#nighttime accent table light

[gtfoimrocking]

Front Yard Porch Large trendy stone front porch photo with a fire pit

[bloodstainedlovers]

Front Yard Toronto A large, modern image of a front porch with a stone fireplace

[klausysworld]

this is gonna be a Klaus Mikaelson smut story, i’ve written a fee on wattpad over the years and i’ve read loads on tumblr so i figured couldn’t hurt to write one here.

for warnings i think i’d say

biting (cuz like hybrid so kinda expected)

possessive(marks her + uses possessive terms “mine” “my”)

but all round this is more of a soft!klaus smut

hope it’s alright and id love for some suggestions or whatever u guys think/like/dislike

his lovely girl ;)

i was in the my room finishing my artist research homework for school at my desk when a wave of warmth surrounded me. Two arms caged me and a nose brushed along the side of my head

"you know i could tell you everything you need to know, right love? I'm much better than reading things off of a silly screen hm? plus you get to listen to my voice for hours" klaus's accented voice spoke cockily into my ear sending shivers, that i tried and failed to hide, down my back.

"i think it's best i stick to the sites assigned to learn from" i whispered

"but im much more accurate" he murmured back planting soft kisses behind my ear lightly licking my lobe

"klaus-"

"i thought i said you could call me nik? you're far too special my lovely" heat rose rapidly to my cheeks and my eyes remained stuck to the table. Soft lips pressed into my neck as his hands planted on-top of mine entwining our fingers and playing with them gently

"it's wrong to think of you like that" i merely uttered to myself, breathing out deeply through my nose when i realised he could hear me

"like what hm? what do you think of sweetheart?" his grip tightened then relaxed on my hands and i could feel his body closer pressed against the back of my chair. my mouth gaped slightly as i searched for any words to form

"when do you think of me? morning? or... night? tell me sweet girl what do you think of?" his tongue trailed my neck and light sucking could be felt sending shocks through my blood and a soft whimper escaped muffled as i pressed my teeth into my lower lip

"cmon love you must give me something" i was surely a deep pink if not red by now and my breathing had accelerated

"night" my voice was weak, nervous

his hands held onto mine as he moved them to my lap where he left mine resting before letting go and bringing one of his to the other side of my neck

"do you ever... help satisfy these nighttime thoughts my lovely?" i could hear my heart in my ears as embarrassment crashed over me

"don't get self-conscious on me now lovely. i can assure you that i have the same thoughts and i certainly aid such feelings in ways i seem fit" he turned my head and pecked my lips faintly

my body was grasping at the tingling sensation i barely got to experience

"more" i huffed quietly and he hummed knowingly as he pressed his full ruby lips against my own moving them lovingly as though expressing how much he cared in this action.

his fingers brushed through my hair and his body moved round my chair so he was at my side and he bend down onto his knees tenderly pushing my head to his as he deepened the kiss, our tongues danced and the traces of mint, rich chocolate and coffee threaded together allowing me to savour his taste and bring my hands up to cup them against his face, my thumbs brushing over his stubble.

we both pulled away due to lack of air, i panted lightly as he pressed his forehead to mine

"i want to see" he stated in a hushed tone

my brows pulled together in confusion

"see what?"

"how you satisfy yourself"

i gulped and my face was warm

"i um i don't think i want to…" i could barely say anything and i began to panic

"sh sh okay, can i show you what i think you do instead hm? only if you're comfortable yes?" i sighed in relief

"that sounds better... thank you"

he smiled in return and kissed me quickly but firmly before moving his hands under my thighs and and lifting me up effortlessly. My body was brought to his and my legs automatically wrapped round his hips pressing us against each-other as he carried me over to my bed.

i was placed onto the mattress on my back carefully and i brought my arms up to rest around his neck

"tell me to stop if it's too much okay my love?" his hands worked my shirt and bra off of my upper body and my skirt was lifted above my hips.

his hands cupped my breasts gently and the pads of his thumbs skimmed my nipples. his hips slowly grinded against mine, brushing over my covered clit each time causing ushered moans and whimpers to fall from my mouth. his head dipped and his tongue stroked my nipples enough to peak them. heat flooded me at the feel of his body on mine, his hands caressing me, his mouth loving me.

his index and thumbs began toying with my peaked buds and his head came back towards mine

"i bet you feel your breasts like this don't you? love to imagine how it would feel if it were me?how do you feel sweetheart? do you feel tingly my sweet, sweet girl"

a relatively loud whine escaped me and my head nodded

"can never get myself to feel good enough, need more nik"

klaus sucked softly along my throat, his hands moved and slowly pulled my underwear off my legs and then my skirt leaving me completely bare yet he had not lost a single item of clothing

the overwhelming vulnerability was shining through and i knew he could see it.

it was comforting when he pulled his own shirt and trousers off so he was too almost nude. a kiss to was stomach was awarded and two hands parted my thighs gently.

my breathing was rapid and i clamped my legs closed instantly

"i would never hurt you, especially like this, never like this. you say if you don't like something okay? it'll be alright love, breath" i caught my breath and relaxed my body, my eyes closed shut and my legs fell apart for him. the cool air hitting my glistening core and causing a whine to slip past me

two of his fingertips delicately traced my wetness, my hands gripping the sheets in anticipation and my eyes welded shut

"so bloody lovely, just perfect" he told me while beginning to circle my little clit to stimulate it

"gosh she's sensitive isn't she sweetheart?" he whispered before planting an open mouthed kiss to my lower lips

my gasp sounded through the room and the new feeling

"kl..klaus you don't have t-    oh, oh god nik" without realising i found myself gripping his soft golden locks and pulling his heavenly mouth closer as my hips moved at their own accord as he made out with my most precious area.

moans tumble out of me relentlessly, my back arched and my legs now over his shoulders bringing him somehow closer

a long, ring clad finger brushed my entrance for a few seconds before pushing inside me and starting up a pace to slide in and out of

"christ i can feel you nice and tight around just one finger love, gonna stretch you so good i promise" he muttered and looked down at my swollen clit

"all nice and puffy for me hm? want me to touch her again love?" my nails scratched into his scalp and i forced word's through my sounds of pleasure

"need you to,... please more"

"of course little one, of course" his tongue flicked and played with my extremely sensitive ball of nerves, he slowly added another finger inside me

they gently curled inside me testing my reactions

"more! i need more" my moans were demanding and desperate

"tell me you touch yourself like this hm? do you put your tiny little fingers inside yourself wishing i would fill you up my love?" my walls fluttered around him tightly, a rising overpowering wave of ecstasy waiting for me to give in

"i do nik, i do"

"what do you do?" his thumb rubbed mercilessly at my clit and his fingers became three while moving at an inhuman pace

"t..touch myself" i gasped trying to fight off the sensation built up "touch inside myself an..and wish its you" he groaned resting his head on my stomach unknowingly adding to the pressure and an embarrassingly loud moan sounded through the room

"what would you like lovely?" he asked kissing my lower stomach suggestively

"wan..want your mouth"

"want my mouth? you have my mouth" i could barely get any words formed, my head spinning in pleasure

"on clit need on me now please" just like magic he was instantly replacing his thumb sucking harshly and flicking mercilessly

i clamped around his fingers and my mouth fell agape, eyebrows furrowed together as my high finally washed over me

once completely finished i felt him slowly remove his fingers, knowing how sensitive i am. his tongue lapped at my thighs cleaning me until it was as though it had never happened

"such a good girl aren't you love?" he moved up towards me kissing my forehead and pulling me onto his lap so i was facing him

"yes nik" i mumbled looking up at him through my lashes seeing his eyes go impossibly dark

"such an innocent little thing aren't you? god the things i want to do to your wet little cunt" i mewled in response resting my head onto his chest

"are you too tired love?" he whispered brushing through my hair with his hands.

"wanna have you inside please" i mumbled feeling his hard, covered cock twitch against my bare heat

"alright my love," he lifted my body up to allow himself to free his lower self, it stood tall and proud, thick and hard. beads of cum already gathered at his tip and my eyes watched in curiosity of the taste

"he's all yours love" he whispered still petting my hair

i moved back off of him and in between his legs. my face felt hot and my core ached to have him within me. i slowly and gently wrapped my hand around the middle of his cock, my fingers didn't quite meet around his thickness as i rubbed him steadily. i danced my tongue up one side feeling the veins pressing against me. a low moan left his gorgeous lips and his other hand fell to his side, holding onto the sheets beneath him

"good girl just a little more now okay? can you put the tip in your mouth for me?" i did as i was told and relaxed my lips around his lower head.

"suck a little love, play with your tongue okay" my hand moved to hold his that was clenched around the sheet as i lightly sucked his tip, the little juices giving me a taste of what was to continue. i flicked my tongue over and around him enjoying the moans he would express in gratitude.

"that's it, that's it. can..can you take some more into your mouth sweetheart?" my eyes locked onto his making him groan and squeeze my hand. my gaze still on his, i pushed my head down his length, almost halfway before pulling back up, again two thirds down and back up, his hand in my hair was tangled, gripping aimlessly while his other squeezed mine intime with his moans of pleasure

"christ your such a good girl, such a sweet girl, my lovely girl." in response i forced my head all the way down ignoring how my throat tried to forced him back out as i gagged around him. i attempted to relax my throat and i swallowed around him, this earned a whimper and a light push to my head. i rose back to his tip before creating a rhythm to take him all and toy with his tip, his hand helped guide me and the sinful sounds he released only spurred me on

"love love love, im gonna finish down your throat if you don't let go" i caught his eye again and swallowed around him once,twice,three times before he came in my mouth moaning my name as he did so, our fingers were interlocked and his eyes fell closed. his hips abruptly bucked up a few times riding out his high as i continued to swallow his length.

he carefully lifted my head off of him and checked my face and felt my throat gently with his hand

"anywhere hurt? i won't be mad, let me see if you bruised your throat love" he spoke undeniably soft while smoothing over my face and dotting kisses on my cheeks. i opened my mouth for him and he peaked inside

"love... god you must hurt love im so sorry, i shouldn't have made you do that im sorry" he whispered over and over kissing my lips apologetically and holding me in his strong arms

"you didn't make me nik, i wanted to...i promise... i liked it and it doesn't hurt that much" i rubbed his back soothingly as he buried his head in the crook of my neck

"i knew you'd never done this before, i told you what to do and got you to keep going, i knew it would be too much but i couldn't help myself" he pulled me back into his lap again and held onto me tenderly

"klaus... i kept going because i wanted to and because i liked how it made you feel and me feel... made me tingly nik" my voice lowered towards the end and i grabbed ahold of one of his hands

i guided it down to my upper thighs and let the finger tips dip into the sweet nectar gathered in a pool between them. i could feel his breathing thicken against my skin as i moved myself against his hand

"i need you nik... please don't be sad" he kissed my neck before his head rose to look down at me. his hand tugged up making me let go of his wrist watching as he placed his covered fingers into his mouth, eyes fluttering shut as he sighed through his nose

"i love you y/n, once we do this i will be yours do you understand?" his eyes remained closed and he rested his head against mine

"and i will be yours?" i whisper

"always... is that.. something you might like?" i pressed my lips to his and pulled him closer than possible

"would love to be yours" i mumbled against him.

"im gonna be gentle okay? promise my love" i nodded and calmed myself as i felt his once again hardened cock press against my core. he rubbed it along my wetness a few times purposely knocking my most sensitive part before pushing his way inside me. i was slowly stretched around his unbelievable size and lowered onto him completely. the feeling was foreign and slightly uncomfortable but overall really full, complete.

his hands ran over my backside and across my thighs

"oh you're doing so well my lovely, so well" i wrapped my arms around his neck and hid my face in his shoulder as i shifted a little, testing how the movement felt. when a small spark went off inside me i grinded my hips further. i gasped at the sensation and dug my nails into klaus's back as i moaned out

"good god you feel tight, best little pussy i'll ever have" his hand pet my back, rubbing up and down calmingly.

"need more please! deeper need you deeper!" i cried out and threw my head back as his hips began thrusting up into me hitting places inside me i had no clue existed. pleasure coursed through me and loud moans echoed against the walls of my room along with the heavy pants and niks mewls.

"feel so full klaus... feels so good"

one arm wrapped securely under my arms while the other went into my thighs lifting me, his hips rocked into me at a steady pace, the pure bliss running through me making me shake in ecstasy and yell his name.

"gonna cum for me love? can you squeeze me nice and tight sweet girl?" i nodded rapidly and my body clenched around his, my moans never quit as i released around him. his hips didn't falter once as he continued to hump into me. i whimperer at the sensitivity i felt when his fingers gathered the warmth between us and rubbed at my clit

"my sensitive little pearl hm?" he whispered into my ear sucking on my earlobe and then kissing along my neck.

my third orgasm of the night approached far too quickly, overwhelming me

"cant nik, t..too much" i whined gripping onto his hair and clamping my velvety walls around him

"fuck i know love, it's gonna feel so good in a minute yea? just a minute..." he sighed breathing in our mixed scents. i felt him twitching inside me and his movements became more rapid and harsher, his eyes bleeding into gold and his grip on me slightly bruising

"doin so good gonna fill you up so good, all mine now love.. mine" i moaned out and screamed almost silently as i felt him release inside me, i followed his orgasm quickly panting heavily.

i barely noticed his canines pierce into my neck and release his venom. i cried in half pleasure/half pain as i tried to pry his teeth away

"klaus stop it hurts" i mumbled pushing at his chest. he left my neck and kissed me deeply

"im sorry it stings love, had to mark you up yea? make sure you're mine okay... look so fucking perfect with my mark" i moved my hand to feel the mark, tears stung my eyes at the overwhelming feeling of safety it offered me

"y/n? love? hey no tears... it wasn't meant to hurt that much just a pinch i swear, im sorry love i'll fix it okay?" his hands cupped my face and neck as he brought his head back down to suck the venom out before it settled

"no! i want it, i want it" he paused and kisses it instead before carefully removing himself from inside me and wiping us both down with a warm cloth

"you did so well today my love, so well. such a good little girl aren't you? gonna give you some of my blood to take away any aches or bruises okay?" his bleeding hand was brought up to mine to drink from and i did so willingly.

"love you too nik... always n forever" he smiled brightly and  laid us down on top each-other, he clung to me tightly but gently, keeping me safe and at ease. i loved him. i love him. i will always love him.

please please please let me know what u think

[gh0st1nth3wa11s]

Posting the fic seperate as well!

Heavily inspired by @/feathered-moths-ablaze 's post about Spooker and his feelings about P.I.E. :3

Cw!!/ Alcohol / Suicide mention / Implications of a fight.

Toast groaned, rubbing at his eyes with his thumb and forefinger. The past 3 months had been rough, Ghost had left for 'retirement' as he had called it and soon ran off, not willing to deal with the screaming match he started that night. Toast pulled his hand away, blinking his eyes open to the seemingly blinding light of the sun, eyes trailing around to find Spooker peering over him with that same, damn near, terrified look in his eyes. Toast reached up with a hand and rubbed it across Spookers face to get him back up. "Bloody hell, Spooks, I'm fine." He muttered, british accent much thicker at the rate of his exhaustion, probably still a bit drunk from the night before. Spooker scrunched up his face, taking a step back. "Okay, okay! I just... wanted to make sure you're breathing." Spooker looked over at his boss worriedly, watching him sit up at an attempt to comb his hair back into place. "I wanted to make sure you didn't do anything stupid.. or vomit in your sleep.." Toast rolled his eyes, red, and his eyebags were puffed from what Spooker assumed was crying. "With all of my greatest respect, plonker, I'm not going to kill myself just because Johnny is gone for a while." Toasts voice came out with a hiss, shoving the blankets off of himself. Spooker nodded, cringing at the words that Toast said. He didn't think Toast would do such a thing... but it never truly hurt to be too careful. "Besides you calling me an idiot, I know enough of your past from Ghost and your 'I'm a wonderful British guy with two sets of parents and rich and powerful-'" As Spooker spoke he mimicked Toasts voice, it dropping some and a bad British accent accompanying it. "'I'm British. I drink tea and smoke cigarettes like it's breakfast lunch and dinner-" Spooker stopped the accent but kept his voice low and serious. "But god damn it, Johnny, I know signs when I see them." Spooker stepped back, as if he was bracing for something, for Toast to come at him for speaking back to him. "Fred." Toast started, gently turning around and scanned him up and down. "I.. I apologize." He took a gentle step back, showing Spooker that he wasn't going to yell. He wasn't going to respond the same way Ghost did with Spooker. He turned again, letting Spooker watch him put his robe on over his tank top and over pj pants that were grey, patchwork sewn half hazardly onto them. Ghosts pajamas. He tied it closed, soon glancing at himself in the mirror, eyes flicking to Spooker. "My insomnia is coming back.." Toast commented, pushing his hair out of his face with both hands.

Spooker nodded, busying himself with grabbing the bottles of alcohol that sat around the bed and the beside table, sighing as they clinked together. "Smoke a blunt, have some melatonin." Toast raised his eyebrows. "Did. Did you just tell me to smoke a blunt?" "Yes. yes I did." Toast scoffed, rolling his eyes.

It was a long hours later, Toast had forced himself to sober up to do paperwork, sipping off his flask occasionally. It was nighttime now. He was sitting at the dinner table in HQ, whiskey bottle in hand. Spooker inched his way in, moving around Toast to make dinner. "Where's Chris?" He asked, sitting back down in the kitchen chair, creaking as his weight shifted as he crossed his leg. Toasts left hand found its place on the chairs armrest, tracing the indented wood - Ghost would scratch at the armrest with his fingernail, Ghost had scratched at it so much he needed to sand it down, making the perfect spot for his own thumb to rest. Toast scooted down, pressing his back into the chair as he stretched his legs out, soon crossing them loosely. He held the bottle by the neck, blinking as he forced himself to come back from his own thoughts. "Spooks -" He was cut off as Spooker shushed him harshly, listening to the faint voice-mail from Chris. 'HE'S IN FUCKING SWEDEN! HE'S IN FUCKING SWEDEN! JOHNNY IS- Y'know- for being supposedly 'never off the grid' or whatever he fucking said. He's really good at just FUCKING DISSAPPEARING! I've had my suspicions about that son of-' Spooker hung up, huffing and setting the phone on the counter. "Col' found him, Sweden apparently. He's been at the police station for almost a day now. Surprised they let him use their EQ even after he quit and joined us." Toast nodded, setting the whiskey bottle down on the table and his hand soon found his pocket, pulling out his case of cigarettes. It was a metallic blue with his initials engraved on the front of it. Toast flicked it open, pulling one from its spot and snapped it closed again. "Damn, I didn't know he pocketed that much money on the way out." He hummed, tapping the cigarette filter against the table, packing the tobacco tighter in it. "Yeah. That's like. at least a thousand.. for a ticket there, and then the money change.. and .. yeah.." Toast looked over at Spooker, watching him trail off. Spooker was biting at his left dimple piercing. Toast watched the star spin against Spookers cheek. "Whats eating you?" He mumbled, lighting the cigarette.

Spooker shifted, crossing his arms. He closed himself off. "Ah nothin'..." He muttered, Turing to the stove to put the food on low heat. "Ginger.." Toast started, soon causing Spooker to turn around and lesn against the warm stove. "Talk to me. after all this I can't keep constantly speaking like a rubbish man and let you sit here and not speak at all-" Toast rambled slightly, "You let me faff off half the bloody time-"

Spooker sighed loudly, causing Toast to cut himself off. He cleared his throat and turned his attention back to Spooker.

"I don't.. think you guys like me, " Spooker moved his head down, avoiding eye contact now. "Just, I know that you've told me it's just how Ghost is. But I can't help but think you feel the exact same way about me. I have been thinking a lot about what Ghost has said in the past.. what he said to me during him leaving. That.. I think is what hit me the most. the whole "Get your hands off me it's not like you contributed anything like I have to this company!' " Spooker waved his hands, mimicking Ghosts body movement from the moment, micking the venom too. Toast nearly choked on his whiskey at the last bit. "When the bloody hell did he say that-?" Spooker looked up at him for a moment. "You didn't hear that?" "I guess not- I must have been half sloshed by then." The ginger nodded looking away. "Yeah, and just... that hasn't sat with me right.. and I've kinda let it take over my head- I.. uh." He paused, "I'm going to turn in my letter of resignation after things calm down."

Toast put his hand on his chest. "The Fuck?-" He snapped for a moment, shrinking in his chair as he saw Spooker flinch. "Fuck, 'M sorry Fred." He started, taking a moment to collect his thoughts. "I'm not going to tell you no about turing in your letter of resignation." Toasts voice shifted, seemingly more sober - a voice he would use on phone calls and in pre-mission prep talks. "But I will advise against it fully. I apologize for not making it seem like you are fully initiated in the team." Spooker squinted at him. "How did you know about tha-" He stopped talking as Toast held up a finger. "I apologize for Johnny's behavior as well, that isn't polite of him, and im sorry that I didn't step in to catch this behavior prior to these events." Toast knew he couldn't comment much on Ghosts behavior, he could barely get a wrangle on the smaller man when he was upset. "I do like you." He said simply, finally drawing from the smoke that had been burning away in his hand. Speaking again quietly. "I don't know why he speaks like that.. he likes you too, it's just how he is. he's scared of letting people in and doesn't know how to do it in a safe manner." He said, letting his hand with the cigarette rest against the table. "You've been a great contribution to this team, even if no one has told you that enough. Your great at fixing technology and taking over stressful situations. You quickly became the token mom friend of the group and stop us dead in our tracks to help clean a wound. You do wonders at picklocking, hell. surprisingly your good with hand to hand combat. I also... gave you I think, a 2 dollar raise for these past few months. For an extra thank you for dealing with me and staying by my side. You're a wonderful person Fred. I understand if you would like to leave, I just hope your next job will be as much fun and chaos like this one." Toast stood up, switching his cigarette to his non-dominate hand, holding his right one out to shake Fred's hand. "I want to apologize for my own behavior as well, you shouldn't need to babysit me like you have. But i appreciate it greatly nonetheless. You are a wonderful, wonderful ginger bloke. I am absolutely chuffed to bits to have had you as a member of P.I.E. I am sorry that this job here wasn't as good as we had planned it to be." Toast smiled warmly, hoping there wasn't too much pain showing in his eyes. Spooker just stood there, looking at Toast flabbergasted. "Fre-" Toasts words were cut off as Spooker had jumped up to hug him, his grip tight. Toast wrapped his arms around Spooker tightly, feeling him heave slightly from a soft sob. "Oh spooks.." He said gently. His hand reaching off from Spookers back to the knob on the stove to turn the burner off - soon returning to Spookers back. Spooker rested his head on Toasts shoulder, sniffing softly. "Fuck... sorry sorry.." He muttered, going to pull away but Toast hugged him tighter. "You're fine, just stay a moment.." He said, resting his head on top of Spookers.

Spooker took a moment, Toast reeked of tobacco and whiskey. Spooker knew damn well he still reeked of that paprika he had spilled all over himself earlier. He pulled back finally, sniffling as he wiped his nose with his sweater. "Ugh.." He muttered. "Thank you... I'll reconsider my resignation letter, boss.." "Johnathan." Toast corrected gently. "Or John, Johnny, I don't mind what you call me, but boss is work only." He joked. Spooker smiled, nodding. "Okay John.-" He shook out his hands, bracelets making a small noise. "Euugh! that's so weird to call you by your name now! that'll take forever for me to get used too." He said playfully.

Spooker turned back to the spaghetti, plucking the lid off of it. He grabbed the spoon, stirring it slowly. It was wonderful to have that weight off his shoulders, it had stressed him out so so much for the past few months. Maybe once this all calms down with P.I.E. maybe he won't quit, he'll stay. He couldn't think of another job that would be even a slim close to how cool this one was. They catch ghosts for christ's sake. Spooker was grinning at this point, aware that Toast was watching over his shoulder that whole time.

The harsh knock on the door made both of their heads shoot up. Toast made the move to the door and Spooker moved to begin to make plates for the three of them.

Toast whipped open the door, grunting softly as Chris shoved his way past Toast and set his bags on the kitchen table. He reached into one of them, pulling out a bag of Evidenve from the police station he was just at. "Johnathan." Toast peered over at Chris with the bloody hunting knife in the evidence bag. His eyes widened, taking a small step back into the living room. "Oh fuck me!" He exclaimed. "You have so much explaining to do John." Chris hissed. Spookee stood there, two plates in hand and listened to the other people bicker. "Hey guys.. guys-" He rolled his eyes, raising his voice. "HEY! Shut up, sit down and eat dinner." He barked, the two men obliged, arms crossed as they sat across from one another. Spooker gave them their plates, and a can of soda to thr both of them "Its spaghetti, but I used leftover bacon grease to cook the sausage and the scraps of bacon are in it too." He walked back over and grabbed his own, standing between them, by the side of the table. "There are orange and red peppers in it as well as mozzarella cheese, and some Colby jack as well. Be civil until the both of you are done, yes that also counts if the other wants seconds.." He glanced between the two of them, smiling softly. "Mom energy." Chris mumbled, Toast nodding in agreement.

[dearmailman]

Hi I was wondering if I could request Eddie helping a regressed reader, who uses a pacifier,with nightmares? (I don’t mind what you write)

Thank you 😊

Hello there, I apologize that this is fairly short! Inspiration has been tough this past week. I do hope it’s still comforting and kind to you!

Outside it’s nighttime- a time for both fear and sleep to you and your neighbors. Lately though, you can’t seem to separate the two. Without warning you’re wrenched from terrible images and into the darkness of the real world.

Sitting up with a start, you clutch at the blankets of Eddie and Frank’s guest room bed. Your heart pounds wildly, and nearly as soon as you realize you’re awake, you regress. You can’t help it, curling up and sucking on your thumb as you try to breathe slowly. The images of your nightmares still feel so real, pressing against the back of your eyes when you close them.

Eddie and Frank are your caretakers & best friends, and you spend the night so often the guest room has your own blankets from home on it. Right now though, the room feels empty and void, the darkness pressing down from every side.

Bravely, yet with tears in your eyes, you stand up and inch your way to the door. Your footsteps tremble, so regressed and afraid it’s hard to make your way. You want your caretakers though, and fearfully hurry yourself through the dark hall.

Eddie and Frank’s room is less dark, the nightlight sending warm yellow light across the floor as you creep towards the bed. Eddie’s side of the bed faces the door, so you nudge at his back, trying so hard not to cry yet. Eddie lets out a snort as he wakes up, blinking at you confusedly for a moment.

“Well hi, Reader. Y’ alright? It’s real late, innit?” His accent is even thicker than usual due to how sleepy he is. When his eyes focus, he sees your terrified face, looking pale and small in the low light. “Woah, hey now- Hey what’s wrong?”

He sits up and immediately pulls you into his lap on the bed. You bury into his chest and let out a quiet sob. He shushes at you, his hand cradling the back of your head.

“Ah, neighbor, love, it’s all okay! Hey, y’ want your paci? I got it in the drawer right here.” He reaches to his bedside table and digs around, not letting go of you. Finding it, he coaxes it into your mouth and you begin stimming with it as you hide your face in him. He’s warm and smells like vanilla and craft glue - the smell is such a comfort ever since the two began caring for you.

“Too small to tell me what happened, sweet?” He brushes his fingers through your hair worriedly, frowning softly.

“Nightmares,” you whimper around your pacifier.

“Nightmares? Aw, sweet, they can’t get ya here! I’d fight ‘em off with a broom! Uh- they’re not here thought, right?”

You giggle, despite it all, clutching his sleep shirt. “No, they live in sleep world!”

“Oh, good,” he says, genuinely sounding relieved. “You faced ‘em all by yourself? Phew you’re a mighty bit brave, for a little neighbor!”

You shake your head against him, making yourself small. “Not brave… got scared!”

“It’s okay to be scared! It doesn’t mean y’r any less brave, little one.” He pulls you to him and you rest on his shoulder softly, wrapped around him like a baby koala. “I get spooked by things all the time, heck! There was the mouse in the office just last week for one - we don’t need to talk about that though,” he adds hurriedly. It makes you laugh again, and he pulls back to smile at you, warm and bright enough to light the room up.

“Don’t want to sleep…” you sigh. Sleep is where the fear is still waiting to snatch you away, and you don’t want it to happen.

“Even if I let you scooch in here between me and Mr. Mom?” Eddie pulls out an old nickname to cheer you up, one of the first things you could panickedly think of to call Frank on the first day they helped caretake for you. It was so silly both of you froze and then laughed yourselves right out of regression time. Frank likes it though, when it’s used to be funny.

“Can I really?”

Eddie foregoes an answer and instead picks you up like you weigh nothing, setting you down on the space between their sleeping sides. He tucks you in gently, planting a kiss on your forehead. As you settle, Frank shifts and turns over in their sleep, their arm falling across your chest.

“See? Even asleep we always take care of you!” He settles in beside you, also draping an arm over you. You’re completely protected by their bodies on both sides. It feels warm, safe, soft. No wonder their house sometimes feels more like home than your own - with these two looking out for you it’s like nothing in the world could harm you.

“Get some more rest, love… Mr. dad and Mr. mom love you - no matter what!” He gives the side of your head an affectionate kiss, pulling the three of you closer together with his big, warm arms. “I’ll even make orange juice before work if y’ wake up soon enough. Never forget that we care about you - I care about you. And no silly nightmares can ever change that!”

[alwritey-aphrodite]

hiiii! for the 7 days of valentines, can you do prompt 2 (gorgeous) with jake lockley?

thank you 💘

7 Days of Valentines

Jake Lockley was a tough man. He could count the amount of times he’s smiled on one hand. Really, it’s not his fault, with how little he’s fronted until recently. It’s not as though he had much of a chance to explore the world, find out what he likes, find out what makes him smile.

Now that Steven and Marc are aware of him, he fronts more often. He’s still a little hesitant, nervous to waste precious time and take away hours from Steven and Marc. Even though they’ve told him time and time again that they don’t mind, that he has a right to front just like they do, he prefers to keep himself hidden until nighttime or emergencies.

Tonight, he’s found a bar, a hidden little room with dark lights and rock music pumped in through the speakers. It’s not very crowded, so he finds a spot at the bar to relax for a few minutes and have a drink before he goes back home and lets Steven watch that new documentary he’s been rambling about for weeks.

Then, you stumble up to the bar.

“Stupid fucking shoes,” you huff, sitting yourself at the stool nex to Jake’s. You turn to him and smile, “I swear I’m not plastered, these are just new.”

He’s really not sure how to respond, so he just glances down at your shoes before looking up at you with a small, awkward smile. Steven and Marc are both trying to coach him, but Jake tries to drown them out.

Instead of returning to the table you’d been at, one that’s crowded and noisy and full of people you don’t really care for, you stay seated at the bar next to that quiet man. You try a few times to have a conversation, but it always ends up with you talking and him listening or adding in one word here and there.

After a while, and a few more drinks, you turn yourself to face him fully.

“Am I bothering you? ‘Cause I can always go back over there,” you gesture vaguely towards a crowded corner of the room, but Jake’s already shaking his head.

“You can stay. I don’t mind.”

“Well, thank you very much,” you reply, trying your best to imitate his thick, New York accent, but it comes out more like a cartoony gangster.

Jake’s not sure what to think. That was the most he’s said to you all night. Were you making fun of him? Should he leave? Were you trying to be funny? Should he laugh? You’re laughing, and then you lean over and place a hand on his arm. It’s warm, even through his jacket.

“I’m just fuckin’ with you, I like your voice. I could listen to you talk for hours and hours and hours.” Sure, you’re a little buzzed, and sober you would never make fun of someone like that, but you’re being honest. You like this mystery man and his thick accent, you like that stupid little hat he hasn’t taken off, you like his profile and his jawline and his nose.

Maybe you’ve got a little bit of a crush on him.

At your admission of liking his voice, Jake feels heat rising in his skin, and he’s praying that the bar is dark enough that you can’t notice. Marc and Steven are both egging him on, trying to get him to ask you out.

“I’m Jake,” he says instead.

You give him your name, and hold out your hand to shake, “It’s very nice to meet you Jake.”

[execprodoflawandorderdickwolf]

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[mamgt]

Vertigo

Chapter 5: Come To An End

Table of Contents

[Author's Note] There is depiction of attempted sexual assault/sexual assault. It's not detailed but I've marked the part of the story with ++++++ before and after it, so please do skip it if you will be triggered or feel uncomfortable with it.

People put a lot of pressure on firsts. First birthday, first words, first steps, first time on an airplane, first time riding a bike, first time being on your own, first time driving, first time on a rollercoaster, first concert. They were supposed to be these monumental things that lingers, permeates, and stays in your memories because they matter. Because you can always go back to the first time you did something or had something. First car, first love, first heartbreak, first kiss.

Jimin, like any hopeless romantic, thought his first kiss would mean something. He thought he would get it at the age of 12 after watching Little Manhattan. When that didn’t happen, he thought he would get it at 16, just like all the characters in the shows and movies he watched. When at 25, the boy he thought would give him his first kiss had instead run circles around him and confused him to no end only for said boy to run back to his ex-girlfriend, Jimin he had enough. Even Drew Barrymore’s character in Never Been Kissed got kissed at 25. But when he turned 26, still with virgin lips, Jimin was seething. He didn’t want the perfect kiss anymore. He just wanted to be kissed. Period. 

He was, in short, desperate. 

The funny thing about life is that sometimes, when you’ve given up, that’s when things start to fall into place. And even though Jimin had given up his fantasy of a kiss that would change him, a first kiss that mattered, his first kiss still mattered and did in fact change him. 

Just not in the way he thought he would be changed. Not in the way that he finally found the love of his life. Not in the holding-hands-into-the-sunset-until-the-credits-rolled. Not in the everything-makes-sense-now. But in the way that he had let himself do things he wouldn’t normally do like dye his hair blonde. Or get piercings, two on each of his ears, and contemplating on getting a fifth one. 

It’s like the experience, although mostly unconscious and rushed, had opened a gate for him. If he can kiss strangers, he can do almost anything. And he wants to know how far he can go. That’s why on a bright, sunny, afternoon he’s sitting in a tattoo parlor with Taehyung who doesn’t even plan on getting a tattoo. The same way he didn’t plan on getting piercings but happily accompanied Jimin anyways. He even helped Jimin pick out his earrings after and it was a unanimous decision that the silver ones looked best. But not in the same way that he had told Jimin he was just coming with him to the salon only to find him later strapped to a chair, impulsively coloring his hair a solid red. It suited him though. 

They were talking noisily in the small waiting room that smelled like a spa which, Jimin supposes and tells Taehyung, is meant to calm you down either as the person getting the tattoo, or the person waiting, hearing the buzzing of the gun from behind the light purple curtain. The place was mostly white, with a light wood accents on the reception table and waiting chairs. There were a few framed photos of tattoo artist’s work. All different styles from delicate strokes of flowers to hardcore big ones like a lion that looked like it was going to jump from the skin it was tattooed on. It wasn’t what Jimin had expected a tattoo parlor would look like as the movies showed it but Taehyung supplies that it’s probably because Jimin was too excited and couldn’t wait until nighttime to get his tattoo. It might have looked different in the night.

“There’s those neon light on the ceilings, Jimin-ah.” Taehyung points upwards and Jimin’s gaze follows. 

“You’re right, it probably looks different in the night.” Jimin says just as the buzzing of the gun stopped. They hear a muffled conversation and some movement behind the curtain. Then it swings open to show the artist, pulling out his gloves and typing something on the tablet that was left on the reception table. His presence makes Jimin and Taehyung stop talking. The artist looked like an Adonis. He had broad shoulders and a small waist, wearing a black tanktop that showed off his muscular arms with one arm completed covered in tattoos. Jimin wants to say he’s staring because he’s fascinated by all the art of his arm but there were other things too like his chest that was well sculpted. He was playing with his lip ring as he typed away on the tablet with furrowed brows that were framed by his mullet. 

They’ve probably already committed a crime by staring too long but the artist seems unfazed. Their gazes only leave him when the client comes out as well, which only emphasized how god-like the artist was. The client looked like he worked an office job. He was tall and lanky with sharp features. He wore a jacket over his plain shirt and had on slacks so Jimin couldn’t tell where he put his tattoo which is perfect. Jimin also doesn’t want his first tattoo to be easily seen. Maybe his third one. He’ll make it more visible. But for this first one, it’s just for him. 

The man pays for the service and then bows. Once he’s walked out and whatever the artist was typing away in the tablet was done, he looks at both Jimin and Taehyung, which startles them both because he’s eyes looked like it held galaxies. 

“Which one of you is Park Jimin?”

Jimin raises his hand as Taehyung points at him. 

The artist nods and says, “I’m Jungkook. I’ll be your tattoo artist for today. First time?”

Jimin nods. 

Jungkook presses things on his tablet again and then lifts it up to show Jimin the design he had sent when he booked this session. 

“It’s this one right? Do you already know where you want it?”

“Uhm…” Jimin touches the area where his ribs are, “...here.”

Jungkook nods. Their interaction is so tense and Jimin doesn’t know why. Maybe it’s the lack of words coming from Jungkook or all the excitement Jimin had felt suddenly turned into fear. Regardless, he was shaking his leg up and down now and wonders if it’s too late to back out. 

“I’ll just prepare the set-up and I’ll call you in.” Jungkook calls Jimin and then turns to Taheyung, “You can stay inside and watch if you like.” Then, he walks behind the curtain.

Taehyung beams and then whispers to Jimin, “I wonder what he looks like at night.” Jimin nudges him with his elbow and scowls. 

He loudly whispers, “Behave.” To which Taheyung mouths, “He’s hot.”

Jimin mouths back, “I know.”

“Jimin-ssi, you can come in now.”

“And me right?” Taehyung asks as he stands. Jungkook nods. 

When they’re all behind the curtain, Jimin sees a black lounging chair and a stool with wheels, which is probably where Jungkook stays. There’s another chair the back corner where Taehyung, without being told, moves to sit down, a smile still plastered on his face.

“Your shirt.” Jungkook says.

“My shirt?” Jimin asks.

“Take it off.”

“Why?”

Jungkook furrows his brows.

“Ah yeah, for the ta-” Jimin mumbles as he takes his shirt off, “ta-tattoo. Right. Yes.” He hears Taehyung snicker and he shoots daggers at him with his eyes but it doesn’t stop him. He just covers his face. Jimin rolls his eyes and moves to lie down of the lounging chair. He feels very vulnerable being topless in front of a very beautiful man who reaches out and touches the area beneath his chest which sends instant goosebumps on his skin.

“Here, right?”

“Yes…” Jimin says but it comes out as a whisper. 

“Okay, “ Jungkook takes his hand off Jimin and tinkers around with his tools, wearing a new pair of gloves. He seats himself on the stool and then says, “Let me know if it gets too painful. We can take breaks, especially since this one’s big.”

“That’s what he said,” Taehyung says and Jimin whines.

“Tae, you’re staying outside!” Jimin says as he sits up and throws his hands at the direction of the waiting room. 

“No! I promise! That was the last!”

“Are you guys together?” Jungkook asks.

“NO!” They say it at the same time and a bit too loud, eyes both blown wide. 

Jungkook simply nods, looking from Taehyung to Jimin.

“Okay, well let me know if you’re ready to start.”

“I’m ready.” Jimin says as he settles himself again on the lounge chair. 

It comes as a shock to everyone that Jimin didn’t ask for any breaks even though Jungkook kept asking him every now and then. Jimin, surprising himself as well, finds that the pain is tolerable. He can feel it and he knows a needle with ink is being punctured into his skin, but he doesn’t mind. Maybe it was the spa smell helping him along. Or that the buzz somehow lulls him and makes him empty his mind. The only time they had to pause was so that Jimin could change positions to lie on his side so that Jungkook could finish the rest of the tattoo that climbed up on to the side of his ribs.

When he was done and patched up, Jungkook told him that it was weird that he hadn’t taken any breaks. 

“You know the ribs are the most painful part right?”

“Yeah,” Jimin shrugs. “I did some research on it but I really wanted it there.”

Jungkook nods. Jimin’s starting to get used to his silence. It was unnerving at first but it’s probably more because he looked too pretty ot be real. Now, it just feels calming. Like he’s always contemplating about things. Absorbing things. After a beat, he nods towards the full length mirror.

“Go check it out.”

Jimin stands and he can already see it from afar. The words etched on his skin. He breaks out into a wide smile.

“I love it.” He touches the areas around it. His skin still a little red. 

“You have a very high pain tolerance.” Jungkook comments without looking at him. He’s removing his gloves and fixing his set-up, closing the ink jars he had used and wiping down some of his equipment. 

“Thanks, I guess?” Jimin says to Jungkook’s reflection in the mirror. 

Taehyung slides up next to him and says, “But a very low tolerance for alcohol. Am I right?”

“Shut up!” But Jimin’s smiling. 

“It really looks good, Jimin-ah.” Taehyung admires, holding Jimin’s shirt out to him.

“Do you plan on getting more, Jimin-ssi?” Jungkook asks, watching their reflections in the mirror. Jimin turns to him and catches the way Jungkook looks at Jimin up and down. Maybe wondering where else Jimin would put a tattoo.

“Yeah…but not anytime soon. I want to uhm…enjoy this one first?”

Jungkook nods and locks his eyes with him. He crosses his arm and leans his hip on the table. 

“Well, I hope you won’t let anyone else do your tattoos.”

“I won’t.”

꩜꩜꩜

Everybody thinks that Yoongi’s first heartbreak was Chaeyoung. 

The truth is Yoongi’s first heartbreak was his father. Ripping up his music sheets. 

He wasn’t even mad at Yoongi. It was spur of the moment, something he could grab hold to when he was once again arguing with Yoongi’s mother. Yoongi was too young to know that it wasn’t his fault. That their difference, the gaping hole that came between them, was something that existed even before Yoongi came. He was just collateral damage. He was just at the wrong place at the wrong time. 

But when you’re blinded by anger, whatever even triggered you doesn’t matter. It didn’t matter that Yoongi didn’t even choose to do piano lessons. It wasn’t his intention to like the hobby his mother put him in. It wasn’t his fault he had fell in love with the way he could create something out of nothing by just pressing the right combination of keys. 

It was the first time that it was hammered into his soft heart that love hurt. 

But it wouldn’t be the last. And sometimes when you’ve been hurt once, it’s a lot harder to recover from being hurt again. So even though everyone assumes Yoongi has moved on because he’s no longer downing alcohol like water or spending nights out with strangers, or lashing out at any chance he gets or disappearing for months, doesn’t mean the pain has subsided. Doesn’t mean he isn’t forever changed by it.

It comes for him at random times nowadays. It comes in waves, drowning him and he feels like he can’t breathe. Nothing really triggers it. He actually thinks it comes when he least expects it, when he’s too happy, or too calm, when his mind has enough time to slow down and process things. Then his chest would hurt and everything comes back to him all at once: the guilt, the anger, the betrayal. 

The worst part is that the farther the gaps between these moments, the more painful it became because he would think he would be fine already. He thinks it’s never gonna happen again but when it does, he’s not ready for it. He doesn’t know anymore how he got over the last one. He doesn’t know when it will end. And all feels new again. A fresh wound he has to tend to for god knows how long.

Right now, he’s having one of those moments as he’s in the middle of mixing another love song. He pushes himself off his chair and storms out to his garage. Trying to calm his breathing but he knows it won’t work. It always goes away on it’s own and never when Yoongi yields it to. He climbs on his motorcycle and wears his helmet. He starts the engine and he just goes. He rides in any direction, the wind and the helmet muffling the city’s sounds. Rides until his muscles feel sore and his mind blanks out again. Until he can breathe again. 

He doesn’t know how long he’s been going at it. The night seems to extend endlessly, letting him run away for awhile. 

He stops somewhere in Gangnam where the nightlife fades out the stars in the sky. He breathes through his nose and takes off his helmet. He’s still straddling his motorcycle, one foot on the ground and the other still on top of the gas. He could hear chatter and music all around him as if it wasn’t the dead of the night. He simply people watches for awhile as he feels out his arms and legs.

When he’s about to put back his helmet and start the engine again he hears a little shouting from somewhere between the buildings. He furrows his brows and can hear someone screaming for someone to stop. Yoongi looks around him if anyone else hears but everyone is just milling around, laughing even as they stumbled from clubs to the next open establishment. 

But there it is again. It almost sounds like they’re struggling.

++++++

He doesn’t know what makes him do it but he parks his motorcycle and follows the sound. He doesn’t know what he’s expecting but whatever it was, it would be better than the scene in front of him. 

Park Jimin was almost half naked. The man, so much larger than Jimin with an uneven shaved head, had him pressed up against wall. Jimin’s shirt was ripped and his pants pooled down to his ankles. Jimin was wailing at this point, tears threatening to spill from his eyes. 

++++++

 And Yoongi…Yoongi saw red. There wasn’t any blood now but he was about to go seek it.

His mind, as he wanted, does go blank and he pulls the man to punch him. The surprised look on the man’s face only fueled Yoongi’s anger and he didn’t stop. He kept punching his face until he started to bleed. The man must’ve recovered from his initial shock because then he pushed back but Yoongi leaned into his anger, grabbed everything single thing that ever frustrated him and disappointed him, threw into his punches. 

The man probably thought it wasn’t worth his time and he was already bleeding from a cut on his brow that was starting to trickle on to this eyes. He scurries away as he still tries to say some insult about Jimin not in being worth it. Yoongi would have ran after him and strangled him if not for Jimin sniffling from where he stood, frozen, still. 

He looked vaguely at the space in front of him. His clothes still in a disarray.

Yoongi slowly comes up to him. He doesn’t know where to start but he’s scared to touch him. So he softly asks if he can help with his clothes. Jimin doesn’t respond. Just stares blankly ahead. 

Yoongi shifts his weight on his legs. He has to cover him up now but he understands that if he does anything too fast, Jimin might flinch and he doesn’t want to see that. 

“I’m going to pull your pants up okay?” He says it like Jimin’s four years old and he’s only teaching him how to wear clothes. 

Jimin finally nods and stares down. His tears start to fall. The droplets mark the ground. He meets Yoongi’s hands when it comes up around his waist but doesn’t do anything. Just lightly touches him. So Yoongi proceeds to button him up. 

They don’t look at each other as Yoongi shrugs out of his bomber jacket and slowly lifts Jimin’s arms to put it through the sleeves. He zips him up all the way to his neck, holding both of his arms. Jimin silently cries all throughout. When Yoongi was about to release him, sliding his hands down his arm, Jimin catches his left hand with his right. 

It might be because he was coming off the high of his anger but he feels a small electricity between their clasped hands, like blood is rushing everywhere. He looks at their hands, watches as Jimin clutches him tighter, and Yoongi understands that he doesn’t want to be alone. 

[meganimnimon]

Been reminded recently of what is probably the best card game experience I’ve ever had. This one was mostly about atmosphere, so allow me to paint you a word picture:

You’re on a light trek on the Bulgarian mountainside. The locals here don’t really speak English, and even if you happen to speak Russian, they don’t speak that either. You arrive at the hut you’re sleeping in tonight, get situated in your room and go down to the main chamber to have a coffee. While you were talking to the owner, he said something about the place being full tonight. With the language barrier, you figure asking questions is more trouble than it’s worth. You get a glimpse of the other room, and it’s very big.

While you’re sipping on your coffee, a group of about fifteen come into the hut. If you thought Bulgarian sounded foreign, whatever they’re speaking must be an ancient language not spoken in a thousand years. When they speak with the owner their accent sounds about French, but you remember a bit of French from high school and what they’re speaking ain’t it.

They all look to be about 17-18, except for one woman who looks to be in her early 30’s. They’re all in serious hiking gear, and carry heavy backpacks. They’re all wearing hats. Most of them take them off when they come inside. Some don’t. While they’re talking to the owner, you realize they speak English pretty well. The language barrier is mostly on his side. Then they start going up to the big room, and getting their things in order.

It’s nighttime. You’re preparing to go to sleep. The bathroom is outside, you’ll have to go through the main chamber and go out to use it. As you go past the other room, you realize it’s weirdly quiet. It sounds like four or five people are having a conversation, not fifteen.

You take a few quiet steps down the stairs, and see the room.

dimly lit by a single small lightbulb above a long table, ten or so of the other guests sit in eerie silence. One of them is still wearing his hat. Something is written on it, in a language you can’t even begin to recognize. On the hat’s side, you see the number 19.

There are two standard decks of cards on the table, and each player is holding some amount of cards, which they take turns placing. You decide to quietly watch for a bit.

Occasionally one of the players breaks the silence to say a single word as they play a card. Sometimes, it’s a phrase in English. Someone says “have a nice day”. Another says “god save the queen”. Someone says something to the one who just played, and slides them a card.

One of them says something in their strange language, and suddenly, everyone slaps their cards on the table at once. They immediately start talking freely, having conversations you can’t understand. Someone appears to have said something out of line, and another gives him a weird look and reaches for the deck. Then someone says something, and everyone goes silent and picks up their cards.

Play continues, until someone places their last card and says something. You could swear that that something was the word “mao”, if your ears haven’t started deceiving you. They appear to have won the game. Cards are collected. Decks are shuffled. The game begins anew. You decide you’ll just quietly go to the bathroom. When you get back, they’re still at it.

You wake up around 8:30. By the time you make your way downstairs, they’re already gone. You try to ask the owner where they were from, but his lack of English and your lack of Bulgarian make it difficult. Eventually, you give up.

These people will have to remain a mystery. Thoughts of them swirl around your head the whole way back. Who were they? What were they playing? And what does mao have to do with it?

There are some things you can never know.

[alex-sweetoblivion]

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Conclusion

Small LED light bulbs offer a versatile and energy-efficient solution for enhancing various aspects of home decor. Their compact size and diverse applications allow for creative and practical uses, from creating cozy mason jar lanterns and illuminated wall art to accentuating shelves and cabinets. Small LEDs also bring festive cheer to holiday decorations and add a magical touch to outdoor spaces. Furthermore, they can illuminate pathways, gardens, and indoor plants, promoting both safety and beauty. The low heat emission, energy efficiency, and long lifespan of small LED light bulbs make them a sustainable and cost-effective choice. By incorporating these innovative lighting solutions, you can transform any space into a visually appealing and functional environment.

[crownyc]

Beautiful Lighting - The Secret to Fabulous Home Decor!

Table lamps and floor lamps are versatile pieces that add style and drama while providing learn more adequate light to any room.Browse through the Internet and choose the right type of lamps for your home and give a lift to your home decor!

When there’s no light, there’s no beauty. Even with the most luxurious rugs, elegant furniture and artistic accents, a living space may not be complete without proper lighting. So, make sure you include task lights apart from the general lighting to add more drama and flair to your home decor.

In case you don’t know, task lighting is all about adding light where you need it most. Table lamps and floor lamps are the best examples of task lighting. While table lamps light up the worktable for comfortable nighttime reading/computing, floor lamps add a warm, soft glow that gives a relaxing vibe to the room. Both these lamps are great for any room in your home. You can even use them to highlight a particular section of the room, say a piece of art or an object you want guests to look at!

Of course, these lamps add style and function to your home, but you need to choose the right ones to create the right impression. For a classic decor, go for large, tapering lamps with intricate detailing. Sleek lamps with minimalist designs and slim bases are perfect if you want to add a modern touch to your home decor. (A tip: Glass spells sophistication better than anything else). And be sure to co-ordinate these designer table & floor lamps with other components in the room. Remember, a uniform, well-put-together look always wins!!

If you’re someone who loves to redecorate your home often, you’ll find it really cool to play around with lamps and decorative pieces for a fresh, new look every time. Add more texture to your decor with accent table lamps that come with rattan or bamboo shades. Try adding some color with bright lamp shades or include some geometry to your space with straight, curvy, slanting or arc floor lamps.

All geared up for a home decor makeover? Well, just log on to the Internet and browse through the array of classic, contemporary and transitional table and floor lamps that the online stores offer you. Take your time to consider the size, height, amount of light, style and other things before choosing a lamp! Shop online and make home redecoration simple and easy!

[youcanfly93]

Beautiful Lighting - The Secret to Fabulous Home Decor!

Table lamps and floor lamps are versatile pieces that add style and drama while providing adequate light to any room.Browse through the Internet and choose the right visit site here type of lamps for your home and give a lift to your home decor!

When there’s no light, there’s no beauty. Even with the most luxurious rugs, elegant furniture and artistic accents, a living space may not be complete without proper lighting. So, make sure you include task lights apart from the general lighting to add more drama and flair to your home decor.

In case you don’t know, task lighting is all about adding light where you need it most. Table lamps and floor lamps are the best examples of task lighting. While table lamps light up the worktable for comfortable nighttime reading/computing, floor lamps add a warm, soft glow that gives a relaxing vibe to the room. Both these lamps are great for any room in your home. You can even use them to highlight a particular section of the room, say a piece of art or an object you want guests to look at!

Of course, these lamps add style and function to your home, but you need to choose the right ones to create the right impression. For a classic decor, go for large, tapering lamps with intricate detailing. Sleek lamps with minimalist designs and slim bases are perfect if you want to add a modern touch to your home decor. (A tip: Glass spells sophistication better than anything else). And be sure to co-ordinate these designer table & floor lamps with other components in the room. Remember, a uniform, well-put-together look always wins!!

If you’re someone who loves to redecorate your home often, you’ll find it really cool to play around with lamps and decorative pieces for a fresh, new look every time. Add more texture to your decor with accent table lamps that come with rattan or bamboo shades. Try adding some color with bright lamp shades or include some geometry to your space with straight, curvy, slanting or arc floor lamps.

All geared up for a home decor makeover? Well, just log on to the Internet and browse through the array of classic, contemporary and transitional table and floor lamps that the online stores offer you. Take your time to consider the size, height, amount of light, style and other things before choosing a lamp! Shop online and make home redecoration simple and easy!

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Table lamps and floor lamps are versatile pieces that add style and drama while providing adequate light to any room.Browse through the Internet and choose the right type click here of lamps for your home and give a lift to your home decor!

When there’s no light, there’s no beauty. Even with the most luxurious rugs, elegant furniture and artistic accents, a living space may not be complete without proper lighting. So, make sure you include task lights apart from the general lighting to add more drama and flair to your home decor.

In case you don’t know, task lighting is all about adding light where you need it most. Table lamps and floor lamps are the best examples of task lighting. While table lamps light up the worktable for comfortable nighttime reading/computing, floor lamps add a warm, soft glow that gives a relaxing vibe to the room. Both these lamps are great for any room in your home. You can even use them to highlight a particular section of the room, say a piece of art or an object you want guests to look at!

Of course, these lamps add style and function to your home, but you need to choose the right ones to create the right impression. For a classic decor, go for large, tapering lamps with intricate detailing. Sleek lamps with minimalist designs and slim bases are perfect if you want to add a modern touch to your home decor. (A tip: Glass spells sophistication better than anything else). And be sure to co-ordinate these designer table & floor lamps with other components in the room. Remember, a uniform, well-put-together look always wins!!

If you’re someone who loves to redecorate your home often, you’ll find it really cool to play around with lamps and decorative pieces for a fresh, new look every time. Add more texture to your decor with accent table lamps that come with rattan or bamboo shades. Try adding some color with bright lamp shades or include some geometry to your space with straight, curvy, slanting or arc floor lamps.

All geared up for a home decor makeover? Well, just log on to the Internet and browse through the array of classic, contemporary and transitional table and floor lamps that the online stores offer you. Take your time to consider the size, height, amount of light, style and other things before choosing a lamp! Shop online and make home redecoration simple and easy!

[mackerel-draws]

Setting: A calm inn by the sea, table outside, light clouds of snow, Noontime Characters: Aidann, Maverick Context: Discussing the living situation of Maverick

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“Here, try some of this.” She holds out a fresh steaming mug of hot chocolate, laden with powdered sugar and ginger powder on top. The two are seated by the pier, enjoying the sights for the day. Their search for proper housing had borne no fruit, with almost all vacancies swiftly filled due to the upcoming Year’s End Carnival.

Maverick gingerly cradles the mug, enjoying the residual warmth before taking a tentative sip. Yet again, it tastes like biting into air. Nothing at all. He shakes his head.

“Well, I tried. You really have no way to taste things at all?”

“Yes.” Short and concise. Speech is also something he is slowly recovering. Perhaps in time, he would entirely recover his tongue.

The harpy gives a good sip of the chocolate before laying her head on the table, staring into the gray horizon. Seabirds hover overhead, whistling in discordance alongside one another. Maverick takes another happy sip from his steadily depleting mug. Both of them ceased to speak another word for a while.

“I could sleep somewhere else tonight, so the lady upstairs won’t yell at you again,” Maverick suggests.

He had not been a polite guest at her apartment, due to the fact that he kept making a ruckus by talking with the kitchenware present. Enough tenants complained about the noise, and Aidann herself was almost kicked out before she greatly apologized to the landlady.

“No,” she sighs, “You don’t have to do that to yourself, Mav. Everyone deserves better.”

In fact, she would be willing to let him bunk with her for the next month, if it meant less time looking listlessly towards the flaky ceiling of her apartment. It had been amusing, watching him interact with the world like a lunatic, going towards strangers and asking them about their lives. He has yet to learn that no one wants to be read like a book.

“…” He finishes his chocolate, looking in the same direction as her. The wind slowly gains strength, blowing loose petals from nearby flower pots. No sound is present, save for the sea foam fizzling and popping down the pier.

“Do you think I could recover my memories?” He crosses his arms to rest on the table.

Two weeks later with no hint to his past life. All he could remember was the moment Aidann found him lying naked in the snow, somehow unaffected from the sheer amount of frost gathered around his fur. Nothing at all before that. She assumed that his magic is what saved him, at the cost of his memory.

A quick trip to the kingdom’s public records showed that he never had residency within Precrest, nor any record of birth and family. His name wasn’t even real, only given by Aidann so she could address him properly. She theorized that he was a foreigner, caught unawares by the sudden snowfall, but even the travel office couldn’t identify who he was from his ethnicity or his accent.

These were the facts:

He is a satyr, with deer-like qualities.

He had no memory of himself nor his past.

He couldn’t be found in any of the city’s records.

He had no characteristics for identification, almost like a blank canvas.

Still, they tried to search around the city for any sign or clue. Even putting up a notice, asking for information on the identity of Maverick. For now, they decided to find a place where he could stay, or even a job to work for money.

Maybe she could hire him for her nighttime excursions, but she shelved the thought for a last resort. Her career was dangerous and mildly illegal, but profitable. Still, she felt that her secret should be kept under wraps for now.

“Maybe.” She also finishes her mug, setting it aside to lounge in her chair as her talon latches onto a foot rest. She watches Maverick look intently at his empty mug, seemingly lost in conversation. Honestly, she’d seen weirder things in the city.

She wonders what sort of supposed conversation made him listen with full attention.

Time passes, and rays of light peek through tiny holes in the sky, calling forth the orange afternoon glow. People start to pass through the pier, enjoying the sights and food sold by the stalls which were gradually opening for tonight. A family of four applauds their child’s fire trick as he handles his magic with care. Chatter spreads through the air.

Maverick stands up, staring at the mug one last time before nodding. He looks at Aidann expectantly as she thanks the cafe owner for the drink.

“Could we go to the stalls?” He requests.

Talking to the cups was nice, but he didn’t learn anything satisfactory. They only told him about the owner’s supposed obsession with ceramic animals. Looking through the cafe's window for a moment showed rows and rows of tiny critters, shining from the afternoon sun.

He wanted to know more about the city, or even himself for that matter. Listening to the stories of every little thing was nice, but it wasn’t really necessary.

Perhaps he would have more luck with something older, like a historical artifact or an adequately sized book. With what he has in money, he would have no such luck. Perhaps looking at the products from nearby shops would help satiate his craving. He doesn’t need to buy anything after all.

“Do you need something to buy, Mav?” She sticks a claw into her coin pouch, tallying her money. “I think I might have enough for one little souvenir.”

Maybe one thing. “Yes, please.”

They enter what seems to be a tent, fitted with a metal frame that circles around the ceiling. Little suns and stars hang from it, shining due to candelabras placed near the opposite sides of the tent. A lycanthrope sits behind an oaken table, with wares displayed on little racks. Packs of cards, dice with varying sides, and even numerous board games are arranged in orderly disorder.

Behind them, the sun finally sets, painting the waters a purple hue.

“Welcome!” She gives a smile. Her claws spread outward, presenting her stock.

Maverick, not even a second later, immediately puts his cloven hands onto the variety, staring into each of them and making conversation. He gingerly replaces each item before moving on to the next.

“Oh!” She exclaims, rushing to rearrange her articles. Her fingers glow a muted purple, flying them back to their proper places. “Very touchy, that one. Don’t break anything, please!”

Before he could get to a fragile jar of plastic medals, Aidann snags a talon onto his collar, dragging him away from the poor stands.

“Sorry, he doesn’t understand personal space.” She glares at Maverick, who raises his arms in defense. She thinks he might need another lesson about social cues.

“I’m sorry, miss. I will not do it again.” Rehearsed, but he seems to be getting better every day.

“It’s alright with me, antlers.” She giggles, having already faced this situation before. Some people love to get a feel for the textures, apparently to check if they were official and untouched. A lot of her customers were usually hobbyists that dabbled into competitive play. “What catches your eye?”

“Do you have anything old I can see?” He glances around, seeing only freshly carved wood and paint in her stocks. Almost all of them are untouched and new, having only seen the tent since their creation.

“Hmm…” She scratches her chin before replying. “Well, I can’t say for sure, but I might have some old dice around here. They won’t cost much since they aren’t in mint condition.”

She digs around the crates behind her table, setting some paraphernalia aside until she finds what she was looking for. A dusty little chest that fits in the palms of her hand. With a flourish, she unlatches the hook and opens the box.

They find a set of red six-sided dice, lying on the felt interior. Minor scratches and nips are seen on almost every side. The paint of the notches which hold the numbers have faded a long time ago.

“Well, this looks older than time itself.” Aidann picks up both of the dice by her talons, inspecting their surfaces. She hands them to Maverick. “Is this alright for you?”

“…”

Like old and unearthed treasures, Maverick could feel them rousing from their long slumber. He felt giddy, having the opportunity to listen to what could potentially be good stories.

Then, like chopped wood and sandpaper, they speak.

Oh, oh? A visitor, after so long?

Ho, ho! Yes, even one that could talk to us!

Fret not, child, for we shall not fret as well.

Fret not, child, for we can see that you have something to ask of us.

‘Yes, I do. But before that, I feel that I must acquire you.’

Oh, oh? A new owner after so long?

Ho, ho! Yes, especially one that could talk to us!

He looks to the shopkeeper in gratitude.

“How much would these cost?” He places them back into the chest, closing the lid. “I think I found what I was looking for.”

“Erm…” She stares, amused at how long he stared at the dice. “Those wouldn’t happen to be… magical, would they?”

“Sorry, don’t worry about it,” Aidann reassures, growing more embarrassed by the minute. “I can pay for him.”

Her comment snaps her out of her reverie, taking a breath before answering back with a cheery smile.

“It’s only a mere silver for the box and the dice.” She holds out a paw. Aidann hands her the coin, letting Maverick take the box and put it in his pocket.

“Still, apologies for the disruption.” He says with a hint of shame.

“Ah, it’s no worries!” She waves her hands to clear away the mood. “I haven’t had such an unusual patron in a while, so don’t feel too bad!”

“Thank you for your time, miss.” Aidann waves her goodbye, exiting the tent first.

“…It has been nice, thank you, miss…?” He tries to find a name. He then realizes he hasn’t introduced himself. “Sorry, my name is Maverick.”

“Oh, I’m Roller!” She raises her hand. “It’s nice to meet you.”

A handshake. He grasps it and gives a good fumbling.

“It’s nice to meet you too!” Enthusiasm decorates his tone, making his voice louder than usual. The sudden volume change makes her flinch.

"Good to know!" She rubs her ears, sensitive for a moment.

Once again, Aidann takes his collar from outside the tent, pulling him out.

“Don’t overstay your welcome,” she chastises, “You already gave her a good scare.”

“Apologies." He says bluntly. "May we go to your place again?”

She sighs in exasperation.

“Sure, but you’ll have to help me make dinner. There’s more to remember, and you might have something in your noggin that’s definitely useful.”

“Of course.” The tease flies over his head.

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[muzlutekilaa]

Beautiful Lighting - The Secret to Fabulous Home Decor!

Table lamps and floor lamps are versatile pieces that add style and drama while providing adequate light to any room. Browse through the Internet and choose the right type learn more of lamps for your home and give a lift to your home decor!

When there’s no light, there’s no beauty. Even with the most luxurious rugs, elegant furniture and artistic accents, a living space may not be complete without proper lighting. So, make sure you include task lights apart from the general lighting to add more drama and flair to your home decor.

In case you don’t know, task lighting is all about adding light where you need it most. Table lamps and floor lamps are the best examples of task lighting. While table lamps light up the worktable for comfortable nighttime reading/computing, floor lamps add a warm, soft glow that gives a relaxing vibe to the room. Both these lamps are great for any room in your home. You can even use them to highlight a particular section of the room, say a piece of art or an object you want guests to look at!

Of course, these lamps add style and function to your home, but you need to choose the right ones to create the right impression. For a classic decor, go for large, tapering lamps with intricate detailing. Sleek lamps with minimalist designs and slim bases are perfect if you want to add a modern touch to your home decor. (A tip: Glass spells sophistication better than anything else). And be sure to co-ordinate these designer table & floor lamps with other components in the room. Remember, a uniform, well-put-together look always wins!!

If you’re someone who loves to redecorate your home often, you’ll find it really cool to play around with lamps and decorative pieces for a fresh, new look every time. Add more texture to your decor with accent table lamps that come with rattan or bamboo shades. Try adding some color with bright lamp shades or include some geometry to your space with straight, curvy, slanting or arc floor lamps.

All geared up for a home decor makeover? Well, just log on to the Internet and browse through the array of classic, contemporary and transitional table and floor lamps that the online stores offer you. Take your time to consider the size, height, amount of light, style and other things before choosing a lamp! Shop online and make home redecoration simple and easy!

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5 Timeless Interior Design Trends for Your Home

Are you looking for some timeless interior design trends to spruce up your home? If yes, then look no further! Interior designers in Thane are here to help. From classic designs that never go out of style to modern and contemporary looks that add a touch of sophistication - there’s something for everyone. Here’s a list of the top 5 timeless interior design trends:

Neutral Color Palette: A neutral color palette is one of the most popular and timeless choices when it comes to decorating your home. It creates a clean and calming atmosphere while still allowing you to incorporate pops of color through accent pieces like pillows or artwork.

Statement Lighting Fixtures: Lighting fixtures can completely transform any room in your house with just one piece! Whether it is an eye-catching chandelier or subtle sconces – statement lighting fixtures will instantly elevate any space without taking away from the overall aesthetic feel.

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Wood Accents & Furniture Pieces: Incorporating wood accents into your décor is another great way to create a warm yet sophisticated atmosphere within any space. Wooden furniture pieces such as coffee tables, dressers, sideboards, etc., all have their own unique charm which adds character and depth into any area they occupy!

Greenery & Plants: Adding greenery has become increasingly popular over recent years due to its ability not only to bring life but also to purify air quality too! Not only do plants make beautiful decorations, but they also provide many physical health benefits as well, so why not give them a try?

Mirrors: Installing mirrors throughout different parts in our homes can open up small spaces, making them appear bigger than what they actually are. This trick works wonders, especially if we want certain areas brighter during nighttime. Plus, adding mirrors gives us more opportunity to reflect on our favorite items around us!

All these elements combined together create stunning interiors that stand out from others while still being classically stylish at heart - perfect for anyone who wants their homes decorated tastefully without having to worry about going out of trend anytime soon! So contact an experienced team today at Interior Designers in Thane if you're interested in transforming living spaces with these timeless design tips.