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Moving day! (17)

Summary: Y/n spends the next week searching for a new house, and when she thinks luck has run out, something odd happens. Driving hybrids, polite agents, giant IKEA, being crushed by a falling mattress covered in plastic… who knew moving houses was so difficult.

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I sighed as I slowed the car down before the red light, taking a moment to rest my head in my hands, hoping to ease the stress that had been bubbling up inside me. It had been almost 2 weeks since we temporarily moved into Jisoo’s house, and we still weren't having any luck finding a new place. I was on my way back to the cafe from a viewing that I went to alone. That house definitely wouldn't work. I thought to myself, the photos were deceiving to what it actually was like, and the agent was really rude the whole time, rather than showing me around the house she kept taking photos in front of it, posing.

Rolling my eyes at how annoying the agent was, I grunted at the idea of another house being crossed out from the list. Let's just hope the next one is better. I tried to think positively about the next house as I started driving again. I was heading to the cafe to pick up Namjoon and Yoongi since it was their turn to come to one of the viewings and honestly this next house looked perfect, but I couldn't help the small voice in the back of my head that was whispering negative thoughts and making me doubt our chances with this house.

I pulled up in front of the cafe and made my way inside, I saw a few of our regulars and I gave them a welcoming smile as I made my way into the kitchen walking past Hobi and Jimin who were manning the register. I opened the door to see Jin and Yoongi cooking whilst Namjoon was taking drinks out from the cooler. I giggled as the sight of bright green caught my eye from the tape of the floor, the lines Namjoon and Taehyung weren't allowed to cross.

“Is it time?” Yoongi asked as he was the first to notice me. I nodded my head as I walked over and sat down on a stool while I waited for them to get ready to go. I watched as Yoongi untied his apron and lifted it over his head, making sure not to get it caught on his ears. He folded the apron neatly before telling Jin when to take the food out of the oven, to which the older man nodded. “How was the house you just saw?”

“Not great if I'm being honest.” I sighed before jumping off the small stool, I walked over to the plate of freshly baked almond croissants, I haven't eaten yet today, and I was starving. “It would have never worked, and I didn't like the agent lady.”

I heard Yoongi hum at my response from behind me. I quickly reached out and grabbed one of the delicious-looking croissants and stuffed one end into my mouth. I turned around and asked them if they were ready to go, but what was supposed to be a question came out as an incomprehensible mumble due to the pastry that was blocking my words. I watched as Yoongi gave me a gummy smile as he laughed and nodded his head, Namjoon walked over to us too with a smile on his face.

We walked through the cafe and out the front, saying goodbye to the others on our way past them. As we made our way outside Yoongi gestured for me to throw him the keys, which I gladly did. I was happy to take a break from driving. We all got strapped in the car and I gave Yoongi the directions and we set off to the next viewing.

I happily munched on my late lunch as I watched yoongi drive. I liked watching him drive, I couldn't explain why, but I couldn't drag my eyes away. I noticed that I had been caught by how he started smiling and glanced away from me and out his window. I blushed as I readjusted myself to sit up straight and look out my window. Large trees lined the road, the canopy almost fully covering over us, just allowing small patches of light to seep through the branches and their leaves.

The area looked serene and quiet, occasionally we’d pass a small turn, but our map said to keep going.

“The next left.” I said to yoongi as I looked at the GPS map on my phone that I had punched the address of the house into. Reaching the right turn we made our way down the very long, skinny driveway until the trees pulled back and opened into a field, and in the centre was a rather large wooden house, it had small garden beds in the front of the porch, but they had no plants in them, indicating that the place had been vacant for a while.

“Woah.” I whispered as the full house came into view, my mouth opened in shock, it looked amazing, better than the photos, it had 3 levels, the top being more of a covered seating area, it had a full wrap around porch outside and multiple stairs to get up to it.

The gravel crushed under the car wheels as Yoongi pulled off to the side to park the car. The 3 of us made our way over to the front of the house where there was an agent waiting with the keys and another handful of people who were also interested in the house.

The lady welcomed us all before unlocking the doors, allowing us to roam around on our own. The bottom level had the living room, laundry, kitchen, all the basic things and the second level had all the bedrooms. The kitchen was gorgeous, and I couldn't help but think of how much Jin would love it. There were two large common areas downstairs too.

My mouth was open for most of our self-guided tour, everything was so amazing and checked all of our boxes. I bounced around on the balls of my feet as I couldn't contain my excitement, Namjoon and Yoongi followed behind me. I could hear them chuckling at me and mumbling to each other, trying to remember everything so they could tell the others when we got back.

Making our way upstairs to the bedrooms the first one we walked into was the largest according to the map on the website.

“This would be your room.” I said to both of them we had a quick look around, it could definitely fit a large enough bed for them all. The next 3 rooms were all the same size, the ones that I had suggested would be used so the boys could have their own areas for hobbies and such. The last room was at the end of the hallway, and it was away from the others for a bit. We walked in and had a look around, it was the only room with its own bathroom. It wasn't as big as the first room, but it was bigger than the other 3. “And this would be my room.”

We kept looking around and everything seemed perfect. The backyard was large and even included a section of the woods surrounding the house. It had more garden beds on the side, presumably for veggies and similar things. I let the boys go and have their own look around while I leaned on the railing of the porch.

“This house is beautiful, right?” I looked to my side to see the agent lady lean down beside me, I smiled at her and relaxed in the informal atmosphere that she brought with her. She had long brown hair that was tied in a loose but professional bun at the back of her head, she looked over to me, her eyes were brown, and she wore pink lipstick. She was really pretty and oddly familiar. “My name’s Irene by the way.”

I stuck my hand out to shake hers as she introduced herself to me. “Hi, I’m Y/n.” I saw her eyes widen slightly at my introduction.

“Y/n?”

I nodded, I smiled as I looked back out into the yard. “It’s a very beautiful house, everything we were looking for actually.”

“Oh? Have you been looking for long?” She asked curiously.

“Just over a week, but we haven't had any luck yet.” I explained to her as I sat up to face her politely. “We’re staying with a friend for now, but we really need to find somewhere.”

She hummed at what I said before speaking. “Is it just the 3 of you?”

“Uhh- no. There’s 5 more of us. Hence why we need a big house.” I chuckled. We kept talking for a bit as we sat down on one of the seats, a few other people came up to her to ask some questions and a few people let her know that they weren't interested and headed out, but she didn't seem to mind.

Eventually the boys came back to me, and we were the last group to leave the house. I watched as Irene locked up and made her way down the stairs to stand near us. “Did you like the house?” She asked politely.

“Yep, it checked all of our boxes, I can't wait to tell the others about it.” I exclaimed as we began walking back to the cars.

“That's great! Well, I'll be sure to keep a look out for your application.” She grinned before winking my way, I still couldn't shake why she looked so familiar, she's probably just in a lot of ads or something. I nodded my head and laughed as we went our separate ways. The whole ride back to the cafe was just us discussing the house, what we liked, what we didn’t, whether or not the others would've liked it and if I should make an offer for it.

I was laying on the couch, my head propped up on Hoseok’s lap as Taehyung laid on my stomach with his body between my legs. We were all watching a movie in the living room. I don't remember what it was called, but I was constantly confused by how many things went unexplained. I moved my hands up to rest over my chest, the fabric being loose meant that I didn't have to worry about being tangled up in it. It was Seokjin’s jumper, or at least I think it was, I don't remember. The boys kept giving me their jumpers and jackets. I wasn't sure why, but I wasn't going to complain since they kept me warmer than my own jumpers and it reminded me of them.

The jumper was big on me which meant that I could snuggle my face into it, the scent of vanilla and cherry had ingrained itself into my nose as I breathed around the oversized jumper. I could barely keep my eyes open as I kept skipping bits of the movie accidentally. The main character was annoying and so was his love interest, but the others seemed to enjoy it.

I felt my phone vibrate in the pocket on the jumper under Taehyung's head. He lifted his head up slightly so I could reach into my pocket and grab the device. I mumbled a quiet ‘thanks’ before raising the phone up to my face. The light shone into my eyes making me squint, but after a few seconds they adjusted and I was able to see, as I read my top notification my eyes widened at what it was.

I gasped loudly as I sat up straight, I stared down at my phone rereading the notification, I heard a grunt as I realised that I had disturbed the big cat hybrid, he shuffled down more, his feet kicking into Yoongi as he moved his head to rest on my thigh instead. “Sorry.” I mumbled quietly as I reached one hand to pet his ears and play with his hair. I smiled at him before moving my gaze back to my phone.

I opened up my email app so I could properly read the whole thing, my face lit up as I kept reading until the end. “Guys, I got the house.” I exclaimed as I quickly reread the email from the company again making sure I hadn't misread it.

“What? No way. It's only been a day.” Hobi said from behind me, to which I passed him the phone so he could also read the email. “You got the house?”

“We got the house!” I cheered as everyone joined in excitedly. “Irene must have said something.”

“Wouldn't that be weird, you only met her that day, right?” Namjoon asked from across the room. I thought about what he said. He was right, I had only met Irene that day and we didn't know each other that well, why would she do this? I wondered in my head, it wasn't like we knew each other or anything, just our conversation while we were at that house.

“Maybe she thought I was pretty?” I half joked with the boys, I was genuinely clueless as to why she might have put in a good word, maybe she didn't, maybe we were just lucky. The boys laughed at my statement as we all sat in the living room practically bouncing with excitement. Everyone was so happy that we were able to find a place and it made my heart swell as I watched them all talk about it, knowing that I had done well.

We discussed when to start packing up and when we would get everything moved in, we drew up another small basic map of the house and the boys started deciding who would share which rooms, some decisions were left up to a game of scissors, paper, rock, there was a lot of yelling.

Eventually, after deciding who was sharing which room, we all decided to think of a collective theme for the main area of the house and what types of furniture we would need. The house came with a few pieces of furniture, but we would have to buy a lot of our own and since Jisoo didn't have any room, I had to get rid of my old furniture. Which meant a trip to a furniture store to get everything.

I looked up at the big neon sign that was now slightly distorted from how close I was underneath it. The small trees and bushes outside were a vibrant shade of yellow and orange, which unfortunately did not match the building too well, but that didn't matter. The cold wind was strong today, and I tried to dig my hands further into my pockets to stop the cold from freezing them solid.

We all quickly made our way inside the giant store to get out of the cold weather, it wasn't even winter yet. I grumbled at how much I hated the cold weather, before remembering how beautiful it can be at the same time. The ground is covered in a white layer of soft snow, icicles hanging from trees, and intricate little snowflakes landing on your nose. I loved winter.

I was grateful when we got inside to realise that the store did crank their air conditioning all the way up like some places did. I sighed and took my hand out of the pocket of my puffy jacket that was laid on top of a jumper that was not mine, I rubbed my hands together quickly before taking a few steps further into the store. It was quiet and empty, not a lot of customers, not a lot of employees, the background music was low, and I could hear the rustle of leaves against some of the windows.

I saw an employee make his way over to us and ask his typical questions, but I let him know that I had it covered and then he went back to his seat behind the weirdly tall counter.

“Okay, game plan.” I said, turning around to face the troops and clapping my hands together. “What’s the game plan?”

“We should split up.”

“But what if we all choose different things? I’ve got the list.”

“Well, how about we stick together until we get most of the stuff, then we can split up and get the rest of it?” Jimin suggested. It was a reasonable idea, and for that reason, we chose to ignore it.

Everyone had ended up splitting and spreading out around the store, Namjoon had the list, and both me and Yoongi knew most of it off the top of our heads since we were the ones who made said list. I had gravitated over towards the bedroom section where I began to choose a bed from myself before someone walked around the corner.

“Oh? Hey, Y/n.” Taehyung said nonchalantly as he walked around the corner with Jungkook hot on his tail, I smiled at the 2 as I walked a few feet over to them. “Are you looking for a bed too?”

I nodded back at him as I spoke about one that had caught my eye earlier, but I wasn't dead set on anything. We continued to wander around for a bit, they both seemed to know what they were looking for, so I just tagged along behind them. Eventually we came to a wall and sat down in the corner of the room. It was the largest bed I'd ever seen, it would've fit at least 7 people, maybe even 9.

I watched as Taehyung and Jungkook raced for the bed before jumping onto it and laying down. I laughed at them as I ran to join them, the bed was soft and plush, and I basically sunk into it. I gasped at how great of a bed it was before I sat up onto my knees, making sure not to put my shoes on the display bed.

“This bed is humongous!” And it’s so soft too.” I exclaimed before flopping to the centre on my stomach, I could have fallen asleep right then and there. “I didn't even know they made beds this big.”

“They used to have a few of these back at the shelter.” Taehyung just so casually said before he rolled off the bed. Shelter? I thought to myself.

“The shelter?” I asked whilst trying to haul myself up off the almost too soft bed.

“Uhh-yeah. The one that me and Jungkook were at.” Taehyung spoke, almost like he was trying to correct a mistake. I didn't want to push as I noticed the 2 men become quieter, so I put the thought and my questions aside and walked over to the sign with the information for the bed. I scribbled the exact name down before leading the boys back to the normal beds so I could choose one.

“It’s perfect!” I exclaimed as I got off the 27th bed I'd tried. It had a white bed head that had small shelves in it, and intricate designs, the base had underneath storage and the mattress was amazing. “Welp, that’s the beds checked off the list, where to next?”

Eventually we found ourselves in the living room area of the shop, where we quickly ran into Yoongi, Jimin, and Hoseok, eliminating the couches they had already looked at, and we started walking down the isles searching. The boys made a point to try every single couch we passed and put on posh accents whilst they spoke about each couch. Yoongi and I stood to the side as we watched them play, discussing the different couches we saw and laughing at the others.

Soon enough we found the perfect couch, there were enough seats for everyone plus some, it was crazy comfortable and was a dark grey in colour. After adding it on to the list we figured, no, we hoped that Namjoon and Jin would have the other major items covered.

Safe to say that our shopping trip went smoothly, for the most part. Hobi got lost in the bookshelves, Namjoon broke a display lamp, Taehyung and Jungkook almost got us kicked out, and when we left, we accidentally picked up a random stranger thinking it was Yoongi, who was sleeping in the beds. We didn't realise until we were leaving the parking lot.

Today was going to be long… and stressful. I thought to myself as I looked back at the full car from the rearview mirror, but I couldn't help the smile on my face. The keys jingled in my hand as I looked down at them, a few plain silver keys. I made a mental note to get a few more sets cut for the boys and to buy us all different keychains, I grinned as I thought of some ideas.

I hesitated before twisting the key in the door, but finally it was unlocked, and I pushed the door open and walked into our new home. It had an old wood smell to it, it was comforting, but I couldn't wait until it smelled like home. We didn't have much time to gawk at the house as pretty soon the furniture trucks showed up and the workers started unloading things and we all had to move them to the right areas.

“Oh! That one goes over there!” I yelled out whilst pointing over to the kitchen, the worker nodded and started moving the box that way whilst I held back onto the large mattress in front of me and began pushing it again. The mattress was heavy, but I was able to make it to the foot of the stairs. I sighed out annoyed before a light shone down for the heavens, my saviour.

“Here Y/n.” Hobi said as he reached for the other end of the rectangle, I thanked him and smiled up the stairs towards him. With our teamwork we were able to get the mattress onto the stairs, he pulled, and I pushed as we worked our way up. We were about halfway up before disaster struck.

“Y/n?” I heard Namjoon call out from somewhere below me. I turned towards him and hummed out, hoping he would find me from my sound. “Oh, there you are.”

Namjoon smiled at me, his dimples showing which completely pulled my guard down. He gestured towards something that he was holding, like he wanted me to take a look. I walked down the stairs, completely forgetting about Hobi and the big mattress that was still halfway up the stairs.

I looked down at what he was holding as we both questioned the weird item that he had found, it was some statue. A chicken statue. The chicken looked like it was originally white, but it had years of dirt caked onto it, it had a brown, copper base with different carvings on it. It was a weird little thing, but it was also kind of cute. Absorbed by the small statue, I didn't hear Hoseok’s cries for help.

“Y/n? Y/n? Hello?”

“Y/n!”

“Y/N!”

I heard the banging as I turned back towards the stairs. I didn't have time to react as the mattress came tumbling down the stairs and towards me. It knocked me out, taking me down with it, just barely missing Namjoon who had stood next to me. Now he stood, confused, as he looked down at the mattress that laid flat on the floor, with me underneath it.

“Y/n!”

I grunted out as the light came back into my vision and I could breathe without inhaling the weird smell of plastic. I let my lungs fill with the fresh cool air as I tried to sit up, feeling two hands pushing my back and helping me. I could see the panic on their faces as they both looked down at me from their crouched positions next to me.

I laughed out as I shuffled slightly so I could sit more comfortably, I crossed my legs and held a hand to my chest as I caught my breath. I assured them both that I was okay, but when I went to pick the bed up again, they beat me to it. They both moved the bed upstairs and into my new room with me guiding them.

“We can just put it here for now.” I pointed over at the wall adjacent to my bathroom. “I haven't exactly decided how I’m going to set it up yet.”

I spent a few more seconds glazing around the room as I thought of different ways to decorate and move my furniture to fit the space, but I quickly dismissed the thoughts as we all headed back downstairs to help the others with the last of our boxes.

I flopped back onto our new couch, which was slightly harder than I'd like, but it was brand new. I sighed out loud as I lifted an arm over my head, resting my forearm across my forehead as I looked up. I felt the couch shift and dip slightly several more times, accompanied by several signs that fell in time.

“Who knew we'd need so many chairs.” I heard Taehyung whining from somewhere on the couch. I sat up and laughed slightly as I shook my head. I had a bit of a headache from all the pushing and pulling, my arms and legs felt like jelly, and my stomach felt as though it had been carved out with a spoon, but it was worth it.

I looked around me, the living room and kitchen were the only places that had been completely unpacked and decorated, most of the other rooms were still a bit bare and had brown cardboard boxes littered in them. The coffee table that sat in the middle had a small vase on it with some fresh flowers I made sure to pick up this morning, and it had a stack of coasters next to it and a small trinket dish.

This was the larger of the two open areas and so we decided to buy a tv for this room, I looked over to my left. The large black screen stood out against the wood texture of the walls. There were 2 large plants positioned either side of it, another trinket dish sat in front of it, underneath it was filled with a few movies and games along with organised cables and docks.

I smiled as I looked at the room that we had come together to create, I looked at the boys as they all took up different places on the couch, I couldn't help the smiling that spread of my face, or the burning that started as a spark in my heart before spreading to the rest of my chest. It hurt, but I could tell it was a good thing and so I embraced it as I sat and watched the boys. My boys

“Do you think we could plant flowers out the back?” Namjoon asked while looking over to me, I nodded my head before responding.

“Yeah! Flowers and maybe some vegetables too. We could set up an outside area too, with tables and chairs.” I exclaimed excitedly. We all continued to discuss random things about the house and what we could do with it, the boys even played a game of scissors, paper, rock to see who would share rooms.

The doorbell ringing was a pleasant distraction from our conversation, we all knew exactly what it was. We all got up and while me and Jimin headed to the door the others headed into the kitchen. I opened the door and smiled kindly at the delivery boy. I thanked him as I took the bags of food from him and handed a few over to Jimin to carry.

When we both got back to the lounge room the others had already bought us our own cutlery and bowls to eat from. The bags seemed to instantly get torn apart as I put them on the table. Within seconds I could hear the sounds of plastic lids being popped off containers and chattering as I took my seat between Jimin and Jin. The surface of the coffee table was now full of different takeaway containers that had various foods in them, my mouth watered at how good some of it looked.

“Let's dig in.”

I picked up some japchae and moved it over to my bowl, but before it fell down another pair of chopsticks stole it from me. I looked up to spot Jungkook grinning cheekily at me as he plopped my japchae into his bowl, I pouted at him and turned the other way, pulling the takeaway container closer to me to hopefully stop any future attacks on my food.

Finally, I was safely able to transport the food into my own bowl, I put the container back down before shuffling back into the couch and crossing my legs as I dug into the food. It was great, not too strong, a perfect balance of vegetables and noodles, I hummed out in joy, and I kept enjoying my food.

My attention was drawn away and a pair of chopsticks floated in front of me, dark, sticky noodles wrapped around them. I followed them over to Jin who looked at me kindly. He gestured for me to open my mouth, so I quickly swallowed the food in my mouth before opening it. Jin pushed the noodles into my mouth and I closed it so he could take the chopsticks out, I chewed for a bit before my face lit up as I faced him and nodded my head fastly, not being able to speak, I gave him a thumbs up and watched as he giggled lightly while looking at my full cheeks.

I finished my noodles and hesitantly looked over to Jin's bowl, I looked back up at him and he gave me an approving smile and I quickly dug my utensils into his bowl and took out some more of the noodles with the dark sauce on them. I chewed on them happily and I sat up straight and looked around. I was swaying side to side lightly in my position, a side affected by good food.

Jimin leaned over to me and pinched some of the food from my bowl, I looked over to him and he chewed on it, his cheeks puffed out full of the food and his lips pursed tightly as he chewed. He seemed to be thinking about the food before he swallowed and gave me a bright smile, his eyes creasing until I could no longer see them.

I took that as him enjoying the food and I smiled back at him before I looked in his bowl, he had some kimchi in his. I looked across from us on the other couch, Hobi and Yoongi sat close to each other, Hobi had his legs on the couch, perched up near his chest. They seemed deep in conversation and passed the food between each other, sharing. I smiled at the both of them as I looked over to the two youngest pack members and Namjoon, who were all watching the tv intensely, completely focused on what every movie they had out of.

Jungkook sat in the middle, him and Namjoon eating from the same bowl that seemed to have more noodles in it, Taehyung had his own bowl with various foods in it, but no kimchi. I unfortunately wasn't able to order a less spicy one for him and myself, but that was fine because we had a lot of other options.

Jin put another mouthful of noodles in front of me which I gladly accepted as I smiled happily, still slightly swaying side to side, but the boys didn't seem to mind it. The night continued on as we all sat together in the lounge while we ate our first dinner in our new house. At some point I had given up on getting my own food as Jin seemed pretty content with giving me food from his bowl, and honestly, I didn't mind.

The sky became deep dark with small specks of sparkling stars, silent except for the rustle of leaves and the happy chirping of the crickets, the sky was clear, and the air felt fresh. I said goodnight to the boys as I retired into my own room, I looked around the empty box. I hadn't finished unpacking, my mattress was laid on the floor with a few blankets and pillows and a small lamp beside it.

The covers felt foreign to my skin as I pushed my bare legs under them, the bottom of my shorts riding up ever so slightly. I punched the pillows until it was soft enough and I laid my head to rest on top of it. I nuzzled further into it and wriggled my body trying to get used to it. I reached out and shut off the small lamp, enclosing the room in a blanket of darkness with only the low glow of the moonshine peering through the curtainless windows.

I sighed out as I tried to put my mind to rest, I tried counting sheep, mathematical equations, making up silly stories, but I couldn't bring myself to sleep despite the tiredness that embedded itself into my bones. I opened my eyes again and grounded as I turned the small lamp on again, a warm glow now accompanying the moonlight. I sat up before flopping back down again, moving my position slightly so I was now laying on my back. I started up at the empty ceiling.

I looked side to side as I wondered why I couldn't sleep. A weird feeling had entered my chest since I came in here and it felt heavy. Emptiness. The room felt empty, a large room with nothing to fill it, loneliness. It wasn't a feeling that I was fond of, it was the type of feeling that would haunt me at night and allow my greatest fears to invade my mind and destroy me.

And for that reason, I had to get up.

I sat up abruptly and with a bounce in my step I hopped over to my door and switched the light switch before turning around to face my room. I had all my boxes labelled and separated into different groups in different areas of my room. I thought this feeling was coming from my unusually empty room, so I started to unpack my things. I popped in my earphones before I got started, pressing play on my playlist.

First, I put together my bed frame. I must have moved it 13 times before deciding on a location. I covered it in my sheets and blankets and topped it off with my pillows in a fancy way. I unboxed all of my clothes and started organising them into my closet. Next was the bathroom, shampoo, conditioner, towels, soap, everything I needed. Then came my desk, my drawers, a few posters, a carpet, I hung up some cute fairy lights too, accompanied by some fake vines and flowers, and a few real plants around the room too. Until eventually I had spent the early morning unpacking. The sun shining into my room made it look beautiful, but I was too tired to realise.

A/n: New chapter! A little late (I’m posting this as I eat my sushi 🍣) but I hope it’s worth it. The furniture store is suppposed to be an IKEA, but like, I’ve never been to one so idk what they are like. Anyways, I hope everyone is doing well, thank you all so much for 800 followers! (Wtaf??? 😭 ilysm !! 🫶💜). It’s kinda weird how quickly Y/n and the boys got their house, right?

Wonder why that is… 🤔

Oh well! 🤭 Hope everyone has a great day or night, and a lovely weekend! Thank you all so much for reading! 💜💜💜

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avaantares · 3 months ago

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Guardian Bonus Bingo: Answer

Okay, I'm going to have to cheat a little on this. I do have an absolutely IDEAL scene for the @guardianbingo "Answer" fill, one that contains the exchange

"Does that answer your question, [name redacted]?"

"If I say no, will you repeat the answer?"

...but I realized I can't post it as a fill because it's the penultimate scene in the (very long) story I'm (hopefully) about to start posting, and as such it would be a spoiler. And since there are a few dozen chapters ahead of it -- most of which I still need to finish editing, and definitely won't have ready before the end of the amnesty period -- I can't just post the rest of the story early to fill the prompt. >.<

So since that can't go live just yet, and I doubt that two lines of dialogue out of context constitutes a bingo fill, I'm going to tackle a question that probably has no definitive answer (see what I did there?). It's one that has mystified me every time I've rewatched this series, and which (conveniently) I was prompted to ask again while pulling gifs from episode 3 for my last bingo fill. The question is:

"Why Do We Even HAVE That Library?"

(If you read that in Izma's voice, you get it.)

The SID has a library. We see it several times throughout the series. But we aren't sure why it has a library, because Zhu Hong straight up states that it's not functional:

...And looking at the books, it's clear that the SID library really is the collection of all time. What's the theme? By what criteria are books selected for inclusion? How are the books catalogued? Why are half of them upside-down on the shelves? Why are there a dozen duplicate copies of several titles? WHO KNOWS?

(Well, probably Sang Zan, eventually. But he's not here yet.)

To probe this mystery, I decided to zoom in and see what I could make of the books. And lo and behold, some of the books have legible titles!

Bottom shelf, left to right:

BLOOD RITE Dominique (not sure if that's an author or a subtitle)

CLASSICAL NOVEL (very original title, that)

Arletta (the Comic Sans nightmare that appears all over the place in various cover colors)

(indecipherable; I think it's both in Chinese and upside-down on the shelf, but it's out of focus)

the statue of liberty (style preserved)

LUXURY HOTELS

Read It Yourself With (last word cut off)

CENTURY

BLOODY HARVEST: The Killing of Falun Gong for Their Organs (I am actually surprised by this one; I had assumed this book was banned by the CCP, but there are multiple copies here)

CENTURY (upside-down this time!)

THE CATCHER IN THE (presumably RYE)

Next shelf:

The People's Lawyer

Unicist Organizational Cybernetics

JUSTICE OF THE PEACE (volume numbers obscured by Zhu Hong's hand; it's the book she's taking down)

Something with an approximation of the American flag and a bunch of languages on the spine

untitled

BLOOD RITE Dominique (same book as lower shelf)

OUYE Sofa + Furniture (this one's repeated all over the shelves, along with CENTURY and Arletta)

Basics of Modern Economic Management (translated title)

Corporate Finance (translated title)

the 10Ks of Personal Branding

GLOWIENKA

GLOWIENKA (but upside-down)

In addition to many duplicates of these books on other shelves, other titles visible on the wide angle pans include:

Anne of Green Gables (good to know this classic also exists on Haixing)

The American Journal of Medicine (we already suspected America existed on Haixing, given the flag stool in ZYL's apartment)

Imperial Crown

Charles Darwin: The Descent of Man (parallel evolution on Haixing? *rimshot*)

The Hotel Book

None of these titles seem particularly relevant to the SID's function -- except, perhaps, for the Justice of the Peace regulations, which Zhu Hong was actually looking for -- which makes me think there must either be a secret code of some kind, or the SID once raided an IKEA OUYE and took all their prop display books into evidence, and then someone at the SID later saw all the books and assumed it was a reference library.

A lot of the titles in this scene aren't really clear, but when I have time to pull up later episodes that have scenes dealing with the library specifically (Zhao Xinci visiting, et al.), it might be fun to grab some frames, enhance with the magic of Photoshop, and put them on my 4K display to see if I can find other interesting titles.

Also, I don't have time to go looking just now, but I'd bet the books in the library are duplicates of the ones in Shen Wei's apartment, which I seem to remember being pretty random. They recycled so much of the set dressing, I can't imagine there would be more than one collection of weird shelf-fill.

Zhao Yunlan's tastes, on the other hand, are a bit narrower. The most prominently-displayed book in his apartment is just titled Furniture.

#guardian #zhen hun #Guardian Bonus Bingo #The SID library

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hometoursandotherstuff · 2 years ago

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Jaana and Jarko's townhouse in Finland is a happy mix of pastel shades and flea market finds. It’s just so pretty, too.

The iron bed in the living room is a find and, according to the seller, was once a hospital bed.

The very pretty wallpaper goes perfectly with the decor.

"The style of our home has long been romantic and rich," said Jaana.

They bought the black cabinet from Ikea. The pompoms are made from tissue paper and Jaana found the clock at a flea market.

"We were at my aunt's house for a summer visit when I got the upper part of the hostess's closet. The cabinet was abandoned on the wall of the garage and slightly covered in oil after serving as a tool cabinet,” says Jaana.

Already 12 alarm clocks have accumulated in their home from flea markets. The shelf was purchased from Ikea.

The iron bed in the kitchen came on a sleigh during the war. The table is from a carpenter, the stool was made by Jaana in a woodworking course.

"My color palette includes warm, muted and pastel tones. Bright colors are not my thing," said Jaana.

Among Jaana's favorite pieces of furniture is a chest of drawers from her mother's home. The glass jar was purchased from a flea market. The mirror and basket are from Ikea.

"Decoration is a hobby for me. The best part of our home is that it's easy to modify the interior," she said.

The poster is from the flea market, and the canopy was purposely placed in the corner.

Jaana keeps her furniture refinishing supplies neatly in pretty boxes.

The small and well-maintained garden has two sitting areas. The couple refreshed the garden furniture with white paint.

https://www.meillakotona.fi/artikkelit/mummolaromanttinen-rivitalokoti

#flea market decor #vintage decor #thrifted decor #long post

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a-whispering-echo · 1 year ago

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I lost my brother - In Ikea

This is a short fanfic, a little taste of what goes down on my AO3

CW - delusions, talk of murder, implications of fratricide, implications of ghosts

Word count : 703

" I swear to god, if Killer breaks another goddamn table, I will defenestrate him."

"Fancy word...What does it mean?"

"You don't wanna know," Cross muttered, as he strode forward, Horror trotting on his heels behind him.

Aisle after aisle they walked down the twisting maze of Ikea, looking for a piece of furniture that their roommate wouldn't destroy until they reached the second with those bedroom displays that someone was always lying on.

Turning the corner their eyes caught on another figure, a skeleton, like them, bright red eye lights darting around the room in desperation as he paced down the same display. He looked like he was looking for something. Deep lines of worry etched across his face; he seemed lost and overwhelmed, the hood of his jacket pulled up and covered in a thin layer of grime.

Glancing at each other for a moment, Cross and Horror decided to approach the man,

"Excuse me, sir," Cross said tentatively. "Are you looking for something specific?"

Dust turned to face them, his expression filled with stupor. "Yes," he replied. "I'm looking for my brother. He's always had a habit of wandering off, but I can't seem to find him anywhere."

Horror and Cross exchanged glances once again, something just seemed wrong "What does your brother look like?" Cross asked cautiously.

He started to describe another skeleton, tall, with a long face and pronounced cheekbones, always wearing a scarf and a smile.

Soul skipping a beat, Horror realised who he was talking about, but hoping that he was wrong he asked, "Named Papyrus?"

Papyrus.

That was a name they had heard before - On the back of an old newspaper article.

The man had been found stabbed to death, clutching a piece of paper, with the words 'I'm sorry' scribbled in chicken scratch, his body left to dust on the corner of a shop in the rough part of the neighbourhood. No one had ever found his killer. This was around three years ago.

Deciding to play along, Horror continued, "We haven't seen him, but we could...help you look for him?" His voice heavy with concern.

They followed Dust through the maze of furniture, their footsteps echoing in the otherwise quiet store; for hours, they roamed through the maze of rooms, searching for any trace of the deceased brother, but, obviously, to no avail. Dust clung to every word they spoke, his sockets full of distress, until finally, he sighed, sitting down on one of the display stools.

"I just...I don't understand...He was here only a few hours ago. Where did he go?" He muttered, skull resting in his hands, body dragged down in a slump by sorrow. They didn't know what to do; there wasn't anything they could do, but they were reluctant to leave him here in such a state of heavy delusion.

What had happened to Dust that made him believe his long-dead brother was still alive?

Ready to console Dust with empty words, Cross reached forward but was interrupted by a quiet whisper, the words echoing around the cramped faux room, "Over here."

Dust perked up almost instantly, briskly walking over to a new room, the others jogging to keep up.

The whispers grew louder and louder the closer they got to wherever Dust was taking them, the quiet whispers mutating into desperate cries and pleas for help, until they reached an old wardrobe, where the sounds stopped instantly.

Opening the doors, Horror and Cross found papers littering the bottom, clearly torn out from a journal, of which was sitting below it all.

The book was filled with almost illegible words, scratched over every bit of the paper that its author could reach. What they could read was terrifying.

IM SORRY, IM SORRY, IM SORRY, I DIDN'T MEAN TO, PLEASE COME BACK

It was written in the same handwriting as the note clutched in Papyrus' hand.

Turning fearfully, they looked at Dust, who was just standing there, looking at them, his face completely expressionless, before the ends picked up in a small smile, and he turned his head to the side.

Thank you." He whispered, before walking away from the warren labyrinth of the Ikea store aisles.

#undertale au #undertale #dust sans #dusttale #dusttale sans #cross!sans #xtale cross #cross sans #horror!sans #horror sans #horrortale sans #horrortale #fanfic #fanfiction

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mutantenfisch · 2 years ago

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Speaking of crochet. I'm currently making a cover for my cube stool (whatever you call this little white guy mum got at ikea years ago and gave to me recently) in which I am trying 5 different granny square patterns. Square 1 is almost done. 4 more rounds to go. It currently looks like this:

The pattern is Oriental Star by Christine Bateman from ravelry

#mutantenfisch crochets #arts and crafts #crochet #crocheting #granny square

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the-fiction-witch · 2 years ago

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Meeting P2

Media Irl

Character Thomas Brodie Sangster

Couple Thomas X Reader

Rating Cute af

Concept Ultrasound

So we got up and I carried her bag for her as we went through the various corridors and doors. Luckily we were somewhat familiar given she is heavily pregnant. We've been around here before, plus this is our doctors and we do end up here a lot.

After a while we found the little room and her doctor she went over a few things how the diet was going of she's been having pains all the usual bits and bobs

"Excellent, right you ready for your ultrasound?"

"Yes!"

"And you want me to show you this time?"

"Yes please, we wanted to keep it all a secret till now" I smiled holding y/n's hand

"Wonderful let's get too it then" she smiled leading us across the hall to the ultrasound room the doctor sat on a little hospital stool beside the computer and y/n got set up to sort of half lay and half sit up on his bed chair sort of similar to the dentist and I got myself a little stool on wheels too so I could sit beside her leant on her bed and hold her hand "oh, do excuse me out of gel" she says heading out the room a moment

"You okay?' I asked

"Fine. Just nervous"

"It's going to be fine" I told her giving her hand a kiss soon enough the doctor returned with a new bottle of the blue gel they pulled down her leggings and pulled up her dress to expose her belly covering it with the gel and setting the little reader on I admit I got a little nervous too as we waited watching her watch the screen

"Do we want to know the sex or no?"

"Yes please" y/n smiled

"Any ideas on any names yet?" She asks clearly doing a lot of pictures and things in the computer all the actual medical stuff

"You said you liked Luke for a boy, because your a nerd"

"I am a nerd that's true. But I like Luke it's a nice name"

"Umm and we like melody for a girl, or Alice"

"Lovely, well then here is little melody" she smiled turning the screen around and that was it, there she was, the black screen with the half circle line and inside the scan there she was this little baby laid so comfortably with her feet tucked up close to her chest

"Awwww she has such little hands" y/n cooed squeezing my hand hard but I squeezed back hard too getting all teary eyed

"She is absolutely perfect. Exactly as she should be"

"She's so perfect" I smiled

"Are you crying?" Y/n giggled

"I'm not made of stone, leave me alone"

"That's her, that's really her"

"It is, our little girl."

"She is laying quiet low but that's understandable"

"Where abouts is she laying?" Y/n asks

"Head, feet and arms" she explained showing with the tool whereabouts she was laying and she actually was on the complete other side then we thought

"Hu. So what's that bump then?" I asked curiously

"Well that is Alice" she says moving the tool to the other side showing another little baby the same size nuzzled into the corner the head right where the bump was "she's just fine too,"

“There both so beautiful” Y/n smiled tearing up now too

“They are both such beautiful little girls” I smiled trying to hold back tears “we’re going to have to reorganize the nursery plan”

“Yeah I think so too” she giggled

“Would you like a print out of them both?”

“Yes! Absolutely as many as you can give us” I told the doctor

“I can do you a physical print out today and I’ll also drop over all of them digitally so you can get things made up and all that” she explained heading off to get it printed for us

“That's really our girls,”

“That's them, Hi girls? You all cosy in mummies belly? Hu?”

“Very cosy,” she smiled “Look is like she’s waving,”

“Kinda yeah”

“Little lady saying hello,”

“Clearly she was very excited to meet us too” I smiled giving her head a kiss

“Got to rethink names though,”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t suit them”

“If you say so, pet.” I smiled giving her belly some kisses making sure I got one on each girl “So? Shopping after this?”

“Yes, Ikea?”

“Ikea’s good with me. We can see layouts and such”

“That was my plan, and ice cream”

“And ice cream. Alright but just five more minuets”

“Yeah five more minuets”

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talsgarthewanderer · 2 years ago

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My mom, my sister, and I all play ESO together every weekend, and we now each have enough characters to play every class and cover every playable race in the game across the 3 of us.

So imagine my laughter when I stay at my sister's place in real life and she has some wooden stools from IKEA that need assembling, and they are the very stools after which she named her high elf templar healer, Kyrre

#theyre even the same pale gold that my sister made her character #how had i never known what the stools looked like #absolute grade A character design

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oh-a-very-toxic-octopus · 9 months ago

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Still need two dining chairs and a rug, but the dining/living room is pretty much done.

The mod list:

Re-plastered some damaged sections and around the small window. Skimmed the seams on the ceiling.

Anti-damp membranes and new insulation along all the now-panelled sections.

New studwork and cladding, treated with fire-resistant varnish. We covered our gross back wall, built that structure under the small window, and cut into the room to create a coat cabinet in the hallway outside — the section around the door is completely new.

Hung a new door.

New windowsills. We cut these from one giant piece of countertop, routed the edges in, oiled and installed them.

New shelves, cupboard door and finishing piece along the bottom of the dog's bed. These were cut from the same piece as the windowsills and hung using cut-off coach bolts.

New skirting board and bullnose trim around the door and the TV area.

New paint throughout. White on the ceiling, almond white on the walls, gloss on the old skirting boards and bullnose trim.

New TV (after I gave up trying to fix the old Philips 😔). This lil guy weighs half what the old one did, so we were able to fit it on an extendable arm we can point toward the sofa. Bit of an upgrade.

New shelf in the little cabinet under the TV. The PlayStations live in here. Happy to report the PS4's controllers connect fine with the door closed.

Resprayed the log holder we built seven (!) years ago and refitted it with a new backplate to keep the logs from damaging the wall.

Used another, thicker piece of discount countertop to make our table. Again, we routed the edges, sanded and oiled this. Added some table legs off eBay and some extra support via bolts into the wall. Sawed down our existing IKEA stools to fit under here — gotta buy some proper chairs next.

Replaced the old pendant lamps with angled spotlights and two new pendants over the new table.

New sofa for £200 off FB Marketplace.

Resprayed the frame of that decorative print - black to match our new door hardware and electrical face plates etc. We welded that thing together years ago and originally left it as bare metal with a clear lacquer finish, but that had started to rust, so it needed some love.

New blind over the little window. Cleaned the old one over the big window.

I note we built the TV area and Max's dog bed when we originally did up the house in 2017, so most of the work there was done - just had to reclad/repaint/kick the dog out temporarily to get it all done.

#diy forever #toxicoctiposting

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andrewkhurst · 2 years ago

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MARTHA’S MUSINGS ON MORTALITY

We had returned from walking our old and permanently tired dog around the local graveyard for an hour in the unseasonal and, indeed, decidedly non-British late March sunshine. This entailed an hour of either Martha or myself having to pretend to be a dog while the non-pretend dog of us threw a stick, and the non-pretend actual real life dog ignored every hurl of the stick, preferring instead to sniff round in search of tiny round nuggets of wild rabbit poo to devour and clumps of fox shit to drop her shoulder in and lay on her back to really get the fox shit embedded into her fur, wriggling around like something very excited to be covering its back in actual faeces. Delightful. On more than one occasion, I had to remind Martha dog that, while I applauded her commitment to the role (and I don’t mean the roll in fox shit), the stick DID NOT belong in her mouth. In terms of enthusiasm for the role of pretend dog, Martha definitely beat me. My apathetic mutterings of ‘woof woof’ as I walked in non-dog like fashion to bend over and pick up a stick whilst being as human as I could to passers by didn’t go unnoticed by Martha the drama teacher.

“Daaaaaad?” The elongated dad was always framed as the vaguest of questions.

“Yes my dear?”

“You can’t speak. You’re a dog”.

I cranked up my best Scooby Doo (or, more phonetically, ‘Rooby Roo’) impression. “Rat’s right Rartha, ri’m a rogg”. I was so pleased with its accuracy That made one of us.

“You’re being a rubbish dog. You need to try HARDER Dad”.

“Ruck off Rartha, ruck right off”.

Half way round the graveyard, Martha spied some daffodils. Now she LOVES a good daffodil. She even loves a bad daffodil.

“Daaaaad, can I pick those flowers?”

“No love. They have already been picked, and then bought from a shop by a person who has put them on the grave of where someone is buried, so that they can remember them. It wouldn’t be kind to take them”.

“Okayyyyyyy. What about THOSE flowers?”

“Well, they are not picked, and are not growing on a grave, which means that they are wild so, yes, I guess so”. Martha picked 3,463 wild daffodils and carried them home to give to mum as a Mother’s Day gift.

We followed the poor non-pretend, real life actual dog-tired dog home, and Martha went to set up a tea party in the back garden while I prepared her current favourite tea - pizza. This is Martha, so it was never going to just be as simple as making a bog standard circular pizza. Her brief this week was for me to get a sharp knife and cut around the shape of my hand, then do the same with the other hand, creating a left and right hand shaped pair of pizzas for her plate. I uttered a half arsed protest about being made to wield an extremely sharp blade in my non-cutting hand and trace it in close proximity to the delicate digits of my actual useful hand, knowing that the suggestion of using my left hand to cut around my right hand twice and then flipping the base over to create a left hand, with the added bonus of not losing any fingers would be dismissed in an instant by the tiny food prep dictator currently standing on her bright yellow modified Ikea Grundfaar (or some such like name) step stool, supervising my pizza cutting with a laser focus.

“Daaaaad, the knife isn’t close enough to your fingers”.

“Sorry love, I’m not used to really using my right hand, because I’m left handed”.

“That’s fine dad, just practice. Is that tomato sauce?”

“No Martha, it’s a teeny bit of blood”.

“Yeeeeeeeuk”.

“It’s okay, I’ll cut that finger off the pizza, just like I’ve done with my actual hand”.

“Thanks dad”.

I was left to finish making the pizza and self-administer first aid, while Martha set up the tea party. About three minutes later, Martha appeared clutching a posy of artificial flowers, looking to all the World like a kid from an NSPCC fundraiser (‘little Christabel will never get to smell flowers, because her dad sold her nose to buy booze. With YOUR help, we can stop this’.) She had her ‘big idea’ face on. I waited to hear what the big idea was.

“Daaaaad?”

“Yes my little pumpkin?”

“When you are ready to die, I am going to bury you in the graveyard and put these flowers on your grave”.

Many questions raced through my mind. Was my four-year-old daughter plotting to euthanize me? Were my groans of “oh dear” when forced to carry her my shoulders interpreted as a sign of my rapid decline to the warm embrace of death? What the actual fuck? I thought it wisest to let her know that I was onto her evil plan.

“That’s nice Martha, but I’m not quite ready to die yet”.

“Yes dad, I KNOW THAT. But you will be ready one day, and I’m going to bury you and put these flowers on your grave”.

“Pizza is ready. Do you want right hand, or left hand with extra tomato?”

#marthajunehurst #daddiaries #girldad #andrewkhurst #itshandyurst #marthadiaries

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paraphysics · 2 years ago

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ɴᴇᴡ ᴏʀʟᴇᴀɴꜱ, ʟᴏᴜɪꜱɪᴀɴᴀ. Tom sat in the dark, his face illuminated by the fluttering blue glow of his computer screen. ꜰʟᴏᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴀᴘᴘᴀʀɪᴛɪᴏɴꜱ. ᴄᴜʀꜱᴇꜱ. ʀɪᴛᴜᴀʟꜱ. ᴠᴏᴏᴅᴏᴏ. All he could find were shamelessly gaudy tourist traps and insensitive merchandise. ɢʜᴏꜱᴛ ᴛᴏᴜʀ ! ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴘɪʀɪᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴀʀɪᴇ ʟᴀᴠᴇᴀᴜ ! He sighed and leaned back in his chair, letting his eyes adjust to bring the upper level of his loft into focus … what are you looking for ? He yawned and shut his laptop, scooting his chair out from his desk before ambling over to his bed. Just as he got settled beneath the covers, his phone buzzed into life on the night stand. He rolled over and dragged it from it’s resting place onto his bed, flipping it over when it was beside his head and cursing at the screen’s brightness.

ᴜʀɢᴇɴᴛ ɪ ꜱᴀᴡ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀᴅᴅ. An email. Tom swiped the notification and sat up to read the message. ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴛ. ʟᴏᴜɪꜱ ᴄᴇᴍᴇᴛᴇʀʏ ?

“ New Orleans ? ” Dr. Matheson reached for a box resting on the top shelf of a raw - ikea storage rack. She smiled over her shoulder at Tom, amused at the idea of him struggling to survive in Louisiana’s muggy atmosphere. “ Yeah, there’s something I want to check out. ” Matheson returned her attention to the box, lifting her heels and straining to reach it, “ Well, I figured. Mardi Gras is about a month away … ” Tom cringed, unable to shake the image of Matheson falling off the stool and twisting her ankle. “ Can I — Here let me get that, ” Tom grabbed Dr. Matheson’s arm and helped her down, “ Okay, okay ! ” She chuckled and moved aside. Tom stepped onto the stool and placed a foot on the shelf slightly above for a little more leverage. “ Here. ” he passed the box to Margaret and hopped down.

“ So, is this another Psychic or … ” “ No. ” He rested his hands on his hips and looked down floor, “ No, I’m taking a break from that. ” Doctor Matheson’s eyes softened with pity, her lips presed into a concerned smile as she soothed : “ Good. When do you leave ? ” Tom lifted his head and pursed his lips, “ Unless you need me here, tomorrow. ” “ Okay, ” she took a VHS tape out of the box and tucked it under her arm, “ Stay out of trouble. Try and bring back something the department can use. ” Tom shrugged his brow and grabbed his camera bag from off the shelf, “ That’s the idea. ”

It took hours to find an affordable place to stay. After walking from hotel, to hostel — and even considering an AirB&B, he found a small motel with a brick exterior and white lace curtains. “ … nightly eight dollars a night. ” He tossed a bag onto the king sized bed and closed the door behind him. As soon as it shut, it’s chain - lock fell to the floor along with several white paint chips. He nodded, “ and, for good reason. ” while brushing a key card back and forth across his fingers he strolled over to the room’s singular window. It was large, overlooking a street, a few shops, and a bar — might stop by there later ... he thought as he placed his keycard on a nightstand, so that it’s print “ ᴄʜÂᴛᴇᴀᴜ ᴅᴇ ʟᴀ ᴅᴇɴᴛᴇʟʟᴇ ” and a small eggplant colored flower faced upwards towards a lampshade.

He explored his room. There was a TV mounted on a wall across from his bed — its remote nowhere in sight. At the opposite end of the room there was a small closet, beside it was a small half - sized room with a large inlay of a marble counter and sink. To the left of the sink was a door to what Tom assumed would be a shower and toilet.

After taking a warm shower Tom set out for the cemetery. He stopped just outside his door. A sound caught his attention, music … He leaned over the railing of the motel’s upper - level walk way, looking down the street. There was some sort of parade headed his way. He quickly jogged down to the lower level and watched as the band passed by along with a flock of people dressed in what appeared to be Sunday attire. There was also a coffin ... oh. It’s a funeral. Tom lifted his camera and began taking pictures of the procession, walking closer behind the celebration in between the the click and flash of his camera’s shutter. After taking several images, he stopped by a gate to change his camera’s film, storing the used film in his coat pocket and once again raising the camera to his eye,

There was a woman standing in frame, dressed in all black. Without thinking, he snapped a picture. She turned in his direction, suddenly rendering him awkward. He realized, he’d been taking pictures of actual people, not ‘floating orbs.’ “ Hi. ” he lowered his camera and approached her, “ Sorry I didn’t mean to bother you, my condolences. ”

She remembers seeing the text on her cell. The moment she pulled over her car and realized she had to turn around. Alana Strong, the youngest sister of her ex Eric Strong, had just passed away. She swallowed it had been a while since she visited New Orleans. Though each time the Strong family called asking for help she always came. They knew who and what she was, and they respected her. They gave her a permanent place to live as long as their family, owned land and had room to give.

She drove back to Alana’s cousin Miriam Landry who also was her landlady. Miriam greeted her out on her front porch with a warm smile as she sat up with arms wide open. She led her back to her small studio, it was a bit dusty, but it was exactly how she remembered. Eventually, she borrowed some funeral clothes from another family member around her size and when the day came she met up with the others who attended mass.

The church was crowded for the mass and the preacher sung, commemorating Alana’s long-lived life. Lorelai hung out in the third row. She felt, awake, in a crowd with that many people. Her black attire, round hat, and her fishnet veil barely did anything to cover her wandering eyes. Even though she was just a guest, she was always alert. Churches here always held some bothersome spirits. Though none were causing any strife at the moment. She narrowed her eyes and got herself to relax.

Eventually, the mass ended, and the band was already out in front, gathering, tuning up, and getting ready. People gathered those who had the will and means to walk and dance, hung around as others got into their cars, and started heading to the cemetery. Eventually, the band started rolling the coffin bearers, lifted up Alana’s coffin and the march started. It was slow at first, the song pace, accepting that Alana a beloved figure of the community had passed. She trodded along, head held low before they hit a main street and the tune picked up.

She continued to march along, glancing at others who were curious about the commotion and came out to see what was going on. Every once in a while a smile flashed on her face from another person she knew, came up to hug her and encourage her to dance. She did so for them and Alana, dancing a bit, trodding along before they got closer to the cemetery. She walked along with the others and walked to the side to let the carriage pass and for the coffin bearers to take the coffin off the carriage. All the while the music kept playing.

Lorelai straightened out her black ruffled and lace dress. She was getting hot with all the dancing, as she kept an eye out for any pesky ghosts or negative entities that might make their way out. Though with the music and considering the cemetery they were at. She was sure everything troublesome would be in there. She leaned forward looking off to the side watching the coffin bearers lift the coffin and carry it into St. Louis Cemetery No. 1. She exhaled taking one last look around before turning to follow the others in.

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tuliprry · 2 years ago

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cloudburst 3

summary: preschool teacher!harry x special education teacher!yn; y/n and harry met while working together at a preschool, y/n is engaged but her fiancé has been distancing himself from y/n, making her spend more time with harry, wishing she was marrying him instead

warnings: cheating, cursing, death

clover's notes: hi guys i didn't proof read i'm sorry :(

word count: 3k

part 1 part 2

harry's pov

the drive back home feels endless, i don't know what came through my head to sleep with y/n, worse, cum inside her like that. my car smells like her, smells like woody amber and vanilla, i've dreamed of this smell lingering on my skin for over a year and now i can't even enjoy it. almost like in a film, my car is parked and there's muffled screams and my fists hitting the dashboard, what the fuck, what did i just do? an almost married woman? an almost ex married woman... y/n... my y/n. i got out of the car, grabbing my briefcase, my legs feel heavy and i don't know how i'm gonna climb 3 flights of stairs nor how i'm gonna tell my best friend i just had the best sex of my life and it happened to me with the one woman i couldn't have. stupid, i'm so stupid.

niall and i live in a two bedroom apartment in lisson grove, meaning a short (usual) 9 minute drive from y/n's flat, our apartment isn't too big, when you walk you immediately see a round table and two chairs, there’s some letters on top of it and niall’s house keys, against the wall there’s our tan sofa, in front of it an also tan coffee table with our second hand tv, one of the other walls is covered by a big bookshelf with books mostly from my collection. through the white door there’s our kitchen with a cream colour palette i grew to love in the time i’ve lived here, it isn’t the biggest of kitchens but it’s definitely one of my favourite places in the house, the kitchen island has niall’s yet to be washed dishes on top of it and two mismatched high stools. there’s 3 doors in one of the walls, my bedroom, the bathroom and niall’s bedroom, niall’s bedroom is slightly bigger than mine, he has a light wood ikea bedframe and his bed is always unmade, his bedside table has always cds or vinyls he has gotten at his job, as well as a record player that he got along with our tv, a big comfy chair that has his to-do laundry all over it, both os us have desks in our bedrooms, even though i firmly believe that working in the bedroom is a terrible thing to do. his desk is way more organised than mine, it’s basically the desk and his laptop and his shiny guitar rested next to the table, next to it there’s his wardrobe, also light wood from ikea. niall’s walls are light blue (that took us wait too long to paint) and he has a medium window that makes sure the sun shines right in his face, as well as pictures of us and trips we have made since we moved in together 10 years ago. our bathroom is just your typical british bathroom there’s nothing new i could possibly add. and lastly my bedroom, my bed is similar to niall’s, except i have bunny sheets and way too many pillows, my bedside table is crowded with a lamp and a bunch of books, i have a big fiddle leaf fig right against my window, and a decent sized mirror next to it, as well as the exact same wardrobe as niall and a small shoe rack. and finally now the messiest place in my bedroom, my desk, it has letters, books, pens, pencils, kids’ drawings, my desktop, mugs and glasses, my chair has a blue bathrobe i always forget to hang in the bathroom and in the corner an acoustic guitar niall got me for my 25th birthday.

so, when i open the front door, everything is the same, niall is watching women’s eurocup and it smells like hot water, meaning the kettle had been on recently, i place my coat on the coat hanger by the door, “hello! i thought you were out by 4pm! was starting to get worried about you!” niall spoke, i placed my briefcase on one of the chairs and sat next to him, feeling exhausted, i didn’t know where to start nor even if i should mention what i had done to niall. “niall” my voice almost vanished as i said his name, “mate? what’s up?”, his worry is genuine i figure, “i did something bad” i muttered, placing my elbows on my thighs as my face met my hands, trying to hide somehow, “i didn’t come home earlier because i just.. i just had sex with y/n” i ripped the words out of mouth, niall, had just taken a bite out of a blueberry muffin, through the corner of my eye i saw the muffin hit the carpeted floor, “YOU?? WHAT??” he raises his voice in shock, “FUCK MY MUFFIN!” i couldn’t help but let out a laugh at niall’s reaction, even without trying this man has always found a way to make me smile even in moments in all seriousness like right now. “first, you owe me a muffin, secondly.. how did that happen? actually spare me, but.. what the fuck? is she not engaged to that…thomas? t.. tenis ball guy?” he was dead serious about the muffin, as well as calling tony tennis ball because he always refused to remember his name, “tony.. and yeah she was.. or is? i don’t know, she came into the classroom, grabbed my face and… well yeah!” i move my hands exaggeratedly, “we had sex, really good sex and we ended up finding out we had done it before. at that party in uni! the one u had those really bad shrimp cocktails and threw up and we had to go home before midnight”, niall’s light skin is now flushed, we never mention this story out of his sake, he has never been that sick at a party ever, “i cockblocked u and y/n?? god fuck man, but wait.. she’s not getting married anymore?” he takes a sip of his tea and i proceed to tell him everything that went down between y/n and tony. i happen to know exactly what’s on niall’s mind, he has a big crush on joey and he’s definitely messaging her the moment i shut up. “apparently tony has been cheating on her with half on london..”, as soon as the words came out of my mouth i felt a tug on my heart, talking about something i could never do, especially to y/n, “that sucks, why are you marrying someone just to cheat on them?”, “i could seriously not tell u”.

the rest of the night went like usual, niall and i have known each other for so long we actually have started a nighttime routine, we watch reality tv, currently hooked on love island as we have dinner, niall does have a better time in social situations than i do, we used to be both very outgoing and always at parties but ever since i started by job like for real, i have been stuck in an old guy routine. “you’re not giving your amazing commentary, harry” niall states waving his hand in front of my face, “sorry, can’t help but think about y/n…” niall gives me a gentle smile, “call her c’mon” he encourages me and points at my phone, “i’m sure she’s waiting for your call”.

the truth is, i hoped she was waiting for my call, i dreamed that she was no longer thinking about her ex fiancé and was dreaming of me, still thinking of my lips against her neck as my hands traveled through her body, god how i craved gripping onto her love handles like earlier today, jesus christ harry calm your dick down.

the last week fly by, i have spent so much time with y/n i think i’m hooked, she’s my drug and i can’t let go, besides spending every minute together at school we have been spending every minute together out of it as well, on monday after we finished class i couldn’t help but kiss her right there, i haven’t craved someone this way, especially not someone going through a break up, for a minute there i feared i would just be a rebound for y/n but i brushed it off my mind quickly, we baked bread together that monday afternoon as we watched mamma mia. that was one of the most beautiful moments i hope it’ll remain tattooed on my brain, y/n wearing a bunny apron and reading a very complicated recipe followed by a “god who the fuck bakes bread this easily” to my reply, “well i worked in a bakery back when year 10 through 13”, “so you could’ve baked me bread everyday mr styles?”, “i will bake everything you want me to”, followed by a very theatrical singing of “money, money, money” and dancing in y/n’s tiny kitchen.

tuesday, y/n, joey, niall and i went to the cake tasting that was supposed to be y/n’s, as she said, she wouldn’t let so many cake options go to waste when she had her friends to try a stupid amount of different cakes with her, i couldn’t help but feel a little angry thinking about tony as well worried that y/n was acting like he never existed and maybe wasn’t even healing properly and chose to live this life of pretending that he was never a real person… wednesday our school day was hard, the dad of one of the kids barged in yelling at y/n for her kids sharing space with mine, he was tall and looked like he lived in a gym yet y/n felt taller than him, i had never seen her yell that way:

“i don’t understand how those kids can even be in the same space as my son”

“i have emailed you a thousand times that i needed to talk to you as i believe your son has severe anxiety and can’t even eat next to other kids”

“that’s simply not true that’s influence from your [redacted because we don’t write slurs in these fanfics] kids”

“i need you to get out or i’m gonna report you for harassment and please do find an hour to sit down with me and your son because he needs a little extra help and i have the tools for it”

“my son is not-“

“get out!”

so, after that we decided it would be good to cool off, find a yoga class and meditate for a bit, we ended up in my flat following a youtube video that led to y/n making fun of me for my lack of coordination and shortly after a very needed cooling off making out session that ended up in, not gonna lie, the best sex of my life.

on thursday we watched another romcom, this time the bridget jones’ diary, we fell asleep when the film ended with a sweet purring pickles at the end of the bed and got woken up to joey coming home, i just wasn’t expecting to hear niall’s voice following her. “y/n.. is that niall?” i whisper putting the laptop screen down, “what is niall doing here with joey?” y/n sits in bed trying to listen to the conversation going on in the living room. “why are they so quiet?” y/n asks quietly, “oh god do you think they’re kissing?”, “you think??”.

“niall shush! i don’t know if my sister is home” joey whisper screams, “oh joey c’mon we have been dating for a month! don’t you think it’s time for us to tell?” niall immediately replies, “a month????? did you know?” y/n looks at me with a shocked face, “i knew he liked her but i didn’t know they were properly dating.. what the fuck” i say mid gasp, "keep listening" y/n replies. "niall... my sister would immediately get all motherly if she found out im dating a guy that is 9 years older than me, she feels like she has to replace our mum sometimes", i look over at y/n and her expression changes from wanting to snoop and giggle to tears gently forming in her eyes, "oh y/n no don't cry i'm sure she didn't mean it in a bad way, you worry and she's 20.. we didn't listen to anyone in our 20s" i say as i wrap my arms around her upper body, she rests her head on my chest and cries softly for a little bit just in her sniffles in the silence. all that y/n has told me about her relationship with joey is y/n taking care of joey 99% of the time since their mum passed, i personally could not imagine my sister being in her place and having to suddenly take care of me and change her life for me, so i got both of their sides, i understood y/n because she does what my sister would do, not let me go ever and take care of me like i'm the only thing that matters in her life... but i also get joey and feeling like someone had to give up on their life for me. i know y/n doesn't see it that way, she always talks about her sister with such love in her words, she loves going on book shopping with her sister and sharing her opinion on fictional men, they always get oat milk cappuccino's at costa's after and then come home to comment on love island, much like niall and i.

i kiss her forehead and lay my head on top of hers, i don't really know what to say, y/n is a book i'm still reading and finding out how to approach, "i'm sorry harry.. sometimes i just forget that joey is a kid and she needs her sister more than she needs... a... mum" y/n's words are trembling in between the sniffles as i caress her eyebrows, almost brushing them with my fingers, "no baby, it's your sister and you have that feeling towards her it's understandable", "she hid a boyfriend from me", "well at least we know it's niall"

today is friday, fridays are usually my best day at work, the kids are excited about the weekend and i get to think about my sofa waiting for me for exactly 2 days, not that i thought it would happen this weekend by the amount of subtle warnings coming from y/n, with subtle i mean fully sending me a picture of the lingerie she's wearing under the beige turtleneck and light blue jeans yet she looks like nothing happened, braiding a little girl's hair after a very upsetting throwing up in the bathroom, in times like this i can't help it, i daydream of y/n and our kids, how she would be the most perfect mum in the entire world, "harry can you please get me sofia's guardian on the phone? she's clean but i feel like maybe it's better if she goes home and gets some rest" she looks at me, peeking over the little girl's head, "i'm on it", i get up and rush to the main hall to find the number.

"oh hi harry! um do u know if y/n has a minute or two" a very sweet yet shaky voice pronounces, i look up and see joey, still with her waterstones tag and short hair clipped back by two grey clips, "one of her kids threw up and she's kinda busy but i can tell her you're here if you'd like!”, joey looked seriously worried and i pressed my lips together as i walked back to the classroom, “hey.. here’s sofia guardian’s phone number” i hand in the paper with the number, “also joey is outside, i don’t know what happened but she doesn’t look good.. go talk to her, i’ll help sofia pack her things and call her mum it’s okay” i place my hand on top of y/n’s shoulder and rub it a little, “joey? oh good lord. you sure you don’t mind harry?”, “what? y/n of course not, go check on her”.

and like agreed i stayed packing sofia’s backpack, she’s 4 years old, has long brown curly hair and loves care bears, her favourite being tenderheart, the same as mine which leads to a lot of tenderheart bear stickers on my briefcase when i’m not looking and drawings on my desk first thing in the morning, even though i believe she prefers y/n’s teaching to mine, i would also respond well to anything y/n tried to teach me if i have to be totally honest.

it’s now 9:30pm, y/n and i are walking back to her home after our semi-date, semi date because we aren’t really dating but we just went to the cinema and shared a big bucket of popcorn, “so.. joey?” i ask, niall always says i’m the snoopiest person he knows, “oh… joey had a panic attack at work and that’s why i went home earlier, she did tell me about niall, said the secret was eating her alive” y/n gives a worried smile and intertwines her hand in mine, “she’s better now, she said she was going to call niall so they could hang out for a bit while we were at the cinema”, “do you think it’ll work between them?”, i ask, genuinely, niall is one of my best friends but his relationships always end up with him listening to the most heartbreaking songs and bad 90s films, “well, knowing joey.. her standards are high, all the men she ever loved were our front door neighbour back home and fictional men that were written by women”, “she’s a wise woman”, “she has her days of absolutely handling adult life better than i do”, “y/n” i call out, “yes?”, she looks up at me…

“do you regret leaving..-“

“harry i really don’t and i don’t want u to think i’m using you to forget him.. i really like you and i don’t want.. you to think that i’m using you for great sex and as a rebound”

“i don’t think that”

“you don’t?”

“no, i think you’re the future mother of my children”

“harry.”

“i mean it”

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strawberry-nugget · 3 years ago

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Oddly specific bnha headcanons

Characters: Deku, Bakugo, Kirishima, Kaminari, Jirou, All Might, Endeavor, Hawks, Dabi

A/N: I'm finally back from my mini hiatus and I finally finished a part of my never ending cursed head canons and I also hit a new milestone so I feel like you all deserve this attempt of mine at comedy for the love I've been getting...I'm also sorry, this is a wild ride, and as you're reading you might wonder why did I make these? And the answer is, simply, because I can 😭, no lol though true... I'm soft so if these made you laugh and you leave an LMAO comment I'll think about it forever uwu. I've talked about most of these with my dear friend @aichiin, who is an amazing artist whom should support in all platforms uwu bye

Warnings: some of this content is NSFW, 18+, so if you're under 18 DO NOT INTERACT

Disclaimer: everyone is at least of 18 years of age

• I can't explain why, and we've seen Endeavor texting shoto in canon but... I feel like probably his texts look like this: …..shoto why aren't you Answering your phone…

….tell fuyumi to make you soba… .

… ……are you still friends with that rude boy from school..

…I don't want any take out dont get any for me tell natsuo that I'm sorry and try to ask him if he's changed his mind about forgiving me.…

• All might opens a Facebook account a month before the beloved class graduates as his way to keep on touch with everyone after they're off to fight crime and lives his life as the ultimate Facebook mom and thinks he's texting people but apparently posting on your Facebook wall isn't texting. He has probably made a thousand posts asking midoriya how it works until people just, they just, accept it, I guess, there's nothing else they can do. He uses the Facebook mom tulip emoji and writes in all cap. Give him credit for being so sweet tho.

And probably it goes like this: "💞🥰🌷🤣WHAT AN AMAZING SUNDAY. GOOD MORNING YOUNG MIDORIYA HOW HAVE YOU BEEN" Ofc he will not hesitate to use all these emojis unironically, in fact, he doesn't know that is the ironic use of an emoji, leave him alone

(Comments on the post most probably go like this: Bakugo: I EXIST TOO YOU OLD HAG, FUCK YOU DEKU, I DIDN'T BRING YOU TO THIS WORLD BUT I SURE WILL TAKE YOU OUT. MOTHERFUCKER.

Denki: mister al mght do we have english tomorrow ?

Momo: @denki, no but we have literature, hello mister all might sir, have a nice day too

All might: YOUNG BAKUGO PLEASE WATCH YOUR LANGUAGE 🤣 YOUNG KAMINARI, AS YOUNG YAOYOROZU SAID YOU HAVE LITERATURE AFTER MY CLASS📜 HAVE A BEAUTIFUL EVENING YOUNG YAOYOROZU🌷

• I'm sorry for this but.... Midoriya, Denki and Kirishima probably lick their finger after they absolutely drill it in their noses but here's the deal

Midoriya inspects what he fished out like thoroughly, Denki dissociates while staring at it, and Kirishima does so straight out of his nose

• Someone told Shoto that Saiki K is based on true events and he genuinely believes it and tries to find Saiki K, claiming that he is the answer to all of his problems. Is very subtle about it tho.

• I think that in part one of these atrocious head canons we established that Keigo would willingly put effort to find the clit, right? Listen he probably asks what's the concept of the clit, like why is it outside and not inside- wait you have another spot inside, yeah? He's is so confused and for what? Won't stop for it mid sex but he searches reproduction organ anatomy later on on google because he brought some questions in his brain that need answers. On the clit. You heard me right.

• Dabi looks like he once had a break up that was so rough that he opened a Twitter just to drag the other person down. For once, I won't go into detail and will let your imaginations run wild.

• I have to do a a cursed one for Bakugo right? Well yeah uhm, he probably was caught flexing his muscles in the mirror during vacation, totally naked too, by one of his friends in his group and screamed in a high pitched voice and picked up that little hotel room fridge to cover himself up and chased them around the hotel room until he just crushed the poor item. To the floor? Because he tried to use it as a cover up and it just slipped... It's even worse if the friend was a potential s/o. He'll scream like one of the screaming/simping TikTok sounds.

• Bakugo also really hates chairs. Idk why I have this headcanon, but I know it in my heart that this man, as an adult, only has those round weird- ish IKEA stools around the kitchen table that's all. No more chairs. Nothing.

• this is too self indulgent but Kirishima and Deku look like the people who, while washing forks, spoons etc they create whole stories about them and treat them like characters, and others would just look at them so confused as to why it takes 16 minutes to wash off a spoon and why are they also crying but you wouldn't understand. This spoon is Cinderella. Back off and let. them. finish. their. stories.

• I feel like Jirou has phases where she only wants to wear black but then she sees a nice pair of jeans and buys it, and then buys some more and then she gets mad about having blue jeans and she dyes them, but then she grows out of that phase for a few months and she tries to find ways to make the fabric paint fade away

• I also think that she, after spending a little time with Momo, spends money on a lot of clothes, and it's not like Momo buys too many clothes, but Jirou always wants to upgrade her wardrobe and ends up feeling lost on what she wants to wear

• Denki and Kirishima turn into the same person a little more every single time they hang out together. You'll listen to Denki say 'manly' all the time and Kirishima starts trying to find leather jackets that look cool on him, and just adopts Dennis speaking habits.

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hometoursandotherstuff · 3 years ago

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Designer/Architect Patrizio’s specialty is bringing historic homes back to life in unexpected ways. In a tranquil corner of Italy, four hundred years’ worth of frescoes in a former aristocratic residence see the light once more with atmosphere and a good dose of quirk. Love it.

In the living room, mod yellow shelving sets off the rich ornamentation of the ceiling frescoes, a cluster of candelabras, and a 17th-century armchair.

He is fond of his vignettes, which often combine found objects to tell a visual story. These stools (which he restored after finding them in the garbage in the Chicago area) sit below a trio of sculptural displays made up of former flea-market scores.

A fierce little dino stands guard on a side table in the living room.

Patrizio’s design mission was to bring as much light as possible into the medieval space. Here, a shadowy corner is illuminated with both candlelight and contemporary floor lamps.

A doll's head crowns one of his assemblages on the mantel.

A reproduction of Caravaggio's David Victorious over Goliath (one of Patrizio’s favorite works of art) takes over one wall of the library.

A grand central staircase leads up to a vestibule washed in soft, lime-based hues. The main living and sleeping areas are beyond.

The renovation revealed original stone walls underneath layers of plaster. Patrizio and his team installed white IKEA shelving in a nook that was once an old passageway.

Vintage porcelain dishes and bowls were fashioned into one-of-a-kind light fixtures and hung over the kitchen table.

Red block letters mounted on the wall pick up the hue of the delicate flourishes on the ceiling of this suite.

In the 2nd suite, original screen prints by an English artist depict colorized mug shots of Sid Vicious, Frank Sinatra, and Elvis Presley.

In the 3rd suite, the headboard and linens are kept simple to offset the ceiling and floors. The exception: Paisley scarves in emerald-green silk that were turned into pillow covers.

A Floor Lamp serves as subtle illumination.

The Calacatta marble sink stands in the bath were designed by Patrizio and made by a local artisan he calls "a stone genius."

The colored panes in the bathroom of the 2nd guest suite were original to the property.

Sleek square sinks and a modern deep-soaking tub provide a spa-like mood. A crystal chandelier adds a feminine note.

The cow-shaped Clarabell Coat Hooks serve as handy towel holders.

A barrel-vaulted subterranean space turned private spa now houses a heated pool and Jacuzzi.

Courtyard after dusk.

The terrace off the kitchen.

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akaashigiri · 4 years ago

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Sleepy Jaegers

summary: eren and y/n are at a gathering at armin’s place, and their 2 year old is exhausted. eren is equally as exhausted.

pairing: dad!eren jaeger x fem!reader

word count: 1.69k

warnings: none, fluffff

a/n: sigh my baby fever possessed me to write this 💔 might make armin a father as well if people end up liking this one (i will anyway) 😋

These gatherings were almost like a ritual to the group.

There wasn’t ever a specific place they met, they would always gather in different places, wether it’d be the beach, a park, or at one of their homes. It didn’t matter where it took place, just as long as everyone was there. Everyone was obligated to come.

So of course that includes the littlest Jaeger.

It was mid September, and although the weather wasn’t bad at all, some didn’t really feel like going out to public places like the local park, so the group decided on Armin’s new place, since Sasha and Annie still have yet to see it (their homes are farther from the rest)

They were all gathered in the spacious living room; Jean and Sasha on the long couch, while Mikasa and Armin sat on the smaller one. Historia and Ymir shared the beige-colored chair in the corner of the room, while Annie sat on one of the kitchen stools as she watched Y/N and Connie do the dishes (Armin insisted, but the two almost threatened him if he were to touch a dish).

As soon as Eren walked in, he all but restricted anyone from sitting on the big beige reclining sofa, claiming that he deserved it for helping Armin pick it out. Eren was grateful for going to Ikea that day with Armin to pick out the sofa he was now slouched on, recliner out and all. It was now his favorite spot in the whole house (besides the kitchen, since he loved playing around with the smart refrigerator).

As Y/N passed another dish for Connie to rinse and dry, she suddenly felt a tug on her pants, looking down to meet the tired eyes of her daughter.

She was quick to rinse and dry her hands to pick her up, giving all of her attention to the little girl. “Aw, what’s wrong Mimi? Everything alright?” She asked, already noticing the fatigue on her face.

She only snuggled into her mother’s neck, giving her the simple response of, “Tired.” Her vocabulary was fairly short, due to the fact that she was only 2 and learned her words from the ones around her (Eren got in big trouble the day Y/N heard the word ‘shit’ come out of her daughter’s mouth).

Y/N wasn’t surprised she got tired easily today, since Jean gave her more candy then Y/N would usually allow. And with the way her, Ymir, and Mikasa were running around in the yard earlier today, Y/N already saw this coming.

“You’re tired?” she asked again, earning a nod from the crook of her neck. “Okay, mommy’s almost done. Go sit next to daddy until I finish, okay?” She tells her, moving her head back to face her daughter again. Myra nodded, allowing her mother to put her down.

Walking tiredly, Myra slowly moved through the kitchen and made her way to the living room, spotting her father laidback in the corner of the room, limbs sprawled out on the sofa.

Eren wasn’t sure if it was the father instincts, but he was the first to notice her presence in the room, stopping the ghost story Jean swears is real to bring his full attention to his daughter.

“Mimi’s come to save us, everyone!” Eren exclaims, throwing jazz hands up as everyone joined and cheered her on for simply walking in. Jean didn’t like what Eren was implying, but clapped nonetheless.

“You’re not funny. Aren’t dads supposed to tell good jokes?” He questioned, attempting to steal a fry from Sasha’s plate, but failing miserably as she only swats his hand away.

“No Jean, I think it’s the other way around, they’re supposed to be corny.” Armin butts in, watching with a smile as Myra finally starts walking towards her father.

Eren could already see the fatigue on her face, holding his arms out for her once she got a little closer. “What’s up Mimi, you tired?” Eren questioned, laughing as she instead of answering, simply lifted her arms up for him to take her.

She responds with a nod, her hair falling over her face as she was lifted onto his lap. As soon as she was situated, she wasted no time in making herself comfortable, wiggling out of her dad’s grasp and laying her stomach down on his, her head right above where his heart was.

“Nevermind.” he sighs, making the whole room burst out into laughter. This only made Myra whine, the loudness distrupting her attempt at sleeping. “Sorry Myra!” Sasha whispered, finally giving a fry to Jean afterwards.

“I wonder what got her so tired.” Annie questions, making Jean sink into the couch out of guilt as Eren sends him an irritated glance.

“Jean went and gave her a sugar rush before we got here. It was absolute hell.” Eren’s eyes furrow in frustration as he remembers earlier today and how hard it was for him to catch a nap without his energetic 2 year old jumping all over him. All while Jean was happily eating lunch with his wife.

“Okay, but I didn’t know she wasn’t supposed to have that much candy! Kids eat candy like crazy, right?” He attempts to defend himself, looking around the room for support, only to be met with silence.

“Yeah, thing is she’s not a kid! She’s a toddler! Dumbass.” he mumbles the last part, hoping that Y/N somehow wouldn’t hear. But she always found a way how.

“Can someone please slap Eren for me?” She yells from the kitchen. “Stop cursing in front of Myra!”

Eren has no time to defend himself as volunteers step up to do what their friend asked, but Mikasa was the quickest, and Eren was even quicker. He swiftly grabs Myra’s frog blanket from the bag sat beside him and hids his face in it, saving it from the harsh blow of Mikasa’s hand.

“You’re lucky I didn’t miss completely, I just don’t wanna wake Myra.” she confesses, walking back to her seat.

“God, I cant believe we almost named her after you.” Eren groaned, blanket still clutched in hand.

“Mimi’s close enough for me.” She smiles, noticing the way Myra starts to squirm a bit. “Throw the blanket over her, I think she’s cold.” She suggests, bringing Eren’s attention back to the little girl on his chest.

Eren is quick to unravel the rather big blanket from his grasp and take it in both hands to bring it in the air, watching it fall perfectly onto her small figure. The blanket basically covered his whole torso, the end tickling his neck a bit.

“Thanks again for the blanket, Historia. She loves it so much, a little too much.” he says, feeling his daughter move under the blanket so that her little arms were wrapped around his torso as far as she could go. “She won’t use the one I got her anymore.” he says with a slight frown.

The group laughs again, but quietly this time, not wanting the little girl to possibly wake up in a fit.

“I wouldn’t blame her, to be honest.” Jean shrugs, giving Eren a knowing glance, as well as a sly smirk. He knows how mad Y/N would get if he were to disobey her, especially a few minutes after she scolded him. Since Y/N was only a few feet away, Eren aggresively sticks his middle finger up to the man. It’s not like Myra could see through the blanket anyway.

“Are you gonna finish your ghost story, Jean?” Annie asked, although she didn’t believe a word. She just wants to see him make a fool out of himself.

Jeans eyes light up, snapping his fingers together as he sits upstraight again, ready to go into full detail once again. “Right! Okay, okay, so right when I went to shave my beard...”

Eren let’s Jean’s apparent ghost encounter story fade in the background, focusing on the shallow breaths coming from his daughter. He felt himself getting a little drowsy himself, as if her sleepiness was seeping into him.

He doesn’t waste time lifting the blanket a bit to wrap a protective arm around her small figure under it, adjusting his posture on the sofa and crossing his ankles over one another. His let his neck sink into the back of the couch, letting his head go as well so he facing the ceiling. With the warmth of the blanket and the little girl under it, he couldn’t help but close his drowsy eyes as well, finally giving in.

A few minutes pass and Jean is done telling his story, but of course, no one believes him. All except Historia. “Thank you, Historia! See I’m telling the truth. Morons.” Jean rolls his eyes at the way Armin and Sasha curl up as they laughed, Mikasa and Annie trying their best to hold in theirs.

Jean soon notices the person who would’ve regurlarly had the most to say was being awfully quiet. Getting ready to scold him for not listening, Jean is met with a site he has to admit, is the cutest thing he’s seen all year.

Eren was deep in slumber, soft snores coming from him and the little girl that rested as peacefully as he did on top of him. The print of his arm around her could be seen through the green blanket, as well as both of their steady breaths. They looked so comfortable, it would be a pain for them to get up soon, which they would have to eventually.

“Awww, they’re adorable!!” Historia exclaims from the other side of the room, which seemed to catch Y/N’s attention all the way from the kitchen.

“What’s happening? Is something cute happening? Someone take pictures!” She exclaimed, wanting to abandon the plates and take them herself, but thinks that would be rather rude to leave poor connie alone.

“On it!” Sasha and Jean say in unison. Both are quick to pull out their phones, Jean getting the more unappealing angles, while Sasha actually put some effort into it and snapped a few photos.

These were being sent to every single person on her contact list.

this was written at like 2 am sorry if there are typos i swear i reread 💔

also i’m currently working on a mob fic idk if ppl still like those but i most definitely do so watch out for that one :p

hope y’all liked this one lol

-aysha <3

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