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Decorating your home with handmade poufs

Decorating your home with leather poufs can add a touch of luxury and comfort to your space. Here are some ideas on how you can incorporate leather poufs into your home decor:

Living Room: Place a couple of leather poufs in your living room as additional seating options. They can be used as footrests or extra seats for guests. Choose poufs that complement your existing furniture and color scheme.

Bedroom: Place a leather pouf at the foot of your bed to create a cozy reading nook or a spot to put on your shoes. You can also use it as a side table by adding a tray on top for holding books, drinks, or decorative items.

Home Office: If you have a home office or a study area, add a leather pouf next to your desk. It can serve as a comfortable seat when you need a break or as a footrest to relax your legs.

Nursery or Kids’ Room: Leather poufs can be a stylish addition to a nursery or kids’ room. They provide a soft and safe seating option for children and can be easily moved around. Opt for fun colors or patterns that suit the room’s theme.

Reading Corner: Create a cozy reading corner in any room by placing a leather pouf next to a bookshelf or by a window. It’s the perfect spot to curl up with a book and enjoy some quiet time.

Outdoor Space: If you have a covered patio or a screened-in porch, consider using weather-resistant leather poufs as outdoor seating. They can add a touch of elegance and comfort to your outdoor lounging area.

When choosing leather poufs, consider the size, color, and texture that will best complement your existing decor. Mix and match them with other furniture pieces and accessories to create a cohesive look throughout your home.

Source: https://allinfohub.net/decorating-your-home-with-handmade-poufs/

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The rot has taken effect so hard and fast it has me googling shit like "what would an angel smell like"

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Crochet Scrubby Bath Pouf + Tutorial

Scrubby Bath Pouf The Crochet Bath Pouf is super quick and easy to crochet. Even with Red Heart Scrubby, fast to follow to finish. This is actually a long row that consists of 100 stitches after the first row. In row 2, we are creating loops in which the hanging chain is fed through to form the pouf. I would strongly suggest for the hanging chain to be 100% cotton-like Bernat Handicrafter, Lily…

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Kids Room Teen Mid-sized eclectic children's room with a brown floor and gender-neutral porcelain tiles Idea for a children's room with beige walls

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Bathroom - Contemporary Bathroom Example of a trendy kids' multicolored tile and mosaic tile porcelain tile alcove bathtub design with flat-panel cabinets, quartzite countertops, a one-piece toilet, white cabinets and purple walls

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Yayyy, tonight I actually have time to soak in the bath

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Tender Love and Care - Massage 2/3 (Buggy x Reader)

Art by Capitanpoops!

A/N: May this be yet another testament to my addiction to both the clown and pining 🙏🏻 It's definitely time for the titular massage, don't you think? Buggy could really use it. Also a perfect way to be helpful and feel him up at the same time fdsfkdjflks Don't worry - he's looking at it as an excuse to be felt up so it's a perfect match. Theres a bit of a headcanon about the effects of extended use of his fruit in this one.

If you catch the meme reference hidden in this installment I love you lol

Word count: ~6.6k

Warnings: afab!reader (no pronouns), suggestive themes but nothing nsfw, humor, weapons grade pining, idiots in love, a little more of Buggy being a prickly bitch, also more of him being touch-starved and desperate for affection, this time the reader has some time in a fantasy world too, you maybe probably also give him a slap on the ass (he deserved it)

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On the other side of the door, you frowned and hesitated. His voice sounded tired and grumpy. Had you taken too long and robbed him of time he’d rather be sleeping? Had he actually been upset that you had ordered him to bathe instead of asking? Had something come up in the time you’d been gone? Only one way to find out.

You had to stop and stare at Buggy once you were in the room. He looked gorgeous. You already knew he was hot but this was a different type of attractive. Even though the loose clothing you’d stolen for him (sorry Zoro) was casual sleepwear, the way it draped brought out the places where he was bulked up. Each lax section of soft cloth juxtaposed beautifully with the spots where muscle pushed against fabric. Shoulders, chest, and thighs stood out to you most, calling to you with the request to treat them as overstuffed pillows pressing at their cases. You admired him as your eyes made their way back up to his face. His hair was pulled back in a large messy bun that looked so, so soft and left his face completely unobscured. The refresh on makeup was skillfully executed and brought out all his features in a way that had your mouth run dry. The tempting lines of his lips stood out behind vibrant red. His brow and cheekbones were highlighted by slashes of blue. His sea-glass eyes looked all the brighter set against a rim of dark lashes and smudges. You were probably staring too long, but it was too difficult to look away.

Buggy didn’t mind. He can’t remember someone looking at him with awe this way before. It was the best balm he could've asked for to cover his freshly agitated self-loathing. He almost couldn’t believe that his efforts on his appearance had worked out so well. Feeling high off of his success, he couldn’t resist taking some time to gloat.

“Need help picking your jaw off the floor, sweetcheeks?” he teased. His teeth bared in a wide smile, splitting his face and narrowing his eyes. His canines shined white against the dark of his lips.

One hand flew over to you and held your chin. Buggy placed the pad of his thumb against your bottom lip, before rubbing the whole length of it down. Enraptured by the sight of your lip being pulled, Buggy stared and swallowed hard. His breath shook lightly, just like the breath he felt puff out against his hand. He let your lip flick back up before pressing his hand up to guide your gently parted mouth closed.

Feeling unsure of where things would go next, you cleared your throat and turned away. Maybe something routine would settle your nerves. Lotion. Yeah, that would work. The movements would be calming and it would let you stay in your own physical space until you were less flustered. Maybe it would even give you some time to cook up some vengeance and get the upper hand on the clown again.

Buggy was still taking up the chair at the desk, and you weren’t ready to breach the border of the bed yet. Luckily, there was a large pouf you could sit on and continue avoiding things. You tried not to let Buggy’s gleeful giggling at your expense goad you into saying something stupid to shut him up. Instead, you focused your attention on the calming smell of your lotion as you opened the tub. Delicate scents of amber, wood, and lavender greeted you and the pavlovian training from a long history of hard days smoothed out to this smell made you instantly loosen and breathe deeper.

“Were you a perfumier pre-pirate or something?” Buggy asked. He had made himself sound condescending, but you caught the interest in the way he looked over at you. 

You had noticed before how very unsubtly he had taken to your care products anyway. You had caught him sniffing at his own hair more than once since you’d washed it. If there was an occasion with an excuse for him to be close, his face tended to gravitate around your shoulders and head and you could’ve sworn he’d deepen his breath. It skirted the perfect line between sweet and pathetic for you to let it continue. Some part of you wondered if you would find it creepy from someone else, but a much larger part of you didn’t care.

“Wouldn’t you like to know, circus boy,” you scoffed. Having made quick work of your feet, you were now on to massaging the creamy lotion into the meat of your calf. 

“That’s not one of the things you’re allowed to call me,” he said, lip curling. “Closest you can get is ‘ringmaster’.” He paused then added as an afterthought, “You could always just keep it to ‘master’ too.”

“You wish,” you laughed out. You had switched to your other calf, the one closer to Buggy, and bent your leg towards yourself this time, tired of bending forward. Buggy’s rebuttal died on his lips as he watched your movements, especially the way it made your sleep shorts ride up. He didn’t know if he wanted to know how your hands felt, digging long stripes across skin and muscle, or how it felt to replace your hands with his, molding and admiring your body. His indecision only grew as you moved up to your thigh.

Noticing the long silence, you looked up at Buggy to see what had him distracted. His gaze was glued to your hands. To make sure that he was watching and not staring into the abyss, you leisurely slid your hands all the way back down to your ankle. His eyes intently followed the whole process. Definitely watching. Huh.

Going to the other thigh, you tried to decide how to react to that. Sure, he’s been flirty and so have you, but he’s also missed too many offers for closeness for you to think there was more to it. He’d shy from your hands more often than he would seek them and he tended to make himself scarce soon after your personal spaces mingled. That’s one of the things that tipped you off that he liked your shampoo and not you; it was the only time he would truly linger. You had decided that he yearned for touch but not your touch.

The thought had little pangs going through you, causing you to slow and slump. You looked back up at him and saw the longing in his eyes before he covered it up by screwing up his face and sticking his tongue out at you. What a fucking child. He’s perfect.

So, you treated that longing as what you thought it was: pure touch-starvation. You’ve been there and knew that pain. Honestly, you fell into it pretty quickly. Recently that was exacerbated by leaving Luffy’s crew, who would keep you sated on that front. Well… mostly Luffy, but Usopp was a hugger and Sanji would never be upset with contact. Nami would sometimes tolerate it, giving you the energy of a standoffish cat beginning to accept your presence. The most you broke out of Zoro were playful shoulder bumps and other such affectionate roughness. Reminiscing aside, you didn’t want Buggy to ache like that.

Gesturing towards Buggy with the lotion, you asked, “I’m guessing you didn’t use any yet?”

“Why would I? I don’t need it,” he responded, furrowing his brows.

“Well you won’t die without it I’ll give you that,” you started, “but it makes your skin soft and smells good.” You were surprised to see him take a moment to think over your offer so quickly. His eyes lingered on your legs again, and you worked to tamp down the hopes for affection it brought up in you.

“Looks like too much work,” Buggy dismissed, getting up and making for the bed.

“I’ll do it for you,” you pressed, falling victim to your own yearning for contact.

Buggy froze completely, even halting his breath, repeating the sounds of your voice in his mind to make sure they actually made those words. No way. Yeah, you did that lovely hair wash and seemed soft on him, but he figured that was mostly from pity for how helpless and bedraggled he was as a head. There’s no way you’re here just handing out a massage. “Care to repeat that, dollface?”

“I’ll do the lotioning for you, like, give you a massage,” you explained. The fact that he still hasn’t moved was making you nervous. It was a good thing you couldn’t see the wide-eyed look of startled prey frozen on his face. “If you don’t want me to that’s fi-”

“No!” Buggy yelped. Head and torso spun around, lifting off his lower body in his haste to face you. His lower body caught up and he popped back down onto his waist, causing his clothes to flutter. “I mean, uhhh-” he cleared his throat “I don’t mind. It’ll be a nice service for your Captain.” By the end of that, he at least started to sound smug and teasing again. There was no saving it, but you were gracious enough to let the fumbles pass this time. It helped that his eagerness was flattering.

“Sure thing, Cap,” you said, messing up the title to keep at least a small level of disrespect to rub at him. He was too fun to bait.

“It’s Captain. Captain Buggy, actually,” he told you. He backed up and sat on the edge of the bed to watch your approach. “It’s easy - Cap-tain Bu-ggy.” 

You huffed good-naturedly at him talking to you like you were a child, split syllables and all. Might as well continue toying with him.

“Cap-” you kneeled down between his legs “-tain” you had a hand at each of his ankles “Boo-” his left pant leg was pushed above his knee “-gie!” and the right one follows.

“You are such a brat,” he chastised, trying to sound stern and pissed off, but he was too distracted by the way the mischievous glint in your eye had his heart pounding. He had no clue what you were planning, but he was sure he would hate and love it. “Say it right.”

“Or what?” you snorted dismissively, rolling your eyes and trailing light fingertips down his shins. Unfortunately, that was a step too far; something in him felt you saw him as a foolish boy in that moment, making him lash out.

Your cheer fell the moment his hand fisted the front of your shirt. His grip tugged you in and his face got as close as possible without breaching to touch you. For a fraction of a second, it didn’t matter how pretty those eyes were; all you could see of them was anger. 

“Sorry, Captain Buggy,” you mumbled quickly. For a tense few breaths, his wild eyes peeled yours apart. You let him, wanting to show compliance and that you had nothing to hide. You got to watch first-hand how the fight left him in his relaxing brow, drooping shoulders, and slipping grip. Those fiery eyes lost their burn and his look closed off into something you couldn’t understand.

“Whatever. Just don’t do it again,” he grumbled. Sometime when the two of you had more practice opening to each other, you needed to ask him precisely what ‘it’ was. For now, you would file this away to await that day.

“I won’t,” you promised, truly meaning it. It wasn’t due to the threat but because you hated when he was upset. You started to get in your own head; somehow it seemed each time you moved to get close to him that you would upset him. The night that you two shared a hammock had ended up lovely, but you couldn’t help but worry that you were crossing boundaries he had tried to express to you through these turns of temper.

Buggy noticed how your hands at the lotion had become limp and hesitant. You didn’t want to touch him. But you offered! You can’t take it away from him now; he needs it. Hot shame broke across his skin at the realization that he had lashed out at you and made you nervous to touch him. You should never be scared of him and he resolved to stop giving you reason to be. You should look at him and see a reliable Captain, a brave protector. A lifelong lover. The ache was back and more pungent than ever.

You were still stalling, tracing nonsense into the lotion and shifting on your knees, when the hand that had been loosely holding your shirt instead smoothed it out and Buggy’s other hand grabbed your own and placed it against his calf. The hand at your chest rubbed soothing swipes back and forth beneath your collarbone, easing the creases he’d made out of the fabric of your top. You began to mimic this motion on the side of Buggy’s leg. Before you started to commit to your task, you looked up to meet Buggy’s eyes. He wouldn’t say the words, but his eyes were glassy and pleading for forgiveness. While words were nice, you could feel how genuine the apology was through his caring and nervous touch, and for now that was enough for you.

A tentative smile eased onto your lips and Buggy felt some of the pressure in his throat and chest loosen its grip. Your other hand joined the first in kneading his muscles and his lungs were freed enough to stretch full again.

He watched you intently while you set about lotioning his legs. The task helped you ease back up and you quickly took to enjoying it; touching Buggy always had your heart fluttering. You felt like you were edging on something unknown and unexplored and exciting. You had gained quite the affection for this temperamental and wounded man. You wanted desperately to be the one to soothe and comfort him and make it so more of that goofy and loving side of him could flourish. The goofiness has come out quite easily but he holds his love very close to his chest. You imagine that is the place that has been the most damaged with how he guards it. His pride also seems to be held quite close for fear of injury.

Buggy hummed out relief as you pressed more firmly into his calf. It gave you more confidence in your touch to know that you were making him feel good. Working thumbs down next to his shin, you marveled at the fact that even the soft hairs there were blue. You found it fitting that so much blue was wrapped into his looks: blue like the sea that promised the freedom that he endlessly chased, blue like the sky that has been his roof since boyhood, blue like the melancholy that steeped into his being. Red fit him too - his nose, his lips, his passion, his rage - but the blue seemed to run deeper.

Tending to the second leg, you broke yourself from your reverie to check in on Buggy. He was looking down at you, but you could tell from the glaze in his eyes that he wasn’t actually seeing you. Wherever he was in his head, you hoped that it was kind. 

You’d happily take advantage of his zoning out to stare at that pretty face for a while. The makeup highlighting his features looked extra meticulous, not a single wobble in the diamonds over his eyes. The color he put on tonight was richer by his lips and eyes than you’d ever seen it. Dark smudges fit him so nicely; they made his eyes more entrancing and the sea-green of his irises stand out. You trailed your gaze down to admire the other feature he’d emphasized; his lips. The bright crimson of his painted smile bled into a hypnotizing deep carmine right where you would kiss. Your new favorite color was interrupted by a flash of pink - a nervous tongue flicking to wet his lips over makeup - and you looked up.

Buggy’s eyes have managed to darken even more with his blown pupils. There was a questioning furrow to his brow but no apprehension to match it. His posture seemed a lot more leisurely than the hard set of his shoulders you had seen after his outburst. It made you smile brightly up at him, pleased that you were making him feel better. His eyes shot away from you, and you could’ve sworn you saw a flush peeking out on his cheeks. You placed a hand on each of his knees, giving them a playful squeeze.

“Wearing anything under these?” you asked, tugging at the pant legs shoved up on his thighs. Buggy took a second to choke on his surprise. He recovered quickly.

“No, but don’t let that stop you,” he teased. Ah, there’s that cheesy wink, tongue click and all. What a man. It was even better knowing that he’d shy away the moment your fingers touched his waistband. You eyed that waistband longingly for a moment before deciding to keep things away from your other massage talents.

“Captain!” you gasped in mock offense. “You’d offer such a thing to a pure maiden like me?”

“Pure maiden?” he laughed out, much too amused at the idea. “Oh, sure, the same pure maiden who offered a ‘tasting’ to that pretty boy chef?”

Despite laughing with him, you still gave his thigh a little smack for the jab.

“He was the one who responded to a compliment of his palette with ‘thank you, love, my tongue is well trained’!” you defended, making sure to put on a terrible impression when quoting Sanji. “What was I supposed to do? Not flirt back?”

“Do you always just flirt black?” Buggy’s eyes and tone turned more intense but not angry. You were happy to see that nothing harsh spilled into his expression with that focus.

“Only if I enjoy a person,” you responded evenly, a bit apprehensive of where he could be leading this. “I don’t play to anyone I don’t like.”

A pleased grin slowly split his face and you focused in on his shining teeth framed in blood red lips.  His words came out light and airy in a way that made you suspect a trap beneath their veneer when he asked, “Then tell me, little tease, do you like me?”

Buggy’s sudden confidence quickly had yours faltering. It felt the same as when someone toys with you because they know something you don’t. He had to have something up his sleeve to set you up like that. Sure, he had a moment earlier when he noticed your gawking, but this can’t be the same Buggy that tripped on his own feet when you offered to learn burlesque for his show. You decided to play it safe.

“Of course. I chose you as my Captain, right?” Agree but deflect - perfect.

Buggy wanted to be frustrated at your answer. Actually, some piece of him was - he was sure you knew that’s not what he was getting at - but he was also happy. You did choose him. You chose to run away with him, a pirate you barely knew, not to mention that that short time was always spent with one of you as the other’s hostage. He’d question your judgment if it weren’t benefitting him so much. Even if it wasn’t what he wanted (‘yet’ he hoped), you liked him enough to completely change the trajectory of your life path to run parallel with his. That counted for something. A lot of something. 

The affection that started to blend into Buggy’s eyes had your heart stuttering. You couldn’t look away even when he gently placed a hand atop your head then petted it slowly back and down so that he held the back of your head.

“Right,” he responded quietly. He gave two gentle scratches to the base of your skull before leaning away from you. The distance helped break you from the spell his gaze had you under. He huffed out a breath then asked, “So, what’s next?”

“I can do your back?” Yeah that should help; it would keep those pretty eyes from making you want to bare your soul. It seemed to be their mission tonight to do so by force or by favor and you were not ready for him to find the immense (and still somehow growing) affection for him there. You weren’t ready for the rejection you expected. You don’t think he would reject a more active night sharing a bed but you were certain he would reject the pursuit of love and that’s what would actually hurt. And besides, it would give him way too big of a head and the teasing would become unbearably annoying.

Oh, wow, when did he take his shirt off? Were you really zoned out thinking for more than a few seconds? And how come this man makes chest hair look so damn good? You wanted to feel that dark blue under your fingers and the pecs decorated with it as well. His shirt did him justice but he looks just as good, if not better, without it. Those pecs flexed a few times, letting you know he caught on to your staring again. 

“You’re really distracted today,” Buggy said through a smile, looking all too wolfish for your liking at the moment.

“What can I say, I love blue and you’re just lucky to be covered in it.”

“Well I am a natural bluenette,” Buggy said with that stupid, wonderful, self-satisfied glint in his eye he got every time he tried out one of his tenuous puns. 

“You are the worst,” you laughed. The corners of his cheeky smile pulled wider. “Here, let me set up for you.”

Buggy quirked a brow at you but said nothing as he watched you shuffle onto the bed. You grabbed the pillows from the head of the bed and laid them out in the middle. After making an upside down “T”, you took a moment to fluff them for maximum comfort. Luckily, the inn didn’t skimp out on pillow budget so you had a lot to work with. You finished by giving them an appeased nod then turned back to Buggy. With dramatic flair, you swept an arm through the air over your setup. 

“Your throne awaits,” you said. You patted the top pillow, “Chest here-” and the middle of the bottom one “-and hips here. Keep your head above the top one with your forehead on your arms so you don’t have to crank your neck the whole time.”

Buggy began moving to the center of the bed with a sarcastic “Yes, your highness” and turned to lay on his stomach. You took the opportunity to admire your beloved blue on his chest and happy trail. You scooted to sit on your knees right next to his side. Looking down at his back, you took in the muscles he had built there too. They made enticing lines across the expanse of soft skin and you were ever more eager to be able to have your hands on him. 

You leaned forward to begin a few awkward times before deciding you didn’t like the angle. It would be more comfortable with a straight shot, not to mention you’d be able to do a much better job for him. You wanted to impress him (hopefully enough to be able to do this again), so you pulled together the courage to throw a leg over him. You hovered for just a second, before lowering yourself to sit on his glutes. It ended up being a more cushioned seat than anticipated (good for him) so you felt comfortable relaxing more of your weight down on him. Buggy let out a nervous little giggle before he cleared his throat and shuffled beneath you.

“Is this okay?” you asked, frowning lightly.

“Yeah, fine,” Buggy responded, too quick and too high. You rolled your eyes at his convincing response and began to lift your weight back off of him. He threw his left hand back to sink his grip into your thigh and keep you from moving.

“I said it was fine,” Buggy repeated too firmly, causing you to sit back down incredulously.

It was most certainly not fine. Buggy didn’t think that something so simple would fluster him so much, but his touch-starved nerves were staging light shows under his skin and his mind was running wild. He had hoped that the start of the massage would have prepared him for further contact. Instead, his brain was drowning under a tide of happy chemicals at the feeling of your weight and warmth. Your soft thighs pressed gently into the skin of his sides and the heat exchanging between your bodies had him melting into the pillows. 

You snuggled your legs more comfortably into him, and the wonderful pressure of the act along with the weight of you on him had him feeling held for the first time in… how long? The night of his head cuddled into your chest was close (and quite precious to him), but it was different with his body involved - more overwhelming. His heart ached again as he was left to take in the images his brain conjured of the two of you wrapped in each other to start and end the days. The pain of it was more poignant with the realism your closeness allowed. Yep, he was not fine, but he was desperate to stay right where he was.

The nerves still persisted though. If the firm strokes of your fingers along his calves had him holding back pleased sighs, he was sure he’d have to bite his tongue to keep from moaning with your hands working his tense back loose. He was already kicking himself for the giggle and crackling voice. You must think he’s so pathetic; how could you admire him when he always crumbled around you?

“Seafaring has certainly done wonders for you,” you complimented while trailing fingertips across his shoulders. Buggy blinked and worried for a second that you could hear his downturning thoughts with how well-timed your compliments tended to be. Your fingers brushed down the length of his spine and the shiver it pulled out shook the worries from him. Tracing that path back up, you turned your hand over to tease him with the brush of your nails. Another tremble rewarded your efforts.

After spreading a generous amount of lotion on your hands, you rubbed the moisture into the lower half of his back to start. It was a bit cold for a moment before it warmed under your palms and warmed the air with more of that relaxing scent. The lavender and wood settled over Buggy’s senses and helped keep his breath deep and mind quiet. You took your time enjoying the feel of him as you molded his muscles under the base of your thumb, moving from spine to side then letting your fingers touch all the way back to the start. 

Buggy was split between turning liquid under your touch and tensing up to keep control of his composure, and the divide only worsened with each measured stroke across his skin. When he let himself lean towards relaxing, he felt a whine pressing out of his chest and tucked his head down to bite into the plush pillow to hold it back. He found that clenching his teeth into something helped ground all of his tension there and he began to let his muscles relax with your urging hands. Even still, he had to continue biting back pleased sounds for fear of your reaction. Unwilling to part with your touch, he bore the brunt of his insecurities. Long and slow breaths helped him keep his nerves and excitement back, and he found the payment of filing this into his memory well worth the risk of embarrassing himself.

Your own mind quieted as you subconsciously mimicked his deepening breaths and filled your mind with your senses instead of internal monologue. They led you to indulge as your eyes saw Buggy look like art under dim lamplight.  You felt his form shift and mix with your hands under you, you smelled your lotion mixing with the sweet haze around his hair and the barely there scent of his skin, and you heard the ambiance of slow breathing and skin brushing skin. You yearned to fill your last sense with Buggy too, pulling him in for a kiss to have him eased onto your tongue.

Meanwhile, Buggy had sunk enough into the moment to forget how to yearn. He was already getting more than he could’ve hoped for from you, and the satisfaction of getting your touch so directly, intentionally, and extendedly had him on cloud nine. His brain was turning gooey and it was distracting him from his aversion to making noise; his deep breaths shifted to take on the air of a sigh each time a new or particularly needy spot found itself under your loving hands. He’d wind his jaw back tight again each time that he heard the noise become too audible, but each time he had less and less resistance to give. The desperation to stay calm and collected was sinking beneath the desperation to fall under the spell of your care. With each moment under your comforting weight, radiant heat, enticing scent, and worshiping hands he knew he’d drown under that rising tide. The surrender was frightening, but the other side seemed so blissful.

When you circled your thumbs right above the dimples on his lower back and worked them deep into the muscles framing his spine, you pulled the first faint moan from him. It was cut short by a tense inhale but the shaky sound resonated long enough to spread goosebumps up the back of your neck. Waiting until he started to exhale, you kneaded your thumbs all the way up until you were palming his traps and another moan followed, low and long. Since he wasn’t able to hide the sound, you got to hear every needy tone wrapped up in the pressure of his voice. Pressing his forehead down further into his arms, Buggy stretched his shoulders wide and the base of his neck up to give you more to touch while also feeling more hidden. It had him looking like a sleepy cat leaning into petting.

“Feels good?” you asked, just barely above a whisper but tone still noticeably eager.

“So good,” Buggy mumbled, voice thick and rumbling from his chest. The stubborn tightness he’s been holding deep in his chest was finally leaving him. The freeing space quickly filled with a thrill he found unfamiliar; it wasn’t bubbling, flinging, or shocking through him but instead it sat sturdy within his ribs, spreading and dripping like molasses out through his body. To your surprise, Buggy gave you more of that enticing sleepy lilt. “Splitting up can make me sore and fuck with my nerves. Leaves my muscles feeling-” he paused to grunt with relief when you broke up a knot that had tucked itself next to his shoulder blade “-heavy. Puts pin pricks on my skin like it's numb too if I’m broken up a long time.” Your hands pushed out to hold the lats that lay thick over his ribs. After a moment of simply appreciating the waves of his breath under your palms, you continued your massage and earned another pleased groan from him, this one completely unrestrained. “It’s worst when my head’s off - makes my whole body ache.”

Buggy had been simply talking without thought, so when you stopped for a few long moments he had the time to let his mind catch up. Before he had enough time to regain any of his anxieties, you resumed your task.

“That sounds awful,” you mumbled sympathetically. 

He hummed in agreement, but was too soothed to let his mind actually linger on any of his hurts or complaints. Everything was simply gentle breathing and soft skin. 

That head fuzz kept him floating through the rest of your attention. In the future he’d be kicking himself for not intensely focusing on recording every second down in his memory. As he was now though, that languid semi-sleep suspended outside of time was his personal heaven. 

You retained more of your own focus, but being more alert than Buggy in that moment was an exceedingly low bar. It meant that you were just able to keep your task going and be conscious of your actions. Beyond that, your mind wandered far and wide through scenes both domestic and dramatic. The same Buggy who brushed fingertips across your cheek to wake you also professed his undying love at the threat of you heading back to your old crew. The Buggy who placed a peck with an obnoxious “mwah!” each time you passed each other while readying for the day also cried from fear and relief and clung to you after he swept you away from danger. Your Buggy shared the mundane quiet with you through squeezing hands, silly faces, and leaning weight. Your Buggy bared his teeth at those who wronged you and spilled you over his bed to salve the wounds with fervent devotion.

The Buggy under you let out a quiet snore and forced you to fully exist in reality.

You giggled fondly at the man below you, heart swelling at the thought of how much more comfortable and relaxed he became. 

“Mmn-why’d ya stop,” Buggy grumbled. His sleep-thick voice barely made it past the pillow.

“I figured you were gone to the world,” you responded, “and besides, I’ve been at this for… about an hour fifteen actually.”

“Another then.”

“Another what?”

“Hour fifteen.”

You snorted at his needy petulance. Give him just a bit of attention and he’s immediately spoiled rotten.

“Not even a thanks first for the time already given?” you teased.

“Thank you, my sweetest, most dearest crew member! Truly you are a gift to your captain and deserve accolades and promotion,” Buggy snarked in a dramatic cadence, sounding like a play lead professing his love.

The only promotion you saw happening was his promotion from spoiled rotten to Spoiled Rotten Brat. 

“What position will I be promoted to, my sweetest and most dearest Captain?” You mimicked him but packed much more sarcasm into the flattery. Getting up onto your knees, you eyed him up and down. You knew how you wanted to shut him up but felt like you shouldn’t.

“Why, just what the most essential and beloved member of my crew deserves!” Buggy was trying to sound dramatic, but couldn’t keep the sound of his wide smile out of his voice. He peeked over his shoulder to expose that face splitting grin with you. Like always, the blues and greens in his smile-crinkled eyes messed with your heart.

“You’ll be my very own personal servant,” Buggy finally answered, looking like the very embodiment of self-satisfaction.

You blamed him for your slip in self-control.

The sharp sound that cut through the room and his shittalking as your palm met his ass was music to your ears. The moment after contact, you bolted for the door, leaving him behind with your laughter. Unfortunately, you were no match for the speed of chop chop hands, which latched onto your wrists to halt your escape. Buggy was right behind them, reattaching and then wrapping arms around you to throw you over a shoulder in one frantic motion.

The cackling that burst out of him was wild and bright and you couldn’t resist joining in. You wished you could see his face as it twisted in joy, but you were stuck hanging over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Your mind lost that thought along with all others when you felt a harsh smack against your own ass. When he received a disbelieving chuckle instead of vicious cursing, Buggy repeated the sharp motion a few more times for good measure. You yelped and squirmed playfully, mildly impressed how easily he supported your weight and kept his hold firm.

You decided he was a hidden gentleman when his hand only stayed in place for a moment before moving down to the back of your thighs. You shivered at the feeling of his hand brushing down the sensitive skin there to rest its warmth just above the back of your knee. He started walking, his steps bouncing through you, and just when you wondered where he planned to put you, your world spun. Springs creaked as your back met the mattress and continued their protests with each residual bounce.

“You’re not allowed to take up the whole thing this time,” Buggy teased, narrowing his eyes down at you.

“Like you needed the space.” You still started shifting towards the walled side of the bed to make room for him.

“You gonna hold your Captain’s weakest moment over his head forever?” Buggy asked.

“Unlikely, but no promises,” you responded, voice warbled by your heavy shifts to turn over and face Buggy once more.

He beat your grace by a landslide when he delicately sat on the bed and slid under the covers. It reminded you of someone trying not to alert a predator with any sudden movements. Or maybe a teen sneaking back into the house just before dawn. Grace leaves him once his motion stops though; he lays awkwardly on his back and his whole body stiffens up to resemble a plank. He’s kept himself arm’s distance from you, not at the edge of the mattress but close. And he really had the gall to say you’d take up the whole bed when he was going to act like this.

“You just had a hand on my ass; are you really that scared to touch me again?” Your voice is much more incredulous than judgemental. You were simply astonished by his capricious nature yet again.

Instead of responding, Buggy sent a pouty glare your way. You met it with an easy smile, making it begin to lean more pout than glare. It looked positively absurd coming from the corner of his eye because he was still too locked up to move. Wanting to ease him and getting tired of waiting (and missing his touch), you began to reach for him. Just to spite you, Buggy finally broke his method acting as Statue to turn his back to you. The huff he let out had you giggling again. You took a moment to cherish how much he’s had you doing that, especially tonight.

“If you think I won’t spoon you, you’ve got another thing coming,” you threatened.

You caught the barest hint of his gaze when he turned his head to peek at you. It was only there for a moment before he faced back forward and snuggled himself deeper into the mattress. Looks like someone might actually be up for little spoon.

Moving slowly so that he has plenty of time to object, you shifted yourself forward on the bed until you were only a few inches away. The divot both of your bodies were making was adding gravity to the pull between you two but you still hesitated. The final step to contact was the most daunting after all, and also the part you wanted to savor the most. You took a deep breath, smelling your own favorite lotion off of the exposed skin in front of you, and moved forward.

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[hometoursandotherstuff]

This 1912 home in Lake Bluff, Illinois didn't look that bad, but someone, (known only as MKE), didn't have the money to buy it, and hated what the current owners did, so he made a scathing webpage to plea for someone to make it right. He called the page "Rescue Me. Sincerely, David Adler" on behalf of the late architect who designed it. Here are the before & after pics of the 7bd, 5.5ba home. It's on the market again for $6.995M. But, does MKE approve?

I expected the entrance hall to look terrible, but it looked pristine. The top pic shows how perfect it looked. The bottom is how it is decorated today.

MKE wrote: The trouble begins after the dreamlike entry.  Let’s wander into the music room.  It is, well, green. However, the essential French details remain, just waiting to be uncovered. -It isn't easy being green.

The music room is now the dining room.

MKE wrote: The next room, likely the main salon, is decidedly pink. Pouf window treatments obscure perfectly proportioned French doors.  Adler surely paces through here in the darkest hours, spectral paintbrush in hand. -Oh please, rethink the pink!

The salon, now. Does it look more French? I think it does.

MKE approved of the library. He says: The library is pretty darned close to being perfect.  Nothing a little floor refinishing and wood oil can’t restore. -With a bit of restoration, the library will be a best seller.

The library is looking fine.

MKE wrote: Imagine taking breakfast in the solarium, and watching the seasons change. There is some weather-related damage, but it is certainly repairable.

Well, it's not really a breakfast room or solarium anymore. And, it looks like some of the doors were also eliminated.

MKE liked the fountain. He wrote: A wall-mounted fountain adds whimsy to the solarium.

Well, have no fear, the fountain's here.

MKE wrote of the dining room: Uh-oh, it’s time to tour the dining room. What happened here?  A ruin.  A magnificent one, but very much a ruin. The room is reminiscent of the dining room in the home Adler designed for the Ryerson family on Chicago’s Astor Street.  The amazing Louis V influence, the symmetry.  Under all that green, the impeccable bones are still intact.

It is no longer a dining room.

MKE wrote: The poor kitchen.  Adler must shed ghostly tears when he wafts through here. Yet the possibilities are endless.  Nothing that a gut job and some Peacock or Smallbone cabinetry won’t fix.

Well, they certainly did gut it. No doubt about that.

That concluded MKE's critique. Let's go on with our tour. This is the spacious primary bedroom.

A lovely bath. I always like a striped wallpaper, it just looks classy.

This secondary bedroom is a pretty plum.

And, here's another stunning bath.

The beautiful guest house.

Very nice.

Large patio along the pool.

The lot is 8.26 acres.

https://www.redfin.com/IL/Lake-Bluff/1010-Green-Bay-Rd-60044/home/17669471?

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[billielolly]

Sims 3 Build - Thriving Cottage

A cosy cottage surrounded by lush flora, with a nursery ready for a growing family. 2 bedrooms and 1 bathroom on a 20x20 lot.

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Expansion packs:

Ambitions

Generations

Pets

Supernatural

University Life

Island Paradise

Stuff packs:

None

Store content:

Lullabies and Nursery Rhymes - Cocoon Crib

Lullabies and Nursery Rhymes - Dirty No More Changing and Bathing Station

Bohemian Garden - Happily Hippy Patchwork Pouf

Custom content:

basimcly - Heritage Doors (External Glass Door x1)

missyzim - Neoclassic Build Set (Shutters Wide)

Martassimsbook - Sims 4 Parenthood Xtreme Shower Tub

ArtVitalex - Glen Mirror

Martassimsbook - Sims4Luxury The Romantic Garden Collection (Iron Table, Wall Corner Shelf)

Catharsim - Syboulette Hortensia Swing

Kerrigan House Designs - KHD Enchanted Pergola

Rennara - Rosa Lee Dining Chair

ArtVitalex - Downey Seat Double

Pralinesims - Contemporary Carpet 78

NynaeveDesign - Lyne Curtains (Curtains 1x1 Left, Curtains 1x1 Right, Curtains 1x1, Curtains 2x1, Curtain Rod)

heaven - Shingle Roof (Mission White Trim)

Twinsimming - Wicker Bin

Martassimsbook - Simenapule Kenai Set Coffee Table

Martassimsbook - Ars-botanica Cup of Pansies

Martassimsbook - Cowbuild Dahlia and Delpinium Vases

johziii - Irene Nightstand

Twinsimming - Studded Mirror

Pralinesims - Sheep Carpet IV

M.M.A.A. - A More Purrrfect Rug (3x3 Version)

ATS3 - SIMPLY TS4 Hollyhock

ATS3 - Kitchen Herbs (Basil, Rosemary, Sage)

ATS3 - Neighborly Windowbox

Martassimsbook - Cowbuild My Home Set (Hanging Pothos Plant, Potted Cordyline Palm)

Lulu265 - Bedford Bedroom Dresser

Martassimsbook - Cowbuild Follower Gift Set 1 (Chicken Aloe Vera Pot, Mini Hedgehog Aloe Vera Pot, Cute Stack of Books)

Lulu265 - Bedford Bedroom Wall Art

Martassimsbook - Cowbuild 500 Patrons Gifts Books Stack 2

ArtVitalex - Rowlett Umbrella Holder

ArtVitalex - Rowlett Key Bowl

sim_man123 - Emerson Ficus Tree

Mutske - Medium Palm

Martassimsbook - Pinkboxdesign Kitchen Clutter Set (Utensils, Dishsoap)

Martassimsbook - Syboulette Millennial Kitchen Fruit Basket

ATS3 - Square Canisters

Living Dead Girl - Corner Ladder Shelf

Martassimsbook - Novvvas Mid Century Modern Living Room Succulent 1

Julietsimscc - CWB Unicorn Head

Martassimsbook - Syboulette Dreamy Set (Hanger Bag and Books, Books Plant, Blocks)

taultvec - Parise Seal Pup Plushie (4t3)

Lulu265 - Bella Bedroom Framed Print

johziii - Animalia Paintings V2

WanderingSims - Forest Animals Wall Art

Gosik - Kobe Bathroom Towels 2

ArtVitalex - Upland Toilet Brush

ArtVitalex - Upland Soap Dispenser

ArtVitalex - Upland Toothbrush and Paste

Mutske - Toiletroom Aria Toilet Paperholder

Crowkeeper - The Cryptic Triptych Paintings (Blossoms Abound)

Julietsimscc - Giveaway Gift Paintings (Without Borders)

Lulu265 - Kitchen Expressions Wall Paintings

Twinsimming - Single Serve Hammock

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World Map: Oasis Springs

Area: Bedford Strait

Lot Size:  30 x 20

Gallery ID: Simstorian-ish

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Expansion Packs

Cats & Dogs

For Rent

Get Famous

Get Together

High School Years

Game Packs

Dream Home Decorator

Parenthood

Strangerville

Kits

Desert Luxe Kit

Build Mode

Felixandre

Soho Pt. 2 (Light Switch Medium, Metal Door Medium)

Harlix

Orjanic Pt.1 (Glass Roof 2)

Harrie

Klean Pt. 2

Klean Pt. 3

Kwatei Pt. 1 (Double Arch Short, Front Door Glass- Medium, Front Door Solid – Short)

Peacemaker

Rustic Siding

Pierisim

Tilable (Plaster)

Woodland Ranch (Wooden Ceiling)

Sundays

Juniper Terrazzo Floor C

Buy Mode

Anniee-sims

Lilah Prints (Mesh Needed)

Anye

Prio (Duvet)

Townhouse (Loopchair)

Awingedllama

Boho Living (Wooden Arch Floor Mirror)

BlueTeas

Curtains

Jasmine Teenage Bedroom (Pendant Lamp)

Allen Seating (Walt Ottoman V2)

CharlyPancakes

Lavish (Clothing Only)

ClutterCat

Baby Boo (Coloring Book, Pouf, Tulip Vase)

BubbleGum (Calendar, Color Candle I Big)

Busy Bee (Glass Jars, Pen Holder, Pencil Case)

Cozy Cocina

Fairylicious (Cushion Pile, Kids Art)

Sunny Sundae Pt. 1 (Candle Small)

Sunny Sundae Pt. 3 (Alarm Clock, Open Book, Vanity Mirror)

CowBuild

Minotti Ottoman I

Felixandre

Berlin Pt. 3 (Desktop)

Kyoto Pt. 3 (Bath Tray)

Shop The Look S1 (Magazine Stand, Tassel Rug)

Shop The Look S3

Soho Pt. 1 (Sideboard, Woven Rug)

Soho Pt. 4 (Ficus Planter, Stool)

Harlix

Baysic

Baysic Bathroom

Harluxe (AC Control, Book w Sunglasses, Light Switch, Makeup Tray, Mini Bar)

Jardane (Counter, Grill, Sink – Deep)

Kichen (Bowls, Glasses, Plates)

Livin’ Rum (Bookstand, Coffee Table Book, Frame Tv, Stacking Box)

Orjanic Pt. 2 (Foxglove Vase)

Harrie

Brownstone Pt. 1 (Sink, Shelves)

Brutalist Bathroom (Bathtub, Block Vanity – Centre/Curved Left & Right, Frame Mirror – Large, Rectangular Sink, Shower, Tiled Decorative Shelf)

Coastal Pt. 7 (Mirror)

Country (Bed Vase)

Halcyon Kitchen

Shop The Look (Wooden Bowl)

Shop The Look 3 (Coffee Tables, Cushions, End Table)

JoyceIsFox

Simple Live #7 (Cooking Utensils, Double Chopping Board)

KiwiSims4

Blockhouse Dining (Pendants)

Piha Living (Chandeliers)

KKB

Citrus Room (Samsung the Serif Ver1)

Ledger Atelier

Mohan Living Pt. 3 (Sofa)

Nordheim Bathroom Pt. 1 (Bathrobe)

LittleDica

Delicious Kitchen (Paper Towel)

LorySims

2021 Ford Bronco

MyCupofCC

Bathroom Collection (Woven Bath Mat)

Nordica Sims

Art Poster 01

No Style x Woodland

Annika Meabh Sofa

Peacemaker

Creta Kitchen (Bar Fridge, Short Lineal Light Beam)

Ellipse (Ottoman)

Kitayama Bedroom (Half Moon Headboard)

Kassova Sectional

Matilda (Backpack, Jacket, Knit)

Pierisim

David’s Apartment Pt. 1 (Books 3 & 4)

David’s Apartment Pt. 2 (Nightstand, Open Book, Pile of Jumpers 2, Pile of Trousers 1 & 2, Shoes, Wooden Side Table)

MCM Pt. 3 (Metal Sconce 2, Narrow Rug Long, Narrow Rug Short, Wall Mounter Accent Table)

MCM Pt. 5 (Hair Dryer, Hair Straightener, Wigs)

Winter Garden (Olive Tree)

Pilar

Osaka Lamp Oval Large

Plush Pixels

Calm Sofa

Ravasheen

Knit Happens Clutter

Procrafination

RusticSims

Kind of Modular (Books, Deco Jar)

Loft Pt. 1 (Lampara de Pie Petrea)

Sooky88

Justina Blakeney x Loloi Area Rug

Mixed Modern Square Rug

Sundays

Canggu Pt. 3 (Pillows I)

Kediri Pt. 1 (Throw Pillow – Solids)

Swell Pt. 1 (Bolster Pillow)

TaurusDesigns

Eliza Walk-in Closet (Clothing Only)

Tuds

CRIB (Pendants – Small/Medium)

Winner9

Yokeda Wall Lamp Triple

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DO NOT CLAIM THEM AS YOUR OWN.

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[vibratingskull]

Long awaited reunion

Part1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30

Tags : fluff, domesticity, reader is disabled

Owning an appartment together and living together are two differents things. After months on the Relentless you still hope to catch Thrawn during one of your leaves

FemaleReader x Thrawn

Amusingly enough, this is not because you moved in with Thrawn that you see him more often. Your schedule doesn’t match most of the time and you work on a different ISD, only receiving his orders through the loudspeakers of your ship, most of the time you cross paths at a station or you catch the silhouette of his back when he goes and you arrive. So much time you rushed behind him to catch him and almost fell because of your mechanical legs but he’s always too far away and you never join him in time before the doors close. 

So you practically live alone, in this small apartment. Oh, you don’t complain, this apartment is great, practical, sunny with large bay windows, in a rather calm neighborhood and most of all: full of memories. It’s just that you moved in with the expectations of being two. So when you lay down, bathing in the sun in your living room/open kitchen looking at the white ceiling you feel… terribly alone. 

And as one day you were idling around the flat, something struck you : ceiling? White, walls? White, bedroom sheets? White, dishes? White, sofa and poufs? gray/beige, towels? White, ect… You live in a goddamn hotel room without any charm. The most personalized thing here is the pile of mail at the name of your great uncle from his army of mistresses… You check the wardrobe, Thrawn’s clothes are neatly folded taking just the space it needs, while you spread yours, taking all the spaces. You count three identical uniforms and as much civilian clothes, so basically nothing. You check the bathroom, here too it’s the desert, only the chemical shower gel and shampoo the navy distributes, no perfume, no flavored toothpaste, the most personal thing here is his toothbrush. You check the kitchen and all your napkins are neatly folded in their place, untouched, he uses paper ones. You roam around the apartment, no pictures, no canvas, no plants, no nothing. It’s like he never lived here, he barely colonized the place. You look up the living room, he didn’t buy any holos, any music despite the stereo, any gaming console… True you did not either, but you just arrived, he's been here for more or less 8 years! 

Is he afraid to take up too much space in a place that isn’t his? Does he feel at home here? You’re technically the proprietor but it is his home as much as yours. 

Or so you thought…

He never let any traces of his passage, the bedsheets are always fresh when he leaves, his clothes smell of detergent and you can’t compensate his absence by inhaling his scent on the pillows, he never left any leftovers in the fridge so you have no idea of his diet, and even less in his tastes in entertainment. 

In some way it pierces your heart to live with a ghost conscious to erase any clues of his existence.

You sigh deeply, bathing in the sun.

But maybe his absence is more prominent at night.

When the nightmares seize you, and you wake up in tears, screaming. 

When you relive those fateful days in this cavern, you would give everything to have Thrawn here, to embrace him, for him to cradle you and shush you to sleep, embraced by his warmth. 

Maybe facing the angered neighbors that you woke up would be easier with his presence behind your back. Or if you could feel only his presence through his arrangement in the apartment.

For now your apartment is terribly… empty.

So one day, when you can’t take it anymore, you send him a text through his comlink.

“I’m fed up with those bedsheets, they all look the same and mine are getting old. But I can’t decide which one to buy in this catalog, could you make a first selection?”

You didn’t hope for much, you didn’t even hope for a response at all. He’s busy and this message isn’t about work or the safety of you both.

But…

The evening of that same day you receive a ping on your comlink.

He chose several bed sheets!

You review his selection with a fluttering heart, finally a window on his personal tastes!

At first you’re disappointed: he chose several plain white sheets without much personality and you’re afraid you did this in vain. But towards the end of the selection, several motifs started to appear, with touches of colors. A thin smile appears on your lips and you take command.

Once your new colorful bed sheets are in place you pass to the next step: the cookery. You resume the same steps and send him a catalog of plates, he selects a few and you have the last word. You end up with a complete new service of ceramic mint and tangerine plates. As you put them in the cupboards you observe the white walls of the apartment. This is an old, old building and the apartments are still made of cement and not fancy metals. You could do something with that…

So one day, in the course of a conversation you asked, messaging him:

“How was your home back there?” 

“A building in red tones, carved into stone.” 

And he closed the matter.

But you got what you wanted.

You pass the next three days searching the decoration shops for a nice shade of wallpaper.

You settle with a burgundy paint and subsequently cover your whole apartment in sheets and start painting. It takes you your whole leave of two weeks to do it, all alone while he's away in campaign.You broke your back and arms to have them always extended to paint the ceiling, you almost fell from the stepladder several times and spilled a whole bucket of 10L of paint once. But it was worth it, because when you came back the next leave you found a flimsi card with “Thank you.” written on it.

You kiss it, leaving a smudge of lipstick on it and let him here for him to find next time.

He picked up on what you were trying to do because he proposed to change the color of the bedroom to a castleton green, and when you got back you found out he painted it himself. 

Now the whole apartment smells like paint.

You changed the sofa, the poufs, the chairs, the tables… Slowly it became more and more like a nest for both of you. At least to you. He remained really set back in his propositions, not implicating himself too much, but a bit.

It’s a start, you think. 

It is way more colorful now, much more to your liking. You could add some tiles to the kitchen and change to wood cupboards and surfaces… You should do a list.

 You realize the most decoration he used to have must have been the holos of pieces of art that he tidies when he’s not here. Something pocket sized that didn’t leave any trace…

With all that you did not finish to move on, you still had some boxes unopened laying around in the flat. 

You’re opening one when you hear your door shuffles.

‘It’s him!’ flashes in your mind.

You run up to the entrance and see him with his luggage, taking off his trench coat.

“Thrawn!” you exclaim, delighted.

“(Y/n).” He salutes back with a thin smile. 

You walk slowly to him, fidgeting your fingers, feeling suddenly gauche and shy. How much time has passed since you talked face to face? 

At least 10 whole months since the trial.

You just look back at him with a stupid smile on your face, and he observes you with a gentle gaze awaiting your reaction. As you remain immobile he extends his hand to you and you gladly take it, squeezing it.

“Welcome home.” You greet.

“Welcome home.” He murmurs, pulling you into an embrace. 

You bury your head in the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent.

“I missed you.” You say almost to yourself.

“I missed you too.” He squeezes you and releases you without letting go of your hand.

You guide him into your freshly decorated flat.

“What do you think?” You ask.

“It is way more colorful than in my memories.” He chuckles, “But it is comforting and…Vuckust… Cozy, I think you would say?”

“Yes, that was the goal.” You nod 

“You like what I have done to the bedroom?” He takes off his white jacket, remaining in his black tank top. You admire his arms from the corner of your eyes, heading towards the kitchen to prepare some caff.

“Yes. A really nice color.” You hand him a cup, “You’re here for how much time?”

“I have three weeks. I managed to match it with your last one. I wanted to see you.”Instead of taking the cup, he caresses your cheek with his thumb. “Seeing you eases my mind. 10 months apart has proved more difficult than first anticipated.” 

Your heart flutters at those words. You’re not the only one thinking this has been too long. You press your cheek in his palm with a sigh. A whole week together? It must be a present from the Maker. He takes his cup and you clink them, you speak about everything and nothing, eye in eye, slouching on the couch. He speaks lengthy about the different art form of the cultures he met during his campaign, about the last political mess he ended up in without understanding a thing and you speak about the new recruits you took under your wing, how Konstantine is driving you bananas some days when the Relentless isn’t with the Chimaera how happy you were to met Sealan and Norcaus under your commandment again. 

You pout.

“So that means Karyn is leading the Chimaera for now?”

“Indeed.”

“How far away?”

He grins lightly.

“She too will have a leave soon, I promise.”

“Yeah… When I get back to work.” You do your caprice, much to his amusement.

“By the way, I checked your closet. It is not good.”

He looks at you puzzled.

“I am having a hard time determining what the problem might be?”

“Only three civilian outfits? You never go out?”

“I principally remain in the office to work when I am here.” 

You sigh.

Of course he would be working, even when on leave.

“You should go out and meet people. We could visit Eli’s parents someday? We should give them some news about their son… They must be terribly worried." Your enthusiasm fades spectacularly, remembering the disparition of Eli. You don't know if Thrawn warned them that he sent their pride and joy away. Maybe they think he's a traitor to the Empire, maybe they think he's dead… You didn't have the chance to meet them, and even less to go see them to ease their pain. He nods slowly. 

"You are right, we should visit them." He looks around "You did not finish opening your boxes ?" 

"I'm almost done" You defend. "You interrupted me."

"I will help you finish." He informs you.

It makes you giggle: he's gonna help you move in like a cute little couple! You grin like a child who got candies.

“Speaking about Eli, we have to empty his apartment while he’s away.” he finishes his caff in one gulp.

“Alright.”

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You only finished opening your boxes and you had to close them with Eli’s stuff inside.

“Pfffff… He got more things than it looks like.” You realize, closing the lid of a box.

“Indeed, you can surround and drown yourself in materiality if you are not careful” Thrawn throws from the kitchen.

‘It’s sure not to you it would happen’ you think. You look around your vicinity and notice the pictures on the wall. Some disappeared but a few remained. You approach the wall, crossing your arms. The one you took at the ball disappeared. Only the rectangular shapes of the frame where the sun didn’t shine remains. You smile as you take down the one you took in class with Eli sleeping and Thrawn absorbed by his datapad.

“You like this picture.” Thrawn says right behind you.

You jump, you didn’t hear him approach.

“Yeah…” you put one strand of hair behind your ear. “I like it very much, I don’t have many pictures of Eli.” you sigh.

“Really? You do have a series of portraits of him in your imager.” He recalls.

“Yes but they’re… Wait, how did you know that?” You turn fully towards him suspicious.

“You let your imager on, on the table.” He explains.

“And you took it as a permission to go through it?” you nudge him “There is some private stuff in there!”

“I saw none of that, I promise.” He calmly defends himself.

You pout.

“That is not the problem presently, you got through my stuff without my permission.”

He seems to realize his error as he takes a step back.

“I got curious.” He confesses “I shouldn’t have done that. I present my sincere apologies.” He lowers his head “I tend to get carried away when presented with a new artist.”

“Well I got an account on the holonet if you want to see my pictures. Do not just take my imager like that.” You turn your back to him. You’re not fully angry, just a bit annoyed. Those pictures are your hobby, your little personal pleasure, if he asked you would have let him go through your whole imager no problem, but he didn’t.

He circles your body with his arms, tilts your head and kisses your cheek.

“I am truly sorry,” he whispers in your ear “It will not happen again.”

You grin snarky.

“Is that a new tactic to sway me?”

“Does it work?”

You press your lips, thinking.

“I don’t know. Do it again?”

He kisses your cheek again, tenderly. You smile, the last remnant of annoyance disappearing like snow under the sun.

“Yeah, it works.” You giggle.

He pecks your cheek again, slowly heading towards your lips. He makes you turn your head towards him with the tip of his fingers, your eyes meet but you're inextricably called by his lips. You moisten yours hungrily, which makes him grin slightly in return. He slowly leans over you, closing the gap. Your heart beats at 100 miles per hour, threatening to burst through your ribcage.

Your first proper kiss…

You take a grip on his arms and dig your nails in his flesh in anticipation.

He stops a mere inches away from you, waiting for your consent.

You close your eyes and hold your breath, feeling his on your lips. You part your lips slightly, invitingly.

His comlink rings, completely destroying the vibe.

You reopen your eyes with a sorry smile.

“Another time, your duty calls.” You pat his arm and caress his cheek.

He kisses the tip of your nose and parts from you to take the call.

You finish taking down the pictures, you’ll take one to brighten the apartment, you decide. The portraits you’ve done of Eli are more like a fashion magazine, with a stern expression, you don’t find his gentleness in those. The one where you are sleeping on the table like a cat is perfect for you.

You finish taping the box when you turn towards the counter where his plants sit. Or rather the cadavers of his plants. They’re all dead. 

Except one.

You throw all the dead plants in the bins and turn towards the survivor. It’s a reddish, purplish plant that looks like a bay tree. It holds on surprisingly well.

“Thrawn? What do we do with this plant?” you ask.

“We could dispose of it?” He said, coming back to the living room.

“You sure?” You notice all the gardening tools behind the counters and all the compost in a bag “It would be a waste. Eli gave himself so much trouble to make them grow…”

He eyesides you.

“You want to keep it?”

“We could at least try.” you propose “It would be a memory of Eli.”

“We got plenty of memories tidied up in boxes right now.”

You wince.

“It would be a living memory of Eli.” You correct. “I know plant peoples, they are like their babies to them. I’m sure he would like us to take care of it.” You explain.

He tilts his head.

“I have never really tried to keep a plant alive in my life.” He confesses.

“Well… I got some basics with my parents.” You take the pot to observe it better. “I’ll call her Benedict!”

You hear an amused scoff.

“You want to name the plant?”

“Yes! If you humanize it you’ll take more care of it. Say hi to Benedict!” You press the pot in his face.

“I am not saying hi to Benedict.”

You pout, lowering the pot.

“You heartless man… Don’t worry Benedict, I’ll take care of you.” You whisper.

“Do we have the necessary place at the apartment?” he asks.

“Of course, if we push some stuff. It will be our first baby!”

He seems to twitch at that mention, crossing his arms and laying against the wall.

“No? You don’t want babies? I want several.” you continue “It would brighten our life.”

His gaze goes from the plant to you

“Are we still talking about a plant?” he investigates.

“Of course I’m talking about the plant, what do you… Oh!” You suddenly realize and flush “No I am talking about plants.”

He tilts his head, dubious.

“I swear!”

“Alright.” he nods with a grin “Keep it if you want. We will find Benedict a place somewhere.” He kisses your forehead.

“Unless you wanted to talk about… well, you know…” You can’t even bring yourself to formulate it. Isn't it a bit soon for that? Do you even want one? Is it compatible with your career? What the accommodations would…

“Do not stress yourself, Chacah. I play with you.” He grins satisfied.

“Oh… okay.” You feel a bit stupid now.

“But I take good note that you are open to the subject.” He says softly, leaving the living room.

You remain alone with the cheeks heating up like a fire started under your skin.

“Well Benedict… He played me well on this one.”

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You can’t sleep.

You’re too excited to sleep with Thrawn again, your body is full of energy, straight like a bowstring, ready to jump up and down at anything. You feel shivers through your whole body.

You sigh.

Are you a child to get excited like that over anything?

You breathe deeply, trying to calm down. You turn your head to Thrawn, sleeping peacefully. At least one of you doesn’t have trouble falling asleep. You turn fully towards him, observing his relaxed face, his deep and regular breath.

Could you start a family with this man? You’re still young, is it what you want yet? And him? He’s older than you by 20 years at least, your life goals must be quite different. He seemed pleased with your reaction earlier, but he could be joking. You bite your lips. That’s a lot of uncertainty for one relationship. Maybe you…

“You are not sleeping.” he says in the dead of night, breaking the silence.

“Indeed.” You admit. Nothing escape him

“What is it, cha’cah?” He opens his flaming eyes and dive in yours.

Again with ‘cha’cah’, what does that mean?

“I’m thinking about the future… Our future.” you whisper

“I told you not to stress yourself over that.” he gently chides you.

“But don’t you think about it even a little? Doesn’t it worry you a bit? Don’t you have projects? Life goals?”

He sighs. Great, you managed to annoy him. But instead he gently takes your hand and squeezes it gently.

“I think about our future everyday. I planned a lot of things in my head, but I did not want to scare you off with it.”

You crawl closer, completely focused.

“You planned things? Like what?” you murmur in the dark, the only source of light being his eyes.

“We could start by finding a larger apartment. With more rooms.”

“Why?” You ask fully knowing where that conversation is heading, but you can’t help but play coy.

“For a second bedroom.” He murmurs.

“For a baby?”

“For a baby, yes. And their brothers and sisters, if you want it.” He says so low you barely hear him, grazing your palm with the tip of his fingers.

“You want several babies?” You ask incredulously, but you feel a warm sensation spreading in your stomach, something soft and comforting.

He shruggs.

“Why not? I am used to large families, even though our notion of families differs from human’s.”

“Would you teach it to me one day?”

“Of course, cha’cah. Anything you want.”

“Wait hold on…” you say with a flash of lucidity “We are talking babies, and we haven't even kissed yet.”

He stares at you like it dawned on him.

“You are quite right.” he admits, passing his hand in his hair. “We are burning bridges here.I may have planned too far too quickly.” You can’t help but giggle, that is so fitting of him. “Are you mocking me?”

“No, no I don’t think so at least.” you laugh “I just find it adorable of you.” you squeeze his hand lovingly “It is flattering that you already thought so much ahead for us.”

He planned this far with you, envisioning such important matter with you in it. He is serious with your relationship and that flutters your heart.

His nostril flares.

“Yes, but I planned all that without knowing your opinion on it. I may have just built up a fantasy of mine.”

“Well…” you temper “It is a bit soon for me to speak about babies. But with you… I think I can see that future for us.”

He looks back at you with what you think is hope in his eyes.

“Really?”

God you love this man you realize. You take a minute, weighting your words and thinking about it. You nod and kiss his cheek.

“Yes, Thrawn.” You snuggle against his really warm body “I don’t know when, but I will try. For you… For us.”

He circles you with his arms, squeezing you tightly and kisses your forehead, diving his nose in your hair.

“Thank you.” He whispers. “It makes me happy.”

“But we have a lot of things to try first, mister. A family and a relationship doesn’t build themself like that!” You remember him, bursting with laughter.

“I know.” He softly says “I can wait for you. Until you are ready, I will be patient.”

Your cheeks heat up and you hug him back, burying your own nose in his pectoral muscles. You feel so at peace and safe in his arms.

You drift off to sleep without a worry.

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[saproseretail]

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[strawberrystepmom]

I want you 🫵🏻 to tell me all about the best costumes you're going to be sporting at the meow meow mansion!!!! who is half assing theirs? who's putting in the real effort? who asks you to do their makeup? most importantly. who jumps you first bc they can't keep their hands to themselves the minute they see you?

hello my loves! thank you all for asking wahhhhhhh me and my silly cats and the dogs too all love halloween at least a little bit @threnodians and @lovelucilfer

so we gave up actual coordinated costumes a long time ago bc nobody could ever agree on anything so I tell them what I’m gonna be and they can either coordinate if they want or not if they don’t

grimmjow always half asses his but everyone expects it so nobody minds. he’s been a rockstar for like 5 years just using his regular clothes. he’s really just going as himself but whatever, he’s already a spectacle he doesn’t need to don a costume.

now the REAL effort, the 100%er, hand made pieces of his costume man is of course kakashi. he tries to coordinate at least a little bit and it makes me feel special that he’s willing to try considering satoru is running around shirtless with black pants on saying his costume is one of those guys in those shows in Vegas

gen likes to wear face paint/makeup (especially if he’s any kind of vampire or zombie or scary skeleton ghost) but he always ends up getting horny and smearing the paint bc he’s eye level to my boobs the entire time lmfao so usually my décolletage ends up covered in paint and we both have to change

as for what we’d all go as to a party, my go to costume is always something either sort of niche or a pun or just something goofy. so maybe me as a bath pouf in a big, elaborate costume and me giving them the option of participation if they’d like. thankfully they would and I think we’d end up with a bar of soap for one of them with an actual well thought out costume probably obi, someone stuffing on a shower cap and calling it good most likely yami, sanemi as a reluctant back scratcher, gojo as the shower itself bc he’s very tall and we just pop it on a headband on the top of his head, narumi wants to be the shower curtain and I don’t stop him etc etc

Jotaro tends to opt out of dressing up which is fine, he still enjoys himself the same either way. everyone else though? get your ass in that closet and find a costume

[irkimatsu]

You don't have to turn this into anything, just a random thought I had while getting ready to relax at home.

Husk's S/O has a job as a food service worker and gets back to the hotel and strips down in front of him (he's seen it all before, obviously, so there's no point in being embarrassed) to put on comfier clothes. How much you wanna bet that the comfier clothes aren't gonna be put on till a few hours later? 😏

Oh, god, I remember my days in the food service trenches. Coming home feeling like I reek of pizza grease and sandwich fillings, sweating like a pig because I work around an oven all day and the AC in the kitchen area is shit... not exactly the sexiest fragrance! If Husk thinks he's getting his hands on me as soon as I'm naked, he's dead wrong. Every part of me hurts and I need a hot bath.

...perhaps he'd like to help me out with the hot bath, though...? Massage my aching shoulders and legs, help me wash off with a soft pouf and a relaxing-scented soap... I'll feel much better after a bath. Better enough to thank him properly. <3 I normally love changing into cozy pajamas after a nice bath or shower, but this time the pajamas can wait~