I was lucky enough to be the next-door neighbor of a world-class chef. Like, legit world class. Like, Michelin star class. Yeah. The real deal. Stewart Therriault. Maybe you’ve heard of him.
One of the benefits of living near Stewart was getting to try all the sumptuous, creative dishes he’d make whenever he was home. Seriously, the guy cooked all the time. As soon as I’d see the lights go on in his house, it was only a matter of time before thick, luscious aromas wafted into my home. And, because he was a great guy, he’d often bring over a plate or two for me to try. “It’s all practice for the restaurant,” he told me.
Summary: You’re the invisible Avenger, both figuratively and literally, as an accident when you were a little kid caused you to gain the power to turn invisible. Even when you’re not invisible you manage to blend in, until Peter Parker joins the team.
Almost 350,000 service workers plan to strike on May 1, a traditional day for labor activism across the world, in the most direct attempt yet by organized labor to capture the energy from a resurgent wave of activism across the country since the election of Donald Trump.
Tens of thousands of members of a powerful California branch of the Service Employees International Union will participate in the strike, according to David Huerta, the president of the chapter.
“We understand that there’s risk involved in that,” Huerta told BuzzFeed News, “but we’re willing to take that risk in order to be able to move forward in this moment, while the most marginalized are in the crosshairs of this administration.”
Since Donald Trump’s election, there has been no shortage of wildcat strikes by groups disproportionately affected by his administration’s policies. But this time around, organized labor is driving the effort. According to a coalition of groups leading the strike, more than 300,000 food chain workers and 40,000 unionized service workers have said they will walk off the job so far.
Huerta’s union chapter represents tens of thousands of workers, including janitors, security officers and airport staff, while the Food Chain Workers Alliance, which represents workers throughout the food industry, says hundreds of thousands of its non-unionized members have committed to striking.
“We are a workforce made up mostly of immigrants, women, African Americans, and indigenous people….Without workers, who does Trump think will harvest the crops, craft the food, transport it to market, stock the shelves, cook in kitchens, and serve the meals?”
Summary: You had met Jungkook on a summer day at the age of 10, at 12 you became best friends, at 14 you had your first kiss, at 15 you fell in love and at 16 you made love. You’ve never really knew what heartbreak was until at the age of 18 he broke your heart.
Inspired by Somebody else by the 1975.
A/N: Sorry if i have grammar mistakes, English is not my first language.
I wasn’t gonna post this today but here it is :)
You didn’t hear his almost inaudible whisper as he
stroked your hair, hugging you closer to him “What am I going to do with you?
You make me crazy”. You looked up to him, his strands of blonde hair matted in
sweat pushed back. “That was amazing” you whispered.
“I know right? I was made for this” he cockily
grinned. “Oh my god you are such a tease” you hit his chest and he grabs your
hands as he places his finger against your lips. ”But I know you love it”. He says
before he sucks your bottom lip into his mouth.
A week went by and
all you could think about was Taehyung, his kisses, his very touch, his
beautiful laughter, his silly way of being… he was the calm after the storm. But
you couldn’t stop Jungkook’s name from crossing your mind at least once a day.
Since the fight he had sent you dozens of texts, he even called you. But you
had ignored each one of them. You had decided with Taehyung that you would keep
your “relationship” secret for a while until you were ready to tell
Jungkook. You really didn’t know what to tell Jungkook; “I like one of your
best friends and I want to try to have a relationship with him?” You knew that
wouldn’t work, you knew that the moment you would see Jungkook, the name Taehyung
would disappear from your head. You knew that the moment you tried to leave
Jungkook he would follow you and absorb you again, so strong was your
attachment to him, so strong the name of Jeon Jungkook was buried in your
A nocked sounded at your front door and you hurried to
get out of the couch to open it,
You looked through the peephole of the door to meet a
young man with blond hair, you smiled to yourself before opening the door with
a smile on your face. “What are you doing here?” You asked.
Taehyung stood in front of the now open door with his
characteristic grin. “I just wanted to see you” he replied; entering
to your house with a long step to shorten the distance of your bodies. He
cupped your cheeks in both of his hands and gently pressed his pink lips
against yours. A feeling of calmness running through you right away; It was
always like that with Taehyung, he managed to generate that effect in people;
You closed the door by pushing him against it, melting
in the kiss deeper. If you were thinking about Jungkook just moments ago; that
name was now in the depths of your head.
Taehyung was the first to separate his lips for air.
“someone is anxious?” He chuckled softly. “Yah! You appeared out
of nowhere in my apartment” you said blushing. "Speaking of which, what
are you doing here seriously?”
“You didn’t want to see me?” He asked
frowning, pretending to be hurt. “Firstly I really wanted to see you and
… secondly there’s a party at Jackson’s tomorrow, you should go …” he
said as he walked towards the sofa to sit on.
“Uh oh Jungkook will surely be there Tae, I’m not
ready yet” Saying the name of your ex aloud still was hard and more with
the man who was in front of you at the moment.
“Listen… I know Jungkook will be there, but this
is an opportunity to show him that you are more than an object with which he
can play and then throw away.” He stopped and then continued. “I’m
not telling you to tell Jungkook about … our relationship” The last word
came out in a sigh, the way he said it made you feel bad, you knew that Tae
wanted to be with you officially, wanted to show everyone how happy he could make
you, but it was not yet the time when Jungkook still fluttered in your mind.
“Just go, take Minah with you, have some fun,” He finished smiling,
giving you security.
“You’re right, I could have some fun after all…”
you agreed with Taehyung that leaving your house wouldn’t do you so bad, you
could always leave the party if you felt uncomfortable. “If you want to
leave just send me a text and we’ll leave together, what do you think?” He
said in a seductive voice, intending to continue what had happened a few
minutes ago between you two.
That ended up convincing you; you had Minah and Tae if
something went wrong. Maybe you wouldn’t even see Jungkook with the number of
people who used to attend the parties of Jackson.
The reality was that Taehyung was everything you
wanted to have after Jungkook broke up with you, someone who was there for you,
who would listen to you, who would talk to you, distract you from the horrible
thoughts that inhabited your mind. Since the black-haired young man left you,
the only thing you could think of was that you weren’t good enough, beautiful
enough or intelligent enough and that’s why he left you. You couldn’t help
thinking that there was something wrong with you, that you had done something mistakenly,
you still didn’t understand very well how fate had made you cross with a person
as wonderful as Kim Taehyung, and how he had accepted you with his arms open
even knowing how broken you were. There was more of Kim Taehyung than you knew.
Tae’s deep voice brought you back to the real world.
“What are you thinking?” He asked and you looked at him in surprise.
The question shocked you a little, pushing the thought to the back of your mind,
hiding them, with your best smile you answered; “I was just thinking about
what to wear tomorrow,” you lied.
“Ah, I do not care what you wear as long as you
take it off for me.” He grinned and winked at you as you rolled your eyes
at the comment but you couldn’t help but smile.
“Are you thinking about impure things already?
What a slutty woman.”
are you saying!? You’re the one who was talking about taking off my clothes!”
You replied by throwing yourself to him and hitting him on the chest with both
Suddenly he grabbed you gently but strongly enough for
you to not be able to move and turned you around, locking you on the couch with
his legs “Or … you can take off your clothes now, I wouldn’t mind,”
he said before kissing you roughly.
I’ve been seeing this go around a bit and have talked about it a little before, and figured I’d make a more formal post about some things you can do to make your birthday more magical. Feel free to add more!
Do an annual tarot spread for the year to come
Come up with a resolution for how you would like to grow, cast a spell to help out
Make a lot of “new age” puns
Look up what the planets are going to be moving into, especially your ruling planet. How does it compare to the year you were born?
Find out your birth chart, if you don’t know it.
Look up some kitchen witchy recipes to serve at a birthday party
Ask your friends for donations to a nonprofit instead of gifts. It can be something specifically for a witchy cause like the environment, or just a cause you really care about.
You could even make the donation in the name of your patron deity, if you have one.
Talk with spirits that have the same birthday as you! Give them something nice for an offering for their own birthday gift.
REALLY WISH ON THOSE BIRTHDAY CANDLES
Draw a sigil in the icing of the cake. Stick the candles into it in decorative says. The color of the candles can even correspond.
Authors Notes: Prep for the angst and Fluff y’all! lol
Prompt: @melconnor2007 I was wondering if you could do one where Bucky and the reader been dating, but nat refuses to believe he loves here and makes a move on Bucky, the reader sees, but runs away before she sees Bucky pushing nat off, the reader then leaves the tower with a note for Bucky telling him, but Bucky using his skills tracks her down, with lots of fluff at the end where he explains and tell reader how much he loves her, if that makes any sense at all, lol,
Your life was bliss. Well, as blissful as it could be while being an Avenger. Bucky had been with the team just a year longer than you and from the day you arrived the two of you had hit it off. Just a few months ago Steve locked the two of you in the gym until it came out that you both had feelings for each other and the decision to be official was sealed with the kiss of your life. Since then you and Bucky were practically inseparable. Everyone at the compound agreed that the two of you belonged together.
Everyone except Nat. She was good at hiding it, keeping her feelings in check is part of her skill set, but she just didn’t think you were right for him. She thought she should be in your shoes, in his arms. She was your friend though, or at least friend enough. She lied to you and told you how happy she was for you. She told you how perfect the two of you were together just to frown when your back was turned.
Today she was over it, though. It had been four months of dating between you and you made cupcakes and he brought you flowers. It made her sick. She had a plan and was set to execute it as soon as the opportunity presented itself, and she had that planned, too.
-1 tbsp peppermint leaves (about one tea bag) -1 tbsp chamomile (about one tea bag) -½ tsp cinnamon -½ tsp ginger -¾ cup boiling water -¾ cup honey (raw local honey is recommended) -Optional: Powdered sugar, Powdered vitamin C, or Cornstarch for dusting
1. Steep your herbs in the boiling water for about 10 minutes, then strain and save the tea.
2. In a small saucepan, combine the tea and honey and heat to a gentle boil over medium heat.
3. Continue boiling until the mixture reaches a temperature of about 300 degrees Fahrenheit. Keep careful watch, as honey can burn very easily.
4. Take off of heat and allow the syrup to cool for about 5-10 minutes.
5. Transfer syrup onto parchment paper in small spoonfuls (recommended teaspoon) and allow to cool to room temperature.
6. If desired, dust the lozenges with powdered sugar, powdered vitamin C, or cornstarch. This will absorb moisture, keeping the lozenges dry and preventing them from sticking in storage.
Note: The consistency of the lozenges may vary. There are several factors that play into this, including water loss, honey quantity, temperature variation, and weather.
Here in California, we’ve been blessed with some lovely rains! And while it’s absolutely wonderful to see the green come back after five long years of drought, it does come with a few downsides. The first is that mosquito populations boom. The second is that erosion issues that we hadn’t anticipated are cropping up all over the place. And the third is that with more moisture also comes a new rash of cold and flu.
Kitchen witchcraft is not limited to delectable dinner dishes. Nor is it limited to baking or crafting culinary delights. It is also very practical and encompasses herbal remedies that can be worked in the home. And so, it seemed right to share a recipe for homemade throat lozenges. All of the ingredients are tools of the kitchen witch, from the water to the tea, but of all of the ingredients, one stands out: honey.
Last week, we covered various alcohols and how liquor has been a staple of human consumption for most of human history, but honey mead is one of the primary drinks that come to light in that topic. In addition, honey has been a natural sweetener that humanity has loved since the dawn of time, even reaching a state where its presence represents prosperity and happiness (”land of milk and honey,” anyone?), and even wealth due to its golden color.
This image of wealth is further ingrained when considering the hard work put in by honeybees to produce honey, followed by their ferocity in protecting it when the hive is low on stores. Much like how one would work hard to acquire or earn wealth, and then protect their money when it’s been obtained.
Honey is, by far, one of the most cherished ingredients for its antibacterial properties and its natural sweetness. It is a natural preservative, and is far healthier than sugars due to its chemical makeup. In addition, it is an ingredient that has helped make many much more environmentally aware…
Domesticated honeybees (from which we get most of our honey) will produce close to 80 pounds of surplus honey per year, which is why beekeeping has been such a successful trade for so many centuries. In the late summer, beekeepers will remove wooden frames from the hives on which the surplus honey is stored (contrary to popular belief, the majority of beekeepers harvest honey in non-invasive ways which don’t stress the colony, and never harvest the stores the bees require for survival). This honey and the comb are then separated, processed (in some cases), and made ready for sale. By the time it reaches the plastic bottle as a clear golden syrup, it’s been pasteurized (depending upon the country’s health regulations) and processed.
From the store, one can pick up either processed or “raw” honey, which contains trace amounts of pollen from the nectar the bees had used to make it. This makes raw honey an excellent way of bolstering the immune system against the symptoms of seasonal allergies, in addition to the other traits honey has.
Honey’s composition is roughly 17 percent water, with most (not all) of the rest being natural sugars. As a result, if any bacteria, fungi, or molds try to settle on it, the water contained within them gets pulled out, killing them and preventing honey from spoiling. In addition, depending upon the flowers that the bees had pollinated, the nectar could have additional antibacterial properties (manuka honey, for instance, is particularly good at this and is used as an antibacterial in hospitals). Our ancestors recognized the healing properties of honey, and would add it to poultices and other remedies that would be applied directly to wounds, much as we would with Neosporin today.
From the witchy perspective, there really isn’t anything to dislike about honey. First, there’s its color, which is excellent for wealth and prosperity spells. Second, there is its healing properties, which are excellent for both remedies and for healing spells. Third, is its sweetness, which can serve to enhance the sweetening spells, and makes it an excellent offering to fairies and gods alike! Pairing they variant of honey with your purposes adds a whole new level of magic to your craft, as well! For instance, if you want to encourage prosperity and luck, use clover honey; alternatively, if you want to use honey for cleansing and healing, use rosemary honey instead!
A less common thought when it comes to using honey in magic is to incorporate its creator into the work. Bees are tireless workers, often inspiring bee enthusiasts and beekeepers alike, and it’s their effective communication and work ethic that can be incorporated into spellwork involving honey. If you need a spell to encourage productivity and energy, honey is a great go-to ingredient due to the bees’ tireless efforts.
Like any ingredient, intent is key: channel your intent and energy into the honey before adding it to food or drink, or before adding it to a sweetening jar. If you’re making an offer of honey, consider what it may represent to the deities or spirits that it is meant for.
Lastly, another reason many witches appreciate honey is as I had mentioned above: it has helped increase environmental awareness. With bee populations struggling, it is important to consider ways to help “save the bees.” More specifically, save the environment. Honeybees are most well known to us, but they aren’t the only kind of bee present in our lives. Many species don’t produce honey but are integral to pollination. What makes them less noticeable is their subterranean nests throughout most of the year. Many witches feel a deep respect for the earth and for all animals, and bees are not alone in this. Consider switching from sugar to honey in most recipes to help bring honey’s properties into your life while helping fund further developments in beekeeping, and be sure to thank the bees in your life for their hard work and inspiration!
had met Jungkook on a summer day at the age of 10, at 12 you became best friends, at
14 you had your first kiss, at
15 you fell in love and at
16 you made love. You’ve never really knew what heartbreak was until at the age of 18 he broke your
Inspired by Somebody else by the 1975.
A/N: Sorry if i have grammar mistakes, English is not my first language.
had met Jungkook on a summer day at the age of 10 when a moving truck parked
down at the house next door, from which a small boy with rabbit teeth and black
hair came down. Your mother told you to help the neighbors pick up the boxes
from the truck while she would welcome the new neighbors. You had never been a
very conversational person so when your mother ordered you to help your
neighbors you could not help grumbling. You left your house and approached the
moving truck where the black haired kid was struggling to lift a large box,
when he noticed your presence he left the box on the floor and looked a little
surprised by the sudden appearance of a new face in front of him.
hello, I’m the next door neighbor, do you need some help with that?” You
said pointing to the box that was now on the floor. The boy smiled broadly,
showing his rabbit’s teeth and exclaimed; “Yes please!” You
approached him and together carried the box to the door of his house. “I’m
Jungkook by the way” he said.
Y/N” you answer with a little grin.
that day on you began to spend more time together and became friends really
fast but it was not until the age of 12 that you became best friends after your
first crush broke your heart and went with another girl, Jungkook was so
annoyed that made the other kid trip on purpose at school making him loose a
tooth, the principal had to call Jungkook’s parents and he was grounded for a
week without being able to see you, a week that became eternally long but worth
14 you had your first kiss, it was at a party playing spin the bottle, never in
a thousand years it had crossed your mind to give a kiss to your best friend,
sure … he was cute, but he was your friend, it was just something forbidden
to think. It was your turn to turn the bottle and when it stopped, pointing at
the young man with black hair, your blood froze. No no no! This could not be
happening, but Jungkook thought otherwise, he slowly came up to you putting his
right hand on your cheek and gave you a small but warm kiss on your lips.
that night everything started falling in its place, your friendship was
evolving into something more, into something real; dates, little kisses,
holding hands and cuddling.
15 you fell in love declaring your love under the stars. You had decided to
spend the holidays in the Jeon’s summer house together with your family and his
parents, a little bored of the conversation of the elders you and Jungkook
excused yourselves and went outside to see the stars. His house was on the
beach and Jungkook loved the ocean so he did not miss an opportunity to crawl
you with him into the water.
stood waist deep in the ocean at 11:00pm in nothing but your undies and bra,
Jungkook was in nothing but his boxers. You asked him to kiss you and he smiled
simply moving closer and kissing you, he didn’t hesitate to add tongue. After a
few moments you both pulled away. In that night in the shelter of his arms, and
the starts as your witness he said the words you have been dying to hear ever
since he first kissed you.
love you Y/N”. You tried not to smile too much so you didn’t look like a weirdo
but you were too happy to hide it, you put your hands in his shoulders and
kissed him harder than ever. “I love you too Jungkook”.
ok ok .. how about domestic!malec headcanons? because i know this is what you are all about (as am i) so yeah .. just give me boyfriends/husbands being domestic and happy, please and thanks! 💗
- every morning when they wake up, they exchange soft smiles and lazy kisses and if one of them tries to leave the bed, the other tightens their arms around them and snuggles in closer and they’ll stay like that for as long as possible, wrapped around each other, neither of them willing to let the other go.
- magnus always waits up for alec when he’s out on missions so he can make sure his boyfriend is okay but also because he hates going to bed without him.
- often though alec walks in to find magnus curled up on the couch, fast asleep and he cant help but smile as he heads over to him and caresses his cheek, simply whispering magnus’ name and his breath always catches when magnus’ eyes flutter open unglamoured and a lazy smile makes it way onto his face
- they always want to do nice things for each other. so when magnus gets home after a long day of dealing with stressful clients, alec is in the kitchen serving up magnus’ favourite meal so they can sit and eat together which they hardly ever get to do.
- one of magnus’ favourite things to do is surprise alec at work, the way his boyfriend’s face lights up when he sees him, the scowl that was there before now nowhere to be seen. he also likes how alec grabs his hand and doesn’t let go as they walk around the institute, not caring about the looks other shadowhunters are throwing their way.
- it’s the little things that always gives them a warm feeling in their stomach, like how magnus gives alec a quick kiss on the lips when they say goodbye, how alec wraps an arm around magnus’ waist to pull him closer when they’re walking together and how magnus runs his fingers through alec’s hair when they’re cuddled up on the couch or in bed, how alec grabs a make up wipe and gently removes magnus’ make up when he sees that his boyfriend is exhausted and barely able to stay awake.
- they love just talking to each other. god how they love just watching the other chat about their day and how they’re feeling. they just enjoy sitting on the balcony, underneath the stars, abandon glasses of wine in front of them, the cold air causing them to shiver and pull one another closer as they listen to one another.
- all of their loved ones don’t miss all the small things, like how the two of them say “we’re going home” instead of “we’re going back to magnus’ loft” and how sometimes when they go round to magnus’ late in the evening, magnus is wearing a sweater that without a doubt belongs to alec. they notice how magnus and alec slip the other’s name into conversation when their significant other is not around and how they share smiles or loving touches when they’re wrapped up in their own little bubble.
- they’re just so obviously in love with each other and that never changes. even after they’re married, even after years and years together, they’re still each other’ home.
A/N - A cute little fluff for my lovely mutual @red-2000, I hope you like it Kara! Keep on sending in your requests everyone~
Jaebum paced the room, whispering under his breath. It wasn’t long before you arrived home to spend the evening with him. He had planned the whole night out but was feeling the nerves build as the time passed. It wasn’t your birthday or your anniversary or anything, but the night was still going to be very romantic. Tonight was the night Jaebum was planning to propose to you. He was going to ask you to spend the rest of your life with him. It was something he had wanted to ask for so long but just felt too nervous. Even after being together all these years, he was still paranoid that you would say no. His heart raced when he saw a text notification from you sitting in his phone.
When you had finally arrived home, the lights were all off a trail of candles led you into the dining room where Jaebum was sat, dressed in a beautiful suit. “Dinner will be ready in half an hour, my love. If you would go into the bedroom, you’ll find a little gift waiting for you there,” he greeted, giving you a soft and welcoming kiss to your forehead. You giggled and excitedly made your way to your bedroom. On the bed was a gorgeous dress that you had been wanting to buy for yourself for weeks but had never been able to afford it whenever you saw it. You tried it on and it fit you perfectly, hugging your body in all the right ways. You glanced at yourself in the mirror and loved everything that you saw. You could almost teared up from how happy you were, and the night had barely even begun. You had no idea why Jaebum had prepared dinner or why he had bought you such a beautiful but expensive dress but you were loving it. You made a little note in the back of your mind to do something sweet and romantic for him as a way of saying thank you.
You stepped out of the bedroom and found Jaebum standing in the kitchen, getting ready to serve the food. As soon as he heard you walking in, his attention and focus were all on you. His jaw dropped and it took him a minute to compose himself again. “Wow, (Y/N). You look amazing.” You blushed in response. “You don’t look too bad yourself, Jae. I love how this suit looks on you.” Your hands ran up his stomach as you looked into his eyes lovingly. He got so lost in your eyes that he almost forgot about getting the food served up. It made you giggle seeing how flustered he got.
After eating the meal, Jaebum poured another glass of wine for you and took a deep breath. He looked nervous. Worried. “Is everything okay, Jaebum? You look anxious all of a sudden.” “I’m okay. But there’s something I want to talk to you about.” “Okay, go ahead.” “Well, we’ve been together for a few years now and they have been the best years of my life. I couldn’t have asked for a more loving girlfriend than you. You’ve been with me through thick and thin and I cannot thank you enough for staying by my side. So, I wrote a little song for you and I want you to listen.” He stood up and led you towards the music player. Pressing play, he walked behind you and let you take in the lyrics. The song was beautiful. It explained all of his emotions and feelings towards you and it was so heartfelt. Jaebum had always been someone who sometimes struggled to convey his feelings but had gotten better over the years. This song just told a story and had tears falling from your eyes because it made you feel so happy and loved. When the song faded out, you turned back to Jaebum. “That was beauti-” your words were cut off when you saw Jaebum down on one knee, looking up at you with tears in his eyes. “I love you, (Y/N). So so much. More than words can ever describe. Please do me the honour of marrying me. I’d want nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with you by my side. I want to see the world with you. I want to have children and start a family with you. I want to grow old with you. I want everything this world has to offer but only with you by my side. So, will you marry me?” “Of course I will, Jaebum. I love you so much,” you replied through the happy tears as you knelt down and hugged him tightly. You sat in each other’s embrace for a while before Jaebum moved away to put the gorgeous diamond ring on your finger. “I’m yours, (Y/N). Forever.”
The son of a Thai diplomat, Rirkrit Tiravanija was born in Argentina and grew up in Ethiopia, Thailand, and Canada before moving to the US in 1984, and settling in New York in 1990. In this work, the artist converted a gallery into a kitchen, where he served rice and Thai curry for free. It is a gesture of welcome to friends and strangers alike: visitors do not just look at the art, they become a part of it. Learn about Tiravanija and other immigrant artists: mo.ma/crossingborders.
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Barry had been trying hard not to laugh at how rattled and nervous you seemed as he drove all the way to Joe West’s household. You were looking back at the window, counting each tree that you passed by to calm your nerves, and your knee was frankly bouncing up and down too much.
“Y/N.” He called your attention, placing a gentle hand on your mentioned knee with a smirk on his face. “If you don’t stop doing that, you might actually find yourself flying out of this car.” he teased, in which you rolled your eyes and slapped his hand.
“I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t even notice that I was doing it.” you let out a shaky laugh.
Barry frowned slightly at the way your voice shook, knowing that you were getting nervous once again for what was installed for you tonight.
You were going to spend your Christmas Eve with Barry for the first time, but that wasn’t the reason why your head seemed to be all over the place, but it was because you were also going to spend it with his family as well with Team Flash, as Barry had already confessed that he was indeed the red speedster protecting Central City.
You feel his thumb rub comforting circles on the back of your hand and although you appreciated it so much, you were still goddamn anxious.
“They’re not going to hate you.” he reminded you just as he stopped the engine and parked the car in front of the house.
You sighed, “I hope they won’t.”
“They won’t.” Barry repeated, removing your seatbelts for you. “I’m sure of it. And even if they did, which they wouldn’t, I’d still be with you. We can be like Romeo and Juliet or something.” he teased, making you laugh.
“You should really win a noble prize for doing amazing pep talks, Barry Allen.” you teased back and he grinned, leaning in to give you a swift kiss of assurance.
“I’m serious, though. Don’t worry much. They’re going to absolutely love you.” Barry said before going out of the car to rush towards the other side, opening the door for you like the true gentleman he was.
You smiled at his words, “Thanks, Bare. I needed that.” you kissed his cheek.
The two of you headed to the front door. You were pleased to meet Iris first, since she was the one who answered it for you, and was surprised when she suddenly pulled you in a tight hug when you were just about to extend your hand out.
“It’s good to finally meet you, Y/N!” Iris grinned as she lets you go. “I’ve been looking forward to this night ever since Barry told me you were coming and I must say, the pictures that he showed me doesn’t do you any justice.”
You blushed at her words and Barry silently groaned.
“Okay, Iris, you don’t want to scare her off.” he said which made you shake your head.
“No, it’s fine.” You told him. “Actually, I could say the same to you, Iris. You are far more beautiful than what I imagined you to be.”
Iris smirked, “I like you already, Y/N.” she laughed. “Anyway, come inside, both of you. Dad’s in the kitchen, serving Grandma Esther’s famous eggnog.”
You raised your eyebrows just as Iris gently grabs your wrist, dragging you inside while you look at Barry, watching him shrug and smile.
“Dad!” she called the attention of a familiar looking man you once saw inside the precinct when you visited Barry once. “This is Y/N, she’s Barry’s special girl.”
“Pleasure to meet you, Detective West.” you shook his hand.
Barry abruptly cleared his throat beside you, “You know, Iris, from what I remember, it is supposed to be my job to introduce my girlfriend to the family and not yours.”
You couldn’t help but chuckle because of what he said, feeling a light weight on your shoulders and realizing that it was only his arm.
“Well, you were too slow so I had to take the matter to my own hands.”
“Please, I’m called the fastest man alive for a reason.” Barry bragged.
Joe West sighed and locked his eyes with yours, “Kids. They will always be kids.” he sent you a gentle smile. “Want some eggnog? It’s a famous recipe and you cannot simply leave this place before you try one.”
“Then count me in.” you smiled back.
Just as you were about to grab the cup between his hands, someone beat you to it and immediately place his lips on it to take a sip, causing Joe to quite hardly slap the person’s arm.
“Cisco, that was supposed to be for Y/N.” he scolded.
The boy widened his eyes, “Y/N?” he glanced sideways and saw you. “As in the girl who Barry cannot stop talking about and gush about for the past weeks? That Y/N?”
“Yes, Cisco, thanks for giving me away.” Barry answered for you instead.
You laughed, “Francisco Ramon, I assume?”
“Franchesco as I like to call him.” a middle aged man interrupted you, shaking your hand then. “I’m Harrison Wells 3.0, also known as H.R., also known as the better and handsomest of all the Harrison Wells.” he grinned.
“Nice to meet you, I’m Y/N Y/L/N.” you returned the gesture.
Barry was delighted to see that everybody was welcoming you with open arms. Caitlin had soon walked over and introduced herself along with Julian Albert, whom you already knew because you visited Barry’s lab a lot, and Wally West who was also very happy to meet you. He knew your course when you were back in college had something to do with the track he was pursuing as well, and that made the two of you click almost instantly.
After what seemed like hours of talking with every single one in the room, whether it be about you, about them, about your relationship with Barry, the thought of them ever hating you quickly vanished as the night dawned deeper. You felt ridiculous for ever thinking such thoughts and had the urge to apologize for thinking that way.
The door closed just as the both of you said your goodbyes, walking hand in hand towards the car that has been waiting patiently at the sidewalk.
“Come on, I know you’ve been dying to say it.” You said, stopping at the pavement to talk to him before you got inside the vehicle.
Barry arched an eyebrow, “What are you talking about?” he questioned but it was obvious he did.
“Okay, I might have been overreacting a little bit about what they would think of me. I’m just honestly relieved that they didn’t pull a ‘if you hurt Barry, I’ll hurt you’ kind of talk.” you joked.
“I told you so.” he finally said which made you snort. “And they know you wouldn’t hurt me. You love me too much, right?” he teased, wrapping his arms around your body.
“Wow, someone’s a little too confident.”
“What, is it not true?” he taunted.
You raised your hands up in surrender, “Hey, I neither denied nor confirmed the statement.”
“Ouch.” he touched his chest where his heart was dramatically and the both of you laughed. Barry then grinned and got something from his pocket, “Which reminds me …” he dangled a mistletoe on top of your heads. “You know the drill.”
You chuckled, “If you wanted to kiss me, all you had to do was ask.”
The two of you leaned towards each other and kissed, your hands travelling through his hair while his own squeezed you waist tightly. Before things can get heated of course, you heard Cisco’s shout from the household, you pulling away to look.
“Ha! Told you he would pull that stunt with Y/N. Where’s my money, Caitlin?”
You laughed at what you heard, Barry’s eyes rolling while his cheeks flush and in that moment, you knew this wasn’t going to be the last time you’ll be hearing from Cisco or the rest of Team Flash for that matter.
Al Capone- inventor of milk expiration dates and all around nice fella
Although Al Capone is typically known as a gangster, to many people in his adopted city of Chicago, he was a modern-day Robin Hood.
Capone was the first person to open a soup kitchen to feed the poor during the Depression. At a time of 25 percent unemployment, Capone’s kitchens served three meals a day to ensure that everyone who had lost a job could get a meal. Soon, every city and town had a soup kitchen.
Capone did not only open them, but he would go to the soup kitchens and help serve the meals. These soup kitchens cost Capone thousands of dollars every day to keep running. It is said that Capone had a soft spot for people who were struggling.
It was reported that one of Capone’s family members in Chicago became ill from drinking expired milk. At that time, there were no controls on milk production or expiration.
This drew Capone’s interest to the milk business, and he saw several things: the milk distribution business had a shady character – and Capone was comfortable with shady businesses; he didn’t like to see people, especially children sickened by adulterated milk; he saw a potentially high profit in milk distribution; and with Prohibition soon to end, he had a fleet of trucks that could easily be used to transport milk.
Capone took two steps to move into the milk business. One was to acquire a milk processor, Meadowmoor Dairies. The other was to have the Chicago City Council pass a law requiring a visible date stamped on milk containers.
In 1930s Chicago, before refrigeration and supermarkets, milk was delivered by the milkman, a teamster’s union member. The union controlled the distribution of milk, whose freshness depended on how long the milk sat around until the driver delivered it.
The unions would only deliver local milk. Meadowmoor Dairies wanted to import cheeper milk from Wisconsin, and wanted it delivered by their own nonunion truckers.
With the negotiations at a standstill, Capone’s people reportedly kidnapped the union president and used the $50,000 ransom to purchase the dairy. The dairy was given as a present to Capone’s attorney, William Parrillo. Meadowmoor Dairies opened three months before Capone went to prison.
Molly climbed the stairs to Sherlock’s house
with heavy steps, she knew she should intervene but she really hoped she wouldn’t
stand between him and his plans, she tried to put John and Greg’s in the first
line, even Mycroft couldn’t put a stop to this madness, no one could.
She stopped in front of the door and took a
deep breath before she put a wide smile on her face and entered.
“Hi sweeoOOH” she stopped at the door
steps with wide eyes enable to complete her sentence, John had told her how
Sherlock turned 221B baker street to his own wedding –more like war- room where
he planned their wedding day, but she wasn’t prepare to what she saw.
Sherlock divided the living rooms to sections;
in the walls he put dozens of photos of shades of mint and peach colors with
big Red Cross on some of them, next to them photos of bridemaids dresses and
different suits style with different colors, the floor held over twenty napkins
each one folded differently than the other, the wedding cake topper wasn’t
neglected in this weird meeting as she stopped counting
at number twenty four, she ignored the flowers corners so she wouldn’t lose her
mind over the view of them.
The only missing thing was her fiancé, as she
heard him shouting over the phone in the kitchen.
“The sample you served to us was in one
word a disaster, if you couldn’t balance the taste of strawberry and vanilla in
a small simple sample, how can I trust you to bake our four tier wedding cake,
you sir deserve only one word from me and the word is FIRED” he said the
last word while entering the living room to find Molly standing in the middle
of it, looking to him with wide eyes and opened mouth.
“Hi sweetie” he said casually with a
smile after hanging up the phone, he walked to her and kissed her slightly, the
only reaction she could give him is an awkward grin.
“I see now where you spend all those times,
I thought you were in cases with John” she tried to say casually.
“Oh no! no time for this at all! Too many
decisions to make” he said heading to the colors corner.
“But I’m sure you need to have a break
from all this dull details, why don’t you pick a nice case to cheer you a
little” she walked to him and touched his arm to gain his attention again;
he looked to her and frowned deeply.
“Molly I’m doing this for us, I want you
to have a wedding day that is described with no less than perfect” he gave
her his puppy eye face.
“Sweetie I don’t need a perfect
wedding” she chuckled and held his hand, “I just want to marry you,
for the love of god, I would take you now and run to Gibraltar to get
He looked to her with no emotions in his face
at first, she believed her assuring him she really didn’t care about all these
silly details would put an end to all of this, but suddenly a frowning began to
show on his face and it turned to a childish pout, he pulled his hand out of hers.
“THE HELL WE WILL!” He whined,
“I won’t get married every day! I want a wedding, nope, dismiss that, I NEED A PERFECT WEDDING” He whined even
more, he looked more with each second as a petulant child his mother told him
he couldn’t get his favorite toy.
“Now” he turned again to the corner
of colors “your bridemaids’ dresses color doesn’t match with the flowers on
the cake and we need to solve this dilemma”
Pairing: Castiel x Reader (little sis of the Winchesters)
Request: Can you do a fluffy Cas x reader where the reader is the Winchester’s little sister and the reader help comfort Cas after he falls from heaven? ( @lgbtfangirl )
Warnings: Some fluff here and there :P
A/N: Before we get to it I just wanted to let you guys know that feedback is welcomed, please feel free to send me some. This is my first time doing something like this and I hope you guys like it. -N
Left behind by your big brothers in the bunker while they went on some hunt in Ohio you decided to explore around the bunker, maybe find something interesting. You slipped on some shoes and tied up your hair in a high ponytail. You grabbed your phone and walked out of your room.
You decided to get a drink before wandering around so you headed to the kitchen and served yourself a drink. You had your back towards the door and as you raised the cup to your lips you heard footsteps behind you and you turned around quickly, slightly startled until your gaze stoped at Castiel’s body. You’ve always had a crush or what could be something more towards him.
“Jesus Cas, you almost gave me a freaking heart attack.” You say as you finish your drink and you notice that the angel doesn’t even apologize or smile a little at your exaggerating. You notice he seems to be somewhat downcast.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you Y/N.” He says softly and you walk up to him.
“It’s okay, no harm done. Hey, are you alright? Do you need someone to talk to?” He looks at you as he hesitates but he nods. You lead him over to the library and sit down in a chair next to him and you wait for him to open up, not wanting to push him too much.
“I-I just,” He sighs and he looks down. “I don’t know how much of a help I am now that I can’t even heal wounds. I’m just useless.” You frown slightly and shake your head.
“You are not useless Cas, just being here and helping with everything you can is fine. You’re just as valuable now as you were before, okay?” You reach for his hands and you hold them in yours, gently rubbing the back of them. At your words he looked up at you and his eyes locked on yours. He was feeling that same strange sensation he gets whenever he looks at you when you’re not looking at him. He thought you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
“Thank you Y/N. Just hearing that makes me feel better.” You could’ve sworn you saw a faint blush on his cheeks but he looked away before you could be sure.
“Do you want to go watch some Netflix, maybe Netflix and chill?” He says with a small smile and you giggle softly.
“Do you even know what that usually means?” He shakes his head with a confused expression. You lean in close to him and whisper in his ear what it usually means. His face definitely reddens this time and you laugh. He stutters an apology but you stop him and smile.
“Let’s go Cas.” You hold his hand and lead him over to a couch and turn on the TV. You place a blanket over your legs and offer to share with Cas and he scoots closer to you so he can be covered as well. You both decide to watch a movie and about halfway through you rest your head on his shoulder and he just smiles down at you.
You fell asleep a little while after that and Castiel held your hand and he admired you. He might be feeling low but one things for sure, you will always be the light in the darkness for him and he would never let that light go out no matter what he had to do. He was sure now, he loved you so much he’d die for you in an instant.
“Thank you.” He smiled and he kissed your forehead before closing his eyes and just sit there with you.
How’s he going to tell you? How is he gonna tell Sam and Dean? He didn’t know but he was going to win you over if it was the last thing he ever did.
Hi!! Mi birthday is March 31st! I would love a dribble in the wilderness universe... Maybe dome cute pregnant werewolf sutt?? Thanks!
Wishing you the happiest of birthdays @jobanana7! To help you celebrate in style, the lovely and generous @chele20035 has written this perfect little drabble, just for you! Enjoy
Another Piece of Their Happily Ever After… a Wilderness Drabble
“Oh,” Katniss moans. “Your fingers have to be magic.”
“You say that every time,” Annie chuckles. “You just want me to keep massaging.”
Katniss sighs, “You never should have told me that you were a therapist.”
Her stomach ripples at the sound of their voices. Katniss scratches where what could only be an elbow, or maybe a foot is poking out while Annie offers, “You were the one who was asking the questions for your new book. I can’t help it if my wolf won’t let me lie to my Alpha.”
Katniss looks up at her friend. “I’m not your alpha.”