“Gianna and TJ. She’s always on the phone and he keeps ogling everything on two legs?”

“Mami, we know exactly who you’re talking about!” Jose exclaims excitedly, Brock pulls him closer and they are off to kiki about the real tea at the resort until the bar closes and they stumble back to their room, so drunk they barely find the way.

“I still haven’t got to suck your dick,” Brock remembers when they are lying in bed beside each other, clad only in their underwear.

“You drunk… I’m more drunk. Can wake me up with a blowjob if you want,” Jose slurs, barely awake.

“K… blowjob t'morrow mornin'… G'night.” Brock repeats and closes his eyes, hopes that the bed will stop spinning soon.

“G'night.”

TBC

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What walks on four legs in the morning, two legs in the afternoon, and three legs in the evening?

Q: What walks on four legs in the morning, two legs in the afternoon, and three legs in the evening?A: It's basically five-legged walking.Q: Did you walk on a treadmill?A: Yes.Q: How many kilograms of weight do you lift in a day?A: It depends, but you can lift it every day.Q: What eats you before bed in the morning?A: Weighing in at a minimum, we're going to eat everything, including chocolate, beans, rice, lentils, nuts, potatoes, walnuts and chicken and vegetables.Q: Would you eat at least 500 calories each day?A: No. Baked goods, baked pies, cookies, and baked tea are all great sources of calorie; we often hit 4000 calories when we're not looking to fit in.Q: What do you look for when you're headed out for the morning?A: A slow jog and some outdoor jam like peeks into your surroundings.Q: For lunch, what are you looking for at the end?A: A good grilled cheese sandwich with a grilled revival of your favorite recipes.Q: What's in your bucket list?A: a green coffee, greasepaint, apple juice, apple juice and a few fresh fruit.Q: Your chosen bathroom?A: Over the counter at the Kids and Family Center. I don't like the lack of water here because of it.Q: I've been bad in this challenge, so what do you think of me?A: Chris, I know you know my name, but I really don't have a name. It's the one mean comment on the challenge to help me figure out what I like. Like, if I go to the bathroom at 6:30 a.m. I have no idea what I'm doing here.Q: Your body's not a fridge or freezer.A: About 1/3 of my body is metabolized by our body, so my body just doesn't have the way I feel.Q: What kind of protein is there in your body?A: About 10 to 20 grams of protein is found in my body, and the body will find your protein.Q: What makes you want to eat 3 meals a day, 4 at night, or 6 overnight after you take your test?A: Why spend 5 minutes going to a restaurant and talking about how great your morning meal was, or 7 hours of sleep with your family before you returned home.

#gpt-2 #Anonymous

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trustlift · 2 years ago

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Altitude dispensary

This is definitely one of my favorite dispensaries, and I suggest you all to at least give it a try, and then do some dabs with me! Since they’re so cheap and all.Cyber Monday, just like Black Friday, is getting more and more welcomed by people across the world each year. This was actually the first shop I went to after moving here, but didn’t really go regularly until I started buying wax. They also take credit cards (with a 5% discount for using one) That should be obviously, seeing as this is where I shop tho. Priced at 20/gram for wax, and 25 for shatter, even without the five bucks off during happy hour (which I usually pass-up, since by 2PM, they may have one strain of wax, and no shatter left) I haven’t been able to beat these prices as far as rec goes. Now don’t get me wrong, they’re the same concentrates as everywhere else, but go during happy hour (2-4:20 M-Th) And you can pick up a gram of TC labs/Mahatma wax (they have two suppliers I’ve yet to see) for like $18 after tax. It comes out to like 12/gram after tax, but by just mixing some thru, or putting it on top, of a bowl when you need that extra kick will have that gram lasting a while.Īlright, now while the bud is awesome, and priced pretty normally, and they have a variety of edibles similar to other places, and not costing more than anywhere else really, the reason I drive twenty minutes, when there are two dispensaries within 7 minutes of me is for their concentrates. I really enjoyed the OG Platinum this week as a really heavy indica, and have been kicking myself for not picking up some Grapefruit Diesel, for a solid sativa.īut also against that wall is something I want to take a second mention, because it was a recent suggestion for me, but their keif is absolutely awesome, and pretty much my new sleeping pill. But any bud I’ve tried from them, has been absolutely top notch, cured well, potent, exactly what you’d hope to expect. I believe they have specials Monday - Thursday, where some strain is 25/ 8th out the door, and they usually have shake as well. The bud is NOT PRE-WEIGHED! You get to watch it go from jar to bottle on a scale, before your very eyes. Big jars of buds on three tiers sit against the back wall, and edibles and concentrates are in cases in the counters. I’ve never felt rushed by any means here, and there is a lot to look at. I think it’s those little wicker balls in a basket on the coffee table (they’re so visually pleasing, but wtf are those things about?!).ĭepending on the time of day, the wait can be a little bit, but eventually someone will come and get you, give you back your ID and direct you to your budtender (mine’s Jamie, and he’s great. The decor is nicer than a lot of other places I’ve seen, it feel more mature, even with the giant macro images of buds lining the walls. Walking into Altitude East, I’m greeted by a woman behind a glass window, who takes my ID and leads me into a waiting room. It's worth mentioning that their other location, and one about to open should be just as good from what people have told me, but I've only been to East. But it’s not because I’m not mentioning it, it’s because it isn’t there. So a little warning, this is the main dispensary I’m going to right now, so naturally, there’s not a whole lot of negative in this.

#Altitude dispensary

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streetfightwcrs · 6 years ago

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Street Fight Radio Guide To Kratom

If you want to give the green buddha a ride before it gets banned this guide will help you pick out the right strain. And as a way of saying thank you please consider buying from us.

What is kratom?

It is a tropical deciduous and evergreen tree in the coffee family native to Southeast Asia in the Indochina and Malaysia. Mitragyna speciosa(the nerdy name for kratom) is indigenous to Thailand where it has been used in traditional medicine. (Don’t believe me? Check Wikipedia, that’s where I copied it from.)

When you drink kratom powder at high doses it activates the opiate receptors in your brain which creates a painkiller like effect. It eases aches and pains and gives you a good melty feeling. It is much milder than manufactured opiates so it is often used to help people quit oxy, heroin, and even alcohol. At lower doses kratom is more of an espresso like stimulant great for focusing, relieving stress, and anxiety. As a powder, it’s just as safe as a cup of coffee. The highly potent extracts made by manipulating and concentrating the leaf were creating some of the shocking stories in the news that lead to the ban.

That being said I will always give you the whole truth and that is if you do a large dose (10g – 20g) you can get itchy like popping pills and some people could vomit (good shit, right?), but eventually, it just knocks you out. Also if you do too much (over 20g) you could have a really hard lava-poop-baby. So be warned. I am no doctor but these are just plants that make you feel cool. Respect it like any new substance that makes your brain warm.

How much do I need?

Basically, for most people who are just now trying it, you will only need 3 – 10 grams. It’s very easy to wade your way into some kratom tea so that you can sip slow until you get where you’re comfy. I recommend weighing your kratom instead of using a teaspoon or tablespoon because the density can be very different between strains. Also, I am only 170 lbs, Bryan is a bigger dude and has been using it for a while so he takes 1 – 2 tbs now.

One teaspoon is like 2.5 grams. 1tsp (2.5 grams) Feel alert and clear 2tsp (5 grams) Get a buzz 3tsp (7.5 grams) Relax at night 4tsp (10 grams) Tie one on

So 100 grams of kratom powder will get you about 10 body melting experiences or 40 bursts of mental clarity. It’s up to you!

What’s THE BEST kratom?

White seems to be the most intense. You’re definitely gonna feel “drugged out”. More likely to get a heavy body high, face numbness.

from the kratom bible

“ White vein kratom has a very strong following, and can be highly effective for conditions such as depression and lack of focus/energy. Of all the vein types, white vein shows the most potential as a nootropic (cognition enhancing) substance. Many have found that using this vein type first thing in the morning to be a great substitute for coffee due to it’s “clean” effects on alertness and focus. Pain Relief: 1/3 Energy: 3/3″

Red is euphoric and has the most painkiller effects. Drink it during the day for long lasting pain relief.

from the kratom bible

“Red vein kratom is one of the most popular due to its natural tendency toward higher levels of 7-hydroxymitragynine, which leads to impressive pain-killing effects, sedation, as well as anxiety and stress relief.Red veins also tends to be less at the mercy of individual brain chemistry; whereas white and green vein strains often effect people variably.This is one of the reasons red vein thai (RVT) is so popular among kratom users –it combines both heavy levels of energy from it’s Thai influences, with the red vein painkilling effects — leaving the strain stimulating but very well-rounded. Pain Relief: 3/3 Energy: 1/3″

Green is in the middle and for me overall very pleasurable in both body high and mental clarity. Makes me feel joyous.

from the kratom bible

“For those who prefer neither the sedation of red veins, or the stimulation of white veins, green vein kratom may be the best solution. Green vein strains are much more moderate in their effects than other the other vein varieties and can provide the best of both worlds, making them commonly used as a daily kratom.Green vein strains can also provide nootropic effects, and are generally less at the whim of personal brain chemistry than white vein strains tend to be. Pain Relief: 2/3 Energy: 1.5/3″

Maeng Da is available for all colors. It’s a more powerful kind because the stem has been filtered out so you get more leaf in the powder.

How Do I Use Kratom?

Kratom has a very unique (nice way to say awful to most) taste. Once you realize how badass it is though the flavor tastes good. To me, it tastes similar to Yerba Mate but I think the best description is from a friend who said: “it tastes like the rainforest.”

The simplest way to do it. Dilute in water and shake or stir. If you are a picky eater and already feel like you can’t hang here are the best liquids to cut through the flavor. Orange juice and Grapefruit juice are kratom potentiators meaning they will give your leaf a boost but it also hides the flavor very well. I find that lemon actually cuts through the bitterness the best. So if I’m gonna be running around during the day I will mix a TBS of kratom with 20 oz of water and a whole lemon.

Make Tea – Boil water, let it sit, pour over kratom in a cup, put a coffee filter in another cup to strain it. I like to make a large batch of tea and mix it with homemade lemonade (lemons, water, simple syrup). I call this a Lonnie Palmer. Best tasting way to have it so far.

Chocolate milk and chocoalte protein powders also a great masker of kratom flavor

Applesauce is also an easy way to devour some kratom. Add honey and cinnamon for the pickiest eaters.

BUY SOME KRATOM

– @Brettpain

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Caring for New Mothers Shouldn’t Stop at Six Weeks, According To Author + Co-Founder of Mama Goodness, Jessica Prescott

Family

Ashe Davenport

Cookbook author, postpartum doula and co-founder of Mama Goodness, Jess Prescott, with her two boys Louie and Jude. Photo – Bri Hammond for The Design Files.

Little Jude and Jess reading a book. Photo – Bri Hammond for The Design Files.

Jess and her husband Andy at home in Preston. Photo – Bri Hammond for The Design Files.

Andy, Louie, Jude and Jess in bed! Photo – Bri Hammond for The Design Files.

Jess with Louie, who started school this year. Photo – Bri Hammond for The Design Files.

Jess is a vegan chef who has written multiple coobooks! Photo – Bri Hammond for The Design Files.

The family at their dining table. Photo – Bri Hammond for The Design Files.

Jess letting Jude outside. Photo – Bri Hammond for The Design Files.

Louie checking on the lemons in the backyard. Photo – Bri Hammond for The Design Files.

Jess and Jude cheersing with watermelon! Photo – Bri Hammond for The Design Files.

Jess and Jude having a snack. Photo – Bri Hammond for The Design Files.

What I would have given for a Jess Prescott after I gave birth to my first baby. And my second. And right now, for that matter, as I tow my 3 + 5 year old to daycare and rush to work, only to rush back two hours later with reports of a snotty nose. Then home to the impossible task of working while parenting as my “sick” child climbs mountains of folding yelling for snacks. Infinite, eternal snacks.

Jess says postpartum is forever. And maybe that’s a healthy way to look at things. Because rates of postpartum depression are at an all-time high. Daycare fees are inordinate. And a third of mothers describe their birth as traumatic. There’s immense pressure to look incredible, have meaningful careers and “hold space” for our kid’s tsunami of emotion. All on Very. Little. Sleep.

We need all the support we can get. At a policy level, in the workplace, at home, in life. Jess provides that support through Mama Goodness. And teaches us how to ask for it.

Ashe Davenport: There’s pressure on birthing people to “snap back” after the baby arrives, physically, emotionally, socially, etc. How much do you hate that on a scale of 1-100?

Jess Prescott: I don’t ‘hate’ it per se, but I am deeply saddened by it as it is detrimental to the mental and physical health of birthing people, which trickles down to their children, their community, and society at large. Nothing is the same after birth. How can they be when we have gone through one of the most monumental transitions we will ever go through as humans? To grow and birth a baby is a massive undertaking that requires deep rest in the days, weeks and months that follow. Birthing people need to be physically and emotionally nourished, and given the time and space to bond with the living, breathing piece of themselves they have brought into the world. And not worry about whether or not their jeans fit.

My Maternal and Child Health Nurse was most interested in weighing grams and ticking boxes. And my Parents’ Group was grim. What do you think is missing from the standard support systems available to new parents?

Compassion. Help. FOOD. Raising little humans is just so hard, and even with the best supports in place, sleep deprivation can make the strongest of people unravel. There needs to be more acknowledgment of this, and the narrative needs to shift so that people feel safe admitting they aren’t coping. We need to normalise the challenges that parents of small humans go through, so that others know how to help, and so that help becomes the norm and not the thing we seek out only when we are at rock bottom.

It also truly baffles me that support tends to only last for 6 or so weeks, and anything beyond that is considered indulgent. After the meal train runs out and the doula and midwife visits stop, we are left on our own with a tiny baby and sometimes multiple other children. Most babies are still waking multiple times in the night and we are unable to put them down in the day time, not even to shower or fix ourselves something to eat. Time after time, I’ve seen new mums struggle with this as I bid them farewell at my final Postpartum Doula visit. There is a sense of bewilderment as they wonder how they will survive the days alone after feeding their hungry little babies all night now that partners have gone back to work and all paid support has come to a bittersweet end. Society needs to change its view of mothers so that they are shown the reverence they deserve, rather than being cast aside until they are able to rejoin the workforce.

I notice a lot of people’s eyes glaze over when I talk about motherhood. Either that or they’re completely horrified. How do you respond to that?

Haha oh the eye glaze. I mean, I get it. They have different interests to me and that’s ok. I’m not sure I was overly excited about the children of strangers before I was a mother myself. Now I understand that to most people, our children are an extension of ourselves, and when people pay attention to our kids or our boring stories about our kids, it is deeply validating. People who GET that are very special.

As for the horror, well, I remind them that the love outweighs it all. It really does. It doesn’t make sense until you know that love yourself, but it does. Motherhood is the most deeply humbling journey I have ever been on, and it has added a depth to my character that I am grateful for, even on the hardest of days.

Social media: friend or sadist to a vulnerable parent craving connection/visibility?

Both! We are very lucky to have access to so much information and connection at our fingertips and I know I’m not alone when I say that Instagram made the endless hours of breastfeeding more bearable. But it is up to us to curate our feed. If someone makes us feel yuck, either unfollow or mute them. We owe no explanation to anyone except ourselves.

I burned with shame at the thought of someone knowing I wasn’t coping. What would you say to that new parent who desperately needs help, but refuses to admit it?

Oh gosh, I wish you could see how hard it is for everyone, that you are not alone in your struggles and that even that ‘perfect mum’ to whom everything comes effortlessly is struggling. Everyone is struggling in their own way, even non-parents. It’s ok to need help. It’s normal to need help. How this help looks will be different for everyone but you are not alone. It is FUCKING HARD to raise a family. It’s not something we were ever supposed to do alone, so to feel like you need help means there is something RIGHT with you, not something wrong.

I also want to add that postpartum depression is most commonly diagnosed when the firstborn child is 4 years old – regardless of whether subsequent children are born. Keep checking in on your friends, people. Especially the strong ones and even when their babies aren’t babies anymore.

How do you hope a new mum feels after a delivery from Mama Goodness?

Loved. Seen. Relieved. Overjoyed. Like a giant weight has been lifted off their shoulders. That they can rest easy knowing that meals and snacks are taken care of for the next few days, and that everything they consume will be bringing them maximum nutrition. Like they are a part of our village.

What’s the last miniature joy you experienced?

Oh, they are all around me! This morning when Andy handed me my coffee. Every morning when Jude says ‘you have a good sweep mama?’ as he wraps his little body around mine. Or when he grabs my face and says ‘I wuv you so much’ followed by ‘I wuv your hair’.

How should people support new mums when they are visiting – What are the visitor ‘do’s and don’ts’ for 0-6 weeks postpartum?

Don’t expect to visit in the first couple of weeks. It is such a tender and raw time, most people have no idea what day or time it is and are still bonding with their baby and learning to breastfeed. If you are lucky enough to receive an invite over, bring food. Send a message when you’re on your way, reminding them that they don’t need to tidy before you come, and asking if they need anything. Even if they say no, ALWAYS BRING FOOD. Only stay for a maximum of an hour and make sure you wash your hands but don’t for one minute expect to hold the baby, unless they ask you to so that they can shower/go to the bathroom/play with their toddler/nap. Make them a tea and wash any dishes in the sink while you are at it. Ask how you can help. Give heaps of attention to their other children. Don’t be late, they probably have naps and midwife visits scheduled around your visit.

And 6+ weeks postpartum?

Again, food. Don’t expect that because the birthing person is past that 6 week mark they are miraculously able to resume their old life. Getting out of the house with a small child is a full time job. Offer to go to them, unless they are desperate for an outing in which case, invite them over and send them home with food. Tell them how amazing and beautiful they are, tell them you are in awe of them, and ask them how they are TRULY doing.

Did I mention you should always give a person with a new baby FOOD??!! Even when they have a 6 or 9 month old, they need food!

What food should we bring to a friend who has just had a baby?

Anything that’s easy to digest, can be eaten with one hand and can be frozen if their fridge is full already (lucky them!). Think soups, stews, lasagna, cottage pie etc. To me, a perfect food hamper contains a lasagna, a soup, a loaf of bread, something sweet such as chocolate or cookies, and tea. Of course you can always just order a pack from Mama Goodness. But seriously, even a pie from your local bakery will be appreciated. New mums are HUNGRY!

FAMILY FAVOURITES

Family cafe

It’s not really a café, but a small Turkish bakery that my family frequents – Tammy’s at the Preston market. Tammy is the loveliest person and she is vegan which means there are endless vegan options as well as non-vegan options. The mushroom and cheese borek is heaven and if you are lucky enough to visit on a day when Tammy has made dolmas, you are in for a treat. I love it so much. There are so many great cafes in Melbourne but none of them feel like home the way Tammy’s does.

‘Me time’ activity?

Pilates, baby!

Sunday morning breakfast ritual?

Sunday mornings are just as chaotic as the rest of the week as the boys still want brekky at 6am which is way too early for me to eat. But on a good week, I make sourdough on Saturday which I then bake first thing Sunday morning. By the time it’s ready to eat, the boys are ready for their second breakfast and we sit together and eat endless slices. They call it ‘mama bread’. It’s really special.

Weekend getaway?

Anglesea used to be our go-to because my in-laws had a house there. They recently sold, which is bittersweet because we truly love that part of Victoria, but it means we are being forced to explore other pockets of regional Victoria. I have to say, I am yet to be disappointed, we are really very lucky here and manage to find yum food and good op shops wherever we go.

Head to Mama Goodness to book one of Jess’s postpartum doula or food services. And you can check out her brilliant cookbooks, Vegan One-Pot Wonders, Vegan Goodness & Vegan Goodness: Feasts

Need support with perinatal anxiety and depression? You’re not alone. This is a serious illness that affects up to one in five expecting or new mums and one in ten expecting or new dads. PANDA (Perinatal Anxiety & Depression Australia) is a great resource for women, men and families who need help – click here to find out more.

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frommainetospain2020 · 4 years ago

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Baking Adventure Round 2

Since I’ve been this thorough with blog posts thus far, I figure I’ll continue. I attempted baking again. Reference my previous post to see how that went. This time, I made chocolate chip cookies. To be specific, these chocolate chip cookies.

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Now, this guy obviously knows what he’s doing and goes above and beyond by browning his butter and all of that jazz. Those of you that know me know that I wasn’t about to get that fancy...

I bought most of the ingredients that the recipe needed that I didn’t have on the day before I made them. The ingredients that I didn’t have were white sugar, brown sugar, eggs, chocolate chips, and vanilla. Navigating to find these items in the store was not an easy feat. You would think that the sugars would be close to the flour and salt, wouldn’t you? So did I.... but that wasn’t the case. The sugars were actually by the coffee, which still kind of makes sense, but still makes for a confusing grocery run.

I didn’t see any designated chocolate chips, so I decided to use a Milka bar.

that I had cut into small pieces.

I opted to wait to get the eggs, since I didn’t want to crush them. Those I got from the closer Supermercado, along with a few other necessities for the recipe. I had to buy cookie sheets, I bought a scoop (but not the typical scoop that I had wanted, and I bought a large mixing spoon which I didn’t really need to buy.

This is a side note, but a cultural thing that weirds me out just as much as it did in Italy is the whole “not refrigerating eggs” thing. The eggs in the store are just on a regular shelf like bread or fabric softener. -head explodes-

Anyway, at this point I had what I needed, so I began to piece together the recipe. Enter roadblock number 1. The brown sugar that I had purchased was in a format unknown to me. In saying that, I mean that it was individually portioned for people to use in their coffee. I open like 20 eight ounce packets to get the 200 grams of brown sugar I needed. So that was a time.

So the process went: melt the butter, mix in both sugars, mix in eggs, and vanilla. Once all of the wet ingredients were mixed, you mix it with the flour, salt, and baking soda. This was another thing. In weighing the baking soda, my food scale didn’t register at first, until I had too much baking soda, so I added roughly half of it and just basically winged it. After wet and dry ingredients were mixed, I chopped up the candy bar and added that to the mixture. So far so good. The mixture in front of me looked like chocolate chip cookie dough. I put parchment paper onto the cookie sheets and spooned out the cookies. I knew they were gonna be big, but I didn’t have enough space to equally space them out to the amount they needed to be.

Then came the ultimate hurdle. The oven. For those that followed my last baking saga know that the oven was my muffins’ ultimate downfall. In working with this oven now, I was EXTREMELY cautious. I watched it like a hawk. I reached another hurdle in that.... my cookie sheets didn’t fit in the small oven. Because they were on parchment paper, and there was a thing that was basically a sheet pan that fit exactly with the oven, I just ended up using that.

I literally put a chair in front of the oven so that I could sit and watch it, which is exactly what I did. I set the temperature for like 20º less than the recipe called for, based on my experience with the muffins. The first tray I took out a little too early and had to put back in, but the second tray I think I put in for a decent amount of time. The first tray basically caramelized, since there was a lot of sugar involved. The second tray tasted more like cookies because it was more sufficiently cooked. The only big downside is that they melded together. They didn’t burn though! That was my ultimate goal, that the cookies didn’t burn.

In the end, they looked like this: The caramel tasting cookies in the front and the normal tasting ones in the back.

So would I call this a success? I think so.

Here’s to future baking endeavors!

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COFFEE TO WATER RATIO PER CUPS, POT, AND BY WEIGHT

Ratios for coffee brewing…Today, we’re going to talk about How much coffee should I use to brew a cup of coffee? In terms of filter coffee?

Now, I’m going to talk about this in three separate stages :

1- I WANT TO TALK ABOUT WHY I’M GOING TO RECOMMEND A CERTAIN TYPE OF RATIOS OF USING GRAMS PER LITER

2- AND THEN I’M GOING TO TALK ABOUT KIND OF FINDING YOUR IDEAL RATIO

3- AND FINALLY, I’M GOING TO TALK ABOUT WHY I MIGHT RECOMMEND A DIFFERENT RATIO FOR DIFFERENT BREWING METHODS.

WHY WOULD I RECOMMEND GRAMS PER LITER?

So first thing, why would I recommend grams per liter? There’s a number of different ways people do recipes and ratios. The most common one still is to recommend scoops per cup. There’s no international standard for scoops. A scoop contain about seven grams. It could contain about 10 or 12 grams. Now, the problem I have with Scoop’s or cups or tablespoons or teaspoons or all of that sort of stuff is that they’re volumetric measurements, which means that they’ll have massive fluctuations in actual weight depending on a few different factors. For example, if I were to use, let’s say, a dark roast, medium ground coffee, and I have a perfect level scoop of that that might weigh around seven, seven and a half grams.

If I went for a light roast finer ground coffee, that might weigh eight, eight and a half grams. Well over 10 percent more. And that’s me being really careful in learning the same volume each time. It’s very easy to have small variances in that volume result in pretty big variances in the gram weight you’re using in the day to day morning coffee brewing. Using scoops will mean some days your coffee is good and some days it’s not, even though you seemingly did the same thing.

But volumetric measurements, they’re just not very reliable. Then there’s the other commonly used ratios of like one to 14, one to fifteen, one to 16. These break my head. I can’t deal with these. They kind of work completely backwards to me. Those kind of ratios are pretty useful. If you know how much ground coffee you have and you want to work out how much coffee you can make. That is never a problem I have in the mornings.

Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Ut elit tellus, luctus nec ullamcorper mattis, pulvinar dapibus leo. Usually I have a desired amount of coffee that I want to brew. I don’t want to work out how much ground coffee I need, how you know, what weight of coffee I need to start with. So using a one to 15 ratio, I can’t do the maths on that. If I need I need 500 hundred of coffee. I’m not dividing five hundred by 15. First thing in the morning, however, if you give me a grams per liter. Well, if I’m brewing half a liter then I need 60 grams a litre. Then I need half that, which is 30. That’s not I don’t need my phone and a calculator for that. I can just do a quick little bit of maths. I like it also because typically a cup, an average cup is about 250 miles brewing or about eight ounces. And that scales really nicely, whether I’m making one or two or three or four or more two to the grams per liter ratio. You know, I’m using half a litre, a full liter, three quarters of a litre. The maths is never complicated

And there is one other kind of ratio that deserves a special place in hell. The mixed unit ratio, if you are recommending grams per ounce. Get out, get out. Go away. You do not belong. Just get. That’s all. What are you doing? That’s the worst thing in the world. Don’t. Ah. I mean, you know, the imperial. I have no time for that to begin with. But don’t be mixing Imperial a metric that is. No. Stop it. Rant aside, we end up at eight grams per liter. I think it’s a really nice, neat way to work. So if it’s a 60 grams per liter doing the mass with that, it’s very, very easy. It’s very, very usable.

WHAT IS THE RIGHT AMOUNT OF COFFEE PER LITRE OF WATER?

#coffee #coffetime #coffiecup

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yourlifefun · 5 years ago

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10 Best Advices To Lose Weight Faster

I'm sure everyone has that one friend who is so genetically blessed that he can blink an eye fixed and magically drop to sub-10-percent body fat. Everyone else possesses to dial in their diet and tweak their training.

Sometimes, despite your best efforts, fat doesn't evacuate from your body as quickly as you would like. The primary instinct could be to dramatically increase calorie deficit and caloric expenditure, but which may cause detrimental long-term effects on your body.

Instead, try weaving in one or more of those techniques to inform that final layer of fat to wish a hike. Not all techniques are meant to figure for everybody, but finding one that works for you'd wish to help you see the changes and progress you desire.

10. Utilize Intermittent Fasting

Many folks, particularly men, have seen great success with intermittent fasting. Intermittent fasting allows only a little feeding window—typically, eight hours— before and after which you're doing not eat anything. The thought is that the practice would force your body to subsist on body fat storage for fuel during the fasting window, improve insulin sensitivity, and permit you to eat more diverse foods during your feeding window.

BPI co-founder, James Grage, reveals this to be one among his top strategies when he's preparing for a show. "I inform eat my last meal of the day at 6:30 pm. Then I awaken within the morning and do my cardio during a semi-fasted state, after thirteen and a half hours have taken place. Only then do I eat my breakfast—the first meal I'll have consumed since the night before."

You may not want to undertake to do this all the time since its long-term effects on hormones, especially in women, are somewhat dubious at now. However, for a period of 1 or 2 weeks, it can speed things along.

9. Carb Cycle

Carb cycling means you'll eat your target carbs on training days and approximately 50 percent of your normal carb intake on non-training or light cardio days. This strategy helps blunt fat storage on resting days and restores muscle glycogen during a super compensated fashion. It also combats the metabolic crash related to conventional low-calorie diets and keeps a robust satiety signal throughout the body.

If you discover yourself at a loss for what to eat training days, whey protein could even be an honest thanks to staying up in conjunction alongside your protein macros. The fiber also will keep you full, decreasing the likelihood you'll binge on empty carb-loaded calories when a craving hits. Choose a whey that's low in carbs on your training days, and reserve the mass-gainer protein for days once you'd wish to carb load.

8. Do Drop sets

Drop sets also can be efficient because of happening your metabolic furnace. To perform a drop set, you merely perform an exercise at an important weight until failure, then immediately drop the load and play more reps until failure.

Continue this pattern until your muscles scream in agony. When incorporated correctly, drop sets will lam into your muscle glycogen, which can then create a greater post-exercise metabolic response from the intensity and can get to restore your body's sapped glycogen.

Just be wary that too many drop sets can make Timmy a dull boy, too. This is very true if you're doing not get enough carbs throughout the day; use this system wisely.

7. Make Your hotel plan Mindless

You need to ditch your habits of weighing your food to the gram at your desk and crunching numbers throughout the day. The less you stress about eating, the upper is your chances to stay in conjunction with your eating plan and avoid making decisions that may set you back. After all, it just takes one giant binge to completely erase a week's worth of effort, so make every bite count.

Just take at some point of the week—say, Sunday—and spend all day within the kitchen, preparing and portioning out all of your food among towers of Tupperware. While your friends and family may snort at the sight, you recognize a week's worth of muscle-fueling, fat-bashing food are becoming to be within arm's reach.

6. Supplement With L-Carnitine

L-carnitine might just be one among the foremost well-liked fat loss supplements around. I do not recommend you set all of your eggs during this fat-loss basket, but supplementing with carnitine if you practice vegetarianism, veganism, or otherwise have a coffee dietary carnitine intake from meats might assist you with fat loss.

Carnitine supplementation can boost the activity of the beta-oxidation pathway when paired with exercise. You'll be increasing the body's fat-burning potential.

James likes to pair 1.5 grams of carnitine with a capsule of the fat burner, B4, which helps further stimulate fat loss while increasing energy levels and focus.

5. Perform Compound Supersets

Many people default to a full-body workout program to incorporate intense compound exercises and make workouts more efficient. Why not add compound supersets?

By pairing two major exercises back-to-back like this—the squat and bench press, for example—you find yourself recruiting more muscle fibers over a brief er period of a short time. You'll not only burn more calories during your workout, but you'll still burn more once it's over.

4. Master The Energy Balance Equation

Fat loss responds best to the foremost reductive nature of this calorie balance equation: Calories consumed must be but calories burned. So on hit that deficit, James Grage uses cardio to know the proper balance in his routine.

"My steady-state cardio within the morning is that the first layer of the inspiration, and I'll do anywhere from 25-35 minutes on the elliptical, five days hebdomadally," he explains. It doesn't stop there.

James doubles up his workout with a resistance training session later and squeezes in 90 seconds of high-intensity cardio between his sets. He prefers the jump rope; he can carry it around from exercise to exercise. If he does 18-20 sets during a session, this adds up to an extra half-hour of cardio training. Cardio doesn't get to be performed continuously on a machine for it to be "cardio."

3. Get Your Omegas so as

Using oil supplements isn't unique to weight loss. Studies have shown the advantages of omega acid supplementation no matter your physique goal. An honest omega 3/6/9 blend containing CLA could even be a component of James Grage's not-so-secret arsenal, as an area of his daily supplement stack. He pairs 1000 mg of CLA with the omegas for max results.

"CLA isn't only helpful for reducing body fat," he explains, "but omega fats also are crucial for enhancing your overall health."

Remember, albeit fat loss could even be your primary short-term goal, health optimization should never take a back seat.

2. Dial-In Form

As you progress closer and closer toward your ideal body fat count, your energy levels may start to waver from the accumulated energy deficit. you'd possibly not be ready to sustain the utmost amount volume within the gym as you're wont to since you are not eating the utmost amount and your muscle glycogen isn't fully saturated. Overall, you've just seen better days.

This isn't permission to permit some slack. Instead of cheating every rep, concentrate harder on perfecting your form. By that consider each contraction and isolating the working muscle group, you'll maximize the training benefits you get from each working set. This makes a lower volume workout that far more effective.

1. Skip a day

While you don't need to urge into the habit of regularly skipping workout sessions, you'd possibly benefit greatly great from taking a full day of rest. Hear your body. If it's bludgeoning you over the very best with various aches and discomfort, let your body rest, for crying aloud.

No matter if you're trying to urge lean or strong, adequate rest is an integral area of the tactic for results.

If your gym session isn't getting to be productive because you are not feeling great, you will only do more harm than good by unnecessarily pushing yourself. Rest up and go harder subsequent day!

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advicetomoms-blog · 5 years ago

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Everything You Wonder About Weight Gain During Pregnancy!

After you learn that you will have a baby, you start to research everything with great curiosity and you are looking for answers to your questions about weight in pregnancy . You wonder many questions such as what is the ideal weight range during pregnancy, what month should I gain, what will happen if I gain excess weight, can I be fed without weight? We have written them all for you, here is the weight gain in pregnancy in 10 questions ! How many kilos did you forget without forgetting? Be sure to write to us and the mothers in the comments.

1- How Much Should Ideal Weight Gain During Pregnancy Be?

There is no such thing as ideal weight gain during pregnancy, the correct weight. Weight gain of the mother during pregnancy varies for each woman, depending on the weight at the beginning of pregnancy. The weight target is calculated based on the body mass index before pregnancy, that is, the ratio to the height of the neck. So how is the body mass index calculated? You can get your weight by dividing it by the square of your height in meters. For example, 55 kilos and 1.60 meters in height. You can calculate with 55 / 1.60x1.60 operation. When we divide 55 by 1.60 squared, the result is 21. 21 suggests that she was pregnant with an average weight and could gain between 11 and 16 pounds during her pregnancy. You can determine your own target by comparing the number calculated by calculating according to your own measurements with the values below, with the suggestion of your doctor. If the body mass index is less than 18.5; you are pregnant with low weight. That's why you should gain an average of 13 to 18 pounds during your pregnancy.If your body mass index is between 18.5 and 26, you are pregnant with an average weight. That's why you can gain an average of 11 to 16 pounds during your pregnancy.If your body mass index is between 26 and 29, you are overweight. That is why it is appropriate to gain weight from 7 to 11 pounds during pregnancy.If your body mass index is greater than 29, you are overweight. That's why you may need to get at least 6.8 pounds during your pregnancy. For the upper limit, you should consult your doctor. What should I do to avoid uncontrolled weight gain during pregnancy? How Should I Interpret These Numbers? You should see these numbers as general goals. Determining ideal numbers may not be realistic. Setting goals for prepaid weight during pregnancy helps you to monitor whether you are healthy in terms of nutrition during pregnancy and to notice this when you need to change your eating habits. The extra energy required during pregnancy is approximately 300 calories per day for a woman whose weight is normal. It is equivalent to 300 calories, 3 bananas, 1 cup of dried beans, 2 eggs with cheese or 30 grams of curd. So there is no need to exaggerate about food because you are 2 alive. An overweight woman has extra energy already stored. So he doesn't normally need to get that much extra calories on what he eats. A woman with a low weight should add more calories to her daily diet and increase food intake.

2- What Should I Pay Attention While Gaining Weight?

Do not forget about the golden rule of gaining weight during pregnancy: heavy and steady progress wins! Slowly gaining weight is best for your body as well as your baby. So your weight gain speed is at least as important as how many kilos you will gain. So why should we gain weight slowly, what are the benefits of this? It needs a steady flow of nutrients and energy throughout the period of the baby's stay in the womb. When it starts to grow, intermittent and irregular food flow will not be efficient for it.Gradually gaining weight gives the body time to get used to its new weight. Thus, pain and pains associated with pregnancy and sudden weight gain become more bearable.The slow increase in weight causes your skin to gradually stretch and less crack.Heavy and steady weight is given more easily after birth.

3- How Should Weight Gain Be During Months During Pregnancy?

How many kilos should I gain in trimester? In the first 3 months, the baby is still as poppy seed. So you don't need to eat more than usual while feeding two lives. This means very little weight gain. It may be appropriate to aim to gain 1 or 2 kilos for weight gain in the first months of pregnancy . But most women lose weight at this time, and even lose a few kilos due to nausea and vomiting. Many also gain a little more weight. The reason for this is that foods that are good for nausea are always starchy and multi-calorie foods. There is nothing wrong with this. How many kilos should I gain in the 2nd trimester? The second 3-month period is when the baby starts growing rapidly. Therefore , if you are wondering when weight gain starts during pregnancy, we can say that it starts exactly in the 2nd trimester. Because you need to catch up with your baby's growth rate and start gaining weight and energizing it. Your weight gain should increase to an average of 450 to 700 grams per week at 4, 5 and 6 months. In other words, a total of 5.5 - 6 kilos can be gained for the second trimester. How many kilos should I gain in the 3rd trimester? In the last 3 months, baby's weight gain will accelerate, but yours can drop to around 450 grams per week. You can gain a total of 3.5 to 4.5 pounds in the last 3 months. Some women find that they stay at the same weight at 9 months, or even lose 1 kilo, because there is no more room in the abdomen.How Much Weight Should I Gain During Pregnancy?

4- Is Weight Control Possible During Pregnancy?

Now let's come to the question of how much can we apply this weight gain formula, can we keep it under control… To be realistic, your appetite will peak in some weeks, your self-control will knock, and the path to the goal of weight will turn up. In some weeks, eating will become very difficult due to stomach and indigestion problems. Don't worry as long as you meet the total weight gain goal and fit the average model at the rate of weight gain. Don't go up to 250 grams this week, 1 kilogram a week, 500 grams next week. You're still on the right track. Because of all this, don't forget to weigh for weight control. Not knowing your weight may drop you too far from your target. Always weigh once a week at the same time of the day, with the same weight and the same amount of clothing.

5- What Causes Overweight Gain During Pregnancy?

Gaining too much weight can cause problems during pregnancy. Here are some of them: Excessive thickening of the fat layers can make examinations and measurements related to the baby difficult.Excess weight can increase the discomfort associated with pregnancy from low back and back pain to varicose veins, weakness and stomach problems.Giving birth prematurely may increase the risk of getting glucose or high blood pressure.It can cause having a baby too big to give birth normally.It may cause complications after cesarean.It is also difficult to lose these extra pounds after birth. Many women who gain a lot of weight while pregnant are at high risk of staying with them.

6- Can pregnant women diet?

Can pregnant women diet?

7- What Causes Low Weight Gain During Pregnancy?

Gaining too little weight is also undesirable during pregnancy. Sometimes it can be more dangerous than gaining too much weight. Mothers who have gained less than 9 pounds in their pregnancy have higher risks in their babies, such as being born prematurely, being smaller than the date of pregnancy and restricting their development in the uterus.

8- Can There Be Nutrition During Pregnancy Without Gaining Weight?

Weight gain is an indication that the body provides proper nutrition for the development of the baby and promotes the growth of the baby. There is no such thing as not gaining weight during pregnancy. There is no need to gain unnecessary weight. If you are wondering what to do in order not to gain weight during pregnancy , the path should be the following: You should ensure weight gain not with high-calorie but poor quality and unhealthy foods that are useful for gaining weight, but with foods that are high in nutritional value and will feed your baby. If you have a balanced and high-quality diet, exercise enough, choose healthy foods and get the extra 300 calories necessary for your baby, you have already found the formula for nutrition without taking unnecessary weight. Here are 9 tips for feeding without getting unnecessary weight during pregnancy: Eat 3 small main meals and healthy snacks between meals. 2- Never skip a main or snack to restrict calories. Regular meals keep blood sugar in balance. Since you eat a little but frequently, you need to get very hungry and overeat. 3- Make reasonable portions of your food, ask for half portions in restaurants. Eating out as much as possible. Eating out is always more calorie than home cooking. 4- Allow yourself time to eat slowly and digest food. 5- Always start with a small portion and wait five to ten minutes to find out if you need the second portion. 6- Avoid foods containing added sugar, salt, refined flour, fat and fried foods. These “energy-intensive foods contain a lot of calories, even in small quantities. 7- Load on fruits and vegetables with plenty of water and fiber to keep you satiated for longer with fewer calories. 8- To prevent you from eating junk food, always have milk, yogurt, fruit and nuts at hand. 9- Avoid beverages such as sweetened and acidic beverages and canned juices. We are not even talking about creamy and syrupy coffees!

9- Is There Really Craving During Pregnancy?

Is There Really Craving During Pregnancy?

10- Where are these pounds going?

Yes, I have been gaining so much weight for 9 months, but we seem to hear that I say to myself. You wonder where these weights go? Let's get the curiosity right away. Let's look at approximately where all the weight of a mother who gained an average of 14 kilos during pregnancy is distributed. Of course in average numbers! BabyPlacentaAmniotic fluidUterusBreast TissueBlood VolumeLiquidOil TanksTotal3,5 kg0.5 kg1 kg1 kg1 kg2 kg2 kg3 kg14 kg Read the full article

#Nutrition #pregnancy

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tipsycad147 · 5 years ago

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HOW TO MAKE A DIY AUTUMN ROOT TONIC

Posted By Meghan Pivarnik

When autumn begins to show its signs—earthy colours, golden afternoons, and crisp evening air—it may be a good time to utilise a particular plant part within your herbal toolkit: roots. Herbal roots can be used to make a delicious autumn root tonic to support your vitality, especially as the season begins to change. Making this type of wellness tonic can also be a creative, easy, and engaging way to tend to your needs while offering yourself daily care.

In autumn, nutrients have begun to sink deep into the roots of plants that have been showy and vibrant during the spring and summer months. This can be a sign for you too to sink down into your own roots, find connection and grounding, and practice gratitude for all the phases of the earth and the plants it offers to us.

When it comes to working with roots to make an autumn root tonic, ask yourself a couple of questions.

What herbal roots do I favour?

What actions might I find supportive this autumn?

I’ve gathered a handful of roots that you might consider playing with in your own autumn root tonic. They each have unique actions and flavors and offer support in various ways, with actions ranging from nervines, antispasmodics, nutritives and moistening herbs, just to name a few.

But First, What Is A “Tonic” Herb?

A plant that is classified as a tonic acts by nourishing tissues and aiding in restoration for optimal function (Tilgner, 2009). The idea behind a tonic is that you are not waiting until you are run down or sick to reach for herbal support. Instead, a tonic is woven into your daily regimen to support your overall vitality and wellbeing by promoting tissue and system wellness. I like to think of tonics as a way to touch into the root system of each unique body. I also love to think about Albus Dumbledore sipping his daily wellness tonic, which is perhaps one reason he lived for 150 years!

A tonic builds us up from our foundation without waiting until something is asking loudly for our attention (emotionally or physically). There are many systems of the body and those systems take on many roles. Tonics are a great way to bring in micronutrients and plant constituents that support system care and can be prepared as a fun rooty autumn beverage.

It’s also important to remember that all herbs need to be researched in order to understand dosage and safety suggestions as well as whether a particular herb is a good fit for you personally. Please keep in mind that just because an herb is categorised as a tonic doesn’t mean that it’s appropriate for everyone all of the time.

Before You Get Started

Herbs will often come to me in dreams, present themselves to me on hikes, or make their way into my garden. I find it enjoyable to let my intuition and heart, as well as nature, show me what herbs might be appropriate for use. I encourage you to listen deeply to the herbs that are calling out to you—the roots that are available to support you. This may be an opportunity to further develop a practice of researching herbs of interest. With both insight and intellect, you can get a sense of which roots you’d like to combine to make your autumn root tonic.

Before getting started, you will need the following supplies:

A ½ gallon sealable jar

Spring or filtered water

A soup pot or crockpot

Herbal root(s) of choice

Mix and Match Formulation

Herbal formulation is where your creativity can shine!

When creating your autumn root tonic, I’d encourage you to think about which actions you want to be the leaders of your formula. Go back to question number two above. What was your answer? Are you looking for nutrients or are you looking for liver support this fall? What about musculoskeletal support during the cool, dry months ahead?

You’ll want to start by doing some research to come up with five herbs you’d like to see in your daily autumn root tonic. Take note of their actions, energetics, and typical use. Do be sure to research the safety and any contraindications of these herbs, as well.

Using the folk method in your formulation is just fine—a scoop of this root, two scoops of that root. Allow the process to embody you as an individual—feel your inner kitchen witch or wizard manifest. Of course, you can also take a more calculated route if you wish. To do this, decide on the exact amounts of each root you want in your formula using parts and then weigh each herb part (I prefer to use grams), or just formulate by weight from the start.

When I make a daily tonic, I use 28g (approximately 1/4 cup) of root per quart of water. Because a tonic is something you will typically drink daily, you can save yourself some time and energy by preparing two days of autumn root tonic at once by using 56g of root to ½ gallon of spring water.

Choose Your Own Autumn Root Tonic Formula

I find it helpful to list out the herbs I’m considering creating a formula with on a piece of paper. Once I have my ideas on the page, I tend to jot down energetics as well as actions for each herb. This can help in building a well-balanced formula. Herbs are multifaceted, however, they are often pigeonholed. For example, burdock (Arctium lappa) root is good for the liver. While that is true, burdock also has many other benefits and actions to consider. That said, here’s an example of how you might start crafting a formulation for an autumn root tonic:

Astragalus (Astragalus membranaceus) root: Astragalus root has a slightly sweet flavor and can feel mildly warming and moistening. Astragalus is well-known as being an immune tonic and adaptogen (Tierra, 1988). Astragalus root also has anti-inflammatory, antiviral, and diuretic actions (Easley & Horne, 2016). This is a great root to have available to you during shifting seasons.

Marshmallow (Althaea officinalis) root: Marshmallow root is a wonderful addition to a formula that tends toward the drying side, as it contains moistening mucilage. I appreciate its additional nutritive content, as well as its antispasmodic and vulnerary actions (Tierra, 1988).

Burdock (Arctium lappa) root: Burdock root is a slightly sweet, cool, and bitter root that shines as an alterative, nutritive, digestive, and liver supporter (Tierra, 1988).

Dandelion (Taraxacum officinale) root: There is something about dandelion that fills me with gratitude, and its root brings so much to a formula. It is bitter and almost sweet in flavor, and it acts as an alterative and cholagogue (Tierra, 1988). I hardly ever make a tonic formula without dandelion root. It’s a powerful digestive tonic and liver protector (Easley & Horne, 2016), and it’s a root that I will reach for over and over.

Shatavari (Asparagus racemosus) root: Shatavari is another demulcent herb that can help balance the energetics of a root tonic. It also brings a nutritive and nourishing quality to the formula (Easley & Horne, 2016). Shatavari is known as having adaptogenic properties as well as reproductive tonic qualities.

Ashwagandha (Withania somnifera) root: A gentle adaptogen, ashwagandha can calm nervousness, overwhelm, stress that leads to feeling burnt out, and anxiety (Tilgner, 2009). It is slightly warming and moistening with a mild flavor profile. If you have an allergy to nightshades, I would advise against using ashwagandha. Do not use if pregnant.

Asian ginseng (Panax ginseng) root: Asian ginseng is a strong adaptogen that can support mental fog, weakness, fatigue, and mood; however, t should only be used short term and not exceeding 1-3 months before taking a break (Skenderi, 2003).

Yellow dock (Rumex crispus) root: A bitter alterative that has an affinity for digestive disturbance with skin eruption and inflammation (Stansbury, 2018). Many herbalists recommend using yellow dock moderately and for short-term periods, such as 2-3 weeks at most (Chevalier, 2007; Masé, 2013).

If you are using roots that tend towards drying, such as dandelion, it might be a good idea to add in a moistening root, such as shatavari or marshmallow, to help balance the moisture of the formula. This is important if you are making a formula you’ll be drinking daily for a couple of weeks. You will also want to take into consideration the energetics of where you live, whether in a moist or dry climate.

Because of their polysaccharide content, roots can often have a semi-sweet flavor. The above roots also tend towards a bitter flavor and can combine to make a tonic reminiscent of coffee.

Autumn Root Tonic Triplet

For a simple triplet packed with nutritional, immune-supporting, and nourishing properties, consider making yourself a formula with dandelion, shatavari, and astragalus using the folk method. You may decoct or infuse these roots, but I might suggest, for easy peasy preparation, to make an overnight infusion. When you wake up, you can thank your past self, and enjoy!

Ingredients

1 tablespoon dandelion (Taraxacum officinale) root 2 tablespoon shatavari (Asparagus racemosus) root 1 tablespoon astragalus (Astragalus membranaceus) root

Directions

Mix herbs together in a quart jar with a sealable lid.

Fill a clean quart jar with just-boiled water and seal the lid.

Label and store in a cool, dark place for 8 hours.

Strain and compost spent herbal roots.

Drink throughout the day.

Preparations

Once your autumn root tonic formula is complete, store it in a labelled glass container. When you are ready, you can use either of the following herbal preparations to prepare your tonic.

Decoction Method: The decoction method is a more hands-on way to extract active constituents from hardier plant parts such as roots, seeds, berries, and barks. Using water, the universal solvent, at a low simmer for 40 minutes will give you a strong, broth-like tonic. To make a basic decoction, take 28g of an herb or herbal formula (such as your autumn root tonic formula) and add 1 quart of spring water to a soup pot. You may also utilise a crockpot on warm with a similar outcome. Be sure to cover your preparation with a lid and allow it to come to a simmer. It can be made while you are making dinner or cleaning up after a meal so you can keep a close eye on it.

Overnight Infusion Method: The overnight infusion method is great for times when life is busy, hectic, and you need to set and forget your autumn tonic. Water-soluble constituents can be pulled out overnight, often around 8 hours or more, to create a strong overnight infusion. This lengthy infusion gives the roots (seeds, barks, and berries too!) time to macerate and produce a delicious autumn tonic. The next morning, you can strain your roots and enjoy your tonic at room temperature. You may also warm your tonic in a water bath. To add an extra bit of ease, a bombilla (a drinking straw traditionally used for mate) can replace the need to strain your herbs and the use of an extra vessel.

I always recommend refrigerating unused tea up to 24-48 hours.

The Season of Autumn

I hope this autumn season can bring you connection, vitality, and grounding. Transition can often feel unsettling but also exciting. The earth has an abundance even as the days begin to cool and plant growth slows. Utilising herbal roots in an autumn root tonic is a great way to get to know the roots of plants you adore, or are curious about, and can also lead to many long-lasting wellness benefits and daily rituals. Happy root season to you all!

REFERENCES:

Chevalier, A. (2007). Herbal remedies. New York, NY: DK Publishing.

Easley, T., & Horne, S. (2016). The modern herbal dispensatory: A medicine-making guide. Berkeley, CA: North Atlantic Books.

Masé, G. (2013). The wild medicine solution: Healing with aromatic, bitter, and tonic plants. Rochester, VT: Healing Arts Press.

Skenderi, G. (2003). Herbal vade mecum. Rutherford, NJ: Herbacy Press.

Stansbury, J. (2018). Herbal formularies for health professionals: Volume 1 digestion and elimination. White River Junction, VT: Chelsea Green Publishing.

Tierra, M. (1988). Planetary herbology. Twin Lakes, WI: Lotus Press.

Tilgner, S. (2009). Herbal medicine: From the heart of the earth. Pleasant Hill, OR: Wise Acres LLC.

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