#which is better murphy bed or wall bed

[fairmaiden8]

The Pros and Cons of Murphy Beds vs Wall Beds

If you’re in the market for a space-saving bed that doesn’t compromise on comfort, then Murphy beds and wall beds are two options worth considering. Both types of beds offer the convenience of being able to fold up into a cabinet when not in use, freeing up valuable floor space during the day. However, there are some key differences between these two types of beds that may affect your decision.…

[moonylantsovs]

Heyyy can u plz write a season one Bellamy blake x reader griffin/Kane SMUT where they are enemies and leaders of the 100 but don't see eye to eye on anything but have too much sexual tension and attraction towards each other and decide to give into their desire for one night cause they think if they screw each other they get their attraction out of their system?

Invisible String [B.B]

summary: hating him was easier than loving him. especially when clarke went through so much trouble to keep them away from each other. but for some reason, her attraction to him was much larger than her dignity

pairings: bellamy blake x caroline griffin (oc) a/n: the oc has no description, so feel free to imagine whoever you wish, I just write better when the main character has a name

tags: (18+) wells jaha lives, cursing, the nickname "princess" cause it's kind of cringey but fits their dynamic, SMUT; hate sex, (kinda) dom!bellamy, dirty talk, hate sex, hair pulling

Hating Bellamy Blake was almost too easy.

He was too cocky for his own good and was even worse at listening to orders than Caroline. He had been tormenting her, her sister and Wells since they landed.

But a long time has passed since their first days on Earth. The camp was functioning well and Caroline and Clarke found a way to work with Bellamy. After a kid died and Murphy was banished after being accused of killing some privileged kid, they formed a truce. Bellamy was the one leading the hunting trips and watching over the delinquents who were building the wall, Clarke was in charge of keeping the peace with the Grounders (the liberty of her having a thing with their Commander) and Caroline decided who got which job and worked with Raven to make radios and get in contact with The Ark.

She was not that thrilled about her mother coming down because, before she got arrested, she was not exactly mother of the year. Still, she felt guilty about the innocent people who were dying up there while there was a safe planet waiting for them.

Caroline let out a sigh and stood up, instantly drawing Raven’s attention to herself. She wiped her sweat off of her face with a rag and placed it down on the table, before saying, “I think that I’m done for today. I have to discuss some stuff with Bellamy.”

Raven snorted and raised an amused eyebrow, her tone taunting. “Oh, I bet. So much for staying away from him.”

The Griffin rolled her eyes at the reminder of her sister’s warning and wordlessly walked out of their work tent. Bellamy was very blunt with his flirting when they weren’t spitting insults at each other and when he wasn’t sleeping with half of the camp. Caroline was slightly annoyed and brushed it off quickly, but Clarke was down-right pissed. Her protective older sister was on and she was quick to tell Caroline how bad of an idea getting involved with Bellamy was. Her lecture was at least five minutes long but Caroline did not listen to a word that she said. She was not stupid. She knew that even flirting with Bellamy was a bad idea, but she was not planning on it. She liked to believe that she had standards.

“Hey, Princess.” Bellamy greeted her when she entered his tent without knocking. “You’re early.”

“No, you just slept in.” Caroline deadpanned while scanning his bare chest with a blank look on her face while he sat on the edge of his makeshift bed. “Some of us have been up and working for hours.”

Okay, yes, Bellamy was an asshole. But he was a hot asshole. If you asked her, she would say that the fact that he was annoying only made him more attractive. But that might just be her daddy issues talking.

He furrowed his eyebrows and asked, “Shit, is it really late?”

“Yeah, it’s almost lunch.” She shrugged and walked across his tent to grab one of his shirts. She absentmindedly threw it on him, silently telling him to get dressed. “I told Wells to let you sleep. You were keeping guard pretty late last night.”

She told herself that it was because he needed his eight hours of sleep if he was going to function properly. He was even more grumpy when he slept for only two hours.

Bellamy’s lips tugged into a grin and then fell open as he let out a dramatic gasp. “Was that you being nice?” She rolled her eyes and he was quick to add, “I’m sorry, I only ever saw you being nice to Clarke and Wells. Is it snowing outside?”

“Shut up.” Caroline muttered, her eyes involuntarily flickering toward his hands. “Just get dressed. We have work to do.”

He grabbed the blue shirt that she gave him but made no move to put it on. He simply raised a knowing eyebrow. “Are you sure that you want me to do that? You don’t want to keep checking me out?”

Caroline felt heat rushing to her face. Her mouth opened and closed a couple of times, but no words came out and she was desperately trying to find something to say. A couple of seconds later, she simply blurted out, “Don’t flatter yourself. You’re not that good looking.”

His smirk only grew. “Oh, so I’m not that good looking?” He stepped closer and she wished that the ground would swallow her whole. “I knew you liked me, Princess.”

“You wish,” She shot back, but made no move to step away from him. His scent was intoxicating and she could not look away from his face. His dark eyes were flickering between her eyes and her lips and she swore that they only got darker when her breath hitched.

Bellamy lifted his hand to brush some of her hair away from the face and he licked his lips, an action that only made her stare at his lips longer. He pushed his face closer to her own and just as he was about to lock their lips together, Wells’ voice rang through the air.

“Bellamy, did you take my─” He cut himself off when he looked up from the ground to see his best friend standing inappropriately close to the guy that she hated for months. His eyebrows shot up in surprise and he silently looked back and forth between the two of them for a couple of moments. He swallowed and awkwardly croaked out, “I’ll come back later. Or never. Probably never.”

Caroline watched the place he was standing at a couple of seconds ago in shock. She quickly stepped away from Bellamy and cleared her throat. “Get dressed and meet me in the map tent.”

Bellamy watched her leave the tent in a rush and chuckled to himself the second she left.

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Caroline wished that they could simply work in silence, each on their own side of the tent. After what happened earlier that morning, the last thing that she needed was to spent the next couple of hours before lunch with Bellamy. Especially because he seemed completely unfazed. If anything, his amusement only grew every time he would catch her staring at him which would lead to her having to look away or narrow her eyes into a glare to seem annoyed rather than flustered.

He saw right through her. That might be the reason why she hated him so much. She had always tried to keep her walls up as high as possible because she was afraid of letting people in. But Bellamy could read her like an open book.

“We should move Jasper from the gate and get Miller there.” Caroline suggested as she leaned over the map of their camp. “I love him to death but he runs at the first sight of danger. There is no one better than Miller. I trust him to stay there more than anyone.”

Bellamy surprised her by shaking his head. Her eyebrows furrowed. Was Miller not his best friend? “Guarding the gate is a big responsibility, yes, but it’s also dangerous. The guards there are usually the first to go. We have to put someone disposable there.”

Caroline let out a humorless laugh and looked at him in disbelief. “Are you kidding me? No one in this camp is disposable. We put the most competent person there, no matter how much either one of us cares about him.”

The Blake shrugged. “I don’t know if losing him is worth it.”

“And losing someone else is?” She retorted and stepped away from the table and scoffed. “I cannot believe you. You talk shit about The Ark, Jaha and the privileged for sending us here and labeling us as disposable but you are not any different. For some reason, those kids out there trust you but you are willing to sacrifice any of them if it means saving your ass and the two people you care about.”

Bellamy clenched his jaw, his eyes flashing with anger the second that she compared him to the monsters that killed his mother and locked up his sister. He stepped closer to her and glared down at her. “Stop pretending that you know me, Princess. You can’t psychoanalyze everyone in your life just because of one decision they make.”

Caroline glared back at him, not intimidated. “And you can judge people based on who their parents are? That’s ironic. I would not be surprised if you were planning to tell me that I should guard the gate since you clearly hate me so much. Putting me there is the easiest way to get rid of me, right?”

“Maybe I do hate you?” His words made her falter in surprise. “How can I not? You always have something to say about every decision I make. You take every opportunity to argue with me. Whenever I think that we are starting to see eye to eye, you do another thing to drive me crazy. And I hate myself for it a lot more than I hate you because despite you being everything that I’m against I still…” Bellamy did not finish his sentence and simply stared at the clueless look on her face. After a couple of seconds of silence, he muttered, “Fuck it.”

Caroline stumbled back in surprise which led to her sitting on the desk. Before she got the chance to kiss him back, he pulled away. His breath fanned across her lips and he stared at her, trying to find any hint of disgust or hesitance. He did not find any. But this time, she was the one that kissed him. She gripped his shirt to keep him closer while one of his hands tangled in her hair. Her breath hitched when he used his grip on her cair to pull her head down in order to reveal her neck. He did not think twice before he messily started placing open-mouthed kisses over her exposed collar bone.

She moaned and spread her legs so he could comfortably stand between them. His other hand found her waist and she ran her fingers through his hair, pulling on his curls lightly to spur him on. He pushed down her shirt to reveal her bra so he could keep sucking hickies down to her breats. The hand on her waist squeezed it and he paused, squeezing his eyes shut to get it together.

“Did you─ did you ever have sex?” Bellamy asked,his dark eyes practically piercing through her soul.

Caroline’s eyes almost softened at the genuine worry in his voice. He was grounded enough to ask the eighteen year old, who spent the last six years of her life locked up, if she was a virgin or not. Luckily, after Clarke broke Wells’ heart, she was more than fine with being his rebound to keep her mind off of other things.

She rapidly nodded, tugging at his shirt so he could get back to what he was doing before.

“Words, Caroline,”

Caroline. Not Princess or Baby Griffin. Just Caroline.

“Yes.” She breathed out. “I had sex before. Now stop being so uncharacteristically considerate and kiss me.”

Bellamy did not need to be told twice. He leaned back down to kiss her and her hands quickly found their way around his neck to pull him closer to her despite them already being chest-to-chest. His tongue slipped into her mouth and easily won the short battle for dominance.

Caroline placed her hands on his chest to push him away. He gave her a confused look which disappeared when she pulled her shirt over her head. He smirked and then copied her actions, exposing his chest. This time, she shamelessly checked him out.

Bellamy was pleasantly surprised when she reached down to pull his pants down along with his underwear. Her hand wrapped around his dick and started to slowly move her hand up and down, almost as if she was teasing him. He let out a low groan and leaned his hands on either side of her. He rested his forehead against hers and kept his eyes on her as she jerked him off.

“Fuck, Princess.” He cursed, his breath hitching. He was ashamed of how close he was just from her jerking him off.

He pulled her hand away and just as she was about to ask him what he was doing, he pulled her off of the desk in order to pull her hands down. He wrapped his arms around her thighs to place her back on the table and she gasped in surprise when his fingers slipped between her legs. His fingers teased her opening until she was whining into his mouth.

“Don’t tease.”

He chuckled and dipped one of his fingers inside of her. “Patience.”

She did not argue and simply leaned back, letting him pump his fingers in and out of her while he rubbed her clit. She moaned his name lowly, aware that if they were too loud, the others outside could hear them. Bellamy almost moaned at the sight of the girl squirming and trying her hardest to stay quiet on the table. The girl who never kept her mouth shut and was a force to be reckoned with was completely at his mercy.

Before Caroline could finish, he pulled his hand away. She panted and gave him a weak glare. “You’re a dick,”

“I didn’t hear you arguing when you were moaning my name.” He shot back and cupped her ass to bring their bodies closer together. He wrapped one of his hands around his dick and slid inside of her. He let out a deep groan and she let out a high pitchen moan due to his lack of patience. Bellamy placed one of his hands over her mouth and whispered, “Be quiet for me, Princess. You don’t want the rest of the camp to hear how much you hate me, do you?”

She shook her head and her eyes rolled to the back of her head when he pulled out and roughly pushed back inside her. He was no better than her. He was cursing and groaning as she rolled her hips back into his own.

They spent a couple of minutes like that, soaking in pleasure and the thrill that they got from the fact that anyone could walk into the tent at any minute. “I’m close.” He muttered and used the hand that was not covering her mouth to rub her clit in order to get her closer to the edge.

Caroline’s nails dug into his shoulders and the moaned against his hand, almost reaching her peak. He groaned at the pain and only snapped his hips against her faster. Her vision blurred and her eyes squeezed shut when she finally fell over the edge and came around him. Her walls squeezing him like a vice was what pushed him over the edge and he was quick to pull out and finish on her stomach.

Caroline panted and leaned her forehead against his chest when his hand fell from her mouth.

"So much for hating me, huh, Princess?"

She groaned. "Clarke is gonna kill me."

[inmyownlaine]

John Murphy x Reader: Enemies to Lovers Trope

Warnings: Weapons, threatening death

Word Count: 2075

Part: 1

Summary: After taking cover in the underground bunker, you find yourself trapped with your sworn enemy. As time trails on, you realize the two of you will have to stay there till the coast is clear. The worst part? There’s only ONE bed 😮🤯

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He hated you. More than anything or anyone. In fact, if he were given the option to be pushed off a cliff or spend time with you, he would jump on his own accord and do a backflip on the way down.

And you couldn’t stand to be around him. You would rather spend your time eating soggy bread, walking in wet socks, or ripping band-aids off your bare skin. Anything was better, more preferable, than seeing his face.

If the two of you weren’t spitting insults at each other with vitriol and pure malice, you were physically harming one another. There was nothing amiable about the shoulder check he delivered on a daily basis. Likewise, your perfectly placed foot was not in jest. Especially when he would trip over it and go tumbling to the ground.

It got to the point where you couldn’t walk alone. He would grab you by the arm and slam you against walls, knife to throat, as he chuckled menacingly in your ear. “You know how easy it would be for me to kill you?” he would always ask.

And he couldn’t sit with his back to you, or else he’d find the barrel of a gun nudging his temple, and you with an itchy trigger finger. You’d deliver a smug little smile, pushing it further and further into his head. “And just like that, all my problems would suddenly go away,” you would always comment.

Yet, neither of you actually did anything. It was the sheer adrenaline, the barbaric action, the thrill of it all, that led you to behave so irresponsibly. The bruises and cuts and words would not stand in your way. No amount of concerned teenagers or useless pep talks would interfere. Nothing.

Being this wicked was a lonely road. You felt like a great white approaching a school of herrings. Wherever you went, there was an immediate scatter. Active avoidance upon sight was recommended. But you were the best shot, bar none. It was the only reason anyone allowed you to have a gun.

Or tag along on their excursions.

In front of them, of course. So everyone could clearly see exactly what you were doing. The wave of terror you caused was oddly devine. You didn’t live to torture others, or to be feared by the masses, but it was such a wonderful feeling to have some sense of power. So you sashayed with pride, lips puckered in a confident pout, leading them steadfast through the unknown forest.

The chatter behind didn’t phase you in the slightest. They were probably gossiping about their childish crushes or bantering with inside jokes. Neither of which concerned you or piqued interest.

That’s when the most grating, most vexatious voice muttered in a not-so-low tone, “Such an easy target.”

There was no hesitation. The gun was already in your hands as you spun around, aiming it directly at him. Everyone gasped, ducking for cover.

Except for him. He encroached your perimeter, arms tightly crossed against his chest, practically begging to be sprayed with bullets. He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “That’s cute.”

“Don’t tempt me,” you warned him.

“Or what?”

You sneered. “I’ll finally grant you your wish. A chance to see your father again.”

He laughed aloud, minimizing the distance with every arrogant step he took. With a final act of provocation, he willingly placed his forehead on the muzzle. With both his hands in the air, mocking surrender, he glowered at you through slacked eyelids. “Then do it.”

A foghorn rang out across the woods. You removed the gun from his head and pointed it into the trees. An outbreak of panic coursed through the unit as they frantically asked what to do. Some didn’t wait for a response.

Half of the unit bolted towards the dropship. The other half formed a circle, guns outwards and ready for open fire. It became clear that you weren’t going to be battling someone, but rather, something.

It started as a mist in the faraway trees, consuming the trunks with thick smoke. Then it started to grow in every way, wider and higher, before all that seemed to lay before you was a rain cloud. One that made your skin itch, made your throat close. It was then you knew you had only a single option.

“Run!” you screamed, taking off after the others.

He was right beside you, matching step for step. It had been a while since death brushed your lips, leaving a poisonous sting, invigorating your will to survive. So much so, that the idea of tripping him (for old times sake!), tickled at your brain.

“What is that?” he yelled out, elbow covering his nose and mouth. He didn’t offer any indication, but you saw it, too. A silver wheel was bolted atop a thick metal hatch. You didn't have time to wonder about the specifics. Nor did you have the time to grimace when your hands accidentally touched; first when spinning the wheel, and second upon opening the hatch, revealing a ladder into dark descent.

“Go!” he urged you. You didn’t think twice, stepping onto the ladder and hurrying down, rung by rung. The hatch slammed shut, followed by labored grunts as he tightened it back to its original state and then some. With the abrupt overtake of darkness and the narrow pathway, you felt extremely claustrophobic.

He continued down the ladder as you froze, catching up to you in a matter of mere seconds. He stomped haphazardly, boots barely missing the tips of your fingers.

“Don’t step on me,” you warned him.

“I’ll do what I want.”

Knowing full well that he would love nothing more than to squish you beneath his weight, you pressed on till your foot met the dirt floor. It was pitch black as you fumbled around in the darkness, feeling around for any type of lantern, flashlight, or match box. He trampled behind you, presumably following suit.

“What could be worse than this?” he mumbled.

“Um, what?” you scoffed.

“Wasn’t for you to hear.”

“Cool. So you wanna climb back up the ladder and take your chances out there?” For the first time ever, he didn’t have anything to say. You took that as a victory, further twisting the knife. “That’s what I thought. Shut up.”

Ten minutes had passed and no progress was made. From what you felt, however, you could tell there was a wooden desk with a chair, a broken lamp and a dining table set. Whoever created this doomsday bunker obviously made it to be their home. You couldn’t imagine living your entire life underground, fearful of the dangers above. You stopped short when you realized you had done the exact opposite; lived your life above, fearful of the dangers below.

“This is no use,” you finally said.

“You really didn’t find anything?” his voice spouted back.

“And you did?”

There was a loud plop, followed by numerous rustles and the quiet zing of a zipper. It dawned on you that he was digging around in his backpack and the insides of your stomach burned. If you had been searching for a light this entire time, and he willingly allowed you to make an ass of yourself, it was over for him.

“I swear, if you pull out a flashlight-”

But his face illuminated with the glow of an LED light, revealing his arrogant expression. “What?”

You couldn’t even begin to convey how livid you were. Your fingers balled up into tight fists, and you had half a mind to swing on him. He pointed the light in your direction, blinding you before chuckling.

“Don’t hurt yourself.” With that he pressed on, exploring the rest that this space had to offer. You didn’t want to figure out anything more. All you wanted was the fog to pass so you could leave this hellhole.

However, you didn’t know how long that would take. Hours? Days? The thought of being with him that long made your head ache. So instead, you flopped back on the hard mattress, staring up at the low ceiling.

“What are you doing?” he questioned.

“What does it look like?”

“It looks like,” he started, “you think you’re taking the bed tonight.”

“Not really a thought. I’m here and I’m on it,” you said.

“Comfortable, are you? Not worried I’ll kill you in your sleep?” he asked.

You simply shrugged. “Who says I won’t get you first?”

The banter had gone on long enough. His face flushed as he approached you, looming over your body with his disturbing presence. You tried to act like you weren’t scared. Yet the thought of him actually hurting you wouldn’t escape your mind. If he really wanted to end it all tonight, he could.

“I’m not sleeping on the floor,” he informed you.

“Well neither am I.”

“Don’t make me do this.” You gritted your teeth. Your gun was too far away from you. This would have to be a grappling game, one that you would surely lose. Especially if he kept his knife tucked into his pocket.

“If you’re not going to sleep on the floor, and I’m not going to sleep on the floor-” He stopped abruptly and just looked at you. You looked back, not understanding what he meant.

“Scoot over,” he finally said.

“Ew, no!” you exclaimed.

“Do you have a better idea?” he snapped. “You want to kill each other over a sleeping spot or you want to make it out tomorrow?”

The answer was obvious. You huffed and wriggled to the far end of the bed, nose brushing the metal wall in an effort to distance yourself as much as possible. With your arms crossed and eyes clamped, you imagined this wasn’t happening as you felt his side sag under his weight. He repositioned himself multiple times, frustrating you further, but finally made a decision and laid down quietly.

What would they say? What would you tell them? This was beyond humiliating, it was mortifying. To be laid up next to a person you openly abhorred was not good for your reputation. You had to make sure he knew the boundary and that it would never be crossed.

“You tell no one.”

“I’d say the same thing,” he replied, “but you don’t have any friends to tell.”

“I hate you.”

“I hate you, too.”

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You awoke to a void. It took a second to remember where you were, rubbing your eyes furiously to try to adjust. There was a foghorn, some eerie clouds, an abandoned bunker- oh!- and your absolute worst nightmare sleeping beside you. It all came rushing back and you found yourself grimacing, hoping that you would be able to leave soon.

You pulled the blanket closer to your chin, itchy wool scratching the bare skin on your arms. That had always been your least favorite texture, which was a great parallel to the current situation, where you were trapped with your least favorite person. Of course, every single item and event and circumstance had to be undesirable.

The knotted threads at the end of the blanket were tangled, so you took it upon yourself to separate them out. All the while you reflected, yet again, on your predicament. Your fingers worked tediously, preferring to sort out these problems than address your own.

With one knot being completely relenting, you found yourself thinking how it wasn’t this tangled when you fell asleep. In fact, you didn’t recall having a blanket at all…

Your eyes widened as you slowly rolled over, just enough so you could look over your shoulder. It was too dark to see. Your hand reached to Murphy’s side, touching him lightly. You felt the same scratchy wool instead of his leather jacket. It became apparent that his back was to you, but closer than it previously was. And the blanket you despised so much was covering you both.

You didn’t know what this meant. No one had ever been kind to you before. You weren’t the least bit surprised. All you caused was chaos and misery. No one owed you anything. Murphy, least of all. Yet he took care of you, tended to a single want instead of treating you like a monster. Like you were nothing less than human.

“Thank you,” you whispered into the shadows. He didn’t respond. And for once, you found yourself wishing that he would.

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MAJOR shout for the TikTok, I saw it and couldn’t stop thinking about it. Created by the100babe, captioned: read flags looking green. Can’t disagree 🥴🥵

Xx Lainey

[jolalibrary]

javi peña x f!dea!reader

invite me in.

warnings: hints at spice only. fwb. sneaking around.

an: just a little thing from something bigger, and i’m super scared so be nice.

“You going to invite me in, Peña or are we going to just stare at one another on the doorstep?”

Swallowing a retort, he opens the door wider, allowing you entry—just enough that you’d make it through, while forcing your body to be close to his.

He scans the corridor, thankful it’s empty. Wondering how long you’d been waiting before you’d come down to his door.

Because of all the sights he bet on tonight, it wasn’t you at his compound door.

You who was slowly sliding your coat off. You who was suddenly standing in…

Well, fuck.

“Take a picture, Peña. Might last longer—“

“Don’t fucking tempt me, baby,” he groans, slamming the door into its frame.

He’s quick—precise. Placing one hand on your hip—the other palm flat, fingers spread for leverage on the wall. Giving you enough space to change your mind, but yet firmly telling you he’s in—he wants you and him. This.

Then he smells it: your fucking perfume.

The one which haunts him around the base. Notes of it still crushed into his jacket collar from another stolen moment. All hints of orange blossom and something far more intoxicating.

“Surprised you know where my room is?” he whispers, letting his words brush your jaw as he ghosts his mouth over your skin.

You jut your chin out, raise it, and stare boldly into his fucking soul. Just like you do when you’re verbally sparing him. But this… this doesn’t feel like a fight, doesn’t feel like you’re going to make his day worse. It feels like you’re about to make it a fuck tonne better.

Your chest rising and falling in panicked little motions, nerves kissing skin not covered by dark green lace, leaving goosebumps he can’t wait to rid.

“You’re getting sloppy.”

He runs his nose across your cheek. “That so?”

Nodding, you clutch his cheek, turning his eyes to meet yours. “For one, you told me your room number while you were trying to stuff your hand into my jeans at the bar. Two, y’keep staring at me in front of Murphy.”

It almost escapes his lips, a snort. His face so close to yours, able to see all the flecks in your eyes—the individual strands that make up the shade of your eyes he sees when he blinks.

“Can’t help it, cariño. You’re a fuckin’ sight to behold.”

You don’t bite back a retort, but your eyes soften. Even for a millisecond. It’s enough—the briefest window that allows him to dip his head, lips finding yours—seeking, set on not stopping this time. Not having anything interrupt him from hearing the pretty noises he knows you’ll make.

He tastes mint on your tongue but whisky on your lips. The mixture blends with his own concoction of ash and liquor, creating something intoxicating as his tongue slides across your bottom lip.

He’s not sure if he groans first or you—your fingers tangled in his hair, nails in his scalp as he tightens his hold on your bare waist.

Your coat forgotten, crumbled and discarded at your boot-covered feet, especially when he lifts you, thankful your thighs wrap around him—skin flush against his.

Having wrapped yourself up so nicely, he wants to undo you slowly. Your back on his sheets, staring up at him with the light reflecting in your eyes.

He wishes he had his old place—could you fuck you properly. Let you scream his name. Let your voice coat the walls. But, this’ll have to do.

The small, barely anything room with its squeaking metal bed that he shares with his fucking partner. The one who is thankfully out, away—hopefully very fucking busy.

“Take them off, Peña,” you whisper, your fingers dancing over his. “But, carefully—not like last time.”

He smirks, hooking his thumbs against the fabric as he drags it down your legs—watching you, watch him as he takes you all in.

[elk96]

No Better Way to End a Day

Cillian Murphy x female reader.

Warnings: umm, work stress? a slight hint of angst, and some suggestive context-also, English is my second language.

You are going through a tough day(week) especially at work, and so your nerves are...kinda really bad, so you snap at your boyfriend, who tries to make things right.

Just a little something to get us all through the day, Ig

"Coffee at this hour babe? How will you fall asleep at night"? Cillian asked, coming down from your room. 

You sighed heavily as another thunder almost shook the whole house. Taking a sip from your coffee, you counted in your head all the things you had to do until night. Finish work. Clean the windows. Iron Cillian's clothes and yours, fucking find a way to hold your job-but your boss had suddenly gone nuts, nothing was good enough, everyone was irreplaceable. Your coffee was cold, you realized, but you gulped it down anyway. Heating it felt like too much work for your already worked up nerves.

"I won't, that's the fucking point"! 

"Okay…I'll go out, have a beer with the lads".

"'Kay", was all you answered.

Cillian stayed there staring at you for a moment, keys jingling at his hands. He opened his mouth to say something before an angry glare of yours prompted him out of the door. 

And just like that, he was gone. And you were stuck home. With all the chores. And all the work.

With a deep sight you finally found the strength to get off the couch, and sit in front of your computer. The first notification you found was a text from a colleague of yours, which informed you of a new interview of all employees in the company.

Fuck.

Fuck. 

But you had done nothing wrong -to the contrary, you were exceptional at your job. Until your supervisor didn't like your face or something.

I look like shit and I feel even worse.

I look like hell 'cause I'm going there first, you sang in your mind. 

In a catatonic state, just as the rain had subsided into silent drops, you finished all your programmed work. It was nearly 11 at night when you emerged out of your "office". 

Cillian came home at the same hour too, scaring the life out of you as you headed to the laundry room. 

"Fucking hell"! you cursed breathily.

"Sorry", he answered with a smile. "I'll go get changed and I'll come for dinner", he added and leaned to kiss you on the cheek.

Dinner? What fucking dinner? You'd been working all day, he was out partying and fooling around, but that didn't matter, you were supposed to have cooked dinner on top of that. As if you hadn't told him not to eat all the soup at lunch.

You're being irrational, you thought to yourself as you stormed to the only place you'd have some privacy: the bathroom.

Banging the door closed behind you, you slid slowly to the floor against the wall, pressing your head on your knees.

It wasn't his fault, any of it, you complained to your stupid self. He had a wonderful afternoon well earned. Before your worked up nerves got the best of you, you heard a soft knock on the door.

"Baby? What's wrong? Y/ N? Did I do something"? Cillian asked softly, making you scrunch your face in regret. With heavy steps you got up, opening the door and falling in his arms.

"I'm sorry", you wailed.

Cillian rested his chin on your hair, brushing his fingertips against your shoulder.

"Let's go to bed huh? And we'll talk about it, and cuddle".

"I'll cook something quick first", you sighed, accepting your faith.

"I ordered Mexican," Cillian smiled and ushered you to your bedroom. He threw his clothes on a chair quickly before pulling you to the top of the bed, arranging the pillows and throwing a blanket over your bodies.

He kissed you on the temple softly.

"If you wanted me to stay tonight, you could've said so, you know I would've without a second thought", he murmured. 

Cillian looked at you with that hurt look in his eyes, complaints and love lying within them. He always gave you that puppy -eye look when he wanted to convince you of something. 

"Nothing important, I was just childish", you answered. You'd been together for the last 3 years, but still, you hated the idea of him knowing you had such an attitude all day long because of fucking work stress.

"Is it your boss again"? he nevertheless guessed.

"We'll be interviewed tomorrow, all of us. He tries to figure out who's the easiest to sack".

"Don't worry you silly. You're the best there, everyone praises your skills and devotion".

"I'm just anxious, I know it's stupid, but still. And tired. I was working all day long", you said, pressing your head firmly against his shoulder.

"I know Y/LN", he said sweetly. "It's just a bad day though, it will pass".

He reached on the bedside table, pulling your favourite chocolate out of it. 

"Especially with some help", he smirked and you immediately bit off a chunk of it. 

"I'm sorry I snapped at you like that".

"You scared the shit out of me", Cillian chuckled.  "I spent half my time with the lads trying to figure out what me and Dave had done wrong with our girls".

You smiled at his last words, you loved the pet name. "My girl", he'd always call you while he finished, and you'd usually reach another high at this point. You shivered at the thought of it, and Cillian, somehow reading your mind again, placed a burning kiss on your neck. He nipped on your skin, sucking a large purple mark. He lowered his head to your collarbone, bringing his hand to caress your breasts.

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"Don't worry", he smirked. "I won't do anything tiring", he whispered in his dark voice as he moved to settle between your legs. 

"Cillian!", you squealed. "What about the food"?

"Oh,I'll eat that too".

"No, I mean what if it arrives during-

"Let me take care of that sweetie. You just relax".

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You were just catching up your breath when the food arrived, Cillian carrying it like a trophy to bed along with all necessities so this little gesture didn't end up a complete disaster. You practically buried your face in your plate. He had ordered just right: chicken wings, country style potatoes with bacon and cheese sauce and tacos with yogurt dressing.

"I'm sorry I was like that", you said again, stuffing your mouth with chicken.

"Hey", Cillian scolded you. "Stop thinking about it, will ya? I too am a fucking prick when I'm under pressure".

You gave him a half smile, knowing deeply in your bones that this wasn't true. But it wasn't your regular behaviour either -hence his troubles thoughts- so you decided you could forgive yourself.

Cillian chuckled as you tried to fit all the remaining potatoes in your mouth, and got quickly downstairs to wash the dishes and clean everything. He returned to find you sat on the edge of the bed, playing with your thumbs.

"'D you wash your teeth an' all"?

"Yeah. I still have too much tension though, for some reason", you added bitterly. Your head was heavy with exhaustion but, of course, why would you have it so easy as to get some damn sleep?

Cillian cupped your cheeks tenderly, peppering your face with kisses before he carried you in his arms to the bathroom. He put up your hair in an -acceptable?- attempt of a ponytail before stopping you off your little clothing.

"After you ma' am", he motioned, and followed you into the shower. The warm water felt better than a heavy, heated blanket.

Cillian massaged your shoulders lightly, pressing kisses all over you, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. No better way to end a day, you thought, until you felt his erection pressing against your ass.

"Something got you excited Mr. Murphy"? you asked playfully, yet in a manner that you hoped discouraged his plans. A little while longer and you might as well melt under his touch.

"Perhaps it's time I taught you about the benefits of vanilla sex Y/ N", he whispered against your neck, turning off the shower.

@joy-dwaekki there you go darling, hope you like it and it helps💙

[snickerdoodlles]

😈 or 🍬! (or should I have used 🍪 to say you're a treat all on your own? 🤔)

this is true, I'm a snack 😘 here's a future snippet for making assumptions fic!

Chay’s made a right mess of his office by the time Kim manages to join him at the studio. The little murphy bed on the wall is still hanging out, with a rumpled pillow tossed aside carelessly and a blanket spilling over the edge. Chay’s sequestered himself under the little nook it’s made with all his homework and notes strewn around him in a messy half-circle, all of which he ignores anyways as he plays something on his switch. The rest of Kim’s little office fairs no better, Chay having also left a trail of discard shoes, coat, and bags starting from the doorway in a winding trail that ends at him. It makes Kim smile when he sees it, and Chay’s dismayed groan when he notices him makes him smile even wider.

“Kim! You can’t be here!”

Kim props himself against the doorway and raises an eyebrow at Chay, and doesn’t hide his growing amusement as he watches Chay remember where exactly he is.

Chay barrels on anyways. “Didn’t you hear? The power went out suddenly.” Kim laughs at the familiar excuse and Chay starts to smile too. “Yeah, the whole building, but especially your office. Totally dead! Not a spark to be found! No point in coming by, we definitely need to meet somewhere else.”

“It wouldn’t have anything to do with the hurricane coming through, would it? I heard we were having some off-season weather,” Kim says innocently. Chay gasps and throws an eraser at him, which Kim easily catches. “It seems to have hit my office. Exclusively.”

“You—!" Chay throws another eraser at him, then a marker, and sticks his tongue out when Kim catches both. “Yes! We’re having the strangest weather right now, it’s even started raining office supplies.” He throws another marker, and Kim finally retaliates with throwing back the first eraser. It bonks Chay in the forehead, and he turns a large pout onto Kim. “See what I’m trying to save you from!”

Kim laughs and throws both markers back, which Chay smacks out of the air with a dramatic hi-yah! “You’re all altruism.”

“I am, thank you for noticing.”

Kim throws the last eraser back with a wide grin. “Does hurricane Chay want to stay, or would he like to join me in destroying some snacks too?"

[aurumacadicus]

Weird asks: 2, 12,17 & 18

2. What are you obsessed with right now?

You know, I've really gotten into the Percy Jackson books! I'm almost finished with The Sea of Monsters and once that's done, I'm going to start on the show. :) I'm thinking of watching it with my dad so I have someone to talk about it with IRL lol.

12. What’s one of your fantasies?

I'm independently wealthy and can take care of my family. I own a condo with great amenities and plenty of room for my cats. I can set up my sewing machine in a craft room that doubles a guest room. There's a Murphy bed. Also cat climbing wall.

17. Are you angry with anyone right now?

I am always mad at Reagan. <3 But also my sister for just assuming I would deliver something to my job for her. Which I did, because I was going there anyway. But the entitlement. >:(

18. What tattoos do you want?

MANY <3 I would like a couple koi fish around my ankle but I can't find an artist whose style I've liked (going for more watercolor than just flat color) so that's on hold. I'd like my yarn and knitting needle tattoo touched up/covered? because it parts of it are starting to fade and also it's the only one I kind of regret. Like I don't hate it but I've definitely outgrown it a little. Idk maybe put a crochet hook next to it I have no idea how I'd change it to make it better. I also I've also scheduled an appointment for my next tattoo but I'm not telling anyone about what it is yet because I want to show people >:3

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Money, Money, Money (Must be Funny / In a Rich Man's World)

Pigsy takes MK and Mei out shopping after the previous day's chaos and sudden adoption.

AKA Pigsy realizes he doesn't know what he signed up for when adopting orphaned MK and Mei in a heartbeat, but learns to cope

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The cab ride home was short and quiet, as the hour was very late and the kids fell asleep all curled up on each other, which was kinda cute. When they arrived at Pigsy’s apartment, they unfortunately had to wake them up, made them climb a flight of stairs and then it was home sweet home where the kids then promptly passed out on the couch, and Pigsy made a mental note to buy sleeping bags or something because there was no way that was going to last.

“So… um… do you need anything else?” Tang asked, setting down the big case of important documents on Pigsy’s table.

“A bigger place to live, probably,” He half joked, looking around at the studio apartment that had to have a Murphy bed, it was so small.

“I’ve seen worse,” Tang said with a reassuring smile. “Besides, with some of the money that’s been set aside, I’m sure you’ll be able to afford a better place in no time.”

“If I have any left over after paying repairs on the restaurant– that thing crashed right through a wall and damaged my grill pretty bad,” Pigsy went to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of his cheapest sake and immediately chugged it down.

“Woah there now– I don’t think ‘recently got bloodwork done’ and alcohol mix,” Tang carefully took the bottle from the counter and put it away.

“Bah,” Pigsy scoffed but didn’t go to get more.

“Well, I’ll help get your bed down, but after that, I guess I’m heading home,” His regular nodded to himself.

“Wait– hey now, you paid for the cab, looked over the documents, protected the kids– I think I can get my own bed down,” Pigsy refused the offer and went to put it down, only for Tang to follow and swipe his arm away.

“You are injured, and risked your life and livelihood for kids you barely knew in a heartbeat– not to mention you let me not pay for my food because classes are expensive– It’s really the least I can do,” He argued. Pigsy sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose and stepping aside. Tang smiled like an adorable asshole and put down his bed.

“There. Isn’t that cozy now?” Tang adjusted the pillows for Pigsy as his face just got redder and redder with embarrassment.

“Right– well– uh–” Pigsy scratched the back of his neck to force himself to act calm and cool but it wasn’t working. He cleared his throat and forced himself to talk anyways.

“I just wanted to– uh– thank you… for everything. You didn’t have to do any of that today, and it was… nice,” He said, wanting to punch himself with every stutter.

“It’s no problem really, you’ve been so nice to me for like– nothing in return,” Tang looked away from the chef. “A-and remember, I can like, totally help you out with those documents tomorrow, if you’d like!”

“Y-yeah! I’d like that– I could even cook for you since the restaurant’ll be closed probably,” Pigsy offered, kicking at the ground while his face got hotter and hotter.

“O-oh! I’d– yeah-! I’d really, really like that,” Tang smiled.

“Y-yeah?” Pigsy blinked up at him.

“Y-yeah! I’d love to help you out– and free food without guilt? Sign me up,” The scholar joked, which succeeded in making Pigsy snort.

“Yeah, I’m… glad,” He smiled weakly.

The two men stared at each other for a moment, and Pigsy could hear his heart pounding in his ears over the sound of crickets in the twilight. That caused them to look at anything except each other, and it was quiet for a bit.

Tang eventually broke that semi-silence though, with a “Guess I’ll be going then-!”

“Y-yeah! I’ll see you tomorrow-?” Pigsy asked, following him to the door.

“Probably!” Tang laughed a little before remembering the kids were still on the couch asleep.

“Well then I’ll– see you tomorrow,” Pigsy opened the door for his regular.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Tang nodded with a smile before heading out, and Pigsy closed the door behind him.

Tang.

It suited him so well.

With a sigh, Pigsy turned away from the door and back at the kids snoozing away at the couch.

God, they were so young, especially for both of their parents to be gone.

And now Pigsy was responsible for them.

Shit– he was going to have to do some serious grocery shopping. He didn’t have any of the kid food except maybe cereal because all he ate was the food he made at the restaurant. He’d also have to get sleeping bags until he could move, and at the very least some blankets. Maybe some toys too– and crayons and– Jesus, kids were expensive.

With a grunt, Pigsy untucked and pulled out the top blanket from his bed and draped it over MK and Mei, content to know that was all he could do for now.

Somewhere in that pile of documents was how their whole schooling dealio was going to work, and when they were expected to go back, but Pigsy was not going to look over any of that right now, he was content to just think and hope it wasn’t tomorrow. If it was, he would demand they get it off anyways, today and the previous days events were too much for kids to handle anyways, mystical or not.

Jesus– was he going to have to drive these kids to school? Or walk them? He supposed the subways were a viable option– Where even was that hoity-toity academy? That information was probably in those documents– lord Pigsy had a lot of reading ahead of him (and then some if there weren’t any parenting books in there).

Pigsy needed to sleep because he was already getting a gigantic headache. He quickly tossed his chef's shirt in the trash, changed into pajamas, checked that the kids were fine, and then promptly passed out on his bed.

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Pigsy hated the sound of his stupid ass alarm in the morning.

It was set to its default– he knew it shouldn’t– that it actively caused his brain to feel all glitchy and whatnot but he never actually remembered to change it and so all he did was swipe it away as per usual.

He then grumbled and buried his face into his hot, half deflated pillow for another solid minute before forcing himself to sit up, where he was then greeted by two kids– his kids now– peering at him over the couch, ducking down the moment he made eye contact. Pigsy snorted a little before pulling the thin blanket off of him, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and stretching– before being quickly reminded he had a bunch of stitches and bandages in his arm and he winced in pain.

“Morning you two,” He said as the pain mostly subsided.

“Mornin’ Mr. Piggy,” MK sat up and rested his arms on the sofa back, which Mei copied.

“It’s Pigsy, and no need for that ‘mister’ stuff, you make me sound like my father,” He joked to himself as he stood and wandered into the kitchen, where he started to make himself a cup of coffee.

“How long have you two been up?” He asked, rubbing his eyes as he poured hot water into the reservoir and he scooped coffee grounds.

“I dunno, since the sun?” MK looked out the one window, which had a pretty okay view all things considered.

“Eh, that’s not too bad,” Pigsy shrugged, adding the grounds to the filter. “How’d you sleep?”

“Good,” Mei shrugged and sat back down on the couch, staring blankly at his pathetic excuse of a TV, affectionately titled “the Dinosaur” for how old it was by his family.

“I don’t know if I have any kiddie stuff on there– I don’t have cable,” Pigsy apologized.

“S’okay,” The girl said with a little smile. “I’ve never seen a TV so thick and so small.”

“Yeah, it’s old school, but it does the trick when I need it,” Pigsy watched as the coffee brewed.

“So what’re we gonna do today, Mr. Piggy?” MK asked.

“Pigsy, and I don’t know– I need to check on damages downstairs and then make a list of what I can and can’t do, and then we need to go do some shopping– though I’ll need to read over some documents first and–” Pigsy sighed as the machine beeped. “It’s gonna be a long day.”

“All days are long for me,” MK said, sitting back down on the couch and tracing his finger along the threads of the sofa.

“Heard you there,” Pigsy snorted as he poured his coffee into his favorite mug that said “KISS MY BACON” in bold black letters.

“You kids want cereal or something?” Pigsy asked after things felt a bit too quiet.

“Cer…eal..?” Mei looked at him strangely.

MK rolled his eyes. “I’ve told you about cereal– it’s the circles in milk and stuff.”

“Oooh-! Right! Cereal!” Mei snapped her fingers, and Pigsy was reminded once again that she was technically a dragon princess that he adopted last night with no real understanding of what the heck that actually meant.

“Right– yeah– um–” Pigsy went and looked through his cabinets for cereal they’d like. Eventually he found a kind of stale, but still probably good box of “Wukong Os”.

“You kids like Wukong O’s?” He asked as he got it down, as well as two plastic bowls.

“Probably!” MK practically jumped off of the couch to the table.

Pigsy laughed and set down the bowls, then cereal, and then got out the milk before looking at Mei, who was still sitting on the couch.

“You feeling good, kiddo?” He asked.

The girl shrugged. “I dunno. I’m tired.”

“Yeah, yesterday was a lot– I also promise whatever sleeping bags we get will be a lot more comfortable than my couch, haha,” He scratched the back of his neck, before patting the chair next to MK, who was absolutely devouring his cereal. “Here, why don’t you have some cereal? It might make you feel better… or something.”

Mei got up without much expression or thought and so Pigsy went back to his coffee and glossed over that giant stack of papers, especially at that lawyer lady’s business card. If Tang wasn’t going to be available until later, then he’d definitely think about giving her a call to sort everything out more.

“It’s gonna be a long day” was probably the understatement of the century.

The kids eventually finished, and Pigsy told them to just throw their stuff in the sink. He announced he was going to go change in the bathroom, which was when he realized these kids didn’t even have any clothes on them– probably lost in that fire. He was going to have to make a shopping list soon that was going to be longer than the entirety of Journey to the West.

Pigsy quickly splashed some cold water on his face and tried to ignore how much of a zombie he looked before stepping out and grabbing his keys.

“Welp, let's get going,” He said, opening the door for Mei and MK.

The kids quickly left and waited for Pigsy as he locked the door and took them down the stairs to the restaurant. Pigsy first tried to unlock the back but remembered he put a padlock on it he totally forgot to take off in the chaos and so he led the kids around to the front, where he then unlocked that door to reveal…

Wait– nononono– this wasn’t right…

He expected a mess– shattered glass, dented stove, a wall with a big ass hole in it from the tiger demon literally breaking through it. Instead it was– perfect.

No– it was better than perfect, there were genuine improvements– it was cleaner than he had ever seen it be ever. Even the kids were confused as they stepped behind the bar and saw everything so neat and organized and not at all the stick floored place they hid the previous night.

“H-how..? Who..? Why???” Pigsy was too flabbergasted to finish his sentence and had to take a seat at the bar to stop his head from reeling.

“Freaky,” Mei said, looking at her wavy reflection in the grill.

“Ah– don’t mess with that,” Pigsy said, and she instantly took a step back. “I just… I’m not crazy right? You two know this place was a mess, right?”

MK nodded. “It smells different too– like lotuses.”

Pigsy ran his fingers across his bald head as he tried to think of any logical explanation for this but just came up blank again and again.

What happened last night had to have been true– he had the stitches and kids to prove it But the damages-?

Bah, maybe it was just some freaky demon thing he didn't know. Now why a demon would fix up his restaurant, he sure didn't know, but whatever.

"So… does this mean you'll let people in today?" MK asked, flicking a rista of red chili peppers. Pigsy had to think about that.

He certainly could– everything seemed to be in more than just tip-top shape, but at the same time he didn't have a plan for what he expected MK and Mei to do while he worked yet, as he instead planned on thoroughly procrastinating it. Plus, he knew all that shopping was going to take a very, very long time, so it was probably for the best that he didn't.

"No, no, we can head to the shops a little earlier than expected," He decided.

"Sweet!" Mei grinned, "I haven't shopped in forever– usually just the nannies or butlers do it for me. I wanna look at the toys myself!" She said, proudly pointing at herself with her thumb.

"Man, I could use one of those," Pigsy chuckled and opened the door for the kids, who quickly left the kitchen and headed out. Pigsy then locked the door and they made their way to the bus stop, where they sat on the bench

Well– Pigsy and MK sat at the bench, Mei just kind of stood next to her friend awkwardly.

"Kid, what's the matter?" Pigsy asked, eyeing her up and down.

Mei glanced at the bench and took a step back. "It looks… dirty."

Pigsy laughed at that, which he could tell was the last thing Mei expected, so he quickly tried to kill it.

"You know, my folks always said bacteria was good for you– helps build your immune system or somethin."

"Ooh," Mei said, looking at the bench once more.

It really wasn't anything all that bad looking– there weren't even any spider webs or visible gum wads And so after a moment of great hesitation, Mei closed her eyes and sat right next to MK who giggled and hugged her.

"It's so cold," she giggled too.

"Yep! Welcome to bus rider life," MK grinned.

"Ah, so you've ridden before?" Pigsy asked MK. The boy nodded.

"All the time! I'm a master of the bus," He dusted off his shoulders smugly.

"Wait– have you ridden alone?" Pigsy asked.

MK nodded again. "A ton! Ever since I started school."

The chef paused. "When… you were five?"

"Four actually! But I didn't look it," MK was still smiling and Pigsy just looked across the street to hide his horrified feeling.

Thankfully the bus arrived shortly thereafter so Pigsy didn't have to think about that mess for much longer as he ushered the kids on and paid their fare.

MK and Mei instantly made a mad dash for the back of the bus, as Pigsy half expected, and they both crowded by the edge seat to look out the window while Pigsy took a more middle seat.

They both ‘ooh’-ed and ‘ahh’-ed at each construction site or cluster of pigeons they passed (though Pigsy had a feeling MK was really just going along with Mei since he had to be more familiar with all this than she was). The ride wasn't too long, and the kids complained when Pigsy pulled the line and they had to get off.

When they remembered they were there for shopping they became a lot more agreeable as they ran into the thrift store right by the bus stop, both ogling the color coded racks.

"Alright pick out five shirts and pants you like, we'll get some better stuff when I get the money all ironed out," Pigsy said and the kids looked at each other with slight confusion.

“What? I know you’ve never shopped before,” Pigsy gestured to Mei, “But I know you have. What’s the matter?”

“Oh I don’t get clothes that often,” MK shrugged.

“And people always choose clothes for me,” Mei copied his motion.

Ah.

“Well, let’s see here…” Pigsy stroked his chin and wandered over to the kids section and started flipping through boys clothes. It took him exactly two seconds before he found a small boy’s shirt with art from Monkey King the Animated Series and he showed it to MK.

“OMG– that’s so cool!” MK beamed and Pigsy chuckled as he handed it to him. He repeated this process four more times, before handing MK a more simple shirt, saying it was good to diversify a little, and then selecting some shorts he thought might fit.

“Wow– I’ve never had someone buy me this much stuff before. Usually it’s all ‘we just bought you clothes’ and ‘make them fit’ and also ‘quit your whining or else I’ll buy a belt to beat you with instead’,” MK said, shifting his arms under the weight of the shirts. He said it with a laugh too, which was a pattern Pigsy was starting to notice.

“Well, you uh– don’t have to think about that anymore now, okay? I wouldn’t ever say those things,” Pigsy didn’t know whether or not to put a hand on MK’s shoulder. The boy just kind of nodded, still laughing a little, before his face fell slightly.

“Right,” He said, shifting the clothes in his arms, kicking the floor a little bit.

“Look– I– I can carry those for you, kid,” Pigsy offered and MK handed them over. The kid wasn’t being dramatic about the shuffling, it really was a lot, so Pigsy scanned the area until he found a basket and put the clothes in.

“Much better,” He said like he was proud of himself. MK nodded, before glancing away and then even quicker tugging on Mei’s sleeve and pointing to the toy section just a few rows over.

“Ooo– Mr. Piggy, can we look at toys please,” Mei begged. Pigsy gave them a very confused thumbs up and the kids ran off to go look at them.

Man, kids were weird– one second, it's gripping with abuse and finality, then it's running off to go search for those biona-whateverthefucktheywerecalled. Pigsy just hoped that was normal– though it wasn’t like they weren’t gonna need some kind of therapy because of that fire and you know… being orphans…

Pigsy decided to let the two of them mess around in the toy section for a bit while he fingered through clothes he thought Mei might like, though he really couldn’t be certain of anything. Most of the stuff was pink and had hearts or dolphins or boy bands all over them, and he wasn’t sure if she was the type to be interested in that kind of stuff. He tried looking in the green section, which had a bunch of environmental messages also bedazzled with pink hearts and Pigsy started realizing how pathetic this was. He picked out one with green/silver flip over sequins in the shape of a flower and another with green polka dots before going back to the boys section and selecting a few she thought she’d like more– ones with dragons and knights and stuff, and also a bad pun about math. He was unsure with each selection, which was another nagging reminder he was in way over his head about this, but Pigsy just shrugged that off and went back to MK and Mei.

When he returned, MK was out giving some kind of evil villain speech, and Mei was nowhere to be found for a bit– until he heard fits of giggles behind a rack of clothing and he realized she was in hiding. Pigsy observed for a moment, as MK began searching for him with his monkey guy and wondered if he was deaf the closer he got to Mei and the more she laughed. Suddenly, she leaped out and practically tackled MK, sending some clothes flying off the racks and a few dirty looks from other customers Pigsy just rolled his eyes at.

“You foul thing! I’ll destroy your whole kingdom!” MK spat as he got away from Mei and stood up once more.

“You are no match for me and my Ultimate Super Hot Flaming Fire of Death! Muahahahaha!” Mei laughed maniacally as she “shot fire” at Mk’s guy, who raised his arms.

“I surrender– your spicy toss was too spicy for me,” he made his guy fold over into a bow. “You can have my kingdom– everything-! Just spare me-!”

“Die!” Mei cackled and chopped the guys head off with her guys hand.

“Wow– pretty intense game you two had going there,” Pigsy chuckled a little as he picked up some of the fallen items.

Mei shrugged with a giggle. “Could’ve been worse. Could’ve sent him to the council,” she shared a knowing look with MK before they burst into more laughter.

Man, kids are so weird.

“Oh– Mei, tell me what you think of the stuff I picked out,” Pigsy said, picking up the shirts from the basket and handing them to her. Upon seeing the “boys” shirts, she was confused.

“I’m not allowed to wear shirts with pictures,” She said with a slight frown. “They don’t look nice.”

“Kid, you don’t need to ‘look nice’ all the time– I mean– it’s okay if you don’t like em and all, but–” The chef looked away, embarrassed.

“No-! They’re super cool! I-i’m just not allowed to– Mama and Baba say–” She stopped herself.

Pigsy looked at her.

Mei quietly stared down at the clothes for a minute, before handing back the “boys” ones to Pigsy. “I’ll stick with the girly clothes for now.”

“Anything you want, kiddo,” Pigsy said softly as he accepted them. He gestured for the kids to follow him as he put the shirts back and then waited in line to make their purchase, where Pigsy also threw in two bags of off-brand gummy bears in attempts to cheer the two up, which kind of worked.

Pigsy was nervous the entire time they were in line that his credit card would be declined or that if he used his debit card, these purchases would be marked off as suspicious, but strangely enough it all went without a hitch and soon they were walking out of there with four bags full of clothes.

They still had to stop at the nearby shopping center for tents, and the kids just trailed behind Pigsy and swapping gummy bears for the specific colors they liked while the pig chef wandered up and down aisles for camping stuff. Didn’t take too long thankfully, and so two more bags of sleeping bags were added to the group, and in a blink the group were on the bus back home.

.o0o.

The ride back was a lot quieter than the previous ride had been, though MK and Mei still talked a little, with the former trying to cheer up the latter with little games. It eventually worked, and Mei was laughing again, which meant Pigsy could relax and stress out about other things.

It didn’t take long for his mind to choose, as when he glanced tiredly out the window, there was a sparkling ad on a billboard for Megapolis City Academy, which he recalled being their school. He was going to have to get uniforms, and books, and whatever fancy people shit he needed to make sure no one else knew they were being raised now by some fat pig fraud… while also somehow dropping them off in all that high society and in front of those pompous assholes and then it’d be high school all over again. Great.

He wasn’t heartless. He was going to do this for them.

Every time he reminded himself he could practically hear his father talking about how crazy he is.

Well… proves him right, he figured.

Pigsy sighed and rubbed his face, before realizing the bus was nearing their stop and he pulled the string. Thankfully it was just in the nick of time and they were able to get off and walk back to the shop and apartment without a hitch.

Pigsy fumbled the door open and the kids immediately set the stuff down on the counters and flopped onto the couch tiredly, which didn’t surprise him at all.

“You can turn on some tv if you’d like– I’m sure there’s cable-free kid programming somewhere,” Pigsy said, gesturing to the remote on the armrest nearest MK. The boy nodded, turning it on and began flipping through channel after channel as Pigsy set all of his stuff down and mentally prepared himself for looking over all those lawyer documents again.

The chef dug through a drawer for a pen and pad before sitting at his table and pulling the massive pile of documents towards him just as he heard the familiar blare of the home shopping network.

“Mr. Piggy, do you have a snuggie?” MK asked, tilting his head at the screen.

Pigsy snorted. “Just wear a sweater backwards, kid.”

“Huh,” was all the boy replied with and Pigsy started looking into the stacks and folders.

First one he saw was labeled “Banking” and had “Contact Gatita” written on a big sticky note when he opened it, which filled him with relief as he pushed it to the side.

“Ooo– Can we get a Heat Surge?” Mei asked.

“We don’t need that kind of junk– besides, there’s no room for one,” Pigsy rolled his eyes, moving onto the next folder labeled ‘Allergens + Medical Records’. Pigsy scribbled a bit to make sure his pen worked before starting to take notes.

“Is that The Monkey King?!” MK suddenly jumped up from the couch and got an inch away from the tv before it shocked him with static electricity.

“Mr. Piggy-! Mr. Piggy-!” MK leapt from the couch and to the chef. “Can I get a– a–” He looked back over his shoulder. “A fushigi?”

Pigsy glanced at the TV, seeing a man in a poorly made Sun Wukong costume dancing around some glass ball surrounded by ‘fascinated’ onlookers and a guy who was way too passionate for what appeared to literally just be a glass ball.

“It’s Pigsy, and no– it looks dangerous,” Pigsy shook his head and got back to his work.

“Aw man– now i’ll never be as cool as Monkey King,” The boy sighed dramatically before taking a seat next to his best friend.

“Get used to it kid, you’ll be better off without all those expectations,” Pigsy joked a little as he jotted down vaccination dates.

There was a bit of peace (except for the commercials that literally never ended) and Pigsy was able to jot down all he felt he needed to before setting it aside and moving onto the next folder.

“Woah-! That cupcake is ginormous!” Mei gasped and pointed at the screen.

“That’s like the size of my head!” MK laughed and agreed.

“Mr. Piggy–”

“No we are not buying some tin to make a big cupcake– if we really needed to, we could manage with what we have,” Pigsy stopped the thought right there and the kids huffed and flopped dramatically back on the couch. For a second, Pigsy worried he was sounding too much like a stickler, but he kept on working.

“Booooo, medicine is boring,” MK blew a raspberry at the tv.

“Finally, some real calm,” He thought, jotting down a few more things. And the kids were indeed calm for a second, before MK asked–

“Mr. Piggy? What’s er–erectile dysfunct–”

“--Okaywellthat’senoughofthatfornowdon’tyouthink–” Pigsy shot up from his chair, taking the remote and immediately changing the channels.

“Aw man, I wanted to see if they’d mention if me or a loved one got mesothemeliomia,” MK sighed.

“Tough luck, you’re gonna watch this public broadcast for children,” Pigsy said, stopping at the channel with a weird green boy and girl and hitting select and going back to work.

Thankfully that worked to distract them for a long, long time, despite the content clearly being a bit young for them. There was a show about some dog that talked, whatever a “zoboomafoo” was, and a math computer smarty pants show– whatever, it wasn’t like Pigsy was paying all that much attention. He was now almost through the entire stack, with only one folder remaining.

Unfortunately, it was the biggest and it was all the information about their schooling.

Yay…

Pigsy was greeted with an eyeful of rich people propaganda that actually made him want to gag for a moment. If it weren’t dead people’s last wishes for their daughter, he would completely disregard this whole academy junk and place them into a public school. If they really wanted her to be ‘normal’ like they claimed, then that would be the best way to do it.

But Pigsy wasn’t a parent, so he had no idea the kinds of real thought and care that goes into these kinds of things, and so dived in anyways.

Uniforms, ¥1716.90 for four sets (jesus fucking christ); Books, at the school (thank god); shoes, had to be black and shiny, roughly ¥233.50 a piece; school supplies varied a lot, especially since there weren’t ‘back-to-school’ specials right now (which was just fun); and then admission in general cost about… holy fucking shit– that was the cost of this building at least three times over-!

Pigsy glanced at that banking stack and knew he’d have to call Gatita soon.

Pigsy rigorously took notes and tried working out budgets to see what he could get done before and after calling, and then tried to figure when he should do the next doctors appointments and needless to say Pigsy was starting to see numbers and yuan signs when he closed his eyes.

Deciding that was probably enough for one day, he rested his head on his arms and closed his eyes, and forced them shut tighter when the previously mentioned numbers started flashing behind his eyelids.

After a while there was a tap on his shoulder though. Pigsy sighed to himself and forced him to lift his head, surprised to find Mei standing there and looking at the ground. “Mr. Pigsy, is there a…” She glanced around the area, gripping her jacket tightly.

“You okay, kid?” Pigsy sat up.

“Oh– yes-! I just wanted to know if there’s a– a bathroom, yes,” Mei nodded to herself.

Pigsy eyed her before pointing. “Just right over there– and make sure the lock really clicks, it’s half broken and god knows my landlord ain’t fixin it.”

“Thank you,” She bowed a little and walked off, leaving Pigsy to rest his head again.

Though he had a bad feeling in his gut he just couldn’t ignore.

With a grumble, he pulled himself up and looked towards the tv, satisfied to see MK satisfied. There was some kind of cartoon about dragons on right now, and it looked fun enough– MK was even humming along to one of the songs.

Maybe it was nothing– it wasn’t like the show was even talking about death and stuff. Right now it seemed to be about learning hopscotch or something– Pigsy was just a worry wart.

…Right?

Pigsy decided his instincts might have a point and so went over to his bathroom and knocked on the door. “You doin’ okay in there?”

A gasp– shuffling noises that made him grip the handle before–

“Y-yes, Mr. Pigsy, I-I’m alright,” Mei’s voice replied.

“You sound hurt– you okay?” Pigsy asked, his grip on the knob softening only a little.

“I-i’m fine, thank you!”

“Kid–”

“I-i said I’m fine!” She shouted a little, which made him step back. If this were an adult, he’d probably yell at them and say something like “fine, see if I care!” but he was starting to realize that that probably wasn’t a healthy way to react to something, and also Mei was a child so he’d definitely have to think before he spoke.

“You know…” He sighed, leaning against the wall next to the bathroom door, “No one can help you feel any better if you lock yourself in that bathroom– and don’t say you don’t care about that because I care if you feel better so– I already got you there.”

Silence.

A sniffle.

The lock clicked, but she didn’t step outside, which the chef hesitantly took as a sign for him to go in instead, which he did.

The sight didn’t exactly surprise him– Mei was now sitting curled up in the bathtub, hot tears streaming down her face and–

And her eyes were glowing again.

“Are you hurt?” Pigsy asked, kneeling on the ground next to the tub.

She shook her head and hugged her knees tighter.

“Well that’s a little bit good, eh?” He tried joking, but it didn’t work. “What’s the matter then?”

“I-i… I miss them. I miss them a lot– I-i don’t wanna stay here, I wanna go home, with Mama a-and Baba, a-and I want them to eat dinner with me, a-and I wanna tease one of my nannies after school again, a-and I steal cookies with MK from right under Mama’s nose– a-and I don’t want to feel hurt anymore– and that stupid Dragon show just made me think of them a-and– a-and everything hurts just so much,” She spat out all at once before completely breaking into sobs.

“Oh kiddo…” Pigsy felt his heart break and he reached out a pathetic hand towards her, which neither knew what to do with.

“I-i miss them s-s-s-so much, Mr. Piggy– b-but they’re gone now a-and it’s all m-my-my fault,” She covered her face with her hands.

“What-?! No– that’s impossible, it couldn’t be your fault–”

“B-but it was! I-i told Baba I would c-clean the artifacts, a-and I thought I s-saw something, and bumped into the grass cutter sword fell a-and it fell a-and started burning a-and I just r-r-ran away-! A-and now Mama and Baba are dead a-and MK’s mama and baba too-! A-and it’s all my fault!!” She cried more, a gush of hot air shaking the room a bit as her dragon powers were fluctuating.

Shit– there was a folder on the dragon stuff, but that also had a Gatita sticky note so he put it off– now he really could use some of that advice.

“Kid, you’re not– it’s not–” Pigsy kept tripping over his tongue as he felt like such a stupid idiot moron.

Really living up to his family legacy.

Mei just kept crying and Pigsy just sat across the way in defeat.

She was just so young, so small… This guilt was too much for someone her size and age– it belonged to fat, useless pig men like him.

Eventually, he half got up and switched sides so he was closer to Mei, though not facing her. He placed an arm on the tub and tried to speak.

“Kid, I…” he opened his hand a little and examined it, looking at his hair and knuckles and all the little scars he accumulated over the years.

“...I know what it’s like to lose people you love,” He said, letting his hand relax again. “It… it tortures you, you know? All of those ‘what ifs’ and ‘i shoulda’ and ‘I coulda’s… it’s tempting to fall into that little spiral, but it ain’t exactly healthy,” Pigsy looked away, towards the towels, though he could feel Mei’s eyes starting to fall on him.

“My grandmother told me that, ‘bout two years back,” He took a shaky breath. “God, I miss her everyday– my best friend too, but he’s not dead he’s just…” Pigsy looked at the ground.

“What I’m tryin’ to get at here is… it’s not easy– and yeah, maybe there are things that could’ve been different, but wish and wish all you want, that isn’t gonna change anything. All it does is eat you up inside until you’re a husk that haunts your own life, you know?”

“And besides, accidents happen, and it’s a good thing you’re alive, Mei. You have a wonderful best friend who would be absolutely devastated if you tried to fight that mystical fire all by yourself, and he’s very happy you’re okay. You shouldn’t try to fix all the world's problems, and you also shouldn’t try to keep them all hidden and buried, you got that?”

He heard the girl nod, but he still couldn’t really look at her, the idiot.

“ ‘Sides, wherever your folks are, I know they’re proud of you, and they certainly don’t blame you. I mean– they got a whole stack of papers I just sifted through all about how much your future matters to them, and so don’t believe for a second that a freak accident changes any of that, because that’s not how your parents seem to me,” He was starting to get a little choked up himself, and he heard Mei nod again.

“I-i-i just… I really miss ‘em… a-and if I could–”

“–But you can’t, kiddo… and I’m so, so sorry,” He closed his eyes.

The girl was silent, even managing to halt her sniffles. Pigsy was okay with this, listening to the low hum of the cheap light above when suddenly he jolted at something touching his hand– though he instantly relaxed when he realized it was just Mei, whom he looked at.

She was very, very tired looking. The emerald glow finally faded though, which revealed deeply sorrowful brown eyes which were all red and puffy too. He gave her hand a pathetic squeeze and she squeezed it right on back. It made him let out a little laugh, which made her laugh too.

Eventually, the girl managed to muster her strength to say, “You’re really nice, Mr. Piggy.”

Pigsy snorted, thinking back to how his instincts had wanted to yell at her, but he wouldn’t let her know that.

“Thanks, kiddo. You’re really nice too,” He squeezed her hand again. “Which is why I’m sure not a single person blames you for what happened.”

Mei sighed a little. “I-i know… I-i just– I can’t stop feeling like this, you know?” She looked him in the eyes.

“Yeah kid… I know…” He gave a pathetic smile.

“And– hey, it’s okay to feel this way, it’s a normal part of grief for all your emotions to get scrambled up, but just remember what I told you, okay? Accidents happen and you still have people who love and care about you,” He placed the hand on her shoulder and she rested her head on it a little.

“Yeah, I can get that,” She replied.

“I’m glad, kiddo,” Pigsy squeezed her shoulder with a smile.

They sat like that for another minute or so, before the dragon girl muttered, “I’m hungry,” and Pigsy sprang to life, helping her up and out of the bathtub and back into the apartment, where MK immediately hugged her and asked what took her so long. Pigsy chuckled and let them get to talking and playing while he made some chow mein the three of them could share.

It had been a long, long day, and Pigsy knew it was the first of many.

But Pigsy also knew they survived the day, and that was honestly more than he ever really expected, and so he felt kinda hopeful nonetheless.

By the time the chow mein was cooked, there was a knock at the door and Pigsy couldn’t believe he had forgotten his favorite customer had promised to stop by and so quickly scrambled to make him another plate and they all sat and ate together, and for a moment, everything was right with the world, and Pigsy didn’t have a doubt in his mind that everything would be okay for at least today.

And Pigsy was perfectly fine with that for today.

[troped-fanfic-challenge]

TROPED Madness: Chopping Block

Eight fics were written following a Theme of [Fantasy], including the Tropes of [First Pet Story] and [Revenge], and with a Character Focus on [Lincoln kom Trikru]!! Voting determined which FOUR authors will be CHOPPED, and set up our brackets for our head-to-head competition for Round Three! Eight fantastical fics, but who will make it to the FINAL FOUR?!

We want to say a big thank you so much to all the authors who participated, we are so happy you decided to be a part of TROPED Madness 4.0, and we hope you'll join us again for our next events which dates will be officially announced soon!!

The Authors who have been Chopped are:

@loveislarryislove

through the snow and through the storm

QR/R1 | Rated T | The 100 | Murphy x Raven | 3.2k

“Everyone is so concerned about this storm,” Raven says. “It’s calling for what, three or four inches of snow? Back home in Minnesota, that’s not even enough to close schools.” Murphy snorts. “Well, hon, welcome to Georgia,” he says. “This may be a shock to you, but we don’t get as much snow as Minnesota.” “Yeah, I’ve noticed,” she says, chuckling. “It’s kind of boring, honestly.” “Being locked up in your house for months because the outside world is trying to freeze your face off sounds boring.” “That’s what scarves are for, John.”

i just want to know you better

R2 | Rated T | The 100 | Lincoln x Octavia | 2.5k

The upstairs is both simple – just a bed, night table, and wardrobe, with a small shower and washbasin in the corner – and remarkable – all the furniture is growing out of the walls and floor! The showerhead is a living flower! Octavia’s widened eyes suddenly narrow as another question pops into her head. “There’s no toilet,” she says. “Do faeries, like. Do you not poop?” As soon as the words have left her mouth, she wishes she could take them back. That was a bit much, even if it is a perfectly reasonable question, it’s not really an attractive one. But Lincoln just tips his head back and laughs. Octavia realizes she’s not sure if she’s ever seen him laugh before – not for her or for anyone else. He’s sweet, and she’s certainly earned enough of his smiles, but his laugh… it makes her stomach flip, and suddenly she doesn’t regret the stupid question at all. Or, Octavia has already captured Lincoln's heart -- but can she capture his cat's?

@bellamysgriffin

i say that i hate you with a smile on my face

QR/R1 | Rated G | The 100 | Murphy x Raven | 2.8k

There's a tornado raging over his head and his father's bakery right in the crossfire, but all Murphy is worried about is what he's going to tell Raven about his date the night before.

we did our best (and we will again)

R2 | Rated G | The 100 | Lincoln x Octavia | 2.3k

“If you want to help me, you can start by letting me go.” Lincoln sighs, dropping the spoon. “And then?” Her blue eyes flash. Then the anger fades. “You’re right. If you let me go, I’ll kill you. That’s the way it has to end. For one of us, at least.” Lincoln lifts the spoon to her mouth. After a moment, reluctantly, she drinks. They do this in silence until the soup is gone. He can see in her eyes that she’s ashamed, that she feels weak, powerless. So he gives her an offering, the only one he can think of. “My name,” he says, “is Lincoln.” She looks at him, and is he dreaming or is there a ghost of a smile in her eyes? “I’m Octavia.” or, linctavia au in which everything is (mostly) the same except lincoln has a dragon and octavia wants to kill it

@kinetic-elaboration

(Cause This Can't Be) The Way the Story Ends

QR/R1 | Rated T | The 100 | Murphy x Raven | 5.8k

A bummed-out business owner, a disgruntled barista, a stressed student, a mysterious stranger, and a mechanic on a mission are trapped in a bakery during an ice storm. Or, how John Murphy found the girl, lost the girl, experienced a natural disaster with the girl, and then found her again.

The Fairy Ring

R2 | Rated T | The 100 | Lincoln & Anya | 5.5k

For as long as he can remember, Lincoln has been fascinated by the fairy ring in the woods beyond his village. For as long as he's known her, Anya has mocked his interest in the ring.

@sailawaymayday

When It's Over

QR/R1 | Rated T | The 100 | Murphy x Emori x Raven | 5.7k

Murphy is prepared for a perfectly normal day of work in his bakery. What he gets instead is an earthquake.

Beware The Wild Rushes

R2 | Rated M | The 100 | Lincoln & Luna | 5.9k

Lincoln knew there was a reason he never liked the ocean. Now he and Luna are trapped in a world that shouldn't exist, with a new pet that definitely shouldn't exist. Everything is totally fine. Maybe. Sort of. Yeah, it's pretty much the weirdest day he's ever had.

[denimbex1986]

'Emily Blunt is on a break from the big screen.

During an appearance on Bruce Bozzi’s iHeart podcast Table for Two with Bruce Bozzi, the A-lister opened up about a decision to spend more time with her children in 2023.

“This year, I’m not working. I worked quite a bit last year and my oldest baby is 9, so we’re in the last year of single digits,” she explained. Blunt shares two daughters, Hazel and Violet, with husband John Krasinski. “And I just feel [like] there are cornerstones to their day that are so important when they’re little. And it’s, ‘Will you wake me up? Will you take me to school? Will you pick me up? Will you put me to bed?’ And I just need to be there for all of them for a good stretch. And I just felt that in my bones.”

The interview comes just days ahead of the release of her newest film, Christopher Nolan’s Oppenheimer, in which she plays Kitty Oppenheimer, the wife of Cillian Murphy’s J. Robert Oppenheimer. Blunt, who recently starred in the limited series The English, also has a slate of projects on deck including David Leitch’s The Fall Guy opposite Ryan Gosling and David Yates’ Pain Hustlers opposite Chris Evans.

The latter film follows Blunt’s character as she seeks to build a better life for herself and her daughter only to wind up working at a pharmacy and getting caught up in a dangerous racketeering scheme. “I feel strongly that most female characters in Hollywood are usually held up to some sort of feminine ideal,” she said talking about her Pain Hustlers character. “And I’m always hearing this like, ‘Is she likable?’ I like, I don’t give a fuck if she’s likable, you know? And no man has ever asked that. Like, those guys in The Big Short or Wolf of Wall Street, we were never concerned if they were likable and they were doing terrible, corrupt things.”

Aside from spending time with her family, Blunt also revealed that she happens to share quality moments with another Oppenheimer co-star, Matt Damon, who lives in the same Brooklyn building.

“Matt [Damon] is just the most easygoing, beautiful person. Lucy is even more beautiful — sorry, Matt. But we all became friends and then they moved to Brooklyn and they said, ‘We found this amazing building.’ And of course, we were like, ‘We’ll live in the same building!’ But there’s really lovely, cool people living in Brooklyn and we have Sunday night dinners … the kids love each other.”

Bozzi also asked Blunt about the time she spends with Krasinski. “It’s usually the morning. We [rescued] a puppy who’s absolutely beautiful. … I wasn’t wanting to get a dog, but the kids were pushing for it and John was up for it,” she noted. “I don’t mind getting up early with this puppy because it means that John and I can kind of talk in the morning and catch up and really talk before the kids are up and everything. … I love watching things like The Voice. I mean, we love The Voice.”'

[wedezine]

The Stylish Space Revolution: A New Era of Space-Saving Beds

In the vibrant urban landscape of Shivamoga, optimizing living space is no longer just a preference; it's a necessity. At WeDezine Studio, a leading interior design company in Shivamoga, we recognize the increasing demand for furniture that seamlessly combines aesthetic charm with practical utility. Among the most innovative solutions redefining modern living are space-saving beds, which offer a harmonious blend of style and functionality.

The Rise of Space-Saving Beds

Traditional beds can often dominate a room, consuming valuable floor space that could be better utilized. Today’s discerning consumers are seeking smarter, more versatile solutions that enhance their living environments. The evolution of space-saving beds has introduced a diverse array of designs, each tailored to meet unique needs:

Murphy Beds: Also known as wall beds, these ingenious designs fold up into the wall when not in use, freeing up precious floor space. Available in various styles and finishes, they can be customized to blend seamlessly with your décor, making them a stylish yet functional addition to any room.

Loft Beds: Perfect for children’s rooms or compact apartments, loft beds elevate the sleeping area, allowing for creative use of space beneath for desks, seating, or storage. This design is especially appealing to younger homeowners and students who appreciate both style and practicality.

Storage Beds: Featuring built-in drawers or compartments, storage beds provide an elegant solution for organizing linens, clothing, and personal items. This dual-purpose functionality is ideal for smaller bedrooms, helping to maintain a clutter-free and serene environment.

Folding Beds: A fantastic option for guest rooms or multifunctional spaces, folding beds can be easily set up and stowed away as needed. Their versatility ensures that your home can adapt effortlessly to different situations without compromising on style.

Blending Style with Functionality

When considering space-saving beds, visual appeal is as essential as practicality. At WeDezine Studio, we emphasize the integration of stylish elements that complement your home's overall design aesthetic. Here are some tips for achieving the perfect balance between form and function:

Color and Finish: Choose colors and finishes that harmonize with your existing décor. Whether you favor a sleek, contemporary look with crisp whites and natural woods or a cozy, rustic vibe with distressed finishes, your space-saving bed can be a stunning focal point.

Thoughtful Accessories: Elevate the look of your space-saving bed with chic bedding, decorative cushions, and cozy throws. These accessories can be easily updated seasonally or as trends change, allowing your space to feel fresh and inviting year-round.

Integrated Lighting: Incorporate innovative lighting features, such as under-bed LED lights or stylish bedside lamps. Thoughtful lighting can enhance functionality while creating a warm, inviting ambiance that highlights the beauty of your bedroom.

The Practical Advantages

The benefits of space-saving beds extend far beyond aesthetics. Here are some compelling reasons why they make an invaluable addition to any home:

Maximized Floor Space: Space-saving beds allow you to reclaim valuable floor area that can be transformed into additional storage, a cozy reading nook, or an open space for activities, ultimately improving the flow and usability of your living environment.

Versatility: These beds are particularly suited for multifunctional spaces, especially in urban settings where every square foot counts. They provide the flexibility to adapt to your changing needs and lifestyle.

Enhanced Organization: Built-in storage solutions help keep your living space orderly, reducing clutter and fostering a serene atmosphere where you can relax and recharge.

Conclusion

As the desire for stylish and functional living spaces continues to rise, space-saving beds have emerged as a game-changing innovation in interior design. At WeDezine Studio, your trusted interior design partner in Shivamoga, we are dedicated to helping you create beautiful, functional spaces tailored to your unique lifestyle. Whether you’re redesigning your bedroom or looking to maximize your living area, our expert designers are here to offer innovative solutions that harmonize style and utility.

Discover the endless possibilities of space-saving solutions with us, and let’s work together to transform your home into a sanctuary of comfort and elegance. Contact WeDezine Studio today to embark on your journey towards a more organized, stylish living space that truly reflects your personality!

[dlife]

Efficient Space-Saving Beds for Modern Living

In the ever-evolving landscape of interior design, the importance of maximizing space without sacrificing style or comfort has never been more critical. This demand has led to the rise of space-saving furniture solutions, with beds at the forefront of this movement. From studio apartments to tiny homes, efficient space-saving beds have become an essential component of modern living. This article is created by D’LIFE’s interior designers in Mangalore and explores various types of space-saving beds, their benefits, and tips for selecting the perfect one for your living space.

Types of Space-Saving Beds

Murphy Beds

Murphy beds, also known as wall beds, are one of the most popular space-saving solutions. They are designed to fold up against the wall or into a cabinet when not in use, freeing up valuable floor space. This type of bed is ideal for small apartments or multipurpose rooms where space is at a premium. Modern Murphy beds often come with additional features such as built-in shelving or desks, enhancing their functionality.

Loft Beds

Loft beds elevate the sleeping area to create additional space beneath for a desk, seating, or storage. They are particularly popular in children's rooms or shared spaces, where maximizing vertical space can lead to better organization and functionality. Loft beds come in various styles, from simple metal frames to elaborate wooden structures with integrated furniture.

Sofa Beds

Sofa beds are an excellent choice for those who frequently host guests but lack a dedicated guest room. These multifunctional pieces serve as a comfortable couch by day and a bed by night. Modern sofa beds are designed to effortlessly transform from one mode to the other, often incorporating high-quality mattresses to ensure a good night's sleep.

Trundle Beds

Trundle beds are another versatile option, especially for children's rooms or guest accommodations. They consist of a standard bed frame with a second bed stored underneath, which can be pulled out when needed. This design is perfect for sleepovers or homes with limited space, providing an extra sleeping area without occupying additional floor space when not in use.

Benefits of Space-Saving Beds

Maximizing Living Space

The primary advantage of space-saving beds is their ability to maximize living areas. In urban environments where real estate is costly and spaces are smaller, these beds offer an efficient solution to optimize room layouts.

Versatility

Space-saving beds are incredibly versatile, suitable for various room configurations and purposes. Whether it's transforming a home office into a guest bedroom or creating a functional children's room, these beds adapt to changing needs.

Aesthetic Appeal

Modern space-saving beds are not only functional but also aesthetically pleasing. Designers have embraced contemporary materials and innovative designs to create pieces that complement modern interiors. From sleek, minimalist Murphy beds to chic, upholstered sofa beds, there's a style for every taste.

Enhanced Functionality

With additional features like built-in storage, shelving, or desks, space-saving beds enhance the functionality of any room. These features help maintain organization and reduce clutter, contributing to a more serene living environment.

Choosing the Right Space-Saving Bed

Consider Your Space

Before selecting a space-saving bed, evaluate the available space and the room's primary function. For example, a Murphy bed might be ideal for a home office or studio apartment, while a loft bed could be perfect for a child's room with high ceilings.

Assess Style Preferences

Consider the existing decor and your personal style preferences. Do you prefer a minimalist look, or are you drawn to more traditional designs? With numerous styles and finishes available, choosing a bed that complements your overall interior design is essential.

Evaluate Additional Features

Think about the additional features you might need. Would built-in storage or a desk enhance the room's functionality? Consider how these features align with your lifestyle and practical needs.

Test for Comfort

While functionality is crucial, comfort should never be compromised. Ensure the bed you choose provides adequate support and a comfortable sleeping surface. If possible, test the bed in a showroom to ensure it meets your comfort standards.

Innovative Designs and Materials

The space-saving bed market is continuously evolving, with designers pushing the boundaries of what these beds can offer. Contemporary designs often incorporate eco-friendly materials like bamboo or reclaimed wood, adding sustainability to their list of benefits. Furthermore, innovations in mattress technology ensure that space-saving beds provide the same level of comfort as their traditional counterparts.

Some of the latest designs even integrate smart home technology, allowing users to adjust settings via mobile devices or voice commands. These advancements not only enhance convenience but also align with the growing trend of smart living.

Conclusion

Efficient space-saving beds are a testament to how far interior designers in India have come in addressing the challenges of modern living. By offering multifunctionality, maximizing space, and merging style with practicality, these beds are a perfect addition to any home seeking a harmonious balance between form and function. Whether you're looking to make the most of a small apartment or optimize a specific room, space-saving beds offer an innovative solution that caters to diverse needs and preferences, ensuring that every square foot is utilized effectively.

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Queen Size Murphy Cabinet Bed Market  Global Analysis, Growth, Size, Share, Trends, Sales Forecast and Supply Demand to 2031

The global "Queen Size Murphy Cabinet Bed Market Market" report indicates a consistent and robust growth trend in recent times, projecting a positive trajectory expected to persist until 2031. A significant trend observed in the Queen Size Murphy Cabinet Bed Market market is the rising consumer inclination towards environmentally sustainable and eco-friendly products. Furthermore, a notable advancement in this market is the increasing incorporation of technology to elevate both product quality and efficiency. Cutting-edge technologies like artificial intelligence, machine learning, and block chain are actively employed to develop innovative products that outperform traditional options in terms of effectiveness and efficiency. The Queen Size Murphy Cabinet Bed Market Market Research Report for 2024 highlights emerging trends, growth opportunities, and potential scenarios envisioned up to the year 2031.

By delving into the latest trends, the report keeps businesses abreast of the dynamic market environment, helping them identify emerging opportunities and navigate potential challenges. The meticulous analysis covers various aspects, offering valuable insights into the historical performance of the market and presenting the current (CAGR) status.

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Who are the biggest Queen Size Murphy Cabinet Bed Market manufacturers worldwide?

Wilding Wallbeds (U.S)

Murphy Wall Beds Hardware(U.S)

SICO Inc. (U.S)

FlyingBeds International(U.S)

The Bedder Way Co. (U.S)

The Queen Size Murphy Cabinet Bed Market Market is described briefly as follows:

The global Queen Size Murphy Cabinet Bed Market Size is USD 287.39 million in 2024 and the market is projected to touch USD 434.98 million by 2031, exhibiting a CAGR of 6.10% during the forecast period.

SWOT Analysis of Queen Size Murphy Cabinet Bed Market Market:

A SWOT analysis involves evaluating the strengths, weaknesses, opportunities, and threats of a particular market or business. In the case of the keyword market, we'll be looking at the factors that can impact the industry's performance.

Pestle Analysis of Queen Size Murphy Cabinet Bed Market Market:

To better comprehend the market environment, a five-force analysis is performed, which takes into account the bargaining power of the customer, the supplier, the threat of substitutes, the threat of new entrants, and the threat of competition.

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What are the Types in Queen Size Murphy Cabinet Bed Market Market?

Single Bed

Double Bed

Others

What are Applications in Queen Size Murphy Cabinet Bed Market Market?

Commercial

Household

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Geographical Segmentation:

Geographically, this report is segmented into several key regions, with sales, revenue, market share, and Queen Size Murphy Cabinet Bed Market market growth rate in these regions, from 2017 to 2028, covering

North America (United States, Canada and Mexico)

Europe (Germany, UK, France, Italy, Russia and Turkey etc.)

Asia-Pacific (China, Japan, Korea, India, Australia, Indonesia, Thailand, Philippines, Malaysia, and Vietnam)

South America (Brazil etc.)

Middle East and Africa (Egypt and GCC Countries)

Some of the key questions answered in this report:

Who are the worldwide key Players of the Queen Size Murphy Cabinet Bed Market Industry?

How the opposition goes in what was in store connected with Queen Size Murphy Cabinet Bed Market?

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What are the Queen Size Murphy Cabinet Bed Market market valuable open doors and dangers looked by the manufactures in the worldwide Queen Size Murphy Cabinet Bed Market Industry?

Which application/end-client or item type might look for gradual development possibilities? What is the portion of the overall industry of each kind and application?

What centered approach and imperatives are holding the Queen Size Murphy Cabinet Bed Market market?

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TOC of Global Queen Size Murphy Cabinet Bed Market Market Research Report 2023

1 Queen Size Murphy Cabinet Bed Market Market Overview

2 Market Competition by Manufacturers

3 Queen Size Murphy Cabinet Bed Market Production by Region

4 Queen Size Murphy Cabinet Bed Market Consumption by Region

5 Segment by Type

6 Segment by Application

7 Key Companies Profiled

8 Industry Chain and Sales Channels Analysis

9 Queen Size Murphy Cabinet Bed Market Market Dynamics

10 Research Finding and Conclusion

11 Methodology and Data Source

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The Top Factors to Consider When Choosing the Perfect Murphy Bed for Your Home

Murphy beds, also known as wall beds, are an excellent space-saving solution for homes. These beds can help transform a small room into a multi-functional space by providing a comfortable sleeping area without taking up too much floor space. However, choosing the right Murphy bed for your home can be challenging. In this article, we will discuss the top factors to consider when selecting the perfect Murphy bed for your home.

Understanding What Murphy Beds Are

Factors to Consider When Choosing the Perfect Murphy Bed for Your Home

1. Size and Space

One of the most critical factors to consider when selecting a murphy bed is the size and space available in your room. The bed should fit snugly into the wall without blocking any other essential elements in the room. Thus, you need to consider the size of the bed, including the height, length, and width, and ensure it fits well in your room.

2. Design Style

Your murphy bed should match the design style of your room to create a cohesive and visually-pleasant living space. You can choose from a variety of designs offered by Flybed, including traditional, modern, and contemporary, depending on your preference.

3. Functionality

Murphy beds come in various functional designs that cater to different needs. Consider what you intend to use for your bed before selecting a specific design. Flybed offer designs that come with shelves, desks, sofa, dining table, and folding bunk beds along with entire wall units.

4. Material

The material used to make the murphy bed determines its durability, strength, and overall appearance. Choose a material that complements your room decor and is durable enough to withstand daily use. Flybed offers top quality honey comb sheets material on the beds which are light weight, complete waterproof, termite proof, and even better than marine plywood. 

5. Installation

Murphy beds require professional installation; therefore, it’s important to research and choose a reputable and experienced installer. Flybed’s technical team is trained for hassle-free installation.  

6. Comfort

Your bed’s comfort is essential to ensure a good night’s sleep. Consider the type of mattress needed and the accompanying bedding to ensure maximum comfort and a good night’s sleep. Flybed offers birch wood slats on the bed frame which provides the best comfortable sleep and this also increases the life of your mattress.

7. Portability

While murphy beds are designed to fit in one place, some designs are removable, providing flexibility when moving the bed to different locations.

8. Weight Capacity

Murphy beds can be built with different weight capacities. This factor is crucial, especially if you plan to have two or more people sleeping on the bed or require extra support for a heavier mattress. Flybed offers 04 Series with different weight capacities 175 kg-Savuur, 200kg-Eco, 300kg-Classic & 500kg-Premium series models.

9. Storage Space

Murphy beds can be designed with storage options, such as shelves and drawers, which provide additional storage space in small rooms.

10. Safety Features

It’s essential to consider the safety features of your murphy bed, such as locking mechanisms and minimal gaps between the bed and the wall to prevent accidents and injuries. Flybed’s are tested for 50000 cycles of operation and the beds are butter soft & completely safe to use.

11. Cost

Murphy beds come in different price ranges depending on the size, materials used, and functionality. It’s essential to consider your budget before choosing a specific design. Flybeds offers beds from starting range Savurr Series which is budget friendly & accordingly above models are there.

12. Maintenance

The maintenance requirements of your murphy bed determine how long it will last and the cost of upkeep. Consider the cleaning routine and other maintenance requirements before buying. Flybed offers maintenance-free system.

13. Accessibility

Your murphy bed must meet ADA compliance for accessibility, especially if you plan to install it in a commercial space.

14. Noise Level

Choose a murphy bed that operates silently, ensuring minimum disturbance when opening or closing the bed.

15. Customization Options

Some manufacturers offer customization options, such as material and color selection, to meet your preferences and needs.

16. Ease of Use

Select a bed that is easy to operate, with minimal effort, to ensure convenience for you and your guests.

17. Warranty

Choose a murphy bed that comes with a warranty that covers defects, damages, or any other unforeseen issues.

18. Durability

A murphy bed is an investment that should last for years. Thus, you should choose a bed that is durable and can withstand daily use for an extended period.

19. Reputation

Choose a reputable manufacturer with a proven track record of supplying quality Murphy beds and excellent customer service. Flybed is a brand that only deals in Murphy beds and has the most varieties in this segment in the entire industry.

20. Reviews

Read customer reviews to gauge the quality of the bed and the manufacturer’s response to any issues raised.

Summary

Choosing the perfect murphy bed for your home requires careful consideration of various factors, including size and space, design style, functionality, material, installation, comfort, portability, weight capacity, storage space, safety features, cost, maintenance, accessibility, noise level, customization options, ease of use, warranty, durability, reputation, and reviews.

FAQs

1. What is a Murphy Bed?

A murphy bed is a bed that folds-up and stores vertically against the wall, providing additional floor space when not in use.

2. How do I choose the perfect Murphy Bed for my home?

Choose a murphy bed that meets your space requirements, fits your design style, provides the functionality you need, is made from durable materials, has professional installation, offers maximum comfort, is safe, fits your budget, and comes with a warranty.

3. Can I install a murphy bed myself?

No, Murphy beds require professional installation for safety reasons.

4. What is the weight capacity of a Murphy Bed?

Murphy beds are built with different weight capacities. Consider the weight capacity before choosing a bed, especially if you plan to have more than one person sleeping on it.

5. Can I customize my Murphy Bed?

Yes, some manufacturers offer customization options, such as material and color selection, to meet your preferences and needs.

6. Is maintenance required for a Murphy Bed?

Yes, maintenance is required to ensure the bed lasts for an extended period. Follow the cleaning routines and other maintenance requirements recommended by the manufacturer.

7. How long do Murphy Beds last?

Murphy beds can last for many years with proper maintenance. Choose a durable bed from a reputable manufacturer with a proven track record in supplying quality beds and excellent customer service.

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How to Make the Most of Your House When Space Is Limited

You might already know that using white paint on the walls can make any room feel larger. However, you'll still have to contend with limited space. While some rooms may feel cozy and inviting, others may simply feel cramped — and a tight kitchen isn't practical for an at-home chef.

Fortunately, freeing up space doesn't require moving to a new house. Consider these eight solutions to transform compact rooms for more excellent livability.

1. Utilize Walls and Doors

Install floating shelves and mount wall cabinets for extra storage and display areas. Homeowners often forget they can utilize walls for their belongings. Likewise, you can hang hooks or caddy organizers on the backs of doors throughout the home.

Utilizing wall space is an effective method of keeping the floor clutter-free. The bathroom, kitchen, laundry room and garage are excellent areas to incorporate vertical organization.

How high are your ceilings? You may have enough room to add shelving above doors for books, extra linens, photo albums, essential files and documents or underutilized cookware.

2. Repurpose Spaces

Between population density and the increasing housing demand, Florida lots are sometimes as small as the homes — meaning you may not have much land to build an addition. Florida's average yard is 11,034 square feet — the sixth smallest in the U.S. 

Rather than an addition, homeowners can solve the lack of space by repurposing rooms to meet their household's needs. For example, a guest bedroom might double as a home office to accommodate a remote worker. You could also install a patio window enclosure for another living room with a pull-out couch for visitors.

Some people convert their garages into home gyms. Just be sure to add vents and insulation to regulate the indoor temperature in the Florida heat. Working out in extreme temperatures could lead to heat exhaustion or heat stroke.

3. Invest in Modular Furniture

You can modify modular furniture to fit a small space. For instance, a modular couch is versatile, allowing you to take the pieces apart and create your own combinations. You can also separate the elements to form two smaller couches or a sofa with an accent chair.

Modular side tables enhance your space for functionality and design. These tables are often average-sized, with a smaller table you can store underneath. During a party, the second table delivers another place to put your drink down.

Coffee tables, bookcases and office desks are other furniture pieces you can buy as modular. For example, create an office with a modular desk in an awkwardly-shaped room. Just be sure to avoid purchasing bulky furniture, which will take up more floor space.

4. Purchase Multi-Purpose Furniture

Although you can move modular furniture around to fit a space better, multi-purpose furniture is equally advantageous. Some bedframes come with drawers underneath — an excellent alternative to a bulky dresser. Likewise, you may be interested in a Murphy bed with a sofa, TV or desk on its closed side.

It would help if you also considered an expandable coffee table you can convert into a dinner table or bench seating you can lift for extra storage.

Transformable ottomans and pull-out sofas are other popular options for multi-purpose furniture — proven especially useful when you have guests. 

5. Optimize Closet and Drawer Space

If your closet and drawers are overflowing with belongings, it may be time for an organizer. A closet organizer compartmentalizes your objects for better storage and easier access. Consider a hanging pocket shoe holder to remove shoes from the closet floor, hanging tie racks or multi-rung pants hangers.

Honeycomb dividers can also create organization and extra space in your dresser, kitchen and bathroom drawers. Vacuum-sealing clothes is another way to free up space and store more belongings for clutter-free living.

6. Use Under-Bed Storage

When you live in a house with limited room, it's essential to utilize every inch of free space available. Stow seasonal clothing, books, albums and other goods in flat plastic containers under your bed. The best part is you can access the bins whenever you need to or swap items out. 

Other ways to utilize free under-bed storage space include:

Under-bed storage boxes with wheels

Flat plastic drawer pins you can pull out like a dresser 

Locked safe for precious items, such as jewelry or family heirlooms

Fabric storage bags with zippers

Space-saving vacuum storage bags

Always approach under-bed storage strategically as you would any other storage project by reserving under-bed space for items you use more often.

7. Declutter

Of course, one of the most effective ways to make the most of a home with limited room is to declutter. According to Opendoor, the average American declutters four times annually, with 49% saying they've run out of room for things during the pandemic.

Some people find decluttering challenging, especially if they are emotionally attached to specific objects. An excellent place to start would be determining whether you have multiples of a given item, keeping only one and donating the rest. The next step is to donate gently worn clothes that no longer fit.

A cluttered home is enough to make anyone anxious. Releasing yourself from unused and unnecessary items is an effective way to boost your mental health. Also, it feels good to give back to someone in need.

8. Create Functional Areas From Dead Space

Smaller homes may come with tiny nooks and niches you're unsure what to do with. While some of these characteristics give your home its charm, other times they're dead space.

Dead space doesn't mean impractical, though. Is there an awkward corner on your kitchen counter? It could make the perfect coffee station. Transform unique alcoves in your home for greater functionality in the following ways:

Place your coffee pot, Keurig machine, tea bag jar and condiments neatly in a corner on the kitchen counter.

Add custom storage with shelves and cabinets under a stairwell.

Create a small workspace separated by a different color or bold wallpaper.

Turn a bay window into a reading nook.

Add a corner bench for more seating around a kitchen table.

Place a sleek console in a long foyer or entryway.

Just because there is dead space doesn't mean you should fill the rooms with extra furniture. Sometimes, leaving areas empty is a good thing. 

Create More Space in a Smaller Home

Creativity and strategizing are all it takes to maximize limited space. These tips can help you create excellent livability in any small room, whether creating more storage or hoping to make the entire house feel larger.