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ticklishfiend · 4 years ago

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Pure Gold (My Hero Academia)

Lee!Mina / Ler!Bakugou ⚠️PLATONIC⚠️

A/N : haven’t posted a fic in a while cause my laptop broke but hey!! i fixed it!! so here we go. i wanna make a sequel to this with the sleepover mentioned at the end, so if ur interested or have any ideas, lemme know!!

Summary: Mina catches Bakugou in a very incriminating circumstance, and of course, records it (cause how could she not). Unfortunately for her, Bakugou doesn’t think this is as funny as she thinks it is, but decides to make her laugh with his own methods anyways.

Word Count: 3084

REBLOGS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED, MWAH <33 xoxo

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Mina rolled onto her right side for what had to be the millionth time tonight, nothing ever feeling comfortable enough to just loll her into the right sleepy headspace she needed to get some goddamn shuteye. She’s never really had many problems with falling asleep before, so why tonight she had to be burdened with this temporary insomnia was beyond her.

Mina threw her arm out behind her back towards her bedside table, fingers fumbling around for her phone before finding it connected to the charger. Detaching it from it’s plug, she brought it towards her, face flinching at the sudden brightness before her eyes adjusted to the light. She groaned as she scanned over the time, 1:02AM, far later than she would typically still be awake. Sure, it was Friday so she didn’t have any classes to worry about the next day, but it was still frustrating to get off her normal sleeping schedule so suddenly and for seemingly no reason. She had to fix it soon before she pulled an accidental all-nighter.

Whining and groaning the whole way, Mina threw her legs out over the side of her bed, dangling her feet for a moment before slipping them into her cute fuzzy panda slippers she kept on her bedside. The girl figured her best bet for now would be to drink one of the soothing teas that Momo kept lying around in the kitchen for anyone to use. She dragged herself towards the door, allowing her arms to stretch over her head with a yawn before grabbing at the cold metal door handle and slowly creaking open the entrance.

She was careful to be quiet, turning the handle before shutting the door as to avoid any unnecessary clicks. She’d be damned if she made any of her light-sleeper classmates go through the same sleepless night she was currently going through by waking them up so late in the night. She walked heel to toe through the carpeted hallway, finding her way to the elevator finally and breathing a sigh of relief as the doors closed without a dinging sound.

After what felt like a treacherous journey, she finally made it to the corner that would lead her to both the kitchen and common area. But, before she turned the corner, she saw a light illuminating off the walls coming from the commons. Her brow quirked, not expecting any type of light to be shining from the area.

No worries, she thought. If someone accidentally left a light on I’ll just turn it off real quick so no one gets in trouble, easy peasy! She finally made it around the corner when it finally dawned on her where the light source was coming from in the first place; the TV.

Her eyes met the muted TV that seemed to be playing a...romance anime? The subtitles were on and the volume was completely turned off, so whoever had been watching it was obviously aware of how late it was and was trying to stay quiet for the rest of the class like Mina had been.

The pink girl watched the screen for a moment, reading the subtitles to find that one of the characters had apparently just confessed their love to someone else in some heroic fashion. It was super cute, and she’ll definitely have to look up whatever this is so she can watch it in her own time. Before she could make her way towards the action to turn the TV off, however, she heard...is that…?

...sniffles?

She paused, her ears perking up at the sound just in case she had imagined it. Then, no more than 3 seconds later, she heard it again. Sniffles, this time accompanied by a little groan of what sounded like endearment. This is so cute, she thought to herself, bringing her hand to her mouth to cover up any giggles that dared to escape. Someone’s crying about a romance anime right now, and it definitely sounded like one of the boys too! There’s no way I can’t find out who this is.

As quietly and sneakily as the acidic girl possibly could, she made her way towards the back of the couch, crouching down just slightly as to not alert them with her shadow. She finally allowed her eyes to peer just above the top of the cushion aaaand…

…

BAKUGOU?!

Mina could hardly believe what she was seeing. Was she complaining? Absolutely not, this was pure gold, it was just surprising! THE Bakugou Katsuki, curled up on the corner of the couch swaddled in a fluffy All Might blanket, tears pooling at the corners of his eyes with an actual smile on his face. He stuffed his mouth with popcorn before wiping his tears with the corner of his printed blanket, muffling a small “Finally,” into the fabric.

There was no chance in hell Mina was going to miss this golden opportunity.

Like a spy, Mina quickly but quietly snatched her phone from the pocket of her sleep shorts, opening the camera before pressing record. She zoomed in on the romantic scene displayed on the screen, before slowly panning down to the still sniffling Bakugou, the light from the TV bright but his smile even brighter. She hit the off button before stuffing the phone back in her pocket with a grin, quietly making her way towards the kitchen.

She went to take a mug out of one of the top cabinets, purposefully shutting it louder than she needed to to alert the blonde on the sofa. He jumped at the noise, whipping his head around towards the girl before throwing his arm towards the coffee table to snatch the remote and turn the TV off with force.

“Why the fuck are you in here, Pinky?!!” Bakugou whisper-shouted from across the room, and though the light from the TV was now gone, Mina could just tell he had to be blushing from embarrassment. She grinned widely.

“Oh, y’know, couldn’t sleep,” She smirked, not looking Bakugou’s direction while filling her kettle with tap water. “I’m guessing the romantic buildup had to be pretty intense to make THE Lord Explosion Murder shed a few tears, huh?”

Bakugou froze before his body started to shake with anger, launching himself over the back of the couch and lunging towards Mina, grabbing her by the shoulders and digging his fingers into the flesh aggressively. He was seething, his jaw clenched and eyes white with anger, and though Mina was a little shaken up when he initially grabbed her, she couldn’t help but giggle when remembering what she had just seen moments ago.

“I WILL KILL YOU, YOU ALIEN FUCK!” He almost-shouted, and it was obvious he was still cautious of waking anyone up so Mina wouldn’t be able to tell anyone about what she had witnessed. “You keep this shit to yourself, got it?! Cause I’m not scared to fucking kill you!”

“Oh I know that, Blasty,” she smiled up at him, unable to suppress another giggle. “It’s too bad I got your little cry-sesh on camera then, huh?”

Bakugou’s face fell, his eyes wide before he squeezed even tighter into her shoulders. “You...you WHAT?!?!” Mina had meant to let out another laugh at his expense, but it turned into a yelp as she was aggressively hoisted up over his shoulder.

Mina kicked and laughed, hitting at his back to no avail as he stomped towards the couch and unceremoniously threw her down onto it, pinning her against the cushions, her hands now laying flat underneath his knees that were thrown over her waist.

“Woah, take me out to dinner first!” Mina’s eyes were wide as she let out a nervous chuckle. She tugged at her hands, but they weren’t going anywhere under his weight. She even tried kicking a little against the cushion, but yet again, nothing.

“Not into you like that, Pinky,” He aggressively pointed towards her face, the angry scowl never leaving his now wrinkled expression. “And you’re gonna delete that fucking video, got it?!”

“Are you kidding me?! I could never delete that! It’s gold and you know it!” Mina exasperated, shocked he could even consider that a possibility.

“NO IT’S FUCKING NOT!” He whisper-shouted into her face, moving his hand even closer to her face until it booped her nose, her eyes crossing down to look at it. “Delete it, Horns...or I’ll fucking make you.”

Mina uncrossed her eyes and looked up to Bakugou, whose face remained angry and undeterred. She sighed, “Ok, first of all, they’re not horns; they’re antennas. Secondly, you were too cute in the video to delete it! I’m sorry, Baku, but I can’t do that.”

Bakugou just grunted, moving both of his hands down now to grip at her waist, making her eyes widen with a sudden knowing fear. “I am NOT cute, and you WILL delete that fucking video, Pink-Fuck! You always give in to this shit,” Bakugou couldn’t help the smirk that rose on his face as he squeezed her sides once, making her jump and yelp.

“Nohoho! Bakugou, please, not thihis!” Mina couldn’t help the giggles that left her lips even if he hadn’t properly done anything yet. It was just the knowing of what was to come that caused nervous laughter to bubble from her chest and into both their ears.

“It doesn’t have to be this way, moron,” Bakugou said, eyeing down at her waist before noticing the phone-sized bulge in her shorts pocket. He smirked, reaching down and pulling it from its hiding spot. He looked at the screen before huffing, turning it to face her eyes. “Gimme the code. Now.”

“No way! You’ll just delete the video!” Mina said before yelping with another jerk as he pinched at her side again. “Dohon’t!” He sat her phone down on the arm of the couch before wiggling both his hands over her belly, the sight alone making her shriek and let out a flow of giggles.

“You’re gonna wanna give me that code, loser,” Bakugou grinned, jerking his hands down towards her stomach without touching her and bringing them back up, making Mina jerk aggressively with another yelp. “I haven’t even touched you yet and you’re already freaking out! This is gonna fucking suck for you if you don’t let me delete that damn video!”

Mina just pursed her mouth shut tightly, shaking her head “no” while letting little huffs of suppressed laughs escape from her nose. Bakugou just sighed, raising his wiggling fingers just slightly higher before a wide, sadistic grin cemented itself to his face.

“You asked for this.”

Before she had time to retaliate, wiggling fingers came down to pinch up her sides and into the dips of her ribs, sending her into a cackling fit. She kicked uselessly from behind him, tugging at her trapped hands to no avail.

Bakugou used his right hand to dig his fingertips into the bottom of her ribs, while skittering his other nails over her quivering belly. She sucked her stomach in as much as possible, but with each laugh it was brought back up, practically tickling itself on his fingers.

“Bakugohohou! Plehehease! Nohoho!” She squealed, her eyes squeezed tightly shut as he continued his relentless but playful torture.

“No what?” the blonde teased, using his index and middle fingers to vibrate into her tummy. She let out a shriek at that, jerking violently while trying to smush her face into the cushion beside her. “Ohoho, that bad, huh? Pretty effective method if I do say so myself,” Bakugou then used his two fingers on each hand to vibrate into her lower ribs, a spot he knows all too well is absolutely unforgiving. She screamed at this, shaking her head side to side as laughs poured from her gut. “I always get what I want, Pinky, and this isn’t gonna be any fucking different.”

Mina couldn’t help the loud shrieks and squeals that left her body, tossing herself from side to side with no effect whatsoever. “GAHAHAHA! Plehehease! It tickles too muhuhuch!”

“Not my fucking problem,” Bakugou went back to his squeezing method from before, this time bringing one hand down to pinch at her hip. Mina jolted at the touch, screaming and cackling at his relentless squeezing. “The code, moron, lest you forget about what got you here in the first place.”

“Nehehever! I cahahan’t!” she laughed before gasping in a breath of air as his hands let go of her body for a moment. She hesitantly opened one of her eyes to look at her tormentor, who was yet again wiggling his fingers over her tummy. She shut her eyes again tight at the sight, a new bout of giggles leaving her from anticipation. “Nohoho!”

“You can never handle being teased, can ya?” Bakugou grinned, before bringing both his hands back down to lift up her nightshirt up to her bottom ribs.

“No! No no no! Please! Bakugou, let’s talk about this!” Mina spluttered out nervously, opening her eyes to see him just ghosting his fingers over her still quivering belly. She tossed her head back with a giggly whine, kicking her feet behind him like a child in a tantrum.

“Nope. You had your damn chance, and you blew it,” He smirked devilishly, bringing his fingers down to gently skitter over her now bare belly, dissolving her into a fit of high-pitched giggles. “Now you’re gonna get-” BZZZ! BZZZ!

Bakugou paused his previously wiggling fingers, his head whipping up and eyes making contact with the now buzzing phone resting on the arm of the couch. He groaned when he read who was calling on Mina’s FaceTime, resting one hand on his knee while reaching out and swiping the phone from it’s resting spot (though his knees were still pressed firmly against Mina’s trapped hands- he hadn’t yet planned on stopping her torment.)

Bakugou pressed the bright green button on the screen and stared blankly at the dark screen as Denki answered. The boy had obviously been trying to sleep, evident by the fact no lights were on in his room.

“Bakugou?” The boy asked groggily on the other end, and even though Bakugou couldn’t technically see his face, he knew he had to have the dumbest expression printed all over it.

“Yes, what the hell do you want Pikachu?” Bakugou growled at the screen.

“Can you tell Mina to quit screaming? I could tell it’s her, her laughs are always the same; just so fuckin’ loud,” Denki chuckled, and Bakugou could hear his sheets shuffling. “What’s got her laughing so hard anyway? You aren’t exactly the funniest person on the planet.”

“I’M FUCKING HILARIOUS YOU DUNCE!” Bakugou shouted angrily into the phone, gripping it tightly as Mina just prayed he wouldn’t crush it with his pure fiery rage. “And that’s none of your fucking buisness!” Bakugou paused, looking down at Mina who had a sheepish grin on her face. He sighed. “She’ll be quiet now. Just go to sleep so you aren’t dumber tomorrow than you usually are,” Bakugou huffed, hanging up without allowing the blonde on the other end to get any word in.

The explosive teen threw Mina’s phone down beside her on the couch, hoisting himself off her with a scowl on his face and a roughness to his movements. Mina couldn’t help but feel a little guilty as he jerked his blanket out from under the girl aggressively and began making his way away from the couch. She quickly sat up and snatched his wrist, pulling him back slightly and making the boy grunt, looking back at her with tense brows.

“How about a compromise?” She proposed, a small grin on her face. He looked at her through squinted eyes for a moment, questioning her request. Finally, he rolled his eyes with a huff.

“Hit me with it,” he didn’t look at her in the eyes, but she celebrated internally at the fact he wasn’t too visibly angry at her.

“I’ve got a sleepover tomorrow with all the girls, and we’ve been dying for a special guest,” She bit her lip with a cheek-tearing smirk as his brow somehow managed to furrow even deeper. “Hang out with us for just a few hours tomorrow night; you don’t even have to sleep over, just stay for the fun parts. I’ll delete the video as soon as it’s over.”

He continued to stare at her questioningly, obviously not convinced nor happy with this compromise. She needed to give him more.

“I promise I won’t show a soul the video if you promise to go tomorrow. No one will even know it existed before it’s already gone,” she said, before deciding to finally pull out the big guns. She pouted out her bottom lip and lowered her wide eyes, eyebrows piercing upwards like a sad puppy. “Pleeease Bakugou? I promise it’ll be fun!”

He paused, staring at her sad little face and feeling himself go slightly soft inside while staring at his friend. He squeezed his eyes shut tight and jerked his arm out of the girl’s grasp with a loud groan.

“Fine...as long as this shit stays between us...I guess I’ll go,” Bakugou nearly whispered the last part, as if the words had to crawl their way out of his throat while being tied down from his sheer stubbornness alone.

Mina couldn't help the shriek of excitement she let out, her mouth quickly getting covered by Bakugou's large calloused hand while his other planted an index finger on his own mouth towards her. “Shut the fuck up Pinky, we already woke Dunce up!” She just smiled behind his hand, nodding up and down quickly.

Bakugou let out a sigh as he moved his hand from her face, using his fingers to squeeze at the bridge of his nose. “You are so fucking annoying, y’know that?”

Mina just giggled, standing up and giving Bakugou a hug so quick he couldn’t pull away from it. He stood in shock for a moment, before shoving her shoulder and making the girl fall back on the couch with an oof! followed by her giggles. He just rolled his eyes with a, “Tch,” throwing his blanket over his shoulder and walking towards the hallways.

“Night, Blasty! Get ready for the night of your life tomorrow!” She whisper-shouted towards the exiting boy, who only flipped her off as his body finally disappeared into the shadows of the shared hallways.

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A/N : hope you enjoyed!! i didn’t rlly proofread this so if it’s terribly written i apologize lmaoo, again if ur interested in a part 2 lemme know!!! much love <3 xoxo

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seacottons · 4 years ago

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— christmas with ateez

notes: fluff, mildly suggestive dialogue.

— park seonghwa

"But it's not fair! I gave you your present early!"

The male merely spun around, ignoring your whines as he adjusted the flickering lights over the fireplace. The wood crackled merrily in the fire and casted a brilliant orange glow onto the man's chiseled face.

"Yes, and I love it, but I never agreed that I'll give you your present early," he spoke as he jabbed the wood with the poker stick, sending bursts of sparks in the air, "Just be patient, love. Only a few more days."

"Okay, but," you grumbled as you sat crossed leg onto the couch, arms crossed and lukewarm coffee long forgotten on the table, "It still isn't fair."

With a sigh, your lover stands up to walk into the bedroom, before towering over you with a palm sized gift box. Taking the cover off, he dipped his hand inside, "Alright, fine. Since you won't stop acting like a baby, I guess it's only fair if I return the favor. You're going to love this," your eyes grew wide in anticipation as he simpered mostly to himself. He drew out his empty hand, only to shoot you a heart with his index finger and thumb. You guffawed momentarily, jaw dropping and heart sinking. Disappointment washed over you as he nearly doubled over with laughter.

"Park Seonghwa! You're not funny!"

You attempted to push his chest away with your fuzzy sock-clad feet, only for him to settle down in between your legs, hand propping his face up as he gazes at you in amusement. A mischievous glint sparkled in his orbs, one that you matched with a subtle glare.

"I was going to save this for Christmas, but you're so stubborn and insistent," reaching back, he pulled out a tiny, blue velvet box, hands working it open to reveal a ring, its brilliant, prismatic colors beaming against your shocked face as it caught the bright lights overhead, "I take it you know what this is for, right? I've been thinking about this for a while now, really, and I wanted to wait for the perfect opportunity to ask you, will you marry me?" His face fell instantly as tears streamed down your face, his brows knitting in worry as you broke down and wrapped your arms around his throat, nearly cutting off his air supply and circulation as you nodded aggressively against the column of his neck, voice hoarse and weak from the onslaught of overwhelming emotions, "Oh, you're such a big baby. My big baby."

— kim hongjoong

The sound of spools and scissors clattering down onto the floor snapped you out of your train of thought.

"This is too hard," Hongjoong flops down onto the floor of the living room, a whine escaping his throat, "I give up. I can't make an ugly sweater!"

Numerous colors of thread, ribbons, felt, and pom-poms littered the floor. The sound of snipping pierced the silence, and you smiled as you finally cut out the shape of a snowman. "You're just too much of a perfectionist, baby," you smile as you reach down to fluff his hair, "It's not supposed to look good. That's the point."

"But I can't help it," he whined as he rolled over so that his head rests in your lap, "It needs to look good! Even if it is supposed to be ugly. It still should look decent."

Rolling your eyes playfully, you lean down to place a peck against the tip of his scrunched nose, "Relax, Joongie. Just have fun with it."

You munched on gingersnap biscuits as you amusedly watched him as he fringed the edge of a red ribbon for the cuffs of his sweater. His brows furrowed in concentration as he added more stitches and pieces of fabric scraps onto the emerald-green article of clothing. An hour passed and you grew tired, hands trembling while readjusting the thread on the spool. Hongjoong was still going at it, stubborn hands picking and taking away at decorations he had already added onto his sweater.

"Stop, it looks great like that," you nudged him playfully, a yawn escaping your mouth as you leaned your head against his side, "Hurry up and finish, Joong. I'm sleepy."

He contemplates momentarily, hesitant hands outstretched over his sweater on the floor. Dropping his hands in his lap, he glanced at you for a split second, hands reaching to brush the hair out of your face as your head nodded with drowsiness, "Alright. I'll take your word for it, baby. Now let's get you into bed before you sleep on the floor again."

— jeong yunho

"Come on! The last store is closing in thirty minutes!"

The snow crunched beneath your boots as you pulled along your best friend through the numerous window shops. Lilac and blue shadows danced along the snow-covered sidewalk as shoppers briskly walked about in droves to shop for holiday gifts. Twinkling lights hung along eaves of the buildings, lampposts, as well as the bare trees in town. A variety of holiday songs can be heard throughout every turn, each shop displaying sparkling wreaths and flashing lights to beckon customers in.

Giant candy canes flanked the streets, leading to a monstrous sized evergreen tree in the center of town. Yunho's cheeks and nose flushed red from the cold, and despite trembling in his boots from the onslaught of sharp flurries beating against his face, he takes one look at your beaming expression and is instantly filled with a strange warmth that not even a crackling fireplace can provide.

He'll admit, maybe today wasn't the best day to get dragged by his best friend to go window shopping for all your mutual friends, but his soft spot for you prevented him from disagreeing. While you rambled on and on about how it would be cute to buy Jongho a muscly teddy bear and Mingi a sparkly crown, his mind drifted to when you stopped at a particular store and suddenly ceased your talking to gaze open-mouthed at a large snow globe filled with iridescent glitter, sparkling snowmen, and penguins. The afternoon sky was flecked with shining amber and pink clouds that illuminated your sparkly eyes, and the smell of cinnamon tea and roasting chestnuts filled the town's air.

He smiled to himself, already mentally preparing the gift wrap color and ribbon. Hopefully, this year his wrapping skills will improve. Maybe he'll just let Seonghwa help him out.

"Yunho, are you even paying attention to me!?"

— kang yeosang

You woke up to an unusually bright light, brows furrowing and eyes scrunching shut. Peeking your head over your lover's sleeping frame you noted the piles of snow gathering against the window you decorated with silly, little window clings last night. Frost stretched into arabesque patterns on the glass window panes, the crystals glistening gold in the morning sunlight.

The second your foot grazed the icy tiles of your bedroom, you opted to remain in bed and steal some of Yeosang's body heat. Lifting his limp arm, you tucked yourself into his hold, face buried against his chest. The shift in movement stirred him from his slumber, and he sat up bleary-eyed and confused.

Peering down at your frame silently, he settled back against the bed, tugging you closer and placing multiple pecks onto the crown of your head. Mornings like these were your favorite. You loved to cling onto your lover like second skin as the two of you slept soundlessly. He was always so, so warm and soft, and his embrace always felt like home.

The extra hours of sleep felt like mere minutes, and by the time you peeled your eyes open for the second time, Yeosang was no longer in the center of the bed spooning you. Sitting up with a deep inhale, you grimaced at the glistening snow outside, the icy wind howling and sending tuffs of ice scattering about. The sound of padded footsteps caught your attention, and you were suddenly overwhelmed with the scent of cocoa.

Yeosang stood in the doorway with an unamused expression, two steaming mugs of hot chocolate in hand and chocolate stains on his beige, fleece sweater, "Oh good, you're awake. You slept like a rock while I nearly set the kitchen on fire."

"What did you do.." you mumbled, fists reaching up to rub at your eyes, "Should I even ask?"

You're suddenly aware of the faint smell of something burnt in the air and the thin haze of smoke lingering throughout your apartment.

"Don't worry," he mused as he handed you the red mug of hot chocolate, your eyes instantly drawn to the dollop of cream and marshmallows floating on the surface. He settled onto the bed beside you, leaning in to give you a chocolate-stained kiss, "We needed a new microwave anyway."

— choi san

"See, your shower wasn't that bad," you cooed gently as you swaddled your boyfriend's cat, Byeol, in a fluffy blanket, carrying her out to the living room. You bumped into a hard chest, Byeol instantly taking the opportunity to dive out of your arms to scurry away. Snapping your head up, you were met with a smirking, cardigan-clad San who leaned against the doorframe.

You dropped your gaze to the dangling mistletoe in his hands, scoffing playfully at the sight. Throughout your entire apartment, mistletoes hung from every doorframe and corner with San's stubborn insistence. Leaning forward, you cupped his dimpled cheeks bringing him in closer to slot your lips against his own in a chaste kiss.

"I told you, you don't need a mistletoe to ask me for a kiss," you murmured against his mouth as he placed numerous pecks onto your glossed lips. Pulling you taut against his chest, he burrows his head into the crook of your neck, and you feel his lips twitch up into a knowing smile.

"But I've been getting more kisses thanks to all the mistletoes," he laughed against your skin, arms coiling tightly around your frame, his hands fondling your rear, "Even more than Byeol. So, I think I might just keep them hung up even after-"

The sound of glass shattering startled him, his frame jolting up instantly, eyes wide as saucers.

"That better not be my new snow globe."

Peeling himself from your hold, San scrambled to the bedroom, the sounds of his cries reverberating throughout the apartment. Reaching down to pick up the forgotten mistletoe, you laugh as he scolded Byeol, who in return dashed out of the room without a care in the world.

San stood in the doorway with a broken snow globe in hand, a pout eminent on his features, "I'm giving Byeol coal for Christmas," he spat angrily as you walked over to him, eyes rolling and hands working on unbuttoning the cardigan he had on to continue what he had previously started, "I knew she should've been on Santa's naughty list."

He suddenly ceases his rant, peering at you with a questioning gaze.

You raised your arm high in the air, and the mass of green dangled in front of San's curious face. His eyes flickered from the mistletoe to your face repeatedly, before his crestfallen expression morphs into one of mischief, "And you are most definitely on San's naughty list."

— song mingi

Mingi lets out a loud shriek as the roof of his gingerbread house topples over into a mess of frosting and gummy treats. Peeking over from your side of the table, you nearly laugh at the sight of him apologizing to the fallen gummy bears smeared with excess frosting, "Ming-Ming, try adding more frosting! It'll help."

"This is a lot harder than it looks!" he complained as he delicately squeezed a line of vanilla icing onto the edges of the cookie, "I nearly killed the gummy bear family. My hands are just too big and clumsy-"

He squeezed his eyes shut as he once again placed the remaining piece of gingerbread cookie onto the house, one eye peeking open to stare in awe at the stabilized cookie house. His eyes glimmered with joy, mouth stretching wide into a contagious grin as he silently points at his creation in fear that his voice will send it crashing down for a second time that night.

Mingi's gingerbread house was cute, you'll give him that. Smears of frosting stained the sides and the roof, and excess frosting dripped from the seams connecting all the pieces together. His hands scrambled to pick out the first of his decorations.

"Let's see," he hummed in satisfaction, "Baby, help me out. Peppermint candies or gum drops for the wreath on the door?"

"I don't think your gummy bear family will approve of their kind being used as a wreath," you giggled, your sock-clad feet intertwining between his legs underneath the table as you reached into the bowl of treats to plop a few in your mouth, "Pass me the red icing, please."

"You're absolutely right," he says in a matter of factly, eyes wide and curious as he squeezes dollops of icing onto the sides of the gingerbread house, "The gum drops will be the flowers around the house. Y'know, just like Spongebob's house?"

When he wasn't met with a reply, he peers up curiously, mouth dropping instantly with a loud gasp, "No! Stop! Don't eat the gingerbread men! I need those!"

— jung wooyoung

Crouching down, you admired the way the frost glistened in the sunlight, your fingers reaching forward to trace the arabesque patterns on the tree trunks and leaves. A flying mass of white flung over your head and onto the tree bark, another hitting you square on your bum. A high-pitched scream rung out almost immediately from your throat, your frame stumbling onto the snow littered ground.

You whipped your head back at the source of laughter from behind you, and your eyes instantly squint in aggravation at the cackling male behind you. Wisps of ebony locks peek out from his red beanie, framing his amused face and cheeky grin. He trudged towards the snowmen you two built ( the same one with the goofy, crooked smile he insisted looked like you ) and struck a pose on one leg, arms stretched high to form a heart as he winked at you, his long, lilac shadow stretching onto the expanse of soft snow.

"Baby, haven't I taught you to never turn your back on your enem-" He startled as a tiny golf-sized snowball slammed and crumbled onto his nose. Brushing off the snow and clenching his jaw, he then released a huff through his nose and whined, boot-clad feet stomping into the snow, "Ah! I was being cute for you! Don't ruin my moment!"

His nose grew considerably more flushed from the impact of snow, and he drew back, threatened, when you stomped your way towards him, a sheepish smile finding its way onto his features. Attempting to assert dominance, he cleared his throat, eyes smoldering as he leaned in close towards your face with a faint smirk, "It's okay to be a sore loser, you know?" Reaching down, he pats your bum free of the remaining snow, snickering to himself when you slap his hands away, before releasing a loud cry of surprise when you push him back to land on the smaller of the two snowmen.

"No!" he whined instantly, "Baby! You made me crush your twin." He scrambled up to assess the damage as you cackled beside him, his eyes practically slits as he pulled you in by your scarf, "That's what you're going to look like too, after I'm done with you."

— choi jongho

This year, your boyfriend disagreed to all your attempts to buy a faux tree for your living room, and instead flaunted his strength as he single-handedly chopped one down and dragged it to his car. The pungent smell of cedar was overwhelming in your tiny apartment, but you thought it was well worth the trip to see Jongho so proud and satisfied with himself for doing all the hard work with no aid.

He carefully stood on a stool as he wrapped golden tinsel around the tree, his brows furrowed on concentration, "Tell me if it's crooked, baby," he crouched down as he reached the end, hand outstretched in a silent gesture for the scissors. You placed the box of hand painted ornaments and ribbons down, hands reaching in to grab at a few, only to be stopped by Jongho, "No, no. It's okay, I can do it. Don't worry, love."

"But I want to-"

"Ssh," he places a finger to your pouting lips and stops your futile attempt to persuade him, "Let Macho Jongho do all of the work, princess."

Crossing your arms with a roll of your eyes, you watched him tie multiple bows of ribbon along the edges of the tree. Jongho always regarded you like delicate glass, never allowing you to do any tiresome work if he was around. In the beginning, it was quite endearing, but moments like these you wanted to pull on his ear and demand him to accept your help. Besides, decorating the Christmas tree was the highlight of the entire holiday.

A muffled cuss caught your attention, and you perked your head up to gaze at the frustrated male across the room. You watched as he struggled with the fairy lights, the thin metal coiling around his arms and fingers, "Babe," he called out in defeat, "I need help."

"I thought you'd never ask."

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mandoalorian · 4 years ago

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Praying ...

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🕯Max and her having 🕯

🕯 a baby and adopting 🕯

🕯Maxine on next year's 🕯

🕯 Christmas . 🕯

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To Build A Home [Maxwell Lord x Reader]

READ PART ONE HERE.

Rating: PG

Warnings: mention of orphanage, adoption, birth.

Word count: 2.7k

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Masterlist (PS— if you like reading Maxwell as a father as much as I like writing him, I also have a cute one shot where he has a daughter AND a cat called ‘Soulmates’. You can read that here.)

Maxwell Lord didn't know what true love was until he held his newborn daughter in his arms. The delivery was peaceful and the child was born awake, her big brown eyes sparkling as she let out the gentlest of cries. "It's a girl," Maxwell announced, his voice croaking as the midwife took your daughter to clean her up.

"A girl?" you sniffed. "Just like you wanted." You beamed, leaning over and hugging Maxwell.

Maxwell let out a choked sob. "She's beautiful," he whispered and your heart melted in your chest. "She looks like you. Not much hair and a little red, and she has my eyes but… she really does look like you," you had never heard him speak with so much joy and delight. "We have ourselves a daughter." he confirmed and you giggled happily as he pressed a comforting kiss into your cheek and smoothed out your messy hair.

Having a newborn baby was not easy. You didn't expect it to be easy, but even with the many house staff coming and going… the butler's and the maids and the nanny’s… it was still a struggle. She would wake up at the most ungodly hour demanding to be fed. She would throw up in the morning all over Maxwell's thousand dollar suits right before he had to head to work. Maxwell swore the diaper changing was the worst, but he loved her unconditionally and he wouldn't change a thing.

In fact, he wanted more. Maxwell Lord always wanted more— no matter what it was. But never did he think he'd want more children, that's for sure. You had just put little Isabella down in her cot, after nursing her and praying she'd actually settle this bedtime. You got undressed, slid into your silk pajama set and swaddled yourself with plenty of blankets in your king sized bed, next to Maxwell. The nights were getting colder, but the warmth of laying next to your fiancée provided you with just enough comfort.

You tore the office paperwork from Maxwell's hands and set it on the nightstand before taking off his reading glasses and kissing him slowly. "Are you nervous for tomorrow?" you asked, in between breathy kisses.

Maxwell nodded. "I know I want this… it's just, I want what's best for her too." Maxwell admitted sheepishly. You rubbed your nose against his and laid your head in his lap. "Isabella was born only three months ago… do you think we're ready for another?"

You smiled. "We're an unstoppable team Maxwell, I know we're ready. It's not going to be easy, but we can do it. I know we can. And I love you."

"I love you too," he sighed, pressing his lips into yours and dropping his hand to caress your body over your pyjamas. You giggled into the kiss as he touched you and moved your head away from his.

"You still got the Santa costume?" you asked, smacking your lips together.

"Mm," Maxwell mumbled, leaning in to kiss you again but you pulled away. "What? It's in the back of the closet. Let me kiss you."

You laughed and nodded, leaning back in to kiss him. He pushed you into the bed sheet and tugged at your silk shorts as he hovered over your body.

Like every morning, you awoke at dawn to Isabella crying for her breakfast. Nursing her, you gave her a bottle of milk and greeted the nanny. "Hey, you sure you don't mind watching Isabella while Maxwell and I head out?" you asked with a pleasant smile.

"Of course not, she's a little darling. It would be a pleasure." the nanny smiled as you passed Isabella over.

"Daddy's little darling." Maxwell said, appearing in the kitchen in his Santa costume… minus the hat and beard. You padded over to him and put your hand on his tummy, a blush creeping over his cheeks as you looked up at him with doe eyes.

"You know, this is kinda sexy." you smirked, pressing down the red fabric and making sure he looked neat and tidy. Maxwell rolled his eyes.

"Go get your elf dress on. We're going to be late." he told you, flicking his wrist out and checking the time on his gold Cartier watch. You nodded, heading back into your bedroom. Maxwell turned to the nanny. "You feed her again at 12, and then at 2, but we should be back by then. She likes to play with her felt books and rattle… they’re in the-"

"Nursery," the nanny finished Maxwell's sentence with a gentle smile. "I know Mr Lord, please don't worry about little Isabella. She's in safe hands, I promise."

Maxwell hesitated but looked down at his daughter who was already looking up at him, her big brown eyes sparkling. She reached out to her father, making little grabby fists as a smile appeared on her face. "I love you princess." he mumbled, kissing his daughter on the forehead.

Maxwell set the sack of presents down under the orphanages Christmas tree, the children clambering and squealing excitedly as they raced over to pick out what Santa (or you and Max) had got for them. "Batman!" A young boy yelled, jumping up with a plastic Batman figurine and showing it off excitedly.

"Really?" Maxwell sighed, leaning into you. "A Batman toy?" he tutted and you laughed, smacking him playfully in his broad chest.

"Princess Jasmine!" A younger girl exclaimed, holding a turquoise Princess Jasmine costume to her body and showing it off in front of the other girls. "I'm going to wear this everyday."

You went to whisper something into Maxwell's ear but noticed that he must've sauntered off somewhere. Your gaze flicked around the living room as you tried to search for him but he was truly nowhere in sight. "Where did Santa Claus go?" a little girl asked, pulling on the hem of your green elf dress.

"I'm not sure," you told her, biting your lip. "Let me go have a look. Wait here, okay?" you told her and she nodded, turning back to open some more presents.

"Where is Maxine?" Maxwell asked the head social worker at the orphanage. "She wasn't with the other kids."

The social worker, Stacey, frowned. "She's in her bedroom. It's been a tough Christmas for her." Stacey explained.

"Can I ask why?" Maxwell prodded curiously.

"We thought she had found her forever home. A family had taken a liking to her but, just the day before Christmas Eve they decided they didn't want her anymore. It came completely out of the blue. She's devastated."

Maxwell's heart sank in his chest at the revelation. "You don't know why they changed their mind?" he asked sadly.

"I'm afraid not," Stacey shook her head. "Maxine is uhm… quite a lot to handle."

"May I go see her?" Maxwell asked.

"Sure, her bedroom is three doors down and to the left." Stacey informed him, pointing her finger down the corridor.

Maxwell sauntered off, finding the room and giving it a brief knock on the door. "Go away!" he heard a little voice cry out. Maxwell couldn't help but smile when he heard Maxine's familiar voice. He didn't think he would have missed her this much, but he did. Maxwell hesitantly opened the door.

"It's Santa!" he called out, grinning when Maxine turned around with teary eyes.

"S-Santa?" Maxine whispered timidly. "You came back?"

Maxwell sat on the edge of Maxine's bed and Maxine crawled over to him. Maxwell pulled the little girl onto his lap. "I promised didn't I?" he smiled.

"You did." Maxine returned the smile. She had stopped crying for the first time in days.

"Have you been a good girl this year?" Maxwell asked, raising a suspicious eyebrow. Maxine nodded excitedly.

"Very good!" Maxine squealed, nuzzling her cheek into Max’s chest. Maxwell felt his heart grow warm at the affection from the child he had grown to care so much about.

"Your friends are out in the living room opening their presents… don't you want to go see them?" Maxwell quizzed, nudging her slightly. Maxine shook her head 'no'. "Well, I know you've been a good girl. That's why there's someone here to see you. Could you give me five minutes?" Maxwell asked, a huge grin painted on his face? Maxine nodded, shuffling off his lap and picking up her teddy, hugging it tight to her chest.

Maxwell left her bedroom, walking down the corridor and pulling off his Santa hat and faux beard before bumping into you. "Hey, I was looking for you everywhere!" you hissed. "Put your hat and beard back on before a kid sees!" you looked around anxiously in hope that nobody was around.

"I spoke to Maxine." Maxwell smiled, tears pooling in his eyes. Your face softened.

"Oh," you were speechless. "And?"

"Get out of your elf dress and meet me by the main entrance. I'm going to speak to Stacey and have her draft the adoption papers for us to sign." Maxwell said, planting a kiss on your cheek. You choked back a sob and hugged your fiancée tight.

"We're getting another daughter?" you asked, the news finally settling in.

"Yeah, we're getting another daughter." Maxwell confirmed, unable to contain his excitement. "Okay, you have five minutes! Quick!" He ushered you back down the hallway and into the living room.

"Um, guys!" you called, the little bell on your elf hat jingling as you tried to get the attention of all the kids. "Guys! Father Christmas has had to leave to go see some more children, but he wishes you all the merriest Christmas and the happiest new year. And he told me to tell you that you all better be good, and he'll come again next year." you said with a cheery smile and the children horray’d.

"What do you say to the elf?" a member of staff encouraged.

"Thank you Mrs Elf." The children all said in unison before turning back to their presents.

You smiled, nodding in contentment before racing out of the living room and outside. You pulled out a plain woollen dress and some tights from the back of the car and quickly changed out of your elf dress, not forgetting to reapply your lipstick and fasten the laces of your winter boots. Deciding you looked like you were back to your usual self, you re-entered the orphanage. A few of the children gave you a confused stare, but it was short lived.

"You're… you're…" it was the same boy from last year, who had shoved the tabloid in your face. You giggled, sinking down to his level.

"Shhh." you smiled, placing a finger over your lips. "What's your name?" you asked.

"Eric." he said excitedly. "I've seen you on the television… you're like. Famous."

You laughed, shaking your head. "Eric is such a lovely name. Like a prince. Have you seen my husband? He's supposed to be here." you asked Eric, who's jaw dropped.

"M-Maxwell Lord the fourth is- is here?" Eric was starstruck. "Wait, I'm not even wearing my best clothes. You know I study business in school? It's my favourite subject. And I- I really look up to your husband, I- I watch all his infomercials. I…"

You placed a hand on Eric's shoulder. "You study business?" you raised an eyebrow. "What do you want to do when you grow up?"

"I want my own company." Eric grinned excitedly.

"You do?" you gasped. "You know, it's hard work. You think you could handle it?"

Eric nodded furiously. "I know I could."

"Never stop believing." you told him, before raising back to his feet.

"Darling?" you heard Maxwell call. You smiled when you saw that your fiancée was back to wearing one of his high end business suits with the floral print tie and matching pocket square, his Armani heels clicking against the floor and his sunglasses perched on the curve of his nose.

"Oh! Max!" you gasped. "There's someone I'd like you to meet. This is Eric. His favourite subject in school is business and he wants to have his own company when he's older."

Maxwell turned to face Eric, reaching out to shake his hand. "Nice to meet you buddy." Maxwell charmed, taking off his sunglasses and clipping them to his shirt. "It's a pleasure."

Eric was speechless, his mouth opening and closing like a fish. "Uh… Eric is a big fan." you explained to Maxwell.

"I've always wanted to meet you." Eric blushed, enamoured to be standing before his idol.

"Eric, how old are you? Thirteen? Fourteen?" Maxwell asked, folding his arms over his chest.

"Fourteen." Eric smiled nervously.

"Black Gold Cooperative offer an apprentice scheme for kids like yourself who have an interest in one day building their own business. It's very competitive but… I'd love to offer you a position during the summer."

"M-me?" Eric stabbed a finger into his own chest, his eyes wide and teary.

"Come on buddy, don't let me down. I'd love to have you work with me on some projects. I bet you have some brilliant ideas." Maxwell gave Eric his iconic television smile as he charmed the young boy.

"I would be honoured." Eric beamed and Maxwell leaned in to give him a hug.

"That's great." Maxwell laughed, patting Eric on the back and standing back up.

"Mr Lord? I- I also have an interest in geology. Could I show you my rock collection?" Eric asked nervously, fumbling with his thumbs.

"You know Eric, I have my own rock collection myself. But I am here on business at the moment. Eric, I'd love to meet with you sometime during the new year and we could have a chat. Is that okay?" Maxwell asked and Eric nodded happily. "Brilliant, have a great Christmas." Maxwell wished before heading down the corridor and on his way to Maxine's room.

You smiled at a still starstruck Eric. "Merry Christmas." you whispered and he looked at you with the biggest heart eyes.

You followed Maxwell to Maxine's room and entered behind him. "Hello." Maxwell said timidly. Maxine may have met Santa plenty of times, but she had never met Maxwell and he wasn't sure how she'd react. Maxine furrowed her eyebrows, glancing between you both.

"You look like a princess." Maxine gasped, sliding off her bed and walking towards you with huge, glistening eyes.

"No, you look like a princess." you told Maxine who smiled happily. She turned to Maxwell.

"I recognise you." she said bluntly, tapping her finger on her chin as she pondered.

"Uh, do you watch television?" Maxwell asked curiously.

"No." Maxine replied. "I recognise your eyes."

You gasped, realising she must've recognised Maxwell from when he was Santa and made an attempt to divert her attention. You introduced yourself to the little girl. "Me and my husband have been keeping a close eye on you for about a year now," you revealed. "We'd like to adopt you, Maxine. If that's something you wanted. I know it's out of the blue but-"

"Do you have a cat?" Maxine squealed.

"N-no?" you replied.

"You want a cat?" Maxwell asked, kneeling down to face the little girl who he had become so acquainted with and taking her hands. "We can get a cat."

Maxine burst into tears. "I thought I would never find my forever home. Please, promise me you won't ever ever leave me."

Maxwell Lord's father had left when he was 16 and he lived with an absent and abusive mother throughout his entire adolescence. He knew how it felt to be alone, unwanted. He knew better than most people would ever even believe. He pulled Maxine into his chest, who was now sobbing hysterically, dampening his suit. Maxwell shed a tear himself.

"You are my daughter and I love you," he whispered into her hair. "Let us give you a home."

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olivia-anderson-fanfic · 4 years ago

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A Miraculous TikTok Account

Part 11

First

Rena was running out of time.

(To make TikToks. She wasn’t dying for anything except content.)

She’d figured that she would do Q&A type things, it was close enough to the content she’d used to make but far enough away that no one would suspect anything about her identity. It was perfect!

But the other heroes were… let’s say ‘less than eager’ to divulge much information to her. Especially not when they were being filmed.

Ladybug had pulled her aside one day to explain why.

“Rena…” She reached out and gently rested a hand on her shoulder.

Rena knew what that meant, she’d gotten it enough back when she was just a civilian. For just a second, she was thrown back to the first time one of her family members had died, to the way she had promised that she wouldn’t come back until she had her sister safely in her arms...

But she knew that it couldn’t be like that. Ladybug didn’t know who she was just like Rena didn’t know her identity. It was nothing that serious.

“We can’t give much information to the public. Hawkmoth could be watching.”

A fair point. It hurt, though.

She crossed her arms over her chest. “So we don’t show him our weaknesses, it’s not that hard.”

“We have to assume any information could be used against us.”

Rena frowned. “By that logic we can’t upload any content…?”

“We can’t upload any content of substance, no. Messing around in a store is fine. Videos of animals are fine. Anything beyond that is… potentially problematic.”

The idea of style over substance was foreign to the hero. Her whole brand used to be substance over style, done with a phone camera but close enough to fights for people to actually get a glimpse of the heroes in action. What was she supposed to do?

“What’s your niche, then?” Said Rena, hoping to get an idea.

“I was going to do some videos on mental and physical wellness.”

Yeah, no. That was a very ‘Ladybug’ thing to do, Rena probably couldn’t encroach on that in any way. But… what else was there?

Ladybug opened her mouth like she was about to say something, and then she shook her head and disappeared to her room.

Rena watched her leave in silence, and then fell back on the couch. She rested her hands over her eyes, something that was very uncomfortable due to the weird fabric of the mask on her face, and tried to think.

Ladybug had been fair. They already had enough of a gap between the information Hawkmoth had versus the amount they did, they shouldn’t make that worse… but then what was the point of them doing social media accounts?

And, she mused, why hadn’t Ladybug just told Master Fu her concerns?

Something wasn’t adding up, but she didn’t exactly know what.

The reporter in her was itching to find out. She didn’t want to invade Ladybug’s privacy, especially not when the other already seemed wary enough around her, but it was hard to just let go…

So, what could she do?

She grumbled as she went to Carapace’s room, not even bothering to knock as she walked in. It wouldn’t matter if she did, her miraculous made it so that most people’s eyes and ears slid right over her unless she actively worked to get them to notice her.

He was in his hero costume, though that wasn’t surprising considering he’d gotten back from patrols only a few minutes ago.

Carapace jumped a little in surprise when she came to a stop by his desk and looked up from where he was booting up his computer.

“Salut?” He said slowly.

“Salut! I need help.”

He raised his eyebrows a little and then shrugged. With a tiny wave of his hand, a second chair made of a bunch of different plates appeared behind her.

She took a seat and crossed her legs. “Everyone talks to you, right?”

“I guess…?”

“So do you know what everyone’s doing for their TikTok accounts?”

“I’m going to get footage of us acting friendly, Chat is filming animals he sees on patrols, Ladybug is ‘promoting mental and physical wellness’, and Chloe…” He sucked in a breath. “I don’t know what Chloe’s doing, but she started laughing maniacally when I asked so I’m not eager to find out.”

Rena pouted a little bit. Great, so everyone’s taken all the good and easy ideas. What else was there?

“I don’t know what to do with my account. Ladybug says I can’t do interviews and stuff because Hawkmoth could use stuff against us.”

Carapace briefly looked confused, and then understanding crossed his face. “Well, I can tell you that no one here would disagree with that.”

“I know, I know, it makes sense,” she sulked, resting her head on her hand. “But then what do I do?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. Being the ‘smart one’ is kind of your thing.”

She frowned at that, but brushed past it. “I don’t really care about my image, it’s not that important to me --.”

“It should be.”

Her gaze shot up to see his expression was uncharacteristically serious.

He seemed to realize this, too, because he cleared his throat and brought a smile to his face again.

“I know you’re new, so let me give you some advice: keep your life as a hero and a civilian as far apart as you possibly can. Since we’re everyone’s therapists and all, it’s kind of depressing when you start thinking about everything the civvies tell you when you’re off the job.”

Carapace reached out slowly, giving her time to draw back, and rested a hand on top of her head.

“So, lean into your image. Lean into it so hard you become a parody of yourself. It’s better for everyone that way. Trust me.”

She reached up and pulled his hand off, frowning deeply. “If you think that then why did you agree to live with us? Why are you taking videos of us all being friends?”

“Well, I live with everyone because it was a good solution for some concerns I had about college… not that we really had a choice. Master Fu wasn’t going to give it up.” He leaned back in his chair and stretched. “And I’m taking videos of everyone because it’ll help when we need to do our whole therapy thing. People talk more when they feel close to you.”

Rena stared at him in shock. That was… surprisingly cold and calculated for the supposed ‘nice’ hero. Then again, by his own admission, he didn’t even see himself as that nice of a person.

Were all the other heroes like that? Lying about their personalities for the sake of the public or their mental health? And, if they were, were they keeping up the act while there too or did they consider living in the house their new ‘civilian’ life?

She pushed herself to her feet abruptly, startling Carapace a second time. She crossed her arms.

“I’ve got an idea for what to do. Thanks.”

“Huh? But I didn’t --?”

She was already gone.

Despite the temptation to disobey that she was pretty sure wasn’t entirely her fault, Rena had gone to Ladybug a few days later with a proposal:

“I still want to be an informant to the people.” She saw Ladybug begin to protest, so she rushed to finish the rest of her sentence: “Obviously, I won’t be giving them anything of substance, but it could help to make them feel closer to us as heroes.”

Ladybug couldn’t turn down the reasoning. It was what Carapace had listed as his own.

And, to her delight, Ladybug seemed to agree because she clicked her tongue and nodded.

“Fine. What’re you planning to do?”

“Simple stuff. A house tour -- making sure to blur and hide anything that could give Hawkmoth our location -- and then after that keep them updated on the news.”

There was a silence as she considered this. Then her head tipped to the side. “What do you mean by ‘news’?”

“Nothing major. Have you ever seen a drama channel on YouTube? Stuff like that.”

“... fine, but you should run your videos by everyone involved before uploading.”

Rena nodded her understanding.

She started with the house tour. If she was going to do this, she needed to gain their trust. A few normal videos, and then she’d start trying to slip the public information about the heroes’ true personalities.

Rena didn’t want to expose them to Hawkmoth, and especially didn’t want to expose their families, so she really was going to try to respect most of their privacy. For this reason, she did tell them all when she was going to do the house tour so they could hide anything that could be used to figure out their identities.

She started with the shared rooms like the kitchen and living room, but she brushed past all of that quickly since she knew that wasn’t what they’d be interested in.

Her room was first. It was the same size as every other bedroom in the house, but it felt tiny and cramped. There was a dresser, a desk, a bed, three different bookshelves, an end table… well, let’s just say that she’d brought more stuff than necessary. The room wasn’t exactly neat, it seemed that it would buckle under the weight of Rena’s knickknacks if she wasn’t careful, but it wasn’t necessarily dirty either; everything had its place.

She decided to put the more boring rooms in the middle for the good old watchtime. Ladybug’s room was fine but her personality was a bit dull when it came to this kind of thing, and Carapace’s personality was fine but his room was boring, so...

She was off to Ladybug’s room. She climbed up to the attic and finally figured out exactly what Ladybug had been working on since they’d moved in. Apparently she was trying to make an indoor jungle gym using the support beams on the ceiling. It actually looked like a pretty good workout, though maybe a little unsafe. Beyond that, the room was rather full. Random pieces of furniture (mostly chairs) were strewn about, loaded with a precarious amount of fabrics.

She found Ladybug hunched over a sketchbook on her bed, swaddled in blankets despite the fact that the attic was actually pretty warm.

She looked up at her and blinked. “Oh. Now? Okay.” She escaped her blanket prison with minimal struggling and then gave a short tour of her room.

Rena pointed to a divider on the other side of the room. “What’s behind there?”

Ladybug looked over and a blush spread across her face. “I don’t have a closet, so that’s where I put the secret identity stuff for now. Don’t go back there.”

For some reason, Rena thought she was being lied to. However, she couldn’t just go back there when Ladybug had just said that it would reveal her identity, so she just nodded and said: “Gotcha. Thanks for the tour.”

She moved on to Carapace’s room next. She pushed the door to his room open and sent a smile and a wave. All his textbooks were safely stashed out of sight and he’d cleaned up the normal mess of old snacks for the video, which somehow made his room feel even emptier than usual.

“Here we have a wild Carapace in his natural habitat. Though, why this is what he chose as his natural habitat is beyond me.”

He laughed good-naturedly. “I don’t need much.”

“I can see that.”

He smiled. “Ridiculous! Utterly Ridiculous!” He said, doing his best impression of Chloe.

Rena cleared her throat, and then did a perfect impression of her voice.

Carapace’s eyes widened. “Chloe?”

She tried not to laugh, and instead nodded and continued her impression: “Yes. I’m secretly Chloe. Rena asked me to take her place for this because she was tired.”

He didn’t seem sure whether or not to take this as a joke, and she gleefully left the room.

She moved on to Chloe’s room. It was… somehow both bright and dark in there and this threw Rena off more than she’d like to admit. While most people would take Rena for the hoarder (and they’d probably be right to), Chloe also seemed to have some hoarding problems; the walls were taken up with different luxury items from jewelry to handbags; the floor was littered with different plants at seemingly random intervals.

Chloe looked up from where she was tending to some plants with the help of a few bees (wait, was there an actual BEEHIVE in there?).

“I like your… bees…?”

Chloe snickered. “Thanks. They don’t like you, though, so I’d suggest you leave.”

Rena was a little offended that the bees didn’t like her, but she didn’t need to be told twice.

She headed to Chat’s room next.

When she opened the door she had thought that he wasn’t there. The lights were off outside of a TV which, upon closer inspection, she realized someone was playing a video game. Huh. She turned on the light.

Once she was actually able to see, she was taken aback by how dirty it was. Clothes littered the ground; the bed looked like it hadn’t been made since they moved in; there was a grand piano but it was currently being used as a trash can for old snack bags.

“Did you forget that I was doing a house tour today?”

“Nope,” said Chat from somewhere in the filth.

“Oh… okay…”

The video cut.

~~~

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owlespresso · 4 years ago

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Tremble, Duck and Weave / 3

months and more than 5000 words later— also on ao3. Thank you to TenkeyLess and Nightmist on ao3 for beta-ing this for me.

Your senses return to you in a sluggish crawl. First, it’s the invasive sunlight that creeps in through the window. Next, it’s the awful taste of sleep in your mouth. You groan in protest as the world drags you to wakefulness, the sheets twisting and shifting around your fidgeting form. It’s beyond tempting to roll back over and delve back into slumber, but hunger claws ravenous at your stomach, and—nearly every part of you aches.

Raubahn’s arm severs from his body, the crowd screams, the water splashes dank around your ankles. The musky sewer air burns the back of your throat as you leave your allies, your friends behind.

The sheer force of the memories rattle your eyes open, lurching into a rigid, seated position. Where is Alphinaud? Tataru? The rest of the Scions? Your gaze shoots frantically around the unfamiliar chambers, fingers fisted tight in the blankets. It’s a bedroom, that much is plain. The mattress creaks as you begin to shift, inching towards the edge of the bed. Your muscles scream in protest, drawing your gaze down to the bandages that cover your body like patchwork.

Your escape had been hard-won. Even after emerging from the sewers, you’d been accosted by a patrol of soldiers. Though you managed to defeat them with Alphinaud’s assistance…

“Ah. I see thou hast awoken,” The door creaks open. A tall, broad elezen slips nimbly into the rooms, his dark robes swishing with each coordinated motion. The pale morning sunlight casts a vibrant sheen across his waves of grey hair. His gaze is tender as it lands on you, roaming your body up and down. “Take care not to strain thyself. Thine injuries wert most severe when thou wert delivered to me. I am Urianger Augurelt, an astrologian under the employ of the Holy See.”

A quick glance out the window is all it takes to confirm it. The grand spires of Ishgard grate against the cloudy, grey sky. The dull stonework and steel that makes up most of the city seems to blend together the longer you look, your mind fogged and disoriented.

Only when he clears his throat do you snap back from your discombobulated state.

“Thank you. For helping me,” Thanking him is the least you can do, right? Still, you don’t relinquish your grip on the bunched blankets. Having something to clutch so tight helps soothe the anger and the grief. It’s an anchor to the physical while the mental is lost in a tumultuous storm of emotion.

“My condolences,” his voice is a soothing balm and sympathy renders his expression something soft. He’s beautiful, really. He cuts a sharp figure, though his imposing stature is made elegant by the gentle swish and sway of his robes, inky black cloth with gold embroidery… the transparent, veil-like mask hides the lower half of his face, and you can’t help but wonder what his lips look like. “The guards who brought thee to mine chambers gave me a brief summary of the tragedy that befell thee. Rest assured that thou art safe here.” he strides to your bedside, placing a glass of water atop the mahogany nightstand.

Not a moment passes before you’re reaching for it. Gods, how long has it been? The back of your throat is as dry as the Sagolii, sandpaper feeling soothed by the cool water you gulp so desperately.

The muscles and bones of your arms whine with dull pain, left over from the terrible injuries you’ve suffered during your escape, as vicious and unnerving as the memories which accompany them.

“It will take thee at least a fortnite to heal from thy wounds. House Fortemps hath secured thee a place in the Holy See as their ward.”

“I…” It’s all too much to process. “What about the Scions?” The conversation slows to a stop as he carefully thinks over his answer, though his silence is all you need to know the verdict. Sudden nausea churns deep in your stomach, because you know. You were there. You heard the tunnel collapse. You watched Minfilia dash in the direction of the explosion. The allies you have come to know and treasure perished for your sake.

An aching coldness sweeps over you as your body curls in on itself, crushed. Alone, you realize. Alone. The support networks and bonds you’ve built ripped from your grasp in not even a bell’s work. Darkness envelops your vision as you bury your face in your knees, sobs beginning to rattle aching lungs.

What’s the point in being the Warrior of Light if you can’t protect those who matter most to you?

A large hand settles on your shoulder, reminding you of Urianger’s hovering presence. Your throat is hoarse and slick all at the same time, tears smeared wet across your cheeks, leaving you feeling even worse. Your lips part around a pathetic little gasp, drawing a trembling breath deep into your lungs.

“I’m sorry,” you whimper and laugh all in one. “I probably don’t seem like a Warrior of Light, right now.”

“‘Tis no trouble,” Urianger insists, offering you a white kerchief. The fine fabric glistens underneath the spare rays of sun. You almost hesitate to sully it, but you wipe your face down and blow your nose in it anyways, too far gone to feign humility.

“I can only imagine the depths of thou’s grief… but know this be a safe haven. Rest here as long as thou desirest.”

“Resting is the last thing I want to do right now,” you sigh. The grief, the doubt, the ‘what if’s’ press against you like a vice. You don’t completely believe it, still. That they’re gone. A part of you thinks perhaps Y’shtola or Thancred or any of the friends you’ve made along the way will walk through the door any moment, like nothing happened. But you know that’s not going to happen. That cannot happen. It’s that grim realization that spurs you into action. Your arms howl in agony as you press your hand to the mattress, pushing yourself out of bed.

The floor is cold against your bare feet. The plush robe you’re swaddled in shifts with the sudden movement, dangling over your shoulder to—

—to gift him a glimpse of thine exposed skin. Ne’r had he thought the day would arrive when a woman paralyzed him with her body alone, yet here he sat.

The ethereal sight was snatched away before he could truly savor it. Overpowering was the temptation to beckon thee hither and plead for another showing, but nay. Surely such a woeful and pitiful display from a stranger would gain him naught. A quieter, delicate approach must needs do.

He stood from his chair, hastening to your side.

“Prithee, allow me to run thee a warm bath. Thou hast been deep in slumber since yest’rday. T’would be advisable to clean and redress thy wounds.” His gaze rested upon thee, soft and imploring. A brief silence hung in the air, during which his heart thrums so passionately in his ears, so voluminous that he might have missed thy nod of agreement had he not been so focused on thine lips. “A seamstress hand-crafted a new shirt and pair of slacks for thy to adorn, alongside the proper smallclothes.”

He grasped the pile of garments from atop the drawers that rested against the far wall, delicately handing them to you. With great delight did he notice the petiteness of your hands, his heart set aflame at the difference in size between the both of you.

With eagerness did he escort you to the bathing chambers, endeavoring to keep his mind from wandering to the expanse of skin and plane that laid beneath that loose robe.

By his hand would your bond seed and propagate.

As hesitant as you are to trust a man you’ve just met, you allow Urianger to escort you to the bathroom. He slows his pace for your sake, the brief walk giving you a glimpse at the rest of his home… or at least just one, sprawling floor comprised of—well, you don’t get a look inside any of the rooms. The number of ornate doors that line the corridor on either side speak to his wealth and status.

“Forgive me,” he says as you reach the end of the corridor. His cheeks flush light pink, touching the tips of his ears. He doesn’t even look at you as he wraps a massive hand around the brass doorknob, tugging it open. “Dost thou require assistance disrobing?”

“I’ll be fine,” you assure him with a small smile. His modesty is likely a standard among Ishgardian society, but you find it sweet regardless.

The bathroom is wide open and lavish. White tile spans across the floor. The sink is surrounded by a marble countertop and the faucet shines near gold in the pale sunlight. Tiny windows are placed up high, so even the most determined of lechers can’t catch a glimpse inside.

“Thank you, Urianger.” You can’t even begin to repay his hospitality, and while you hate to impose on him further… “I might need your help with rebandaging, though.”

“Of course,” he nods. Perhaps, after you heal and get back on your feet, you’ll be able to repay the incredible kindness he’s shown. For now, all you can do is step inside to the waiting bath. “I shall retrieve the necessary supplies while thou bathes. Take as long as thou require.”

The door clicks shut behind you, leaving you to simple silence and the thoughts that accompany it. Plush fabric slides down your skin as you disrobe, and you take care to drape it over a rack affixed to the wall. Your borrowed raiment is a deep, inky black that shimmers underneath the light, several sizes too large for you. You realize it likely comes from his own wardrobe, making it more of a relief that you didn’t simply shuck it off and let it fall to the floor.

After everything he’s done for you, you’d hate to let even a speck of dust sully it.

The process of peeling off your bandages is both sluggish and painful, but there’s a strange sense of relief that comes with letting your skin breathe. After tossing the sullied scraps into the nearby wastebin, you run the bath and allow the warm water and soap to wash over you. You’re tender still. Each brush of soap over wounded areas makes you cringe anew. The pain, however, is a welcome distraction from the thoughts and qualms that flock so readily to you.

You throw yourself into the task, losing track of time until you’ve finished. It’s with great reluctance that you climb from the warm water. The cold air surrounds you near instantly and clings like a second skin, sending an intrusive shiver down your spine.

After toweling off, you debate how much you should dress. On one hand, being close to bare in front of the man you have just met, you know if you’ll get dressed completely, he might just ask for you to disrobe again. He can’t very well treat you with clothes in the way. Nervousness briefly churns in your stomach as you opt to only tug on the undergarments.

You poke your head out the door. Much to your surprise, he’s already waiting with an armful of supplies.

“Should I come out there?”

“I can redress thy wounds wherever thou art most comfortable,” he informs you, his expression twisting with sympathy.

“In the bathroom is fine, then.” Despite the permanent Ishgardian cold, your palms sweat as you open the door, allowing him to stride inside. There’s no reason to fear or doubt his intentions. He’s been nothing but the finest of gentlemen thus far. His gaze remains affixed to the floor as he bustles inside. He carefully unloads his armful of gauze, bandages and salves onto the kitchen counter.

“I shan’t look anywhere unnecessary,” he assures you—

—And he hoped he did not lie.

Still, he cannot deny the incredible thrill that danced down his spine when his fingers brushed across thine skin. Even while injured, thou attempted to maintain a firm, resolute demeanor. Only the slightest twinge of thine expression betrayed thy agony.

The sight of thou’s bloodied visage returned to the forefront of his mind.

What kind of spectacle had thou created on the battlefield? How many foes had thou felled? Werest thou as incredible and grandiose as thy reputation had told?

Thy’s body tensed and flexed as he rubbed the soothing ointment onto thine skin. He mapped out every wondrous plane and curve. A fleeting gaze glimpsed roguely at thine softer parts, idly admiring thy incredible form as he re-layered each bandage, treatment gentle and thorough, worshipful. As devoutly as a priest expressed his undying love to Halone.

The fire that you sparked within him grew to a steady inferno, and to the Twelve he prayed thou did not notice the sheen of sweat that had coated his palms. Never had he felt such zealous passion.

Hardly a bell had passed whilst in your waking presence, and yet he was absolutely intoxicated. He was not a man, but rendered a beast, a hound, desperate for the slightest speck of attention thou might bestow upon him.

He felt a twinge of relief as he fastened—

The last piece of medical tape affixes yet another patch of gauze to your skin.

“Thank you,” you’ve lost how many times you’d said that to him since waking. “For everything. I can only hope that I’ll be able to repay you, one day.”

“While thine’s generosity is most appreciated, rest assured I have received due compensation. The Holy See ensures my coffers are well filled, but even had they not, seeing the Warrior of Light hale and hearty would have been reward enough.”

Urianger moves away, taking his warmth with him. Again, he collects the supplies he had come in with, strolling towards the door. You hastily shrug on the shirt and trousers he’s so generously provided for you, wincing with each pull of muscle until you’re warm and clothed. The garments are too big for you, but better that than too tight.

You grab the robe from the rack. The fabric is warm and insulated, and covered in a spiced scent you’ve come to recognize as his. Idly, you shrug it on before turning to the door—

He stood in the doorframe, his eyes widening as he drank in thine intoxicating visage. On thy own, thou wert stunning, but draped in his robe thou wert astronomically, impossibly ethereal. The rich fabric draped over thine form, flowing down and bunching on the floor around thine feet. The edges dragged behind you like a bride’s wedding trail.

It took several moments to jolt from his enraptured state, though the sight remained, burned deep into his mind, a lovely picture he would sooner die than forget.

Would his cologne and incense cling to thou after? For how long? How—

How long would it be until you can return to the field? The Scions are missing, not dead. You refused to believe that for the sake of your own sanity. Not until you find their bodies and could deny no further. You will not rest.

For now, though… all you can do is trail after him. He leads you into the same bedroom that you woke in, urging you to get more rest while he fixes breakfast. Had the simple process of bathing not been so draining, , you would try to assist him. Instead, you topple onto the mattress and worm underneath the blankets. The curtains are drawn, leaving the room bathed in blissful dark. Bookshelves line two of the walls, a gap between them left to make room for a desk. It’s hard to make out any other details, not when your eyelids are so traitorously heavy, not when your mind and body coalesce in their desires to corral you into an unsteady, uncomfortable sleep.

There’s no way to tell how much time passes when you wake next. The room is undisturbed, and the stillness near agitates you as you stir. Whether it’s been only fifteen minutes or several hours, you’re quite through with being still. How can you be content to waste away in sleep when there’s still so much you don’t know? When there are people who still so desperately need your help?

Even if you don’t know where the Scions reside, Raubahn is still likely imprisoned. Tataru is out there with no one to protect her. You ignore the twinges and pangs of pain that assault you when you throw your legs over the bed’s edge. If nothing else, the flare of agony helps awaken you further. The polished wooden floor is freezing against the bottoms of your feet as you amble towards the door…

Yet, a strange apprehension takes hold you you as you stand before it.

Should you really be walking around Urianger’s house alone while you’re his guest? Perhaps it’s only been fifteen minutes. Perhaps you’re disoriented and paranoid. You feel like a child who’s stayed up much too late and has to make the perilous sneak up to bed to avoid a scolding. Even after felling gods and monsters alike, it’s still social interaction and customs that worry you the most.

What would Thancred say, if he saw you so baffled by something so simple? He’d probably laugh and tease you. Maybe pat you on the back before offering genuine words of advice—maybe he’d know the ins and outs of Ishgardian etiquette thanks to some bizarre and far flung mission. You don’t know. You can’t ask him.

You don’t like being left alone with your thoughts.

That’s what pushes you to grab the doorknob and stroll into the hall, taking in the long corridor that looms ahead.

“Urianger?” You call cautiously. Steps slow, your breathing quiet as you grab the first doorknob to your left. Upon giving it a cursory twist, you discover it’s unlocked. Of course it is! He likely hasn’t expected you to snoop.

The door creaks open, revealing another bedroom. It’s similar to the guest one you have been given. The bed is perfectly made, sheets black and white, not a single crease out of place. The smell of recently burned incense makes you wrinkle your nose, curious. A desk nestles against a wall, haphazardly covered in papers and scrolls. It’s enough to pique your curiosity, but not enough to make you actually enter and investigate. That honor goes to the familiar pile of clothes nestled in one of the crannies, between the nightstand and a dresser.

Your clothes. A strange, ominous feeling sinks to your stomach as you push the door open and step inside, crossing the room in a few, deft strides. Why does he have these? The garments aren’t clean, still smattered in blood and other stains that make you grimace as you grip your shirt. You guess it makes sense. He couldn’t treat you with your filthy clothes on, after all. But seeing your garments so casually resting in a practical stranger’s home unsettles you regardless. Even worse, his bedroom.

Your glazed eyes roam the length of your ruined clothes briefly before you set them back down, folding them the way they had been. The way you back out of the bedroom is hasty, but the closing of the door is done with the delicacy and precision of a master calligrapher.

Relief relaxes you somewhat as you continue down the hall, glad you haven’t been caught red-handed. It takes a matter of minutes to find him, still in the kitchen, having just finished cooking. Breakfast is delicious, though the food settles uneasily in your stomach.

You don’t know his intentions. Had you not discovered your clothes neatly stacked away in his room. Are his intentions really pure? Had he intended to wash your garments and return them to you at a later time?

Are you any safer here than you were back in Ul’dah?

You blink, and you’re suddenly back in the banquet hall, underneath the dazzling lights and immersed in conversation with some gaudy noble you don’t even know.

The scene changes all too quickly—

A disembodied arm, the screams of innocent servers and bystanders—the way the Elder Seedseer and the Storm General saw fit to merely watch as you and your allies were chased from the banquet. They let this happen, you realize while you sit on Urianger’s couch and drink some tea.

They let this happen. After you’ve chased gods out of their homes, after you lent your aid, assisting their people with everything you have. Cold. It’s so, so cold and the breakfast in your stomach threatens to resurface because-gods, how can you ever trust anyone again? Especially those in power?

It’s Urianger’s voice that distracts you, brings you back to the surface. He returns from his study and remains at your side for the next few hours, much to your surprise. Your memory is a blur from then on. Your senses fade in and out, lost in a daze for god knows how long. Only the gentle touch of his hand on your shoulder brings you back to reality.

How long had he been speaking to you? You do your best to piece through the conversation, half lost in your thoughts and half still in the present.

Isn’t he someone important? You can’t quite recall what he said–something about working for the church, about being a healer. Doesn’t he have something else to do? You imagine the Holy See needs all the help you can get with the ongoing war—but you don’t question him.

Conversation is slow and steady. Only every now and then does he ask questions, things that are easy to answer–

“From where dost thou hail?” “Was breakfast to thine liking?” “Would thou likest more tea? Another blend, perhaps?”

Calm, casual, yet you do not miss the looks he sends you when he thinks you are not aware. Something changes in his expression, the quiet, thoughtful calm touching a shade darker. Those keen, gold glances make your spine stiffen, your body curling in on itself, taking shelter in the robe he so kindly gifted you. The afternoon slopes by, time passing quicker once he grants you access to his incredible library.

The immense shelves line the walls and cluster around a single wooden table in rows. After grabbing an index of fairytales, you tuck yourself into a seat and mindlessly draw your gaze across the pages, taking in the immense detail put into each drawing.

It’s easy to lose track of time. By the time you finish combing through your chosen book, you realize the sunlight is darkened, the day beginning to come to a close.

Your legs cry out and cramp as you push away from the table, the chair’s legs scraping against the hard wood floor.

The hallways of Urianger’s home are lit by several floating orbs of light. They flounce through the air, casting the hall into patterns of warm glow and dim shadows.

You can pass through them without trouble–they part and shape around your body, making room for you to pass. A sudden jolt of stomach that gnaws your stomach prevents you from investigating the lights. Ah, you had missed lunch. Further, you venture, keeping an ear out for footsteps, breathing, any words said–

“Urianger, my good fellow! Too long has it been since we last saw each other!” A broad, familiar voice reaches your ears and draws you forward. You grasp a doorknob and pull it open to reveal the living room,the same as you left it bells prior. The front door on the far side of the room clicks shut behind Haurchefant de Fortemps’s tall, striking form. He’s abandoned the platemail and armor you’re so accustomed to seeing him in, instead donning a thick jacket, black pants and knee-high boots. A plaid scarf is bundled around his neck, checkered blue and white.

Haurchefant brightens at the sight of you, blue eyes widening, lips curling into the widest of smiles. He bustles past Urianger, arms outstretched to receive you.

“Oh, my friend! How glad I am to see you safe and sound.” His voice lowers to a soothing rumble as he wraps you in an embrace, swaddling you in decadent warmth. He’s soft and warm and alive, someone you actually know and can rely on in terrible, turbulent times. The tension dissolves from your body as you lean forward, slumping into his arms. “When I heard of what happened, I feared the worst. I would have stormed through the gates of Ul’dah myself had I not heard of your escape and timely arrival.”

His cheek nuzzles against your temple. There aren’t words to describe your relief, so you settle for curling your fingers into the back of his coat, tears burning at the corners of your eyes.

No, no. You will not cry again. Yda wouldn’t want you to cry.

Regardless, the tears break free and smudge against the fabric of his coat.

“After dinner, we’ll bring you home–back to Fortemps manor. My father and brothers are incredibly excited to meet you.” He pulls back, but keeps you within arms reach, a large hand perching on your shoulder whilst the other idles at your side. Had it been any other day, you would have flustered at his closeness, but now you feel hot shame well up within you. He shouldn’t have to see you like this–not when he praises you as the realm’s greatest warrior, not when he sings your praises as though you’re immortal.

Upon sight of your teary expression, he freezes. The smile on his face dims, expression contorting in the deepest sympathy. That’s what does it, your mind and body cracking like an egg as a sob breaks free from your chapped lips.

“Oh, do not look at me so,” he shepherds you close to his chest a second time, rocking you gently back and forth. His sweater smells like a warm hearth. The faint scent of chocolate clings to the thick fabric, bringing you back to Camp Dragonhead, to a place softer and simpler. “A smile better suits a hero.”

“I… shall begin preparations for thine dinner,” Urianger says awkwardly from the corner of the room. In the middle of the your emotions breaking free, you quite forgot his presence.

“Ah, as much as I appreciate your magnanimity, that will not be necessary.” You can hear the regret in Haurchefant’s voice. “I will gladly set some time aside for us to fraternize at a later date. However, I came with the intent to bring her to the manor. We already have a room prepared, you see.”

“I see’st,” There’s a tension to Urianger’s voice, like he wants to object, but he offers no argument, no refusal. He says your name softly, breathing out a tender sigh. “I left thine belongings in the guest bedroom. Permit me to retrieve–”

“No!” You break away from Haurchefant’s hold, voice impassioned, “I can get them myself.” Despite your injuries, you’re not made of glass. This constant state of inaction leaves you feeling worthless, helpless, even though you’re not. You’ve felled countless gods! You can weather the pain, you can do something as simple as climb the stairs to get your own damn belongings.

“As thou wishest.” Urianger nods, and Haurchefant allows you to fully break from his embrace to journey back into the hallway. You fumble in the dark of the guest bedroom until you find your staff and the bag of items you had on your person during the battle, minus… your old clothes. Before you leave, you cast off the robe Urianger so generally lent you, immediately missing its warmth. Perhaps you’d have taken a last indulgent sniff of it, but the sight that greeted you in his bedroom haunts you.

You want to get out of this place as soon as possible. Maybe the fresh air will help clear your head and relax you.

You shrug the bag’s strap over your shoulder, thanking the Twelve that at least one part of you was left uninjured. You don’t linger, ambling out of the room, journeying back down the corridor, coming to a stop before the living room door.

“I would prefer it if thou left her in my care for the time being. The nature of her injuries is severe. T’would be most advised to keep her close to a professional–” Urianger’s voice is imploring yet hesitant, as though smothering pure fervent passion.

“It is quite fortunate that House Fortemps has some of Ishgard’s best chirurgeons under their employ, then,” Haurchefant cuts him off, steadfast and assured. He leaves little room for argument. You’ve never heard him cut someone off so abruptly. “Pardon my assumption, but you seem quite flustered, my friend. Is there a reason she should be left exclusively under your care?”

“My simple wish is to see mine task doled to by the Holy See through to fullest completion, tis all,” Urianger dismisses him.

“Then on behalf of the Holy See, as a member of the Heavens Ward, allow me to assure you that this will have no effect on your standing nor your pay. Archbishop Aymeric was notified of my intentions and approved them.” A pause. The creaking of the floorboards underneath someone’s feet. “It’s unlike you to be so emotionally transparent, my friend. You usually covet your feelings like a dragon hoards its treasure.”

“Thou art jumping to conclusions in your theatrics, lord Haurchefant.”

“If that’s the case, then, I so humbly beg your forgiveness and thank you for your service. Your… attentiveness to my lady has been noticed. And appropriately appreciated.” There’s a sharpness underneath Haurchefant’s typically airy voice that you’ve never quite heard from him.

...You don’t want to hear it anymore.

You grasp and twist the doorknob, the living room falling silent as you enter.

“There you are! Come along, come along,” Haurchefant wastes no time in bustling over to you. “Allow me to take that. You’ll bear no such burden while I am at your side.” He tugs on the strap of your bag and you submit, allowing him to throw it over his shoulder. “You should also take my coat, tis cold without,” in an admittedly impressive juggling act, he both keeps grip on your belongings and shrugs off his jacket at the same time, handing you the heavy, soft garment.

“Are you sure?” you hold it up and eye it with a raised eyebrow, before looking to him.

“Of course. I have long adjusted to Ishgard’s admittedly inhospitable climate, whereas you have just arrived. The walk is short. I’ll be perfectly fine.” He’s wearing long sleeves, so you don’t push it. Instead, you slide into the coat, taking in the warm, soft fabric and enjoying the scent that clings to it. The heart and the home, warm hot chocolate prepared upon your arrival to Camp Dragonhead.

The sleeves cover your hands by a long shot and the entire garment is big enough for you to wear it as a dress. The weight of it, and how much it covers is comforting.

Comforting to the point where you don’t allow yourself to bat an eye as he wraps an arm around you, pulling you close to his body. You don’t want to read into his actions, don’t want to think about anything you overheard. Even the notion of having something else to worry about and lose sleep over nearly makes you break down all over again.

You say your last thanks to Urianger and promise to visit him. It’s the least you can do after he was kind enough to heal you. Perhaps he was being paid to do so, but you don’t imagine cooking breakfast was a part of his job. Nor was it his job to make you tea and fetch you new clothes, new shoes, most like.

A cold gust of air greets you as soon as Haurchefant opens the front door. The light has long died, leaving the street lamps to illuminate the grand avenues of Ishgard’s upper class district. This is your first look at the city’s interior, you realize. Your gaze draws over the grand buildings, taking in their steepness and structure. It’s grim, but beautiful. Deadset and stiff in its design but stable and confident in the face of the tragedy it regularly endures.

There is no moon, tonight, as though it too has decided to hide away with its own grief.

---

He apologized to you as he tread upstairs. He apologized to Minfilia, to the vast pantheon of gods and goddesses, to the Scions, to all those he hadn’t been able to aid in their time of need.

Urianger’s exhaustion burned him raw. He was not privy to the framing and ambush of the Scions of the Seventh Dawn. However, that doesn’t alleviate him of his guilt and grief. Having thou so politely dropped into his lap by the newly appointed Archbishop had granted him brief succor. Knowing he had the chance to help the survivors of the incident was a soothing balm to the wound.

He had not anticipated the way he had grown so instantly attached. Neither had he anticipated the fervent desire that gripped him, nor the way his blood boiled when that rapscallion barged into his home and stole you away.

The guest bedroom did not bear your scent as he hoped it would.

He felt as though a hostage in his own body as he navigated to the bed, gaze fixed upon the robe thou hadst cast so generously onto the sheets. A mere piece of thee to tide him over until he saw thou next. The mattress bounced as he fell upon it, face shoved into the plushness of the garment, taking in a deep breath. His cock throbbed at the scent of you, blood rushing down whilst he parted his robes with a trembling hand.

Like a howling, braying beast did he rock his hips. The friction was painful without oil, but pain mattered precious little when he craved thou so. Moans rattled from his weary lungs, his mind corrupted with images of thee, so decadent underneath him.

Thy nails, digging into his shoulder as thou let thy voice ring free–crying and sobbing and begging for benediction by his hand, by his cock. That mattress creaked as he worked himself to completion, a final cry freeing itself from his parted lips as he spilled sticky and hot onto the robe.

He collapsed to the side, hot shame washing over him as he lifted his gaze to the window, contemplating a moonless sky.

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Hey! From the same girl who requested the Pred!Strange Protective Vore piece. Could you do a follow-up piece set a week later? My ideal plot is that Christine, after having some time to think, realizes that she kinda enjoyed it. During a movie night in with Stephen, his stomach growls and they both get kinda flustered. Christine is able to work up the courage to ask to be tucked away and soft, safe vore ensues.

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Chistine’s mind was still reeling from what had happened last week. She still wasn’t entirely sure what happened, how could she have been, Strange had literally eaten her. Embarrassingly enough she avoided him for a few days, hesitant to reach out after the whole beast incident.

Though the more time past the more she found herself thinking about how safe she had felt tucked away from the world. Christine was constantly debating herself now, wondering why she even thought it was a nice thing, but the thought of being secured in her friend’s stomach made her ridiculously relaxed.

So when she got a text from Strange proposing a movie night she didn’t even hesitate to take up his offer. Christine had questions and she intended to get them answered, though the second she took a step into his home all of her confidence wavered. It wasn’t because she was intimidated, it was just because of how safe she felt. Strange had said she was prey, maybe this was a side effect?

“How was the drive here, I know it can be hard to find.” Strange says with a slight smile. Christine returns it with her own nervous smile, gripping the bottom of her t-shirt.

“Y-yeah uh I had no problem, it was a nice drive up here.” She says calmly. In reality she was extremely nervous, the memory of being tucked down deep inside of Strange nagging at her as he led her towards their living room, a tv set up already with a movie.

“Ah, that’s good. Do you want any snacks?” Strange says softly. Christine hesitantly nodded taking a seat on the couch. It was hard paying attention when all she could think about was being snugly tucked deep inside his stomach.

“I’ll grab the popcorn.” Strange says with a nod disappearing into the kitchen. Christine was slightly thankful for the moment of being alone so she could collect herself.

“It was a one time thing, get a hold of yourself.” She grumbles to herself, wrapping a blanket around herself. She snagged a pillow as well, cuddling it close. Christine had no idea how to even bring it up to Strange, it was obviously a kinda touchy subject and she wasn't sure if she wanted to dive into that.

“Everything is set. Thank you for coming again.” Strange says. He sits down, Christine nodding slightly, of course she would come. Strange was still her friend no matter how strange he was.An awkward silence fell over them before Strange started the movie.

It wasn’t very long before Christine started hearing loud protests from Strange’s stomach, typical hungry/upset stomach noises. She tried to ignore them, and obviously Strange was flustered just as much as she was. He wasn’t reaching for the popcorn so she had a feeling that it wasn't food he was hungry for.

“Sorry I haven't had-” Strange started sheepishly, Christine cutting in immediately. She wasn’t sure what had possessed her to say it, maybe curiosity or just and the longing to feel that safe again, she ended up blurting out-

“You can eat me.”

Everything went quiet, except for the movie playing in the background.

“You..you’re alright with that?” Strange as raising an eyebrow as he turned to her. Christine’s face was a bright red but she nodded, then shook her head.

“No! But..but I am at the same time. God it’s confusing!” She says frustrated. It scared her as much as it made her curious or gave her a warm bubbly feeling. The whole swallowing and being in a mouth full of teeth scared the shit out of her to be frank.

“There’s just too many teeth and I know what stomachs are supposed to do so there’s that fact and god the whole swallowing bit makes me freak out.” Christine says grimacing. She knew that she was rambling but god she couldn't help herself. She was almost thankful when Strange interrupted her, putting a hand on her shoulder. Even with the magic it still trembled, but it was a comforting weight that was familiar. She turned t o him, relaxing when he looked calm and understanding.

“I have a way of fixing that.” He says simply. She had no idea what it was but he seemed at ease with it. Despise her fear of being swallowed she still was curious about being snugly tucked inside her friend.

“...How?” Christine asks quietly. She waited for him to respond, surprised when he just showed her, a small orange portal opening in front of her. She had almost forgotten that was something he could do. It eliminated most of the things she found upsetting and frightening.

“Oh...so...You wouldn’t have too?” She asks trailing off, looking up at strange, relaxing more when he nods. She could deal with that..besides he was obviously suffering. Christine wasn’t exactly sure how this whole urge thing worked but she definitely knew repressing it had some effects. Everyone knew whenever Captain America repressed it he tended to gulp his whole team down for a long time.

“Correct. Just a small portal ride.” Strange confirms softly. She shudders, feeling the effects of shrinking shortly after. That was another thing she wanted to learn about, how they could do that. Scientifically it shouldn't be possible but considering that magic literally existed she couldn’t exactly complain.

“Ready?”

She would never get used to how rumbely Strange’s voice would get when she was this size, then again it wasn't unpleasant. She takes a deep breath and nods uncertainly. This would be a lot easier than last time. At least she had an actual idea of what was happening this time around.

“Just step through.” Strange says softly, Christine nodding hesitantly. She wobbled a bit on the uneven fabric of the couch, looking into the portal in front of her. Should could practically feel the warmth radiating through the hole, and the noises seemed to echo slightly. Christine steels her nerves and takes a step through the portal, yelping when she just fell inside. The portal closed behind her, leaving her in the moist darkness.

“Are you alright?” Strange asks softly. Christine was still trying to maneuver herself into a more comfortable position at this point. The squish muscle did nothing to help, just gurgling loudly as she pushed into it.

“F-fine! I just need to get upright!” She answers, managing to wriggle into an upright position, the soft walls follow her movements. It was comforting being swaddled so securely inside her friend in a place virtually no one could get to.

“This was a lot better than the other way.” She adds on. Her eyes slowly were adjusting to the darkness though there wasn’t a lot to see, just healthy punk muscle with a slight tint of orange. Christine briefly wondered how it felt to just suddenly have a weight in your stomach, though judging by the happy gurgling Strange seemed to enjoy it. She would probably never understand the appeal but she would support him

“I agree. I find the whole thing...stressful.”

She relaxed further at his voice, straddling slightly when she felt a slight weight squish into her. It took a few moments to realize that it was his hand laying over her. The weight was oddly comforting.

“Fully agreed.” Christine says sighing softly, snuggling into the stomach wall. Now that she had time to process everything it wasn't too frightening to be squished between two walls, and the soft happy gurgles and growls added to the comfort.

They stayed silent for a few minutes, Christine still taking in that she was tucked in a stomach, Strange relishing the fact he finally had prey secured inside of him. It wasn’t until the ending of the movie started playing that Strange realized that they had missed a good portion of the movie.

“..We’ve missed the movie.” He says a bit sheepish. He smiles when Christine laughed in reply, getting comfortable again. This was definitely going to be a fun arrangement in the future.

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6 Best Weighted Blankets For Adults

Image Credit: Gravity Blankets Did you know according to National Sleep Foundation around 40 million Americans suffer from sleep disorders? That is huge, right? Are you one in the 40 million? A weighted blanket can be a great gift to yourself if you consider working on your sleep issues. Getting a touch, like a hug, may release the hormone oxytocin from your brain, and this also helps to handle mental stress. When swaddling the newborns, this hormone contributes to their overall well-being. But, being adults, you don't get such squeeze always in your life. There is a need for a weighted blanket.

How does weighted blanket work?

A weighted blanket gives deep pressure to make the feeling of gentle touch. According to new studies, weighted blankets are the best way to aid poor sleepers to get a good night's rest. Normally the pressure from the blanket may help produce serotonin, a hormone in your body. It makes you feel happy and cool. This is not a way to cure any medical diseases or conditions. But, it helps to reduce anxiety, insomnia, and stress. Various researches assure that weighted blankets can provide a calming effect on children too.

How heavy should a weighted blanket be?

Generally, a weighted blanket is heavier than a regular blanket. However, it should not be very heavy that you feel uncomfortable. a weighted blanket should be about 10% of your total body weight. It is usually between 12 to 20 pounds for adults. It imparts the best feeling of calmness and care.

What is the best fabric for a weighted blanket?

When it comes to weighted blankets, you will find various materials including fleece and velvet. However, Cotton is the most popular and favored fabric in weighted blankets. Cotton is a natural material that makes it ideal for beddings. Cotton bedsheets are most preferred by thousands of people. It is durable and best-suited material for human skin. You must know that these blankets are not filled with fibers or cotton but with glass or plastic beads. It helps to provide needed pressure to the body. Glass beads are commonly used as it is denser than plastic beads.

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How to choose a weighted blanket?

Poundage: Choose a weighted blanket that's about 10% of your body weight. Weight within the 7-12% range is also considered best. Type of weight: Normally, glass beads, plastic beads, or grains are added to provide weight. They are stitched inside. Small compartments are best to choose because the weight distribution may be the best. Avoid oversized blankets. The blanket shouldn't be too larger than the size of the bed. It should not hang from the bed. If the size is too large, then the pressure will be less. An individual or twin-sized blanket is sufficient for a larger bed.

Who shouldn't use a weighted blanket?

Those who cannot move freely under the blanket shouldn't use a weighted blanket. They may feel suffocated and it leads to health issues. A regular blanket will be great for them. Best Weighted Blankets Here we have compiled some of the best-weighted blankets.

1 Best Weighted Blanket for Adults Gravity Blanket Buy on Amazon - Item Weight: 35 lbs - Fabric Type: Microfiber Duvet Cover - Filling: Glass Beads - Size: 90"x90" Queen/King The most attractive thing about this product is that the blanket's duvet cover is machine washable. Its stitch is a grid-like arrangement that keeps the beads in place. This top-rated heavy blanket is soft and plush.

2 Best Queen Size Weighted Blanket Baloo Soft Weighted Blanket Buy on Amazon - Item Weight: 15 lbs - Fabric Type: Cotton - Filling: Glass Beads - Size: 60"x80" Full/Queen This is not too thick and is synthesized from breathable cotton. It is machine washable and safe for dryers also. It contains small loops which help to connect with the duvet. This blanket is very easy to care for and gives a comfortable sleep.

3 Top Rated Weighted Blanket on Amazon Quility Weighted Blanket Buy on Amazon - Item Weight: 20 lbs - Fabric Type: Cotton - Filling: Glass Beads - Size: 60"x80" Full/Queen The inside of the blanket is cotton material. It comes along with a synthetic outer cover. The synthetic cover is removable and machine washable.

4 Best Budget Weighted Blanket 2021 YnM Weighted Blanket Buy on Amazon - Item Weight: 15 lbs - Fabric Type: Cotton - Filling: Glass Beads - Size: 48"x72" Twin/Full This is a calm, sensory blanket. For both adults and children, it gives great comfort for sleep. This is a unique 7 layered blanket. It is less fiber-filled and hence it gives better temperature regulation. The stitching is very fine and less bead leakage makes it more attractive. It prevents the weight from shifting from one part to another. This is made from breathable cotton. An important feature of the blanket is that; it is inexpensive. If you are looking for a good quality weighted blanket at a low cost, you can choose this.

5 Best Machine Washable Weighted Blanket Luna Adult Weighted Blanket Buy on Amazon - Item Weight: 15 lbs - Fabric Type: Cotton - Filling: Glass Beads - Size: 60"x80" Queen The blanket is a 7 layered system. It consistently distributes the weight of the blanket to your body. The blanket is machine washable and can be used in a dryer too. This is a skin-friendly blanket. The cotton material makes you comfortable during sleep. Temperature can be regulated and is breathable too.

6 Best King Size Weighted Blanket Layla Weighted Blanket Buy on Amazon - Item Weight: 25 lbs - Fabric Type: Cotton with Fleeze top layer - Filling: Glass Beads - Size: 87"x80" King This blanket is made from 100% cotton with a 300 thread count. It is breathable and gives comfortable sleep throughout the night. The blanket is very soft. Its arrangement is hexagon pocket quilts which play a major role in weight distribution. The blanket is machine washable. Why should you trust us? The Mayfives’ team includes experts who love shopping, testing and evaluating. We bring to you only the best products with great quality and top ratings. We analyze the manufacturing details and test them for genuineness. Our experienced writers review those products with the suggestions from the experts and user reviews. You can trust us because we value shopping. Read the full article

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Overview

Getting a deep sound sleep after a busy day schedule is what individuals yearn for to end each hectic day. However, this doesn't normally come by chance, it has to be intentional, and weighted blankets are one bedding accessory you should invest in because it does the magic.

Weighted blankets are commonly made with a special lining of materials like poly plastic pellets or glass micro beads, sometimes a combination of both.

Compared to other regular blankets, weighted blankets are practically heavier than the down quilt or average comforters kind of blankets you get to see everywhere. Typically, a blanket would be considered weighty if it weighs from 4 to 30 pounds. Suitable weighted blankets for small children are the ones with a few extra pounds but 20 or more extra pounds suits adults perfectly.

Its uniqueness springs from the "pressure therapy" that it adopts to bring one's body to overall feelings of relaxation and calmness, that kind of warm feeling that you get when swaddled, held or hugged.

To unravel the mystery behind a sound and cozy sleep, weighted blankets have in recent times become a bedding accessory that one cannot do without. Apart from the fact that an individual gets a good sleep under it, it has also become a gift to give to beloved ones in cold weather.

For sleepers (adults and children inclusive) research has it that this bedding accessory reveals that a lot of people depend on it to manage various medical conditions that could result in sleeping difficulty or disorder. Not only does the accessory provides safe alternatives to medication or other types of treatment but they are also considered useable to complement existing therapies to manage and reduce symptoms of conditions such as anxiety, autism, insomnia or attention difficulties. Weighted blankets have proven to also help to encourage restful sleep, reduce stress and enhance mood.

Keep your weighted blanket as clean as the day you bought it

The possibility that your blankets would look dull and unattractive after sleeping under them every night is not something that you should be caught up with unaware. Like every clothing, laundry is required every time they are used, there is no exemption to bed cover. Your blanket won't remain clean forever, that's what it means!

Nevertheless, blankets cannot be washed the same way you do your regular laundry, far from it. A couple of factors should be considered, which ranges from the nature of materials that they are made with to their bulkiness. If owning a blanket is important as it looks then learning how best to keep it clean is as important as owning one.

There are different opinions on how to wash a weighted blanket but the best way to get it done is what you will get to learn here.

Typically, you can start the washing procedure by paying attention to the following salient details;

Adherence to care label instructions especially when it has to do with separating the cover from the inner blanket

The separated cover and inner blanket should not be washed together but separately

Mild detergent should be used always

Use cold water where possible and warm water when required

Locate spots where stains are and treat accordingly

Decide on whether to hand-wash or make use of machine after which you might have discovered the nature of material your blanket is made with

Conclude whether to tumble dry or air dry, considering the material

Although purchasing weighted blankets is considered an investment in quality rest and comfort but washing them is a different kettle of fish entirely. An intentional effort is needed periodically to keep them fresh and so clean for years of blissful night rest.

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Concise Procedure For Washing Weighted Blankets

Fillings, cover material and the weight of a blanket have a great influence on how best the blanket is to be washed.

Filling Material

As described earlier, a filling is what makes blankets bulky. The filling is evenly distributed in tiny pockets across the blanket which as a result distribute weight across sleeper's body when they lay under them, giving that sensation of a huge hug or cuddle. Different filling materials require a specific method of washing.

Micro glass beads

Blankets having micro glass beads filler are safe to wash in the machine, but ensure you check the care label properly before any attempt.

You are free to wash with any water temperature of your choice

A mild detergent is strictly required for washing

After washing, you can air dry or better still dry with a tumbler on a low heat

It would be unnecessary to iron blanket with glass beads, you should save yourself of such trouble.

Smooth Small Pebbles

Do you care to know the most comfortable filling option? Your guess is as good as mine, smooth small pebbles! Practically, it's the perfect DIY choice for heavy blankets.

Do not wash in machine, not only can the pebbles tossing here and there wreck havoc on your machine, but they can also damage your blanket. Generally, hand-washing is the best way to get rid of dirt and stain.

Wash with mild detergent

A thorough air drying is appropriate to prevent rocks from being moldy.

Organic Materials

It's hilarious to hear that food substances can also be used as filler in our beddings, right?

Organic substances like beans, rice, corn, among others are affordable options for a bulk blanket but, it's disappointing to know that they are not washable. You know how food gets soaked and decomposes when in contact with water, you sure don't want to see your blanket gets unnecessarily irritating.

You can only use organic material and food for short term solution to a situation that warrants its use

Avoid contact with water

It's not commonly recommended as blanket fillers.

Steel Short Beads

Do you desire to have a heavier blanket? If yes then, blanket with steel short beads filling is what you should go for but, you've got to prepare because washing it is not a joke at all.

It logically sounds impossible throwing such a hefty blanket in a washing machine, therefore, hand wash only

Wash in your preferred water temperature, even at high-temperature steel beads cannot melt.

Ensure to be extra careful when hand washing because the fabric can get easily damaged by the steel beads allowing the beads to escape.

You can spread it out under the sun to dry.

For a durable weighted blanket, this is the best option you got. Its durability is rooted in the fact that their smooth surface gives no room for dirt to accumulate, leaving the inner part of your blanket as clean as new.

Plastic Poly Pellets

Plastic poly pellets are said to be a common filler.

Cold water Is strictly required for washing as high temperature can melt plastic

Spread over a surface like a bannister to air dry because heat from dryer will ruin them.

Ensure you check to turn over frequently so as to achieve the best result after sunset.

Cover Material

Below is a compilation of the most common blanket cover materials used for weighted blankets, alongside are specific instructions that would help you in no small way to care for them. Nevertheless, specific fabric requires a different approach to cleaning.

Cotton

For the records, cotton is one of the most popular fabrics everywhere, you can use them in any kind of weather plus, they are easy to maintain.

Fabrics sometimes get easily agitated when washed in a load of themselves, therefore, ensure you wash cotton blankets separately using cold water.

Opt for a standard mild and bleach-free detergent for cotton

To preserve blanket colour, apply vinegar to water. Half a cup of vinegar would do.

If you decide on washing your fabrics using your washing machine ensure you run it through a light wash setting and if you decide to hand wash, rinse repeatedly until the water is free of soap traces.

You can either air dry or put in a dryer on low heat.

Rayon-Linen Blends

The fabric originated from wood, it is considered a semisynthetic fabric after being pulp-treated with chemicals. The fabrics are majorly selected for their durability. Its medium weight attribute makes it desirable in making a weighted blanket.

Carefully check care label instruction before cleaning

The fabric typically requires to be dry-cleaned because the colour sometimes bleeds and can easily shrink.

You can as well hand wash but remember to wash separately in water

Lay flat to air dry

Fleece

Before washing a fleece blanket, ensure you inspect for stain and soak in the washing machine for about 45 minutes before washing.

It is preferable to wash separately in warm water

Use a standard gentle detergent for fleece

The fabric can tolerate softener but skep softener before use

It's best to air dry

Flannel

Wash separately in either warm or cold water

Use gentle detergent

Tumble dry on low heat

It can also easily dry naturally with no hassle if water has been removed properly by ringer

Flannel fabrics wear out quickly when hot water is used on them.

Don't allow it to stay for too long in the dryer, remove immediately after the cycle to prevent over-drying.

Minky

Minky weighted blanket is one of the best selling blankets. This is because of its soft and lush texture, durable, and very easy to wash and maintain.

Wash separately in water temperature of your choice but, hot water is not an option

Use mild detergent

You can either hand wash or make use of a washing machine

Scrubbing with a toothbrush and a few drops of detergent is the best way to remove stain If you spot one

Hand fabrics to air dry

Keep fabric away from hot water and high heat because it's a polyester blend and cannot tolerate high temperature.

The Bulkiness of Your Blanket

The weight of your blanket also spells out how best to handle it while cleaning or washing. Where and how you will wash a 15 pounds blanket would be different from how you'll handle that of a 30 pounds, moreover, all washing machine has specific capacity they can take at a goal. It's wise to carefully check the care label to see if your blanket would be safe in a washing machine or not.

For Blankets under 15 pounds

You can wash blanket of this weight in your home machine on a gentle cycle following the guidelines below

Ensure you wash separately as this helps to reduce load weight in the machine

Wash on a gentle cycle

Use gentle and bleach-free detergent to wash

You can either tumble dry on low or air, as required by filling and cover material

For blanket Over 15 pounds

Blanket over 15 pounds is advised not to be washed in home washing machines to prevent the machine from wear and tear. Hefty blankets of this weight are better washed in a commercial-size machine. Blanket above 15 pounds have three alternative way of washing;

A trip to a laundromat where there are commercial-grade washer

Hand wash in cool water in the bathtub

A bigger capacity washing machine

Ask for help when hand-washing because blankets are heavier when wet. And read care label instruction thoroughly.

How To Get Rid of Stain on Blanket

Breakfast in bed is one amazing moment you wouldn't want to miss every morning. Your cup of coffee might accidentally spill on your blanket in the heat of the moment. How would you tackle the stain will likely be the first question that pops into your head. You don't have to get worked up, just follow this procedure;

To remove coffee stain

Get one-ounce of refined white vinegar, one-ounce of liquid laundry detergent and dilute with 10 ounces of water and mix properly

Apply on stain by rubbing the mixture gently into the stain with a toothbrush or better still, a washcloth

Allow the solution to seep through stain for at least 10 minutes

Rinse with cool water

Repeat the process until there are no traces of the stain

To remove a greasy stain

Dilute one-ounce of dish soap in water

Gently rub in the solution with a washcloth

Leave for a couple of minutes

Blot with a dry towel

To remove urine stain

Treat stain with an enzyme stain remover

Wash on gentle cycle

Inspect if traces and the pungent stench are gone

If not, repeat the process until for disappears

Air dry

To remove red wine stain

Apply 1-2 ounces of distilled white vinegar to the stain

Allow to sit for about 10 minutes

Smudge the stain with a dry towel afterwards, with a dry towel

If you still have traces of the stain, apply enzyme stain remover.

Leave for about 25-30 minutes, blot the stain with a towel

If you notice stain dissipation, rinse in cold water

It is necessary to inspect blankets for stain before washing and give specific stain the required special treatment.

How Often Should Weighted blankets Be Washed?

You wouldn't envisage washing your weighted blanket every single time you get your laundry done, would you? Remember they are heavy!

You use it almost every time you get on the bed, if not every night, then there has to be a time when it should be cleaned up.

Since washing it frequently is not an option, you just have to get it washed periodically. Two or three times annually would do, even if it still looks clean. You should as well air frequently in between washings to prevent bacteria.

Conclusion

Remember, the weight, filling and cover material of a blanket has a way of influencing its washing procedure.

No matter how rumpled your blanket looks, do not iron, just save yourself that headache already.

Always remember to refer back to the manufacturer's instructions whenever you decide on washing your blanket.

source https://gottasleep.com/blogs/sleep-talk/how-to-wash-a-weighted-blanket

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extra-blue-butterfly · 8 years ago

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Her Knight was Late

Chapter 4

Adrien hit the ground, hard.

He lay on his back, breathless, searching his memories of the last night. He let out a breath that he hadn’t realized he had held; he remembered, he was still in Marinette’s room, they had been watching Sailor Moon. He must’ve fallen asleep, because he was on the floor beside the chaise. Woken when he fell off in his sleep.

But there was still something bothering him, and it took a minute before he could figure it out.

He was Adrien , and Plagg, that little shit, was nowhere to be found.

A soft noise caught his attention and he turned his head- and froze. Marinette was asleep in her computer chair, knees pulled up to her chest, and her head tilted away from him.

‘ Oh, shit .’ Adrien didn’t dare breathe, frantically looking for his Kwami.

However Marinette chose that exact moment to groggily raise her head and yawn. Still facing the wrong direction, thankfully.

Adrien scrambled on hands and knees for the linen cabinet that he knew Marinette kept extra blankets in. He dumped the drawer out, swaddling himself from head to toe with the nearest quilt. The king sized covering was large enough to keep his entire body hidden from sight.

He tugged the hem up from around his ankles and began to pick his way through the darkness towards the trapdoor, and freedom when...

“Chat…? What are you doing?” He froze.

“I was cold?” Adrien tried his best to keep his voice casual as he turned towards Marinette’s voice.

“So you raided my blanket stash? And made a huge mess?”

He could tell she was scowling, and still half asleep, but her voice carried that little lilt that let him know she wasn’t truly mad at him. He grinned through the blanket.

“I was thinking blanket fort, but you woke up.”

Marinette didn’t reply.

Adrien started to sweat beneath the blanket.

“No fort…?” he said cautiously.

“Let’s do this.”

Adrien’s words were drowned out by Marinette. Blind beneath the quilt, he listened as she rustled around and tossed things into piles on the floor, each object making a soft plopping sound as they landed.

Unable to contain his curiosity, he peeked from a fold, and saw that she had created a huge mound of pillows, and with her chaise making up one side, she stretched a blanket over both to create a simple cave. Twisting her back with a pop, she turned around towards him. He quickly hid under the blanket again.

“What are you doing Chat?” Adrien jumped.

“Becoming one with the blanket?” he offered. She snorted.

“Whatever, just get in.”

Marinette waited patiently as he somehow managed to wiggle his way into the fort, without upsetting the delicate balance of the pillows, or revealing any part of himself.

Once Adrien settled himself, she squeezed in next to him. Her shoulder pressing against his in the small space.

She didn't say a word for the longest time.

“Chat.”

He jumped, pulling the quilt snugger around his body.

“Y-yeah?”

“I really messed up.” Adrien felt his heart pull at her soft words, but he didn’t say anything.

“You know the guy I like? Adrien?.”

She paused to take a deep breath. “It’s kind of a long story, but there’s this present I made him, right? But there was a mix up and he ended up thinking it was from his dad. But he was really happy about that so I didn’t say anything. Because surely he’d be happier getting it from him than me. ”

Her voice went muffled suddenly, like she had buried her head in a pillow. “...And today I might’ve let it slip. Because stupid klutzy me messed up the scarf and then I freaked out and told him that I’d make him a new one. So now he knows that I made it, and he’s totally going to hate me for lying, and we won’t be able to be friends with him anymore.”

Her words quivered, thick with suppressed emotion. “I’m sure he won’t ever want to see me again.” she finished with a wobble to her voice.

Adrien’s heart fluttered up into his throat. His hands fisted uselessly by his sides.

“Marinette…” He could only murmur her name softly as he listened to her ragged breathing.

“Chat!” she wailed, her voice muffled but still audible. “He- Adrien’s going to hate me!”

“Marinette, Marinette…”

Why did his heart ache so? He didn’t know, but he still wrapped his arms around her slender shoulders and pulled her close to him. Covering her in a cocoon of warmth.

Luckily the blanket was large enough for two.

Marinette curled up against him and sobbed, hands clenched into the quilt. Adrien covered her trembling fists with his own gentle hands, only a layer of fabric between them, and held her closer.

Gradually the tears ebbed and her sobs slowed to gentle shudders, and with a deep breath Marinette sat up.

Her hand lingered on his chest, almost like she didn’t want to let go of him. Adrien found himself hoping that that was the case, but she slowly drew her hand away, and once more he was blind.

“Chat?” Her voice was tight and strained from crying.

“Yes?” All he wanted was to make her troubles go away. To make her the happiest person in the world. If only he could tell her, if only he could take this blanket off.

“Thank you for being my friend.”

Like lightning.

Ah… it hurts…

Adrien smiled brightly at her through the blanket, keeping his voice light and jovial.

“ Paw -lease, you’ll never get rid of me with a few tears.” He reached up to rub where he thought her head was, and she squeaked in protest. “Any time you’re feline down, feel free to talk to me.” He mussed her hair again and withdrew his hand.

“I’ll always be your friend,”

Why…?

“Okay, purr -incess?” She giggled.

“Count yourself lucky to be one of my best fur- iends.” She laughed at her own pun and hugged him again.

I don’t want to be her friend?

“Certainly, I mean who else can I exchange puns with?” He puffed out his chest, although he wasn’t sure if she could see it beneath the quilt. She laughed anyway.

“What about Ladybug?”

The air whooshed from Adrien’s lungs, he struggled to breathe, to draw in enough air to formulate a response.

Lady...bug?

“Ah!” Adrien leapt to his feet, not caring about the blanket roof of the fort that tangled around him, or Marinette’s cry of surprise. “I have to go home now! I totally forgot! Bye Princess!”

With all of the grace of a cat caught in a trash bag, he lurched towards the trapdoor, pulling the quilts away from his eyes so he could climb the ladder. Before Marinette could protest, he was on the roof, blankets pooling around his ankles.

“Woah? Kid?” Plagg was floating above an overturned flower pot and yelled in surprise at Adrien’s sudden appearance.

“Plagg! Claws out!” Before his transformation was even complete, he leaped from the balcony into the open air, his costume materializing as he fell, he extended his baton and with all of his strength flung himself across the rooftops. Again, and again, until his arms throbbed and his breath rattled in his chest. But still he ran, vaulting again, and again, until his pole finally missed the mark and he fell.

He landed on a pile of empty boxes that cushioned his fall, and scared away a stray cat that vanished into the darkness.

Blankly, Adrien stared upwards at the thin sliver of sky that was visible between the tall buildings- and the tears came.

He covered his eyes with his palms and cried.

Between chest wracking sobs he whispered;

“I love Ladybug.”

His shoulder throbbed and he clenched his teeth.

“I love Ladybug.”

He took a deep breath, and let it out slowly, but the tears still came.

“I love Ladybug.”

He let his transformation flow away between sobs, and Plagg appeared, hovering above his chosen.

“H-hey, kid…” Adrien heard the Kwami’s voice but didn’t reply. He moved his hands down from his eyes and fixed Plagg with his gaze.

“Plagg… I love… Marinette?” Fresh tears welled up in his eyes as he looked at his Kwami. Plagg didn’t say a word and merely floated down to nestle against his chosen’s cheek.

“I love Marinette.”

Adrien cradled his Kwami in his hands, and cried.

Slowly, above him, the sky was painted with streaks of cinnabar and coral. Marking the start of a brand new day.

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Newborn Girl Outfits-27 Cutest Clothes For New Born Baby Girl Outfit Trends - Ideas How to Wear & What to Wear

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Newborn Girl Outfits-27 Cutest Clothes For New Born Baby Girl

Newborn girl outfits. The birth of a female baby is such a momentous and joyous occasion. Expectant mothers often dream about what their offspring will look like and how they want them to dress. It’s often difficult to stop yourself from buying clothing and baby products well before the baby arrives.

A new baby is about new life, fresh starts, dreams, happiness and the future. It puts everyone in a good mood. People especially go crazy buying clothes for newborn princesses. Once you give birth to your daughter, you will rarely be buying anything for yourself anymore. Everything looks so much more irresistible and swoon-worthy in miniature sizes.

What Outfits To Buy For Newborn Baby Girls?

Here are 27 of my absolutely all-time favourite items that I couldn’t live without for my own daughter from birth through her first birthday:

↓ 28 – Newborn Girl Coming Home Outfits

Your new addition will never make a fashion faux pa wearing anything pink from Ralph Lauren home from the hospital as you start your new life as a family of three (or more) Ralph Lauren is classic, timeless and looks good on everyone, infants included. It’s also always a great idea to go for matching outfits, so here are 100 Cutest Matching Mother Daughter Outfits on Internet So Far.

↓ 27 – SwaddleMe

I am a huge fan of Mexican food, but as much as I enjoy burritos, I have never gotten good at wrapping them up. Swaddleme swaddles are seriously the BEST swaddles ever! The secure design creates a cosy, womb-like feeling for baby and prevents startle reflex that can wake your infant. The soft fabric wings fasten and readjust securely with hook and loop attachments to create a perfect fit. Swaddleme makes swaddling foul-proof, even for those with three thumbs. You can literally pass off the baby as being wrapped as snuggly, smoothly and competently as when the expert nurses did it for you in the hospital.

↓ 26 – Miracle Blanket

Beloved by hundreds of thousands of families, Miracle Blanket is “one of the most beloved, time-tested and effective swaddling blankets on the market today.” There is no Velcro, which makes annoying sounds and won’t get disgusting in the laundry. In addition, one size fits all (up to 14 weeks so you can continue to swaddle, along with the Moses basket for 3 months or the “fourth trimester”) so there’s no need to keep having to buy new ones as your baby grows. If baby’s feet do not reach the bottom of the foot pouch, simply fold the bottom up so the feet touch the bottom of the blanket. The other feature which sets Miracle Blanket apart from its competitors is that there are arm flaps. Getting a good night sleep with a baby is truly a miracle. Thanks, Miracle Blanket for “the gift of sleep.” Night, night and sweet dreams. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

↓ 25 – Monthly Stickers

Monthly onesie stickers are such a fun way to record your newborn’s growth throughout the year. The choices, colors and patterns are endless. They are lots of fun and make it easy to identify just how old your child was in years to come when you look at an old photo which is dated.

↓ 24 – Baby’s First Designer Clothes

A total splurge, but every female, regardless of age, knows the importance of a killer pair of of designer jeans! Baby can even match Mommy, Daddy and any big brothers and/or sisters. And no, we promise that your diaper does not make your butt look fat. Pair with a onesie or pretty shirt.

↓ 23 – Ten Fingers….

Baby mitts are for keeping those sweet little hands from scratching their innocent and delicate face and to keep those sweet little hands warm in the cooler weather. In addition, many moms have reported, “It helped protect my babies hands from the well-intentioned women and small children that wanted to “ooh” and “aww” over my newest treasure.” We all know how little babies’ hands are and how tempting they are to touch.

↓ 22 – & Ten Toes: Sweetest Socks

Baby feet are so precious and perfect. When you have to cover them up, put them in Trumpette socks. There is nothing as adorable on the market, plus they provide an extra bonus of staying on better than most other baby socks.

↓ 21 – Ruffles

Little girls are obsessed with pink, glitter and ruffles. The sooner you get used to it the better. (If you look closely, you’ll notice she’s also got her Trumpette ballet flat socks on. No shoes necessary.)

↓ 20 – Anything Personalized

Adding the baby’s name, date of birth, measurements and/or other important stats, makes the ordinary baby item extraordinary. My daughter, Greenlee, has a unique name and therefore will never be able to buy items off-the-rack at the store with her name on it. (I experienced the same thing growing up). Our family was so excited to receive this feminine gingham hooded towel from Pottery Barn Baby with Greenlee’s name embroidered on it in pastel pink. Bath time is such a special bonding time between baby and parents. So many memories are made during this intimate chore and so many bathtub photos are taken to document for prosperity. In addition to the bath towel, you are going to want crib blankets and blankets for the stroller with your child’s name or initials.

↓ 19 – Personalized Leggings

What little girl doesn’t want their name written all over in a fun font (plenty of colours and styles to choose from) in a super comfy pair of leggings! I Know My Alphabet (an Etsy vendor) has become my new favourite go-to gift to get when a baby girl is born. It’s especially wonderful for a child who has older siblings because it becomes extremely obvious then that she is not stuck wearing her big brother or sister’s hand-me-downs. There is no denying these clothes were purchased especially for her and no one else.

↓ 18 – Cute & Funny Outfits

When you have kids close in age, it’s lots labelling the little/baby sister. Other kids in the family can wearing matching “Big Brother” or “Middle Sister” shirts.

↓ 17 – NewBorn Winter Clothing

An adorable snowsuit is a necessity for winter babies. When you bundle your bundle of joy up, make sure she’s comfy, cozy and wearing something warm enough to protect her from the cold, windy or wet climate.

↓ 16 – Ski Bunny Vest

For those less cold days, vests make wonderful layering pieces. They make strong statements and are versatile for all seasons except for the heat of the summer. Neutrals, pops of colour or patterned are all different options. Don’t necessarily buy a pricey vest as its more a novel accessory than a garment that your child will wear on a daily basis.

↓ 15 – Lounge Around in Sweats

Just as you’re most comfortable lounging around in sweats, babies want to look and feel like they’re most comfortable at all times. The littlest thing can set them off. Sweat suits aren’t fussy even when your baby is.

↓ 14 – Hats Off to the Baby

As soon as you announce your pregnancy, identify someone close to your family who knits or crochets and put in your request for baby hats and blankets. There is nothing like a custom made clothing and accessories to make your precious little one stand out in the crowd.

↓ 13 – Bands

And if you’re not too fond of hats, you can always opt for baby headbands because they look too adorable.

↓ 12 – Bathing Beauty

Every girl needs a flattering swimsuit or two for pool and beach days. Seek swimwear with high UV protection to protect delicate skin. Light colours are preferred as they will keep your child cooler in the hot sun while darker shades tend to attract and hold the heat. Lather on infant sunscreen to protect baby’s delicate and fragile skin. A floppy hat should also be worn.

↓ 11 – Where To Shop

What has grown into the “It” shoe for tiny feet was first created out of leather scraps on a kitchen table in 2009, after Freshly Picked founder Susan Petersen gave up on finding a baby shoe that was cute and stayed put. Known for thoughtful attention to detail, the brand’s moccasins and shoes have become big favourites in Hollywood and around the world. They also offer high-quality leather crib moccasins, soft sole shoes and diaper bags.

↓ 10 – Baby Shoes

Completely impractical, but oh so irresistible. While baby Uggs will never hit the floor, all eyes will remain glued on them (especially Mommy who will have to monitor that one hasn’t been lost).

↓ 9 – Halloween Costume for Non-Walkers

My daughter received lots of attention, tons of compliments and the best reactions to being a mermaid for Halloween. Everyone comments on her fin and is curious to know if I had made the costume. I must give credit to Laura Trot of Laura’s Inspiration who has an adorable array of hand-made crocheted baby photo props, along with booties and hats. It’s a great outfit for newborn photos. The mermaid costume was so unique and original that it scored first place in a Halloween costume contest! Here are Top 17 Halloween Costumes for Kids.

↓ 8 – Thanksgiving Outfit

The turkey is going to take second fiddle to your baby’ first Thanksgiving. Dress your ham up in something Thanksgiving worthy. Consider sticky to browns and oranges.

↓ 7 – Some Fancy Outfits

When your baby isn’t wearing a onesie or stretchies, and you’re taking her out and about, you’re going to want her to look like her most beautiful and feminine self. When she’s wearing a dress, no one will confuse her for being a boy. (She can be decked out in pink with a bow headband and still people will comment on what a cute boy he is). Dresses that come with matching bloomers/panties to cover the diaper are an added treat.

↓ 6 – A Classic Wrap Dress

Every lady needs a classic wrap dress. One season, Diane Von Furstenberg teamed up with Gap for a special line. If only the DVF dress could have grown with my daughter.

↓ 5 – Night Suits

Be prepared for your daughter to have more outfit changes than Beyoncé. You can never have enough stretchies on hand. Your baby will spend the majority of her time in stretchies, especially when she’s home. Pick prints and colours that make you happy and designs that are easy (and quick) to get on your ever-moving child.

↓ 4 – Bibs

No matter how many bibs you stock up on, you will always need at least a dozen more. Bibs are necessary for spit-up, protecting clothes when eating solids, wiping drool, the list goes on and on…..Pick some up whenever you see one that catches your eye and is a reflection of your style. Velcro fastening bibs are quick to put on/take off are the best design.

↓ 3 – A First Birthday Outfit

Remember your daughter will definitely need a beautiful little frock to celebrate her first birthday in style, because she can’t go out in her birthday suit! This will be the first of a lifetime of birthday celebrations blowing out candles and eating cake. You can also get some awesome ideas from these 17 Cute 1st Birthday Outfits for Baby Girl All Seasons.

And if you’re looking for something other than clothes to gift to anewbornn princess, then here are two of our highly recommended suggestions:

↓ 2 – Baby Rockers

The Tiny Love 3-in-1 Rocker Napper, an innovative rocker and napper that features a one hand switch from sit to sleep. At approximately two months old, she’ll be at the stage of being bored lying flat on her back day and night. She’ll begin to take notice of objects dangling within her reach. Once the batteries are inserted, it will massage baby, plays 3 different songs, give the baby a light show and offers volume control. The mobile does not move.

The design is extremely pleasing to parents that don’t want baby products that are huge eyesores to their home’s design. Unlike baby swing and many products out on the market, there’s no babyish animal pattern. The middle reclining position post-bottle is an ideal position to help her digest more easily.

↓ 1 – Books

It’s never too early to encourage your baby’s love of books and learning. Your little fashionista-in-training’s new library picks should include: The Birdie Series by Sujean Rim

(The author was the illustrator of the popular Daily Candy website. Jessica Simpson needs to get these books for her baby who will be named Birdie.)

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A huge thanks to my own daughter (now five years old) who modelled for the majority of these photos.

What are your favourite must-haves for your daughter? Please share your finds!

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theripertoire · 7 years ago

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What I Packed in my Hospital Bag

As many of you may already know, I gave birth to a beautiful baby boy this past November. As soon as my eighth month began, I started feeling a lot of cramps and pressure, and was so sure I would pop at any minute. It also didn’t help that I had been onsite every other day, overseeing the works on our apartment to move in on time for baby. Since I had been planning on a natural birth, I wanted to be prepared in case of any surprises. I sought advice from both Google and helpful moms (both followers and friends), and packed my first ever hospital bag according to that. Being a first-time mom comes with its handful of mistakes, and a whole lot of over packing - not to mention all the things you neglected to pack because you thought you would never need them. Lesson learned. I shared the entire process of my hospital bag packing and promised a blog post to follow, but I didn’t do that till now (and I’m glad I waited till after I delivered because much of it changed). So, because so many of you asked me to write this post, and because a lot of my FTM (first time mom) friends ask me for my list, I decided to finally post it online once and for all in the hopes that it will be helpful to some of you.

Disclaimer: This post is based solely on my personal experience, needs and lifestyle. Please do include or remove items in your bag according to what you find necessary. It is also best to contact your hospital’s maternity ward for tips and advice. The nurses and midwives have tons of expertise and will tell you exactly what you need to bring with you.

That being said, here are some tips as well as my full list:

First tip: Do pack your hospital bag ahead of time. I encourage packing while in your eighth month. I often hear stories of women who go into spontaneous labor way ahead of their due date. As a result, they end up in the hospital without even the bare essentials like pajamas for both baby and mama. So, better early and prepared than late and unpacked.

Second tip: Purchase a new suitcase, slightly bigger than a carry on with two separate compartments: one for your things, and one for baby’s items. The more organized you are while packing, the easier it will be during your stay at the hospital. Click here to see the hospital bag that I purchased. I found it to be perfect, size versus cost versus quality.

Third tip: Pack each of baby’s outfits in a Ziploc bag (bonnet, mittens, pajamas and socks). That way, when baby needs to be changed, all the nurse has to do is take one of the Ziploc bags where everything is already coordinated and ready. Dirty clothes will go into the then empty Ziploc bag to avoid dirtying other items in the closet or suitcase. Once home, those bags will go straight to the laundry. These bags (or similar ones) can be found at any major supermarket.

Fourth tip: Regardless of the season, it’s preferable to buy and pack cotton pajamas versus velour. In summer, you can dress down baby by adding a short sleeved bodysuit underneath, no socks and no bonnet. Inversely, you can add layers in winter with a long sleeved bodysuit, socks, a bonnet and mittens (when needed). Go thicker or lighter on the blanket depending on the room temperature. From experience, it’s better for baby to feel cool than too warm. Cotton is also the most comfortable fabric for baby to wear.

Fifth tip: If budget and space permit, pack your bag as though you’re going in for a planned C section (a four-day stay instead of two). Sometimes, both natural births and inductions don’t go as planned, and one is forced to undergo a C section – which, by the way, is not the end of the world. In my case, we started off with induced labor because my cervix was closed. It also wasn’t effaced. My water eventually broke and still, nothing. Three hours into the induction, we decided it made more sense to switch to a C section. (When your cervix isn’t dilated, induced labor can last for over a day with a 40% chance of it actually working. This is too much time and pain that is unnecessary for both mom and baby.) This is a matter of personal opinion and preference. Your decision should always be discussed with your doctor, who is the only person qualified to advise you on what route to take. And even then, the decision remains entirely in your hands. This is a very personal choice and you shouldn’t be manipulated into making a decision you’re not convinced with, regardless of what your doctor and society think. Follow your gut and logic. In my case, and despite planning on and wanting a natural birth, I opted for a C section and didn’t regret my decision for a single minute. Within 12 hours, I was walking and eating. I was able to nurse my baby two hours post-op, and I recovered so well physically, I forgot I even had stitches. But then again, this doesn’t apply to everyone.

Sixth tip: I know I will be attacked by breastfeeding groups for saying this, but do take formula with you. It could be for whatever reason: you decide not to breastfeed, your milk supply doesn’t come in or you simply want to supplement from the very beginning. Personally, I’m pro breastfeeding and believe that it’s the most beneficial for your baby. I even breastfed for more than 15 hours per day for the first couple of weeks. It requires a lot of dedication and is quite the challenge, but it’s very rewarding for both mom and baby. But, I’m also a firm believer that “fed is best”, and I’m someone whose milk supply was excellent and really enjoyed breastfeeding my baby for a month. I’m aware that newborns lose up to 10% of their birth weight in their first week outside the womb, but I refused to keep my baby hungry while waiting for my milk supply to come in. I’m not an expert but I’m the mother, and I don’t care what anyone says. The nurses fought me on this, but I put my foot down and insisted. I refused to hear my baby cry from hunger and refused to watch him lose more than a certain amount of weight. I also wanted my baby to get used to my breast, breast milk, formula and feeding bottles from the beginning. The nurses at the hospital where I gave birth insisted on feeding him formula from a cup instead of bottle, once a night, to avoid nipple confusion. This worked great. I later on breastfed throughout the day and gave him formula once per night with the Munchkin Latch bottle, which resembles the natural flow of breast milk and feels similar to the breast as well. This increased each week till I switched completely to formula. Once again, this is my personal preference. I must have done something right, since my baby went from 25th percentile to 90th percentile in just 7 weeks postpartum. I gave my baby colostrum and breast milk for as long as I was able to, and once I had to suddenly stop breastfeeding, we didn’t face difficulties like accepting the taste of formula or feeding from the bottle because I had gotten him used to it from the start. He also sleeps very well since day one because he is well fed and happy. Don’t let anyone make you feel bad for whatever decision you make. Remember, it’s none of their business.

What to pack in your hospital bag.

This list is based on the items that I actually needed and found to be essential or useful during my stay at the hospital.

One to two changes of clothes for baby for each day you are in the hospital (bodysuit, cotton pajamas, mittens {unless built in pajama}, socks). Put each set in a Ziploc bag so the full outfit is ready for the nurse/midwife to change/dress baby.

Weather appropriate outfit for going home (for both you and baby)

One pajama for you for each day you are in the hospital, including socks, nursing bra, postpartum panties, slippers

Breast pads (The Avent night pads worked very well with me. I preferred them to the day pads, which I found to be a waste, since they don’t absorb as well. I wore the night pads even during the daytime)

Maternity pads (Natracare or Relax are two good options. Most hospitals in Lebanon have the latter available already)

Marcalan nipple cream – if you’re planning on breastfeeding

Two thin swaddle blankets

Two thick blankets (if it’s winter) or two thin blankets (if it’s summer)

Toiletries, makeup, hairdryer, etc.

Phone chargers, camera, etc.

Hair ties (always have your hair tied when in close contact with baby)

Formula, in case your milk doesn’t come in on time or in case you wish to supplement (if this is something you’re convinced about, you should insist on it, since some hospitals don't agree to give formula. Also take the feeding bottle brand you have bought for your baby with you. I recommend Munchkin Latch in parallel with breastfeeding; whether it’s for expressed milk or formula. It is excellent)

One pack of diapers per baby (in case you’re having twins, you will obviously need more)

Baby wipes (incase you want to change your baby in room)

Nappy rash cream (like Sudocrem and Mustela 1 2 3)

Organic almond oil for babies (baby’s skin will be very dry. Insist that they massage it on after bathing)

Nursing pillow (if you plan on breastfeeding)

Car seat (to be installed in car prior to delivery) – I recommend the Cybex, Maxi Cosi or Doona.

Once again, whether it’s your birth plan, hospital bag, method of delivery, or anything related, it should all be based on your personal preference and lifestyle, according to what’s best for you and your baby.

I want to send out so much love to all the moms-to-be out there. You are about to embark on the most challenging yet magical journey of your life. Enjoy every minute of it, no matter how difficult it may all seem at first. And remember this: it really does get better with each passing day. Don’t forget to thank yourself and your body for all the changes you’ve gone through in such a short amount of time. Even when you think you aren’t, you are in fact doing a great job.

Is there anything I’m forgetting? Got any tips for packing your hospital bag? Please share your thoughts with other mamas in the comments section below!

-R

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