#there's a very warm cosy cat who will be disturbed if i move also

[dont-offend-the-bees]

Ooooof I made the mistake of getting into bed for a laze around bc I had a headache and now I'm warm and comfy and don't wanna go socialise send an extraction team

[demonicheadcanons]

Obey Me Brothers + Little Affections

AN: Keep thinking about the little things each brother would do to express affection. Some warm fluffy stuff because we all need it. Enjoy!!

The hair drying one on Lucifer’s sparked this entire thing thanks

Lucifer

- Washing and drying your hair. You know if you get your hair washed at a hairdressers and they just. Go to town with a towel drying your hair? He finds it hilarious and loves doing that. You’ll hear him chuckle, unable to see him because your face is covered by the towel. He’s softer towards the end but initially when trying to get most of the excess water his only concern is not actually hurting you. He’s also genuinely trying to help, just having a little fun with it at the same time.

- Continuing on from this, Lucifer will ruffle your hair. If it doesn’t really upset you, he loves to make a mess of it, and he grins at you, your hair sticking out every which way.

- The second his brothers aren’t around, he seems to canonically love holding your hand under the guise of keeping track of you or comforting you. Its partially true - the MC gets into trouble easily, so its good to keep a hand on them. However, the comforting affect goes both ways.

- Sharing information with you implies a close bond (or at the very least, a strong curiosity, like when he hints at where Mammon’s card is / when he talks about the album) and it means Luci cares about you a lot. He likes to talk about his interests and introduce you to things he cares a lot about. A lot of the time this comes in the form of music, because it’s something he’s able to enjoy whilst still doing his work.

- Doing origami or other paper crafts together? Really relaxes him. It’s so peacefully intimate and cosy. You sit together at his desk, work documents hidden out of sight for now, and make whatever you can out of colourful little bits of paper. He likes making flowers, although he’d never say it out loud, but he makes you countless crowns with paper flowers of all different kinds. You walk in one day when he’s taking a break from work and he’s got paper cranes lining the entire length of his desk. He calls you over and puts one on your head for absolutely no reason before acting like it never happened.

- If no one else is around and he’s feeling a bit daft, he’ll sweep you up into his arms with no warning and just hold you like that, staring directly into your eyes with a daring and loving smile on his face. This happens most when it’s late at night and all the coffee he’s had is starting to wear off and he feels a little more relaxed and open. He’ll carry you to his room to cuddle, too, if you don’t have anywhere else you need to be. Just pray none of his brothers encounter you two because he’ll set you down on your feet immediately and he won’t help you up if you fall.

[[Other Brothers under the read more]]

Mammon

- Fist bumps!!! He passes you and holds his fist out, and pouts if you don’t immediately bump your hand into his. Do the snail or turkey thing once and he falls in love with it. Lucifer, tired and stressed after a lot of work, decides for once to go along with giving him a fist bump because he’s too tired and no one else is around, and Mammon does the snail thing. The look on Luci’s face is worth everything that happened after. But when its you, Mammon just smiles and beams at you. He’s really happy.

- Sitting so close together that you can’t possibly move without disturbing the other. Sides fully pressed together even if he doesn’t have an arm around you or your hand in his. He likes the constant contact, it’s healing. So heavily invested in whatever you’re watching that the two of you simply don’t realise how close you are until the episode ends and you realise you’re leaning your full weight against him and his face is red but he’s smiling so softly you can’t bring yourself to move.

- You’ll have to start the habit, but, tackle hugs. You see him in the distance somewhere and sprint over and tackle him full force. He’ll act mad at first, especially if he trips and falls over or he’d been talking with someone else, but he holds onto you tightly and his face is beautifully flushed. After a while he’ll do it too, although he’s a lot gentler, but if you hear him call your name you need to turn around quickly and hold your arms out. He’ll lift you up into the air and twirl you around once or twice before just, going on with his day as normal. You hear his laughter as he walks away, bright and bubbly and confident, exactly as he should be.

- The absence of insults is important for Mammon. He’ll tolerate it if it’s every now and then but he’ll really notice if you’re always kind to him, he pays attention and holds tightly on to every compliment you give him. When he feels low he finds you and holds you in his arms, fingers playing with the loops in your jeans, as he recites off every nice thing you’ve said to him, hoping you’ll reaffirm them. Did you mean it when you said he was one of the most caring people you’d ever met? When you said his eyes made you feel at home?

- He likes feeding the crows with you. It’s something he does without telling anyone, but one day he takes you out along with him and the crows take a liking to you instantly. He likes how you look with his crows standing proud and confident on your arm, your hair a mess from their flapping wings as you laugh and try to get the last bits of food out from the bag.

- If you style his hair and put random accessories in it - anything from silly plastic hair clips to flowers to feathers - he’ll keep them in all day. He doesn’t care who sees because his MC spent their time doing this for him, and he’s happy to tell anyone who dares criticise him.

Leviathan

- He’s awkward with any affection at first, but he actually builds up to quick tight hugs when he’s really happy. If he’s incredibly excited - just won tickets for something, or some idol liked his comments - expect to be tackled in a hug. He gets flustered after, but if you hold tightly onto him he won’t let go immediately.

- If they even vaguely relate to his own interests, Levi will try hard to be invested in anything you really enjoy. For example, he’ll watch your favourite shows with you or try and read things you enjoy, etc.

- At the same time, Levi will share his interests with you. It’s not something he can really avoid doing as it’s ingrained in him to ramble about his special interests, but it will come in seemingly smaller forms - for example, he’ll hand you his headphones one day, blushing, and ask what you think of this song, or he’ll show you a paragraph in a TSL book that has particularly good rhythm or evokes a lot of emotion. If he lends you his books or DVDs it’s practically a proposal.

- You two have full conversations with Henry as he swims about in his tank. About silly and pointless things or very serious topics, from jokingly scolding him to venting about the future and about school and such. It warms Levi’s heart.

- Horn pats. When he’s in his demon form, pull him down to your level and pat his horns. He’s so flustered he can’t move the first few times, but one day he’ll start coming up to you and asking you if you want to do it. He likes being able to be in his demon form, and likes that you’re comfortable with him even when he doesn’t look as human.

- When he’s very comfortable with you, he likes to wrap you up in surprise hugs and laughs if you try to squirm your way out of his grip, a brilliant mischievous glow in his eyes, any self-consciousness long forgotten.

Satan

- I’ve said this before on another post but Satan likes to pet your hair and run his thumbs over your palms, pressing into them gently like he’s touching the pads on the paws of a cat. He traces circles and presses kisses into your palm and over each finger tip and knuckle, like it’s his own form of worship.

- It takes a long time to build up the confidence to do so but I can see him like. Playfully nipping at your skin if he presses light kisses against your shoulders or neck. If it makes you laugh or blush he smiles against your skin.

- If you fall asleep somewhere he’s the first person to go get a blanket to throw over you - he’d rather just let you sleep if you’re somewhere safe instead of disturbing you to lift you elsewhere, and risking waking you up. Occasionally he’ll kneel down beside you and stay there with a book until you wake up, and he’s fallen asleep like that once or twice.

- Just. Talking. Laying down together and going from topic to topic, saying whatever crosses your minds with no filters and no judgement. Letting time pass by with the comfort of the other, laying on your back in the planetarium or library or in his room, wherever there aren’t books piled up. No responsibilities except to listen to the other, and every now and then you laugh and he feels like maybe this could be home.

Asmodeus

- Sharing things, whatever it is. Food, clothes, jewellery. Taking a necklace off and putting it on him because “this would go so well with your outfit,” or holding out your fork and telling him to try some of your food, it tastes heavenly. Perfume, as well, is a must - he wants the two of you to smell the same.

- Like Mammon, he likes to have some kind of contact with you at all time - holding hands, an arm across your shoulders, anything. But the main point of contact he truly adores is if he has his hands on the skin of your stomach or back, even in the most innocent way possible. If his arms are around you and you’re comfortable with it, he’ll tuck his hands under your shirt and trace shapes against your hips, stomach, back, lower ribcage. Wherever he can. It’s something he’ll do absentmindedly without everything thinking about it, and it recharges him when he’s low on energy.

- He actually really likes working alongside you, whether it’s school work or something related to a part time job, or a potential business idea. He’s smarter than anyone would give him credit for and he loves how you look when you’re deep in thought, trying to solve something, and how your eyes light up as you figure it all out. He’s not one to just give you the answer to things, so if he knows something and you don’t he likes to hint at it like it’s a game. When you guess the answer right he presses a kiss to the tip of your nose and beams at you.

- Late night phone calls where you talk about whatever’s keeping you awake. He doesn’t mind who’s calling who, he wants to ramble or listen to you at any given moment and he’ll give up his sleep if it means you can get something that’s bothering you off your chest. Similarly, there is no greater comfort for him than getting to complain to you about something or other, something that’s genuinely bothering him and that’s stuck in his head. He feels like it only disappears when you take a hold of it for him for a little bit.

Beelzebub

- Sharing food, obviously, means a lot to him. Feed him bites of your food, give him anything you don’t want, and he’ll love it. He especially loves if you share food that’s important to you in some way, and you’ll find him giving you little bites of his food too the closer you two get. It means a lot to him when people embrace the fact that he eats so much, instead of scolding him for it or making jokes about it.

- He really likes holding hands. Your hands are so small in his and yet you trust him not to injure them as you pull him along. He feels possessive sometimes but isn’t outwardly affectionate enough to do anything about it, and the last thing he wants is to make you uncomfortable. It’s the perfect thing for him.

- Stacking random things on the other. Sitting cross-legged in a park, pulling daisies out of the lawn that’s about to be mowed anyway and gently placing them into each other’s hair, on the other’s shoulders and laps. If you’re laying in his bed he’ll take random light objects off his night stand and place them on top of you. There’s no purpose and no intention, and yet it makes him smile and gives him butterflies, and he laughs if you glare jokingly up at him but let him continue.

- Run your hands through his hair, down the sides of his face, under his jaw. Anywhere. He melts in an instant, mouth slightly open as you poke his cheeks or tickle his neck and shoulders with feather light touches.

Belphegor

- Nap. On. Him. Any time, any where. Snuggle up to him, lean your head against his shoulder or bury your face into his neck or lay down on his lap and just rest. He blushes every time and it takes him a second to recover. Sometimes he’ll angle himself so he can lean against you two and he’ll fall asleep as well.

- He likes those kind of monkey hugs where you wrap your entire body around him and he can bury his face in your neck and hold on as tight as he wants. He’ll walk around like that until you get to the attic and he can throw you into his pile of pillows and blankets, and he flops down on top of you and clings onto you again, trying to hide his face because he’s smiling so wide his cheeks hurt.

- He loves playful, back and forth banter. He’ll tease you constantly, loves if you pout at him, loves it more if you retort with something and keep it running for a while before the two of you start laughing.

- Being childish. He’ll stick out his tongue at you or pull a sudden face and he expects you to do it back immediately. If you don’t he’ll poke and tickle you, telling you how disappointed and hurt he is.

- Headbumps! But not too hard. Gently bump your head against his shoulder to get his attention and he’ll pat it. Bonus points if you nuzzle into his hands then - he’s hard to fluster but you can hear him swallow as he starts to go red. You’ll immediately have all of his attention to yourself.

- Belphie is the king of silent conversations. The tiniest gestures, nods, tilts of the head. He can pick up on all of them, knows exactly what you’re trying to say without you saying it, to the point where sometimes you won’t even realise you’re not talking aloud.

[vorstigon]

A small fic inspired by @donitkitt ​‘s incredible Aftermath AU (thank yaa), because omg am I speechless. I adore it so much, a true treasure for both angst and fluff, ahhh.

TW: a bit of graphic imagery, a bit of swearing, torture flashback and a depressed turtle boi. Also, sorry for any stupid mistakes. Alas, English isn't my first language, and tenses can be pain in the ass. 

First Struggles.

Flash.

A horrific view in front of him.

Flash.

Someone is screaming.

Flash.

Is it Donnie?

Flash.

Watch. Watch. See them!

Flash.

He saw a figure he loathed. He gave it a sharp, penetrating stare of pure hate.

Flash.

His surroundings were becoming a blur.

Flash.

He couldn't see them. Everything was dark.

Flash.

Leonardo woke up hyperventilating, his body was shaking uncontrollably. If he could, he would have hissed, forced himself to take control over his own body. He knew he couldn't.

Once the first flash had been subsumed by his eyes, he wasn't in control.

He wondered if he ever would.

Saying stop to the ifs might be a good start. There's no need for those ifs any longer.

The trembling dark green shape – his right hand, he presumed – managed to detach itself from the thigh, slowly shaking its way towards the scratched plastron, aiming to land on his aching heart. Just breath.

But was there really a reason to breath? He managed to hit the rock bottom. He failed the team as a leader, but most notably, he failed his own little brothers. That what irony is, right? Years of balancing being both: a good leader and older brother and failing both simultaneously. 

His brothers.

Leo's right palm squeezed the left side of his chest, slightly brushing the heartache away. A deep breath was taken, he took control over his body.

Standing up was another challenge – his body felt sore. Shouldn't come as an eye-opener, he remarked to himself darkly, pun intended; there was a lot of throwing up yesterday. The image of Donatello's right arm – the lack of it, rather – has nearly caused him to stumble. That cracked bone, mess of muscle tissue, vigorously bleeding arteries… Blood. So much blood.

He shook his head.

Huh, as if shaking would help his mind stop projecting the disturbing imagery. The anguished sounds Donnie made once pain became unbearable; they fulfilled the silence after solid "No" had been spilled to Bishop's face. Raph's angry voice, swearing and trying to protect the younger brother, despite the cuts all over his body and a bleeding eye. Mikey's impulsive shaking and shrieks of terror and cries, as Donnie's blood touched his face. Mikey's eyes couldn't move away from the horror unfolding in front of him, no matter how hard Leo tried to make the youngest look at him – anywhere, really. And Leo failed even at this seemingly doable task. He failed all of them.

He blamed himself for finding his brother's injuries "disturbing", too. That's a way too simple word for it. Those so-called injuries will stay with them forever. And it was all his fault. The least he can do is to help them.

He has to breathe.

With a muffled grunt, Leonardo shook his head again and headed towards the door. The blue mask was hanging loosely on his neck, his body was gearless. The door slowly opened, revealing a small crack of the completely dark room. A cat-like, focused and sharp blue eye showed itself. Leo cursed, as the lair's main light appeared to be way too bright for his peculiar eye. Besides, everything has become a blur to him anyway. He closed both of his eyes, trying to focus on other senses. He found out that his senses were no good either, but he will work on it, sharpen them like the only intact blade he had been left with. Surprisingly, this blade has managed to survive through everything.

At first, he directed his senses on the nearest open space – their living room. Gladly, his memory was more precise than his eyesight. Leo erased the image, focusing only on his hearing. He could hear the static emitting from TV, also managing to pick up the sound of plates slightly drifting like layers as they contacted with each other. Someone was in the kitchen, cooking as it sounded. This calmed Leo down to a certain point, creating a familiar, soothing and cosy feeling of the past… Yes, their rather peaceful past before… Before. And Leo would be damned if he would have allowed himself to forget any little detail of what had happened to them. He would not fall for this illusion. Though curiosity was still a strong feeling, Leo wanted to check who was in the kitchen.

And since he was definitely safe for now, he could try to figure this out on his own.

The first one to check was Mikey. Leo silently opened the door, warm relief spread over his body as he felt the youngest laying on the bed. Sadly, there's also been a feeling of anxiety radiating from Mikey's sleeping, slightly trembling form. Leo would have woken him up, but as long as his brother wasn't haunted by the intolerable nightmares and actually gets some sleep… He would leave him be and be ready in case his assistance would be needed. Besides, Klunk has always been the best emotional support for Mikey, and now she sensed the itching feeling of being needed more than ever. The orange cat stretched and squished itself over Mikey's plastron, purring loudly, calming him down. 

Leo mimicked his earlier movements, silently exciting the room.

He then directed his attention on the med-bay nearby Don's room, as Donatello for sure would have been there. Out of commission, growled Leo darkly in his head. Once they had managed to break free, meeting with the rescue team, Donnie couldn't handle the pain any longer and passed out. He hasn't woken up ever since. Leo suspected that to happen since they were rescued about three days ago? Was it three already? Or more? It felt like yesterday, everything was way too vivid. 

Leonardo could barely see the shape of his pale brother lying on the medical bed. His legs and left hand had been strapped to it, Leo could barely remember holding unconscious Donnie down, as April and Splinter were trying to fix… What still could be fixed. They were trying to ease the pain and stop any chance of potentially lethal infection which might come with such a major injury.

Leo signed with relief, sensing steadiness in Donnie's breathing. He shut the door behind himself, slightly smiling and feeling less nauseous.

Moving his snoot slightly, he sniffed intensely, slowly making his way towards the kitchen. A very familiar smell enwrapped him with its strong concentration, though he could only pick up eggs and ham mostly, knowing Raph, cheese would be present as well. Being in such vulnerable state Leo wanted to smell everything. Every single ingredient, the amount of pepper and salt added, and be able to predict location of his brother by the sound he makes. Before walking in, Leo would say that Raph was standing nearby the coffee machine, it was next to the oven so that he could see everything that's going on with the omelette. Raph really didn't like being teased by Mikey if the omelette was even a bit over-fried. His own fault; shouldn't have taunted Mike all the time about getting slightly burned up food.

Memories. Leo wanted to fuse with them, instead of picturing them as an image of what he and his dear brothers used to be. He was starting to hate those goddamn overwhelming memories. If they were to recover, he should not allow himself to melt within their melancholic peacefulness. There was nothing peaceful about what had happened to them.

Once he stepped into the kitchen, he loudly tsk'ed, annoyed with himself as his damn senses were apparently non-existent. Raph wasn't standing near the coffee machine. Not a big deal, he would have normally said, but now, with this disability – a reminder of his failure – this mistake made him as angry as he was at Bishop. Twisted fucker. Leonardo cannot afford to stay as weak as he had been, in his memory. Such a failure deserves to go blind, and this will be and stay as a reminder. From now on, he must train harder, way harder than he ever did.

"N' good mornin' to ya as well, brother," said Raph, his words were soft. Leo could have sworn that his usually smug brother has smiled as wide as ever once he saw him. Leo waved in return. "Wanna have breakfast now?" continued Raph, noticing tension radiating from his older brother, but didn't react on it.

"Let's wait for Mikey." quietly replied Leo, placing a comforting hand on Raph's shoulder, receiving a nod from the latter. 

In all honesty, he wasn't up to another session of puking today. Yesterday has gotten that nasty privilege already. But he was certainly up for some training. Of course, if "some" meant 'the state of mere consciousness'. With that, he left Raph alone, Leo's eyes flashed with confidence and determination, as he tightly clenched his fists, heading towards the dojo.

[7wanderingpaws]

1st MOONSTAR.

⭐Star Gazers and Moon Watchers🌙. *A GOT7 SERIES.*

Genre: friendship / dreamy AU

Word count: 3.5K

GOT7 members present at the Starry Hostel tonight: Jinyoung, Yugyeom

☔ Weather forecast for today's meeting: Clear, starry skies with no clouds; fullmoon is over however the moon’s light is still strong. No wind but the temperatures at night time are chilly. Please, dress warmly.

                                     29th August 2018

The summer was slowly coming to an end and the sunsets came faster and yet lazier. Sunshine was no hotter as it was reflecting on the people seas that were gently hugging the shores of Jeju Island. Only the sound of waves was the proof of life still moving on, Earth still rotating and lives getting crashed.

The Starry Hostel, as it was called, was very well known among Koreans for its peacefulness and one of the nicest views of the stars. All the astronomy fans would end up reserving a room in this magical, cosy host just so they could properly observe the sky that seemed still and yet all of it was moving.

There was a local legend being whispered among locals that if a true friendship would be made under these skies, thousands of stars would fall and all the wishes the friends would come true.

Despite it being a legend, there were some who would insist that it did, indeed, happen and all of it was magical and almost unbelievable. Those people left the country to live in Hawaii.

“Right. That right there ruined all the glory around the silly legend. No wonder those people never came back. It isn’t true,” said Matilde, pushing her black hair out of her face as she was working on dough in the hostel kitchen. Her hair was quite the curiosity for people who noticed; under the right angle her hair had shades of deep purple.

“Matilde, this is just a legend. You don’t need to get worked up over it,” said Gyuri, the older lady who owned the Starry Hostel. She was on the meaty side and had a generous smile that left wrinkles around her warm, brown eyes.

“Yes, I know,” sighed Matilde. She grabbed the dough and brought it to the other counter to fill it up with minced meat. “It would just be so nice to have such a friendship, you know?”

“Of course, dear, but you do have friends. There is no reason to be sad about anything.”

True. Gyuri seldom said something that wouldn’t make sense in Matilde’s eyes but this time she felt a pang in her heart at the thought of her friends. All of them already left for Seoul to prepare for the start of another semester in uni while Matilde was still stuck on the islands with issues that suddenly attacked her and her family.

A sudden ding coming from the entrance made Matilde stop. She wiped her hands in her apron. “I’ll go answer. There are new guests coming today,” she murmured on her way out.

“If they are job applicants, tell them we don’t want any new workers!” shouted Gyuri from the kitchen just as the door closed. Matilde nodded for herself and stepped into the tiny lobby that was of bright yellow colours making the tourists feel like they were on a sunny island.

“Hello, how can I help you?” She asked kindly as she stepped behind the tall desk and looked curiously at the two young men standing in front of her.

“Hello, we made a reservation for one night,” said the taller one with blondish hair. He was probably the older one.

She nodded, focusing her gaze on the computer screen. “Can I ask for your name?”

“It’s Kim Yugyeom and Park Jinyoung,” answered again the older one. He handed her his ID and was a little shocked to find that he was younger than her. Oh. A 1997 liner.

Geez, I’m old, thought Matilde trying not to show her surprise. Then how old must have this black haired guy been? Don’t tell me he is from 2000s!

“Alright, it’s all set. I see you already paid for the reservation. You will be staying in the room number 3 with a lovely view of the ocean. The breakfast is from 6am until 10am so make sure to catch it. We cook quite delicious food here,” Matilde said with a kind smile, handing them the keys.

“Korean food?” asked Jinyoung with a spark in his eyes.

She nodded. “Yup, fresh octopus all day everyday!”

They laughed and said their farewell as Matilde let them go.

She quickly typed in the necessary information when the doors opened again. A shorter girl danced her way to the reception looking way too excited.

“Hello, I’m looking for a job here-”

“Sorry, we are not looking for anyone now,” interrupted Matilde before she could finish.

“But this hostel is so nice and cosy, I could clean - I’m very good at that - and I also like to cook-”

“I’m really sorry. Maybe try the next season,” answered Matilde with a sad face.

The girl looked very disappointed as she nodded, thanked and left, her shoulders down.

Matilde sighed and looked out of the window. There was still sunlight but she could see that the sun was going down now. The colours of the sky were turning light and tired. Time for stars to come out.

⭐🌙

When it was the right time, Matilde left the hostel with the necessary food and beverage, her notepad and binoculars and eventually the black cat of the hostel. She just followed people around but she was a good kittie.

“Look, Pancake, it’s all out and beautiful again,” Matilde whispered excitedly to the cat, making her way to the beach just behind the hostel. It was quiet, there were no city lamps disturbing the sight in front of her and she held her breath in as she was soaking up the beauty.

The sky seemed a little purple tonight, the shade of Matilde’s hair.

Before Matilde could make herself comfortable in the sand and enjoy her shrimp chips, two taller figures were approaching from the hostel towards her little place. They were talking quietly in a respectful manner and when they saw Matilde looking at them with big, squirrel eyes they bowed and stopped not far away from her.

“Wow, the sky is beautiful,” sighed Jinyoung in amazement. He wanted to take in all the glory in front of him but his eyes could see only so much.

“Where are your glasses? It will be better with them,” said Yugyeom.

“It’s actually the best if you just lie down and stare. Your eyes will adjust after some time,” Matilde said, the pack of shrimp chips still unopened in her chubby little hands.

She was surprised when they walked towards her. “Mind if we join you?”

Matilde nodded, gesturing with her hand on the sand. “Please.”

She was used to talk to the guests. She was quite chatty and was not embarrassed easily which was for some people admirable. Although she had her little circle of friends at Jeju and Busan (where she was studying), there was always a special magic weaving around the guests who would come and stay at the Starry Hostel. That’s why she actually found herself enjoying the company of strangers.

These two were, not surprisingly, no exceptions. Yugyeom was a bubbly youngster with honest and the warmest eyes and highly respectful manners. He was too tall for Matilde’s liking but he was a gentle giant as some dreamers would call him. He said he was entering uni this upcoming semester and he was looking forward to it very much. He was going to study music as he aspired to become either an indie or an R&B singer. He intended to create his own style that would be unique.

Jinyoung, the quieter one, had a pleasant laugh and he was actually older than Matilde by two years. He loved reading books and not talk too much if he didn’t have to. He was studying in Busan as well which surprised Matilde. “I’m from the south so I always felt closer to the southern cities than the northern ones,” he would say. Despite having two sisters, he was still shy around women (Jinyoung didn’t say that, Matilde made the obvious observation).

“And what about you?” asked Jinyoung once he finished his resume. “What is there to know about you?”

She sighed. They were all full of Matilde’s snacks now, lying down and staring at the stars. Sometimes one of them would point out a special sight but otherwise they would just murmur random information.

“Hm, what shall I say... I also study in Busan. But that’s not important to know… Hm, maybe this was one of those harder summers for me so I can’t wait to get out. On the other hand I wish I could stay,” she said and smiled kindly, turning her head towards Yugyeom who was lying beside her. “What a feeling, huh?”

“It’s a very annoying feeling, to be honest,” answered Jinyoung, intertwining his hands behind his head for support. “You love the place where you live but the circumstances make you want to leave it. Sometimes, they even make you hate it.”

“So true,” sighed Yugyeom. “I was growing up in a town not far away from Seoul and I used to love it. There were many kids playing on the streets. We actually used to dance a lot, coming up with silly choreographies,” said Yugyeom looking up but his stare was far away. Jinyoung looked at his good friend with worry. “But later in life, one of the friend’s turned their backs on me when they heard what my family had been through. They judged me and made fun that I would end up the same way.”

Matilde frowned unhappily at the thought.

“I love my family, don’t take me wrong,” said Yugyeom quickly, “I would do anything for them and I want to support them financially as much as possible but I felt so embarrassed at the time.”

“People are stupid,” snarled Matilde and turned to face Yugyeom. He looked at her quizzically. “People are stupid and shouldn’t be taken seriously!”

“So should we laugh at you now?” joked Jinyoung, smiling at the furious girl.

“I mean, you can trust me! But-but the thing is that there used to be this extremely addicted alcoholic and he was very aggressive. Sometimes even abusive if you wouldn’t play the correct note around him. We wanted to help him so much; we were ready to pay the hospital bills, to put him into rehab in order to save him.” Matilde shrugged and leaned back on her back, looking at the stars who witnessed her story. “But he wouldn’t want to hear about it. He would scream and shout, call us all the beautiful swear names that possibly exist on this Earth and do nothing all day but drink cheap vodka. It was quite miserable. He was dragging everyone around him down.”

“Why didn’t you just stop caring for him? I mean, obviously he didn’t want any help from anyone. Why waste the energy?” asked Yugyeom.

Matilde smiled kindly at the younger boy. “For the exact same reason you got judged. We didn’t want people to judge, to laugh at us, to point at us that we are mistreating someone.”

“But why was he important anyway?” asked Jiynoung in confusion. He wiggled his toes, focusing on one particularly bright star.

It took some time for her the reply. And even that one was faint. “He wasn’t.”

Silence fell over the trio when Matilde decided to continue. "After some time and lots of abuses, he became sick. People would talk because they would blame us for how he ended up. Apparently, we didn’t take good enough care of him. We ditched him.” She laughed bitterly. “We were at fault but nobody saw what was happening behind the closed doors. He was a massive cross to bear for us. That’s why, dear Yugyeom, don’t pay attention to anything other people say. Don’t let it get to you. It is worthless and takes your energy.”

Yugyeom nodded, acknowledging her words. “I didn’t mean to upset you at all.”

Matilde let out a genuine laugh. “No, you didn’t. Usually, I don’t talk about it but here I am.”

“It’s the stars, I’m sure,” said Jinyoung. “And I have to agree with you, Matilde. It isn’t important what other people think. The only thing being important is you and yourself only.”

You all eventually laughed.

It was interesting how some strangers could feel so close to someone they never knew before. Matilde for sure felt closer to these people than her closest friends. They wouldn’t give two damns.

“So what are your plans exactly over here?” Matilde inquired.

“Enjoying the night sky, which we are already doing,” said Jinyoung. “We are just bummed our good friends couldn’t be here. You would like them too!”

Matilde nodded as Pancake nudged her hand to pet her. “I’m sure I would.” Just then, somebody was calling from the back porch of the hostel.

“Matilde! Come for the cakes!” Gyuri.

The boys looked up in question as Matilde got up on her legs. “Friends, would you like to join me for my midnight cake feast?”

And this is how the three of them ended up in the hostel’s kitchen while Gyuri was telling them a story about how she started managing the hostel by herself. She was a loud talker as Jinyoung and Yugyeom found out.

“You know, nobody told me anything! I was just thrown into the deep!” Gyuri was saying, her hands all over the place as she was gesticulating.

Jinyoung nodded as he stuffed his mouth with another yummy muffin. Yugyeom didn’t even bother to acknowledge he was listening; he was so into the sweets.

Matilde was smiling the whole time. She knew Gyuri’s story better than her own, but her voice was still a lovely background noise. It was so lively, so passionate it gave Matilde a motivation to work harder on herself.

“But kids, you don’t eat enough!” shouted Gyuri as she brought another plate full of cakes.

“Oh god,” sighed Yugyeom. “I’m so full I can still feel the food down in my throat.”

“Don’t be disgusting,” scolded Jinyoung. “And eat.” He smiled cheekily.

Matilde could sense he had some degree of savageness into him as she was observing the charms both boys had. However, she knew there was something behind the curtains.

  If it wouldn’t have been for them, maybe he wouldn’t become such a mess as he was now.

“Jinyoung!” shouted Yugyeom when he saw him in the school corridor. “Heey, nice to see you!” The younger one jumped on the back of Jinyoung, making him laugh.

“Ah, look at you, you monkey,” grunted Jinyoung, hoisting Yugyeom up on his back. “You have training?”

“Yup, in twenty minutes. Make sure to come and watch after you are done with your literary club,” said Yugyeom and Jinyoung put him down. He smiled at him.

“I will.”

They were walking down the corridor, both of their backpacks full of books, their uniforms ruffled from the whole day spent in school. “Jinyoung, how come you look always so happy?”

Jinyoung’s smile froze for a moment, startled with the sudden question. Yugyeom was genuinely curious about the secret behind Jinyoung’s smile. The wrinkles around his eyes were always deep and there was no doubt once he was going to get older, the wrinkles would be prominent and forever tattooed around his big eyes.

“What do you mean, silly?”

“Just,” Yugyeom shrugged. “You are always smiling and it seems like there are no bad things in your life whatsoever. I want to know what it is so I can also be so happy!”

Jinyoung gulped and gave his friend a weak smile.

If only you knew...

Jinyoung was barely two years old when he remembered his mother cheating on his father. They would be both smiling brightly, put him in front of the TV in his little chair and disappear... Flashbacks of the dark bedroom would appear in front of his eyes whenever he recalled those moments.

People say we don’t remember our childhood. Jinyoung, however, knew better.

It was almost twenty years later, before Jinyoung left for Busan to study, that he brought it up.

“Mum,” he said, walking into the kitchen where she was cooking rice cake soup – his favourite. “Have you ever cheated on dad?”

She didn’t even bother to act surprised as a pleasant smile grew on her face. “What are you talking about, dear?”

“Just answer me. Did you or did you not?”

“No, I didn’t,” she replied kindly, looking at her son. “Why would you think that way? Do you, perhaps, remember something?”

That right there proved Jinyoung his right. How could someone be so careless? How could his own family laugh in his face? Wasn’t he old enough to know the truth?

“It would be much better if you would say yes if it meant saying the truth,” muttered Jinyoung, his mood extremely cold and annoyed.

It was known that Jinyoung’s parents didn’t have the best relationship but they still decided to stay married and live together. Until the guy who his mother had secret relationship with decided to reappear in their lives.

“You are not his son if that is what you are asking me!” she shouted from the kitchen.

“I wouldn’t even question that but good to goddamn know!” he shouted back. He stormed up into his room, slamming the door behind him. First thing that came from his room was a massive bang as his fist landed on the wall, creating a little whole.

The pain was overwhelming but god, did it feel good. Angry tears were rolling down his cheeks.

“How come you are always so happy?”

“Sometimes, Yugyeom, the people who smile the most are the ones who are hurt the most.”

And Yugyeom knew. When his friend said those words, he knew them all too well. Jinyoung was definitely someone to look up to but Yugyeom also knew his own truth.

Before his entire family was the one to be pointed at in the streets, to be laughed and to be judged, he already knew that it was not an ordinary life he was leading.

“When are you finally going to stop caring about what others think?!” screamed Yugyeom’s older sister. “Don’t we already have enough problems? Do you have to create more?”

“It isn’t about that,” replied Yugyeom, too calm. “It’s the fact that we have these issues. We shouldn’t. I am not going to accept that they point at us while they know absolutely nothing about us and our problems.”

His sister snickered. “Sure, Cassanova. Then go, spread love and peace but this world is too ugly for it to care about your pure heart, Yugyeom. You either learn how to fight or you let yourself be beaten up, just like you are doing it now.”

Yugyeom squeezed his eyes shut, not liking to hear the truth. He opened his teary eyes. “I don’t want it to be this way. I just want to be happy finally.”

“And you will be,” said his sister, coming closer to her brother to soothe his aching soul. “You will be happy, once you decide for it yourself.”

Yugyeom sighed. “How do I do that?”

Her smile was cheeky, her eye gaining a mischievous spark. “You just be it. You care only for yourself and make sure your intentions are always pure and honest. This way, no guilt will eat you up alive, no frustrations will attack you because at the end of the day, you can lie down in your bed and say: I did my best.”

“People who usually come to this hostel have interesting stories to tell,” said Matilde as they lied back down under the bright night sky, their tummies full, their souls satisfied. “I knew you guys wouldn’t be any exception.”

“I think it depends on the point of view after all,” said Yugyeom. “Those who went through a lot can see others’ problems in a lighter way than those who actually have them.”

“That’s why it’s good to talk to others about your issues,” expressed Jinyoung, trying to find various constellations with his eyes. “They can give you a totally different perspective about your issue.”

Matilde nodded. “Yes, that’s true! I don’t know about you guys, but it really helps me when I tell my issues to my friends and they just laugh because they can see a resolution so quickly while I feel like I’m walking in viscous circles.”

“True,” nodded Yugyeom and he smiled. “You should meet our friend Jaebeom. He is exactly like that – always seeing solutions, not panicking... I wish he would be here with us.”

“Hey, don’t forget Mark, Bam, Youngjae and Jackson.”

“Wow, you guys have international friends from America?” asked Matilde, surprised.

“Oh, no. Well. Actually, they are internationals but they speak pretty good Korean, right? And they are from all over the world,” said Jinyoung, nudging Yugyeom with his elbow.

“Hell yeah!”

“Nice,” smiled Matilde. “Hopefully, you guys get to meet each other under this same night sky.”

“Soon,” replied the two guys in unison.

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Hi Erin! Can I kick things off for the celebration with a ship request? Ilysm💕

This took me absolutely ages because I’m a lazy shit, but here it is! The first of the ships! This is the only ship that I include both Marvel and Seb Stan, I don’t have time to do both for the other ships. This is also extremely detailed, but I hope you like it @whothehellisbella darling! ❤

Your best friendis: Clint Barton 

Why you get along: His sarcasm and wit is similar to your own, and his kids love you as well. Clint was one of the first people to accept you into the Avengers Tower after you started dating one of their team members, and his humour made you relax in their presence. 

I ship you with:Wanda Maximoff

How you met them:

 You work at Forever 21 as a part time salesattendant otherwise being an independent indie singer.

One day, a woman around the same age as youcomes into the store, and you recognise her as the Scarlet Witch. She asks youfor clothing that you think would suit her, and with your stylish flair, you’reable to choose clothes that look perfect on her. You think she looks stunningin them and you say so shyly, making her blush.

She comes back time and time again, and you’realways able to pick out new pieces that compliment her.

One day, when you’re having a break, Wandaenters and you greet her, giving her a hug as you’ve become quite close. Shebrings out a rose and asks you to go out with her, saying that she’s waited forover a month to make a proper move.

You say yes immediately, making everyone in thestore look at you as you squeal excitedly.

You have your date at a coffee shop right aftershe asks and you completely miss her shift, but you don’t even care.

Cutesy headcanonsabout your ship:

You guys kiss. Like, a lot. Aside from alwayshaving to be physically connected, you don’t mind some good ol’ PDA. Whethershe quickly brushes her lips against your forehead in the bookstore or you kissher deeply at Tony’s annual gala, you still both go into fits of gigglesafterwards.

 Sometimes,when one of you has applied lipstick and the other hasn’t, you give each othera kiss to transfer the lipstick over

Youtry out glittery lipgloss, matte lipstick, bright neon, dark and pastelcolours, lipstick trends from all the ages

“Wanda,where’s my red velvet lipstick?” “I’m wearing it.” “Wanda, give it back, rightnow!” “Nope.” “WANDA!” “You’ll have to kiss me to get it.” “You’reinsufferable.” “I know.”

You introduced Wanda to new styles of music andit turns out that her slightly accented voice is amazing at singing. You oftensing together at the top of your voices until the early hours of the morning.

Shesings the backup vocals for all your EPs, and the quiet nights when you recordthem are the best nights in her opinion

Wheneveryou’re anxious, stressed or anything of the sort, Wanda slams your head intoher lap (not that viciously) and sings a Taylor Swift song (because she’s alsogrown to love her as much as you do), her soothing tone relaxing you while herfingers run through your hair gently

Foryour first year anniversary, Clint and Laura are able to make vinyl copies ofyour favourite EP, and though you don’t sell it, it’s very close to your heart

Alongwith the vinyl EP, they buy you a beautiful, vintage gramophone to play it on.It creates a warm atmosphere in your living room, and Wanda loves to take yourhand and pull you into a dance

The Avengers Tower has a rooftop cinema so everynight, you and Wanda hog the roof and queue all your favourite tv shows.

Wandahas the tendency to piggyback you unexpectedly during the credits of eachepisode

“Putme down Wanda!” “I refuse.” “But I wanted to see the actor who played—,“ “It’sSebastian Stan, Bella.” “You say that for every actor!” “I know.” (Wanda alsoloves saying “I know,” just to piss you off)

Sometimesyou get scared during Buzzfeed Unsolved so Wanda conjures up red constellationsin the sky to give a cosy and magical atmosphere          

Yourcat also loves the constellations so she curls up in between you and Wanda,pawing at the red magic in the sky before settling back down

I ship you with: CarterBaizen

How you met them:

Your high class friend drags you to a party thatyou don’t want to go to at all.

As soon as you get there, you’re laughing atyour friend as she’s dazzling the room, but you yourself stay in one cornerbecause it feels too formal.

Somebody notices you and you suddenly regretletting your friend choose your slightly revealing outfit. He begins drunkenly hittingon you and when he tries to draw you into a kiss, you’re ready to punch him.

However, Carter comes up behind him and basicallysmashes the guy’s head into a bar before pulling you out.

He offers to take you to the nearest 24 hourdiner, and though you’re surprised that he, Carter Baizen, wouldn’t stay at theparty, you agree. You get along easily and are close friends by the time heescorts you home.

A month later, you’ve both ditched yet anotherparty in favour of staying in your apartment and binge watching Netflix.

You have a mouthful of M&Ms in your mouthwhen he turns to you and asks if you’ll go out with him.

Rest assured, you almost spit out the chocolatein shock as he laughs. You say yes instantly, surprised that he actually likedyou back, considering his high status in the city. You make a time before goingback to eating your chocolate and watching Netflix. Except for the fact thatCarter keeps kissing the top of your head.

Which pisses you off because you want him tokiss your lips.

Which he does eventually.

Cutesy headcanonsabout your ship:

Carter pampers you so much, it’s not even funny.Despite you telling him that you don’t need it all, he gets it all. Once you’vemoved in with him, your wardrobe is filled to the brim with the most beautifulclothing there is, as well as dozens of cabinets of makeup.

“Carter, can you help with this dress?” “Surething doll, wait, how many goddamn zips are here?!” “Exactly! We’re going to belate if I can’t get into this dress!” “Well you took about two hours to get yourmakeup done!” “You’re the one who bought it all for me…Carter, what was thatsound?” “Uh…I may have…ripped one of the seams…?” “CARTER!” “I’m sorry, I’msorry!”

Sometimes you tell Carter that he doesn’t needto buy your affection, but he tells you that he just likes seeing his best girllooking like the goddess she is

In spite of this, he loves you best when youhave zero makeup on and wearing loungewear. Especially when you’ve just wokenup because your hair is messed up and he gets to comb his hand through yourlocks while you mumble nonsense because you’re still slightly sleep dazed

Carter cuddles and kisses you like there’s nodamn tomorrow. Sometimes it’s to show that everyone else has to keep their handsoff of you, but most of the time it’s because he’s just a love bug. He alwaysprefers to settle for a quiet date night in your apartment instead of an outingbecause it means he gets to shower you in affection without any weird looksfrom the public.

Many of your early mornings are spent with cupsof coffee and a book in your hand as you lay on the couch. Carter wakes up agesafter you, and when he does, he comes out of the bedroom only to flop down ontop of you, wrapping himself around you and kissing all along your neck andcollarbone area.

Because in your apartment, you practically havea whole bookstore, you read a new book to him each morning because it ‘wakeshim up.’ It puts him to sleep. Again.

You usually order some takeaway and get yourfluffiest blankets and pillows on date night. You don’t bother with the makeup,and you just wear your silk robe and gown. The two of you normally choose arom-com and curl up on the couch while attempting to have as much of youphysically connected to him.

Paparazzi loves to give Carter attention sothese quiet nights are special to you, as you’re never disturbed and you gettime with your boyfriend.

Whenever a new show comes to Broadway, you go toit. No matter what it is, you go. Whether it’s a rap or an electro-opera musical, Carter will do his best to take you to it on opening night.

The first show you go to is Hamilton, and youget to see it with the original cast. You dress up to the nines and you’re soexcited that you trip over your long skirt, Carter quickly grabbing your arm tostop you from completely falling over

You keep your tickets for every musical ofcourse, and get a small ornate frame to put them in, lining them up along yourliving room wall. The collection grows bigger and bigger and you often have aphoto of you and Carter on the opening nights to go along with them

After every show, it’s obvious that you and yourboyfriend has to belt out all the songs. Let me tell you, you don’t go to sleepfor ages after the musical, still too hyped about having seen the show and thensinging the numbers at the top of your voices 

Thank god for soundproof walls, because if anybody came near the penthouse, they would be deafened

Hope you like it Bella!

ships are closed

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Best Swaddle Blankets For Your Baby

My first baby didn't take care of swaddling. We swaddled him dutifully for the first few weeks as a result of that is merely what we thought we have been alleged to do. (I bet if a nurse at the hospital had caught a self-adhesive Christmas bow on his smooth spot I might saved on doing that too.) We gave up on swaddling pretty shortly, although, as a result of we simply didn't have any blankets to swaddle him with. For best swaddle blankets, well muslin swaddle blanket follow the link here.

If the advantages are so numerous, why do not more mother and father swaddle their infants? It can be a challenge to learn to swaddle a child correctly utilizing a typical blanket. The blanket have to be tight enough to stay fixed and make the child really feel secure, and yet loose sufficient in order that the toddler would not develop into overheated. As soon as a child begins shifting around, he typically kicks off his blanket, and a loose blanket within the crib can enhance the chance of SIDS. And most receiving blankets aren't massive sufficient to correctly swaddle a rising infant after a couple of months or even weeks.

Best Swaddle Blankets;

Receiving best swaddle blankets are a staple in a baby's world. They are an all-purpose blanket made from light-weight materials reminiscent of thermal waffle, polyester, fleece, muslins, flannel, and extra eco-pleasant choices akin to natural cotton or bamboo. They are both sq. or rectangular in form and will not be overly thick so that they can be easily wrapped across the child to assist preserve their body warmth. Newborns need to preserve their caloric consumption for weight achieve and may waste calories sustaining their own fragile temperatures.

Tangential, but I am fascinated by Caitlyn's child! I've all the time loved sleeping beneath heavy, heavy quilts (down comforters are wasted on me) however I hate the constriction of sleeping luggage. I am completely going to ask my husband to bury me in dried beans.

My son peed through all the pieces pretty usually the primary few weeks, so having enough items to wash and wear simultaneously was necessary. Newborns sleep on a regular basis in order that they're principally swaddled always. Then only during naps and sleep. This was our experience, I'm certain everybody choses in a different way based mostly on what their child likes.

Whereas swaddling prevents Sudden Infant Dying Syndrome (SIDS), it may also put it on the market. Confused? If you do not swaddle the child properly, and the folds are too close to the newborn's neck (thereby obstructing the windpipe), there are possibilities of SIDS. So just be sure you're swaddling the newborn accurately and leaving enough room close to the neck region.

Swaddling is practiced widely in hospital nurseries, and oldsters in nations comparable to Albania, Turkey and Afghanistan have used traditional swaddling strategies for generations. These strategies usually embrace particular swaddling clothes and bands, or several cloths positioned in a specific technique to keep the baby secure.

Being such good, huge and comfortable blankets, they're good for functions other than simply swaddling. I additionally like them for being out and about in the stroller or car seat, and they're nice for nursing or tummy time. Among the finest swaddle blankets you'll discover!

I used the hospital receiving blankets to swaddle my first son (6.5 pounds) and only from the chest down after the first couple of weeks. And we've got a couple stretchy waffle-weave blankets which are superior for swaddling, imo. A budget receiving blankets were good for tossing over the kids within the carseat in the summer. Generally the a/c is just a little much for the little ones but a bunting is way an excessive amount of. I was actually tempted to get a Miracle blanket for my 2nd son (10 kilos). I used to be given one as a present and a Swaddle Me as well. My 2nd son HATED both of them with a a fiery ardour. OMG! He hated them a lot. Both my boys principally simply wanted their legs swaddled as they liked to sleep with their arms raised. Swaddling the arms after a couple weeks was met with angry screaming child.

As soon as your toddler is past the swaddling stage, a wearable blanket (also referred to as a sleep sack or child sleeping bag) is extremely beneficial as a substitute of loose blankets, again due to the suffocation hazard the blanket can pose.

One other wonderful thing about these muslin swaddle blankets is that it comes with a foot pouch on the backside that's snug and yet stays comfy. It may be very tough to kick themselves out of the blanket and the arm flaps help safe their arms. This helps cease your baby from making facial scratches or make sudden actions (such because the startle reflex) that will solely wake them up and interrupt with their sleep. Most significantly, you would not have to deal with Velcro straps which may be very disturbing while you try to make diaper modifications in the midst of the night.

Now, what does this blanket have that makes it a true miracle? We aren't fairly certain both but it surely's in all probability the mixture of comfortable swaddling and a few belly stress that helps soothe them. Possibly this makes them really feel like they are nonetheless inside their mother's womb? Most certainly. However, whatever the reason is, we love that it works!

At first glance, the Woombie swaddle seems very tight and small but you'll have to remind yourself that infants come from the womb which might be snugger and tighter. Don't worry, your baby is within the excellent place and the comfy feeling is actually what helps soothe them and get them to sleep longer.

He did really begin busting out of that eventually, though, and we ended up getting the Halo Sleep Sack Swaddles. I beloved them. They can be utilized as a sleep sack, or they've this piece of cloth you wrap around their arms and fasten with a huge piece of velcro - there is not any getting out of it. Our son loved them, and so did we. We used them till he was about 6 months outdated, till he started rolling over in his sleep. The day we stopped swaddling was a sad day in our house.

All a budget flannel receiving blankets I've are rectangular - WTF? Fortuitously an older good friend of ours has a friend with a serger stitching machine, and she simply buys a yard of flannel (usually on sale at Joann for $2 or so) and serges the perimeters to make one GINORMOUS square swaddle blanket (forty eight x 48 inches, baby!). Our pal sent us 5, and we used them in constant rotation, and now I order a set as my customary baby shower reward for pregnant associates.

Numerous babies lose their capacity of arousal if they are swaddled for too lengthy. This implies they wouldn't know when to get up. While many parents need their babies to get a great sleep, babies must be swaddled for a restricted time only.

My second was a cranky newborn and I did not know what to do about it. My mother purchased me a bundle of swaddling blankets they usually utterly changed my life! I only had two and we used them until she outgrew them so a number of months. I plan on having 2 on hand with this one just in case she prefer to be swaddled.

Regardless, we still imagine that the Summer season Infant swaddles are great. They are not product of thick material so they aren't essentially the most best for use through the winter months but they're awesome in the course of the summer season. Some mothers actually nonetheless use it during winter and so they like it as a result of it keeps their infants warm sufficient however the materials is breathable and prevents warmth rash. They are undoubtedly nice for use on infants who are nonetheless a few weeks previous to a few months old.

I swore we have been going to send my older son to school with a twin sheet and instructions for his roommate. He is three and nonetheless likes piles of covers, which I think give him that very same feeling. My younger son is 8 months and only sleeps swaddled. We have flannel large blankets (from Goal) however I'm considering of getting the muslin ones for the summer season.

The snuggle sleeved knitted blankets are very comfy. It doesn't limit the actions of the infant's fingers and the infant can sleep comfortably. Additionally they are available varied animal shapes like rabbits, mouse or cats, and your child seems completely lovable.

Now, what's there to love concerning the Woombie swaddle? Properly, for starters, it's great for newborns as it offers among the many most comfortable fit. The material stretches and moves with the infant and but remains cosy and tight to create a womb-like environment, as if they're being snuggled and held.

I used to be in a position to use the cheapie receiving blankets for a few month after my first was born (four lb eight oz, so DUH!) however when my second (eight lb 10 oz, OUCHHHHHH) was born, I've no disgrace in admitting that I totally STOLE receiving blankets from the hospital. Oh yes I did. They're so much greater than those you purchase within the bundle, and so they had been already nice and worn in. I by no means purchased an actual swaddling blanket, and the three pilfered hospital blankets labored until she was about three months, when she instantly determined she HATED being swaddled.

Touted because the world's most pediatrician recommended swaddle blanket, the miracle blanket is extremely common. Constructed from 100% cotton, it is suitable for year spherical and one measurement suits all as much as the age of 14 weeks. The miracle blanket is designed that will help you create the right swaddle each time that your toddler won't escape of.

Trim the best swaddle blankets sides so they're square and straight. Then fold over an edge, by say 1/four or half of inch. You'll be able to either iron the fold in place, or fold it as you sew. Use the zigzag sew in your machine (99% of sewing machines have a zigzag stitch, even the cheap ones) to c over the uncooked edge of the material. That is quicker and simpler than an actual hem and I think higher for blankets anyway. Repeat for the other three sides. Ta-da! Finished blanket.