#the hands be looking extra rectangular today

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

hi, i hope you're doing okay!

so look i know your requests are closed but i just had an ✨insight✨while reorganizing my room today and i couldn't stop thinking about it, so i decided to write it down here cause either i'd forget it like tomorrow. you don't need to do it, obviously, but if you will, take your time.

so. fem!reader and bucky, established relationship (maybe married) and she's pregnant but she doesn't know cause it's like, super early, she didn't even have morning sickness yet. and mr. super-soldier-enhanced-hearing can hear the baby's heart as soon as it starts beating and he's like confused at first but when he realizes what it is he starts crying and hugging her waist and she's like "buck? you okay love?" and he says "you're pregnant honey, we're having a baby!" bucky's super emotional and thrilled and beyond happy he starts laughing through the tears. he gets super protective of her and her belly but like always pampering her making sure she's drinking enough water and eating and going out at three am to but something shes craving and he's like, super excited to shout to the world he got his girl pregnant with his baby. and he starts sleeping with his head on her belly just listening to the baby's heartbeat as a lullaby.

(he's gonna be the best dad i just know it <3)

hii angel!! love it!! I did change some things, hope that’s okay. thanks for requesting and hope you like it💌

>requests now open<

EXTRA GRILLED CHEESE.

bucky barnes x fem!reader

word count. 1066

summary. bucky has suspicions that you might be pregnant

For the last week, Bucky had an expression you struggled to place - his face often pulled together with intrigue, brows quizically furrowed when around your company. At first, it seemed normal to you - his infamous resting bitch face, but the more he wore it around you, the more you started to worry. 

You often felt as though you were bothering him with your talking, the features on his face unusually hard and rigid as he listened to you. It was a silly thought, really - he's your husband. He'd tell you if he needed a minute of quiet. 

But the harder you looked, the more you began to realise his face wasn't that of judgment, but instead inspection - like he was analysing you.

Elbows resting on the kitchen island, you lean over the countertop, getting closer to Bucky sitting on the other side.

"Another one?" you ask, reaching for his empty plate.

He wryly smiles. "Only if you are."

"One is never enough," you chuckle sweetly, pulling the ingredients back out of the fridge - collecting everything you need for grilled cheese. "Might do a few more— been really hungry lately. That cool with you?"

Bucky hums softly, head tilted to the side as he watches you - completely smitten. That confusing expression long gone. 

"I got it," he stands, moving around the island to you on the other side. "I got the rest. You sit, honey."

You smile cutely, stepping aside and sitting on the countertop - allowing your husband's help. "What do you want to do tonight? Movie and snacks?"

He places the sandwiches in the pan and moves to stand between your legs - slotting his lower half between. Giving you a chaste kiss, he smiles, eyes soft as he looks over you. "Sounds good. Will have to go to the store though— don't have enough in."

"We can go after this?" you offer.

He hums, kissing you sweetly. He pulls back, eyes darting over you. "We'll stop past the pharmacy first. Gotta pick something up."

⎯ ☆ ⎯

Back within the comfort of home, you and Bucky begin to put away the items from the store - bags open on the worktop as you rummage through them, standing side by side. 

Bucky stills and turns to face you, reaching into his pocket. "I uh..." he pauses and clears his throat. "I picked this up while you were looking at things in the pharmacy," he starts, pulling out a small rectangular box. "Feels stupid, I don't know," he shrugs, not confident with the direction of his proposal. 

Your eyes flicker from the box in his hand and up to his face, looking over him inquisitively. "A pregnancy test?" you ask, taking it from his light hold.

"Feels like I'm insulting you," he chuckles bashfully, stepping closer to you. "It's just... I have this feeling," he says softly, extending his hands to rest on either side of your face. "You don't have to take it."

"No— no, I do— I think. I want to. It's just that..." you exhale faintly. "We haven't really spoken about this for a while. What if it's not the result we want? What if we don't like what we see on the test?" you ask anxiously, fiddling with the box.

Bucky pauses, a soft smile on his face as he tilts your face back up - making you look up at him again. "We have time," he says sweetly. "If we don't like what we see, there are changes— there's other options," he solidifies his reassurance with a kiss. "I'll be happy with either result."

"Should I do it now?" you ask, looking down at the box.

"You do it when you're ready, honey. Doesn't have to be now, doesn't have to be today."

Briefly reading over the writing, you feel a slight swell in your heart. It all felt so daunting. You knew this was something you'd both eventually want, but the idea of it beginning now was enough to make you feel queasy. Everything was going so well in your lives, and this was such a big step in your marriage - you were just scared of what the result would do to you both.

With a deep inhale, you shrug sweetly, feigning bravado. "Piece of cake."

"Piece of cake," he repeats, kissing your temple. 

Stepping aside, you walk into the bathroom - box clutched in hand as you read through the directions. The heavy thumping in your ears distracting you from understanding it all. 

After following the instructions, you place the stick aside on some toilet paper and call in your husband, moving to sit on the edge of the bath. Without missing a beat, Bucky steps into the small room, eyes focused on yours as he walks to sit beside you - slipping his hand into yours assuringly. His large hand enveloping yours. 

You sit in uneasy quiet for what feels like an hour, each of your brains whirling with thoughts and ideas and questions - the noise far too loud in your minds. 

Then, finally, after a while, your timer goes off, the obnoxious sound interrupting you both from your fazed-out states.

"You look."

"Are you sure?" he asks, holding your hand as you both stand.

You hum anxiously, nodding at him.

With one hand tightly in yours, the other reaches for the little stick - fingers loosely wrapping around it. Bucky stills, the features on his face slowly softening.

"What does it say?"

He nods faintly, his brows curving up in the middle. "Positive," he murmurs, the shock evident in the way his tone wavers. "It's positive."

"Positive?" you repeat, your expression widening.

He hums, enveloping you in a tight embrace - pressing kisses into your cheek. 

"We're having a baby," you mutter, voice cracking slightly.

"Yeah," he nods, pulling back to look over your face - checking you were okay with it all as he is. "We're having a baby," he echos you, cupping your cheeks.

"You're okay with this?" you ask, focus blurring from a few stray tears.

He nods firmly. "Of course," he chuckles, his tearline slowly filling. "Are you?"

"Yeah," you laugh lightly, nodding - the gentle grip of his hands moving with the soft motion of your head.

"I'll give you everything you want. Everything you need— I'll get you it all."

You already had everything you wanted.

[miguelhugger2099]

To be Known is to be Loved

Summary: It’s so easy to forget the little things. But Miguel loves you so he remembers. A/N: I’m on writers block so please forgive me for the lack of fics. I hope some fluff with suffice. Art: nellwhre17 on instagram No warnings, Fluffy

You hated being on your feet all day. Your soles were sore, your toes scrunched together in your shoes and you were pretty sure your laces were cutting off your circulation. You wanted nothing more than to take everything off and lie in bed.

So, once you opened the door to your home, tossing the keys to the couch, you crouched down to shove your shoes off. You were too impatient to slip off your shoelaces, settling for a fight of just ripping your shoes off your feet. Once the pair had flopped away from you, you wiggled your toes and sighed in relief.

“Mig?” You call out, searching for your boyfriend’s comfort after a long day. Out of the corner of your eye, you spot your fuzzy slippers right beside the couch where you had thrown your keys. It wouldn’t have been unusual since you often left your slippers by the door before you leave for work, but you were in a hurry today–Miguel must’ve moved them for you.

With a tired smile, you wobble over to them and slide them on. Its warm softness were heaven on your sore feet and you heard the pats of Miguel’s heavy footsteps. You look up to see Miguel give you a soft smile.

“Hi.” He whispers, a dry towel in hand. By the smell coming off of it, it seemed it was freshly washed and dried. He looks off to the side and sees your shoes discarded in opposite directions. He makes the move to collect the pair and set it on the shoe rack neatly. Miguel looks down at you on the floor and hands the towel to you. “I already showered so here.”

You take the towel with a bright grin. You were already feeling better.

When you had woken up from your nap, you instinctively crawl out of bed to search for Miguel. You found him in the living room, TV volume as low as possible with all the lights turned off. You could never sleep if even the smallest of light peeked in your room. Miguel’s jaw moved and his mouth opened to pop something in his mouth and you realized he was snacking on something.

You take a step forward on the wooden floor and it creaks, signaling your appearance. Miguel raises his eyebrows and turns his head to face you. He relaxes.

“Finally up?” He asks. The TV continues to play a random novela–something from the 2000s based on the camera quality.

“Yeah,” You croak out, voice hoarse from the long nap you took. Miguel pats the seat next to him and urges you closer with his hand. You follow his command, plopping beside him and instantly, you two fall in place. His hand around you protectively and your body smushed to his side.

Your eyes glance at the snack in his hand and you realize it’s actually candy. A rectangular packet of Starbursts. You look back up at Miguel, your vision seeing his side profile and you speak up, “Can I have some?”

Miguel takes his arm up and off you. He then takes the packet and rips it open and reveals the different colored cubes of flavor. He carefully plucks out the pink ones—sweet strawberry flavor—and places it in your outstretched palm. Then, he places the red ones—cherry flavored— with the pinks ones.

You smile to yourself, already unwrapping the candy and chewing on the taffy. You watch as Miguel keeps the yellows away from you, instead taking it upon himself to eat those.

He didn’t understand your need to be picky about the flavor and color, but usually you’d want it so he’d give it to you no questions asked. No reminders either.

Miguel settled his arm around you again, gnawing on the taffy and plucking the pieces that got stuck on his teeth. You snuggled back up to him happily, while you ate the strawberry and cherry Starburst.

If there was anything you shamelessly loved to do, it was kissing Miguel. He didn’t mind at all. Despite his introverted nature, he couldn’t help but smile with each extra kiss you’d give him. 

He was sure you never noticed this one thing about yourself. Maybe you did but he doesn’t think so. It was his favorite quirk of yours.

Sometimes, if he’s lucky, you’ll be so smitten when he initiates a kiss first that you’ll keep your eyes closed just to give him another chance to kiss you. A opportunity he's always willing to grab.

He liked pulling away and seeing you still, small smile playing on your lips and awaiting another smooch. And like a routine, he lifts your chin higher up and your lips quirk up higher. The tip of his thumb grazes your bottom lip and he leans down just enough to where your lips are brushing against each other. He watches your mouth twitch and your eyebrows scrunch when you could only barely feel him. Miguel finally leans down and kisses you again and he places a hand on your waist to feel you melt in his embrace. 

[moralesmilesanhour]

teamwork (makes the dream work...?) - the re-up!

summary: the very first chapter of TWMTDW, re-written! wc: 800-ish a/n: not sure if I'm going to do a complete re-write of the entire series because I'm rlly busy with school rn. but lemme know if you'd be interested! read the original here

Sunlight bounced off of the white and red walls of Ms. Jones’ classroom. The first cloudless sky in months made the class extra chatty, newly energized to gossip. You sat quietly one row away from the whiteboard while resting your chin in one hand and clicking a pen in the other. Your usual gossiping partner and best friend Tianna was out sick, leaving you sitting next to an empty desk.

The heavy-set, chestnut-toned woman clapped her hands in that familiar rhythm that told kids when it was time to shut up, cutting through the buzz of conversation. She pressed her lips together as she waited with clasped hands for the remaining chatter to die down. Her black curls were pulled back into a slick, tight bun that made you wince. You wondered if she got headaches from it the way you did on Sundays.

“Alright y’all, today we’re finishing up our unit on velocity and acceleration,” she announced, reaching for the pile of thick packets sitting next to the projector and thumbing through them. She counted off the number of students present under her breath as she did so.

“I need somebody to hand these out in exchange for a merit. Anyone?”

The offering of a merit at the tail-end of the sentence made several hands shoot up. Most of them were either gunning for a chance at earning a pizza party on Friday for racking up as many as possible, or just wanted the opportunity to walk around and be The Guy Who Hands Things Out. Sitting in a hard chair for hours a day made you look forward to any novel distraction that gave you an excuse to stretch your legs. After choosing a boy with rectangular prescription glasses and a jet-black fringe covering his forehead, Ms. Jones looked up from her now-smaller stack of papers and made eye-contact with you.

“You’ll need a partner to work on today’s packet, sweetie, why don’t you go pair up with Morales in the back–and just where are you going, young man?”

She craned her neck sideways to stare down a lanky, brown-skinned boy with twin braids brushing his shoulders. You turned to follow her gaze. He was halfway to the back entrance of the classroom when he stopped, tilted his head up towards the ceiling, and sighed so loudly you could hear it all the way from your seat.

“To the bathroom,” he groaned, as if he’d had to repeat himself at least twenty times before. You’d never seen him before in your period, but this seemed to be a frequently-waged battle.

“And what’s the proper procedure for that?”

It only took a couple strides for Morales to return to his seat and drop back into it with a force that pushed his chair back with a slight screech. He raised his hand.

“May I please use the restroom?”

“Yes, you may,” Ms. Jones replied with a triumphant grin. “And put your glasses on. Your mother told me to remind you.”

Already in the hallway, he called out, “I can still aim, I promise!”

This earned a few scattered snickers from across the classroom - that kid’s voice could really carry.

Jones rolled her eyes and turned back to you.

“You can move back in the meantime, honey.”

You grabbed your packet and pink pencil case as you quietly stood up, making sure to push your seat back in before making your way to your new hopefully-temporary seat.

Morales arrived some twenty minutes later, breaking your focus with the loud screech of his chair. His profile blocked out the warm sunlight you’d been getting from one of the big windows that ran along the left side of the classroom that saved you from the harsh chill of the air conditioner. He didn’t say a word the entire time, just began flying through the problems in the packet while you were still tussling with the second page. Physics wasn’t your strong suit, but it was clearly his. 

You let another minute pass awkwardly staring at him before finally speaking up:

“What’s your name?”

No answer.

“Hey, can I get your name please?”

His pen began to slow down, but he remained silent.

With an added harshness, you raised your volume one more time.

“‘Scuse me, sir, with the braids. I’m talkin’ to you–”

His head snapped up, and he gave you a nasty glare. “I heard you. You don’t see me workin’?”

Indignant, your mouth opened and closed before you found more words to say.

“Yeah, well,” you tried to maintain your abrasiveness, “Ms. Jones said this is partner work and you haven’t said anything to me since you got back. I don’t even know your name–”

“Morales,” he paused, then added, “Miles. And we not partners.”

Miles returned to his work on the second-to-last page of the packet, saying not another word to you for the rest of the period.

[letupabit]

please more lee!gi-hun i love him pleaseplease ilyt for liking squid game /platonic yaehehehaieuhaheheeeh

This took FAR longer for me to get round to than I’d have liked because I’ve been so busy but man. I had such a fun time writing this.

I took inspo from that one scene where Gi-hun refuses to eat anything ahahahajshfhfjsk

It got kinda long, apologies, but thank you so much for the ask, I absolutely loved answering this ask for you!

The usual silence of the dormitory was broken by the rolling wheels of the food tray. It was time for the daily meal that the players were so ‘graciously’ given as a reward for surviving another death game.

‘I wonder what they’re giving us today…’ mumbled Dae-ho as he and his team slowly stood up to join the line.

‘Probably something cold, as usual’, replied Jung-bae in a low tone. ‘Would it kill them to use a microwave every now and then?’ He nudged his fellow marine as they chuckled together.

Despite the complaints, the players were relieved to be getting fed at all. The anxiety and paranoia of the games meant all their energy was as good as spent by the end of the day, and eating together in their collective ‘teams’ brought a sense of normality, if just for a moment.

Seong Gi-hun did not share this sentiment.

He would have stayed put on his bed, no appetite to be found, if it hadn’t been for Geum-ja ushering him up with an irritated ‘you must eat!’.

He sullenly joined the line, behind In-ho, who turned to give him a quick friendly smile. Gi-hun returned a forced smile with not nearly as much warmth, too much on his mind to think about pleasantries. Eventually it was his turn to walk up to the table and reluctantly accepted as a rectangular silver box was placed into his hands.

He was the last of his team to get his food and return to his bed, so it was glaringly obvious to everyone (except Dae-ho, who was eating as fast as his mouth could allow) when he immediately put his box by the side of his bed and sat on his mattress cross-legged glaring into the distance. He didn’t have time to eat, he needed to think. Maybe Jun-hee would appreciate extras.

His peers exchanged troubled looks without a word except for Geum-ja snapping ‘Dae-ho! Eat slower, you’ll give yourself indigestion!’.

‘Ah, come on Gi-hun, not eating again?’ Enquired Jung-bae with a troubled look on his face. ‘Stop with the tough guy act already and just eat’

Gi-hun either didn’t hear him or blatantly ignored him. He didn’t move a muscle from his position, unblinkingly staring into seemingly nothing.

‘You didn’t eat anything yesterday, either’ chimed in hyun-ju gently. ‘You’ll need your strength for the next game’

‘Yeah man, what use will you be if you’re all foggy and disoriented tomorrow?’ Teased Jung-bae playfully, trying to rev up his old friend with the well-meaning quip.

Absolutely no answer.

The players exchanged one more concerned glance amongst themselves and were just about to drop it, when suddenly In-ho, who had been quiet and observant the entire time, stood up.

‘You know, when me and my brother were younger, he’d always refuse to eat his green peppers. No matter what our mother would do, he would always push them to the side and they’d end up in the garbage. It wasn’t until I had to get creative that he’d actually eat them’

He had walked up from his seat on the lower steps and was approaching Gi-hun’s bed. He’d gotten the attention of the team who were watching, intrigued, as the smaller man approached his still-staring taller peer. Gi-hun still didn’t react, lost completely in his own head.

Without another word, In-ho pushed Gi-hun by the shoulders and onto his back, completely pulling him out of his trance and triggering a surprised yelp.

‘Hey! What are you- AH!’ Gi-hun’s sentence was cut abruptly short as In-ho wasted no time in spidering his fingers across Gi-hun’s left side, grinning like the Cheshire Cat at the reaction from the taller man.

‘Ah Gi-hun! I knew you were ticklish! I could tell just by looking at you’ he positioned himself so that he was sitting on Gi-hun’s waist, using both hands now to squeeze at his hips.

‘No! NohohoHOHOHO AHAHAHAHA’ the taller man looked almost unrecognisable laughing hysterically and grasping at In-ho’s wrists, trying desperately to push them away as he felt himself fall apart from the foreign sensation. He hadn’t been tickled in…well, he couldn’t remember.

The others were watching in awe. Jung-bae felt a sense of warmth watching his childhood friend laugh like they used to together, even if it wasn’t entirely…conventional.

In-ho was made vaguely aware of Gi-hun’s legs kicking behind him as he kneaded his knuckles with his ribs. ‘Good spot?’

‘STAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STAHAHAHAP! AHAHAHAHA’

Gi-hun was trying his best to compose himself, feeling a flush of red across his face at the feeling of In-ho hitting all the right spots to make him lose his mind.

‘What was that? I couldn’t hear you. Speak up?’

nothing but hysterical howling from Gi-hun, desperately trying to formulate a coherent sentence. Or even just a word. He felt his laughter grow more intense as In-ho moved his left hand down to claw at his stomach, his right using a knuckle to move in circular motions on his ribs.

‘AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! ST-STAHAAHAHA! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA’

‘Didn’t quite get that either, sorry Gi-hun’

Gi-hun’s laughter went silent, too ticklish for his own good. No doubt everyone in the dormitory knew of his embarrassingly effective weakness by now.

He didn’t know how much more he could take. In-ho’s weight on his body was stopping him from twisting over onto his stomach, keeping him exposed and vulnerable. In-ho had to stop eventually right? A small part of him worried that his friend was having too much fun and truly wouldn’t stop unless he could form at least a remnant of a coherent word. With every ounce of his focus he managed to shout out:

‘STOP!’ Before dissolving into hysterical laughter once again.

In-ho was genuinely surprised that someone as ticklish as Gi-hun managed such a thing, watching how his nose scrunched as he laughed, and decided to give him a way out.

‘Was that a word??’ He teased, half-feigning exaggerated shock. ‘Hmm…maybe I’ll stop if you agree to stop being a brat and eat something? Have I convinced you to stop being stubborn?’

‘YEHEHEHEHEHES! YEHEHEHEHES PLEAHAHAHAHASE! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA PLEAHAHAHAAHSE PLEASE!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!’

‘What’s that? Yes you’ll eat?’

‘WHAHAHAHAHATEVER YOHOHOHU WAHAHAHAHANT! PLEAHAHAHAHASE AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOHOHOHOP!’

Gi-hun’s hands hadn’t stopped grabbing In-ho’s wrists, his strength sapped and doing absolutely nothing in trying to pry those evil fingers off him. He hadn’t laughed this hard in a long time, and in the back of his mind he had to admit it felt kinda nice to be able to laugh so freely like this. Unfortunately the sensation of In-ho’s skilled hands were too much. How was this man so good at this?

‘Okay, I believe you’

Gi-hun felt a wave of relief at these words, but the tickling didn’t stop outright.

In-ho sat upright, moving his hands from the obvious death spots and reaching behind with one to squeeze at Gi-hun’s knee whilst the other tweaked at his hip bone. The deafening laughter died down slightly but still left Gi-hun frantically squirming and giggling. Tears had formed in his eyes a while ago and were now streaking his cheeks.

‘I-I’ll eat somethihihihing! Juhuhuhst no mohohohore!’

In-ho smiled, looking very very pleased with himself, giving one last squeeze to the giggling man’s thigh and removing his hands altogether.

‘You made the right choice’ he winked down at Gi-hun, who was now panting and gulping down breaths, a large toothy smile still plastered on his face from the onslaught. He felt the warm weight of In-ho shift and the shorter man had stood up, staring down at Gi-hun. ‘Well?’

Gi-hun shakily propped himself up into a sitting position, this time more relaxed than his previous rigid posture. He leant down and grabbed the silver meal box from its spot by his bed.

In-ho raised his eyebrows and gave a cocky smile. ‘Great! Enjoy!’ And then, bending his knees as if to smooth out the wrinkles of his trousers, ‘you have a cute laugh’.

The surprising exchange was in a lowered tone so the others didn’t hear. Gi-hun was left speechless, a red flush against his face once again but for a while other reason.

And with that, In-ho walked himself back to his original spot, resuming his own meal as if nothing had happened.

The team were in disbelief at what had just happened, sitting in stunned silence, until Jung-bae clapped a hand onto In-ho’s shoulder.

‘You’ll have to teach me how to do that’

[thoughtsonhurtandcomfort]

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

Content Warnings: tiny whump, faerie whump, injury, recovery, rescue/caretaking perceived as capture by whumpee

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To his credit, the human seems to feel awful about unknowingly using Shae as a washcloth. He is more attentive than ever, giving Shae all the food, water, medicine and warmth he could possibly want, his hands extra careful when handling the injured faerie. The man apologizes often, and though he isn't overly affectionate, he rubs his thumb in little circles on Shae's back when Shae is scared and wipes his tears away when he cries.

Still, Shae does not speak to him and never looks him in the eye. He came close to feeling safe before, and all it got him was banged up and nearly drowned. Whatever the human's intentions, he is dangerous.

Shae heals more with each passing day, and gets more used to the human's routines and presence. The man spends most of the daylight hours out in the shed, except when he stops in to grab lunch or a drink and check on Shae. Every so often he will load some of his work into his truck and leave for the day; Shae eventually learns that he sells things at local markets, a human tradition he has only heard stories about.

When he's home, the man seems pretty ordinary. He eats, sleeps, bathes, cleans. Sometimes he talks quietly to himself or has music on in the background; other evenings he will bring a project into the living room to paint while watching TV. Too curious to resist, Shae will peek out from his box and watch. The human notices, but doesn't say anything.

One evening the man is scrolling through the channels when the sound of tires on gravel outside makes both he and Shae perk up and look over. Shae can't see a thing from here, but the human seems to recognize whatever it is. He sets the remote down and gets up to go to the door.

On the TV, a late night talk show has just resumed from its break. The host announces a guest - a man from a show called Fairfield Faerie Hunters. Shae isn't paying full attention until he hears that, his head whipping back over to see a man waving to the audience, shaking the host's hand, sitting on the couch. Two others emerge from backstage carrying something large and rectangular covered in a sheet, which they set down and then promptly leave.

The two begin speaking and Shae listens in horror as his fears are confirmed - the guest's job is capturing and selling faeries, and it seems that other humans watch him do this as entertainment. It shouldn't surprise him...Shae has seen more than his share of human cruelty. But something about this, in particular, makes his stomach churn.

"And of course, all our traps are 100% humane, and - yes, thank you," he pauses while the audience claps and cheers at the declaration, "and we inspect every client we sell to, to make sure they are following all the ethical guidelines regarding faerie care. You know, zoos, universities, faerie gardens...places where these rare, precious creatures are given all the best care."

When the applause fades, the host asks, "and I believe you've brought one of those rare, precious creatures here for us to see today?"

"That's right!" He leans forward and pulls the sheet away. The audience gasps.

Beneath the sheet is a large terrarium, lush with plants and flowers and a little pond. To one side is a little hut made of sticks. The camera moves in close and pans across it, showing all the details. At first it appears empty...then a faerie steps out from inside the hut.

"Now of course his actual home is much more spacious than this...we call this his mobile home, and as you can see, it is a pretty faithful recreation of its natural environment..." The man opens door at the top of the container and reaches a hand inside; the faerie obediently goes to him and allows itself to be lifted and held up to the camera. It seems healthy enough, but there is a distance in its eyes that gives Shae chills.

"If he seems a little tired, that isn't jet lag," the man continues, giving the faerie's cheek a little rub. "We give them a mild sedative - totally safe - before public appearances like this. Helps settle their nerves. Did you know that heart failure is the third most common cause of faerie deaths?"

"Okay, well now I have to ask, what are the first two?"

"Number two is animal attack, of course, they have so many natural predators out there. And number one, I'm sad to say, is human activity. You have poaching, pollution, habitat loss, you know, getting hit by cars and lawnmowers, things like that." The audience makes a sympathetic sound and the man nods in agreement.

"And about how much would a client pay for one? Let's say him."

"Why, are you interested?" The audience laughs. "Well, we don't like to talk numbers, this is really all about finding clients who meet our standards...but I'd say - this one is young, healthy, and very docile - he'd go for upwards of 800k?"

The host gives an exaggerated whistle. "So do you have Black Friday deals, or...?" As the audience laughs again, the host turns to the camera. "When we come back, our guest will share the dark secrets of the faerie secondhand market..."

At some point, the woodworker returned to the living room and sat on the couch again, but Shae was too fixated on the TV to notice. He startles when the man leans forward and takes in Shae's stricken expression.

"Are you...no, you're not okay." the human quickly grabs the remote and changes the channel. "No more of that." He reaches over and pets Shae's hair a few times and frowns when he feels Shae trembling. "You're safe here, okay? I'm not going to sell you, if that's what you're thinking."

It was one option, Shae thinks dejectedly. The human might be telling the truth; he might not sell Shae, but that does not mean Shae will like whatever he has in mind. He stays quiet, allowing the man to comfort him a little longer. Then he pretends to go to sleep, but stays up for hours, planning his escape.

[bloodonthehorn]

I’ve never posted on tumblr before so I’m thoroughly weirded out but I have #thoughtsthoughtsthoughts that need to be thrown in the washing machine then dried like WOW I can make the text pink? that’s cute..

I don’t know how to do content warnings. I don’t know if I should. let me get used to tumblr etiquette

cw/ nsfw mentioned, mild violence.

the setting, the setting.

my phone is awfully slow today.

we are in stirling lines, creden hill, hereford. this is the special air services regiment where the buildings are short, rectangular, brick and eggshell. this is where a hookers green and a tantalising guacamole colour meet in some undesignated lines, or atleast that’s just how it looks from the google birds eye view. what are these random blue lines that I’m seeing everywhere.

I don’t like describing unnecessary things. it’s boring. so Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick is being a domestic housewife in the barracks. he washes glasses which have cloudy residue on them, and digs in them deep with the cotton towels, before putting them where they belong. he scratches at his beard. he hasn’t shaved in a while. he catches himself in the reflection of the shite microwave. his eyebags carry a lot of weight. plenty of it. but he thinks that every measure of tiredness on his features shows his dedication to his job captain. it’s just that one day where he saw one terrorist attack and could no longer stay restrained. he’s paying the price. and he’s got so much anger behind that calm, steady, exterior. just another glass to wash and then break.

Johnny ‘Soap’ Mactavish is on his grey, white and cornflower blue bedsheets, one leg hooked over the other as he desperately scribbles in his little black notebook, sketching the scenes of his past hookups to commit them to proper memory. he loves to get off to the memory of that particularly soft bum, those big plush thighs or that delicious smelling dark skin. but he’s horrible at keeping the unnecessary in his brain because of his job life. so every time, in his dreams, when he remembers the small details from that delicious experience on May 23rd, 2023 at 10:47pm, he’s up the next morning drawing it. Beautiful material, extra gorgeous because of how it sits on his underwear draw. he’s fantasised about selling his perfectly articulated masterpieces to the more…. less fortunate men, who he can honestly say have never wrapped their hand around a dick other than their own, or been in a pussy other than their mothers.

price doesn’t really get a break. his dick is like his arm or his leg, it’s just there and he doesn’t care. he’s extremely invested in self care though, and his physique. loves a good shave, loves a good face mask. he cringes when he sees all the black pores coming out of his skin which look like they haven’t seen sunlight in years. he can’t stand the feeling of his dirty hair and smelly scalp, spending ages in hot showers after missions and breathing heavily while staying in there as long as he can. the only weakness is that if he’s in that steamy chamber long enough it reminds him of all those years ago and passing the sas selection. In some steamy rainforest in brunei where he became immune to the own smell of his own body odour. the way the air felt thick and hot around him, making every breath feel like he was being pushed into a dark foam pit with each passing moment through the lush forest greens. he gets out the shower, and dries himself off.

simon, who has back pain. it pisses him off. he should be able to sustain being bent over for hours without any problems, because what if his team needs him to survive and he needs to crawl and contort to go through a dark place to do so? it’s just he’s got this fetish for manspreading and leaning his elbows against his knees, hands clasped tight together. he broods, he thinks. sometimes it’s about the most mundane things, like eggs and steak. or his highschool english teacher who was always there for him. sometimes it’s about being in greece and tanning under the mediterranean sun, with his pal, Johnny. who’s right here, isn’t he? but don’t be silly, ghost. you’ve seen ‘friends’ come and go for years. the person you signed up with? dead. every few years someone new comes along who brings out the best in him, and ultimately meets a violent end. so now that johnny is here, he’s pushing him away. ‘Stay tactical, Sergeant.’ ‘Don’t push it, Johnny.’ but he’s already crossed that invisible boundary when he gave him a nickname. just don’t expect the best.

[jellifysh]

Fake Love (part 2)

Or, Your Boyfriends Are Always There for You, and Always Have Been. Right?

OT7 x reader (soft yandere! bts x reader, amnesia au, heavy manipulation, dark fluff, the boys love you they’re just insane about it, ur family sucks sorry, more mentions of injuries and hospitals, I don’t actually know how hospitals works so I’m making this all up <3)

A/N: dam I really went three months w/o updating that’s crazy omggg y’all I’m so sorry,, I had the planning for this just sitting here for months but I’m actually not sure where I’m going with this story imma be fr,, it’s gonna be a happy ending and morally grey (as all my stories tend to be for some reason) but for the most part it’s just gonna be fluff :) enjoy <333

You floated on the edge of consciousness, feeing hands stroking through your hair. Stretching out your body, slowly “So beautiful.” A voice said, hush as a strand of hair was brushed back from your face. You shifted a little, then blinked open your eyes, shutting them again as the sun hit them too soon.

“Aw, too bright? I’ll close them, darling, don’t worry.” Jin cooed, moving to close the curtains securely. You sat up slowly, their eyes on you as you got your bearings, slowly blinking and rubbing sleep off your face, then laughing to yourself in disbelief as you looked around. The members had gathered in various spots around your bed, Jungkook was playing with your hair, Jimin had been brushing a hand across your cheek, and the rest gazed at you, fondness in your eyes. You wondered how many time you had woken up like this in the past—well, minus the hospital bed.

“I almost thought you all were a dream.” You quietly admitted, awe creeping into your sleepy tone.

“Not a dream, nabi. This is real.” Taehyung said, a bit of awestruckness in his voice as well, leaning down to link pinkies with you. You giggled, wrapping your pinky around his tightly, marveling at the way your hands seemed to fit so well together.

“And we got you a present.” Namjoon smiled, holding a bag out to you. Your eyebrows raised in surprise as you took it with the hand not holding Taehyung’s, looking around at all of them for a clue to what was inside. “Just open it, love.” He chided, gently. You stuck your hand inside, reaching past tissue paper and pulling out a sleek, rectangular device.

“It’s a new phone!” Jin cheered from his spot on the right of your bedside. “And we set it up for you already, just to make sure you wouldn’t have any extra stress.” You examined the phone, holding the weight in your hand without turning it on yet, getting used to the new features.

“Wow, this is, I mean, this has to be the latest model, I can’t have this.” You shook your head, their generosity almost overwhelming. You knew from experience that phones like this were not cheap. Even if they were one of the most famous groups in the world, they didn’t need to spend their wealth on you. You placed it back in the bag, holding it back out to them, though none of them moved to take it from you.

It was Yoongi that spoke up then, warmth and intensity swimming in his deep eyes as he looked directly into yours. “You can have that and so much more.” He said, no sign of humor in his tone as he insisted. “We want to treat you, please, please let us.” You looked at him, half-surprised by the honesty and half-touched, your arm slowly pulling the bag back as you realized he really meant it, the rest of their faces reflecting the same seriousness.

“I don’t even know what to say. I— Thank you.” You finally said, looking down at the phone again to avoid their intense gazes.

“Don’t thank us yet. We are far from done.” Hoseok smiled brightly, and as you looked up, smiling back, the room felt lighter.

“We spoke to the doctors while you were asleep,” Namjoon started, “They want to keep you for a bit more monitoring for today, just to make sure everything’s in order before they release you, but you’ll be discharged by the end of the day. We can drive you back your apartment and you can settle back in at home. But…” his sentence drifted off as he cast a worried look towards the window.

“But what?” You asked, starting to get concerned yourself, siting up a bit straighter in your bed.

“Well,” Namjoon continued, tone full of weariness. “We can’t stay much longer, love. We have to be back in Korea soon, we dropped everything to come to you but, we have a lot planned that we have to start on real soon. If you stay here, we can’t stay and help you recover. Do you have anyone to stay with you?”

You probably didn’t, you realized slowly, almost deflating at the thought of it. In the few days you’ve been in the hospital only they came to visit you. And if you’re on the same terms with your family as you used to be, they likely won’t want to care for you. You could get some sort of stay at home nurse, or stay in the hospital to be taken care of, but that would be money. Money you didn’t have.

“I don’t… I don’t know. I’d need to make some calls.” You responded weakly, mindlessly moving your hand to fully hold Taehyung’s, not noticing the way his face brightened. “When do you leave?”

“At most, in four days.” Jimin replied despondently.

“Four?” You repeated in shock. “But that’s so soon.”

They nodded solemnly, letting you think it over in silence. You took a moment to think with the new information, trying to ignore the way your heart sank at the thought of them leaving. Did you want them to stay? It’d be weird wouldn’t it? Latching on so quickly to them when you don’t really know them? But you do, you reminded yourself. They wouldn’t be here if you didn’t mean something to them. Surely you can trust them?

Jin broke the silence, his hand gently caressing your leg that wasn’t in a cast. “Let’s not think about it now, hmm? No reason to stress.” He suggested with a warm smile. “You haven’t eaten yet, have you?”

You shook your head no, expression clearing up as you chose to forget for a moment.

“Then we’ll get you something to eat, and you can have the whole day to think. How about that?” Hoseok asked, and you nodded.

“I am kind of hungry.” You agreed, though that was an understatement. You were starving, you were thirsty, you were exhausted although all you did was lay down, and you just wanted to be out of the hospital already.

Jimin perked up, moving towards the door. “I’ll get you some food, pretty, don’t even worry about it.” He said, brimming with excitement as he exited.

Taehyung rushed after him, a competitive fire lit behind his eyes. “I’ll get you better food!”

Jungkook shot up from his seat, hastily putting on his jacket, rushing to the door as well. “I’ll get all your favorites, noona!”

And with that, they left in a whirlwind and Namjoon sighed, a tired smile on his face as he turned to you. “I should probably go with them.” You nodded, understanding, and he exited as well, waving at you as he left.

“Now,” Hoseok announced as the room quieted. “Let’s show our princess how to use her new phone!” He cheered, him and Jin excitedly raving about all the cool features of the phone and stuff you could do with it and Yoongi chided them to give you some space.

—

After the other boys returned with way more food than you could possibly eat in one day—Jungkook was right, he did get you all your favorites— and did a lot more laughing than was probably safe for you to do with bandages wrapped around your ribs, you felt the mood of the room slowly winding down, the boys exchanging glances as Namjoon kept texting someone frantically on his phone.

“Is everything alright?” You asked hesitantly, but by the look Namjoon gave you, you could already tell it wasn’t.

“I’m sorry, love, we have to go.” Namjoon replied. He had slipped into calling you love today and as you heard it more, you minded it less and less. Maybe it’s because it’s what he used to call you? A part of your mind must remember being with them, it was too easy with them, after all, they knew too much about you.

“Do we have to?” Jungkook whined and Namjoon frowned, nodding at him.

“The company wants to speak with us immediately over the phone about… our plans going forward.” He said, casting a glance to you out of the corner of his eye.

“We can’t leave her alone.” Yoongi argued.

“One of us should stay with her. I volunteer.” Taehyung stood up, only to get pushed back into his seat.

“You sit down.” Jin playfully scolded. “I’ll stay with her.”

“No fair!”

“Hush, I’m older than you.”

“You sure, hyung?” Namjoon asked, standing as everyone began to gather their things.

“I’m sure we’ll be alright. I’ll have her discharged and drive her to her apartment.” Jin turned to you. “If that’s alright with you?”

You twiddled your thumbs, a feeling of numbness coming over you at the thought of them leaving. “Um, sure. Can’t stay in the hospital forever, I guess.”

After that it was a blur of events, the boys all went to the front desk with you to check out and escorted you to the car in your brand new wheelchair. You tried to cheer yourself up mentally, but the heavy cast on your leg and the layers and layers of bandages on your arms and ribs made it hard to stay optimistic.

You were lifted into the car by Jungkook, the boys all fussing over you as they helped you with your seatbelt and getting comfortable in the chair. As you tuned out their squabbling, you found yourself shaking at the thought of being in a car again after your last accident. You blinked, then blinked again, the feeling of a car quickly accelerating, then even more quickly stopping as the feeling of slamming into something and flying through the air filled your body and you were breathing heavy, hard, and fast and—

“Y/N?”

You gasped, eyes fluttering open. You were still in the parking lot. The car hadn’t even started moving. You looked around at their concerned faces. You floundered for something to say, settling on, “Sorry, I’m just… a bit tired, I guess.”

They exchanged a long look with each other that you tried to ignore, not wanting to know if they pity you. “Of course, I’ll make sure you rest once you’re home.” Jin replied.

“Don’t worry, noona, we’ll be back with you soon. Just relax and enjoy being home again.” Jungkook said, trying to force a positive tone but you could hear the worry.

“Thanks, I’ll try.” You smiled, sure it looked stained, and they closed the door, Jin pulling out of the parking lot and driving to your apartment almost on autopilot, him not once asking you where you lived.

You looked out the window as he drove. You recognized certain parts of the city of course, places you’d been all your life, but when he turned down the street to your apartment building and parked in the lot, you had no recollection of ever being there.

“Is this… where I live?”

Jin smiled at you, brief and sad. “Yeah, we figured you may not remember it. You only moved here about a year ago.”

You sighed, frustrated with not knowing anything, staring up at the tall building through the windshield.“How are we supposed to get in if I don’t even remember living here?”

You heard a jingle to your left, looking over at Jin as he held up a key ring. “That’s what I’m here for, jagi. You gave us a spare key in case we were ever in town.” He chuckled, looking wistfully at the apartment as if gazing upon a memory. “I remember you were so excited to move in here. You danced around your room all night, it was adorable.”

You laughed, “Yup, that sounds like me alright.”

Jin looked over at you, and you looked back at him, stupid smiles on both your faces. You sat in the calm quiet moment, basking in the peace you felt with him as warmth filled your chest. Jin spoke quietly, gently breaking the moment. “I’ll help you into your chair.

Entering the actual apartment was strange. It was familiar and warm but at the same time, you remembered nothing about the actual layout. You remember your furniture—the couch you dragged from your mom’s house to every apartment you had ever lived in, the throw pillows you’d had since you were a teenager, the Polaroids you’ve taken of yourself in cool locations and posters of your favorite bands, BTS included— but memories of living there were gone.

“This poster’s always been my favorite.” Jin commented, and you turned your head to see him standing next a poster of himself, copying the pose he was making in the photo.

You chuckled, “I pulled that from an album, I forget which one.”

“Wings,” he replied automatically. You turned to look at him, suprised how quickly he answered, and he continued, “I remember my hairstyle.” He joked, making you giggle.

You continued looking around, noticing dishes in the sink, clothes on the floor, a laundry basket next to the machine overflowing with clothes. “I left this place such a mess.”

“Don’t you worry about that, I’ll clean up for you. Here lemme help you lie down and rest.”

Jin helped into your bed, the unfamiliar object conforming to your body perfectly, and you snuggled up against the blankets, almost comfortable enough to ignore the rigid cast on your leg. After that, he began fretting over the apartment, picking up and arranging things, folding clothes, and moving into the rest of the apartment to wash laundry, dishes and pick up the living room.

Brushing past the disbelief that international superstar Kim Seok Jin was cleaning up your living room, you used the free time to acclimate to your new phone.

Tapping the screen to turn it on, you were greeted with a wallpaper of Jimin, Tae and Jungkook making funny faces at the camera, as well as about 20 new messages from a group chat with the members that you had already been added to. You smiled to yourself, but skipped past talking to them just yet, familiarizing yourself with the functions and settings.

After a while, you started to set up your email, having to reset your password to get in, and find out what you missed in the short time you had been away and maybe get a hint of what you were doing before. Once you finally managed to get in, you were met with a bunch of emails from your landlord on being behind on your rent, and an email from your job to tell you that you had been terminated. Looking over the contact information in the email, you dialed the number to try and bargain for your job.

“I just don’t understand, if I worked for you I must have some paid time off, or maybe even some sort of medical exemption, I mean, I can give you hospital bill, I swear I was just incapacitated— I didn’t even know I had this job until today, this isn’t fair.” You pleaded.

The voice over the phone repeated the same thing they had been telling you for the last five minutes. “I’m sorry, Ms.L/n but we can’t make an exception, you didn’t show up for three days in a row and no one informed us of why and you being injured and having lost your memory makes us even less inclined to hire you back. Thank you for your work with us but we can’t hire you back.”

You stammered, “You can’t make a single exception? I can relearn—I can work for a couple weeks without pay, I just— as far as I know, this is my only job, this is what I depend on.”

The person over the phone seemed to hesitate for a moment before answering resolutely. “I’m sorry again, I— we can’t hire you again. Have a good day.”

And with that the line went dead. You huffed, getting the contact information for your landlord to see if there some way you could hold off on paying rent until you had a better financial standing, hoping for better luck.

“I’m so sorry to hear that you had been in the hospital, honey, but I still need my money and I really don’t think you’re in any place to give it to me.” The landlord stated, unyielding in her decision.

“I… could figure something out…” you protested weakly, unsure of how exactly you would do that.

“You’re a lovely person and you’ve been a great tenant, but you’ve been behind on your payments too many times and this is my last straw, I’m sorry. I’m evicting you if you can’t pay this months rent.”

“What? I— what if what to break the lease? Can I just move out?”

“You still have to pay this month’s rent, and the two months still left in your lease.”

You sighed, heavy and weary. “I… I understand, I’ll call you back when I figure something out.”

“Okay, have a good day.”

“As if anyone could ever have a good day after news like that.” You muttered to yourself. You sat there, thinking to yourself for a moment with your finger hovering over the contacts, before hesitantly clicking it. The boys hadn’t added your mothers number, and there was probably a good reason—last you remember you weren’t on good terms and you doubt that changed, but you figured you may as well check in. If the boys were leaving soon you needed to know if someone could take care of you, and your mom was your last hope. You knew her number by heart, not that she ever really picked up half the time.

After three rings, the line picked up. “Hello?” An annoyed voice asked.

“Hi, mom, I—“

“You again? Listen, whatever crazy story you have to tell me now, I’m sick of it. You’ve always been an attention seeker and I’m done with you. First, you tell me your angel of a sister is ‘horrible’ to you, then you say you’re ‘too stressed’ at school in the career you chose, then you make up some crazy story about people following you. What do you want me to do? I’m one person, not your therapist!”

“I— I just called to say I got into a car accident and I’m in a cast—“

“Oh really?” She replied skeptically.

You felt frustrated enough to cry. “Yes, why don’t you ever believe me? I need someone to take care of me and I cant—“

“You’ll be fine, stop whining to me you’re a grown woman, I finished raising after you turned 18, now for once in your life, act your age.” She spat out, hanging up before you could get another word in.

As you sat in the silence, the only sounds coming from the gentle clinking of dishes in the kitchen, you fought the urge to laugh. What were you thinking calling your mother? As if she’d ever care about you. As if she’d listened to a thing you ever said. She hates your guts and at this point you hated hers. Nothing in your life ever managed to go right. As you buried your face in your hands, images began to flash behind your eyes. A tall building, getting out the passenger seat of an unfamiliar car, bringing a tray of coffee to someone, smiling, laughing, sitting at a desk.

You gasped, opening your eyes, and frantically wiping the tears away. Work, you remembered, those were memories of work. You… were an assistant to… someone? You closed your eyes again trying to focus on the fleeting memories but to no avail, nothing but glimpses and fogginess filled your mind. You huffed, frustrated yet again. It seemed like you’d always been frustrated but now yet with all of it hitting you full force, you just wanted to curl up in your blankets and cry for hours.

A knock on your open door showed Jin pushing inside your room with a basket of freshly dried laundry. “Your clothes are so cute, I—“ he halted, noticing the distress in your body language. “Jagi, what happened?” He asked, moving to your side and placing the clothes basket down next to your dresser.

“I’m just stressed.” You sniffed pathetically, not knowing what else to say.

“What do you mean? Why are you stressed?” Jin asked, starting to fold up the clothes neatly and place them in the drawers.

“Well, I was on the phone with my job. I had a job before the accident, obviously, I had a whole apartment, but I got fired and was thinking about it and I… remembered.” Jin stopped in his movements, hands frozen in their motion of folding a shirt in half.

“I can’t remember anything else, but I remember I worked at an office as an assistant.” You continued, not noticing the way Jin had gone deathly still. You clasped your hands, staring out the window as you thought. Bits and pieces of carrying coffee, filing paperwork, boring monotonous office life came to your mind, but frustratingly nothing else. Not your boss’s name, not the company you worked at, not even the color of the desk you sat at. “I’m just stressed because there’s so much I don’t remember. The world didn’t stop just because I don’t remember how it used to spin. There’s people expecting me to come to work, to pay my bills, and I don’t even remember who they are! I didn’t even remember you—“ Jin cupped your face, wiping away tears you didn’t realize started falling again.

“Darling, don’t worry about that, none of that matters right now, okay? I want you to focus on recovering and making sure you’re eating and drinking enough.” He paused, hesitantly continuing on to say, “And, if you really want, we can get our people to try and recover any missing information— with your permission of course— just past texts, voicemails, maybe, stuff that might help you… remember.” Jin finished cautiously, looking in your eyes for a sign of approval.

“You would do that for me?” You asked hopefully. At this point, you would take whatever help you could get.

“If it would take a burden off your shoulders, I would do anything.” Jin murmured softly and reassuringly, the warmth in his gaze melting into your bones.

You sighed again, but this time with relief. “That’s be so great. I feel so horrible, I’m basically useless—“

“Don’t talk about yourself like that, darling, we’d be happy to take care of everything you need for the rest of your life if you wanted. If it were up to us, you’d never lift another finger.” He winked, booping your nose as he moved to folding clothes.

“You don’t really mean that. You’d get tired of me eventually.” You argued.

“You don’t know just how much you mean to us, sweetheart. You could stay here forever if you wanted to, or if you wanted we’d get you a nicer place, an island with a private beach even. Anything.” He turned to look at you again, nothing but fondness in his eyes. “You won’t ever stress again if we can help it, I promise. Relax, and we’ll take care of everything for you, okay?”

You sighed, too tired to object. “Okay.” You blinked heavily, a soft smile coming over Jin’s face.

“You tired, honey? Feel free to sleep, I’ll be right here.” He reached over, patting your hand.

You held it, eyes fluttering. “Okay.” You mumbled sleepily. “Don’t leave.”

“Never.” He whispered.

“Jin,” you started.

“Yes?”

“I’ll come with you guys. I’ll go to Korea.”

“Really?”

You nodded, eyes closing, unable to see the satisfied smile that had come over Jin’s face.

—

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[myrunawaysweets]

♡TEDDY BEAR♡

I looked up at the tv, a commercial broadcasting across the country about building yourself a walking, talking, teddy bear! Of course with different models. Their supposed to be life sized, as you make your order on the website, your able to set customized designs. Of course these aren't actually teddy bears, but they're like humanoid robots, their structure and features supposed to resemble a humans exactly, not a flaw, all for comfort, they adore you, and would basically do anything for you.

"Get your own teddy bear and build a friend for yourself today! Hop on down to our website listed here! And if your not satisfied, send em back in in the first 30 days and you get a full refund!"

Everyone from my highschool had grown apart, some started working for hero companies, some traveled to different countries, and a few of us got married. All of us had our own lives, but me being quirkless, and a bad breakup with a certain duel quirked hero, had been cooped up in my apartment for almost a month.

I have no friends so I dont have a certain reason to go out, I work at home too, so I only leave the house for groceries and supplies.

'Hey, (y/n), I'm sending you a special package, think of it as a gift, considering I'm in America, as an apology' I questioned Mina's message, but I soon succumbed to sleep on my desk in no time.

"DELIVERY"

I jumped in my chair as pain flooded my back, neck and face.

"Oh jeez... I'm only 26..."

Walking over to the door i look through the peep hole to see a girl in a delivery outfit.

""Hello! I'm here to drop off a package to ms. 'Y/n) (l/n)" she smiled, her sharp white canines almost seemed scary if it weren't for her relaxed yet energetic demeanor.

"Thats me..."

I signed the papers as the girl before me made small talk.

"I heard these are quite popular, I hope to get one someday, but thats not going to be anytime soon, if we meet again, tell me how it is! Bye!" She slowly placed the box in my livingroom and walked outside, closing the door behind her with a mischievous smile.

I looked back at the giant rectangular box, a light grunt coming from it before it fell over.

"MINA?!" I opened the box and was met with a blonde boy with crimson eyes sitting crossed-legged and covered in clothes "Are-are you okay?"

Without a word he held out his hand. Confused, I took it and was pulled into the box.

"Hey..." his voice was gruff as he hugged me tightly, sending butterflies throughout my stomache.

"I...I... do I know you?" I pulled away.

In reply he gave me a questioned yet hurt look.

"One sec, let me call Mina"

I stood up smiling awkwardly, walking towards the hallway dialing Mina's number.

"Hey (y/n)!" Her chirpy voice through the phone.

"who the hell is this guy?!"

"Do you like him?? I ordered him specifically for you! His name is Katsuki bakugou!"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU ORDERED-... oh my gosh, is he a-"

"Teddy bear!"

"WHAT?!"

"Well ever since you and shoto broke up, I've been really worried about you, you never really leave your house, so I'm hoping Bakugou can help you get better, make you happy since I can't be there physically for you"

"Thanks Mina... it means a lot... your the best"

"Yeah I am! Also, take good care of him! I paid extra money for him to be the way how he is! See ya love ya" she didn't even let me reply before she hung up... well thats Mina for you.

"Is everything okay?" I snapped my head to the side to see katsuki leaning against the wall.

"Yeah... so... let's get your stuff unpacked!"

We were both finishing folding all his clothes up on the couch, it was around 12 now, its the weekend so I don't really have any work to do, since I never had anything to do since me and my ex broke up... I've just focused on working.

"Hey, im done getting dressed" warm hands slithered gently on the skin of my stomache as he hugged me from behind, resting his head on my shoulder.

"Hey" I hummed quietly, still getting used to receiving affection frequently every now and then, it didn't feel bad, it was actually quite comforting "so, I dont have anywhere for you to put your stuff, but we'll work that out, but I'm not too sure on where you'll be sleeping considering my place isn't big"

"Won't I be sleeping with you??" I turned around, my gaze immediately fixating on his crimson eyes.

"With me?"

"Well I am your teddy bear" his body language was that of a pouting child, but his figure was not childlike at all.

"I-I guess so?? Okay then.. first off, lets get some lunch"

I got up to go to the kitchen.

"Where are you going?" I turned around to see katsuki already at the door.

"I was going to get started on the Ramen..."

"Lets go out, this place is stuffy as hell..."

I kinda got used to this so it didn't really bother me, I never thought it would make anyone else uncomfortable though.

"Okay, lets go" I had quickly grabbed my shoes, keys and was about to grab my wallet but my hand was slapped away.

"I'll pay"

"But you dont-!"

"Mina gave me some money to treat you" he lifted his hand to reveal a thick wad of cash.

My jaw dropped at the sight.

"Now let's go" he grinned, grabbing my hand and pulling me outside.

The walk was quiet, but awkward, did he feel awkward? He didn't let go of my hand while we walked the streets, or seemed bothered at all.

I opened my mouth to break the silence but was interrupted.

"Pro hero Shoto has saved the day once again! With his duel quirks, he's prepared for anything!" I looked ahead and was greeted with the one person I wanted to see the least.

"You know him?" I looked up at katsukis words.

"Yeah... he's my ex boyfriend... we used to date, up until a rumor started circulating around saying him and another pro were a thing, and then he left me for her" I smiled lightly at the ground, a bitter taste in my mouth as I remembered the events.

"Tch, he looks like he's full of it" I stiffled a laugh as katsuki mocked my ex.

》3rd pov《

Katsuki noticed how your mood improved when he made a remark about the pro.

"That half and half bastard must have his head too far up his ass to ditch you" he smirked, looking at your face through the corner of his eye to watch your reaction.

Your smile was beautiful, like dazzling diamonds. Your laugh like the best masterpiece of music made by the gods. He wanted more.

"He must be messed up in the head or something" you laughter only fueled his behavior.

"Who must be messed up in the head?" Your giggles stopped when you two realized who spoke in front of you.

A tall man with white hair on one side of his head which opposed the red half, stood in front of the two.

"Sho- todoroki! We were just-"

"We were talking about you, dickwad" katsuki cut you off and glared at the guy.

You could feel a drop of sweat make itself down the side of your face as you felt the awkward tension rise.

Todoroki turned to you "Who is he?"

"He's... my... " you looked at katsuki and panicked "my boyfriend!"

Todoroki looked somewhat shocked, as did katsuki who quickly shrugged it off and played along.

"Your... boyfriend?" Todoroki couldn't grasp the situation properly.

"Yeah, whats it to you" katsuki slung his arm over your shoulder as your face heated up.

"I just... nothing... " Todoroki turned to you "I'd like to have a talk with you, privately"

You gave him a confused look "I'm not going anywhere with you, there's nothing to talk about between us" you grabbed katsuki's hand and started walking away.

Todoroki watched as you and the blonde walked away down the sidewalk, unable to tear his eyes off "there is a lot to talk about between us" he mumbled before turning his attention back at the paparazzi that had surrounded the 3.

"I swear, if he wasn't a pro, I would've punched him right then and there! Like- who does he think he is to just ask to 'talk'?! HE'S the one who broke up with ME" you were still pulling katsuki along by the hand as you ranted to no one in particular.

Katsuki stopped you and pulled you into a hug, gently combing his fingers through your hair "calm down, your blood pressure is rising, stress isn't good for the body or the mind, relax"

You were so angry you didn't even realize you were practically running, face red and hands balled in fists.

You took a moment to breathe, relaxing at the scent of burnt caramel "thanks" you looked up at katsuki and smiled.

"Thats... what I'm for" he replied, but it sounded more like a question.

"Come on! I know this great place!" You grabbed his hand again and walked down the streets to get something to eat, and a few groceries that weren't Ramen noodles.

You and katsuki had a lot of fun, the day went by fast and next thing you know, its time for bed.

"When are you coming to bed?" Katsuki huffed.

You were slouched at your computer, back towards him as you worked on a work assignment "I still have to finish a few more pages before Wednesday, I'll should be there in about an hour or so" you mumbled.

"Its already 12:40!" Katsuki pretty much screeched.

"Only 12:40? Wow, thats the first" you looked at the time and mumbled again.

Katsuki walked up to you, saved the papers and turned the computer off before picking you up bridal style, carrying you to the bedroom, plopping you down, before tucking you in.

"My work!" You thought of wiggling out, but the blankets were warm, and the air was cold, all the days you haven't had proper sleep, all the fatigue started catching up to you, and next thing you know, your passed out.

Your snores were heard beside katsuki in seconds.

"Boyfriend, huh?" He questioned, looking down at you, gently caressing your cheek "if thats what you want, then i have no objections"

》time skip a few months later《

"(Y/n)! Dinner is ready!" Katsuki called from the kitchen in his pink bunny apron.

You two have gotten a lot closer since then, he does the house work, and you earn the money, it really did feel like you two were a couple, but that had gone unspoken about since the incident with Todoroki.

You snuck up from behind him and hugged him, nuzzling your face into his back making him go stiff as he held back a laugh.

"What did you make?" You were getting ready for a business trip to hosu city, your coworkers voted you to go for it since they were all antisocial and you actually had someone to go with. You were exhausted, but the bags were packed.

"I made miso soup with yakimeshi and yakitori"

You looked down at the foods. Katsuki had always been great at cooking, you weren't sure how he knew or where he learned it from but you didn't mind it at all.

You set up the table and you both began to eat.

He always looked calm and peaceful as he ate, thank goodness the teddy bears run off of food instead of gas or something, otherwise you'd probably be broke.

Your eating was disrupted as a knock sounded from the door. Katsuki began to stand up but you waved him off as you were closer to the door anyways.

"Hello-" you were met with a pair of blue and grey heterochromic eyes.

"You haven't been replying to my text messages so I thought I'd finally come check if you still lived here" his words were a bit slurred as his cheeks were dusted pink. His suit was wrinkled and he wreaked of alcohol "I really missed you, (y/n)" he stumbled inside and draped his self on you, making you yelp at the sudden weight on you as he tried to kiss you.

"I blocked you months ago" you pushed his face away, but his hold on your waist didn't waver.

"(Y/n)? Is something wrong?" Katsuki walked in and froze in the hallway.

Todoroki glared at the blonde as he held you close "hes still here?"

"Well he IS my boyfriend!" You tried wiggling out as the two continued to glare at eachother.

"Get. Your. Hands. Off. Her. NOW" katsuki was pissed, and that was an understatement.

Katsuki walked towards you and tried to pry the duel quirked hero off of you.

"Let go! She loves me! We were just on a rough patch!" Todoroki growled, his grip tightening on you as his quirks started activating slowly, one arm starting to get lightly coated with ice while the other started heating up.

"Like hell you were! She was broken hearted! You left her, for some dumb bitch!" Katsuki growled, his hands creating little sparks from his mimic quirk.

You screamed as todoroki's quirk finally let loose, burning one arm and freezing the other.

Todoroki let go in a flash, pain evident in his eyes as katsuki caught you, your legs giving out as you sobbed in pain.

Katsuki cooed comforting words, his hands hovering over you, not wanting to put you in more pain. He looked up at the guy who caused this and growled "get the fuck out of our house" before pushing him out and locking the door.

Katsuki quickly started tending to your burns, one frost and one just a plain fire burn. Eventually you fell asleep after the pain subsided.

The next day katsuki tried talking you out of going to hosu with your fresh marks, but all you did was get your boss to postpone it, just until your arm was able to move more, knowing none of your coworkers would do anything.

"You need to rest" katsuki insisted, gently nudging you into the bedroom.

"I'm just getting a glass of water" you giggled.

"I could've gotten it for you" katsuki gently pushed you aside to fill the glass.

"Its been 3 days, come on" you laughed.

"3 days isn't enough, an average human takes weeks to recover properly from something like that"

You watched as katsuki worked lately "katsuki, thank you for taking care of me, I never knew how much I needed you"

As soon as you finished your sentence, katsuki stopped his movements.

"Us teddy bears, can develope different characteristics, and emotions, just like a human, to better understand the human population... we... I am always at your command no matter what" he looked at you, now fully faced towards you "I... am yours... yours alone"

What did he mean by this?

"I'm sorry to say this to you, but you can send me back to the company and scrap me, get replaced by a different one, but I love you, (y/n)"

You stood still.

"Like in the way, that you once loved that half and half bastard" he mumbled, handing you the glass.

"I don't know how to respond to this katsuki..."

"Then don't, im at ease now that you know, just being able to be beside you is enough" he cupped the side of your face "but I am just a robot after all in the end"

That night you couldn't sleep.

What did you feel towards katsuki? Lately you two had been living like a couple, every moment was blissful, almost like a dream.

Next thing you know, weeks had passed and you were on your way to hosu, the train had stopped at around 7pm, the meeting was tomorrow.

Katsuki never brought the topic up, or bugged for an answer... its like it never happened.

"I'm pretty sure the hotel is this way" you sighed, tired of walking already.

Katsuki was carrying both of the bags as you navigated through the empty streets.

"(Y/n)" you turned your head to see a figure approaching.

"What do you want, motherfucker" katsuki growled, his crimson eyes seemingly glowing.

When the man finally stepped into the street light, you recognized his heterochromic eyes immediately.

"Quiet, Dog" Todoroki snapped "the adults are talking"

"Dont you talk to katsuki like that!" You snapped, stepping in front of him, protectively.

"(Y/n), kitten, how much longer are we gonna fight? Its tearing me apart" Todoroki ignored your statement and started walking towards you, pain very evident in his eyes "cant you see how much you need me?"

"I don't need you, and I dont care what this is doing to you" you grimaced in disgust.

"Its because of him, isn't it?" Todoroki focused his eyes at katsuki who now had the bags on the ground "what do you think the media will think of you dating a villain?"

Your mind was struck with confusion. Just what was he getting at?

"What do you mean, asshole?" Katsuki now stood beside you.

"Pro hero Shoto, takes down villain and his lover, who was deceived so hurtfully" shoto got his stance ready "officer I just happened to be in the neighborhood when I seen this suspect of a recent murder walking down the street with this nice lady, and when I walked up to confront him, he attacked, inevitably leading to this poor souls death"

"Leave us alone Todoroki!" You almost cried from fear "this is illegal, I'll tell the police!"

"Darling, you forget about Stockholm syndrom"

"Get over here you bastard!" Katsuki barked, throwing his first punch at the pro.

Todoroki dodged, grabbing his wrist and burning it.

By the time the smoke had cleared, shoto had seen katsuki's circuits exposed, smoking ever so slightly.

"Your a-"

"A robot, yeah, I know, but at least I'm able to notice her worth before anything else, you scum" katsuki snarled, a smile on his face.

Todoroki sent a streak of ice aiming at the blonde.

"Shut your mouth!" He yelled, "you have no idea what your talking about!"

Katsuki barely managed to dodge the attack.

"Your just programed to love her!" Todoroki smiled crazily.

"No" katsuki stood up, the skin around his eye was ripped off as sparks flew off of him "I was programed to take care of her needs. Feed her. Keep her healthy. But I was never programed to love her... not like I do now"

"Your such a load of bullshit" Todoroki growled "Just come here (y/n)!" Todoroki reached for you.

Next thing you know he goes flying to the side by a blast.

You look where it came from and seen Katsuki with his hand outstretched, with his other hand in a circle.

"Protocol AP shot... leave. or i will call the police" Katsuki's voice never sounded more powerful.

"You think they'll listen to a robot? I'm a human, nonetheless the number 2 hero-"

"I have footage that is already downloaded onto the motherboard of you threatening to kill, someone who you thought was a human, without hesitation"

Todoroki glared at the busted open robot before fleeing the scene.

Katsuki smirked before falling to his knees.

"System failure. leakage of fluid and damaged parts are detected" Katsuki's voice sounded robotic as he spoke.

"Katsuki!" You ran to his side, getting onto your knees to examine what was wrong and how you could fix it "why would you do that?!"

Tears blurred your vision.

"You know why, (y/n)" he cupped your cheek, forcing you to look into his eyes.

His usually warm hands were now very cold and metallic against your skin.

"You... love me?" You managed to whisper.

He nodded "I'm sorry, but now you're sure to get a free replacement or something, or even money back"

You sobbed into his neck "dont go... please, your all i have"

"I'm sorry (y/n)-n)... but m-my body-y-y-y is t-too damaged" his voice malfunctioned.

"I cant say goodbye" you looked into his eyes, his face cold in your hands.

"You dont have to... I'm already-y gone" he smiled before his face fell limp and his red eyes turned grey.

You screamed in sadness, not knowing who to call.

》time skip, its now Christmas《

"Merry Christmas (y/n)!" Mina yelled, walking through the doorway of your house.

As soon as Mina opened her eyes she was met with a dark room, save for the computer screen. Clothes were piled on the floor, Ramen noodle cups were in heaps in your small waste bin.

"This place is a mess!" Mina sighed. Walking over to you.

"Its not that bad" you sighed, bags under your eyes.

"I know you've been very distraught since katsuki..." her voice trailed off before continuing "but you need to take better care of yourself!"

You looked up at the pink girl, tears in your eyes at the mention of his name "Whats the point?"

Mina sighed, placing a bag in the corner of your room before walking towards the door "I'll be back in a few days, I have patrol tonight, see you" Mina smiled before walking out the door.

You were alone again... no Mina... no katsuki... just you and and empty bed...

Why would this happen? He meant everything to you...

The sounds of knocking on your door brought you attention away from the blonde man.

"Delivery!" A familiar voice sounded from the front door.

"Coming..." you dragged your feet on the floor, cracking the door open.

"Delivery to (y/n) (l/n)" she handed you a small box.

You signed the papers and brang the box inside, placing it onto the table.

You started crying... she was the one who brang katsuki...

.

.

.

"(Y/n)! I placed your Christmas gift under the tree, I gotta go, a villain was spotted near xxxx, love ya!"

You opened your eyes after you heard the front door close.

Whats the point of Christmas? No ones here, no decorations accept the tree in the corner of your livingroom.

Under the tree were several gifts. Dozens of small ones, and a couple of big ones.

"Lets start with this one" you opened the box that was pretty small. Opening it to see a note and a ruby necklace.

'Dear (y/n), merry Christmas, I'm very happy that you accepted me as your teddy bear. Every day, you made life seem so amazing and I'm glad I can experience it with you.

-Katsuki

You put it on, smiled at it before continuing with the presents. Each gift from katsuki, making you smile, some were cute, some were edgy, and some were funny... he really knew you.

Time for the last one, it was the biggest but it wasn't nearly as tall as the tree.

You didn't need to check the tag to know it was from katsuki.

"What did you get me thats this big, you dummy?" You mumbled, slightly excited.

You opened the box.

You were barely able to comprehend anything.

There sitting on his knees, was katsuki bakugou, his eyes closed and posture straight.

"Katsuki?" Your voice came out as a whisper, tears stinging your eyes.

As soon as he heard your voice, he opened his eyes to see you.

"(Y/n)-"

Before he could finish the first word of his sentence, you tackled him with a hug, tears streaming down your face.

"I Love you too!"

He smiled, hugging you back ever so tightly "thank you".

[somediyprojects]

DIY Watercolor Paper Flowers

Project by Nicole and Kelli:

I’m so excited to share this DIY with you today!  But first, I want to introduce to you my friend Nicole from Bloem Hill, part owner of an amazing floral and design company based  in Southern California.  Nicole and I have partnered up to bring you a fresh new DIY project once a month, and I can’t be more excited about it.  If you are anything like me, you need someone to challenge you in your craft endeavor’s, and Nicole’s my girl!  Be sure to stop by her blog to say hello.  She is incredibly talented.

Naturally, we are kicking off our DIY series with florals!  But even better, florals that will never die! (my kind of flowers!)  We decided to put our own spin on a paper flower with an organic, natural and painterly feel.   It took a bit of trial and error, but we love what we came up with!

First, you will need a pair of scissors and some paper.  We used this natural fine paper from Paper Source.  Cut about 10-12 rectangular pieces roughly 4″ X 2.5″  in size (larger for  a larger flower, smaller for a smaller flower).  You could then use your scissors to cut them all into the shape of petals, but we preferred tearing the paper by hand so that the edges were left rough and slightly frayed.  They all don’t have to be perfect.  In fact, having them irregular looks even better in the end.  

After you are done shaping your petals, you’ll want to paint them.  We used Winsor & Newton watercolors in mustard, peach and grey.  But use whatever color palette is inspiring to you! This is the part that allows you to get creative.  Mix your paint with water and start painting your petals.  I would suggest making the bottom portion of the petal darker, and then fading up to a lighter shade at the ends.  Let the petals dry.

Next you will need some rustic floral wire and some pliers.   The wire will serve as your stem, so cut it to the length you desire.  To create your flower, take the petals (they should be fully dry at this point) and begin wrapping them around the top of your stem using floral tape (not pictured) to secure them.  We did 2 petals at a time.  After you have attached all of your petals and your flower is full, it will need a “center” to cover up the exposed wire in the middle.  We just twisted solid black paper into a small ball and used a glue gun to attached it to the center.  We also added touches of black paint along the edges of our petals to give them a little definition.

A fun trick for adding a little extra sparkle to the center of your flower :

Cut a strip of metallic tissue paper and using shredding scissors, cut along the edge leaving at least a centimeter uncut. Roll it, metallic side facing in, around the top of your wire before you start attaching your petals.  This will leave you with a pretty little pom in the center when you are finished!

[self-shipping-doll13]

Hey.😀

For the writer asks: 🎁?

Hi Goldie! Thank you for the ask lovey

November 29th, Liam’s birthday.

Liam wakes up first, naturally. November mornings in Belfast are still black as pitch at half-six, rain tapping the sash window like an eager customer trying to be let in. He doesn’t mind; there’s something comforting about knowing the city is soaked while the two of us are wrapped up tight.

I’d probably try and get up before him to make him breakfast and tea, pamper him a little, but he’s like if an early bird and a night owl made a love child. I’ve made a point not to sing happy birthday, which he appreciates more than he can say. Liam doesn’t make a fuss. He never does, to him it’s a date on the calendar and nothing more. But it’s admittedly nice to have this sweet thing all to himself now.

If anyone else mentions his birthday, he’ll brush it off with a half smile. Let’s not make a song and dance of it, he says, reminds me I’m getting older. The day’s quiet and the bar runs itself for a little while, and the usual crew rolls in as the afternoon wanes. People who like him might bring squished cards a little wet from rain or small presents. Someone sticks a candle in a tiny pound cake and can’t get it to light. People buy the man a pint in his own bar.

Liam’s hard to buy gifts for because how does a man who can get you all kinds of things—for a price—lack for anything? I wouldn’t store it at his flat, too much risk of him finding out. What I don’t know is he probably knows anyway from keeping tabs, but when I show up knocking on his door in his office he still acts surprised and touched haha. I’d probably try to make him something that couldn’t be replicated, to various shades of success.

He’ll bring me in close, kiss me slow, and I know he means thank you. He pulls me into his lap right then and there and lets me know what he really wants :)

Mine, December 6th.

I don’t even have to tell him how I feel about it. He just knows. Of course he does, he’s him.

Liam may have to stir earlier than I do, but I awake to him brushing my hair out of my bleary eyes, so gently and tenderly. He’ll wish me a happy birthday in a quiet voice, make sure I know he hasn’t forgotten and that I’ll have something to look forward to later.

There’s a cup of hot chocolate waiting for me in the kitchen with the good creamer, and a folded little note next to it with tilted handwriting:

"You’re loved, today and every day. But especially today."

If I’m in the pub at anytime during the day, there’s always an extra wink or glance for me, and I never have to pay for anything of course (not that I ever do now haha). He saves the real celebration for later, behind closed doors when it’s just us, where he knows I’ll feel safest.

He’ll push something wrapped in brown paper into my hands then—probably rectangular shaped xD

[vuulpecula]

Every day was the same. Wake with the dawn, wash, dress, help make the breakfast, then off across a small patch of grassy land to tend to the Seeds. Fox knew when to keep her mouth shut, knew when to forget the secrets she heard, because of this, she was trusted. Perhaps more than some. Not that she thought much of it. How could she be special when it was the brothers who brought about the new word, when it was Faith who helped the most beautiful flowers bloom, and when the Father had what he called Visions. She, however, was only another member in the great project. A sheep in need of shepherding.

Entering the building where Joseph Seed was housed, Fox dipped her head toward the members who stood in the main rooms, a content smile on her lips, and a tray of tea in her hands. She walked calmly to the door to Joseph's room, sat the tray on the table in the hall, and poured the crushed powder into the still steaming cup. Jacob had told her it was medicine, that it was something Joseph needed, and she did not question it. Doing exactly as he said, every day.

"Good Morning, Joseph," she greeted softly as she opened the now unlocked slot in the door. Carefully placing the tray with the tea and his meager breakfast on the shelf protruding. Aside from glimpses through the small rectangular slot, she had never seen him fully. Not up close, anyway, or in person. Sometimes, she thought about bending down to level her eyes with it, but it felt too sinful to give into her curiosities, to invade his space.

"There was marmalade today, I put some extra by your plate." Technically, she wasn't supposed to talk to him, but, truth be told, she was lonely. She imagined he might be, too. "And--" Looking quickly up and down the hall, Fox carefully pushed her hand into the opening in the door. Her closed fist opening to reveal a rather battered looking, tiny blue flower. It had lived in her pocket since yesterday, and the petals hung limp and wilted against her palm. As if he was a wild animal, a tiger stalking around in a cage, Fox dropped the flower onto the shelf and pulled her hand back quickly.

"There's a grove on the edge of the forest filled with the start of all these blue flowers. It is the first sign of spring, I think." She smiled to herself. "I thought you might enjoy seeing something from the garden."

@general-kalani starter

[lynnedwardswrites]

Find the Word

Tagged by @vcaudley! (Thank you!)

Tagging @authoralexharvey @linaket @indecentpause @writernopal @rhikasa

My words: listless, shadow, and break

Your words: assistant, throat, two

Everything from The Hare and the Jackal, as usual

Listless

(Draft 10, Ch 7, POV Isabella; "Dieter" is Creed)

Dieter makes a face like he’s insulted by the insinuation that we’re doing something immoral and leans forward, posturing. “I’m not sure what you mean, milady,” he says. “Not everyone with good information obtains it by cheating.” “You seem to have some strong ideals, Mr Bain,” she comments, matching his lean. “I like a man who knows what he wants.” “Is that the general explanation? For their meetings?” I interject, suddenly feeling ill. “That they’re discussing business deals?” She turns to me, eyes still glinting. “It seems to be. The Inquisition either believes it or hasn’t found enough evidence otherwise to openly accuse them yet. Which reminds me.” She pulls a folded slip of paper from under one of the crystal vessels on the tea table and hands it to me. “I’ve gone to the trouble of making a hit list for you.”

Shadow

(Draft 10, Ch 14, POV Creed)

I climb out of the bed, pulling the loose white tasche shirt over my head as fast as I can in the nippy, unheated air, and peek up the hallway. I can just make out Isabella’s hunched shadow radiating briefly across the floor from the kitchen table. It moves, like she’s up and working already, even though I’m pretty sure I went to bed first last night. I wonder if she got any sleep at all as I tuck the tasche into the pants, and pull on the rectangular gray jacket. My uniform for today’s activities. “Today’s activities.” The cold gets rid of the grogginess really quick, and by the time I’m carrying my teilen boots out to the front room, there’s a growing excitement doing a moth dance in my empty belly. I sit on a dilapidated armchair and start lacing myself in.

Break

(Draft 11, Ch 4, Captain Ober POV; all characters are feran (i.e. werewolves) currently in their brode (hyrbid) forms)

Rasmussen growls quietly, across the lid from me. Larsen is to my right, nearer the front of the lid, and his gray-banded head twists to look at his partner, his tongue wetting the roof of his mouth thoughtfully. A yellow iris rolls back to look at me, exposing the white of his eye at the front. It makes him look anxious. “Easy, Rasmussen,” I say softly. “Don’t you tell me to go easy when we’re stuck in a hellhole like this,” he snarls under his breath. I look at the other two, but they’re both keeping their gazes carefully off of him. “Alright. Lets take a break.” Rasmussen lets go and stalks away without any more warning, letting his end of the lid slump in the remaining hands. Kunz huffs in surprise, staggering in place as he compensates for the extra weight. The three of us set the lid down together, being careful not to crush anyone’s fingers. Larsen trots after his partner as soon as we’re all in the clear. The sound of a brazier toppling follows. Rasmussen’s kicked it.

[sliced-peaches]

starry 🌠

hwang hyunjin | 2.4k

lil drabble (?) bc I love hyun and I love love. funny love languages and confessions. that’s it

barely proofread, no warnings, just a couple of besties to lovers

pls enjoy 💕

There’s a buzz running through your body, a pleasant one, as you walk towards the car. As you approach the passenger side door, Hyunjin rolls the window down and smiles in a way that has your heart clenching. Full of warmth, a hint of mischief. Just how you like it.

“You wear that skirt just for me?” He attempts to wriggle his eyebrows for extra flair.

You try your best to curtsy, both of you snorting at how ridiculous it looks in a mini skirt. “Mostly for me, but I’m glad you’re enjoying.”

He throws his head back and laughs.

“Get in, loser.”

Once the door closes, he’s reaching into his backseat, fumbling through various items that should probably be in his apartment (or in the trash!) but will probably remain in the car for another month or so. And you’ll complain at least three more times before he finally does anything about it. “Okay, I got you something.”

A giant smile is already forming on your face, expecting a gag gift or some strange souvenir from a museum or vintage shop he’s visited recently. You’ve dedicated a shelf (or two) on the bookshelf in your apartment to the collection of random oddities. From small trolls and rubber ducks, clown salt shakers to a giant drinking glass shaped like the leg lamp from “A Christmas Story”.

You can never truly be prepared for what Hyunjin decides is worth the purchase. The collection goes beyond the shelf though; you have beautiful vases on end tables, old postcards from places that might not even exist anymore taped onto the wall, a few teacups in the cupboard (he has the matching cups in his own). Pieces of wood carved into various animals, like the screaming squirrel he said reminded him of Jisung. He got a good deal on an extinct pinned beetle that’s hanging in your bedroom.

(“Hyun, this must have been expensive!”

“I haggled with the owner for a bit, it helps when they don’t know shit about bugs.”)

It’s hard not having the eyes of your artist friend, you could never curate anything half as insane as Hyunjin. So you try to pay him back by getting his coffee often, being a really good photographer (not like it’s hard, look at him), babysitting Kkami when he’s out of town, making baked good that he swears could rival Felix’s. Anything to make life easier on him, even when he says he doesn’t need you to.

He says he just thinks of you when he finds these gifts, thinks you’d like them or “appreciate the humor”. He doesn’t tell you he also just loves to see you smile at weird things with him. You don’t tell him how your heart almost beats out of your chest thinking about how sweet it is that he wants to share them with you.

It’s like a little game, a willed secret between the two of you, that you’ll harbor as long as you have to, to be able to share these fleeting moments of pure love. He can’t lose your smile, you can’t lose his warmth. So he continues to place strange tokens of love into your hands like a penguin sharing a pebble.

But today, he pulls a rectangular shaped gift wrapped in brown paper. It’s so tame in comparison to everything else, you’re scanning his face to see if it’s a joke. All you find is a small smile, almost shy. A shy Hyunjin is a rare occurrence.

It’s surprisingly light once he places it in your hands. “This one is special. You have to open it in front of me.”

You tsk. “Right now?”

“Yeah, why not?” He adjusts in the seat so he’s facing you, one foot on the seat and his knee pressed to his chest.

You look around and out the back window. “You’re parked illegally too-“

“Hurry up and we can leave!” He hurries your hesitancy along with his hands, practically bouncing in his seat. He’s unbelievably cute like this: nervous, excited and a little pushy. So you indulge him.

Running your hands along the front, your finger stops where he’s written something: to my special friend

“Aw, I’m your special friend?”

He looks away, but can’t hide the way the tips of his ears start to tint red.

“Shut up, hurry up,” He whines while you giggle and you snap a photo of his handwritten note with your phone.

“Okay! Okay.”

You carefully start to unwrap your gift, starting with the small pieces of tape on the backside. Careful not to ruin what’s inside, you pull the paper back slowly (agonizingly so, he thinks). His full attention is on you when you finally pull the paper away, anticipating your reaction.

At first, you��re silent as you stare at what is actually a small canvas in your hands. It’s not hard to make out. Two people sit side by side on a couch, no clear faces. There aren’t many details but the colors.

“Did- did you paint this?”

He nods. “I did.”

“I had to make sure, this would’ve been a crazy find out in the wild.”

He’s chewing on his bottom lip while you continue to study his painting. What if she hates it? “…do you like it?”

“Yes, I love it!” You carefully drag a finger across the picture, feeling the dried texture of oil paint. “It’s beautiful, Hyunjin. I’m sorry, I just can’t get over the colors. The couch is pretty, and the people don’t bleed into it at all. I feel like I’ve seen this before. How did you-“ You cock your head to the side, something about this scene so familiar to you. The slope of shoulders, positioning of bodies. “Is this us?”

“It is.” He slightly adjusts in his seat. He doesn’t know why he’s so nervous, it’s just you, but he feels like maybe he crossed some imaginary line for whatever reason. That he probably drew himself.

“You let Jeongin borrow your Polaroid one of the first few times we all hung out. He took a picture of us on some strangers couch. I can’t even tell you who’s, I got so drunk that night.”

“Dude I remember now because that’s the same night we made a drinking game out of how many times drunk Felix told someone he loved them, that’s why you were so fucked up.” He groans thinking about the hangover the next day. “My bad.”

It was mostly your idea, already three drinks in to Felix’s six or seven when he started to drunkenly tell every single one of his friends how much they meant to him, teary eyed and sniffling. Hyunjin was curled into your side cackling, a weepy Felix curled into the other before Chan had enough and hauled him over his shoulder to get some food in him. You vaguely recall stumbling out of said strangers house, the both of you clinging to each other and laughing because you couldn’t stand or see straight.

That was the first night of many outings with dear friends, but the first night you looked at Hyunjin and realized how bright of a star he was. From his laugh to his smile, to the little sticky note drawings he’d leave for you during classes, the way he cried when he saw monkeys fighting in a documentary, the cute jingles he’d make off the top of his head when you shared a treat. You would never ask the star to come any closer, content with just being able to witness. But you also hoped it would shine in your sky for a long, long time.

“Anyway, Jeongin found the photos from that night, I’ll have to show you the rest later because they’re fucking insane. But the one he took of us was… honestly the best photo of us ever. And I didn’t even know it existed until about two weeks ago.”

“What a find. That’s from, like, two years ago.”

He’s fiddling with the ring on his hand. Placing yours on his shoulder, you squeeze and he looks at you. Just takes a good look at you, eyes full of sincerity when he speaks again.

“A good two years it’s been.”

He begins to unfold and sit in the drivers seat like a normal person, taking the paper from you and haphazardly throwing it into the backseat.

“This is such a special gift, Hyun. Really. Thank you.”

As he brings his arm forward, he ruffles your hair. “For a special lady.”

“Ugh we’re getting sappy today, this is so cute.” You wipe a fake tear from your eye. But your words are honest. “You’re just so talented. I’m honored you gave me this. What a testament to our friendship. I don’t even know if I can match this.”

“Don’t even think about that. You mean so much to me.” He remembers the invisible line. He decides since he might have already crossed it anyway, with no complaints, he might as well just be honest. “More than you know.”

“You mean a lot to me, too.”

Pausing to look at each other, you fall into habit.

“I love you.”

Said a thousand times.

“I love you, too.”

This time it’s a little different.

Something shifts between you two, something like your definitions of love finally lining up to mean the same thing. There’s an unstoppable force causing you both to lean in closer to each other only to stop with tour noses mere centimeters away. Almost as if you’re synced you give each other a three second long opportunity for an out, eyes meeting and looking for any sign of uncertainty, but then simultaneously leaning forward to close the gap. You were both certain, you both wanted this.

Your lips press into his gently, and he smiles into yours, a hand coming up to cup your face. There’s a shared warmth in split into each chest, over bloomed and ready to spill out. Hyunjin’s chest almost bursts open when you lay your hand over his, so he deepens the kiss, hoping you can feel all the love he’s been storing away for you. Love he was uncertain he’d ever be able to expel. Your chest is so full it feels like you can’t breathe, full of love for this beautiful, strange man, that it almost pains you to part from him to catch your breath.

He rests his forehead against yours, the most beautiful smile plastered onto his face. He smiles so big his eyes are crescents, and the brightest laugh erupts from his chest. You can’t help but laugh with him, at him, at yourself, at this. It’s a pleasant surprise, and yet you’re not surprised one bit. Of course this is how it goes.

You kiss his cheek. “I know you know this but you’re gorgeous.”

“It has taken on such a different meaning hearing you say it to me like that.”

“And I’ll say it again.” You kiss him once. “And again.” Twice. “I always meant it before.”

“I know but I wasn’t sure if you ever saw me like that.“ The corner of his mouth twists up, thinking back on how his heart would race when you’d simply compliment him, at the time knowing it was just what good friends do. But from you, it meant everything. “It’s one thing to gas up a friend, it’s another to tell them how truly fucking beautiful you think they are.”

You falter. His gaze is something you’ve seen him give you before, but this time you aren’t trying to convince yourself that it doesn’t mean what you truly wish it did. “You think I’m beautiful?”

With a chuckle, he tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“You’ve always been the brightest star in my sky.”

It’s like hearing your soulmate saying the magic words. Of course these two stars would end up in the same constellation. You should’ve known sooner.

“Ugh, shut up.” And you kiss him again.

“You’ve always been the only star in my sky.”

Pulling away, he feigns offense. “This is not an opportunity to one up my compliments.”

“Get used to it, loser.” You sit back and settle into your seat. “And let’s go. You’ve had the hazards on for like fifteen minutes.”

[sio-writes]

I was tagged by @mundanemoongirl (at least I hope it was meant for this blog! I don't post writing to my parent blog) for a snippet of work I'm proud of!

I'm going to tag @vaya-writes and @monsterkisserlove and everyone who wants to follow up!

This a scene with Lorphyra (my dnd character) meeting her husband! She's been my muse for a while now, so I'm excited to share this!

The hall leading to the war room has always been permeated by the sound of dripping water; a quick, even tempo that starts at the stairwell and lasts until Lorphyra enters the room, and then it goes silent. It's a comfort, the plink of water on hard stone, almost like a guide from her quarters to the room where she's most needed.

She's timed her steps to it once, even wearing soft shoes so the click of her boots wouldn't throw off the count. Fifteen to make it up the stairs, and thirty-seven to walk to the doorway. The councilman waits between five and ten to open the door after she knocks.

It's a reliable routine, a bit of control she exudes over herself.

The door swings open, and she's ashamed to see that she's the last to arrive. The messenger raven had awoken her from a rather pleasant nap, and she'd been slow to wake up.

His Majesty Harrowind sits at the head of the large strategy table, flanked by two personal guards. The grand councilman is to the right, glaring at her as if she were a bug under his shoe, and she returns the look with added disgust.

"Come in, dear, come in," His Majesty beckons to her, and she steps inside.

The strategy table takes up the majority of the room, a rectangular beast of a thing, containing a map she can read with her eyes closed. A map of Csareni, the surrounding countries of Jakoria, Branchan and Lazarun, and small stanchions to denote the placement of troops and bases. The walls of the room are lousy with armor and loot.

The king is reclined, leisuring in his stiff metal throne. He's leaning heavily to one side, legs spread, and one large hand propping up his cheek. He's dressed informally, only a tunic and doublet over dark pants that cover his artificial leg. His hair is in simple braids pulled back in a knot, and all his jewelry is stowed away. The fact that he also seems to have just woken up, and seeing not a piece of armor on him tells Lorphyra that this meeting is a casual one and, more importantly, could have been sent through a messenger raven.

Ah, well. She had no plans today. Practice her sword form, tend to the garden hanging off her windowsill, maybe go shopping in town for a pair of new boots. But serving the King outweighs all of that, and she's happy to assist in any way. Even if that way is inefficient and takes up her time.

Something else catches her attention, though. There's an extra body in the room.

Lorphyra noted him when she walked in, but paid him little mind since people come in and out all the time. He's a tall man, filled out at the shoulders, with dark auburn hair pulled into a knot at the base of his skull. He's wearing the plate armor of high command, layered steel and gold embossed with delicate runes, and Csareni's insignia stamped into the chestplate and on both shoulders. A general, then.

Lorphyra's time as a tactical advisor has gone on for nearly a century now, she's seen so many faces come and go that they tend to blur together. But this one, she'd definitely have remembered meeting. Handsome, yet punchable. He had turned to her once she'd walked into the room, and his deep blue eyes had never left her. It wasn't a lecherous stare, but one of curiosity, wonder.

"Hello," Mystery General says, extending one large hand over the table. "What's your name?"

"General," Harrowind snaps. "You claimed you had news regarding the upper range."

The General stands up straight, finally tearing his gaze from Lorphyra and landing on the king. "Yes, your Majesty." He steps around the table, searching for the location his troops were stationed.

"This region here," the General says, pointing to an area just south of the border of Jakoria. "Beyond the river. My troops and I surveyed before advancing, and the hills are gone."

Harrowind frowns, rubbing his grizzled chin. "Gone."

The general huffs a laugh, his smile not at all charming and boyish. "Blown apart, actually. They either have a lot of magic users or a few very powerful ones. The entire hills have been laid flat."

Lorphyra turns to Harrowind. "Your Majesty, we lose both cover and height advantage if they plan to attack from the plains which, knowing Therugi, will be his first move."

A moment passes by, where the king and the general share a look, and then His Majesty leans forward, hand on his chin in thought. "You mean to take the flatlands, general?"

Lorphyra throws a questioning look at the general, who nods. Harrowind switches his gaze to her, and gestures down at the map.

Shifting her focus on what to do next, Lorphyra feels the mechanisms of her mind beginning to wake up, and they begin to plan their next steps.

***

Lorphyra exits the room with a headache, pounding in time with the now incessant drip of water throughout the halls.

The general slams the door behind him with a bang, making her temples throb.

"My lady, if I may," he says, keeping up with her hurried steps. He's easily a head taller than she, and his boots clank against the stone. His voice is deep, a pleasant rumble she could sink into if she's not careful.

"You may not, General," she says, keeping her head down. The less she sees of him, the better. "Negotiations are for the council."

"I simply don't think cutting through a civilian area will yield goodwill towards the crown."

She scoffs and rolls her eyes. "They should be honored to serve their king."

"That's not how they'll see it."

She stops short, and he stumbles over his feet to round on her. "And what would you know of that, general?"

He plants his hands on his hips, regarding her cooly. "I know my people, my lady. More than those of us that sit in towers moving troops around like livestock."

It is a show of great restraint not to plant her fist in his smug face. She grits her teeth and pushes past him. "You're a fool."

Again, he follows behind her. "A fool with the trust of his soldiers."

"They don't need trust. They need to follow orders."

He flinches like he's been hit. "That's cold."

"We're at war, General. There's no room to be soft."

"Empathy is what makes us, my lady, what separates us from chaos. I take care of my soldiers so they take care of each other."

She stops at the top of the steps, through with this condescension. "Are you quite done?"

He grins at her, as if the past few minutes haven't been full of biting back and forth. "I still don't know your name."

It's her third test to refrain from pushing him down the stairs.

[spillerfurniture]

Furnishing Your Space: What Are the Different Types of Furniture?

If you're facing an empty house or a major remodel, you'll have to make some tough decisions. Before you decide how to furnish your home, educate yourself on the various types of furniture, like bedroom bench storage, etc., and the names of furniture pieces to help you make the best decisions for decorating your rooms. Let's go through them room by room:

Furniture for the Dining Room

Of course, this is the room where your big events will take place: Thanksgiving dinners, birthday candle blow-outs, and Sunday brunches. The dining room, on the other hand, sets the tone for some of your quiet moments: a weeknight dinner for two, a game night with the kids, or morning coffee alone.

Choose the appropriate dining room furniture for all of these occasions, big and small. There are three types of dining tables: round, rectangular, and square. You can buy armchairs made of wood and upholstered, and wooden and upholstered side chairs. Stools for the bar and counter, sideboards, console tables, and benches for dining

Office Furnishings

Whether you use the office full-time or just to catch up on work after hours, it's critical to have a space that allows you to feel organized, productive, and comfortable. Shop for office furniture necessities such as desks, storage cabinets, bookcases, and more.

Furniture for the Living Room

A living room serves as the focal point of your home. The ultimate meeting place The pressure is on to create a space that is both functional and beautiful, as well as comfortable and gracious. Remember to not only fill the space with enough furniture to seat a crowd but also to leave enough space for guests to move around comfortably.

So, what exactly is living room furniture? There are many more options than you may think, including sofas, sectionals, sleeper sofas, loveseats, accent chairs, chairs-and-a-half, chaises, swivels and gliders, recliners, and ottoman chairs.

Of course, your living room will require space for a television, a serving tray, or décor. Coffee tables, end tables, benches, accent tables, accent chests, bookcases, open shelving, credenzas, and consoles are some examples of tables and shelving. You can also add extra style by putting a Gately coffee table with a lift top in your living room.

Bedroom Furnishings

What kind of bedroom furniture is appropriate? That may seem like an odd question, but this is where you can let your imagination run wild. The bedroom allows for the most design freedom of any room. After all, this one can be tailored specifically to your and your partner's preferences. Begin with the essentials, such as beds, headboards, chests and armoires, mirrors, mattresses, benches, a mirrored Dresser and nightstand set.

Wrapping Up

Furniture comes in a wide range of types and styles, each designed for a specific purpose and aesthetic preference. There are also various types of bedroom sets for kids available today. These are just a few of the many types of furniture available, and each category has countless variations and styles to suit different preferences and functional needs.

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