#home exterior decor pictures

[ihearttseliot]

[pastlivesandperfectoceans]

[phant0mth1ef]

i kissed the scars on her skin, i still think you’re beautiful.

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can be read as part 3 to this boy’s too young to be singing the blues, or as a standalone :3!

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empty. your hospital room was empty. void of all life. the sheets were as if nobody had slept there in years, the window shades were put back to their normal, idle position, and all the decorations that class a had put up for you were now gone.

but he was still directed to the room where you were supposed to reside. he stood at the doorway, his jaw open as he stared inside, trying to look for any signs of life. because why else would they send him here if you weren’t there? you were still alive. right?

he was worried, to say the least, until he heard quiet muffled sounds coming from behind him, you were standing, your iv was right next to you as you looked up at the boy with half-lidded eyes.

“hi katsuki.” you yawned.

“you spent all that time asleep and you’re still tired?!” there was the snarkiness and attitude you knew and loved.

“exhausted really. come in.” you motioned for the boy to follow you as you made your way to your bed, sitting down and patting the space next to you.

“why’s it look like a grey’s anatomy scene in here?” he was always so blunt, even if you were currently in the worst shape possible.

“didn’t wanna get too comfortable. i don’t plan on living in here any longer than i have to.” something was off. you didn’t have that stupid happy go lucky smile on your face.

“my quirk. they took my quirk.” you looked down as the tears welled in your eyes, trying to smile but it was quickly broken.

you never knew what to do with your hands, so you just played with your fingers whenever you were scared.

“that’s what you’re so upset about?! you almost died.” even when you’re feeling down he still manages to scold you.

“i know but,” you sniffled.

“i just-. i really wanted to become a hero with you katsuki.” the boy was never one for emotions, choosing to hide them rather than showcase them.

but in that moment, he slowly felt his hard exterior crumbling as he swore his heart begun to break, you had meant every word you said to him, your tears were real tears.

“tch. you’re real dense, ya know that?! you’re already a hero dumbass. you fought in that stupid war. you earned the right to be called a hero.” he looked away from you, not meeting your eyes because he refused to let you know he was crying.

until you heard him sniffle, and you pretended not to laugh even though your own eyes were filled to the brim with tears.

“you cryin’ katsuki?” a laugh had slipped out as he angrily snapped his head back to face you.

“hah?! no! it’s just stuffy in here.” it was hard to watch him pretending to be tough while he had a tear falling from his eye.

“s’okay to cry, y’know.” you leaned your head on his shoulder, and he turned at your sudden action.

then proceeded to put his head on your head, making mitsuki nearly jump at her son’s sudden actions, and yet she was quick enough to grab her camera, quickly snapping a photo.

the same photo that bakugou had looked back on after eri had successfully rewinded your body to the time when your quirk was still a part of you.

the same photo that was on display at your wedding, along with about a gazillion childhood pictures of you both, you both had been in the background of many pictures despite never knowing each other, it was as if an invisible string had tied your souls together.

and sure enough, the photo was hung in your shared home, along with another picture of you both as pro heroes, your children walking by it every day on their way to school.

[joeyfranchise]

𝟙𝟚 𝕕𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕗𝕚𝕔-𝕞𝕒𝕤: 𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝕥𝕨𝕠

cindy lou who…

ex!joe x fem!reader

summary: the boy that you love is with someone new…

warnings: none, it’s just sad. sfw, but minors please do not interact with my page.

word count: 1.2k.

note: based on the song cindy lou who by sabrina carpenter. i also drew inspo from harry styles’ cover of girl crush, and heather by conan gray.

it was christmas eve again, and you were all alone in your apartment, deciding against traveling to be with your family.

with a glass of wine in hand and your coziest robe on, you sat on the couch ready to get comfortable and watch a christmas movie. for most of the day you moped around, sad you’d be spending christmas alone… but it was up to you to change that.

you scrolled through the endless amount of movies before settling on a favorite, love actually.

you sipped at your wine as the movie began to play, trying to immerse yourself in it. you thought about getting up and making a snack, but your phone buzzed, and that took all your attention. it was a text from your sister, nothing that really required your attention, but you opened it nonetheless.

attached was a picture of herself and her boyfriend in front of a gigantic beautifully lit christmas tree. she was smiling from ear to ear, and her boyfriend was looking at her so sweetly. the message along with it read “we miss you! wish you were home!”

you love reacted the message and responded back with a simple “miss you!” but all it really did was remind you how lonely you were. you exited out of your messages and turned your attention back to the movie briefly before opening up instagram, ready to doomscroll. movies could never really keep your attention, but you needed the background noise.

when you looked back at your phone screen, the breath was almost knocked from your lungs. the first post was from your ex… you weren’t sure why you still followed him.

in the photo, joe was standing in a grandeur hallway, poised in front of a beautiful archway that was decorated with beautiful lights and red and green holly. next to him was a beautiful girl, the one who you could only assume replaced you.

she had long, silky, perfectly curled hair. her hand was on his chest, her beautifully manicured nails painted with tiny candy cane designs. her makeup was gorgeous as she smiled up at joe, the wing of her eyeliner was perfect, her lips the most beautiful glossy red you’ve ever seen.

he looked so happy as he stared into the camera, and it broke your heart for a moment knowing that you weren’t the one creating that happiness. you swiped to the next photo. it hurt even worse than the first.

in this photo, joe’s hand was pressed to the small of her back and he was pulling her into him. he smiled down at her, and you could almost feel the love and adoration beaming from his eyes onto her.

you knew how it felt. he used to look at you that way.

you wondered how they met, what she did to pull him in. you wondered what it took for her to break down that hard exterior he had, how she was able to melt him down, how she got him to smile like this... to post photos like this. you felt physically sick looking at it.

you swiped to the last photo. she stood there between joe and robin, with joe’s dad on his other side. they all looked so happy, smiling in the christmas lights. you could feel the bile rising in your throat.

there he was, the man you loved, smiling so happy and in love with someone else. you wanted to hate her, but how could you? sure, she was doing things you used to do, but it seemed like she brought the light back to joe. you hadn’t seen him that happy in a while, especially not the last few months of your relationship.

you reminisced on christmases you’d spent with him, how it used to be you taking photos with his parents. how it was you who woke up with him in his old bed, underneath his star wars themed sheets and bedspread.

how you’d help his mom cook breakfast, you’d spend time with his brothers’ families, you’d open gifts with him. you giggled at how you’d sneak upstairs late after everyone was asleep to have a christmas treat, trying not to laugh too loud and wake everyone up.

you tried not to throw up as you imagined them kissing under the mistletoe that’d be hung above the hearth, just like you used to. you thought about how beautiful a ring would look on her finger, about how elated joe would be to give it to her.

you remembered everything you felt for him, when he won the natty, the heisman, when he was drafted.. you were there, you were in love, but the fire began to die. joe was becoming more and more unhappy, and you had to let each other go. and now, as you sat lonely, without even your family, here was joe. happy and in love with a beautiful girl, someone who wasn’t you.

you wondered if it was snowing in ohio, you were almost sure of it. would he take her outside and spin her around in the snow, just like he did with you?

it stung, but all you could do was force yourself to be glad for him. he deserved love, you knew that. you wanted that for him, even if it was with someone else. you wondered everything about her. what did she smell like? was her skin soft? what does her voice sound like?

she was everything for joe that you couldn’t be, but that was okay. you had to be okay with it. you noticed joe tagged her in the photo, but you wouldn’t bother scrolling her page, or if it was private, you wouldn’t send her a request. her life with joe was none of your business, even if it hurt.

you didn’t know if it’d be messy, but against your better judgment, you liked joe’s post. you were going to be happy for him, no matter what. you locked your phone, placing it face down on the couch as you stood to go make yourself some popcorn.

once you returned, you focused your attention back to the movie which left you bawling by the end. you finished your wine as well, and you gathered your dishes to take them to the sink before pulling the curtains closed. you stopped for a moment to admire all the lights outside before you had them fully closed.

you picked up your phone as you got ready to head to bed, your heart sinking as you noticed an instagram notification on your lockscreen. when you opened it, your hand instinctively flew to cover your mouth, your legs feeling shaky, almost like jello.

joeyb_9: merry christmas, y/n.

that was all it read, but it nearly ripped your heart from your chest. what made him message you, you weren’t sure. you started to sob, the cries wracking through your body. it took everything in you to respond, but you did, you had to tell him one last thing.

y/n: merry christmas, joe. i’m so happy for you.

and with that you were off to bed, dreaming of joe and his cindy lou who… the girl who wasn’t you.

all photos and dividers used are not mine. credit to original owners.

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[sweetcyberangel]

Baby, I'm yours

Bouncer!Abby x Reader > PART ONE Synopsis: Abby takes you on a date <3 tags/Warnings: 1.6k words, fluff fluff fluff, there’s a bottle of wine, Abby rides a motorbike, reciprocated lesbian pining, there’s like a tiny bit of sexual tension, they kiss!! This is so self indulgent.

Every notification that ran through Abby’s apartment sent her rushing over to her phone, face dropping in disappointment each time. Biting her lip, she scolds herself for being so impatient after only meeting you the night before. I mean, who is to say you even want to message her? You were still a bit hazy at the time she said goodbye and maybe you woke up and realized you had no interest in her. With a frustrated groan she plops down on her couch, laying her head on the back of it to stare blankly at the ceiling. Why can she not get you out of her head? 

The entire morning you had been pacing back and forth in your bedroom, your socks padding against the floors with each step. Seriously, why was this so difficult? She clearly was interested in you; otherwise, why would she have given you her number? Sitting on the edge of the bed and reaching for your phone, you stare at the screen in an attempt to will yourself into just sending the message. Your fingers reach for her contact, dancing along the keyboard. Typing, deleting, typing, deleting. Every message either came out weird or too forward or seemingly uninterested. Seriously, it's been WAY too long since you’ve been into anyone. 

Finally you settled on a simple “hey! it’s the girl from last night, thanks for the ride home”. A reply gets sent back almost instantly. 

Hearing another notification, Abby pushes down the excitement bubbling up, telling herself to stop being so desperate but when she sees a text from an unknown number, she leaps to answer it. “Hey!! It’s really no problem, I’m glad you got home safe :)” 

A week of exchanging messages back and forth, gradually getting to know one another through gentle questions and sweet remarks ends with Abby finally asking the question she’s wanted to ask since you both started talking. 

“Hey, no pressure of course but if you are free any time soon i’d love to take you on a date”

“i’d love to! i’m free tomorrow?” 

“Sounds perfect, can I pick you up at 4? I have somewhere I’d love to take you.”

The following evening arrives in a flurry of butterflies residing permanently in your stomach. You smooth out your dress for the hundredth time, glancing between your reflection in the mirror and phone lighting up with a text from Abby. 

“On my way now, see you soon :)” 

Your heart hammers in your chest at the thought of seeing her again, though this time under intentional circumstances. 

Around twenty minutes later a gentle knock sounds at the door. Taking a steadying breath you mentally prepare yourself, straightening your posture before swinging the door open smoothly. Abby stands before you, hands stuffed hesitantly into the pockets of her leather jacket. Your eyes scan over her, her features are softer in the daylight. You can see the freckles on her pale cheeks that weren’t visible the night you had met. 

“Hey” she smiles, tone gentle and timid in contrast to her tough exterior. You return her smile. “Hi! come in while I grab what I need.” Stepping aside you allow her room to enter, closing the door behind her broad frame. 

Abby rocks on her heels, eyes wandering your home, taking in the decorations you have around. Her eyes land on a picture of you and - who she assumes - are your friends. A small “cute” is mumbled under her breath. “So, where are you taking me?” You inquire, curiosity piqued as you walked over to her. Her expression turns sheepish. 

“I, uh, packed us a little picnic. Figured we could watch the sunset in the park, if that’s okay?” Her words lift at the end in question, anxious she may have planned too much too soon. 

(Lesbians, can’t be casual about anything)

Your eyes are soft and earnest as you reply. “I’d really like that. Thank you, Abby” Hearing her name spoken so sweetly off your tongue gives her a surge of confidence, so she extends her hand for you to take.

As you walk out to her bike, she hands you a helmet as well as a jacket, much more prepared for a second passenger this time. Her bike roars to life beneath you once more.

All too soon the scenery blurs to a halt, Abby kicking the stand down and guiding you off with care. You watch as she lifts her helmet off, blonde strands of hair falling in front of her face. She leads you through a trail into a secluded spot, before reaching into her bag and gently spreading a blanket across the grass. There are small flowers spread across the grassy field, a river running in front of your spot. You watch in wonder as a swan glides across the water.

The sky is awash with lavenders and oranges, not a cloud in sight, and you understand now why she chose this place. It takes your breath away. 

“Abby, this is too sweet,” You say warmly, and she turns to you with a smile, shrugging her shoulders.

Wordlessly, she begins unpacking the food she had prepared. Fruits, cheeses, crackers, and some small pastries and desserts before pulling out an expensive bottle of red wine and two glasses.

Abby sits close but not too near, patient and watching with care untainted by expectation or want. “This is beautiful, Abby.”

Her smile is soft, eyes crinkling at the corners. “I’m glad you like it.” 

You reach over and pick up a cherry, placing it between your lips. It’s sweet and perfectly ripe. As you bite into it you feel the juice trickle down your chin, but before you can reach to wipe it away Abby's fingers are swiping away at your bottom lip, and when you look up at her she chuckles under her breath. “So messy”. She says it absent-mindedly, with no implication or second meaning, but your mind fogs up. Doe eyes meeting hers, she watches your pupils expand and a cocky grin graces her lips before she lifts her fingers to her lips, sucking the cherry juice off before going back to looking out at the water. Your breath catches in your throat and your teeth press softly into your lip before following her gaze out to the stream. you soak in the tranquil setting drenched in the warmth of the setting sun. 

Tentatively, you shift closer till your sides are pressed together, both as a search for warmth in the cool dusk air and the want for closeness you feel building deep inside you. Abby smiles at the movement, curling a strong yet tender arm around your waist. Her calloused fingers trace absent patterns along your hip bone through the fabric, sending tingles up your spine. 

The rest of the sunlight you have is spent like this, voices soft and conversations filled with laughter. Absent-mindedly your hands reach for the one sitting on your waist, bringing it into your vision to trace gentle lines against it. 

As darkness falls, the air cools slightly and you can't help the small shiver that runs through you. Abby's arms tighten protectively at the action, as if on instinct.

"You cold?" she whispers softly, her breath ghosting along your hairline. You nod in response, not wishing to disturb the serenity with unnecessary noise.

Without a word she reaches behind you both, pulling the leather jacket from her shoulders and draping it around your own. The lingering warmth from her body seeps into you, that smell of pinewood invading your senses again.

As stars form above your heads, Abby turns to you as she gently squeezes your side “I should probably get you home”. You nod, silently praying that you’ll get to see her again soon. 

She packs any leftover food back into her backpack and you fold up the picnic blanket. All the effort that she put into this… It’s more than anyone’s ever done for you before. No one had ever put so much effort into their time with you, or been so delicate with you. 

Taking your hand once more, Abby walked with you to where her bike was parked near a line of trees. She helped you swing your leg over to settle in behind her before starting the engine with a rumble.

Being on her motorbike is becoming more familiar now, less nerve wrecking. 

All too soon, her motorcycle rolled to a stop in front of your house. Abby cut the ignition and swung her leg over to dismount before turning to help you off as well. Fingers curled together, you walked the few steps to your front porch in comfortable silence.

Stopping outside your front door, you turn to face her, smiling up at her with warmth spreading over your cheeks. 

“Thank you for letting me take you out,” Abby said softly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear in a tender gesture. You leaned into her touch instinctively, a smile spreading on your lips.

Abby gazed at you with such fondness and care that it made your heart swell. Slowly, ever so slowly, she seemed to gravitate closer until there was barely any space left between your bodies. Her eyes flickered down to your lips in a silent question.

In answer, you slid your arms up around her neck and closed the final distance, pressing your mouth to hers in a gentle kiss. Abby's hands found your waist, holding you steady as she kissed you back sweetly. Her lips were soft and confident against your own.

Abby placed one last fleeting kiss to your lips before stepping back reluctantly. "Goodnight, beautiful. Sleep well," she murmured, caressing your cheek softly. You beamed at the new pet name.

"Goodnight, Abby. Text me when you get home safe." With that, you unlocked the door and slipped inside with a ball of light beneath your chest. 

[biscof]

For the few years that Andrew and Neil are on different pro teams Andrews team knows next to nothing about him. Now since he got off his meds and significantly mellowed out after graduating, its not that his team mates don’t like him, they just don’t know who he is outside of being an amazing player. When his teammates release their lack of Andrew Minyard info the “who the fuck is our goalie” coalition is created. They share all the information they have on Andrew in order to paint the picture of who the hell this man is.

One day one teammate comes across Andrew after practice reading a book in the players lounge. As they step closer to desifer the cover Andrew glances up at them with a questioning look. When they ask what the book is Andrew gives a surprised raise of his eyebrow and gives a shockingkly well put together synopses of the plot. After the player goes home that night they look up the book only to discover that the fantasy adventure novel that was described to them was not only an extremely sappy romance, it was also the last part of a queer YA series.

Andrew is spotted soon after at a local coffee shop drinking some sort of whip cream topped chocolate concoction with reading material much different than before. He sips his drink and peruses some large fancy looking book. With only a quick google search they realize that its some complex scientific book about Homo sapiens through history?

A few weeks later another of Andrews teammates walk in on a pacing Andrew with his phone clutched to his ear. He’s talking in an intense whisper, not angry but concerned, about some sort of cat sitter falling through. After Andrew spots them he hisses out a quick goodbye into the phone and hangs it up. When they ask what the call was about, Andrew contemplates for a second then explained that he’s visiting family and the cat sitter he had sceduled wasn’t going to be able to come after all. When the teammate volunteers to do the job Andrew only sighs but accepts their offer. After a weekend of cat sitting and semi snooping around Andrews apartment the brave cat sitter reports back to the team with all their suspicions confirmed.

Andrews pro teammates have concluded this: Andrew Minyard is not the violent and cruel man the media and his past can make him out to be. Andrew is actually a cat loving book nerd with a spotless apartment decorated in soft cream and earth tones. He is sarcastically funny and incredibly smart. And maybe, just maybe, Andrews pro team are some of the first people to see him for who he truly is under his sandpaper exterior.

[f1byjessie]

HE LIKES MY AMERICAN SMILE ━━ OP81.

love is a wild ride, and logan sargeant's sister is about to find this out the hard way.

( oscar piastri x sargeant!reader )

━━ part five.

You’ve never actually been to Monaco. It was one of the few Grand Prix you’d had to miss. Logan’s retelling of how it was had been slightly skewed by disappointment and frustration at his less-than-stellar results that weekend, but his descriptions of everything had still painted a picture of lavishness and excitement in your mind, and you’d been dreaming ever since for the chance to experience it yourself.

You’re here now, and even just the view from the plane had lived up to the hype. On the ground, it’s enough to leave you breathless. The deep blue water of the Riviera glitters with the golden glow of the afternoon sun, the mountains stand tall off in the distance, and the grand opulence of the city makes you feel like you’ve stepped foot into a whole new world.

You’re not unfamiliar with the lifestyle of riches and luxury, but Monaco is on another level entirely.

Lando, the reason you’re here in the first place, appears beside you. On the ride back to his place from the airport, he’d caught you marveling at the marina and had pulled off onto the side of the road to let you get out and take a longer look. The boats look like miniature cruise ships, sleek and elegant where they rest in the water, swaying gently with waves. It reminds you, vaguely, of back home.

“Ready to go?” He asks, fiddling with his keys.

You spare the marina one last glance, then nod and turn on your foot with the knowledge that you’ll be here for a week longer still and will have plenty of time later to take in the view as much as you want.

Lando’s house, when you arrive, is just as expensive looking as the rest of Monte Carlo.

The exterior is expertly landscaped and maintained, with hedges perfectly trimmed and flowers flawlessly pruned. It’s slightly lacking in regards to the personality you imagined Lando having. His car is personalized and his wardrobe is a look into who he is, but the outside of his house looks… normal, for lack of a better term. It’s beautiful, nonetheless, but it’s simple all the same.

When he opens the door, you take it all back. The interior screams Lando Norris. It’s extravagant in a way that mirrors what you know of his personality, but it’s comfortable. You’ve been to homes that look more like show houses, where the furniture seemingly exists to be viewed but not used, and all the decorations are vague and impersonal enough to fill blank space and do little else. This is the opposite.

There’s a blanket folded haphazardly over the arm of the couch, and mismatched pillows. On the coffee table is a half-empty bottle of water, a book with a scrap piece of paper hanging out from the middle, and an opened pack of batteries. There are pictures on the walls in mismatched frames— friends and family and achievements from throughout Lando’s career that tell a story of his successes and proudest moments.

It looks like a real home. When you tell him, he laughs.

“With how little time I actually get to spend here, you’d think it’d be the opposite,” he comments.

He helps you bring your bags up to a guest room and then gives you a tour of the rest of the house. Letting you ask questions and answering them sincerely.

When you’re back in your room, unpacking your clothes, it occurs to you just how crazy all of this is. You know Lando, but you haven’t known him for very long. Your friendship has only developed over comments on social media, texts, and the occasional phone call over a few weeks. But you’re here, across the ocean in a country you’ve never been to before, spending a week in his house just because he asked you here and offered to help you with your love life dilemma.

Your life is beginning to feel more and more like a movie, and all you can do is hope it has a happy ending.

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“The comments are going crazy,” you tell Lando, staring down at your phone and scrolling the long chain of comments beneath your most recent post.

Some are supportive— people who knew you before your brother got involved with Formula 1 and don’t care about the drama, or they’re other models you’ve become tentative acquaintances with after years of working in the industry. Some are speculative, wanting to know if you’re with Lando, what happened between you and Oscar, theorizing about fights, messy breakups, and revenge rebounds. Some, however, are just mean, calling you a slut for leading on two guys at the same time, or a bitch for ruining their imaginary chances with their favorite driver.

You wouldn’t claim that you’re used to this type of negative attention, but you’re not unused to it either. So much of your job requires a social media presence and with your life in the limelight as a byproduct of both Logan and Dalton’s own very successful careers, you’re no stranger to internet trolls and people who are vicious just because they can be.

That doesn’t make some of the comments hurt any less.

“None of them matter,” Lando answers from beside you, his eyes focused on the road. “It’s just people who don’t know what they’re talking about.” He recites it like it’s something he’s had to say hundreds of times before, and it occurs to you that he probably has, to himself if not anyone else in his line of work.

You’re sat once again in the passenger seat of his car as he drives you back to his place. The streets of Monte Carlo at night are dazzling and even more beautiful than in the day with twinkling lights and a raging nightlife scene, but you’re distracted still by your phone, checking and rechecking to see if there’s any hint of Oscar in your notifications.

There isn’t.

It feels like a dismal ending to what had truly been such a lovely night.

You’re in a gorgeous dress, in a gorgeous car, in a gorgeous city, with a man who’s fun and relaxing to be around, who doesn’t make you feel like a side piece or arm candy, and who is genuinely a friend to you. You went to an amazing restaurant and ate some of the best food in your life with some of the best company, got slightly tipsy off of wine you didn’t have to pretend to enjoy for once, and it’s only the beginning of your time here in Monaco.

But rather than enjoy what you have here in the present, all you can think about is the one thing that would make it that much better— Oscar.

“Maybe I should just give up,” you mutter, finally turning your eyes away from the screen. “He probably kissed me, realized he wasn’t interested, and the reason he hasn’t brought it up is because it was all just a big mistake that he wants to forget.”

Lando makes a sound that you’re not quite sober enough to place. “I think the only way you could know that is if you talked to him.”

“Yeah, well,” you shrug, “that’s not likely to happen any time soon.”

He makes another sound, but you’re too disappointed to really pay it much mind, and by the time he’s pulling into the garage you’ve forgotten all about it.

He helps you out, ever the gentleman as you’ve learned tonight, and then you’re following him to the door, trying not to let your bad mood ruin things too much. You’re still incredibly grateful and appreciative to him for helping you so much despite not having known you very well when it all began.

“Seriously, though, Lando.” You speak up suddenly, just as he’s about to open the door. “Thank you for doing all this for me. Even if nothing comes of it, I’ve already had a lot of fun and you’re a good friend.”

All he does is offer you a smile over his shoulder, before pushing the door open.

When you step in through the doorway after him, you’re momentarily confused by the luggage waiting in the entryway. For a split second, you think you must have left some of yours down here, but then you look a bit closer and realize that it definitely isn’t yours.

There's movement from your peripherals as someone in the living room stands from the couch and crosses the distance to the entryway's threshold.

“You’re back earlier than I thought, Lando—” you snap your head up in surprise just as the voice cuts off.

You stare at him in shock. “Oscar…”

━━ tags: @f1-is-lovely-33 @chasing-liberosis @405rry @aquangxl @bellezaycafe @peqch-pie @formulaal

━━ a/n: tada! i have the rest of this fic entirely planned out from here and i am so excited to get to the juicy parts finally! hope you all enjoy!

[creator1mpersonator]

Through the Mirror

00. Prologue

Inspired by Coraline, reader is gender-neutral, no use of Y/N.

This new home was painfully dreary. Based on the copper-colored bricks that built up the walls and the immensely overgrown shrubbery around it, you assumed this was a pre-war building. There were neighboring houses, but they all looked as copper, lifeless, and boring as yours. As you assisted your parents unload the U-Haul, you saw a little girl ride past on her little bike with the expression of a Victorian child—poor thing, so young and living in a place with the mental stimulation of the color beige. Your father procured the key from one of his pockets, slotting it into the rusty doorknob and turning it. The door simply opened by itself, and you heard him mumble something about fixing it to himself before entering. Your mother followed, waving away cobwebs with her hand. You remained outside for a moment, and it wasn’t until you heard your mother shriek your name that you picked up a box and scampered inside.

The inside of the home was, predictably, as depressing as its exterior. Dusty, with cobwebs along walls like terrible little decorations. You screamed when you saw a cockroach scuttle past your feet, its wretched antenna going this way and that before fleeing out the open front door.

“Bugs, great. Just what I need.” Your mother muttered in a rather disgruntled tone, arms crossed over her chest. She seemed even more upset by this move than you were, even if it was supposed to be good for her and your father’s job. Not that you even knew what it was that they did.

“Nothing an exterminator can’t fix, honey.” Your father said in a cheerful tone, ever the optimist.

“Exterminators cost money. Money we don’t have.” Your mother retorted, killing another roach beneath her shoe with a rather cruel stomp that sounded throughout the empty house.

“You’ll see,” your father began, “things will be just fine.”

“Yeah, right.”

Your father sighed, and you gave him a sympathetic smile before setting the box you were holding down on the dusty hardwood floors.

“___” your mother called out, “go pick out your room.”

You nodded, walking past your at-odds parents and heading up the stairs. There was an old carpet that lined the hallway, like in picture books. It was a faded blue and you think there were once flowers printed on the fabric. You decided to walk on the regular hardwood instead when the carpet began to squish under your feet. You don’t think the carpet was supposed to do that. 

You peered into different rooms, making keen observations about each one that would help you pick out the least worst one. One room had a hole in the floor, your mother was gonna blow a gasket when she saw it. The next room sent you running out of it when you saw the cockroaches gathered around like a council of terrible little things. The third room you saw was the one you picked. Compared to the last two, it wasn’t in a state of disrepair nor did it make your skin crawl. It was bland because of course it was, but you figured some paint, furniture, and decorations could fix it right up. Two windows let natural light inside your bedroom, there was a closet with bi-fold doors, and a mirror.

The mirror caught your attention the most. It was undoubtedly an antique, the glass of the mirror surrounded by a golden border with swirling decals carved into it. It was beautiful and vaguely reminded you of the Evil Queen’s mirror in Snow White. 

“Mom!” You called out, “Come up here!”

You heard footsteps come up the stairs, a disgusted sound when the carpet squished beneath her foot, an angry sigh at the hole in the floor, and a shriek when she found the council of roaches before she finally found your room.

“Couldn’t have told me what room you were in?” She sighed, arms still crossed.

“Sorry.” You said, before quickly changing focus, “check out this mirror.”

Your mother glanced at the mirror briefly, eyebrow raised.

“It’s creepy”

“I think it looks pretty.” You defended.

“Sweetheart, are you sure you don’t wanna get rid of that one and just get a new mirror?” Your mother asked.

“I’m sure.”

She sighed.

“As long as you’re happy, bug.”

You wouldn’t begin to understand the trouble that mirror would get you into until that night.

[wildsupernova]

mistletoe kisses.

prompt #4 on scealaiscoite’s christmas prompts list: “hidden bunches of mistletoe”

summary: it’s christmas time in the city, a time full of holiday cheer and celebrations. when you refuse to do anything about your feeling towards steve, robin comes up with a festive way to pull you two together.

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 2.4k

warnings: no use of y/n, fluff, some language

a/n: hey everyone! my sincerest apologies for my total disappearance from my blog for like 4 months. this semester absolutely kicked my ass and i’ve had no time or motivation to write much of anything, but now that i’m in my last two weeks for the semester i finally have some time and energy. i’ll be posting some small holiday stories likely until the end of december (if i can manage to stay consistent) and hope to get back into the groove of things. i hope you enjoy this little drabble, and thank you for sticking around! expect more in the future (if my brain allows it) —— nova

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December. A month filled with festive decor, frantic holiday shopping, Christmas parties, and the same five holiday songs playing on every store radio. As annoying as it could be, it truly was a time that filled you with excitement and joy, especially now, after you had long since graduated from walking the halls of Hawkins high and moved to the cold and windy downtown of Chicago with your best friends. 

Christmas in Hawkins was definitely something special, but not like it was in the city. Back home, the small downtown squares decorated their exteriors for the holidays, sure, but here, where expensive department stores and extravagant cafes lined the seemingly endless streets that made up downtown Chicago, lights and music and tinsel were almost never out of sight. The lamp posts lining the sidewalk were wound with shimmering red and silver garland, nearly every storefront with a big front window had a Christmas tree on display, and street performers played Christmas carols on every corner. Even the subway cars had been decorated for the occasion, advertisements now covered with pictures of Santa Claus wishing all the riders a happy holiday. There was only one thing that put a damper on your holiday spirit. 

Not having that special someone to celebrate the holidays with. 

You had your friends, sure, but the holidays were supposed to be a time for romance, for spending the day trapped inside of your shitty apartment watching the snow fall with only a thick blanket and a loving body to keep you warm. It had been the subject of your frustration for a good few years now, and even became more frustrating after you finally came to terms with your feelings for a certain Steve Harrington. 

“It’s fine, Robin. The holidays will continue whether I have a boyfriend or not.” You sprayed a bit of perfume into the air in front of you and took a sniff, scrunching up your nose and putting it back on the shelf as the offensive floral odor invaded your nose. 

“But the holidays would be the perfect time to finally tell him how you feel!” You had to swerve the shopping cart around Robin as she stepped in front of you, a pointless effort as she simply ran right back in front of it. 

“He doesn’t like me like that, Robin.”

“You don’t know that! But, if you tell him how in love with him you are-”

“I am not in love with him.”

“Yeah, okay, sure.” You rolled your eyes at Robin’s teasing, threatening to run her foot over with the cart if she didn’t move out of the way. “All I’m saying is that you always complain about how you don’t have a date on Christmas and that now would be the perfect time to get one.”

“Look, Robin, I appreciate your focus on fixing my love life, but I’m fine, really. Let’s just get the rest of this shopping done before it gets too late, I don’t want to try to squeeze through all the late shoppers on the train ride back.” You picked up a box of Christmas ornaments off the shelf, ready to put them in the cart until you saw the price tag. Eyes widening and letting out a soft whistle, you put them back and continued moving down the aisle. 

“Both of you are completely insufferable, you know that? Always complaining to me about this shit and then when I give you an easy solution you just- OH MISTLETOE!” Rushing forwards like a little kid seeing a toy, Robin launched towards a shelf at the end of the aisle, nearly knocking both you and the shopping cart into a shelf full of Christmas lights. She grabbed several bundles from off the shelf and bounced on her toes in front of you, eyes wide and twinkling.

“Robin, we are not getting mistletoe to hang around the apartment.” Her face dropped into a pout and you swore you saw her eyes begin to get watery with tears. 

“Why noooot?” She dragged the last word out like a child, and you found yourself rolling your eyes at her like a scolding parent. 

“Because we don’t need to hang up mistletoe. This isn’t one of those cliche Christmas movies where the couple kisses in the doorway before a fade to black. Now put it back, we still have to find the ornaments.” 

Robin huffed, throwing the bundles back on the shelf. 

“Fine.”

As you turned your head to look at another box of ornaments, you didn’t see Robin take the bundle back off the shelf and hide it underneath the tree skirt with a smile.

Putting up Christmas decorations in you and Robin’s small apartment certainly wasn’t a task you needed more than the two of you for, but when Steve and Eddie offered their help, and Nancy and Jonathan showed up at the door with a warm batch of fresh Christmas cookies, it turned from a two person job to a six person job quickly. The sheer amount of decorations Robin had made you buy certainly made sure there was enough for everyone to do, and before you knew it, the apartment was busy with bodies hanging garland above the door and trying desperately to figure out how to put up the fake Christmas tree. 

Your task of helping Eddie put up the tree had kept most of your attention off of Steve, but the longer it took, and the more whining you heard from Eddie, the more your focus started to drift. He was just barely out of your line of sight, lingering in the corner of your eye as he climbed the small step ladder to start hanging the Christmas garland around the perimeter of the living room. Robin said something to him as she handed him the garland and whatever it was had him tipping his head back with a groan, hair flopping out of place and muscles in his neck straining as he did. He ran a hand down his face and then through his hair, and you nearly groaned when he balled it into a fist at his side, gold watch glistening on his wrist. 

As he reached up to hammer the nail into the wall, you saw the bottom of his tight fitting red sweater lift up past the waistband of his jeans, showing off the toned muscles on the side of his abdomen and just the smallest hint of his Calvin Klein boxers. You sucked in a breath as it kept creeping higher and higher the further up on the wall he tried to reach, and without thinking, your hands completely let go of the part of the tree you were holding. 

Which caused the whole thing to tumble over right on top of Eddie.

A muffled ‘help’ came from underneath the mess of fake pine needles, Eddie’s legs peeking out from underneath in a way that would certainly be comedic if you weren’t absolutely mortified. You were quick to rush to Eddie’s aid, face flushed entirely red with embarrassment, in the hope that you could get him up quick enough that none of the attention would be pulled towards you, but one look to your left showed you that all eyes were already on you. Steve's face looked more worried than anything, but Robin was behind him holding in a laugh, and you had to send a glare her way to get her not to say anything. 

Setting the tree back in its place and reaching down to help Eddie up, he mumbled under his breath, crossing his arms and glaring at you in annoyance. 

“Never asking you for help again, not until you can learn to stop staring at St-” 

“I should go get the ornaments now that the tree is set up!” You cut him off loudly, much to his dismay, watching as Robin kept trying to hold in her laugh from over Steve’s shoulder. Shooting her a sharp glare, you jabbed Eddie in the ribs when he tried to make another comment. “Robin, why don’t you come help me grab them from the closet?”

“Hmm, I don’t think I’ll be able to reach them. Maybe Steve should go help?” The Cheshire grin on Robin’s face paired well with the way she patted Steve on the back and nudged him forward, Steve’s eyes going wide and his cheeks quickly going red. 

“Uh, y-yeah, I can help, if you need me to.” He shoved his hands in his pockets, giving Robin a glare as she pushed him forwards again. 

“I could use the help, sure.” You gave him a smile, which he returned, and started heading down the hallway, throwing one last look to Robin over your shoulder. 

Digging through your bedroom closet, you tried to find the bags of Christmas decorations you had put there only a few days before, coming up empty handed after throwing nearly everything in it to the side.

“I swear, I just put it in here two days ago.”

“Maybe you put it on the top shelf by accident?”

“I doubt it, I can’t even reach up there.”

“I’ll look anyway, maybe Eddie moved it when he got the tree down-” Steve cut himself off abruptly, clearing his throat mid reach up to the top shelf of your closet. You threw a few more things to the side, not yet looking up. 

“What? Did you find it?” When you did finally look up, you saw Steve’s gaze trained on the top of the closet door frame, hands still reaching to grab the bag of Christmas ornaments you could see sitting on the top shelf. You pulled your eyes away from where his sweater was riding up again and instead followed his line of sight, eyes widening and face going even redder than before when you saw exactly what it was that had stopped Steve in his tracks. 

A small bundle of mistletoe, hidden just behind the door frame and hanging right above the bag of Christmas ornaments. 

“Oh.” Steve swallowed thickly when you spoke and he finally let himself move, grabbing the bag full of ornament boxes and handing it to you softly. “I told Robin not to buy that, she must have hung that up there to be…funny, or something.” You grabbed one of the boxes still inside the bag, the plastic crinkling as you gripped it tight. Steve’s hands remained hovering in the air after you took the bag from his grip, eyes soft as they looked down at you over his nose. 

“Yeah, sounds like Robin.” The air grew thick as you looked at him, clearing your throat to try and cut through the tension the best you could. You let out a dry laugh, turning away from him and starting to travel towards the door.

“Well, got the ornaments, we should probably get back out there-” You were cut off when Steve’s hand wrapped around your wrist to stop you, pulling you back just a few inches. 

“Wait.” You turned to face him again, the redness in his cheeks and ears not going unnoticed. “Can’t break tradition.”

“What do you mean?” He let out a low chuckle and flashed you a smile. 

“Come on, I know you know what I’m talking about.” When you didn’t respond, he pulled you closer, the bag of ornaments softly falling to the floor as you let go of the handle in surprise.

“I can assure you that I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You kept playing dumb, hoping it would let you talk your way out of the situation, but Steve’s grin only grew wider. 

“You know what happens when two people walk under the mistletoe.”

“Do I?” Steve took another step towards you and you could feel your heart skip a beat, his body so close that his own heat radiated onto you. 

“Yeah. Yeah, I think you do.” He was slow as he brought his hand up to the side of your face, gently tilting your head up towards him as he leaned down to meet you somewhere in the middle. You could smell the expensive cologne on his skin as he moved down closer and closer, your eyes darting across his face when you became unsure where to look. It felt like hours before your lips finally connected, slotting between each other like perfectly matching puzzle pieces. 

Your heart was beating out of your chest, so loud in your own ears that you weren’t sure Steve couldn’t hear it himself, but the way his hand had started to tangle in your hair pulled all of your focus entirely to him. Standing up on your toes to reach him, you let your hands fall naturally against his chest, fists tightly gripping on to his sweater for balance. The kiss was soft and slow, as if he were testing the waters, but when you finally had enough sense to kiss him back, it changed into something different. Butterflies swam in your stomach when his other hand came up to hold the other side of your face, and he let out a groan when you melted into him with your arms draped over his shoulders. 

The kiss lasted until neither of you could breathe, Steve chasing your lips as you lowered back down on your heels and pulled away. It was silent in the room for another minute, the only sounds that of the reverberating conversation down the hall and the shared rhythm of you and Steve catching your breaths. 

“Merry Christmas.” Steve was first to speak, words breathy and hands still holding the side of your face. 

“Merry Christmas.” Your hands traveled to the front of his sweater in an effort to fix where your hands had left it wrinkled, his own thumbs softly running along your flushed cheeks. You leaned up to meet him in another kiss, but just as your lips were about to touch, Robin’s voice echoed loudly from down the hall. 

“Did you find it yet?” You both stopped your movements with a laugh, pressing your forehead to his before finally taking a step apart. Picking up the bag of ornaments, you took one more glance at the mistletoe hanging in the closet, laughing under your breath. 

“Yeah. Yeah, we found it.”

[kirlicues]

Spanish-Style Mansion | Sims 2 Lot Download

This stunning Spanish-style mansion is the perfect multi-generational home for your sims that crave that sea-side lifestyle.

Take in the sunshine from the balcony, or pool, and enjoy curling up with a good book in any of the luxurious living-spaces.

It features 3 bedrooms and 4 bathrooms, but the upstairs library could easily be combined with the sitting room downstairs and be turned into a 4th bedroom.

Isn’t this secluded balcony so pretty? It’s perfect for taking in seaside views, or relaxing after a busy day of work.

Here’s a view of the back of the home, surrounded by a privacy fence. You can also see hints of the flower gardens here. 

To the side of the house is a pool and outdoor dining area.

This home was built with the goal of enjoying the fresh air and beauty of nature as much as possible!

Here’s a close-up of the dining area. I can just imagine peaceful dinners out here at sunset. Sky-boxes and skylines really add to the ambience of the game. I use skies from iCad, and skylines from GreatCheeseCakePersona.

Are you ready to go inside? I’ve done some light decorating throughout, but kept it somewhat generic to allow you to customize it to your sim families tastes.

Here’s a top-down look at the floor-plan for the first and second floors. The arched “bell-tower” is directly above the Master Bathroom. It is not accessible, unless you want to do some remodeling.

The first floor (clockwise from left): Family room, Sitting room, Music room, Formal Dining Room, Kitchen, Laundry Room, Bathroom, and Garage.

The second floor (clockwise from left): Master Bedroom (option 2), Library/Study, Master Bathroom, Master Bedroom (option 1), Main Bathroom, Kid’s Bathroom, Kid’s Bedroom, and the Balcony patio.

I’ve put the download link at the bottom of this post, so if you don’t care to take a tour of the inside, please scroll to the bottom of this post. 😅

Main entryway:

Dining room:

Kitchen:

Living room:

Downstairs sitting room:

Music room:

Heading upstairs,

This home can easily work for a multi-generational family. 

Here’s Master bedroom (option 1):

And at the other end of the house:

Master bedroom (option 2):

It opens out onto the balcony: You’ll have to pardon the lighting a bit here. I love my lighting mod, but there are a few lines near the roof... And then there’s the issue with one of the flower pots (but the wall-placement lighting is 100% EA’s problem).

Kids bedroom:

Library/Study:

My favorite part of this home is the warm lighting that makes everything glow and feel homey. ❤ I hope you enjoyed the tour!

Spanish-Style Mansion MF | SFS

All EPs and SPs are required.

I’ve run this home through the Lot Compressor and the Lot Cleaner so any random references to sims that aren’t there should be removed. I also added a shiny custom thumbnail so it has even more curb appeal in your Lots and Houses bin! 🌟

*I highly recommend that you have the PerfectPlants mod from TwoJeffs*This home has only 3 pieces of CC, which you may already have in your game. These can easily be replaced or omitted if you don’t want them though.

CC List (Included): -Maxis Match Wall Cabinets by CTNutmegger at ModtheSims -Decorative Egg Topiary from the original Sims 2 Site -Functional Washer and Dryer by mustluvcats at ModtheSims

CC recommendations (not included): If you want to have your chimneys match the exterior walls like I show in these pictures, I also recommend you download the Maxis Match Southwestern Style Stucco Chimney recolors by Kimsie at ModtheSims

I ALWAYS recommend using the Sims 2 Clean Pack installer to install lot files.

[prttygirlposts]

mapping out malfoy manor while reviewing the Malfoy legacy !!

front exterior

Fun fact! The iconic shots of Malfoy Manor from the Deathly Hallow movies were actually shots of the real Hardwick Hall in Chesterfield, England. While this could not be the real home of the Malfoys, that is due to location rather than sociability.

Considering the Malfoys were still fraternizing with Muggles during the Elizabethan era (Lucius Malfoy the First was even a suitor for Queen Elizabeth the First) and that Hardwick Hall is an Elizabethan manor, the Malfoys could've bought it out. However; this isn't the case because their land is found in Wiltshire, England.

Since Hardwick Hall is the official shot of the home's exterior, I'll be using it here. Hardwick Hall is most well known for its extravagant windows. Similarly, Malfoy Manor also has these windows.

The fourth picture I have provided is not an overview of Hardwick Hall. It is actually a rendering of the description from the Deathly Hallows book: "They turned right, into a wide driveway that led off the lane. The high hedge curved with them, running off into the distance beyond the pair of impressive wrought-iron gates barring the men's way... the source of the noise proved to be nothing more than a pure-white peacock, stirring majestically along the top of the hedge."

This actually brings me to my little Malfoy theory about the peacocks. In the Goblet of Fire, during the Quidditch World Cup, the golden trio spots a tent with seven albino peacocks milling about: "Halfway up the field stood an extravagant confection of striped silk like a miniature palace, with several live peacocks tethered at the entrance." This is so clearly a Malfoy Easter egg to me, and no one talks about it. My theory is that the peacocks represent extravagance, their albino condition represents purity, and there being seven peacocks (that's an assumption on my part) is supposed to bring good fortune. Hence them being at the Cup, because Lucius was probably betting on the game.

the entrance hallway

The entrance hallway to Malfoy Manor is described in Deathly Hallows for a brief moment: "The hallway was large, dimly lit and sumptuously decorated, with a magnificent carpet covering most of the stone floor. The eyes of the pale-faced portraits on the walls followed Snape and Yaxley as they strode past. The two men halted at a heavy wooden door leading into the next room, hesitated for the space of a heartbeat, then Snape turned the bronze handle."

I actually want to take this section as an opportunity to discuss the Malfoy lineage. Mainly because this is where we see the portraits of former family members and because I imagine the decorations are actually family possessions (I think this since Lucius hid his personal artifacts in the cellar.)

I am going to go chronologically about every Malfoy we know about prior to Lucius, Narcissa, and Draco.

Armand Malfoy - He brought the Malfoy family to England in the 11th century. He came from France as a soldier in the Norman Conquests. He rose to wealth through his connections to King William the first. Armand actually did magical, shady jobs for the king. He stole the Wiltshire property that would expand into Malfoy Manor.

Nicholas Malfoy - He lived in the fourteenth century and he knocked off his muggle adversaries under the guise of the black plague. While it's implied Armand was a murderous Malfoy (with him being apart of the Norman Conquest, him doing "shady" jobs for King William, and him stealing muggle land) Nicholas is the first recorded murderous Malfoy.

Lucius Malfoy the First - He was a possible suitor for Queen Elizabeth the First. He was rumored to have jinxed her when he wasn't chosen.

Brutus Malfoy - He was an editor in the 17th century, anti-muggle periodical "Wizards at War." In the spin off book The Tales of Beedle the Bard, we actually get to see one of his pieces. He wrote, "This we may state with certainty; any wizard who shows fondness for the society of Muggles is of low intelligence, with magic so feeble and pitiful that he can only feel himself superior is surrounded by Muggle pigmen."

Septimus Malfoy - He used the Minister of Magic, Unctuous Osbert as a political pupper in the late 18th century. That relationship mimics the one Lucius and Cornelius Fudge would have many years later.

Abraxas Malfoy - Outside of the family we meet in the books, Abraxas is Malfoy we know the most about. He was Lucius Malfoy the Second's father. According to Draco in the Half-Blood Prince, he was in the slug club ( DM: "Sir, I think you knew my grandfather, Abraxas Malfoy?" HS:  "Yes. I was sorry to hear he had died, although of course it wasn't unexpected, dragon pox at his age...") We also know that he lived a fairly long life and he died of dragon pox. Most criminally, Abraxas was known for being involved in forcing the first muggle-born Magical Minister to step down early.

You might've noticed there aren't any Malfoy women mentioned. It's a shame that they don't have any descriptions. Though, with the amount of portraits mentioned, it's likely their paintings are present in the Malfoy household.

the drawing room

In Deathly Hallows there's two descriptions of the drawing room- one from the meeting where Professor Burbage is murdered and one where Harry is kidnapped by the snatchers. They go as follows:

"The drawing room was full of silent people, sitting at a long and ornate table...Illumination came from a roasting fire beneath a handsome marble mantelpiece surmounted by a gilded mirror."

"The drawing room dazzled... Harry could make out the wide proportions of the room. A crystal chandelier hung from the ceilings, more portraits against purple walls."

This brings me to the green ick I have. Everything with the Malfoys is dark green in fan media. Please guys they had a drawing room with purple walls. Also, I think it's interesting that purple was chosen. Purple is the color of royalty, so of course the Malfoys have it in their home.

Then there's this mirror. It's brought up multiple times, which leads me to think it's pretty damn noticeable. Almost like a centerpiece. Knowing the Malfoys and Lucius's interest in dark artifacts, I believe this mirror to be a magical heirloom. Mirrors are actually spiritual veils in traditional witchcraft, and in HP we see mirrors/glass be used as magical tools twice. Once with the Mirror of Erised and again with the glass the Marauders used as a communication device. It's just a headcanon, take it or leave it.

There's also a description of the marble fireplace under that mirror. When the death eaters aren't meeting, there are chairs set next to it. Apparently it's big enough to illuminate the entire drawing room when lit. Actually, it's big enough for Lucius to be stupefied into the hearth. This leads me to believe the drawing room used to be a lot cozier. Which makes sense, considering how much schmoozing this family does. A drawing room is where you entertain guests, and if you want the Minister to be in your pocket you want the drawing room to be comfortable. In conclusion, this drawing room was nice before Voldemort over took it.

Finally, I included a picture of a pine organ because I swear I read something about one being featured in the drawing room. I can't find it, but I know I saw someone say that. I'm still including it, because it makes perfect sense to me. Like yeah, these people have a pine wood, pipe organ.

Narcissa's bedroom

These three bedrooms are a complete, self-indulgent headcanon intermission, but I will include fun facts about the characters.

Narcissa- the queen- is up first. I do think Lucius and Narcissa have their own rooms. I mean they were an arranged marriage, neither of them slept well (due to the first war), and they seem like two people who need their space.

Narcissa's room would be a cross between who she was as the youngest Black sister (star themes, moody lights, and fancy mirrors) and who she is now as the Malfoy queen (feminine colors, indulgent decorations, and luxurious furniture.)

I do think the Malfoys are a mirror to the Blacks. They are both extremely powerful families, but they go about it differently. The Black family is strict- hardened by centuries of discipline. Every action must align with their motto, "always pure." Meanwhile, the Malfoy family motto is, "purity will always conquer." Malfoy's are less strict because they have the mindset that they'll come out on top no matter what. Narcissa is brought to a strange intersection: continue to survive or begin to live. You can see that in her bedroom.

The room is always filled with flowers/candy because Lucius's love language is gift giving.

She keeps Draco's baby pictures in golden, floral frames on her vanity. It embarreses him terribly.

She has a piano in her room. The pine organ in the drawing room is actually for her. She's a very skilled musician and loves to play.

Sirius took the enchanted, communication mirror idea from his cousins. It makes sense the Black Sisters would find a way to speak to one another when Bella went to Hogwarts. Narcissa has a compact mirror (with a narcissus flower on it) that used to be a communication device. She keeps it in her nightstand drawers. On harsh days, she opens it and hopes she'll catch a glance of Andromeda.

Lucius's bedroom

I'll save my Lucius/bird metaphor ramble for another post, but his room is filled with bird motifs.

His room is surprisingly simple compared to the rest of the Manor. He has a smaller bed, coffee mugs/shot glasses laying about, and books falling off their shelves.

Part of it is rebellion and another part of it is entitlement. His room is simple as a stark rebellion against his forefathers. He's not brave enough to give up all his riches, but those riches bar him from individuality. Lucius will never be his own person: just another blonde snake. So, his room abstains from the typical Malfoy luxury. Then, it's always a wreck because he assumes someone will clean up behind him (poor Dobby).

Contrary to popular belief, I do think Lucius was a loving father. He definitely wasn't a perfect father, but he did love Draco. So, I think his room is filled with presents from Draco and pictures of him.

He's also the type of parent who keeps all of Draco's achievements in files. Best junior seeker certificate from summer camp? Yeah he's got it on standby.

His windows are open- no matter the weather. Closed windows make him feel claustrophobic. He only closes the windows when he sleeps.

He also closes the curtains when he sleeps. He's a bit paranoid. He's got a lot of enemies.

Boring ministry paperwork is everywhere. Not only do his superiors pay him to commit shady crimes, they also pay him to do their paperwork. He hates it. He'd rather be black mailing a political figure.

Draco's bedroom

Draco's bedroom has really cool dragon wallpaper. Get it? Draco is latin for dragon (under-rated symbol for him).

I do think his favorite color is green. His room is covered in dark greens. He thinks it makes him look more refined.

That's also why there are no posters on his wall. He used to have quidditch posters all over his room, but Pansy made fun of them. Now, if he puts something on his walls, it's displayed on a shelf or it's framed. It's also always something he can brag about too- like a trophy or signed quaffle.

Malfoy Manor is the hangout house, so Draco keeps food in his room. There's a bowl of apples on his dresser, a jar of sweets on his nightstand, and an enchanted cabinet that acts as a mini fridge for butterbeer. All of this storage becomes handy when the death eaters take over the manor. He doesn't have to leave his room as much.

Additionally there is a bathroom connected to his room.

You're telling me this rich kid came out this dramatically and doesn't have a balcony to sit at? You're wrong. The balcony is also where he and Pansy gossip. Many rumors were planned up there.

SImilar to Narcissa, his room is also filled with presents. His lean more towards clothes and colognes though. Lucius just loves buying stuff.

I want to emphasize how spoiled he is, so Draco has a fireplace. However; he didn't originally have a fireplace. He wanted one when he was twelve. He mentioned it during winter break. By summer break, there was a fully functional fireplace in his bedroom. He adored it, by the way.

the gardens

Alright, headcanons are over. Kinda? We know there is a large garden surrounding Malfoy Manor, but we don't know a lot about its contents.

We can assume this is where the peacocks reside. There is probably a small barn/coop for them.

To go into full imagination territory, I also think there are more birds in this garden. I mean beautiful quails and swans- just to exaggerate their wealth.

I am going to say there is a small apple orchard in the gardens. I mean Draco always has one in the films, so I'm guessing they have some significance to the family. Maybe a fruit of knowledge situation? Regardless, I think Draco always has a full supply, because he gets sent apples from the garden.

The Malfoys clearly have a thing for collecting artifacts. I don't think the garden is excluded from that. Perhaps a lot of statues of former Malfoys (particularly the women/children, which I'll explain in a later post).

This is a headcanon I will not budge on. The Malfoys have a family cemetery deep in the garden. I mean it's a while away, and it's hidden. It is a very off-putting place and a breeding ground for dark magic.

Okay, time for my favorite fun fact. Are you ready? There was going to be a scene of Draco and Theodore Nott talking in the Malfoy gardens, but it got cut.

This is from a post on JK's old website (It's okay! She can't hurt you on this blog! It's just a source!): "However, in this scene Theodore's father (the same Nott who was badly injured in the closing chapters of 'Order of the Phoenix') goes to visit Lucius Malfoy to discuss Voldemort-related business and we see Draco and Theodore alone in the garden having a talk of their own. I really liked the scene, firstly because it showed the Malfoys' home, and the difference between the place where Draco has grown up and number four, Privet Drive; then because we rarely see Draco talking to anybody he considers a real equal, and he is forced to see Theodore as such, because Theodore is just as pure-blooded as he is, and somewhat cleverer. Together these two Death Eaters' sons discuss Dumbledore's regime at Hogwarts and Harry Potter, with all sorts of stories that the Death Eaters tell about how this baby boy survived the Dark Lord's attack."

That is really interesting to me. There's just this whole other side of the story that happened, but we don't get to witness it. I might write it out one day.

This took forever to make. If you read all the way through, thank you. I did cut a few rooms, so I might make a part two. I was just ready to get this out into the world. Please, please reblog/comment your thoughts or headcanons. This is my favorite topic in the whole world. I am so interested in the Malfoys. Thank you again for reading!!

[levisfavoriteteashop]

HOLIDAYS WARMTH

summary: you meet levi's family for the first time during the holidays

content: husband!levi x female!reader, fluff, the ackermans being a happy family, modern au

note: sorry this is a bit rushed i hadn't enough time to write something very elaborate

word count: 1.2k

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“Are you sure they’re going to like me?” 

“Yes, dummy. They’ll like you.”

A happy christmas song was playing on the radio, resonating in the car��s stereo as the vehicle was speeding down the snowy highway. You were leaning against the window on the passenger’s side of the car, watching as the snowflakes flew in the air. The driver’s seat was occupied by your new husband, Levi. He was busy driving the car for the past hour, and reassuring you about your first meeting with your in-laws, a subject that made you anxious ever since Levi announced that you’d be spending christmas with his family. 

“But what if they don’t..?”

“Darling…” Levi detached his eyes from the road to look at you warmly. He reached to take your hand in his, keeping the other on the steering wheel. 

“Listen. My family will love you. Just like I love you” 

You rolled your eyes playfully, smiling and squeezing his hand. “Aw Levi, that means nothing, you’re saying that to comfort me. 

“Well is it working?” he grinned at you.

“Maybe it is” 

The car drove into town, as the two of you were getting closer to Levi’s childhood home. You were being quiet, calming your nerves. This was it, your first meeting with Levi’s parents. Levi became your husband a few months ago, and despite the fact that the two of you dated for a while before getting engaged, you never met Levi’s family. Levi grew up on the opposite side of the country, and he only met you because he had decided to move into your hometown, where the two of you went to college. 

For that reason, you only talked to your in-laws during video calls, but never in person. However, you wanted for it to change, and so when your husband proposed to spend your first holidays as a married couple with his mother, uncle and brother, you immediately agreed, despite the fact that this was making you nervous. Terribly nervous.

You got pulled out of your thoughts when your husband parked the car in the driveway leading to his house. It was a nice, two-story suburban house. Totally a place you expected Levi to have grown up in. Your man got out of the car and opened the passenger’s door for you, taking your hand. 

“Are you ready, love?”

“I…think I am.” you said, exiting the car. Your husband flashed a smile in your direction and went to pick up the different bags from the trunk. You took the moment to observe the house and to calm your nerves. It’ll be fine. 

You took Levi by the arm as the two of you walked onto the porch, knocking on the front door. You felt your husband squeezing your hand, a silent gesture of reassurance. Soon enough, the door was being opened by a beautiful woman. Levi’s mom, Kuchel.

She was a pretty woman with long, raven black hair and dull grey eyes, just like your husband’s. She wore a warm expression on her face, delighted to see her son and his new wife. 

“Hi mom,” Levi said with a soft smile. Kuchel smiled right back at him, bringing him into a quick and tight hug. You smiled at the sight, standing next to them. As soon as his mother released him, she turned to you.

“Hello! Welcome my dear, I am glad to finally meet you” her warm smile reassured you. 

“Hello, Mrs. Ackerman.”

“Oh please," the woman chuckled, “call me Kuchel. Please come in, it’s freezing outside.”

The two of you followed Kuchel inside the house, leaving your coats and bags in the entryway. The interior of the house was just as beautiful as the exterior: it was warm and cosy, decorated with different portraits and christmas ornaments. There were plenty of family’s photos, and you smiled at a picture of Levi during his childhood. Even as a little boy, he had that familiar grumpy look that you knew all too well. 

As soon as you stepped into the living room, you were met with the rest of the family: his uncle, Kenny, and his younger brother Furlan. You nervously followed your husband to meet the two of them. 

“Oh Levi, is that your beautiful wife with you?” Kenny asked with a grin, shaking Levi’s hand before smiling at you. “I’m Kenny, this brat’s uncle. Nice to finally meet you.” 

“Likewise! Levi told me a lot about you.”

“Oh he did, did he? I hope he told you the good stuff, eh Levi?” the man chuckled, flashing a teasing look toward his nephew. Your husband simply rolled his eyes playfully, ignoring the remark. 

Very quickly, you familiarised with his younger brother Furlan, who looked a lot like his brother. The four of you were comfortably installed in the living room, in front of the warm fireplace. Levi was sitting on the couch, one arm around your shoulders and Kuchel on the other side, while the two other men were comfortably propped in armchairs. The ambiance was merry and cosy, and you were slowly getting more confident and comfortable with the Ackerman family. The evening was passing by quickly, as you all ate dinner and talked, laughter and joy filling the house. You had to admit, you had grown fond of them very quickly. Your husband, throughout the evening, watched as you smiled and laughed with his family, and the simple sight of you all getting along warmed his heart.

“Oh, y/n, dear, I forgot. I had something for you.” you tilted your head, curious, as Levi's mother said those words to you, You watched her stand up from the couch and reach for a package under the christmas tree.

“For me?” you asked, your voice full of intrigue. You noticed that your husband exchanged a grin with his brother, which left you a bit confused. 

You smiled at Kuchel as she walked toward you, handing you a beautifully wrapped package. You looked up at her as she signed for you to open it. You proceeded with a little smile.

Your eyes widened as you carefully unwrapped the present. You were holding in your hands a red knitted sweater. It was big, warm and detailed. Not only dated, but your name was stitched on the front of the sweater. You looked up and saw your mother-in-law smiling at you warmly. 

“Oh dear, don’t look so surprised. I have a tradition to make these sweaters for each member of the Ackerman family, every year. And you, my dear, are a part of the family now.”

You were speechless, looking at the sweater in awe. It was beautiful, and you couldn’t believe that your mother-in-law welcomed you so warmly into the family. You turned to Levi, who was watching your reaction. He chuckled at the look on your face and leaned in to place a quick peck on your forehead.

“Aw, love…Do you like it?” 

“Like? I love it! Thank you, Kuchel…thank you everyone…” you said softly, the corners of your mouth turned up in a smile. Kuchel quickly leaned in to embrace you in a hug. 

“You’re welcome, dear. We are all happy to see you join our family in such a way.”

You were overwhelmed with all the love you were receiving. You came here dreading this encounter, fearing that the family wouldn’t approve of you. What a wonderful way to show you that you were wrong. In that moment, you knew you belonged. Not only as Levi’s wife, but you also had your place in the Ackerman’s family, and that was undeniably one of the best christmas presents you could receive.

[earlysunshines]

lip to lip

chou tzuyu x fem!reader ; fluff

synopsis: after studying for a while you deserve a reward, no?

wc: 2.6k

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a/n: my baby my baby

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tzuyu’s hand is twined with yours as you reach your house.

your girlfriend stares at the house in front of her, and an unexpected nervousness creeps over you. this is the first time tzuyu had ever been to your house, despite being with her for two months now, and you’re feeling a little insecure thinking about your average looking house compared to tzuyu’s

tzuyu gazes at your house, awe etching into her features as she looks at the vast variety of plants that decorate the exterior; the plants are beautiful and bright in the afternoon glow that emphasizes the green of their leaves. another feature that tzuyu notices is the dark blue bike locked up near the door, just against the wooden exterior—she guesses that it’s the same bike you had rode to her house to give her pastries a month ago.

your house fits the neighborhood well—it's comforting and quiet. it really seems like a home.

“it’s um, it’s not much probably, compared to your place…” you mumble timidly as you look at her, fiddling with the keys in your pocket.

“no,” tzuyu starts, “it’s beautiful. your house is really pretty.” she assures. you feel her thumb rub your hand softly and it makes you smile, easing your worries.

you take out the keys in your pocket and it creates a jingle noise from the contact of your keychains clattering with your house keys. the keys in your hand unlock the front door, then the two of you walk in, taking off your shoes and putting them on the wooden shoe rack inside.

compared to tzuyu’s large, eye-catching home, your place was a bit smaller. it was a two-floor house that had two bathrooms—one small and one larger with a shower and bathtub. it also included two bedrooms and one was bigger, your grandparents shared that room. the first floor also had a simple living room in the same area as the kitchen and small dining table. it was well-fitting for the three of you, and that cat that occasionally visited.

tzuyu examines the living room, it’s the first room she sees when she enters the house and it’s very cozy. the flatscreen tv is pretty mediocre in size, not too big and bulky, but not too small, and there’s a small coffee table and a soft looking brown couch behind it as well. one thing that stands out to tzuyu in the living room are small portraits of you; ranging from baby you to secondary school pictures of you posing with a swim trophy. you were adorable, you still are.

your cheeks flush when you catch what she’s eyeing, and you’re quick to direct her attention to something else.

“um, let’s go upstairs, my uh, my room is there.”

“you were cute as a kid.” tzuyu laughs, exchanging glances between the picture of you from middle school to the rose tinted face in front of her. you laugh and shake your head,

“i was silly looking.” you sigh.

“you’re still silly looking.” tzuyu teases, “and cute.”

you roll your eyes and pull at her hand, leading her upstairs and to your room.

when tzuyu enters your room, she’s hit with the scent of vanilla and almonds coming from a diffuser; the room smells just like you. the room is organized and clean for the most part, with the exception of the pens that are messily spilled over your desk and the misplaced pillow on our bed—which she doesn’t mind or really care about at all.

there are also a couple of posters on your wall, some have a band or artist on it, and some are just pleasing artworks from a variety of magazines. it really reflects your interests and personalities. tzuyu finds it endearing.

you set your bag down next to your bed and pull out a chair for tzuyu, motioning for her to sit.

“here. i need to get a seat so we can study together, be right back.” you say with a smile before walking out the bedroom.

tzuyu takes this time to analyze the small trinkets on your desk: there’s some small plastic toys from old animated tv shows and movies on your desk, they’re all the size of a finger nail and lined up for display. stick notes also occupy your desk with little notes to yourself, ranging from simple reminders to broken sentences with no context—tzuyu assumes that you had started writing something and got distracted in the process.

“hi, i’m back.” you beam as you hold a stool in your hands and set it down next to your desk.

“is that comfortable for you?” tzuyu questions, looking at how it lacks support for your back.

you nod and respond, “yeah, not a problem.” as you pull out the books and notes from your school bag, setting them on your desk. before you start working, there’s a sudden discomfort from the bulky uniform you wear.

“i think i’m going to change,” you begin, “would you like to uh, would you like one of my shirts or hoodies? the uniforms are annoying to wear outside of school.” and your face flushes from your own suggestion.

the blush on your cheeks is contagious and spreads to tzuyu’s, who nods shyly at your offering.

you smile and walk over to your closet, pulling out the first two shirts you see and holding them up beside you.

“which one do you want? i have more options and you’re welcome to, y’know, browse through my closet if you want something else…” you trail off, and tzuyu giggles at the two short sleeved shirts you hold onto.

one of them has some sort of tamagotchi character on it, and the color of the shirt itself is an orangish-yellow shade. the other shirt is a dark green color, almost sage green, but a little more unsaturated and forest like. it has three fruits lined up in a horizontal row: a banana, a strawberry, and an orange, which each have a small little doodled face on them. tzuyu thinks both options are cute, childish, and comfy looking.

“i’m fine with either.” tzuyu shrugs, unable to decide.

“well,” you look at the two shirts carefully, even furrowing your brows as you examine them for whatever reason. you put one of the shirts down, now you hold up the dark green shirt and have the yellow one bunched up in your hand. “i think you’d look lovely in this one.” you admit while handing tzuyu the shirt with fruits on it.

tzuyu giggles at your remark and nods. “if you think that then i’ll wear it.”

“i think you’d look good in anything of mine, to be honest.”

you earn an eye roll and a laugh from that comment, warms your heart.

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the two of you end up studying for an hour and a half.

during those ninety minutes, there’s a lot of groans coming from you as you struggle with the vocabulary of your language class, and tzuyu seems to huff here and there when dealing with math. it has you snickering at each other in between note taking and scribbling equations, which eases the frustration that started to build up in the both of you.

there’s a moment where tzuyu is completely locked in. her brows are furrowed and she’s biting her lip slightly as she writes. she uses the pencil in her hand to jot down a flow of numbers, dashes, signs, and whatever else that you don’t really want to analyze or think of at the moment because math is not your strong suit.

she’s in your yellow shirt that was given to you last christmas, which sits a little loose on her body since it’s oversized on you yourself, and you have a larger, taller frame compared to your girlfriend. you notice that some strands of her hair fall out of her ponytail, and the color of her brown hair is much more prominent under the glow of the light, yellow rays coming from the desk lamp. her face also seems to shine from the light of the desk lamp, and it highlights the soft slope of her nose, as well the pink of her lips. her lips look so soft, so kissable.

tzuyu looks adorable like that.

“is there something on my face?” tzuyu asks, snapping you out of your trance.

you realize that you had been staring. your chin was rested on your knuckles and your face was basically being held up by your arm on the desk.

you gape at her a little more, bolder and with intent now. “you’re pretty.”

tzuyu feels flustered under your gaze, despite you looking a little ridiculous as well as unserious in that adorable childish t-shirt.

she’s only able to laugh at your comment, and it reveals your favorite dimples. she shakes her head and shifts her look back to the paper in front of her, fiddling with her pencil as the smile on your lips grows.

“are you finished with your homework?” you question as you put an arm up in the air, stretching.

“i just have this one question, why?”

“my grandparents are back in-” you check the time on your phone, “-less than an hour, we could do something? watch a movie or just relax, if you’d like.”

tzuyu smiles and sets her pencil down, then moves over quickly to peck your lips.

“i’d love that.” she says, “let me finish this, i’ll be quick.”

you nod with a big grin spread across your face.

as tzuyu finishes up the problem, you put your notebook and folder into your schoolbag, then hang the backpack on the hook that’s stuck on your wall. when you’re back at your desk with tzuyu, you lay your chin on her shoulder and the faint scent of her rosy perfume is noticeable. it smells wonderful.

tzuyu puts her pencil down a minute later, turning her head and placing a shy peck on your forehead.

“done.”

“yay.” you mumble quietly as you pull away from her shoulder. your girlfriend laughs at your response and smiles sweetly.

something in the air shifts and one glance at tzuyu has you feeling a bit more needy, a bit hungry almost. her lips acquire your attention and you’re blatantly staring at them—which has tzuyu turning her head in confusion.

“is there something on my-“

“you look really, really good.” you almost breathe out, looking back at her in the eye. tzuyu raises her brows in surprise and she’s flustered (again) to say the least.

you look at her lips again, then her eyes, then back to her lips. your eyes linger on the inviting feature.

“can i kiss you?” you ask, making eye contact with her again. tzuyu nods with a glow of red on her cheeks.

you smile and cup her cheek, leaning closer and pressing a soft, tender kiss on her lips.

tzuyu hums in satisfaction as you deepen the kiss. your head turns for better access and your lips connect for longer periods of time, both pairs not wanting to part, as if they were magnets with opposite forces.

you two kiss a little longer, it’s not rushed and instead it’s soft, sweet, and passionate.

your girlfriend pulls away for a brief moment and her lips brush against yours, still lingering.

“can we move to your bed?” she asks, breath warm against you.

“yeah,” you respond.

the two of you get up, still close together. your lips meet again as you stand up and blindly move towards your full-sized bed. when your calf hits the mattress you sit down slowly, tzuyu leaning down a bit to keep her lips on yours.

you part for a brief moment and tzuyu whines in response—it makes you laugh.

“do you want to sit on my lap?” you suggest, “i think it’d be more comfortable.”

your proposal catches her off guard, makes her whole body burn and pupils dilate. tzuyu hesitates before climbing onto your lap, settling herself gently as you place your hands on her hips—her brain stops working for a second.

the two of you smile, faces inches apart as you study each other’s features. tzuyu notices that your lips are a darker in color now and just barely puffy from how she had been kissing them. your pupils are wide, practically taking over your whole eye as you stare at her with a deep longing.

your girlfriend cups your burning cheek and rubs it with her thumb softly before sliding her arms around your neck.

“you’re so cute, y/n.” she mumbles against your lips before kissing you again, almost stealing the oxygen from your lungs.

her lips melt into yours as they make contact again, and your hand subconsciously moves to the edge of your shirt that she wore, moving it up slightly and slipping your fingers under the cotton material to brush your fingertips against her skin.

the feel of your cold fingers on her soft, delicate skin sends shivers down her spine, making her groan softly into your mouth. her lips part slightly, which gives you the opportunity to slide your tongue against her lip. she gives you access by opening her mouth a little more, letting you explore the new territory with your tongue. your tongues swirl against each other which earns small hums of delight as well as breathy noises from the two of you.

you’ve kissed tzuyu multiple times: on the cheek before classes, pecks in a more private setting, and on her hand as you walked her back home—but never like this.

the intimacy of kissing this much and for this long was new to the two of you. the pace of which you made out had increased as the two of you adapted to the overwhelming feeling of nervousness and added pleasure, it was new and the two of you grew fond of it quickly with each second that passed by.

the pace slows down as you slip your tongue back out, kissing her slowly on the lips again. you slide your hands back down to hold her gently by the waist and make the move to stand up, which has tzuyu wrapping her legs around your own waist.

you continue to kiss her even as you stand, turn around, and set her down—only parting when she’s fully set on your bed so you can look at her flushed cheeks and darkened pupils.

“i really like kissing you, tzuyu. it’s really nice.” you say breathlessly.

tzuyu laughs lightly at your adorable words. “i like it too.” she responds, sliding her hand through your hair and to the back of your neck. she rubs against the nape of your neck lightly and twists some of your hair around her finger before smiling again. “let’s do this more often.”

“yeah.” you say, laughing lightly before meeting her delicate lips again.

tzuyu smiles into the kiss, so do you, and it goes on again for a while—just you and tzuyu kissing and savoring each other with a new feeling that flows through your bodies.

you almost bite tzuyu’s lips when you hear a loud voice coming from downstairs. you flinch and pull away quickly, so does your girlfriend.

“y/n! we’re home! can you help bring the groceries inside?” your grandpa yells from downstairs.

“yeah! be there in a minute!” you respond, raising your voice.

you turn back to the girl under you and trapped between your hands, she’s giggling at you with her hands still cupping your face.

tzuyu gazes at you for a few seconds before speaking softly. “you should probably go help them out.”

“yeah.” you sigh, “one more?”

tzuyu nods happily and you press one more long, tender kiss on her lips.

“y/n!” your grandpa calls out again, and you almost fall on tzuyu from the sudden jolt of surprise (again).

[novamariestark]

Hey this is my request

Where yn and Antonio buy a house and when the sell goes trough they give a house warming party and they get from Jay and Hailey matching bathrobes and from Hank and Trudy some pictures of yn and Antonio

The rest you decide with allot of fluff Thank you

Title: Sweet Dreams Are Made of You

Summary: You and Antonio have finally found your dream house. So you celebrate by having a party.

Warnings: suggestive, fluffy 🤣

Word count: 1807

Fandom: Chicago P.D

Pairing: Antonio Dawson x Reader

“What do you think, baby?” your husband asked as he walked up behind you, his arms snaking around your waist. He pressed his lips to the soft spot behind your ear, placing a gentle kiss. “Is it perfect enough for you?”

You couldn’t help but smile, sinking further into his embrace. “This is it. This is the one.”

“We’ll take it,” Antonio said, turning to the realtor.

You felt like you were going to explode with happiness—and maybe, just maybe, a little relief. The past few months had been stressful, searching for the perfect home for your family. Antonio had been more stressed than you, as he was determined to shield you from as much strain as possible. After all, stress is bad for the baby.

But this house… it was everything you had hoped for. And the most perfect part? The man by your side, the man you were lucky enough to call your husband. It was literally a dream come true.

“Mommy! Daddy! Look at this room!” Your three-year-old daughter came running toward you, tugging at Antonio’s pant leg. “Can this be my princess castle?” she asked, her eyes wide with excitement.

You bent down to scoop her up, her giggles echoing around the empty room as she wrapped her arms around your neck. “What do you think, sweetie? Is it the perfect castle for you?”

She nodded enthusiastically, clapping her little hands. “Yes! I love it!”

The next couple of months felt like agony—waiting to finally move in, then worrying about the logistics of the move itself. But you needn’t have stressed. The boys offered to help, though really, they were there to help Antonio. His overprotectiveness wouldn’t even let you carry a plant pot.

As a thank you, you headed to the best coffee shop in Chicago, bringing back coffee and donuts for everyone. Hailey and Kim dropped by frequently to keep you company while the guys worked tirelessly on the house. Antonio insisted on starting with your daughter’s room, wanting everything to be perfect for his little princess.

Jay and the girls took on the task of setting up the nursery for your unborn baby. You and Antonio decided to wait until the birth to learn the gender, but you didn’t want to wait to have the room ready. Kim had come up with the idea to surprise you by decorating it, and you weren’t allowed to peek.

You trusted them completely. Jay was the first person you met from the district, and he quickly became like a brother to you. Hailey came next, though there was a bit of a misunderstanding at first. Once Jay clarified that you were Tony’s girlfriend, you and Hailey became fast friends. Then there was Kim—sweet, soft-spoken Kim, who you learned had a fierce side after an encounter during a girl’s night out. Beneath her soft exterior was a woman who wouldn’t hesitate to stand up for herself.

Now, you couldn’t imagine life without any of them. They had become part of your family.

The housewarming party was your way of showing them how much they meant to you. Despite Antonio’s protests that a simple BBQ would be enough, you went all out, preparing different meals and drinks for each person—steak and whiskey for Voight, Chicago-style pizza and cold beer for Jay.

You even got a bounce house for your daughter and her friends, though you should have known that Adam would be the first to jump in.

Hank Voight, the first to greet you, wrapped you in a quick hug. “You didn’t have to go through all this. You should be taking it easy.”

“But you guys worked so hard, you deserved it,” you replied, smiling.

“We certainly don’t deserve you,” he said warmly.

“You don’t give yourself enough credit,” you were about to add more when the sound of shrieks came from the backyard.

“He’s never going to grow up,” Hank chuckled, nodding towards Adam, who was still bouncing in the inflatable castle.

“Don’t tell me you don’t want to go in there,” you teased, nudging him.

“I’m a little too old for that,” he laughed, raising his glass.

“So is he,” you grinned, nodding toward Adam, “Doesn’t stop him.”

As night fell and the air grew cooler, you brought the party inside. That’s when everyone began handing you gifts, much to your surprise.

Hank and Trudy gifted you beautiful picture frames, each holding a wedding photo. “Thanks, guys. You didn’t have to, but I know exactly where to put them,” you said, envisioning them above your new fireplace.

Hailey and Jay’s gift was a set of matching robes that said “Mr. and Mrs. Dawson.” Of course, Adam couldn’t resist giving you both some novelty items—two mugs, one reading “I like his…” with a bird picture, and the other, “I like her…” with a cat. Your daughter giggled, “But we don’t have a cat, silly Uncle Adam!”

Then there was the Christmas pajama set—one reading “Tickle my pickle” and the other “Pickle Tickler”—with red and black plaid pants to match.

Alvin’s contribution was a sign that read “Time Out Spot.”

“My princess is very well behaved,” Antonio protested jokingly.

“I never said it was for her,” Alvin replied, deadpan, before breaking into laughter with the rest of you.

“Don’t give her any ideas,” Antonio whispered to him, but you overheard.

“It’s not a bad idea, Al. Thank you,” you teased, smirking at your husband.

“I’m very well-behaved,” he grinned, giving you a playful wink.

The night continued for a couple of hours before everyone decided to head home. They did still have work in the morning after all.

You stood from the couch and started to collect all the dishes and glasses but a hand stopped, “I got this, baby,” he said, taking the dishes from your hand.

“But…”

“No buts,” he interrupted, “You’ve done enough today, I’ll clean up and I’ll meet you upstairs,”

You sighed, the look on his face, despite behind hidden amongst the tiredness, told you that he wasn’t going to budge, “Okay,” you folded, you looked down at your daughter, who had fallen asleep on the couch. You walked over to her, leaning down to pick her up gently in your arms.

You walked back over to Antonio, placing a kiss on his cheek, “We love you,” you told him.

“I love you two more,” he said, leaning down to place a kiss on your daughter’s head. He stood back up straight and pressed a kiss to your lips, “Go get comfy, baby, I won’t be long,”

“I hope not, Daddy,”

“And I need the naughty spot?”

“Fine,” you sighed, “But I still want cuddles,”

“You got it,” he said, giving you another peck on your lips. You said goodbye and headed upstairs.

You walked over to the room that was across the hall from yours. You opened the door and you’re greeted by the light pink and purple walls, with a brick like patten painted on it to give her a castle feel. Her bed has a pink canopy hovering above, with light purple transparent fabric cascading down like a waterfall.

You move further into the room and towards the bed. It only takes three steps before your standing beside it. You use one hand to move the covers to the side and gently lower her down onto the mattress. You grab the corner of the duvet and bring it back over to cover her. You tuck the duvet in around her, smiling when you notice the multiple different stuffed toys on her bed. Each from one of the team. You see she got her housewarming gifts last week.

You brush a stray strand away from her face and lean down to kiss her forehead, “Love you Princess,” you whisper.

You stood beside your daughter’s bed, smiling as you admired her peaceful appearance. Gently, you tucked her favorite stuffed bunny closer to her side, making sure everything was just right before you headed to the door.

But before you could move, you felt the familiar warmth of Antonio’s arms wrapping around your waist from behind. He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head, his chin resting on your shoulder as he gazed down at your sleeping daughter, “She’s out like a light,”

You nodded, leaning back into his chest, “She loves her castle,”

"Only the best for my girls," Antonio said, as he pressed a kiss to your clothed shoulder.

You smiled, placing your hands over his as they rested on your belly. "We’re lucky to have you," you whispered back.

“I’m the lucky one,”

For a moment, the two of you stood in silence, simply watching your little girl sleep, bathed in the soft glow of her nightlight.

He smiled, cupping your cheek as he leaned down to kiss you softly. "Come on, let’s get you to bed," he said gently. "You wanted cuddles, right?"

You nodded with a contented sigh, letting him lead you out of the room. With one last glance at your sleeping princess, you quietly closed the door behind you.

Antonio continued to lead you towards your room, his arm still wrapped around your waist. As you entered your own bedroom.

“Let’s get you settled,” he said, guiding you toward the bed. You sat down on the edge as Antonio knelt in front of you, helping you slip off your shoes. His touch was gentle, the way he always was with you, especially now with the baby on the way.

“You spoil me,” you teased softly, running your fingers through his hair.

“You deserve it,” he replied softly, pressing a kiss to your ankle. He stood and pulled back the covers for you. “Besides, I need you well-rested.”

You gave him a curious but suggestive look. “For what?”

He rolled his eyes and smiled, “For all the cuddles you asked for.”

You couldn’t help but laugh quietly and somehow, you find yourself falling for him even more, if that was even possible. Antonio always had a way of turning even the simplest moments into something special. Sliding into bed, you watched as he joined you, wrapping his strong arms around you as soon as he settled beside you.

You nestled your head against his chest, feeling his steady heartbeat beneath your cheek. His arms surrounded you and the whole world just disappeared.

“I’m so happy,” you whispered.

Antonio tightened his hold on you, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. “Me too, baby,” he whispered back.

You smiled, resting your hand on your growing belly. Antonio’s hand joined yours, his thumb brushing over your skin in a soothing rhythm and you found yourself being lulled to sleep. The last thing you remember, is feeling a soft kiss in your hair.

[vxsellie]

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ WILD WEST !

— this is just to give u a visual for the world building in ‘tangled bones’. all of the pictures are from pinterest & every town / city / and house depicted is made up, & not at all historically accurate!!!

this will be added to the start & end of each chapter so it's easily accessible. i just wanted to make the little world in my head more tangible for myself while also making my story more digestible for you! if you have any questions or would like certain areas / places added that are mentioned, just ask & i'll be more than happy to indulge you

<< back to masterlist !

UPTOWN

significance. where the strauss family resides

residents. this little town is home to those wealthy enough to sustain living here. rich farmers, business owners, mining rig owner, etc find themselves in uptown due to it being closer to wealthy customers and the railway station that journeys in & out of the town.

desc. uptown is located in the very center of the west, the heart of trade and commerce to all of those involved. thin patches of grass grow here, but it struggles to thrive. brick streets are lined with homes and businesses, the construction maintained and kept nice when compared to any of the neighboring towns. uptown is so large with such a lively population that many consider it a city, seeing as it's on the brink of being deemed one.

STRAUSS RESIDENCE

significance. where our main character, charlotte strauss, grew up ; the house she ran away from.

residents. homes the esteemed strauss family which consists of three members, mother father and daughter. francis strauss, the man of the house, upkeeps the land and provides income to sustain living here. bonnie strauss, francis's third wife, raises her only child within the walls of the home whilst also cooking & cleaning for her little family. charlotte strauss, the only heir to the strauss lineage, was born and raised within this house, birthed in the very bathtub upstairs. this home is all she's known for her entire life. no wonder she had to get out.

desc. the exterior of the strauss residence is depicted in the last image of the 'uptown' section. the home is built of pale blue wood and large white columns, vines and dust tracing the corners of the building. the interior is decorated small and homey, white walls and mahogany flooring and hanging chandeliers.

GOLDENEDGE

significance. where both ellie and joel currently live.

residents. very few people live in goldenedge, the land do vast and far apart that it doesn't exactly have an exact population number. mostly farmers inhabit this land, using its size for crops

desc. deep orange desert sand coats the land, dirt roads and cattle the only sign of life. houses are hundreds of acres apart, neighbors never seeing one another unless meeting is priorly planned. cows and sheep are free to roam the land, so desolate that there's nobody around enough to complain. farmers love this land, fields and hay bales dotting the horizon.

ELLIE'S HOUSE

significance. where the love interest, ellie williams, currently resides.

residents. ellie lives alone in her tiny house, happy in her own company as long as she has the consolation of knowing that nobody will come knocking on her door asking for sugar. she's considered adopting a cat or dog, but sees no point in it due to her rarely being home & always elsewhere ⎯ whether that be out bounty hunting or out drinking with her boss, joel miller.

desc. located in goldenedge ; her house built literally in the middle of nowhere. joel is her closest neighbor and he's about fifteen miles away. ellie prefers it this way, though. the house is white, the paint beginning to chip on the outside. she has a small wrap-around porch where she sits and drinks with joel, overlooking her horse stables and swishing grass. her kitchen has a tiny circular table, only needing two seats ⎯ one in case of joel randomly visiting her (which he does quite frequently). it's decorated lazily, tools and random pictures nailed into the wall haphazardly and without much thought. somehow, though, over the years it's turned into an actually well-decorated space. it's messy at times, but it's cozy and lived in. it's home.

RUBY RIDGE

significance. where most fugitives (including charlotte) are found by bounty hunters.

residents. home to those too poor to afford living in uptown, but wealthy enough to not end up in deadwood. people who live here mostly consist of drunken old men here to gamble and drink, or outlaws running from ellie & joel while trying to sell illegal products to the drunken men. brothels and bootlegging shacks thrive here.

desc. the streets are made of dirt, the buildings on either side made of rotting wood and cheep nails that fall apart weekly. most buildings here struggle to survive the tiniest gust of wind. but, frankly, this is ellie's favorite place in the world. everyone here is so social. kids can be seen running up and down the streets, women luring men into the brothels, men drunk and spending all their money. the atmosphere is so personable despite its slight uneasiness. nobody in ruby ridge has good intentions, but that's what makes the town so lovable.

DEADWOOD

significance. where ellie grew up. until she was fifteen.

residents. people who live in deadwood have a very short life expectancy, to put it bluntly. the townspeople are rude and irritable, but they have good reason ⎯ they're in the act of starving to death. kids here have to steal in order for their families to have enough food to make it through winter. parents pray and hope they don't have kids for fear of needing to provide for another human under their roof.

desc. the slums of the west. buildings are made of stone, jagged and uneven. the streets are nonexistent as nobody here has enough money to afford any form of transportation, even a horse. beggars line the town, ribs poking through their skin as they cough and hack from an incurable illness.

THICKET FOREST

significance. you'll see

residents. seeing as naught but nature exists out here, it's rare to see anybody in thicket forest. sometimes, travelers or traders can be seen on horseback but they rarely stay long, knowing that being out here for too long leads only to death. tons of wildlife is here though!

desc. outside of all the towns and away from civilization, a forest is located in the center of the desert. the trees are lush and green, watering holes thriving in their beauty. but the trip here is two days each way, meaning most sane people would be wise enough to avoid ending up out in thicket forest. after leaving town ⎯ any town ⎯ you're engulfed by desert and sand and cacti. but after a seven hour trip into the distance, shrubs and bushes begin to dot the land, soon fading into trees and a thick foliage. but by then, you're likely too late unless you turn back as soon as you enter the forest. lots and lots of sustenance is required in order to survive a trip to thicket and back. best of luck to anyone who strays out here.

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Scorched Enigma

Day 22 of Blacktober! Still feel like shit but have fun and make sure to participate in the poll!

This is the third installment of Toy Enigma

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Taking his advice, Superman flies over to St. Martin’s Island and lands on the front steps of the largest estate on the island as Y/n had instructed.

Ringing the doorbell, Superman takes in the exterior of the estate, it was indeed a large house but it fit Y/n’s rich girl personality.

The front door opens and a child appears in front of him. A little boy looked up at him with his green eyes, amazed at the sight of Superman at his doorstep.

“Woah!! Superman is standing at the front door!” He exclaims, bouncing excitedly in place.

“Um, hello.” Superman says and the boy grins.

“Dillan, what has mom told you about opening the door? You don’t know who it is or what they want.” Another voice scolds as they pull the star struck boy into the house, this time a girl no older than a teenager comes up to the door.

“Superman?” The girl questions and the man of steel waves awkwardly.

“Wait are you really him? You’re The Superman right?”

He levitates a bit to show her that he was legit and the teen gasps in disbelief. Dillan pokes his head back through the doorway.

“No way! I can’t wait to show my friends online! The Superman at my house-“

“Alright, you two, go and call your other nine brothers and sisters to the table. It’s time for dinner.” He hears Y/n say and the two children groan sadly but leaves from the door to do what she says.

Y/n opens the door to reveal herself and gives Superman a polite nod and motions him to come into her home.

Superman steps into the house and looks at the intricate details of the statues that stood by the front door, they were Greek from what he could tell and looked to be pristine in its condition.

“Momm!! Taylor is locked away in the bathroom again!” Y/n sighs softly as she closed the door behind the hero. She begins walking and Superman follows behind her, he looks around her home, it was nicely decorated.

They walked by the stairwell, and Superman could hear arguing from upstairs.

“Taylor! Open the door!” The same girl fusses.

“Lynn, there are nine more bathrooms that you can use, there’s no need for you to use the one your brother is in!” Y/n says up the carpeted staircase.

“But, that one has my phone in it! Come on Taylor!” Banging on wood is heard and Y/n sighs again.

Superman, could see children either running down a hallway or a child walking and making their way to what he can assume was the dining room.

“Um, how many children do you-“

“I have eleven in total. You had actually arrived at the time where it’s time for us to eat dinner.” She explains and leads them into a study.

Pressing the button under the grey and white desk, the statue that was overlooking the study opened into a staircase leading into the ground.

Walking down the steps, Clark sees a Y/n floats over to one of the large supercomputers. As she typed away at the keyboard, Clark looks around the large area, it was filled with statues of African, Greek and Egyptian women.

“Why are all the statues just women?” He asked, curiously staring at Hathor the Goddess of Love.

“I’m sure you’re not here for all of that, here you go.” She says and moves to the side to let Clark look at the computer screen.

It was a picture of Brainiac, but a diagramed version of him.

“Brainiac is rebuilding his body by using Luthor’s money and technology however, there is just one thing that Luthor can’t buy. And it’s this,” she presses a button and the screen changes to show a strange device, like a pin cushion for someone sewing.

“What is it?” He asks.

“It’s a psi-amplifier to take over your mind. You remember when Luthor played “dead” a couple of months ago? He’s made contact with Brainiac and it would seem that the two are working together.” She explains leaning against a wall.

“Luthor isn’t that stupid, he wouldn’t work with Brainiac, he doesn’t know what he would do to the world.” Clark says.

“Then you’re not ready for what he’s going to do in the future. I don’t have an idea as to where this is but, I’m sure your bat friend can help you with that part.” She gives him a look as Clark looks at her with surprise.

“How did you-“

“I’m just not as slow as other people are. I even know Diana.” Y/n tells him then presses another button on her computer.

The printer spouts out the information of the device he needed to locate on a small piece of paper and Y/n handed to Superman.

“This is all I can do for you unfortunately, but, you can at least figure out what you need. If you need my help, you know where to find me.” she says and Clark nods.

“Thank you, I appreciate the help.” Y/n smiles at him.

“Come on, I’m sure you want to go ahead and get this done, I’ll walk you out. I’m late for dinner and I’m sure my babies are waiting on me, which I try to tell them not to do.” Y/n rambles as she leads them both out the lair.

Returning to the front door, Y/n watches as Superman opens her front door and leaves out but then levitates a few feet away from her house. Y/n crosses her arms as she watches him and looks up at the flying man.

In the nearby window, all the children from inside gathered at the glass to see the famous hero in red and blue.

“Good luck Superman.” Y/n said and he nods and waves at the kids who wave back excitedly and flies off.

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Batman and Superman flew side by side as they made their way to the first piece of the device.

The Batwing’s location indicated where they needed to go, blinking steadily as they approached the coordinates Batman was able to pinpoint.

“We should be there in the next couple of hours, it’s supposed to be a particular material that we need to get.” Batman says.

“Right, so far I still don’t see anything, it’s just an endless list of forestry and wildlife.” Superman tells him as he uses his superhuman vision to see further ahead.

His eyes widen and he stops, Batman stops as well.

“What is it?” Batman asks.

“There’s something out there, it’s coming in fast.” Superman tells him and Batman looks down at his surroundings beacon. Nothing was in a five hundred mile radius but, Batman never took his friend’s word for granted.

“I don’t see anything on my beacons but what do you see?” Batman asks.

Using his superhuman vision, Superman sees a total of seven missiles heading right for them.

“It’s missiles, seems like someone doesn’t want us out here.” Superman says.

As the missiles neared, Superman takes the lead of flying ahead and knocking out the first missile with his fists.

Batman uses his own missiles to take out the other two missiles that came close to his Batwing. Suddenly, his beacon starts to go off and he reads the warning message, the words in capital letters and red bold font.

“Just two more!” Batman hears Superman say and looks up just in time to see the man of steel fly off to face the final bombs.

“Superman wait! There’s something different with those missiles!” Batman warns and Superman stops flying so quickly in the air and instead grabs the two final missiles in his hands.

As soon as he grabs them, the exhaust of the missiles go out and melts in his hands, the silver metal wrapping around his arms and coating the rest of his body.

Superman tries to shake off the suddenly alive metal but that didn’t do anything as it takes over the rest of his body. It forms a coffin like casing around his body and with his concentration off, his power of flight is diminished and he drops like a rock into the tress below.

“Superman!” Batman yells and grunts when the Batwing is suddenly rocking. He looks to his right and sees that the engine of his Batwing is on fire and it drops down a bit from the air.

He couldn’t see anything around him that was attacking him and didn’t have enough time to try to figure it out as his other engine was attacked. Feeling the Batwing begin to fall from the air, Batman pushes the eject button and is suddenly ejected from his seat.

As he is parachuted, he watches his vehicle crash into the trees and explode.

“Damn it. What was that?” He asks.

Meanwhile with Superman, he struggles in his metal prison and unfortunately he wasn’t able to speak to let his partner know where he was.

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