#light woven traditional chair

[darwingeek]

Living Room - Enclosed Mid-sized eclectic enclosed and formal medium tone wood floor and beige floor living room photo with white walls, a standard fireplace, a stone fireplace and no tv

[myblindbrother]

Medium Sun Room in Boston

Idea for a mid-sized traditional sunroom with a dark wood floor, a flat ceiling, and no fireplace.

[sunflowers-and-sims]

Sun Room in Boston Example of a small, traditional sunroom with a gray floor, a concrete floor, no fireplace, and a typical ceiling.

[bokettochild]

random LU hcs before I go to church

Legend likes to draw, and while he uses it for practical purposes (he's compiling a bestiary of his own) he also likes to sketch random crap he finds while traveling

Hyrule weaves. Not fabric, since that's a bit legthly and requires materials he can't get or keep for long, but he's very good at making baskets and the like! When the rest go to his cave, it's just full of woven items, including his attempts at weaving a freaking chair. Hyrule is going to become Pier 1

Sky writes poetry but never shares it with anyone. Groose used to laugh at it when they were kids, and so he's very self-conscious about it (and not very good anyways). He does come up with some really, really good pieces though from time to time!

Warriors couldn't read before he enlisted. He had to learn, and did learn rather quickly once he had to, but he still did very much not grow up with books. He is, however, very fond of oral tradition and somehow keeps a library's worth of knowledge in his head, since he never knew how to write it down before.

Warriors loves folk tails and will use any excuse given in order to share them with the younger ones

Wind is a very proficient mapmaker. he's terrible at drawing figures or anything, but he's very good at charting things out and putting them down on paper

Wind has a great eye for photography though! He and Wild sometimes play a game where they have to find a particular item and take a pictograph of it and then they'll have one of the others judge which one is better. Wild's candids are usually better, but Wind has a talent from framing and using the light to his advantage that outshines Wild's.

Wind likes composing little tunes with the Windwaker when he's bored. he has accidentally discovered several magical songs and their effects in this manner. Sometimes Time debates if just teaching his the Song of Storms from the get go would have been better in the long run, since it would have saved them getting soaked so much

Four has a fascination with artistic metalwork. He can't do it himself, and often times can't understand how someone thought up the idea in the first place, but it gives him great delight to see various metal pieces/tools/items forged together into the oddest art pieces

Twilight claims he's no good art of any kind, usually blaming "these darn big paws o' mine", but the secret is that he's a talented embroiderer, he just doesn't consider it "art" in the same way the rest do. Most Ordon folks add stitch-work to things so he considers it standard practice, not exceptional.

Sky is also very good at stitch-work of all kinds

When Sky and Twilight discover their shared skill-set, they absolutely use it for evil (start adding little patterns and things on their brother's stuff). Is this competitive? They're Links, you tell me!

Time claims not to be very creative, but he's actually quite good at art himself! Just drawing, as his paintings have a very childish sort of color combinations and the like, but he's surprisingly very good with shading and proportions!

All the boys play music, but Twilight's a good hand on the fiddle/violin (but only for short periods) and Legend has a surprising preference for the piano/organ. They'd make an excellent duet if they actually managed to know any of the same songs

Wild cannot and should not play instruments, Hylia help your ears if he does. He's also not that great of an artist (look for JoJo's comic of him drawing a new tapestry, it's hilarious). He likes the art the others make, but in general, the best he can do it just making designs and patterns that always seem to resemble Korok puzzles.

[softsturn]

the beach - m.s

⩩ pairing: matt x fem!reader

⩩ summary: matt is caught jerking off to his best friend (inspired by @heartstreet !! full creds to them for this idea)

⩩ warnings: masturbation, handjob, p-in-v, half assed writing at the end.

⩩ a/n: sorry i haven’t posted much, its been so hard to think of ideas. i wanted to make a part two of what i last posted but i literally don’t know how to continue it😭 thank you for all the likes and follows!! pls leave me requests :)

Describing the bond between you and Matt exceeds the simplicity a mere friendship. Growing up, you lived only a few houses away from his, you shared the same schools, and practically every experience was a joint venture. It wasn't just common knowledge; it was an undeniable truth that wherever you went, a blue-eyed boy with brown hair was sure to follow, mirroring your every step like a lost puppy. The invisible tie binding you two seemed unbreakable, preventing you from straying far apart.

Now, at Cape Cod, a destination woven into the fabric of your cherished summer memories, you eagerly await Matt and his family’s arrival. Setting up foldable chairs and towels on the sandy shores, you can hardly contain your anticipation, eager to continue the tradition of shared moments under the sun.

As if on cue, his family strolled towards the beach, carrying an assortment of towels, bags, chairs, and a cooler. Your face lit up with a vibrant smile upon spotting the three identical boys approaching with palpable excitement. They placed their belongings on the sand, and you greeted them eagerly.

Matt's eyes widened noticeably, practically popping out of his sockets as he unabashedly drank in the sight of you. While you maintained your usual level of beauty, his gaze lingered on your figure. Stepping out of your comfort zone, you had chosen a two-piece bikini opposed to a one piece like you normally wore, showcasing newfound confidence in your evolving body. The swimsuit hugged you in all the right places, baring your torso and clinging snugly to your curves. Matt found himself caught in a momentary, lustful gaze, slightly zoning out as Nick and Chris enthusiastically hyped you up in the background.

"You look so good girl!" exclaimed Nick, with Chris joining in laughter, while you, feeling a bit shy, crossed your arms over your stomach.

Coming back to reality from his fleeting thoughts, Matt nodded and offered you a small, genuine smile. "You look..." he hesitated, carefully choosing his words to avoid any discomfort for you. "Pretty," he mumbled sheepishly, prompting a soft blush to grace your face. Matt's compliments held a unique significance, seeming to carry more weight than others, his opinion reigning supreme in your mind.

"Thank you," you replied with a shy giggle, while Nick and Chris exchanged amused glances, furrowing their brows at the subtle dynamics unfolding between the two of you. The unspoken connection, the palpable undercurrent of something more than friendship, was evident to everyone around. Jokes from your parents about an impending marriage and teasing from Matt's brothers were constant reminders of the unspoken truth – you and Matt shared a love that transcended platonic feelings, even if the explicit words hadn't been uttered.

After a few hours under the warm sun, the faint emergence of sunburn and light freckles adorned your face, telling tales of days spent soaking up the heat. Meanwhile, Matt wrestled with his thoughts, a delicate balance between loyalty to your friendship and the desire that threatened to breach inappropriate territories. He harbored a profound fear of jeopardizing the trust you shared or causing any discomfort, acutely aware that losing you was a risk he couldn't fathom.

As you stood, engrossed in gathering your belongings and bending over slightly, Matt couldn't suppress the way his gaze involuntarily traced the curves of your figure, particularly fixating on your ass. His mind danced with forbidden scenarios, imagining actions he both longed for and felt conflicted about. Sensing a warmth spreading through him, he nervously looked away, trying to prevent any telltale signs of his internal struggle.

You straightened up, holding your possessions with a toothy grin, completely oblivious to the subtle turmoil in Matt's mind. "I'll see you back at the house," you said softly. Matt offered a slight nod and joined his brothers in packing up their belongings. As you made your way to your car, your parents loading up the trunk, you settled into the back seat, succumbing slowly to sleep, the exhaustion of the day catching up with you.

Waking up with a groan, you found your parents' car parked by the side of the road in front of the triplets' house, just a few doors down from your own. The plan was to spend the night at their place, a routine that had become usual given your inclination to seek comfort in their home over your own. Extracting yourself from the car, you grabbed your overnight bag, bidding farewells to your parents as you watched them drive away.

Your bathing suit clung persistently to your body, your hair still damp, and the weariness in your limbs yearning for the promise of relaxation. Shuffling into Matt's home without bothering to knock, the unspoken familiarity of years spent together allowed you the privilege of simply letting yourself in. Passing through the kitchen, Matt's parents greeted you with warm smiles as you entered the living room.

There, Matt, Nick, and Chris were sprawled on the couch, engrossed in a movie that you were sure they had seen at least a thousand times. When Matt's eyes met yours, a soft expression played on his face, evident in the effort to maintain eye contact with your face rather than letting his gaze wander.

"Hey," he murmured, and you returned the greeting with a gentle smile, playfully ruffling his hair as you stood over him. "Hey, I'm gonna go shower. I'll join you guys if you're still out here when I'm done." With that, you ventured down the hall, heading toward the guest bedroom.

In the midst of a hot shower, as you washed away the residue of salty water and sand, Matt and his brothers grew disinterested in the movie, dispersing to their separate bedrooms. Collapsing onto his bed with a weary sigh, exhaustion permeated Matt's body. Turning to his phone, he absentmindedly scrolled through various social media apps. Refreshing his Instagram feed, he stumbled upon a recent post you had shared before stepping into the shower.

The post featured a series of photos taken by Nick during your beach outing. One image captured you from the side, accentuating your ass and curves, while another showcased the contours of your cleavage and perky boobs from the front. Although the intention behind the pictures was innocent, Matt's mind became inundated with impure thoughts. Consumed by a sense of guilt, he recognized the inappropriateness of his desires, grappling with conflicting emotions. You were his best friend, and he was acutely aware that such lascivious thoughts were unwarranted. It was more than mere lust; he harbored genuine love for you and a desire to be a person deserving of your affection.

As Matt stared at his screen, a warmth enveloped his body, and he found himself unable to suppress the physical reaction, a boner forming in his pants. He felt conflicted, but it wasn’t like you knew what he was thinking, or doing. Succumbing to the intensity of his desire, he pulled his pants down enough to free himself, his cock springing out of his boxers. He took his cock into his right hand, phone in his left hand, and he began to stroke himself, allowing his imagination to run wild with scenarios that had occupied his dreams. The room echoed with subtle grunts and whimpers as he finally started to release the pent-up feelings that had plagued him throughout the day.

You emerged from the invigorating shower, enveloped in a towel, the sensation of cleanliness and renewal coursing through you. Exiting the bathroom, you ventured into the guest bedroom designated for your night's rest, shutting the door behind you. As you delved into your bag, extracting essentials like panties, shorts, and a tank top, the soft fabrics embraced you once you shed the towel. Nighttime rituals of hair brushing, skincare, and teeth cleaning completed, you settled into the guest bedroom, a sanctuary that had become almost like your own.

The tranquility was fleeting, interrupted by a shiver that prompted a quest for warmth. Rummaging through your bag, you discovered the absence of a hoodie – an oversight that led you down the hall to Matt's bedroom. Assuming he'd still be awake, you envisioned a simple request to borrow one of his hoodies. Little did you anticipate the unexpected scene awaiting you.

Without bothering to knock, a habit formed over years of friendship, you barged into Matt's room, focused on your hoodie mission. "I need to borrow a hoodie; it's freezing—" your words trailed off as your gaze absorbed the shocking sight. Matt, in his bed, his hand pumping up and down his cock, his phone displaying pictures of you. A gasp escaped him as your presence registered, his eyes meeting yours with a mix of surprise and guilt. "Y/N..." he uttered, his phone slipping from his hand onto the bed, his hand movements abruptly halted in the realization of the awkward situation.

"Oh my god, I'm sorry; I didn't think—I should've knocked. I'll just go get one from Nick," you mumbled nervously, ready to retreat. The air hung heavy with the unspoken tension, both of you grappling with the potential ramifications on your friendship. Before you could exit, Matt called to you, conflicted between wanting you to stay and the desire to erase this awkward moment.

"Don't go," he uttered, wincing at his own words, attempting to clarify that he wasn't making advances or asking for anything. You stood there, caught in a surreal tableau, uncertain about how to navigate this unexpected revelation. Blinking in an attempt to regain composure, you voiced a question laden with curiosity and awkwardness.

"Do you... do this often?" your brows furrowed, your gaze drifting toward his needy cock. Matt sighed, grappling with shame, attempting to rein in his emotions. "Jerk off? Or jerk off to you..." he replied, injecting a hint of humor to alleviate the palpable tension.

"Jerk off to me," you clarified, offering a sheepish smile, grateful for his attempt to inject some levity. Matt, in a vulnerable admission, stumbled through an explanation, striving to avoid sounding like a creep. The guilt weighed heavily on him, sensing that he had betrayed the sanctity of your friendship.

"This is the first time—I'm sorry. You just looked so pretty all day, and I couldn't... I don't know," he rambled, his remorse evident. Expecting you to recoil, Matt braced for the consequences of his impure thoughts. Yet, to his surprise, you stepped closer, the bed dipping as you sat on the edge near his legs. Your eyes danced everywhere but on his throbbing cock.

"It's okay; I'm not mad," you reassured, the tension easing with your understanding words. In that moment, you appreciated the side of Matt that could inject humor even into the most awkward situations, and despite the strangeness of the circumstance, a reassuring smile graced your lips.

"You're not?" he asked, confusion etching his face as his gaze reached the end of the bed where you were. The bewilderment stemmed from the expectation of your anger; he believed he deserved your fury. You shook your head, dispelling any doubts that lingered in his mind. "I'm not mad," you affirmed, inhaling deeply before contemplating the weight of your next words. The undeniable truth of their mutual feelings lay bare, an unignorable reality that both had been evading.

"Do you want me to help you?" you inquired, addressing the underlying tension. Matt hesitated, shaking his head in a refusal. Your offer, though tempting, made him reluctant, not wanting you to feel obliged, and questioning his own worthiness of such an intimate gesture. “Y/N… you don’t have to.”

Sighing, you crawled to sit on his knees, his cock twitching right before you, aching for release. It wasn't about obligation; it was about love. You wanted to be the one to bring him pleasure. "I know, I want to," you reassured, meeting his gaze as he deliberated. "Please," he whimpered, desperation evident on his face. Taking it as a signal, you palmed him, your hand trembling slightly as you sought confirmation in his eyes, ensuring every move was met with consent.

As you encountered nothing but longing in his gaze, your hand tentatively began to move, gliding up and down his length. The unspoken revelation that you were not very experienced was apparent to him, and a twinge of guilt crept in as he allowed you to pleasure him. Determined not to make this solely about his satisfaction, he seized the moment, grasping your wrist and redirecting your hand away from his arousal, prompting you to lean forward.

In an impulsive move, he pressed his lips forcefully against yours, his tongue seeking entry, savoring the taste of your chapstick. The kiss bore neither aggression nor softness; instead, it carried the weight of years filled with tension, prolonged gazes, and lingering touches, finally unfurling in this shared moment. Pulling back slightly, he noticed your lips chasing after his, seeking more contact with his lips.

"I want to make you feel good too," he murmured against your lips, his words flushing your face with heat, a wetness growing between your legs. The dynamics shifted, and now it was you yearning for him. His hands found your hips, drawing you closer until you straddled his waist, your clothed pussy pressing against his cock. His fingers hooked into the waistband of your pajama shorts and panties, seeking consent as he looked up at you.

"Can I take these off, baby?" he asked, and in response, you nodded, lifting yourself to allow him to slide them down your legs before resuming the straddled position, anticipation hanging thick in the air.

You took a sharp breath, nerves tingling as you ventured into unfamiliar territory with Matt. As he ran a finger through your wet folds, he licked his lips, captivated by the sight of your pretty pussy. In that moment, Matt would have done anything and everything you asked, he was completely at your mercy. Firmly holding your hips, he allowed your wet cunt to hover over his cock. While his desires tempted him to force you down and make you take it, his deep care for you held him back, especially given the significance of this being your first time.

"Go slow, okay? It's going to hurt a little, but I'm right here," he said. Nodding, you began the descent, wincing as his tip slipped into your enterance. "Oh my god, Matt," you moaned, your words interrupted as Matt leaned up, pressing his lips to yours to stifle your sweet sounds, mindful of his brothers sleeping down the hall.

Gradually, you took more of him in, whimpering at the initial stinging sensation as his cock stretched your tight walls. Eventually, you lowered yourself completely onto him, pausing to adjust to the sensation of him buried deep inside you. "Such a good girl, taking me so well," he cooed.

“Feels so good,” you murmured, the words escaping on a breath as you began to move your hips against him, keeping a steady rhythm. He gripped your hips firmly, and you were sure there would be red marks left behind. His kisses trailed down your neck, lips brushing over your collarbones and shoulders, marking you with purposeful hickeys that finally declared you as his, even though you had always belonged to him.

Slowly, he lifted your tank top over your head, tossing it aside in the room's shadows. "So fucking pretty," he mumbled, his gaze lingering on you through half-lidded eyes. His mouth descended, lavishing much-needed attention on your boobs, kissing and licking your sensitive nipples with devotion. In his eyes, your body was a masterpiece, and he aimed to ensure you knew just how perfect you were. Every gesture was a testament to his worship, eliciting small moans of pleasure as you succumbed to the sensations he bestowed upon you.

"Faster, please," he choked out, a desperate need cracking his voice as he trailed kisses down the valley of your breasts. Swiftly obeying, you quickened the pace, moaning as you rocked back and forth on his cock. Yet, the soreness lingering from your day at the beach made it challenging. Matt noticed, his hands helping to move your hips, orchestrating a rhythm that heightened the pleasure. He began to thrust into you, hips meeting yours, intensifying the sensation.

Throwing your head back, eyes rolling, pleasure consumed you, a knot tightening in your stomach. One of his hands left your hip, moving downward, his thumb expertly circling your swollen clit. Overwhelmed, words escaped you, your mind consumed by him. "Fuck, Matt," you managed to whimper in your love-drunk state, a proud smirk gracing his lips as he witnessed you lost in pleasure, knowing he was the only one to evoke such a response.

"Cum for me, princess," he urged in a whiny, broken voice, his own release imminent. His words triggered your climax, a stream of mumbled curses and whines escaping you as pleasure saturated every inch of your being. Surrendering to the intensity, you abandoned your movements, letting him guide and sway you through the waves of orgasmic ecstasy. His release followed suit, white streams of cum shooting into you, accompanied by his whimpering and grunting.

As the movements ceased, he lay beneath you, both of you attempting to catch your breath. Gingerly lifting yourself off him, a wince accompanied the sensitivity as his cock withdrew from your cunt. Rolling over, you nestled next to him, curling into his side, a lazy hand draped over his waist. His hand found its way to your head, tenderly stroking your hair as you rested against his chest, syncing your breathing with his.

"Get some rest; I'm taking you on a date tomorrow," he grinned mischievously, planting light kisses on your forehead. Raising your head, curiosity piqued, you questioned, "A date?" He nodded, gently pushing your head back to his chest, his fingers continuing to stroke your hair in a soothing rhythm.

"A date. So I can ask you to be my girlfriend," he chuckled, of course Matt wanted to do things right despite having just fucked you dumb. You chuckled in response, appreciating Matt's intent. "Okay, I can't wait to say yes," you declared, both of you closing your eyes, eager for the embrace of sleep and the beginning of this new chapter in your relationship.

[rookthorne]

⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐟𝐮𝐥

There was never a boring moment during the festive season with your two loves, and it was no different during one of their many visits to your shop. Only, this time, Bucky had a trick up his sleeve.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𖠺 Tattoo Artist!CW!Bucky Barnes x Florist!F!Reader x Tattoo Artist!Nomad!Steve Rogers

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 𖠺 1.1k

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𖠺 Fluff, crack

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 𖠺 Yes, I can't get enough of these two.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ ��𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𖠺 @stuckybingo 𝗡𝟮 — "Baby it's cold outside!" (December Adoptable) — Masterlist 𖠺 @rookthorne's Merry Buckmas — Masterlist

𝐆𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐈𝐧𝐤 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

It was a slow day. 

Customers came and went for hours on end — all pleased as punch at your array of impressive options and choices available to decorate for the season. Reds and greens lined the countertop edges in wreaths of holly, and along the shelves were rows of garlands prettied with poinsettias. 

It was also your turn to display an aged tradition, and you did so proudly — a giant Christmas tree, passed down the generations in your family, stood in the corner with spools and ropes of endless lights woven through the branches.

However, not only was it a slow day for you, but your favourite neighbours, too. And, while you were overjoyed to spend the lull of time with them, it came with a price. 

Because for the love of everything botany, they refused to settle down and act civilised. 

A surprised shout and loud crash came from the back room. “For goodness sakes,” you groaned. The words came out muffled behind your hands; no matter how many times you facepalmed because of one of them, it didn’t make it easier. “Bucky!”

“Sorry, sorry–!” Bucky rushed, and the wince of shame was plainly evident in his tone. You stuck your head just inside the doorway. Thankfully, nothing was toppled or broken — unless you took into account Bucky’s bruised ego. “Damned thing was not there before–”

“That has been there since the very first day I moved in here,” you argued back, pointing at your small fridge, which now sported a dent the size of Bucky’s palm on the door. The poor victim of such vandalisation was your most trusty appliance; the saviour of many days where neither you nor Wanda could venture outside to get lunch. “If you would just sit your butt down and stop wrecking my shop, I could get some work done.”

Steve started to snicker from where you left him behind the counter by the till. Blue eyes danced with mischief and a cunning, keen sense of trouble. You rounded on him and pointed at his chest with your forefinger. “That was not a cue for you to rile your husband up, you–”

“Alright, alright,” Steve soothed, holding his hands up in surrender. “Okay—we’ll chill and behave for our Petal, right, Buck?”

“Yeah,” Bucky answered, and the sound of a chair scraping across the floor punctuated his voice. 

“Finally, some peace and quiet,” you quipped, striding towards the counter to pick up where you left off on the few arrangements. 

Beside you, Steve helped with his deft fingers unravelling ribbon and string, or handing you rolls of paper to place around the bouquets — the back room was equally quiet, and if you strained your ears, you could hear the hum of the fridge, as well as the scratching sound of graphite over paper. 

You should have known it was not to last. 

No more than an hour later, after you worked with Steve through the order of arrangements, did it happen. 

The snow outside the window danced as you watched, content to have a short break and stretch your fingers from all the cramped and fiddly movements. It was quiet — not a sound to be heard except the soft songs playing over the speakers, a playlist you made of all the classic Christmas songs.  

Not even the scratch of graphite on paper could be heard. 

“I really can't stay,” Dorothy Kristen sang, her aged voice like honey to your ears. The overlay of Franklin Sinatra’s line, “Baby, don't hold out,” made you think of Bucky and Steve — such old-fashioned souls, what would they have been like in the forties?

You blinked from your daze and looked around. Steve was focussing on a bundle of holly and amaryllises, his brows drawn close from the intensity of his concentration. “What are you doing?” you asked quietly. 

“Jus’– I wanted to sketch some ideas later and I thought—‘cause it’s Christmas—that maybe some holly designs might take off,” he explained, poking and prodding at the leaves until they sat just right. “I know Buck is wantin’ to do the same, or at least, somethi– FUCK!”

Steve’s answer was cut off by a sudden, loud shriek of fright falling from his lips, and he leaped a foot in the air, arching his back as though to get away from something or someone. 

That someone, as it happened, was his devious husband. 

Bucky fell into hysterics — his face turned red from how hard he was laughing, and you stared at him as he sank to his knees on the floor. The sound of his wheezes for air were as funny as the whole of the situation itself.  

“You fuckin’ bastard,” Steve grumbled when he finally came back down from the stratosphere. “Buck, I swear–”

“What did you do,” you demanded of Bucky, staring between the two of them. The fright had not only scared Steve, but you as well, and you hadn’t even seen it coming — there were no sounds as Bucky approached to do whatever he did to Steve. 

“The fucker put his cold as fuck hands on my back under my shirt!” Steve ranted. “Here I was thinkin’ he maybe wanted to be sweet on me, but no; fuckin’ no.”

It dawned on you — the lack of graphite scratches over paper, the fridge next to where Bucky was sitting in the back room... 

And you lost it. 

Your laughter echoed with Bucky’s, and you only managed to save yourself from falling to the floor by grabbing the countertop. 

“Oh, very fuckin’ funny—yeah, sure, it’s hilarious,” Steve rumbled, gesturing wildly with his hands, but he wasn’t fooling anybody — the quirk of his lips grew bigger until he was smirking, and his eyes, bright and fond, stared down at Bucky and you with something big swimming in them. “Wait– Were you in on this, Petal?”

“No!” you cried, getting to your feet and hauling Bucky up, too. “I swear—I didn’t know, I just–”

“Your face, oh my fuck–” Bucky tried, but he burst into laughter again. 

Steve shook his head and walked around the counter. “I’m goin’, see you two later,” he said, barely holding back his laugh. “Catch your breath and I’ll be back with drinks—if I feel nice.”

The door swung open, the bell rang off of the walls, and Bucky dramatically cried, “But Steve, baby, it’s cold outside!”

It was to no avail — the door swung shut behind Steve after he walked out, chin high and shoulders back, and both you and Bucky dissolved onto the floor once more, keening with laughter. 

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑 ⠄⠂⠁

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⠄⠂⠁

[taeu7]

"When we were getting married"

one shot

The hall was a canvas painted with the most exquisite flowers from around the world. Roses, peonies, and hydrangeas cascaded down the walls like waterfalls of petals, their scent a sweet symphony to the senses. The fairy lights, now like a constellation of stars, twinkled above, casting a celestial glow on the guests who were whispering in awe.

Sheer curtains, the color of the softest dawn, billowed gently, dancing to the silent music of the evening breeze. They framed the panoramic windows which unveiled a scene so serene, it could only be the work of nature's finest artist. The rolling hills, cloaked in emerald, dipped gracefully into the tranquil lake, its surface a mirror reflecting the ballet of the skies.

The guests, adorned in their finery, took their seats on chairs entwined with ribbons of ivy and blooms, their eyes reflecting the golden hour that bathed the world in a warm, amber light. The air was alive with anticipation, every heart beating in harmony with the quiet rustle of the leaves outside.

Taehyung stands resolute at the altar, his hands clasped in front of him, betraying a hint of nervous energy. The tailored beige suit he wears is a testament to his impeccable style, fitting him like a second skin. The white shirt underneath is pristine, its top button secured, giving him an air of formal elegance.

The soft strains of a violin fill the room, wrapping the guests in a blanket of tender emotion. Taehyung's eyes, usually a gateway to his playful soul, now reflect a depth of feeling, a mixture of excitement and the weight of the moment. His gaze is unwavering, fixed on the entrance, where any second now, Y/N will appear.

As the members of BTS stand by his side, they can't help but notice the subtle shift in their friend's demeanor. Jin: "Who would've thought? Our Tae, all grown up and stealing hearts." Suga: "Just don't trip on your way to forever, okay?" J-Hope: "Remember to breathe, Tae. In and out, just like we practiced." RM: "He's only the second most nervous person here. The first? The guy who has to follow this act." Jimin: "If you get cold feet, I'm ready to step in. Just kidding, you got this!" Jungkook: "Hyung, your hands are shaking. Need me to hold them for you?"

Taehyung, amidst the laughter and light-hearted jabs, feels a warmth in his chest, a mix of gratitude and the slightest hint of anxiety.

Taehyung: (with a soft smile) "Keep it up, guys. Your turn will come soon enough."

As he waits, a gentle smile plays on his lips, and his eyes well up with love. Every passing moment seems to be an eternity, yet he embraces the anticipation with a sense of joy. Friends and family observe Taehyung, recognizing the depth of emotion etched on his face as he eagerly awaits the moment when Y/N will step into his life forever.

The moment the doors open, a collective breath is drawn, and time seems to stand still. Y/N steps into the threshold, and the room hushes in reverence. She is the embodiment of a dream, a vision that transcends the mere beauty of the physical world.

Her gown, a masterpiece of design, flows around her like a river of moonlight. The fabric, a symphony of lace and silk,is adorned with intricate patterns that tell a story of timeless elegance. Each step she takes sends ripples through the air, the waterfall of fabric cascading behind her in a trail of pure grace.

A delicate veil rests upon her hair, a gossamer web of finery that catches the light, creating a halo around her. It trails behind her, a whisper of tradition and the promise of the future, all woven into its ethereal threads.

The venue's lights, soft and warm, seem to find their purpose in accentuating the radiant smile that graces Y/N's face. It's a smile that speaks of love and hope, a beacon that shines brighter than any jewel. Her eyes, alight with happiness, scan the room until they find Taehyung's, and in that gaze, a silent vow is made, more powerful than any words could ever be.

As she glides down the aisle, every step is a note in the melody of the wedding march, her presence a chorus of beauty and joy. The guests are captivated, lost in the moment that will be etched in their memories forever, a tale of love that they will recount for years to come.

As Y/N makes her entrance, a hush falls over the crowd, but for Taehyung, the world narrows down to the vision of her walking towards him. His heart, a steady drumbeat in his chest, seems to sync with each step she takes. The emotions welling up inside him are a tempest, a whirlwind of love, awe, and a touch of vulnerability.

Taehyung's eyes, always a window to his soul, shimmer with unshed tears, the joy of the moment crystallizing in their depths. He watches her, this woman who has become his everything, and feels the gravity of their journey together, the paths they've walked to reach this singular point in time.

"Y/N," he whispers, his voice barely audible over the music, "you are the most beautiful dream I never want to wake up from."

The corners of his eyes glisten, the tears held back by sheer will, not out of fear of showing emotion, but from the overwhelming desire to keep his gaze clear, to not miss a single detail of her approach.

Jimin, standing beside him, leans in and murmurs, "She's breathtaking, isn't she?"

Taehyung nods, his throat tight with emotion. "She's the melody to every song I've ever wanted to sing," he replies, his voice thick.

And as Y/N draws closer, the space between them charged with the electricity of their love, Taehyung reaches out a hand, a silent invitation to join him in the dance of their lives.

"Come, let's write our forever," he says, the promise in his eyes more eloquent than any vow spoken aloud.

Y/N takes his hand, her smile a mirror of his own heart, and in that touch, they speak a language only they understand, a language of hearts entwined, of souls united under the banner of love.

In the midst of the enchanting setting, Taehyung and Y/N stood facing each other, surrounded by the soft glow of fairy lights and the sweet scent of flowers. The air was filled with anticipation as they prepared to exchange vows, expressing their deepest feelings for one another.

Taehyung's Vow:

"Y/N," Taehyung's voice resonated with a depth of emotion that the very walls of the hall seemed to absorb and echo back. "The day you entered my life, the universe shifted, painting my world in vibrant hues of love and joy. Now, as we stand here, bathed in the golden light of the setting sun, I offer you my solemn vow."

He took a gentle breath, his eyes never leaving Y/N's. "I vow to cherish you, to hold your heart with the tenderest care, and to support you in every endeavor. You are my confidant, the keeper of my secrets, my partner in every burst of laughter that fills our days, and my comfort in the quiet moments of reflection."

His hand reached for hers, a physical manifestation of his words. "With you, life is an endless canvas, each day a stroke of color in the masterpiece we are creating together. I promise to walk beside you on this adventure, to build a tapestry of memories so beautiful, so vivid, that even time itself will pause to admire its splendor."

"As we embark on this journey, hand in hand, heart in heart, I look forward to the lifetime ahead of us, a lifetime of discovering new horizons and cherishing each precious moment. With you, Y/N, every day is a gift, and I am eternally grateful for the love we share." Y/N, her eyes shining with emotion, responded, Y/N's Vow:

"Taehyung," Y/N began, her voice a soft echo in the grandeur of the hall, her eyes glistening like stars in the twilight of their special day. "You are the melody that has given rhythm to the song of my heart. As we stand here, enveloped in the beauty of this moment, I pledge to be by your side through every season that life brings our way."

Her hands found his, a tangible promise in their gentle clasp. "I vow to be your steadfast companion in every burst of joy, your unwavering comfort in the face of challenges, and your devoted partner in the creation of a future rich with love."

A smile, radiant and full of hope, spread across her face. "With you, Taehyung, I have discovered the true essence of home. It is not a place, but a journey with you, a journey where we will grow together, learn together, and evolve as one."

"Today, as we stand on the threshold of forever, I look forward with eager anticipation to a lifetime of shared dreams, a lifetime where each day is a new chapter in our endless story of love." As they exchanged these heartfelt promises, the room seemed to hold its breath, embracing the profound connection between Taehyung and Y/N. The vows were not just words; they were a testament to the depth of their love, resonating with everyone present in the ethereal atmosphere. The soft music played like a gentle melody, underscoring the beauty of this moment where two souls pledged their love and commitment to each other amidst the cascading flowers, fairy lights, and the warmth of their shared dreams.

The world seemed to hold its breath as Taehyung leaned in, the distance between him and Y/N diminishing with each heartbeat. The room, wrapped in a gentle hush, was thick with anticipation, every eye fixed on the couple, every heart sharing in the silent crescendo of the moment.

Their eyes closed, and as they inched closer, drawn by the invisible force of their love, the air around them seemed to shimmer with the promise of their union. The guests leaned forward, captivated by the intimacy of the moment, the very essence of romance hanging delicately in the balance.

And then, just as their lips were a mere whisper apart, a jarring blare of alarms sliced through the serenity, a stark, discordant note that shattered the dreamlike veil. The room erupted into a chaos of sound, the spell of the ceremony broken as heads turned in confusion.

Taehyung's eyes snapped open, his expression a mix of concern and surprise. The tender moment lost, replaced by a rush of adrenaline as he instinctively reached out to protect Y/N, drawing her close.

"What's happening?" Y/N's voice trembled, her words barely audible over the cacophony of alarms.

"We'll find out, just stay close," Taehyung assured her, his voice steady despite the uncertainty that now clouded the once perfect day.

As the reality of the situation set in, the guests rose from their seats, a murmur of concern spreading through the crowd. The fairy tale scene had taken an unexpected turn, and now, all awaited the unfolding of events with bated breath.

In an instant, the serenity shattered, the sound of alarms slicing through the dream like a knife through silk. Taehyung and Y/N, their moment of unity interrupted, turned in shock as the idyllic world around them began to crumble.

The alarms grew louder, more insistent, a stark reminder that reality was calling. The guests, once statuesque in their admiration, now moved in a blur, their forms dissolving into the ether of Y/N's mind.

With a start, Y/N's eyes snapped open, the tranquility of her room a stark contrast to the chaos of her dream. The wedding, the vows, the kiss that almost was—all of it had been a figment of her vivid imagination. The alarms, now identified as the mundane beeping of her alarm clock, continued their relentless call.

For a moment, Y/N lay still, her heart still racing from the dream's intensity. The images, so clear and so beautiful, lingered in her mind's eye, a tapestry of what could be. A smile, small but genuine, curved her lips as she pondered the whimsical nature of her subconscious.

And there, in the quiet of her room, Y/N allowed herself one last fleeting thought of the dream. Taehyung, her heart's chosen companion in a world spun from the threads of dreams, remained a sweet echo in the silence of the morning.

As she silenced the alarm, the smile remained, a secret shared between her and the breaking dawn. The dream was over, but the day was new—a blank page on which to write her own story, perhaps one day as enchanting as the dream itself.

Author’s Note:

Hello Readers,

I wanted to share a little story with you, one that came to me in a dream. It was so vivid and beautiful that I felt the need to write it down and Keep as memory.

I apologize if at any point the story doesn’t quite capture the magic I experienced. Dreams have a way of being grander and more vivid than any reality we can construct. But if you find even a fraction of the joy in reading it that I found in dreaming it, then I consider my mission accomplished.

Thank you for taking the time to delve into this narrative, for walking with me through the landscapes of my mind, and for allowing me to share something so personal. Your engagement with my words is the greatest gift a writer could ask for.

Thank you!

[chickensarentcheap]

The bookstore and its three legged, one eyed book store cat

@tragiclyhip @youflickedtooharddamnit @secretaryunpaid @watermeezer

Just a little flash back :)

The inside of the bookstore is perfectly Esme in every possible way. The aisles spaced the exact distances apart and the shelves neatly and methodically arranged and organized; chalkboards attached to chains dangling from the ceiling advertise the different genres. The wooden floors a light almond; sanded and polished in order to bring out all the stains and knots and making the additions of colour throughout ‘pop’ just how she likes. Arm chairs sit at the end of each book case; clad in different shades of leather and accompanied by an ottoman and brightly woven afghans neatly folded over one arm. A larger sitting area available; matching coffee and end tables atop a braided area rug; joining a rich purple couch, two bright teal chairs and a vivid yellow love seat. A storage closet, office, and a kitchen located at the very back; the latter used for both employee breaks and for preparing muffins, scones, brownies and other sweet treats after the ones made at home -and brought in for opening- quickly run out.

Her pride and joy however, is the children’s section. Closed off from the rest of the store with plexiglass that enables parents to still keep an eye on their kids; books stored on waist high shelves topped with various toys and developmental aides and take home packages of crayons, bubbles, and play-doh. Beanbag chairs and oversized cushions and pillows scattered throughout; taking the place of traditional furniture and giving a more relaxed, fun vibe to the space. An entire section called ‘Tanner’s Tales’ where the ten year old has copies of not only book reviews he’s penned, but copies of some of the stories he’d created; garnering him quite the fan base and bags of mail that come home at the end of every week.

Addie stands in front of the aquarium at the room's far end. Mesmerized by the various breeds of fish that swim throughout and accompanied by Clementine; the bookshop cat missing an eye and a leg who has become a local favourite during the last two years. Esme heard the then kitten’s cries from inside the dumpster out back and called Tyler to come and perform the rescue; the animal had likely been dumped on the street sometime before and attacked by an animal -resulting in its missing appendage- and then finding its way into or being tossed in the dumpster. A trip to the vet and a thousand dollars later to remove a badly infected eye, the aptly named orange kitten took up residence in the store and now lives like a queen. And currently enjoys her time in Addie’s arms; being cradled and talked to like a baby.

[romeoandjulietyouwish]

Chapter 1: Proposal (Waiting for Heartbreak)

Are you ready for some fake dating???? Summary: When Essek's mother insists that it's time for him to marry, he thinks he's doomed to spend the remainder of his life in a loveless marriage. That is until Caleb volunteers to pretend to be his fiance until Essek can find another solution.

The green lights of Rosohna illuminate the streets, despite the darkness, it isn’t yet evening. As much as Essek Thelyss is fond of his homeland, it takes talent not to lose track of time in a perpetually dark city.

That is why he can’t say how long he’s been standing looking out at it. From his tower, he has a rather excellent view of the sprawling city, the tallest spires to the streets that run below. The man he used to be would stand here thinking of all the ways he would claw his way to the top. He would dream about one day living in the highest tower, for everyone to look up and know who he was. 

Now, older and wiser, the city is nothing spectacular. It is just as fucked up as every other city on Exandria. At least that’s what he thinks at this moment.

The reason for his melancholic thoughts is held in the letter held in his hand. Summons from his mother. When he first read it, dread filled his stomach like lead. 

Deitra Thelyss is a severe woman. There is no warmth in her message, just a command to her eldest son, bidding him to an audience with her. He reads over the words once again, just to be sure of the words. He is not mistaken. 

The reason for his mother’s summoning is unclear. She gives him no clue in the wording of the message. It could be den business, he tells himself. It could be as simple and boring as that. But a shrewd voice in his head reminds him that he is keeping many secrets. It is entirely plausible that she has found out about one, or all. 

This could be an ambush. He could be taking one step along the plank, putting his head in the noose. 

Essek swallows thickly and tucks the note away, pulling his mantle more firmly on his shoulders. The Shadowhand doesn’t need to fear his mother nor his den. The Shadowhand has no secrets to keep. 

Pushing his hair out of his face, Essek allows himself one more breath before floating down the stairs to the entrance of the tower. He doesn’t give himself time to second guess his actions before he opens the door and floats out onto the street.

When Essek enters the Umavi’s chambers, he finds her standing by the window. 

Deitra’s hands are held behind her back, a passive expression on her face. Her long white hair is pulled back in many traditional braids, some woven through with gems. She looks the same as she has every day of Essek’s life. An unchanging statue. Deitra is an imposing figure, her mantle only broadening her shoulders and adding to her height. 

Her chambers are pristine as always, not a thing is out of place. The room is dark, filled with dark leather furniture and deep blue curtains. Bookshelves line the back wall, ones he knows to be full of den documentation and business. 

“Umavi,” Essek greets, bowing to his mother, “I received your summons.”

Deitra turns to him, her expression not changing as she looks upon him. “Thank you for your promptness.” For as long as he can remember, his mother has spoken to him in this formal tone. Even as a child of only a few years, she spoke to him like any other member of their den. Affection has not once passed between the Thelyss family.

With a broad gesture, Deitra tells him to sit on one of the stiff chairs. He does as told, sitting properly before his mother. He expects her to sit as well, but she doesn’t. Instead she stands before him, towering above him. He feels far too much like a child this way, he’s certain that that is her intention.

Trying not to let his discomfort show, he says, “It is not often the Umavi requests my presence.”

Deitra nods, pacing slowly before him, “It has come to my attention that I have let something pass for far too long without intervention.” 

She knows, Essek thinks, she knows I’m a traitor. He has years of practice in disguising his emotions, his Shadowhand mask stays in place. “What is that, Umavi?”

“Your marital status.” For a moment Essek is dumbstruck. Of all the things that she could have said…why this? Why now? Before he can ask, she continues.

“There have been discussions among the dens as of late.” She folds her hands in front of her now. “Many children of those dens have been wed for several years and with children.” Essek is sure he’s going to vomit. “People are wondering why neither of my sons have found that yet, why they both remain unmarried.”

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[stanislawkowalski]

pours Nastk The mafioso a good hot cup of tea , the context for such a event? well its only good manners.

Nastka observed Yu Jin with a gaze as calm and calculating as a still pond, the surface serene but with depths that few could fathom. The act of pouring tea, so simple and refined, held a quiet elegance—a dance of tradition and restraint that masked the undercurrents of tension between them. The steam from the tea curled in delicate spirals, rising into the air like whispered secrets, dissipating just as quickly.

When the other offered the cup, Nastka accepted it with a graceful nod, his fingers brushing the porcelain with a touch as light as a breath of wind. The aroma of the tea was rich, soothing, a fragrance that belied the tautness in the air. He sipped slowly, letting the warmth bloom on his tongue, savouring both the taste and the significance of the gesture before placing the cup back on the table with deliberate care.

A smile, subtle and edged with dark amusement, played on Nastka’s lips as he leaned back, the chair creaking softly beneath him. His words were a melody of silk and steel, soft yet carrying a weight that belied their tone, each syllable carefully measured.

“Ah, maly ptaszku, such impeccable manners,” Nastka began, his tone laced with a subtle edge. “A good cup of tea has a way of revealing one's character, wouldn't you agree? A delicate balance, much like this cup... fragile, but filled with warmth.”

The blond allowed the silence to stretch, his gaze never wavering from Yu Jin’s, searching for any ripple beneath the stoic surface.

“But then, balance is everything, isn’t it? A little too hot, and it burns. A little too cold, and it’s unpleasant. And yet, you’ve managed to find the perfect temperature. I wonder...” His smile deepened, becoming almost playful, though there was a hint of something darker beneath the surface. “...how well you maintain such balance when the heat rises. Will you remain as composed, I wonder, or will the cracks begin to show?”

As he took another sip of tea, the moment stretched like a thread pulled taut, his eyes glittering with the unspoken challenge, devouring not just the taste of the tea, but the tension woven into their exchange. // @driveofakingdom

[devoteyrheart]

(closed)

the holidays seem to more than ever hold a special meaning, a fleeting time where everyone gathered beneath one roof, partaking in those tiny rituals that have been woven and cherished over the passage of years.

( in truth, these familiar gatherings aren't all that rare, family luncheons a regular affair - it's just that ilse is the only one usually always missing form the table. and the truth also is that she had missed a fragment of the customary holiday traditions: the crafting of handmade ornaments, for instance. nonetheless, her nieces and nephews had diligently preserved some for her to complete, later on taking turns perched atop a chair alongside her hanging the ornaments with opinionated excitement. )

she had arrived earlier in the day, later than usual for the occasion. normally around holidays and birthdays she tried her best to be present at least a day or two in advance, but this time it had been impossible.

still, she tries not to chastise herself too much: what mattered, is that she had made it. laden with bags of varied shapes and sizes with presents which her horse hadn't been too keen on carrying given the extra stops that had been needed ( it wasn't an excessive amount per se, just one for each kin, yet the family, sizeable, made the pile substantial ).

she had made it, and it had been a lovely holiday.

fatigue lingered despite the day's overall warm atmosphere, and sleep proved elusive. a fleeting slumber was all she managed before she had abruptly stirred awake. promptly, she glancing at two of her nieces, customary roommates during such family gatherings, ensuring they were still asleep before she reclined back on the bed which remained where it had been for the majority of her life: next to the window. she pulled aside the short curtains, casting a gaze outside. it was nearly pitch black, yet she discerned the snowfall that had commenced sometime during the night. as quietly as possible, she rose from the bed, adorned herself in thick socks, and wrapped a snug shawl around her shoulders while stifling a yawn.

descending the narrow staircase ( instinctively avoiding the creaky spots on the wood ) she startled midway, a soft fuck escaping her lips. she's not usually jumpy, but the house had been so quiet she she hadn't expected anyone else to be up ( and, truth be told, the dream that had roused her contributed to her sense of unease ). "hey," she greets almost immediately. she lowers a hand, casually, steadying herself on the rail. descending the final steps, she enters the kitchen, her sister's silhouette casting a gentle dance upon the timeworn wooden cabinets, her own shadow melding seamlessly. ilse tries to keep her tired tone light. "stealing some cake?"

[softquietsteadylove]

Ice Queen/Tyrant King AU

Gil falls asleep on Thenas Couch while waiting for her to finish her paperwork. Let’s do some soft Thena moment :)

Thena sat back with a sigh, finally done with her paperwork for the day. There were some rather big deals coming through and she had a little extra workload for it. But it would be a very lucrative investment for her business once they were done with it.

Gil had been patiently waiting for her to be done with her work so they could spend some time together.

She still didn't think it was good for his business - or his image - to always be hovering around her. But she had, at least, stopped trying to argue him out of it. It didn't do any good, anyway.

"Gil?" she called softly, standing from her desk chair, "I'm done."

No response.

"Gil?" she asked again, a faint clench in her chest as she wondered if maybe he was a little mad at her for making him wait around so long. She wasn't the one who asked him to!

Gil was asleep, stretched out on her work couch and so out of it he was drooling a little.

Thena rolled her eyes at her terrifying Tyrant King--sleeping like a baby. She walked over to him, pulling his pocket square from his suit jacket to wipe off the corner of his mouth. "Helpless thing."

Gil barely even stirred as she lifted his head to place it in her lap.

The Ice Queen settled herself on the couch next to him, running her fingers through his hair and pulling out a book she only ever read in solitude. She was working on her Korean.

She hadn't exactly told Gil explicitly that she was learning it, nor did she have any desire. And most certainly she hadn't spoken any to or even around him, yet. But she thought it was important to have some in her vocabulary. It was good business, of course.

It wasn't in case she ever had to meet his family for herself--certainly not so that if she ever saw the Little Heiress again she could tell her off in her own language.

It certainly wasn't because she had assumed that Gil's family would demand to have a traditional Korean wedding ceremony, regardless of what their own plans were.

If she had ever considered things like that, which she wasn't, really.

Thena's eyes left her vocabulary book and drifted down to the Tyrant King himself. He was blissfully asleep with his head on her thighs. She looked down to the open collar of his white shirt, allowing the edges of his tattoo sleeves to peek out. She looked down at his hand resting on his chest, rising and falling slowly and steadily.

Thena slid her hand under his and lifted it gently, careful not to wake him. She held the hand, turning it faintly under the light to examine the tattoo on his ring finger. It was visibly newer than the rest of the sleeve encroaching down the back of his hand. It was also fairly intricate, featuring some kind of design rather than being a solid band of ink. She pulled it closer.

It was the pattern that was woven into her lace shawl.

He must have drawn it out for his tattoo artist to render it--and in such a small form.

Gil turned over and Thena gently laid his hand down again, brushing her hand over his forehead to keep him in his state of slumbering. It seemed to work as he shifted, only so he could snuggle his face into her dress.

Thena sighed, allowing him the indulgence only while he was asleep and they were alone.

"Boss?"

Thena paused for a moment. She could debate not answering, which would send Kingo away without a second thought to why she hadn't responded. And if it were truly important, the information would get to her one way or another.

"Come in."

"Hey, I--oh," Kingo blinked and yet didn't seem particularly surprised by the body of the Tyrant King himself residing in her lap. "Sorry to interrupt."

Thena just glared at him, her hand on Gil's forehead, "what is it?"

"I just wanted to tell you that the deal in Seychelles went through," Kingo said softly, kneeling down to the armrest of the couch with the file. "I'm putting the paperwork through and we'll see our turn of the profit within the week."

"Thank you."

Kingo looked up at the Ice Queen and then down to the man in her lap and back up again. "You smile more when he's around."

"Shut up."

"I mean it," Kingo smiled at his boss and frankly one of his oldest friends. This wasn't his teasing grin or a shit-eating smirk he got when he was proven right about something. This was Kingo and Thena. "You're happier with him."

Thena looked down at Gil, sighing as she smoothed over his hair again, "maybe."

"it's a good thing," Kingo patted the sofa armrest before standing again, "all I'm saying."

Thena smiled at him before he saw himself out to complete the work day. He was right, and she was entirely too aware of it. She was happier with Gil--she was a little too happy, maybe frighteningly happy. But she wasn't sure what she was supposed to do about that when he did things like this.

Or when he started keeping lilies on his desk because he said they reminded him of her perfume. Or when he took care of her when she was bedridden or even when he was naming fish he'd bought after her. How was she supposed to resist loving him like that?

Thena set her book aside. Her mind wasn't geared for learning at the moment anyway. She continued to pet his hair idly, both for his comfort and hers. The other hand undid one more shirt button and slipped inside so she could feel his heartbeat against her palm.

That steady rhythm was a promise, and a comfort, and a vow, and her favourite song. It was the same beat of her own silly little heart.

"Hey."

"Hey," she smiled in an unusually soft way--in an unusually soft moment. She tilted her head, her hair pooling around him on her lap. "Enjoy your little nap?"

"I am now," he grinned up at her, happily shimmying his shoulders against her legs. "How long was I out?"

"Not long." Not that she would have told him even if he had been asleep for ages. "I just sat down."

"Then maybe you should lie down too," he suggested eagerly, his eyes brightening at the very notion.

"Some of us know better than to nap on stiff work furniture."

"It's comfortable enough for us to-"

Thena leaned down, pressing her lips to his before he could complete that thought. He happily abandoned it in favour of kissing her.

[pix4japan]

Sunken Hearth at Teahouse (Hakone, Kanagawa Prefecture, Japan)

The Amazake-chaya Teahouse has retained its charm dating back to the early 1600s. The entrance still has the hard earthen floor where wooden tables and chairs are made available for guests.

Farther back are the more traditional woven straw tatami mats where guests sit on the mats and enjoy their drinks and food on knee-high tables.

The centerpiece of the interior is the irori (open sunken hearth), which has a unique figure-8 shape (typical irori are square or rectangular) surrounded by beautiful hardwood flooring.

In this shot, you can also see the jizaikagi—a contraption that includes a pothook attached to a rope that runs through a bamboo pole and extends up to the ceiling timber directly over the irori. The height of the pothook can be changed to adjust the temperature of the food or liquid in the pot.

Irori were common in the main living room of traditional Japanese homes where wood, charcoal, or even coal was burned. Upper-class homes would have had an additional irori in the tea ceremony room where smokeless charcoal was used.

Irori also provided homes with some lighting at night, heat for the main room, and could be used to dry wet laundry, cook food, boil water, and to dry fish and fruit.

Smoke from the irori, specifically the tar in the smoke, was also an essential component for preserving the structural integrity of thatched-roof buildings. While the heat from the irori drew moisture from the building’s timbers and thatched roof to prevent rot and mold, the tar from the smoke would coat and permeate the wooden beams and underside of the thatched roof helping to further prevent mold and rot, and was especially effective at repelling pests, and added an extra layer of waterproofing against rain and snow.

Fujifilm X100V (23 mm) with 5% diffusion filter ISO 3200 for 1/4 sec. at ƒ/2.0 Astia/Soft film simulation

[a-elf-not-a-chocolate-company]

❛  let's go outside and dance in the rain.  ❜

@melino-arafinwion

Lindor glanced outside the window and then back at the blonde "Well it is raining, and I do technically dance but I am the entertainment dear darling I am the music not the person who enjoys and dances to the melodies strung by the poets and I do not dance without them, besides do you not think you should buy a man a drink before asking them to dance, besides if it is strung by other poets it does strum my strings as well as my own woven tales of song" Lindor said with a slight grin as he fell back onto a chair and crossed his legs

"Last I checked of elven romance traditions dancing is a rather intermate affair if it is danced with another especially in the rain it could be seen as a courting jester and yet you haven't even asked this poor bard to dinner or a drink, I know I am want to let traditions slide but in this scenario i do not think I will" Lindor said leaning his hand on his hands and raising an eyebrow to the still standing elf gesturing to the seat

"Unless of course you wish to get the drinks before sitting down" Lindor mused light heartedly

[sraddhasen12]

How To Enhance Your Mood With Natural Interior Design

Incorporating natural elements into our living spaces easily creates a calming atmosphere. Even if you're unconvinced, just go for a stroll in nature and you'll soon understand how it feels to appreciate the peace. As a result of the pandemic, home interior designs that focus on highlighting sustainability and innovation are becoming trendy now more than ever. Realizing beauty by bringing nature inside is one way to experience attentive beauty indoors safely within your own environment. Below are some examples.

It Is Versatile To Apply Natural Interior Design

Using nature as interior design elements not only adds rustic feel to spaces but are great resources. The brick wall stands out but you can paint it if needed and the look still has a cozy feeling. Wood is reliable and resilient, therefore helps homeowners in being sustainable. Furthermore, external styling of natural wood with oriental cement carving exhibits minimalism emphasizing on simplicity and genuineness.

Interior Design With Natural Light Is Illuminating

Using the ever-abundant resource we have from Mother Nature, natural light, is the most exhilarating aspect of employing a natural design within your space. Not only will it brighten up a room but display decoration pieces to an advantage while concurrently impacting emotion and inspiring the occupation ambience. Delving into architectural specifics, a sunny backdrop transforming an eating area combined with circulation will momentarily substitute traditional forms of décor shopping.

It Is Comfortable And Organic To Have Natural Modern Interior Design

Interiors crafted from natural materials such as bamboo, elm, wicker, rugs and even seagrass creatively blended with minimalistic modern lines create an organic modern home design. This unique style optimizes rugged properties yet results in a naturally invigorating and striking atmosphere. A spot lit bamboo center table gracefully accents this modernized décor.

Greening Up Your Interior With Natural Plants

NASA has found that indoor plants can eliminate up to 87% of contaminants in the air every day. Having natural green plants inside your home is a beneficial and inventive way to show off a decorative statement. Containers, including terrariums, pretty mini parties or dangling holders, can be utilized in crafting an eco-friendly vibe with style. If you desire something even loftier, utilizing tall green leaves and climbing climbers form a beautiful backdrop in any home. You don’t have wait until December.

Ethereal and earthy, natural elements are a great choice for interior design

Adding in décor elements inspired by nature can give your abode a trendy yet rustic feel. Pairing earth tones in bohemian or rural settings is desirable when using natural states such as woven rattan lighting and existing plants. Utilizing lightweight unit, such as chairs or baskets created of rattan make showcasing natural motifs even easier. Taking initiative to embody this styli outlook sets a powerful impression, like with the Traditional interior design technique used for bedrooms specifically.

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Elevate Your Dining Space with WeDezine: 10 Stunning Design Ideas

At WeDezine, we believe that your dining room is more than just a place to share meals—it's where you create lasting memories with family and friends. A well-designed dining room can transform your home, making every meal a special occasion. Whether you’re looking to refresh your space or embark on a complete redesign, WeDezine has the inspiration and expertise to help you achieve your dream dining room. Here are 10 stunning design ideas to elevate your dining area, brought to you by WeDezine:

1. Embrace Modern Minimalism with WeDezine

Discover the beauty of simplicity with WeDezine’s modern minimalist approach. Create a serene dining environment using a neutral color palette—whites, grays, and beiges—to keep things light and airy. Opt for sleek furniture with clean lines, such as a minimalist dining table and chairs. WeDezine’s expert designers recommend integrating hidden storage solutions like built-in cabinets to maintain an uncluttered space. Elevate the look with a statement light fixture from our curated collection, which can serve as the focal point of your room without overwhelming it.

2. Create a Cozy Rustic Retreat with WeDezine

Transform your dining room into a cozy rustic retreat with WeDezine’s design expertise. Embrace the charm of reclaimed wood dining tables and comfortable, upholstered chairs. Enhance the warmth with our selection of woven placemats and chunky knit throws. Our design team can help you incorporate architectural elements like exposed beams or a stone fireplace, adding to the rustic ambiance. Choose from our range of vintage-inspired lighting fixtures to create a welcoming atmosphere perfect for intimate gatherings.

3. Incorporate Bold Colors and Patterns with WeDezine

Bring your dining room to life with bold colors and patterns, curated by WeDezine. Our designers can help you select vibrant rugs, striking feature walls, or eye-catching wallpaper that make a statement. Balance these dynamic elements with neutral furniture to keep the space harmonious. WeDezine’s collection includes a variety of patterned cushions, colorful vases, and unique tablecloths to tie the room together. Let us help you create a dining area where every meal is a celebration of style.

4. Opt for Classic Elegance with WeDezine

For a timeless dining room that exudes sophistication, turn to WeDezine’s classic elegance designs. Choose a traditional wooden dining table with intricate carvings, paired with matching chairs featuring classic upholstery. Our exclusive selection of crystal chandeliers and luxurious fabrics for window treatments will enhance the room’s refined atmosphere. Display fine china or silverware in our elegant cabinetry to complete the sophisticated look. With WeDezine, your dining room will be the epitome of grace and tradition.

5. Go for a Contemporary Industrial Look with WeDezine

Achieve the perfect blend of raw and refined with WeDezine’s contemporary industrial designs. Choose a dining table with metal and wood elements, and pair it with vintage-inspired chairs from our curated collection. Our designers can help you incorporate exposed brick walls or concrete flooring to amplify the industrial charm. Complete the look with industrial lighting fixtures and decor items from our selection, which add a dynamic edge to your urban dining space.

6. Introduce a Touch of Glamour with WeDezine

Add a touch of luxury and sophistication to your dining room with WeDezine’s glamorous design elements. Opt for high-gloss or glass dining tables and plush velvet chairs from our exclusive collection. Our range of statement lighting fixtures, including crystal chandeliers and modern metallic pendants, will add sparkle and elegance. Complement your space with metallic accents and rich textures from our decor selection. With WeDezine’s expertise, you can create a dining room that’s both sumptuous and inviting.

7. Create a Farmhouse Vibe with WeDezine

Embrace the cozy charm of farmhouse design with WeDezine. Our team can help you select a large, sturdy dining table with a rustic finish, complemented by comfortable chairs and natural elements like wooden benches. Enhance the farmhouse vibe with our selection of fresh floral arrangements, vintage signs, and antique crockery. Soft textiles such as linen tablecloths and plaid napkins from our collection will add a homey touch. WeDezine makes it easy to create a warm and welcoming dining area perfect for relaxed meals.

8. Design a Chic Scandinavian Space with WeDezine

Achieve the elegant simplicity of Scandinavian design with WeDezine’s help. Start with a light-colored wooden dining table and chairs, focusing on clean lines and minimalist shapes. Our designers will guide you in incorporating subtle pops of color through artwork and decorative accessories. Use natural materials and emphasize natural light to create an airy, open feel. With WeDezine’s curated selection of functional and stylish accessories, you can design a Scandinavian dining room that’s both beautiful and practical.

9. Incorporate Global Influences with WeDezine

Add a touch of international flair to your dining room with WeDezine’s globally-inspired decor. Our experts can help you choose patterned textiles, colorful ceramics, and unique artifacts from various cultures. Mix and match styles and patterns to create a vibrant, eclectic space that reflects diverse influences. With our range of international decor items, your dining room will become a conversation piece, showcasing a blend of global charm and personal style.

10. Focus on Functional Elegance with WeDezine

Combine style and practicality with WeDezine’s focus on functional elegance. Choose dining furniture with smart storage solutions, like tables with built-in drawers or extendable leaves. Our collection includes chairs with additional storage options and elegant cabinetry to keep your dining essentials organized. Select multi-purpose furniture pieces and high-quality materials from WeDezine to ensure both durability and sophistication. Create a dining room that’s as functional as it is beautiful, perfect for everyday use and special occasions.

Ready to transform your dining room? At WeDezine, we’re here to help you every step of the way, from design inspiration to the finishing touches. Explore our curated collections and work with our expert designers to create a dining space that reflects your style and enhances your home. Contact us today to start your design journey with WeDezine!