#Sofa Seat Protectors

[ladykailitha]

Just a little angst that I thought of while at work today.

Eddie realizes too late what that look on Steve’s face meant in the forest and later after Vecna is defeated. That look. You know the one. The one that is warm and fond and adoring all at once. Or as Eddie realizes as Steve gives the same look to his new girlfriend, Becca, utterly in love. A look that used to be all Eddie’s. He was the only one that Steve looked at that way. But not anymore.

She’s sweet and lovely and as much as Eddie wants to hate her he can’t, because she likes him, too. She’s everything Steve deserves and more. He can’t even be mad about it.

So Eddie starts to pull away. What else can he do? He can’t watch Steve be with her, it hurts too much.

One night at a party, probably a birthday of one of the kids, one they both have to attend, Eddie is watching Steve and Robin comes up to him to ask him if he’s okay.

He’s not. How could he ever be? He could have had Steve and lost the chance. Robin understands. She offers to cover for him if he wants to go home. And that’s when the room starts spinning. Maybe the feelings aren’t just emotional, maybe he’s coming down with something, too.

Robin offers to take him home and have Wayne drop her off at home on his way to work. She goes to make excuses with everyone and Steve tells her that Eddie needs anything to let him know.

Steve wants to be the one to take him, the protector that he is. But he knows. He has no right. No claim on Eddie. So he lets Robin take Eddie home.

Two days later, Eddie is still sick. Doctors say it’s the flu. He’s miserable and alone and he can’t tell what hurts more, his head or his heart. Wayne has gone to work and Eddie can’t even move at this point. And then he feels a cool hand on his head. It’s safe and it’s comforting. He opens his eyes and sees Steve knelling there, brushing his hair back in soothing motions.

“Where’s...” Eddie frowns. “Fuck, I can barely remember my own name at the moment...girlfriend person...”

Steve chuckles. “Visiting her grandmother in Florida.”

Eddie frowns. “But you’ve only been dating a couple months...why big trip?”

Steve is still smoothing Eddie’s hair. “Goes every year at this time. It’s not a big deal.”

“Could have gone with her?” Eddie asks. His head is starting to feel better with every stroke of Steve’s hand.

“Too early for that, I think,” Steve mutters. “What do you need, sunshine? Let me take care of you.”

Eddie knows he shouldn’t, but he’s sick and he’s tired and needs comfort, so he let’s him. Let’s it slip how he feels about Steve, too. But he doesn’t remember that. 

“Missed you,” he mutters before Steve leaves for the night.

“Missed you too, Eds.”

A week later and Eddie’s feeling better. He wakes up to a knock on the trailer door. When he answers it, there is Steve. Beautiful, wonderful, amazing Steve.

Steve tells him that Becca broke up with him. And Eddie is shocked. He’s even more shocked when Steve is surprisingly chill about it.

“What happened?” Eddie asks once they’re seated on the sofa.

“Apparently her best friend that she grew up with in Florida told her that he loved her and that he always had.”

“So you got dumped because she was in love with this best friend person?” Eddie asks incredulously.

Steve laughs. “It’s okay because I told her I was in love with my best friend, too.”

“Uh...” Eddie says, “Robin’s gay, dude.”

Steve laughs harder. “No! She’s my Platonic soulmate. You’re my best friend, Eds.”

Eddie blinks. “Oh.”

“Oh,” he says again as the realization dawns. And then breaths a sigh of relief when Steve finally kisses him.

 “You absolute menace,” Steve says fondly.

Eddie blushes. “Yeah, but I’m your menace.”

“Yes, you are,” Steve says. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

[lynn-w3st]

MK1: Babysitting 101

Pairing: MK1 various x child reader (platonic)

Summary: Your parents left to a business trip and left you in the care of your uncle Johnny. Let’s just say everyone wants to adopt you.

Content: (Y,N) is a polite child, Protective Johnny, Fluff and Cute moments.

Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/lynn-w3st/734299278669938688/mk1-babysitting-101-part-2

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You were sleeping peacefully in your guest bedroom that your uncle Johnny prepared for you as you were staying with him until your parents came back from their business trip.

However, it seems your beauty sleep has been interrupted by the sound of glass breaking. Being only ten years old, you decided to investigate the noise as you pick up your favorite stuff penguin and made your way out the guest bedroom towards the stairs that led to the living room of your uncle’s mansion.

Upon descending down the stairs, you witness your uncle tying up a tuxedo man (Kenshi) in a chair. “ Uncle John.” You said as your uncle and the tuxedo man turn their attention to you. Despite coming here to retake Sento, Kenshi stared at you with an expression of curiosity.

Your uncle quickly stood up and walk towards you. “ Hey kiddo why are you awake? Did you have a nightmare again.” He said softly. Johnny Cage is known to be a cocky and arrogant man but when it comes to little you, he’s a big softy and spoils you. You shook your head as you hug Mr. Bubbles close to you and stared at him.

“ I miss mom and dad, can I stay with you for a while here.” You said as Johnny winced as he didn’t want you to see a random man tied up. He definitely didn’t want your mother to scold and murder him for letting you witness him having a random guy in his mansion tied up.

Johnny let out a sigh as he pick you up and place you on the sofa and wrap a comfy blanket around you to keep you warm. “ Don’t tell your mother about this.” He said in a shaky tone as he didn’t want to face his sister’s angry wrath.

You chuckled as you did a zip motion against your lips. “ I won’t uncle John.” You said as your uncle chuckled and ruffled your fringe bangs. He went back to take a seat in front of the man in the chair as they resume their conversation.

The sound of the doorbell rang as you notice that your uncle was still talking to the man. It seems he didn’t hear the doorbell rang, so being a curious child, you decided to answer it.

Your tiny hand opens the door to reveal three tall men standing before you. Two of the men were dress as ninjas and held a serious look.

“ Good evening, Johnny- oh hell there young one.” Liu Kang said softly as you stared up at him and titled your head a bit side ways.

The ninja man in yellow couldn’t help but found your expression adorable as the ninja man in blue held a tiny amuse expression. You continue to stare at the men as your uncle came over.

He covered your ears so you wouldn’t have to hear him swear as Johnny once learn that lesson the hard by his sister-in-law who scold him.

“ What in the actual fuck.” Johnny said as he uncovered your ears and held your tiny hand. “ Goodevening Johnny Cage. I’am Lord Liu Kang. Protector of Earthrealm. May we enter.”

“ Hey kiddo why don’t you go back to bed. You’re probably tired.” Your uncle said as he turn to face you. You tighten your grip on his hand and shook your head, he let out a sigh.

Your uncle then stared at the two men behind Liu Kang as he let out a chuckled and turn to face you before turning back. “ Sure come on in.” He said as he allowed the three men in.

Uncle Johnny pick you up and gently place you back into the sofa before making his way towards where the three men were standing.

“ Kenshi Takahashi. Your actions this evening do you no good.” Liu Kang said to the man tied up who is known as Kenshi. You watch from the sofa as the yellow ninja man glance at you.

You continue to watch as your uncle Johnny spoke to the random strangers. You often wondered if you should’ve had stayed with your babysitter today instead of your uncle’s.

The sound of glass breaking caught your attention as you saw uncle Johnny be thrown across the room. “ Uncle Johnny!” You yelled.

Liu Kang frown as he motion for Kuai Liang to check on you. The yellow ninja man made his way to you. Being only eight years old, you got off from the sofa and took a step back in fear and curled up in a corner with your stuff toy.

Your eyes began to watered and let out a sniff, which cause Kuai Liang to freeze in fear. He didn’t mean to make you scared as he knelt down and offered his hand out to you.

“ It’s ok.” He said in a gentle tone hoping to ease your fear as he means you no harm. Kuai Liang couldn’t help but feel protective of you.

He wanted nothing more than to protect you as he once did in a previous timeline where he and his brother witness your tragic death.

You stared at the man as you place your shaky hand onto his warm hand. Kuai Liang softly smiled as he stood up and held your hand.

He couldn’t help but softly tighten his grip on you as he was afraid that you’ll fade away from him. Kuai Liang stared at your innocent eyes.

“ Come little one.” He said and led you towards Liu Kang as Bi-Han held a deadly stare with you with a mixture of curiosity and interest in them.

“ I’m sorry for the intrusion young one. We did not mean to frighten you with our presences.” He said softly as he knelt into one knee to show you that he means no harm. You wipe your tears and gave him a bright innocent smile.

Liu Kang felt his heart shatter as he knew that in previous timeline you were a Lin Kuei and your death made the brothers devastated.

You let go of Kuai Liang’s hand which cause him to frown a bit as you then held Liu Kang’s hand. The fire god smiled and stood up.

“ It’s ok and is my uncle going to be ok.” You said as Liu Kang nodded and ruffled your hair.

A groan was heard as your uncle stood up and dusted himself. He scoff in disbelief as he saw his favorite masterpiece broken into pieces.

“ That was my achuli. One of a kind. And get your hands away from my niece.” He said as Bi Han and Kuai Liang got into fighting stances.

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“ And scene! I hope your insure cause you’re going to pay for my hichuli!” Johnny said as Sub Zero and Scorpion stood up. “ Imbecile! You have no idea with whom you’re dealing!”

Sub Zero said angrily as Liu Kang had enough of this behavior. “ ENOUGH!” He yelled as his body light up on fire for a bit which cause you to jump in fear. Johnny notice and pick you up.

Soon everything cease as your uncle gently soothed you as Kenshi was released from his captivity as Kuai Liang stood behind you and stared at you with a curious expression. Your eyes became tired and let out a sleepy yawn.

The pyromancer chuckled softly as he took every fiber in his body to not pinch your soft cheeks or hold you in his arms as he once did in a previous timeline. If only he knew the truth.

“ You both have been chosen to join its champion.” Liu Kang said walking towards him. His eyes settled on to your sleeping form and soften. “ Why him? Or me for that matter?”

“ Because I have faith that you will rise to the challenge. And your service will change the arcs of your lives.” Liu Kang said as Johnny side eye at Kenshi and then look at your sleeping form.

“ I can’t just leave my niece by herself. But I don’t want her to be part of this.” Johnny said as he definitively going to be murder by his sister. “ She can stay in the fire temple. It will be a safe place for her to be in.” Liu Kang offered as he found himself attached to little you.

Johnny Cage was hesitant as he let out a sigh and he didn’t have no other choice. He just hopes that his sister-in-law never find out about this. Kuai Liang felt a sense of deja vu when he saw you sleeping against Johnny’s shoulder.

“ Very well we shall make our destination back. Johnny Cage it would be wise if you gave young (Y,N) to Kuai Liang.” Liu Kang said as Kuai was surprised and confused as Bi-Han glared.

“ No my niece is staying close to me. I don’t trust these two.” Johnny said as Bi-Han scoff as he didn’t see why this child was so important.

Liu Kang frown as he understood but he had hope that maybe you are the key to fixing and helping the situation of the three brothers. He knew that in do time, you will soon discover who you were in previous timelines.

The fire god open a portal that leads to the academy as he will make sure that your faith doesn’t end up like your past self. You were just a innocent little girl with no knowledge of how cruel the world is. He hopes to keep it that way.

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Note: So I actually thought about this funny scenario at work and especially when I replayed that scene in the game. Hope you guys enjoy this random one shot that I made.

I’m so sorry if Kuai Liang was written a bit off as you know I tried my best with this. Also, please message me if you have any questions for me.

[skzfairyyydreamz]

Family <3

genre: Fluff, Comfort, Bf!Skz, Sibling!Skz, Bsf!Skz, gn!reader

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(gifs not mine; credit to owner)

imagine…

Coming home from what had been a horrendously long and stressful day to see your sweet boyfriend in a cozy pair of sweats and t-shirt, he was sat on the living room sofa chatting with his two best friends about whatever it is producer dudes talk about. he looked so stinkin adorable with his natural fluffy hair all disheveled and curly as his glasses sat calmly on his beautiful bare face and you had all intentions on napping in his arms after the day you had today regardless to who was in your house right now. You came in kicking off your shoes at the door, dropping your keys and bag on the island counter and heading straight to your room to change without acknowledging anyone in the house. That immediately had changbin snapping his neck in your direction taking notice of the exhausted look on your face without breaking his current conversation. About 5 or so minutes later his eyes lit up to see you coming to join them in the living room in your fuzzy pj’s holding your favorite pillow and blanket.

“Hey family.. please excuse me while i nap” you sigh kissing the top of changbins head then sitting down next to him getting ready to lay your head in his lap and take the nap of your life, but before you could

“far out! mate are we invisible??” channie said to jisung as he crossed his arms with furrowed brows at you. “you do remember that we knew you before binnie right!?” jisung added. “yet he’s the one that gets all the love? im so done with you” channie roles his eyes

binnie giggles to himself putting his head down like he always does refusing to interfere anytime you and channie would get into it. you sigh again getting up from your seat walking over to the sofa opposite you and your boyfriend. “i would offer a sassy rebuttal normally but i’m just way too tired today.. come here channie my bestest most favorite sweetest big brother ever” you lean down from behind the sofa hugging him around his shoulders and kissing the top of his head “yeah whatever looser.. im your ONLY big brother.” “Where you ever able to order the flower arrangements for mom’s birthday dinner this weekend?” he added looking up at you “ i haven’t had time today i was super swamped. But i can definitely do it in the morning!” “Dont worry about it i’ll handle it.” “you sure? tomorrow’s an off day for me i can do it.” “no worries, i got it. you just make sure you rest up on your day off.” “okay” you kiss the top of his head once more before moving over to jisung giving him the same hug and kiss you did your older brother.

“i didn’t forget you jiji” “dont act like you love me now, im tired of being chosen last!” “just like when were kids??” you teased reaching down to steal a handful of popcorn from the bowl in his lap. “please do not bring up my childhood trauma right now! you chose me last for every single game of freeze tag when im literally faster than you!” everyone bursted into laughter at jisungs dramatic episode as you walked back over to your spot on the sofa next to your boyfriend.

“Okay goodnight family, i legit cannot keep my eyes open any longer” you grabbed your pillow placing it in changbins lap laying down as he wrapped the blanket around you.

“Night night, jagi” your boyfriend whispered as he ran his fingers through your hair.

“Sleep tight!” jisung added

“We love you kiddo..” chan smiled.

You fell asleep instantly, as your boyfriend brother and best friend all went back to continuing their previous conversation. the room felt so warm and fuzzy filled with love. You were beyond grateful for the men in your life they were your everything. your back bones, your protectors, your safe spaces. They were your family, and you couldn’t even fathom the thought of living life without theses three in it.

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[crowleysaziraphale2003]

Here is yet another AO3 fic! Aziraphale worries that he's soft, and Crowley reassures him.

Enjoy! 💗

Soft

"Crowley?"

Rain lashed at the windows of Aziraphale's antique bookshop. Crowley, who had been lying down on one of the old sofas across from Aziraphale's chair and secretly watching two raindrops "race" each other, turned away to meet Aziraphale's gaze. It made Aziraphale's corporation act a little funny; his breathing and heartbeat especially. Fleetingly, he wondered if something was wrong with it, before returning his attention to the demon sat opposite.

"Yeah?"

Aziraphale swallowed, fidgeting in his seat. "Do you think that I'm soft?"

Crowley frowned. "Obviously." He searched his face. "You say that like it's a bad thing, angel."

A sigh. "Well," Aziraphale said. "I rather suppose that it is."

Crowley's hand clutched into a fist. He sat up properly, his pupils larger than usual. "Who the Heaven told you that, angel?" he thundered. Aziraphale looked down, fiddling with a button on his coat. "Angel?" he prompted.

"Yes?"

"Who. Was. It?"

Aziraphale looked up at him from where he was sat. "It was Gabriel."

Crowley just stared at him for a second. Aziraphale felt his cheeks heating up. "It was who?"

"It was Gabriel!" Aziraphale admitted, raising his voice.

Crowley growled. "Should have known. When I get my hands on him, I'm gonna-"

"Please don't," Aziraphale said, his voice quiet. He sounded tired, Crowley realised. "He's not worth it."

Crowley raised an eyebrow at him. "You're not just doing this to protect him?"

"Well, I'm a protector, aren't I?" Aziraphale pointed out, with a smile. "But no."

"Good," Crowley responded. "Are you okay, Aziraphale?"

"Oh yes! Simply tickety boo."

Crowley rolled his eyes. "You don't sound okay to me," he said.

Aziraphale offered him a brittle smile. "I will be." His hands were shaking.

Crowley's eyes filled with concern. "Come here," he beckoned gently, standing up. He held his arms out. Aziraphale practically flew into his arms. A matter of seconds later, his shoulders began to shake with sobs.

"I'm sorry," he whispered through the tears.

"Don't be ridiculous. Don't have anything to be sorry for," he replied. Crowley ran a hand through Aziraphale's hair. "Soft inside and out. Soft hair. Soft body. Soft personality."

Aziraphale's sobs grew more frantic. "I know! I'm such a weak angel!"

Crowley pulled him in closer. "Nope. Protectors are warriors. You're strong, Aziraphale. You could be really bloody tough, if you chose to be. But you're not. You choose to be soft, and I love that about you. I love how soft you are."

Aziraphale felt his breath catch in his throat. "You really mean that?"

"Of course," Crowley said. They broke the hug off. Crowley took his thumb and wiped Aziraphale's tears away. His eyes looked even more beautiful than usual, somehow. They hadn't thought it possible.

"Thank you, dear. I didn't realise I could be both soft and strong."

"Well, you can," Crowley shrugged, opting to ignore the fact that the angel had just thanked him for something. "Now, what do you say to some hot chocolate and a relaxed afternoon? You sit down and read, I'll sort it out."

This time, Aziraphale's smile was soft. Wonderfully soft.

"There is nothing I would love more."

[l-lend]

a/n - Okay it's been a minute but another one for @clonexreaderbingo. This was a bit of a challenge since I've never written for Wolffe and Plo Koon so any feedback would be great.

Eager eyes watched from her perch on the sofa. Florescent costume jewelry encircled her tiny fingers as she gripped the back of the furniture. Her vigil quietly observed by her parents from the kitchen.

“How long has she been like this?” The clone commander asked.

The woman by his side exhaled an amused breath, “Since I told her you and I were going out.”

She turned to study his face as he regarded their daughter. Commander Wolffe was not the most outwardly expressive man, but with time spent together she had grown adept at discerning his mood. The spark in his left eye, the subtle curl of his lip. He saved his smiles for special occasions.

An amused huff blew from his nose as the child sprang from her post with a delighted squeal.

“He's here!”

With a squeeze of his hand from his lover, Wolffe ventured into the living room while his little one sprinted towards the door.

“He'shereHe'shereHe'shereHe'shereHe'shereHe'shereHe'shere!”

As soon as the front door slid open, the child pounced.

“Uncle Plo!”

The guest in question crouched down to the child's level.

“Hello, little pup.”

The two exchanged a brief hug before the Kel Dor's gaze traveled to lock onto the clone. Plo raised a hand in greeting.

“Apologies, I was kept later than usual.”

“It's no problem,” the woman replied emerging from the kitchen, “Selene's been busy setting up.”

“Uh huh, Mom helped me with the snacks.”

“Oh,” Plo turned his attention back to Selene, “another of your tea parties? I seem to remember Sinker enjoying them.”

Selene nodded enthusiastically, “Yeah! Wanna see?”

“I'd love to. If you give me a moment, I'll join you shortly.”

Wolffe's pup shot off. The sound of footfalls echoed down the hall.The adults sat in a moment of silence.

“Thank you for watching her.” Wolffe began.

The jedi's features crinkled, tinged with mirth, “It's no trouble. She's a welcomed break from the galaxy.”

A pair of hands grasped onto the clone's arm before he felt a familiar weight against his shoulder.

“We shouldn't be long.”

“Take all the time you need. However, I need to see about this tea party.”

“Wolffe?”

The commander's thoughts returned to his wife. Her features twisted in concern.

“Sorry, just...”

Her hand folded over his as if to bolster him.

“Work thoughts still going?”

He sighed in hopes of lifting the invisible weight off his chest.

“Selene was almost glad to see us go.”

Her features softened, “She doesn't get to see Plo too often.”

His flat gaze brushed away her attempts to cushion the blow.

“The war was easier, mesh'la. I could handle clankers.”

Her delicate fingers graced the underside of his chin, bringing his face back to her.

“She sees you trying,” She offered a smile, “just give her time.”

The clone commander chewed on her advice through the rest of their outing.

Selene frowned from her place at the head of her plastoid table.

“Something troubling you?”

The child's eyes remained on the brightly colored tea set.

“You've known my daddy a long time.”

The jedi master shifted on the seat he was perched on.

“I have. He and I helped a lot of people.”

“Do you think he likes me?”

Silence the span of a heart beat seemed to stretch for eternity. She fidgeted under his gaze. Plo took a breath as he meticulously picked his words.

“Do you know the name of your father's battalion?”

She nodded, “The wolf pack. There's a picture of a loth-wolf. Daddy has one.” Her fingers tapped her shoulder where a pauldron would sit.

Plo smiled, “You're right. Did he tell you the story about the loth-wolves?”

At the shake of her head, Plo began his tale.

“Loth-wolves are protectors. They scare off anything that would wish them harm, but all the loth-wolves come together to protect someone most precious.”

He glanced at her enraptured expression. Her body leaned forward as if to urge him on.

“One who was brave. She would feed them and care for them, and they vowed to defend her until the end.”

“Who was she?”

Plo tilted his head upward as if to ponder, “Princess Selene of the Cynthus moon.”

Her tiny jaw hit the floor. After a few moments, the child glanced from her plastoid table to a section of shelving that housed a variety of paper.

“Uncle Plo, can you help me with something?”

The commander and his wife soon shuffled in. However, something was amiss as Selene rocked back and forth on her heels.

“Daddy, I got something for you.”

At his piqued curiosity, he noticed both of her hands were hidden behind her back. She pursed her lips before she loosed a roll of her eyes. She was definitely his daughter.

“You gotta close your eyes first.”

A glance to his wife and a reassuring gesture from her, and his eyes slid closed. A ruffle of thick paper met his ears.

“Okay, you can look.”

His eyes immediately met the colorful paper that had seemingly suffered a glitter assault with a drawing that was similar to the artwork that was displayed in their kitchen. Selene held the paper aloft with a grin. The words 'You're Invited' penned in purple as well managed as her little hands could be.

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[daidi-dragan-glas]

⚜ Fear of Your Parents' Old Age ⚜

"There is a break in the family history, where the ages accumulate and overlap, and the natural order makes no sense: it’s when the child becomes the parent of their parent."

It’s when the father grows older and begins to move as if he were walking through fog. Slowly, slowly, imprecisely.

It’s when one of the parents who once held your hand firmly when you were little no longer wants to be alone.

It’s when the father, once strong and unbeatable, weakens and takes two breaths before rising from his seat.

It’s when the father, who once commanded and ordered, now only sighs, only groans, and searches for where the door and window are—every hallway now feels distant.

It’s when one of the parents, once willing and hardworking, struggles to dress themselves and forgets to take their medication.

And we, as their children, will do nothing but accept that we are responsible for that life.

The life that gave birth to us depends on our life to die in peace.

Every child is the parent of their parent's death. Perhaps the old age of a father or mother is, curiously, the final pregnancy.

Our last lesson. An opportunity to return the care and love they gave us for decades.

And just as we adapted our homes to care for our babies, blocking power outlets and setting up playpens, we will now rearrange the furniture for our parents.

The first transformation happens in the bathroom. We will be the parents of our parents, the ones who now install a grab bar in the shower.

The grab bar is emblematic. The grab bar is symbolic. The grab bar inaugurates the "unsteadiness of the waters."

Because the shower, simple and refreshing, now becomes a storm for the old feet of our protectors.

We cannot leave them for even a moment.

The home of someone who cares for their parents will have grab bars along the walls. And our arms will extend in the form of railings.

Aging is walking while holding onto objects; aging is even climbing stairs without steps. We will be strangers in our own homes. We will observe every detail with fear and unfamiliarity, with doubt and concern.

We will be architects, designers, frustrated engineers. How did we not foresee that our parents would get sick and need us?

We will regret the sofas, the statues, and the spiral staircase. We will regret all the obstacles and the carpet.

Happy is the child who becomes the parent of their parent before their death, and unfortunate is the child who only appears at the funeral and doesn't say goodbye a little each day.

My friend *Joseph Klein accompanied his father until his final moments.

In the hospital, the nurse was maneuvering to move him from the bed to the stretcher, trying to change the sheets when Joe shouted from his seat: Let me help you. He gathered his strength and, for the first time, took his father into his arms. He placed his father's face against his chest.

He cradled his father, consumed by cancer: small, wrinkled, fragile, trembling. He held him for a long time, the time equivalent to his childhood, the time equivalent to his adolescence, a long time, an endless time. By Your Side Nothing Hurts

Rocking his father back and forth. Caressing his father. Calming his father. And he said softly:

⚜ I'm here, I'm here, Dad! "What a father wants to hear at the end of his life is that his child is there."

I love you, Dad, wherever you are, I always think of you, I will never forget you...

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[qin-shi-king]

"Ah...I like this seat a lot better than the heal-tube..." The Emperor sits on the cushioned sofa with a beaming smile, "Now, I want a chat!"

I should note that I do work a 40h per week job and that my timezone is CET//UTC+1.

So posting maybe wonky, and seem random!

Please do not use explicit nsfw, flirts are okay within reason. Please do not use any slurs you cannot reclaim, even then I'd prefer the use of none. I read the manga.

Please don't behead me, I use the translator when Qin Shi Huang speaks chinese-

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[ghosttownwherenoonegoes]

I'm thinking of coming home to the Munson trailer and seeing that Uncle Wayne is already there. There's a lump in your throat, and you approach the sofa easily, taking your place on the seat next to Uncle Wayne. He glances at you over his shoulder, reads you with a long glance down your body and then back up again (you've seen it on Eddie many a time and it warms your heart to see where he got it from), and leans back in his seat. His arm comes up, an invitation, and you take your place without even thinking about it, nuzzling the side of your head against that red and blue flannel you cherish so very much. Neither of you have spoken yet, and before you know it, you're crying. Long and hard, the weight of the world sliding off your shoulders and falling into Uncle Wayne's lap. He shuffles it around, until he can hold his own weight, and Eddie's, and yours, and he does it seamlessly. He's a natural guardian, a protector, a caretaker.

Uncle Wayne takes care of what's his.

"You just get it out, Y/N, just like you are. Ain't good to keep that shit inside. I've seen you fight some demons in my time, and believe you me this is just another of 'em. But you got me and you got my son, so you ain't alone, you hear me?"

You plan to sit there 'til you're not crying anymore but Uncle Wayne doesn't let you go. His hands are warm, his fingers tough and calloused but gentle, his demeanour gruff but well-intentioned, his heart kind but full of anger; he uses that and channels it until it becomes love for his family.

You and Eddie.

Eventually, you're hugging him, and he's cradling you into his side, keeping you tucked up against him. A strong wall for you to lean on, and you do, putting your head above where you can feel his heart, slow and steady. Through the chaos of your life, Uncle Wayne holds firm, and you realise the Munson Doctrine rings true:

Don't panic unless Uncle Wayne does.

If he's not panicking, it'll be okay.💖

You close your eyes with a world-weary sigh and Uncle Wayne huffs. "Me too, kid. Me too." He squeezes you into a hug, and you slip into a light sleep, held by one of your two favourite people in the world.

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[takeariskao3]

Hey Hannah, how would you describe Lily and Ruby’s relationship with James? We know the girls are close but are they close with James or is more of a lone wolf? If you want to write a one shot of this… I wouldn’t mind at all 😉

first of all, i love you for asking me this. second of all, i think like with most sibling relationships it evolves. Lily definitely considers herself james' protector for a time until he grows up enough and starts annoying her. i think once they reach late teens and adulthood though, all three of them are pretty tight knit. having harry potter and ginny weasley as your parents isn't a universal experience so it'd be hard to find other people who could relate to something like that and understand it.

so, more than being siblings, they have unique and shared history they bond over and support each other through <3

and since i am literally incapable of saying no to a next gen oneshot, here ya go:

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"It's just so unfair!"

Ruby snorted at the whinge in Lily's voice and reached for another spoonful of batter.

"Look at this," Lily grabbed for where Dad sat on the sofa. Placing her hands on either side of his head, she wheeled him around to face the kitchen. "This is what I have to work with!"

Dad shrugged her off with a grimace.

"Hey!" Mum grinned as she pulled a tray of fully baked biscuits from the oven. "I like your dad's hair."

"Me too," Ruby chastised.

Lily's answering scowl was full of impatience. "Easy for you to say! Your hair lies flat!"

Unable to disagree, Ruby finished placing her dough on the sheet and handed it over to Mum.

"It grows in every direction," Lily turned her attention back to the top of Dad's head, pulling his locks side to side and back and forth. Dad staunchly ignored her, continuing to read the paper as if she wasn't even there. "And this bit here, what's the point of it growing upwards on the back?"

Brushing the dough from her hands, Ruby let out a resigned sigh. "Will you stop complaining and come here?"

Lily rolled her eyes, but crossed the room and collapsed into a dining chair anyway. Ruby set to work separating her sister's hair into two sections, and she had to admit it was rather chaotic, especially when left on its own for too long. She didn't dare say this aloud, however, for fear of increasing Lily's already jittery mood.

"Make it tight," Lily instructed as Ruby began to plait. "I don't want it falling out halfway through the night."

Ruby hid her smile behind Lily's back and started all over again.

The smell of fresh out of the oven dessert soon lured James into the kitchen and he took three biscuits off the tray before sitting down at the table. Mum ruffled his hair, so similar to Dad's and Lily's, as she began clearing away the mixing bowl and baking mess.

"Hey, Dad?" Lily asked once Ruby had finished tying off the first braid and began on the second. "Can you take down the wards before they arrive?"

Dad looked up from his paper incredulously.

"Please?" Lily begged in a sing-song voice.

"Absolutely not." Shaking his head, Dad turned back to his Evening Prophet.

"But you have to!" Lily implored. "Otherwise it'll look to them like I'm standing in front of an empty field!"

"Tell them the house is behind the trees," Ruby suggested.

"Or that we live in a commune that doesn't believe in houses," Mum added unhelpfully.

"Or," James chimed in, "Don't go on dates with Muggles in the first place."

The room went deathly quiet, Ruby's fingers stilling in Lily's hair while Mum froze with dish soap and a scrub brush in her hands.

Dad turned slowly in his seat, looking over the four of them in turn and focusing on James last.

"What did you just say?"

James, who seemed to know he'd just blundered horribly, stammered, "I- I- I mean... I was just... What do I know?"

He chuckled uncomfortably, but Ruby could tell Dad didn’t buy it.

Turning to Mum, Dad raised his eyebrows. “She’s going on a date? You said it was a group of kids from the village.”

"It is a group of kids from the village," Mum reassured quickly, but she didn't quite meet Dad's eye. She set the sponge to work with a tap of her wand and finished, "She just so happens to like one of those kids."

"MUM!" Lily roared, her face flushing pink in embarrassment.

James covered his mouth to hold in his laugh; Lily reached around to swat him.

"Hold still!" Ruby ordered, almost losing her grip on Lily's hair.

Dad continued to stare at Mum like he'd just been stupified.

"Oh, don't look at me like that," Mum huffed impatiently. "What did you expect?"

"I didn't expect to find out our daughter was going on a date from a nine year old! You're supposed to tell me this kind of stuff."

"It's not a date!" Lily cried, clearly mortified.

"She's fifteen," Mum replied matter-of-factly. "She likes a boy, so what? Should we tell them what we got up to when we were fifteen?"

Ruby, her sister, and her brother all let loose sounds of utter disgust.

"Not like that." Mum waved them off. Dad didn't seem all that cowed by her threat to reveal their teenage years, but eventually he grumbled something that sounded like a swear word and turned to Lily with a serious look on his face.

"You're home by ten," he snapped. Lily breathed out a sigh of relief that was a bit premature, because then Dad added, "And no snogging!"

Ruby and James gagged out more revulsion, while Lily buried her face in her hands and groaned.

[stainedpast]

There is no wasting when it comes to them, a part of his life he is unwilling to let go of or sacrifice no matter how big the price of clinging to it is. The RAGE and WRATH of his father included. No; Bogdan has no right to call them names, to ridicule them like that, take joy in lessening what makes them who they are, of a part of their past, present and future, a part of their identity. ❝ No! ❞ Have they ever seen him this angry? This hurt? His voice coarse, almost growling in the way he lets out his disagreement. ❝ He should know better! ❞ True; had the tables been turned, had it been Bogdan’s wife being talked about in such a humiliating way, HELL would have been let loose on earth; they know better than to attack a partner, a loved one without the expectation of consequences, no matter how HARSH, how UGLY and out of line for their act was too.

The words of their past almost soften him, but the protectiveness in his chest surfaces, more ANGER seeping on top of anger. Maybe there is wisdom in the way life has deprived him of sharing his parents, never having a brother or a sister; he would have been like FIRE, engulfing whatever on its path had they been mistreated, even if by their own family, by his parents. He wishes their father was right here in front of him so he can land a fist to the face of such CRUELTY and UGLINESS. He contains his anger, the need to break something, a hand brushing back the strands of hair on his forehead as he sits on the edge of the sofa, dirtying it with blood and maybe fragments of broken glass. ❝ You were protecting Harv.. ❞ It almost sounds sad, the way he lets it settle into the air, realization of how much Two Face has went through only to be perceived as a threat, as a calamity, when all they are is the SHIELD that took the assaults and damage, the SWORD that wavered and struck those who dared to touch a hair on their other half. Still does despite the cuts and scars of every battle, always there, a PROTECTOR.

His hand, soft despite the blood on it both from the lives he has taken and for the literal presence when he broke the mirror a moment ago in anger and frustration, reaches for theirs, fingers barely holding onto theirs with a little pull as if to encourage them to join him onto the seat, his head dipped a little, gaze onto the ground below. ❝ I’m sorry he can be a dick.. ❞ As he is sorry for everything they have been through despite it not being his own doing but the INEQUALITY of the world. Oh how this ordeal brings back memories, both pleasant and menacing. The arguments he once had for the choices he has made in life, his profession, not showing the world the PRIDE of being part of Netto mafia family, only doing so under the shadows. Not the life his father has either imagined nor wished for him to have, no, they wanted him to be a successor in the eyes of the public too, but they sufficed with his discrete loyalty; the know he would never turn his back on his family even if it meant DEATH.

@halfdent : “ don’t waste yer breath , Leo , ‘specifically when yer pops is concerned . Know a thing or two ‘bout disrespectin’ the old man , where that gets ya . Nothin’ we ain’t heard before . Our own pops thought little runt Harv was possessed . Calls me an omen . Got us an exorcist one time when playin’ Babe Ruth on our stomach didn’t do the trick in snuffin’ me out .”

A nod to himself , not that Harvey was listening. The goody toe shoes always got off easy on the traumatic memory front .

“ likes I says ; nothin’ we ain’t heard before .”

[march-harrigan]

*cracks every bone in my body* RADICAL DUDE

SO

Can you do a set of headcanons with Arkahmverse! Jervis and the reader that is the exact opposite of him? Like she’s (preferable a female! reader but it can also be gn) always is wearing leather, rides a motorcycle, and is all tough? But as soon as she talks to Jervis she immediately becomes all soft and gooey and can’t help gushing over him? (Romantically)

:)

YOU'VE GOT IT, BUDDY

Headcanons for Arkham!Jervis with his total opposite, biker babe!

He'd just been 'released' from Arkham the night he met her.

He was trying to make his way back to his old hideout. Problem was, it was in a rough part of town and he hadn't 'recruited' any rabbits yet.

Some might think this would make him an easy target. And you can bet they'll take advantage of that.

Luckily, he had a leather clad guardian angel looking out for him that night.

From the moment she knocked the first guy out, he was smitten.

By the time she'd finished the fight, he was madly in love.

He approaches his stony-faced protector, tugging at her sleeve.

And proceeds to babble his thanks to her at a mile a minute the moment she turns around.

It's hard to make out what he's saying in all of his excitement, but she definitely catches several uses of the words 'strong' and 'beautiful'.

He's usually better with words than this, he promises.

She. Melts.

He is so sweet. CUTE even. It might even be enough to make this tough lady tear up a little. But before she knows it, she's talking and laughing with him, enjoying every moment she can get of his company.

From that night onward, they're inseparable.

Alice who?

These two are the kind of couple that mutually fawn over each other every moment they're together.

The gushy kind that makes their friends physically ill with public displays of affection.

We're talking pet names, cuddling when they sit down, holding hands when they're walking, the works.

"I love you more!" "No, I love you more!"

Jervis has never been so happy in his life.

She can easily pick him up and he will let her.

Not only that, but he'll request it of her.

Bridal style, caveman style, football style... He doesn't care. As long as he's being held by her.

He tries to impress her a time or two by riding her bike.

By the time he manages to climb on, he starts to get nervous.

She kisses him and reassures him that he doesn't need to prove anything to her. She loves him for the sweet little man he is.

Instead, he proudly rides bitch behind her.

He even mixes up his look a little. A fusion of his usual Victorian costume and biker leather.

He's not bothered that it's called the bitch seat, by the way.

In fact, you should hear the amused chuckle that comes out of this man when he learns the terminology.

They get matching tattoos.

Tea parties were never really her thing. She doesn't even like tea all that much.

"That's because you've never had it made properly dear!" Jervis insists.

She loves and trusts her sweet little tea biscuit and agrees to try what he's made(and no, there are no psychoactives, he would never do that to his dearest biker angel).

It's. Delicious!

From that point on, she'll drink tea whenever he makes it.

She's actually overwhelmed by just how many different varieties of tea there are(a varieTEA, if you will). She wants to try everything he has.

After tea, they cuddle up on the sofa with a blanket and she plays with his hair while he reads to her. Usually Alice in Wonderland, but he's willing to switch it up for her entertainment.

Truth be told though, she just likes doting on him and listening to his voice.

They often fall asleep like this.

[liebgotts-lovergirl]

Fire On Fire: Chapter 26 Part 1

(Ch. 25) ... (Ch. 1)

II Gallery II Symbol Guide II

Summary: Just a girl stretching her wings.

WARNINGS: The usual espionage stuff, Lewis Nixon's functional alcoholism lol

A/N: Sorry y'all, Ik it's been a hot minute!! I've been Going Thru It™ again lol, as one does, but I'm back again momentarily! We'll see how long this lasts

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Contemporary: December 1st, 1944. Resistance Safehouse, Signy-l’Abbaye, France.

Alix was always uneasy when it stormed but especially at night.

The downpour battering the rooftop overhead, the howling wind and deafening thunder, the pattering droplets pelting the tree leaves outside in the darkness, all of it was to the enemy's advantage. 

It could mask the sound of approaching footsteps, swallow the screams of any victim, even disguise gunshots.

If an attack was coming, it was bound to come during a storm.

So naturally, when she thought she heard a rattling coming from the back door, Alix stopped her pacing and dropped into a crouch, her usual dagger in one hand and a throwing knife in the other as she crept behind a small, sturdy end table and waited.

The moment the door creaked open, the spy sprung from her hiding place as her training kicked in. Forcing the intruder to the nearest wall, a knife pressed against his throat before he could blink, Alix was about to remove his hood with her other hand just as he spoke with a voice still somehow as languid and droll as a Sunday morning:

"Oh good, you're still sharp."

The OSS assassin instantly took a step back and sheathed her knife.

"Goddammit, Nix," she groaned, releasing a breath she hadn't even known she'd been holding.

"You scared me half to death. How’s Joe doing?” 

“Well hello to you too,” her case officer deadpanned as he tossed back his hood and began to unbutton his coat, clearly somewhat miffed.

"Don't worry, I'm fine, you only almost skewered me is all." 

“Yeah, sorry about that," Alix commented over her shoulder as she checked the door lock. "Anyway, how are my boys? How's Joe and Skip and-"

But turning around, she was in an empty room again. With a roll of her eyes, the spy weaved her way back from the hall and into the living room where Captain Nixon was making himself comfortable--albeit dramatically-- in his usual armchair, a thick folder in his hands. 

"So, what's the dope?" Alix piped up brightly and her handler barked out a laugh. 

"Well Liebgott seems to've designated himself protector of the pack, by the look of things. Wherever they go, he goes too. I don’t know if you asked him to do that or…?” 

“I didn’t,” Alix replied as she struggled to wrap her head around why Joe would even bother. 

“Well regardless, I come bearing gifts," he announced, leaning forward to plop the folder onto the coffee table, sending a cloud of dust billowing towards the ceiling. 

“If that's another after-action report, vaffanculo," Alix remarked, taking a seat on the sofa across from him.

"I've already typed up at least ten of them for you today, Nix, and my hands are cramping. You want it done, do it yourself." 

"Oh c’mon, relax," Nixon scoffed, taking a swig from his flask and lowering his voice to an exaggerated stage-whisper dripping with sarcasm. 

“What is it, Runt, ‘that time of the month’ or something?”

 

“Just finished actually, not that you care,” Alix bit back and her handler visibly recoiled. 

“Didn’t need to know that,” the thirty-something replied, making a face reminiscent of Gio's when the family doctor had given him castor oil for his stomach troubles.

He'd looked about as green in the gills as the Captain did now and Alix rolled her eyes with a snicker.

Men could be so juvenile. 

“Then don’t ask, Nix."

“Well it’s not another AAR, alright,” Nixon said airily with a lazy, one-handed mock-bow.

“So you’re welcome.” 

“I don’t recall ever receiving a Thank-You for typing all your shit in the first place," Alix pointed out, stretching her legs lazily as she lounged on the couch. 

“Well–" 

He took another long gulp of his whiskey before continuing,

"You see, Runt, the great thing about being an authority figure is--"

"Yeah, yeah, get your kicks," the spy remarked with a roll of her eyes before cutting straight to the point, leaning forward in her cushioned seat so she could better scrutinize her handler.

"So level with me, Nix: Why're you here? You wouldn't be bringing me a folder that big for no reason and if it's not AAR's...?" 

Alix trailed off, some of her long raven tresses escaping from her ponytail as she shook her head.

Gesturing with his flask and sending small droplets of whiskey sloshing onto the moth-eaten throw rug, Captain Nixon motioned wordlessly for her to open the folder.

Obliging, Alix neatly lifted the folder's cover and was momentarily stunned. 

Inside was a mountain of paperwork, topped by a red passport with Cyrillic lettering embossed on the front of it, a permanent propiska or residency permit from Moscow as well as additional travel papers. 

"So," Nixon asked, barely containing a satisfied chuckle like a proud parent watching their child open Christmas presents.

"How's your Russian sounding, Runt?" 

"Probably better than yours," Alix quipped easily as she lit up a cigarette, still waiting for Nixon to elaborate. 

Her case officer cracked a grin at her joke. 

“Good because you’re going to need it. You've got an assignment."

"In Russia?" Alix was aghast and instantly dropped the folder back onto the coffee table as though it was a hot coal but Nixon barked out another laugh. 

"Not unless you have a death wish."

With that, he took another swig of his whiskey before continuing amiably, 

"No, your newest assignment is going to be much closer to home. How does Paris sound?" 

"Paris?! That's swell!" Alix whooped, swinging her legs off the shoddy sofa and sending her book clattering to the floor in her elation.

"Thought you might like that," Nixon chuckled. "You've read up on Major Kieffer, right?" 

Alix cocked an eyebrow. 

"You mean Hans Josef Kieffer? The head of the Parisian Sicher…Sicher…"

"Sicherheitsdienst," Nixon added helpfully. 

Alix took a grateful stab in the air with her cigarette and replied, "Yeah exactly, that.”

"Looks like somebody read the notes after all," her case officer snarked and the spy rolled her eyes bemusedly. 

"Oh don't act so shocked," she scolded with an expression of mock-reproach. 

"I do pay attention when I type, you know." 

"Could've fooled me" was the sardonic reply and Alix hurled one of the deflated-looking throw pillows at his head, which the older intelligence officer batted away with his free hand. 

Alix took a drag of her cigarette, speaking on the exhale and letting the smoke dissipate with her words. 

"So you going to fill me in on the op, Nix, or do I have to do everything myself?" 

Now it was Nixon's turn to roll his eyes. 

"You can read, can't you?" he remarked dryly but Alix crossed her arms doggedly. 

"You know as well as I do that nothing important goes on paper, Nix." 

"You got that from me, you little shit," he grumbled, taking a final drink before screwing the cap of his flask shut with a slight rattle, muttering something about using his own words against him.

Once the dark-haired man had retrieved a handful of caramels from his rations to snack on, the time had finally come to divulge much-needed information.

"Alright, so here’s the dope," he began, popping a candy in his mouth before steepling his fingers like one of her mother’s gossipy friends at tea.

"Kieffer's birthday is in 3 days and being a public official, it's kind of a big deal so his cronies are throwing him some glitzy gala or whatever to celebrate, some sort of masquerade shindig, you know the type."

The captain took a brief pause to gnaw through his second caramel before continuing,

"By the sound of it, it’s going to be a real Who’s Who of upper-crust Krauts so of course Donovan being Donovan, he got you– Well, ‘Tanya’– an invitation.” 

Crumpling up the wrappers in his fist, Nixon gestured vaguely, 

"You put on a mask, you dance, you take out some Krauts on the fringes while no one's looking, conduct an interrogation or two...Piece of cake, really."

Alix narrowed her eyes, her mind racing with suspicion. This sounded too easy. 

“So what’s the catch?" she burst out. There's always a catch." 

"See, this is why I wanted you to just read through the folder," Nixon remarked through a mouthful of his third caramel block.

"If I wanted the third degree, I'd go back to HQ."

"Stop stalling," Alix pressed, beginning to bounce her knee with such anxious vigor that she could hear the floorboards creaking their complaints. "What's the bad news?" 

"You can read about it later," her case officer replied cryptically as he finished chewing.

"The Gestapo have an APB out for you so the first order of business is disguise. Everybody-- and I mean Everybody from the SD to the Milice-- is looking for you. Krauts are sick of you flitting away."

He lit up a cigarette, the worry lines creasing his forehead making him appear almost twice his actual age.

"One million Francs to the man, woman, or child apparently, who brings in Der Schwarze Schmetterling– The Black Butterfly." 

The Gestapo wanted her badly enough to give her a nickname? 

Alix wasn't sure whether to be flattered or horrified. 

“And with Le Fantôme making it his personal mission to hunt you down, your cover needs to be rock-solid. No one’s ever seen him face-to-face but he's still somehow gotten hundreds of Allied agents arrested!"

“Then how do we even know he exists?” the spy retorted skeptically. “Sounds like agitprop to me.” 

“Guy's all over Kraut radio. Unfortunately, he’s very real–" 

Her case officer took a strong puff of his cigarette as though attempting to summon some strength from the smoke. 

“And he’ll be at Kieffer’s birthday shindig somewhere, you can bet on it."

"Well, that's just great." Alix remarked facetiously. "Eight different agents in the program and they chose the one with the bounty on her head to go in solo. This oughta be a real cakewalk." 

"Hey!” Her case officer's voice rose with indignation and he sat forward immediately, brotherly concern written all over his face. 

“Who said anything about you going in alone? You really think I'd abandon you in a goddamn pit of vipers?"  

"Maybe I'm a discard" was Alix's automatic reply but the unexpected scrunching of his brows instantly made her regret it. 

“Well you’re not," her case officer snapped, hands gripping the chair’s arms, but Alix could still detect the faint pang of hurt in his tone at her mistrust. 

After all, Captain Nixon had visited her weekly. 

He had kept her updated on the outside world, brought her playing cards from Don so they could play Go Fish and even broke up the monotony by bringing her newspapers when he could grab one.

Even typing his AAR's, she realized, had its purpose: to keep her busy and in the know.

Yes, he'd made a joke out of the task, his perpetual smugness never wavering, but it had a purpose after all.

He had been playing a role, helping her to stay informed without even realizing it, through the guise of simply being too lazy to do it himself.

She must have grown on him some after all.

Alix knew she should probably apologize for doubting him but the memory of him scaring her half to death earlier quickly changed her mind.

No, fuck that, she thought wryly. It'd be a cold day in Hell before she'd apologize to Lewis Nixon.

"So who's my partner?" she asked instead.

"Fresh meat," was the dismissive reply as he reached for the folder. "Now--"

He began rifling through its contents, the rumbling undercurrent of laughter in his voice telling her that her doubts were water under the bridge.

"--if you're done being a pain in my ass--"

Without even a second's hesitation, he plucked a packet from near the bottom of the stack and tossed it over for her to catch before sitting back in his chair with his usual cryptic smirk.

"-- We can get down to business.” 

[fionafelicia]

Protector.

Today, I have a dream about Leedo. In my dream, i walked in living room, saw Leedo on sofa, reading newspaper. He wear white t-shirt, black tracksuit, his long hair been tie up. I look the porch, I see the SUV's door on passenger site are slightly open, I tell him that I want to check on it.

I open the door, and see a few candy wrappers and tissues on floor. I pick up the trash and sit on passenger seat. Suddenly I feel the suv been pushed forward, it like someone pushing your back. And then, the second and third push become aggressive, almost crash the wall. I got panic and quickly pulled hand break. Leedo rushing to me, he doesn't say anything, I stare at him and say " scare" . He hug me and ask me " Are you feel afraid?" I just nod my head while hugging his body, not realise that my body shivering. I feel my lips on his neck, his skin soft, moist and also warm. He take me inside house, I see Hwan Woong, Keonhee and Xion at living room. They ask some questions and Leedo explain to them.

Ravn and Seoho check the SUV and not found anything. But Ravn want send to workshop for technical issues.

[curtainsdubai21612]

Sofas: The Heart of Your Living Space

A Sofa is more than just a piece of furniture; it's the centerpiece of your living room, where family and friends gather, relax, and create lasting memories. With so many styles, materials, and sizes available, choosing the right sofa can significantly impact your home's comfort and aesthetic appeal. This article explores the benefits of investing in a high-quality sofa, answers common queries, and offers tips on selecting the perfect one for your space.

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Use Fabric Protectors: Consider using fabric protectors to repel stains and make cleaning easier, especially for fabric sofas.

Benefits of Investing in the Right Sofa

Enhances Comfort: A comfortable sofa encourages relaxation and makes your living area more inviting.

Improves Aesthetic Appeal: The right sofa can tie your room together, enhancing its overall design.

Promotes Social Interaction: Sofas create a gathering spot for family and friends, fostering connection and conversation.

Adds Value to Your Home: A high-quality sofa is an investment that can enhance the value of your living space, appealing to potential buyers if you decide to sell.

Conclusion

A sofa is an essential piece of furniture that significantly impacts your home's comfort and style. By investing in a quality sofa, you ensure that your living space is not only beautiful but also functional. Addressing common queries about types, sizes, materials, and maintenance helps you make an informed decision when selecting the perfect sofa for your home. Whether you're curling up with a good book or entertaining guests, the right sofa creates a welcoming atmosphere that enhances your living experience. Embrace comfort, style, and durability by choosing the perfect sofa that will serve as the heart of your living space for years to come.

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How to Protect Your Furniture from Everyday Damage

Your furniture is more than just stuff—it’s part of what makes your house feel like home. Whether it's that cozy couch you curl up on after a long day, or the sleek dining table where you gather for meals, your pieces deserve some love. But life happens—scratches, stains, fading—and before you know it, your favorite pieces start looking worn out. Don't worry! With a few simple tricks, you can keep your furniture looking as fresh as the day you got it. Let’s dive into how to save your furniture from common types of damage, one step at a time.

1. Scratches: The Silent Saboteur

Nothing ages furniture quite like scratches. They seem to appear out of nowhere, making your once-pristine surfaces look rough and weathered. Whether it’s the result of pet claws, dropping keys, or just daily life, scratches are inevitable. But don’t let them win!

✨ Here’s how to keep your furniture scratch-free:

Coasters = lifesavers: Trust me, always use a coaster. That coffee mug or glass of iced tea might seem harmless, but one spill or scratch and your table could be forever scarred (literally).

Keep sharp objects far, far away: This one’s key! Whether it's keys, scissors, or kids’ toys, be mindful about what you leave lying around. Delicate surfaces like polished wood or leather are especially prone to scratches.

Mats are your best friends: If you’re displaying décor like vases or sculptures, put a soft mat underneath to avoid accidental scratches. Plus, they add a cute aesthetic touch.

Quick fixes for scratches: Already see some damage? Don’t worry—touch-up pens are your new BFF. They’re easy to use and come in a range of shades to match your wood furniture. A little dab and that scratch will be barely noticeable.

2. Stains: The Couch’s Worst Nightmare

Upholstered furniture + drinks = potential disaster. No one plans to spill coffee or wine on their favorite chair, but when it happens, stains can be stubborn and hard to remove. Thankfully, prevention is easier than you might think.

✨ How to avoid the dreaded stains:

Blot, don’t rub: The first rule of stain club: if you spill, grab a cloth and blot it immediately. Rubbing can push the stain deeper into the fabric and make it spread.

Stain-resistant treatments are a game-changer: Spritzing your sofas and chairs with a stain protector can give them an invisible shield, especially for high-traffic areas or if you have kids or pets.

Vacuum often: Regular vacuuming doesn’t just remove dust and crumbs, but it can prevent those small particles from embedding themselves into your upholstery over time.

Slipcovers are your secret weapon: Slipcovers might feel a bit old-school, but they’re making a comeback. Not only do they protect your upholstery, but they’re easy to toss in the wash when life gets messy.

3. Fading: When the Sun’s Beauty Becomes Furniture’s Enemy

Sunlight streaming through your window may brighten up your space, but it can also dull your furniture’s beauty. Prolonged exposure to sunlight can fade fabric, bleach wood, and take the vibrancy right out of your favorite pieces.

✨ Here’s how to fight back against fading:

Position smartly: Try placing furniture in spots where they aren’t in direct sunlight all day. Use curtains, blinds, or shades to filter harsh rays and protect your furniture’s color.

UV-resistant covers for outdoor pieces: If you’ve got patio furniture or any outdoor seating, invest in UV-blocking covers or apply a UV-protective coating. It’s a simple solution that can save your outdoor furniture from looking washed out after just one summer.

Move delicate pieces away from windows: Some items, like a vintage wooden dresser or a velvet sofa, might be particularly sensitive to sunlight. Simply moving them a few feet away from a window can make all the difference.

4. Wear and Tear: The Signs of Life Lived on Your Furniture

You use your furniture every day—of course it’s going to show some wear and tear over time. But that doesn’t mean you can’t keep it looking and working great for years to come. A little maintenance goes a long way.

✨ Tips for keeping wear and tear under control:

Tighten screws and bolts regularly: Loose screws can lead to wobbly furniture, which not only looks bad but can make your pieces less sturdy. A quick check every now and then will keep everything stable.

Oil the moving parts: Got drawers that stick or doors that creak? A bit of lubrication will keep them gliding smoothly. A little goes a long way.

Don’t let small problems become big ones: Notice a wobbly chair leg or a loose joint? Fix it now rather than later. Catching these issues early can prevent more extensive (and expensive) damage.

Cushion your cushions: Use armrest covers or seat protectors for areas that see the most use. These subtle additions can preserve your sofa’s fabric and padding, keeping it comfy and intact.

5. Loose Joints: Wobble, No More!

There’s nothing worse than sitting on a chair that feels like it might collapse. Over time, joints in chairs, tables, and other furniture can loosen, but you can restore stability with a little attention.

✨ Here’s how to keep your furniture sturdy:

Check for loose joints: Every now and then, give your chairs and tables a shake. If they’re wobbling, it’s time to take action.

Tighten bolts and screws: Sometimes, all it takes is a quick turn of a screwdriver or wrench to bring stability back.

Use wood glue: For wooden furniture, a bit of wood glue in a loose joint can help solidify the connection. Just be sure to wipe away any excess glue before it dries.

6. Upholstery Damage: Watch Out for Claws, Spills, and General Mayhem

If you have upholstered furniture, you know the struggle of keeping it safe from spills, pet claws, and everyday use. Upholstery is especially vulnerable, but with a few mindful habits, you can prevent major damage.

✨ How to keep your upholstery pristine:

Trim your pets' claws: Your pets may be adorable, but their claws can do serious damage to your fabric. Keeping them trimmed can prevent snagging and scratches.

Cover it up: For furniture that sees a lot of action (looking at you, living room sofa), consider using covers or throws. They’re easy to wash and can add a stylish touch while protecting your upholstery.

Condition your leather: If you’ve got leather furniture, keep it soft and supple with a leather conditioner. This will prevent cracking and make the material more resistant to damage over time.

Reupholster when needed: If your upholstery is beyond saving, consider reupholstering the piece. It’s a great way to give your furniture a fresh new look without replacing it entirely.

7. Water Damage: The Sneaky Destroyer of Wood

Water and wood don’t mix. Whether it’s a drink spill or a leaky window, water can cause your wooden furniture to warp, swell, or even grow mold.

✨ Waterproof your furniture:

Clean up spills ASAP: This is non-negotiable. The longer water sits, the more damage it can do.

Apply water-resistant finishes: Especially in moisture-prone areas like kitchens and bathrooms, using a water-resistant finish on your wood furniture can prevent long-term damage.

Keep furniture away from moisture: Be mindful of where you place wooden pieces. Keep them clear of damp areas or leaky spots in your home.

8. Heat Damage: The Unseen Threat

Ever set a hot dish or appliance on your wooden table, only to discover a burn mark later? Heat can damage surfaces fast, causing burns or discoloration that’s hard to fix.

✨ How to protect against heat:

Use trivets and heat pads religiously: Hot pots, pans, and appliances should never go directly on your furniture. A trivet or heat pad is an absolute must.

Choose heat-resistant finishes: If you know your furniture is going to be exposed to heat (like in the kitchen), opt for pieces that come with heat-resistant finishes.

9. Mold & Mildew: Keep It Fresh, Keep It Dry

Mold and mildew thrive in damp environments, and once they settle into your furniture, they’re tough to get rid of. But with a few precautions, you can avoid the mold nightmare altogether.

✨ How to stay mold-free:

Good ventilation is key: Make sure your furniture isn’t in a spot where it’s constantly exposed to moisture. Good airflow can prevent mold from taking hold.

Clean regularly: Dusting and cleaning your furniture often will help prevent mold growth.

Use dehumidifiers in humid areas: If you live in a humid climate or have a room that tends to stay damp, a dehumidifier can be a lifesaver. It’ll keep moisture levels low and help your furniture stay dry.

10. Insects: The Hidden Destroyers

Insects, especially termites, can wreak havoc on your wood furniture. Once they infest a piece, it can be hard to reverse the damage, so prevention is essential.

✨ Bug-proof your furniture:

Inspect regularly: Look for signs of insect activity, like small holes or sawdust around your furniture.

Use insect-resistant treatments: Applying treatments to your wood furniture can prevent insects from making it their home.

Call pest control if necessary: If you spot an infestation, don’t wait. A professional exterminator can help you save your furniture before the damage becomes irreversible.

The Bottom Line: Your Furniture Deserves the Best

Your furniture isn’t just functional—it’s an investment in your home’s comfort and style. By taking a few simple steps to protect it from damage, you can keep it looking gorgeous and working well for years to come. Whether it’s your beloved velvet sofa or a mid century coffee table, a little care goes a long way.

For more tips on keeping your home’s furniture in tip-top shape, follow experts and dive into the furniture-loving communities out there. Trust me, it’s worth it!

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What Are The Must-Have Items In A Student Furniture Package?

Starting university is a thrilling time, but making your student living space ready can seem hard. If you plan your furniture carefully, it can make your new place like home and offer what you need for studying, unwinding, and meeting friends. 

A comfortable bed

Study desk and chair

Storage solutions

Seating area

Soft furnishings

Functional extras for work

Tech essentials

A comfortable bed

Your bed is likely the most important furniture piece in your student's place to live. After long days of teaching, studying, and being with friends, you need a place that's comfy to sleep. Many student furniture packages come with a bed frame, mattress, and sometimes even a headboard. 

Study desk and chair

A space for studying devotedly is very important for doing well in school. A strong table and a cozy chair are all needed to make a room where you can work effectively. Choose a desk that has enough space for your laptop, books, and study things. Some desks have their own storage, such as drawers or shelves, which can be very helpful to keep your area tidy. 

Storage solutions

Storage where space is limited is a very important part of any student furniture set. Because there is not much space in places where students live, clever ways to keep things organized can help you keep everything neat and easy to find. Look for a wardrobe or closet to store your clothes, a chest of drawers for little things, and some shelves for books and decoration items. Also, under-bed storage boxes or bins are very useful for using your space well.

Seating area

A room feels more friendly and useful when it has a comfortable sitting place. This could be a small sofa, an armchair, or even some bean bags. These places to sit give you a spot to rest, to watch TV, or to have fun with friends. Pick items in the furniture pack that are simple to shift and don't use much room. Furniture that can be moved easily around is great for tiny rooms of students.

Soft furnishings

Soft items can make your place to stay as a student feels more like home and comfortable. These things are also not very expensive and can be easily changed if you want to change the look of your room. Making your room feel like it is only yours can be done by adding personal touches. 

Functional extras for work

There are a few more things that can improve how your student's home works. A basket for washing clothes, or a hamper, is very necessary to keep dirty clothes orderly. A little shelf or bookcase can give more places to keep textbooks and other things. A coat rack or hooks for bags and coats can help make your space tidy.

Tech essentials

Don't forget about your technology needs. A power strip or surge protector with many outlets can be a great help for charging all your devices. A tiny Bluetooth speaker can also be a good thing for playing songs or listening to talks.