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[woewriting]

turning point (g!p)

pairing: tara carpenter | reader summary: tara calls you to rescue her from a bad date and things take a surprising turn. word count: 3726 warnings: mdni, +18 only! no ghostface au, reader has a dick, friends with benefits (?), clothed sex, language, smut in general. a/n: will you guys believe if i say the date part was inspired by a terrible date my coworker had? because it was and @wesstars is the proof of it!

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When the 7th episode of season 4 of Stranger Things started you felt your phone vibrating somewhere in between the cozy blankets. As you blindly looked for it, eyes focused on the TV in front of your bed, you felt it vibrating once again, but this time more than once. 

Holding the phone in your hands, the name “tara” followed by a small heart emoji showed on the screen with 4 messages attached to it. Pausing the episode, you unlocked the device. 

tara ♥︎ can you come pick me up? please this is the worst date ever 😭

Sewing your eyebrows together, you were quick to reply, asking for her location. 

tara ♥︎ im at the motel near the campus, green valley or something chad is showering and i told him i’d take an uber home because i wasn't feeling well and didn’t want to stay anymore please come fast

Typing a simple “omw”, you grabbed your hoodie, throwing it over the white tank top you usually wore to sleep along with sweat shorts that easily became a second skin.

It was easy to spot the building as a gigantic green neon sign took over most of the illumination of the empty street. You parked in front of it, patiently waiting for your best-friend as you sent a message letting her know you arrived. The place seemed expensive and well cleaned, unlike most cheap motels that took over the right side of the street near the campus of your college, still, it didn't appetize you to walk in.

Soon, the younger Carpenter ran towards you, sighing in relief when she jumped into the car. 

“That bad, huh?” You asked with a laugh, setting the first gear ready to go back home. 

“You have no idea.” Tara whined, turning on the heat, complaining about how cold it was outside in a whisper. “I'll tell you everything when we get home.”

“I'm watching Stranger Things.” The focus on the road in front of you as you took a right turn didn't allow you to see the indignation expression on her face, more dramatic than it was necessary.

“Is Stranger Things more important than me?”

“I’m about to find out what happened at the Hawkins Lab…” You continued, trying to convince her of your cause, but her next words made you look at her with raised eyebrows, a convinced smile of someone who won drawing her lips.

“He has a small dick.”

“I'm all ears, princess.” 

The return home didn’t take more than 10 minutes, especially with empty roads and yellow sign lights. Tara started telling about her date from the second it started, which was 5PM, the exact time she started to get ready. Honestly, none of that was necessary to reach the part that it all went downhill, but you didn’t dare to interrupt, you paid attention to every word Tara was saying as you carefully parked your car in your designated spot.

The second the elevator stopped on your floor, Tara had finished telling you about the dinner part of her date. 

According to her, the food wasn't bad, but the place was crowded and the music playing was so annoying that it became a bit too much for her. It was already hard to pay attention to anything Chad was saying as the others' conversation was caught in the middle, stealing her attention, all she could was nod and smile, like one of the Penguins from Madagascar. 

You laughed at her indignation and the small wrinkle in between her eyebrows, opening the door and giving her space to walk in. Kicking your shoes away, the both of you automatically walked to the door at the end of the small hallway of your apartment, the episode 7 of Stranger Things’ last season still on pause when you sat on the bed being followed by Tara; Jamie Campbell’s beautiful blue eyes on the screen.

“... and after we got to the motel, things were heating up and his hands were on my ass and he kept pushing me against him and…” Tara stopped talking after noticing the disgusted expression on your face as you made yourself comfortable on the bed. The girl sat right by your side. “I will not spare any details.”

“I’m seriously considering automatically deleting every explicit part of it.” You retorted, shifting uncomfortably against the headboard.

Despite the years of friendship you and Tara had, from Junior High all the way to college — where you both were right now, nothing touchy ever happened between the two of you, not even a single, drunk kiss at parties. You two were close, of course, but not this close, and hearing the vulgar words easily slipping out of her mouth was creating a weird feeling inside your chest.

“I don’t care.” The girl rolled her eyes, moving closer to you. “Continuing, Chad is gentle, nice, and it feels good to be with him, but ugh… I couldn’t even feel anything when I was sitting on his lap.” You let out a small laugh, scratching your eyebrow. That wasn’t the first time Tara rambled about a bad date, but this was Chad, a common friend, and someone that the young Carpenter had a genuine interest in. At this point, that interest had disappeared into thin air. “And when he removed his pants, he had this military patch underwear and black socks on and it was a huge turn off.”

“Black socks really do sucks…”

“I know!” The exasperated way she agreed with you made you laugh, her hand resting near your knee. “Can you believe he didn’t want to take them off? He said he has cold feet.” Her face fell against your thigh, a tired sighing leaving her mouth, hot breath hitting your bate skin. “I should’ve ran when he said that.” Tara mumbled.

Your hand naturally rested on her head in a soft petting, “You really should have.”

The brunette moved a little, laying on her side with her cheek still resting on your leg to feel the soothing moves of your fingers on her hair. The new position gave her a small vision of what's beneath the thick fabric of your shorts, the hem of black boxers peeking through. She looked away, crimson color on her cheeks as she continued the events of the night.

“But, it’s Chad, so I decided to ignore that ridiculous sock and continue.” You nodded your head. “He removed that equally annoying underwear and I swear to God! It was smaller than my hand, and my hands aren’t that big! Look.” To prove her point, she held your other hand, measuring it with her own. She intertwined your fingers together after you agreed with her, resting them both on her chest. “But I was like… okay, it’s not big but maybe he can be good with his tongue.”

“Oh, God.” You choke, closing your eyes. “I will never be able to look at him again.”

“Imagine how I feel!” Tara whined. “But then I thought to myself, he’s a terrible kisser; if he doesn’t know how to use his tongue on my mouth, imagine how bad it’ll be when he use it on my pu—”

“Okay! Let’s not use those explicit words, please.” You interrupted her, shifting again. “But damn, is that guy good at anything?”

“He has a nice body… from the waist up.” This time neither of you could hold back the laugh, the delightful sound of her laughing mixed with yours filled the room for a couple minutes, your hand still playing with the soft strands that spread across your leg. “Chad is a nice guy, but… that’s not enough for me, you know? I crave touching, feeling something. And he was so small I would barely feel anything.” Tara cried out, covering her face with her free hand as the other still held yours against her chest.

“I’m not a sexual freak or anything but I agree, at least the kiss has to be good. So that’s when you messaged me?”

“I wish.” It was your turn to sigh loudly. “We kept going and when I asked him to wear protection, you won’t believe it…”

“He didn’t have any?”

“Oh, he did.” She bit her lower lip, hand still covering her eyes as the images played like a broken record behind her closed lids. “After that awkward moment where he put it on, he got soft.”

“Maybe it was too tight or something, that can be an annoying bother.” You tried defending your friend, but the girl denied with her head, pursing her lips together, deciding if she should say it or not, but after all the details she already had shared, this one wouldn’t matter either.

“It was loose. It was the smallest size and it still was big for him.”

“Jesus Christ. I am deleting every photo I have with him. I can’t bear looking him in the eyes after knowing all of that.” Once again, your laugh filled the bedroom, making Tara look at you with narrowed eyes. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Is it me?” You tilted your head to the side in confusion. “Am I the problem?”

“What do you mean?”

“Maybe I’m a terrible kisser and that’s why it didn’t fit.” She explained, looking at you.”Do you think I’m hot?”

“Where did that come from?” 

“The deepest part of my curious brain.” Tara sat back up, resting her hand and yours on her thigh. “Now answer me, am I hot?”

“You are hot, Tara.” You rolled your eyes. “I’m sure the problem wasn’t you. Maybe he was just nervous to be with you, I don’t know.”

“That does make me the problem.” Her eyes never left yours, looking for a small sign of a lie that was never found; after all, you did find Tara hot. “Why did you never kiss me?” 

You let out a deep sigh. “Because we’re friends.”

“You kiss your friends. Amber, Mindy, and I’m sure you tried to kiss my sister once too.”

“Please, don’t bring that to the table.” The pinkish tone that colored your cheeks made the other smile. “And it’s different, they’re just friends, and you’re my best friend.”

Tara moved on the bed, sitting on her calves, still looking at you, and still holding your hand. 

“Kiss me.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Kiss me.”

You let out an awkward, breathy laugh, trying to pull your hand from hers and moving away just a bit, but the brunette was determined, you could see it in the dark brown eyes.

“Stop joking around, Carpenter.” You said one more time, her slender fingers tracing random patterns on your thigh with her free hand, feeling the goosebumps all over your skin, big bambi eyes staring at you. “Tara…”

“Please…” She cried out, the tip of her fingers trespassing the hem of your shorts, only a few centimeters away from your clothed cock. You could already feel it twitching inside your boxers just from those small touches. “I just wanna prove to myself that I can do it and that there’s nothing wrong with me. You, as my best friends, should help me with that.”

“There’s nothing wrong with you, I truthfully believe you can get someone hard.”

“Then why wasn’t he hard?”

“Maybe it was just a bad day or he was nervous, I don’t know.” You repeat what you said earlier, hoping that it was enough for the small girl. It clearly wasn't though.

“But we were having fun! He was sweet, polite, respectful, and paid for dinner and the motel, which was not cheap. It makes no sense!” She whined like a spoiled kid. Tara sat on your thighs, holding your face in her hands. “Lemme touch you. Please.”

“Can’t we just watch Stranger Things and forget about this terrible date?” You asked in hopes she would let that stupid idea go; she obviously didn’t. 

“We can, after we kiss.” Tara fixed herself on top of you, moving up. Your hands instantly grabbed her waist, before she could sit on your hips. “You know I won’t stop.”

“You’re like the donkey from Shrek.” You writhe under her.

“Please…”

“Dear Lord.” Your head fell back, hitting the soft headboard. “Why does it have to be me? And now?”

“Because you’re my best friend.” The girl shrugged. “Plus, you never let me see it.”

“I swear you have the strangest obsession with my dick.”

“I’m just curious about it.” Feeling the loosen on your grip, Tara moved slightly up, sitting right on top of it. “And I can definitely feel it.” The brunette pushed herself down, biting her lower lip. 

“Please, stop moving.” You whined, trying to hold her still, but she was determined, you could see it in her eyes. It wasn’t going to take long before your underwear became a bother. “Tara, I’m warning you.” 

“You sound so hot, you should use that tone with me more often.” Her hands grabbed you by the collar of your shirt, wrinkling it, pulling you closer until her mouth was yours. You didn’t stop her or kissed her back, but your grip on her waist grew stronger. She smiled against your lips, one of her hands sliding down your body, nails scratching your belly under your hoodie, threatening to trespass the waist of your shorts. “Can I touch you?” 

You gulped hard, staring at the brown eyes that looked soft, unlike her hands. “Are you sure you want to do this? There's no point of return.” Tara nodded fast, not giving a second thought to it, playing with the waist of your shorts. “You can touch me.”

When you gave Tara permission to touch you, you thought the girl was going to wrap her hands around your soft shaft, but all she did was kiss you, slowly and enticing, and this time you kissed her back. Your hands on her waist helped her move against your lap, grinding on you at a torturous pace. 

You wanted to turn around, change your positions so you could control whatever it was about to happen, but you allowed her to be in charge; this was all about Tara proving to herself she’s not the problem, right? So you held back the urge.

Tara’s hands moved up again, wrapping around your neck as she got closer, pushing herself down on you, moaning against your parted lips when she felt your dick pressing on her even though you weren’t hard. 

Her kiss trailed down your neck, gently nibbling on the skin there. You threw your head back, moving your hands down her ass, under the skirt of her dress to push her harder against you, increasing her hips’ speed.

“Fuck…” You let out a sharp breath, completely affected by the delicate touches coming from your best-friend, and that only made her more eager to pleasure you. 

“Do you like this?” Tara whispered in your ear, softly biting on your lobule, tracing the cartilage with her teeth. All you could do was nod. She could feel you slowly getting hard against her ass.

Licking your lips, you thrust your hip up in a strong move, making the both of you moan lowly. You could come just with that friction if she continued moaning with her mouth so close to your ear, only for you to hear it.

Tara’s hands trailed down your body once again, but this time she pushed down the elastic of the waistband of your gray shorts, in a silent request for you to remove it. She lifted herself just enough for it to slide down your legs, pooling just before your knees, the black boxer still hugging your thighs tightly. 

She didn’t want to look down, too shy to do so, but when she sat back against your bulge, it was impossible to not look at it. She pursed her lips together, the moan choked in the back of her throat as she felt you pressing hard against her. A wet spot taking form on the dark, thin cloth the more she rolled her hips on you.

It was an agonizing pain to let Tara in control of the situation. You could feel the warmth and wetness dripping for her cunt, you would easily slide in her, if she allowed you to. But you didn’t know how far she wanted to go with you, after all, this was just a test to see if she could get you hard, and she definitely could as she felt you twitching against her in desperate need to release. 

This could've stopped here and now, you were hard after all, but in a bold move, her hand slipped into your underwear, her hand holding your dick in a hard squeeze that almost made you scream against her mouth. Pulling your length out, Tara wrapped her hand around your shaft, moving it up and down in a provocative way, smiling against your parted lips. Her eyes were dark, staring at you with luxury dripping from the brownish just like she was dripping on your thighs. You could feel the hot, thick liquid oozing on your skin as she rubbed herself on you.

“Fuck, Tara.” You breathed out again, broken, lewdly. 

The brunette dipped her hand in her own underwear, eyes threatening to close as she rounded her swollen clit with two fingers, but she kept them open with a wicked expression on her face. Tara pulled her dress up, giving you the privileged view of her ruined underwear, the white fabric completely transparent. You couldn’t help yourself as your finger traced the wet stain, Tara’s mouth hanging open at the agonizing slow touch.

“Stop.” She asked in a trembled voice, shakingly holding your hand with flushed cheeks. “I don’t wanna cum like this.”

“And how do you wanna cum?” 

Letting go of your hand, she watched with focused eyes as you took two of your fingers in your mouth, sucking at the slick that coated them with a satisfied hum. Tara seriously considered saying she wanted to ride your face and fall apart on your lips, but she just, messily, removed her underwear. A thin line of arousal followed the cloth as she tossed it somewhere in your bedroom, your mouth watering at that.

Tara pulled your boxer slightly down just enough for your member to be released, proudly hitting your lower belly, before placing herself on top of your cock, the blood flowing in your veins reverberating against her clit, making both of you choke on your breath. She fitted your length in between her slick folds, almost crying at the warm feeling. 

She started grinding on you, shaking at every small move. 

“This feels so fucking good.” 

Throwing her head back, Tara supported her weight on her arms, gaining a fast pace. Your hands held the skirt of her dress up, giving you the perfect view of her shining cunt, smearing herself all over your cock. You could feel that tight knot on your stomach at that.

Moving one of your hands up and taking the dress with it, you crossed a barrier when you exposed her perfect tits, holding the stiff nipple with your thumb and index finger in a hurtful squeeze, earning yourself a crying moan that only made you throb against her center, while the other hand bruised the skin of her ass. You could see the red marks of your fingers all over her waist. 

Pulling her torso towards you, your lips wrapped around her other nipple, trembling your tongue on the hardened nub, making Tara’s hands pull on your hair, keeping you close to her chest. Her hips started to lose speed, squirming in your arms as she neared her release; you weren’t going to last much, not when she started whispering your name over and over, shakingly violently in your arms. You came right after her, shooting thick ropes of cum directly into your hoodie. 

Your arms were fast to hold her against you, keeping her body close as you came down from your high together. Tara's head fell on your shoulder, her hot breath tickling the skin of your neck, you could feel her smile. 

“You okay?” Being the first one to break the silence, you asked in a soft voice, running your hands up and down her back, feeling her heart beating like crazy; yours weren't different, smashing itself against your ribcage.

“I'm great.” She mumbled out, weak and out of breath. “Are you okay?” 

Feeling the nod of your head, she pulled away from her hiding spot. When you met her eyes, a pinkish color was filling the skin around her cheekbones, coloring the freckles that spread across her face, and unlike you were wondering inside your head, things didn't look awkward after that; Tara still had that familiar, warm look in her eyes when she leaned in to place a chaste kiss on the corner of your lips. 

“Are you proud of yourself?” 

“For making you cum without barely touching you?” Tara laughed in a proud voice, avoiding looking down as she felt your length still comfortably placed in between her slick folds.

Your hands were firm on her waist when you lifted her hips, guiding the tip of your cock against her sensitive bundle of nerves before slowly sliding in her cunt at the same time she fell back on your thighs, trying to catch her breath at the sudden invasion. A small smile on her face at the feeling of being full, her velvety walls clenching hard around your shaft, still recovering from her orgasm. 

“For the fact that I'm still pretty hard.” Pressing kisses over her jawline, you thrusted up, a surprised moan escaping her throat. “Can you feel it? How hard I am? How good I'm filling you?” 

“Yes…” She choked out, wrinkling your hoodie in her fingers, trying to find support on your shoulders when your hands forced her up, your member coated in a thin layer of her arousal before sliding her back down. “I'm very proud of myself.” The breathy confession made you smile against her neck, softly biting on her jugular before your movements gained a steady rhythm, mixing with the wet sounds and the melody tone of her voice calling out your name for every neighbor to hear.

[bird-slayer-brainrot]

Who? - Ineffable Husband watch Doctor Who - crack, fluff

"Mr Bond, you're truly a hero." the blond, bespectacled women said to him. It had been quite a victory, that much was true. The girl clutched Bond's arm, blushing up at him. "Mr Bond, it was ever so brave of scramoush scaramoush will you do the fandango.......

"Crowley, is that you?"

Crowley groaned. Blinking into awareness, Crowley pressed the phone to his ear. He really should change his ringtone. Leave your phone in the Bentley once and it thinks it has the right. "Yes, yes, hello Aziraphale."

"Oh dear," the angel paused for a moment, and Crowley pulled himself out of his covers and sat up. "Were you asleep? I'm so sorry for interrupting you. I'll let you get back to it."

"No, no." Crowley cleared his throat. The angel, to his credit, sounded genuinely distressed by the prospect of accidentally waking Crowley from his sleep. Crowley grimaced. "I was just getting up. What's the matter?"

Aziraphale was silent for a moment. The static buzzing of a tea kettle, knowing him, transferring through his end was all that could be heard.

"I'm afraid it's rather silly." That got Crowley's attention. He performed a quick miracle and he was dressed. Black sweater, black sweatpants (even demon's had lazy days, and he planned on gardening) and combat boots (to make up for the sweatpants). Aziraphale made a noise over the phone. "It's really not important. There was just something I wanted to show you, if... if you're not busy."

Crowley, of course, had nothing on. But Aziraphale wanted to see him so he was obviously free. Even if he had something on, he'd try and get... okay, no, that line of inquiry is well worn. He just wanted to see Aziraphale. He was bored yada yada.

"I'll be there." Crowley said into the microphone.

"Oh, good." Aziraphale's sigh transmitted through, and Crowley really had no clue then what it was Aziraphale wanted to see him for, and the angel wasn't telling him. "I'll see you soon. Safe driving."

"Never," Crowley responded, as usual. Aziraphale hung up the phone and Crowley sprung up and grabbed his keys.

Aziraphale was pacing.

Perhaps he shouldn't have called Crowley. It was ridiculous, this whole thing. But he couldn't, in good conscious, not tell the demon. It would be simply unfair not to. And Aziraphale was an angel, so he should be the one to tell him.

The bell at the door chimed. Crowley stepped inside, miracling his clothing dry. Aziraphale breathed a sigh of relief.

"Crowley," he approached his friend, smiling as the demon propped himself a bookshelf. "You look cozy. How was the drive?"

The demon tilted his head and put a hand on his hip. "Uhh, fine." he finally spoke. That was good. That was very good. "So do you mind telling me what's going on?"

"Ah, yes." Aziraphale shifted, adjusting his cardigan, "Well, I stumbled across something that might be rather interesting to you. On..." Aziraphale paused, but Crowley, who knew Aziraphale's mannerisms as well as his own, waited. "the television."

Crowley smiled.

"Aziraphale..."

"Crowley."

And the demon laughed as Aziraphale led him upstairs.

It was unexpected.

They were in the small sitting room in the flat at the top of Aziraphale's bookshop. Crowley had only been up here on occasion. The room was like the rest of the space. There was a small, brown couch with a blanket and several homemade cushions; an antique coffee table covered with books, a newspaper, two tea cups and a half finished plate of biscuits; and a slim and small TV on the bureau. The curtains were drawn.

"This is cozy." Crowley said as Aziraphale sat on the couch and reached for the remote. Crowley took that as invitation to join him. And waited.

The theme of Doctor Who began to play, and at this, Crowley looked over at the angel. Aziraphale was watching the screen, adjusting his cardigan again. Several names flashed across the screen, then, the title, The Christmas Invasion.

The episode started to play. Ten minutes in, Aziraphale paused it, and slowly turned his head to face Crowley. Crowley was already looking at Aziraphale.

"That." was all Crowley said.

"I know." Aziraphale flinched. "I was just as surprised as you."

"David Tennant?"

Aziraphale shifted. "I was meaning to catch up on the series, before it got too far away from me." he tried to explain. "And, well, there's this." he gestured towards the screen, where a still image of David Tennant's sleeping face. The resemblance to the demon at his right was uncanny.

"And you thought this was my doing?"

"Well," Aziraphale shrugged. "I didn't know what to think, but you seem just as surprised by this information."

Crowley leaned back into the couch, pondering this for a moment. Then he shrugged, and got up.

"Wait, where are you going? You can't hurt him!"

Crowley spun around on his feet. The expression on his face was incredulous.

"Aziraphale." he said in a measured tone. "That is a human man. You want to watch Doctor Who, and so do I. I'm grabbing wine." then he turned away again, and walked out of the room.

Several hours later...

Aziraphale turned the TV off. They stared at the black screen.

"That was..."

A noise broke through the silence. Aziraphale turned his head, and Crowley turned his away.

"Crowley." he said gently. "Are you... crying?"

Crowley sneered at this and turned back to face Aziraphale. His face was dry, miraculously, and Aziraphale felt a wave of tenderness wash through him.

"Well," Aziraphale's hand itched to reach out and comfort the demon. On the screen, the Doctor walked away from the wall dividing him and Rose. Well, the wall that was actually a gap in the void. The theme swelled, and Aziraphale's heart clenched. He paused the episode.

"Next one?" Crowley said gently, and Aziraphale obliged.

Later, Crowley would deny ever crying at that episode. It was not brought up again.

[elbiotipo]

The Soviets really had a really interesting emphasis on human comfort in the case of space exploration. Galina Balashova, who designed the interior of the Soyuz capsule as well as others, provided herself watercolor paintings for the spaceships:

And in the plans for the DLB Soviet Lunar base, it was considered very important that the cosmonauts had a "false window" (some sort of TV?) to show Moscow which would change with the seasons, and a bicycle for them to exercise and ride around. This would be very innovative in our current times, imagine a VR videogame for astronauts so they can destress and see the landscapes of Earth!

I won't say that NASA or others didn't have these kinds of ideas, because they had plenty too, but there's something that always makes me feel fuzzy about these little details... and there are more like picking the colors to be soothing, the design of the control panels to be easy to manage, the tools used were supposed to be practical and mass produced. I think it was because the scientists of the Soviet space program did have the idea that permanent human presence in space was at their grasp, and they knew if people would live in space, they didn't only need to get there with practical stuff (the classic 'every gram counts' on astronautics), but also LIVE there comfortably.

There is just something very nice about an architect painting watercolors for a ship that would eventually burn down in orbit in return, but they might made the cosmonaut's stay more cozy.

[buckys-little-belle]

Mafia Au (Part Two)

Settling in

Mafia!Stucky x Little!Reader (They/Them pronouns used)

Warnings - Sad reader, Rumlow is still mentioned, this won't make sense if you don't read the previous chapter, reader changes into their pajamas and the boys help them, reader is afraid of the dark? Me too!

Notes - This is ... This is a shortish fic, but at the same time I really needed some good fluff from the boys, so hehehehe, please enjoy. also half and half a filler fic, half a real fic, it’s just very domestic and not totally going to be sooo important to the story line, it’s just, it’s a fun read i guess.

SFW - Please keep all interactions with this post, and this blog, SFW.

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Steve and Bucky's so called 'home' was huge, the outside grand, and bright, even at night, the driveway lit up, the front door in the center seemingly glowing. "We're home Dove." Steve said as he turned in his seat to look back at them, their face between awe and shock, the home look so much more inviting than any house they had ever seen, and looked in much better shape than anywhere they had stayed before. "Dove?" Steve called again.

"I's huge." They said, their eyes never leaving the ivory walls and warm wood fixtures. "Like really huge." Dove now looked at the two men in the front seat, anticipation written on their features.

"A lot of the house if office space." Bucky explained. "The area we call home is pretty cozy." He had a smirk on his face, enjoying the way Dove nodded their head as if they truly understood his words.

"Do you want to go inside?" Steve asked smirking as well, excited to show someone their home, someone who would also call it home.

"Mhm." Dove nodded, trying to unbuckle their seatbelt as the two men got out of the vehicle, their door opening up as large hands came to undo the hard to understand buckle that locked them in. "Thanks." They mumbled, worried that their lack of independence would hinder their value, just like it did with their brother. 2

"What's wrong Dove?" Bucky asked as he helped them out of the vehicle, a small frown etched on their face.

"'m jus' scared." They sighed, Steve and Bucky both waiting for them to continue. "I know you are both nice, I jus', I don' want to be bad." Their past fear of no Tv, or necessities being taken away kept creeping in, gnawing at the comfort they felt around their two new caregivers.

Steve held in a sigh of anger, wanting to make Brock pay for the way Y/n felt, make him know the pain his Dove has to endure even when he's long gone. Steve calms, his deep breath easing the pang of guilt in his chest as he sees a tear fall down Y/n's cheek, quickly scooping it up with his index finger as he grabs their hand. "Everyone makes mistakes, everyone does things they don't mean, that doesn't make them bad Dove." He holds back his own tears, not realizing that they would have to help Dove in more ways than just unbuckling their seatbelt, Bucky and Steve would have to show them that they deserve to take up space, that they deserve help and love. "Me and Buck are both going to mess up too, but that doesn't make us bad caregivers, it just means we are learning, just like you."

"This is a big step for all of us Dove, but we're willing to take it if you are." Bucky adds on.

"I wan'to." They nod, their eyes still watering, fear still there, but a sense of relief washing over them at the same time.

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As the three of them walked inside Y/n was shocked, the house looked lived in, and warm, not what they expected. The walls a soft white, furniture in greens, blues, and warm wood tones, comforting paintings lining would be bare walls, the Livingroom sunken in with a large sectional, clearly perfect for movie nights. The kitchen could be seen from the doorway, the dining room too, everything open and airy, the house almost hugging you when you entered.

"What do you think?" Steve asked, still holding their hand, giving it a small shake.

"I think 'm thirsty, jus' a little." Y/n honestly said, still staring at the comfy couch, noticing a circle bed like chair near it, draped in soft blankets, already making a mental note to have a nap their at least once.

Steve and Bucky chuckled, leading them to the kitchen, an archway and small breakfast nook surrounded by windows now seen, the kitchen cupboards a soft green, matching the trees Y/n could see from out the windows, a smile creeping up on their cheeks.

"We didn't know what your favorite colour is." Bucky began, opening a large drawer filled with plastic dishes of all colours. "Do you want to pick a cup?" He asked, a bunch of printed water bottles on display, dinosaurs, space, unicorns, princesses, frogs, snowflakes, too many to choose from.

"I don' know." They mumbled, looking into the drawer worriedly, what if they chose the wrong one. "I can pick whatever I wan'?"

Steve nodded, watching Y/n reach for a plain one, the green one. "You want that one?" Steve asked, shocked at the lack of print in their choice.

"Mhm, maybe later I can put som' stickers on it." They said, looking at the water bottle with hope, thinking that maybe even if they don't want them to stay, they can at least keep the water bottle.

"I think we bought you some stickers already." Steve said, looking to Bucky for confirmation. "Why don't we go find them and you can start decorating okay?" He asked, offering up his hand to be held again as Bucky took the water bottle and began filling it up.

Steve led Dove down a hallway, opening a door with wooden letter of Dove's first initial, a pang in their chest of belonging suddenly making their eyes once again swell with tears, they had made this room for them, and whatever was behind the door was for them by people who cared about them before they had ever met.

Dove turned quickly and wrapped their arms around Steve's waist, his hands laid on their back in shock. "What's wrong?" Bucky asked, seeing the tears in Y/n's eyes.

"I's for me." They pointed at the sign on the door, their arms leaving Steve's body as they fell to their side.

Bucky was speechless, he made sure to put a letter on the door so that Y/n wouldn't get lost trying to find their room, wouldn't get frustrated opening a bunch of doors just to find their bed. "Of course Dove." Bucky chuckled. "We wanted you to know where your room was." He opened the door, showing Dove their room, a sob leaving their mouth as they looked inside.

The walls were a soft green, a couple blue painted arches on the walls defining where a few bookcases were, filled to the brim with books, the arches defining the toy shelfs, a few stuffies on them, but eft blank to fill on their own, the warm wood floors covered in soft white and cream rugs, a few ground pillows to sit on littering the area, and finally a wall opening leading to the coziest bed spot, the bed frame a soft wood, the frame a platform type, no space for under the bed monsters. The bed was covered in blankets and pillows, see-through fabric hanging from the celling, a fancy and modern like canopy bed, a small lamp on top of the headboard, and most importantly their stuffies from home sat against soft pillows.

Y/n jumped into the bed, pushing their nose to their stuffed animals, feeling a sense of comfort knowing some things were still the same. "We had Sam pick some things up from your apartment." Bucky said, opening a bag he got from who knows where, pulling out a pair of pajamas that Y/n already owned, butterflies covering the soft purple fabric. "But tomorrow we are going to go shopping, buy you some more things, like a winter coat." His heart crumpled saying that.

Sam had reported back saying the apartment was almost empty, a few stuffies and a few outfits the only thing making the place look lived in, the clothing hardly considered enough to live off of, two pairs of pajamas, a few sweaters, some pants, and a hanger that clearly held the one nice outfit they were wearing now. No coat, or mits, hat, boots, swimsuit, running shoes, anything other than the bare necessities were found. And knowing how much money Rumlow had, how many outfits, cars, houses he owned, made Y/n's lack of things seem so much more deliberate than anyone could even imagine.

"I don' need more things." Y/n mumbled, sitting up in their new bed, rubbing their hands against their eyes, sleep clearly trying to take over.

"Dove." Steve chuckled. "You're our little now, and we intend on spoiling you."

Bucky placed the pajamas on the bed, getting ready to walk out for the night when Y/n sighed. "I don' wanna put dem on, too sleepy." They just laid back down, hugging their stuffy close as they kicked the blankets around to their liking. "Can you do it?" They asked their eyes still closed. "Sorry." They sat up, Bucky and Steve expecting them to take their question back, clearly a slip up in their will to do everything themself. "Can you help me, please?" They asked, their head bowed, ready for rejection.

"Of course Dove." Bucky said, elbowing Steve, making him pick up the pajamas and get ready to help. "Can you stand up?" He said, still in shock that they were already accepting the fact that the two men were genuinely there to help, not leave them alone and confused to do things on their own like they once were.

Dove stood up, unbuttoning their pants and kicking them off, Steve held open the pajama pants, allowing Y/n to step into them, Bucky keeping them balanced as they did so. Y/n began to struggle with their shirt, an exhausted sigh leaving their lips as they got stuck, hands held above their head, Bucky laughing as he helped pull it off all the way, Steve quickly slipping the pajama shirt on and making sure the sleeves weren't twisted, something he hated.

Bucky and Steve got Dove situated in bed, tucked tightly under the covers, their stuffies underneath with them, showing them where their bathroom was if they needed it, letting them know too that they would keep their door open if they needed anything, then a forehead kiss each and they were off, out the door and down the hall to their own room, getting in their own pajamas and getting ready to end the day.

"I can't stop thinking about all of the times they just slept in their regular clothing because no one was there to help." Bucky scoffed, walking to the bathroom to brush his teeth.

"Buck I just got that picture out of my mind." Steve argued, picking up his book off his night table to read before bed.

"I just can't believe they let us help." Bucky changed the conversation slightly.

"It's got to be a good sign, that they are letting us help already, trust us enough to take care of them." Steve answered, putting his glasses on as he cracked open his book, 'a guide to becoming a caregiver', the eighth caregiver/age regression book he's found and immediately read in the past three months as they prepared for Y/n to come and live with them. "But their behavior might change later on." Steve spoke, reciting things he had read in his books, trying to navigate the situation at hand. "They are stressed, tired, in a new place, very overwhelmed, this could just be a one time thing." He continued, growing sad at his own words, wanting to fight himself for even thinking that way.

"Really?" Bucky laughs. "I'm usually the one that makes everything sad and yet here you are." He pauses. "Acting as if Dove is going to wake up and not trust us."

"They might." Steve admitted, guilt written all over his features.

"Sirs?" A small voice was heard from the hallway, the crack in the door allowing Dove's shadow to be seen, it creaking open slightly.

"Everything okay Dove?" Bucky asked, disregarding his and Steve's conversation, happy for the distraction. "What's wrong?" He asked again, Dove's shy face not revealing any clues as to why they seemed to need something.

"I's jus' a little." They held their fingers up to show how little. "Li'l dark, in m'room." They said, worry on their face, unsure if they were allowed to bring things like this up, or if they should just leave it.

Steve smiled sweetly, putting his book down and walking towards the door. "I think there's a nightlight in your room, why don't we go find it?" He asked, smiling down at Dove, turning the hallway light on so they could see.

"You too?" Dove asked, looking at Bucky, wondering if he would follow.

"I can come too, sure." He smiled, following behind alongside Steve as Y/n lead the way back to their room, something Bucky felt he could get used to.

The three of them entered the room, Steve turning the overhead light on as Bucky began looking in a few spots for a nightlight. "Oh here!" He said, showing the sweet cloud nightlight off to Y/n, who's face lit up at the sight of it.

Steve grabbed it and plugged it in next to the bed, giving it a few taps to ensure it would stay put, smiling as he stood back, Y/n kneeling in front of it in awe. "I'm gon'name him fluff ball!" They cheered, touching the plastic as if it were actually a fluffy cloud.

"That's a perfect name Dove." Bucky cooed, ushering them back into bed, pulling the covers up to their chin, and tucking them in nice and tight, once again the two of them kissing their forehead.

"Can you stay too?" Dove asked, teary eyed as they watched the two men leave a little too quickly.

They both looked at each other and nodded, Steve grabbing a couple floor pillows and placing them next to the bed. "This good?" He asked, his back leaned against the bed as Y/n watched him and Bucky.

"Yes, thanks." They closed their eyes, happy in their burrito position.

"I told you." Bucky smiled, Steve shaking his head in disapproval, more aware that maybe tomorrow Dove wouldn't be so willing to ask for help, no one could know, and he didn't want to get his hopes up.

Eventually soft mumbles could be heard, Dove making some noise while they sleep, and a few deep snores could be heard here and there, those coming from the two sleeping super soldiers, mafia men, powerful business people, owners of the city, who had fallen asleep on the floor, at the side of their little's bed.

[heroesfan101]

To Light a Fire

For @love-and-lore's winter event! The theme of this collab is "hearth". A hearth is traditionally associated with home, and often used to symbolize family, fertility, love and warmth. As soon as I read it, I knew I had to do something for my current obsession. Mostly fluffy but is a little suggestive at times.

Word Count: 1.3k

Ship: Takigawa Chris Yuu x Me

Laughter fills what was a quiet home as Chris and I walk through the door. The evening had been nothing short of entertaining, having joined Chris and his juniors for their annual Christmas Eve party at Miyuki’s.

We laughed as we recapped some of the best memories of the night. From how well Miyuki can cook to Sawamura almost getting run out of Miyuki’s kitchen to Kuramochi’s willingness to be “security” and fight Sawamura at any moment.

“I have to say you have some pretty interesting juniors. Were they always like this?” I ask with a giggle. Chris laughs, slipping off his coat and shoes, “Some things never change.”

As I go to take off my boots, Chris’s sturdy frame stands to the side of my body to keep me steady despite my best efforts to balance on one foot. I give him a gentle smile as thanks before we move from the foyer to the living room to sit on the sofa, soft jazz music filling the space as our entrance music.

The atmosphere is light and cozy, picture frames of us and our important moments on the walls. In front of us is a tv above a fireplace with our Christmas tree to the right. I snuggle up to him and he puts his arm around me, simply enjoying each other’s company.

“Maybe we could host next year and give poor Miyuki a break. We do have the space after all now that we have a house.” I suggest absentmindedly, nearly purring at Chris’s thumb gently rubbing my arm.

He laughs, “Knowing Miyuki, he wouldn’t say it out loud but I do think he enjoys hosting. It’s just like old times you know? But I will ask him, my love.” I lean in and kiss his cheek softly before resting my head on his shoulder, enjoying his warmth when he perks up.

“Oh, I almost forgot.” He says before tapping my arm, signaling me to move.

“What did you forget? Why are you leaving me? I was cozy.” I playfully groan, causing him to roll his eyes in return. He glides across the room and leans down to plug in the tree lights. Suddenly, the room is all aglow and my eyes light up. With the evening curtains of the sky drawn, the lights seemed even brighter than before. It easily illuminated the soft brown eyes of my love and it felt so special.

“I hope that my reason is acceptable in your sight.” Chris jokes and I laugh, “I’ll allow it, just this once.” He settles back into the sofa and I take back my spot, pressed into his side.

“We did a really good job on this tree. I’m proud of us even thought I had to climb on you to put the star up there.” I giggle at the memory of Chris hoisting me up by my waist as I lean over his face.

“I mean I didn’t mind the view.” He adds coyly with a grin and my mouth drops open in fake shock.

“Oh really now? Is this truly who you are Chris? What would your juniors say if they could see you now?” I gently smack his shoulder and tease him.

But like always, he’s quick with his comeback, “Well Sawamura did say we would make good parents.” I laugh as I quickly recall how Sawamura was filled with spirit saying how happy he was for us and he couldn’t wait to be an uncle so he could repay his Chris-senpai. He, of course, plans to be the best uncle, which of course caused yet another fight.

“He did say that.” I giggle. Without missing a beat, Chris says, “And I’m inclined to agree with him.”

I stopped laughing and look at him, almost in disbelief. Chris had a small smile on his lips but in his eyes, I could see he was serious. The room blurred around me and the only thing I could focus on was him. Suddenly, thoughts flashed before my eyes of children running around the house and celebrating holidays in our home as a family. It could be a reality.

A gentle calling of my name brings back the finer details of the room. My eyes meet his as he offers me a soft apology for his sudden declaration. I shake my head and take his hand.

“No, I think we would be great parents.” I agree with him, eyes a little teary with excitement. Refusing to let the tears fall, I rest my head on his shoulder and feel a soft kiss pressed to the top of my head.

“How many kids would you want?” I ask and he replies quickly, “As many as you would be willing to give us. I was thinking two maybe three?”

“Me too. There would never be a dull moment.” I say with a soft sigh, before looking at the mantle of our fireplace where our stockings were hung up. My heart pounds as I look at it with fresh eyes, noticing there was more space for at least another two stockings.

“You know, since we’re talking about things we want, would you mind starting a fire? I think it would be very romantic and festive, don’t you?” My voice drops a little as I make my request. Chris easily catches the change in tone and the gleam in my eyes and grins, “I have a feeling it’s more than that, am I right sweetheart?” I sigh dramatically as he teases me, but I easily give in to him.

“I’ve always wanted to make love near a fireplace.” I answer wistfully. His grin solidifies, “Now that can be arranged, but none of our gifts are under the tree yet so you’ll have to bring your gifts first.”

“What? Why do I have to go first?” I ask, clearly caught off guard but Chris sees through me as he laughs, “Because you will peak at the gifts if I go first, just like last time.”

“I did not! I was looking for my ribbon and it rolled near the bag!” I claim as he nods along to my likely story. “Of course, sweetheart, of course. My offer still stands.”

“Fine but no peaking!” I claim in defeat. He laughs and goes in the guest room while I make a few trips back and forth through the hall, positioning the gifts under the tree.

After a bit of time, I tell him I’m done before grabbing a few things and heading to the bathroom. Not long after, I smell the smoke of a beginning fire. Opening the door, the sounds of light crackles fill the air. The warmth surrounds my body, made easy by my mid-thigh silk robe.

Chris calls for me gently and I walk into our living room to see the fire going and lights dimmed low. The tree was shining brightly but the main attraction was the smile on Chris’s face. Sitting on some soft blankets, he reached out his hand to me as I came to sit next to him taking in the scenery.

“The tree looks beautiful; we did a good job.” I whisper in awe.

“Yes, perfect for our first Christmas in this house.” He agrees, while wrapping his right around me. My left hand grabs his own, rings clinking as they twinkle with the fire’s light. The depth of his voice sends shivers up my spine as he asks, “Are you comfortable, my love? I think it might be a little too warm for your robe.”

“I think you’re right, Chris. Why don’t you do the honors?” I whisper in his ear, before kissing him softly. Our lips conveying the excitement and anticipation for a holiday made for love. Losing ourselves in the kiss, it’s only a matter of time before the sash around my waist is loosened and we continue into the night with love and each other.

[lifblogs]

People who don’t accommodate their cat’s needs confuse me so much. Yes, there are toys everywhere; it’s called “we had playtime.” Of course there are paper bags and boxes. They need enrichment. Of course I’m going to make cozy spots for my cat to feel safe and happy in when changes to my life made him upset. Yeah, I’m serious, we can’t watch TV when my cat is downstairs because it scares him, and this is his space too.

If your home isn’t fun and safe and comfortable and inviting for your cat, then what are you doing owning a cat? Their needs are important, and their toys and enrichment are not clutter.

[pixielush777]

My Top 10 Cottagecore/Fairycore Bedroom Decorations

Hey, Pixies!

What typically draws your eyes first when you enter a room? Could it be a set of hanging crystals that illuminate the space with rainbows? Could it be the shelves of dusty books that have taken their readers on memorable adventures to escape reality for even a short amount of time? Well, whatever it could be that draws your eyes first, for me, it's about the feel of the room. The vibe. We want our bedrooms to feel cozy and welcoming and somewhere we can spend our time relaxing. A personal haven.

Without further ado, here's a list of my top 10 cottagecore/fairycore bedroom decorations that I hope you will adore and that will help you create your dreamiest bedroom or whatever space you decide to use them in! All affiliate links are to Amazon for easy breezy shopping because who wants to visit a bunch of random sites to find what you're looking for?

xo Pixielush

1. Olive Green Duvet Cover Set

Sure, you might look at this Duvet Cover and think 'What's cottagecore about that?' Well, when setting up a theme of a room, I like to start off with a nice, clean base to work off of. A floral or patterned throw blanket and some cute pillows are a game-changer when you want to dress up your bed. The thing is, if you already have a busy duvet cover, then it's likely going to be a little harder to dress it up without it feeling too overwhelming. If you don't love green, then it comes in other colors as well!

Plus, this color is just my favorite, so I couldn't not include it!

2 & 3. Moss-like Body Pillow Cover & Mushroom Throw Pillows (1, 2, 3)

Okay, yes, this may be the second green thing in a row on my list, but that doesn't make it any less important! Like I said, let's set that base to work off of! Do you like snuggling up to a body pillow? Even if you don't they are perfect for leaning back on when you're watching tv, browsing Tumblr on your laptop, reading one of those fantasy books to escape reality, whatever it is you do it's far more comfortable when you have something to lean back on!

This body pillow cover looks just like a mossy field and is the perfect base for some mushroom throw pillows to sit in front of. I mean, come on, I can't have a cottagecore list without including something with mushrooms, could I?

Here's a few options whether you're going for one literally mushroom-shaped, a simple but beautifully done one with cute little mushrooms and other flowers on it, or even one that's a little darker and foresty. I mean, this last one has ferns, and paired with moss that's just screaming 'My bed is a forest floor'. Might even look more dreamy than that meadow scene from the first Twilight movie. Just a thought.

4. Vintage-looking Crochet Throw Blanket

Wrap yourself up or throw this vintage-looking crochet blanket over the foot of your bed and it instantly ups the cozy vibes. It reminds me of one I would find at my grandma's house, one that was handed down to her or one she made as a young woman that will one day be handed down to me. The thought just makes me feel warm and fuzzy.

5. Fairy Lights and Vine Set

Hang these twinkle lights above your bed, your reading nook, or behind your PC setup for the perfect cozy lighting! Take a walk and find a sturdy branch to hang them from for extra flare! The best part is that the vines are included, so you don't need to buy them separately to create this look.

6. Floral Laundry Basket

It can be hard to find a laundry basket that actually works for you AND that's cute. This one would perfectly fit into your room's aesthetic and be completely functional at the same! Keep in mind it's on the smaller side so it works better for people who do laundry often. Which, is actually not me at all. I use it as a dry trash bin!

7. Amethyst Moon Sun Catcher

This dreamy suncatcher brightens your space throughout the day! Sure, for a few hours here and there you'll only get a glisten or a rainbow there, but place it perfectly in your window and whenever the sun hits it your room will look so magical that you might want to buy a second one for another room.

8. Vintage-looking Gold Mirror

This arched mirror would fit perfectly over a dresser or vanity! Its vintage feel would add to the cozy cottagecore style you're going for and on top of that, it even has a little ledge for your trinkets!

9. Stained Glass Lamps (1, 2)

I mean, are you kidding me?? How cute are these? Honestly, I don't think any further explanation is needed.

10. Vintage Looking Area Rug

Last, but not least, this worn area rug would pull the room together and makes the room feel just like an old country cottage. This one has an antislip bottom so you won't have to worry about it sliding around on non-carpeted floors if you don't plan on putting it under your bed or other furniture.

That's all Pixies! I hope you all have a wonderful day ♥

[cinematicnomad]

am sad tonight :(

i'm sorry anon 😔 i think being sad on a friday night is especially bad bc a lot of people have these expectations of societal norms that friday is always gonna be ~*so much fun*~ and so when you're inside and sad and alone and feeling like you're missing out on this nebulous other thing, it hits that much harder.

when i'm sad on friday nights like that, i get in my comfiest pajamas, light a bunch of candles around my apartment, get under the blankets in bed, and find a comfort movie or tv show or book or fic to focus my attention on for a few hours. it doesn't really fix anything, but it takes my mind off what i'm sad about and lets me feel cozy for a bit and lets me be in my own space without feeling like i owe anyone else an explanation for why i'm feeling down

i hope whatever has you feeling sad tonight passes swiftly and that you experience joy again soon and that you remember that you are important and you matter and that you deserve to be happy and that i'm rooting for you <3

✨sleepover friday✨

[idolatrybarbie]

pairing: @wannab-urs x fem!reader

rating & word count: explicit | 1.1k

tags: friends to lovers, canon divergent(?), crackfic taken seriously, RPF duh, smut - thigh riding, coming untouched, dom!gin (this is where the canon divergence comes in), this feels weird to type up but here we are. unedited, we die for the bit.

notes: i uhhhh. hm. well, gin and i have talked about this once or twice before and i am not one to fall short on a bit (was so committed to the bit of being "straight" that i retconned being a lesbian and for a year i screwed men so this is uh...easier than that.) above is gin's express permission. don't like don't read etc. merry early christmas.

You set your bags down at the door, taking in the grand front entryway.  Snowflakes continue to fall outside, lofty banks of packing snow arranged in small mountains around the concrete driveway. Gin makes her way up the steps to her own home, a scarf pulled tight around her throat. The two hour drive from Nashville was quiet aside from the low hum of the radio. The flight wiped you out, that long layover in Chicago an endlessly loud nightmare.

When she makes it through the doorway, you say, “The place is beautiful.”

“Thanks,” she smiles. Shutting the door on the cold, Gin toes off her boots. You mirror her, leaving them on the boot tray in the front hall.

She helps you carry your bag and purse up the stairs. You follow down the hall and to the left. The guest room is cozy, if a bit lifeless. No one’s been here for a few months, and otherwise you figure it doesn’t get much use. The first thing you do is move towards the window, pulling the curtains apart to open the window a crack.

When you look back, Gin is leaning in the doorjamb watching you.

“What?” you ask. “Worried about the heat?”

“Nah,” she shakes her head. “Not worried about that.”

You scrunch your brow in confusion, but she’s too busy moving down the hall again to take notice.

Downstairs in the living room, you and Gin sit with the dogs. They curl around her like snakes to a charmer, some milling about calmly or settling in by her feet.

“I still can’t believe you have seven of ‘em,” you say.

“Me neither,” Gin sighs. She shakes her head, petting one gently. “I love them though. So that makes up for it.”

“You love a lot,” you say.

“I’ve got a lot to give.”

You can’t imagine caring about anything that much—nevermind so many things. Pets. People. Most of the time, it’s hard enough for you to muster up a little care for yourself. You have to keep your eyes on the prize, your head in the game. Follow the bouncing ball. Relationships don’t quite fit into that equation. Friendships do, here and there. That’s why this trip is so important. Why Gin is so important to you.

Dinner is phone-ordered pizza, hot out of the box while the two of you eat it. The plate sits in your lap, crusts uneaten, as some space show flickers across the flat screen television. You’re trying to grasp it—Gin’s told you that you have to watch it, it’s really good. You squint at the screen. Something just isn’t quite clicking with you.

You look over, expecting to see her staring at the TV as you are. Instead, you meet Gin’s eyes again. You take in a quick breath, slightly startled. A laugh escapes your nose at your own reaction. There is no boogeyman. It’s just Gin.

“What do you think?” she asks.

“You know, I’m not too sure. I really want to like it,” you say.

“But?”

“I guess I was expecting more.”

“More, like…” Gin trails off.

“More badassery. More space stuff. More shit I could understand.”

“That’s fair,” she says. “It’s not for everyone.”

She takes the remote, pausing the show and backing out of the streaming app. “So, what do you wanna do now?”

“I don’t know,” you say. “S’all that snow out there…we could make some pretty snow angels.”

“But you’re already gorgeous,” Gin says.

Your face warms at the compliment. “Thanks,” you smile.

Snow continues to fall outside the back patio doors, dusting the back lawn in frosty white.

“Y’know, I haven’t given you the Kentucky welcome yet,” Gin says.

“The Kentucky welcome?” you repeat. “What’s that?”

“Why don’t you come over ‘ere and I’ll show you.”

Slowly, you crawl across the long length of the couch. You kneel on the cushion next to Gin, waiting for something. She continues to stare at you, eyes roving over your form in examination. She looks like she wants to eat you; a predator sizing up its prey. You can’t help the fire that thought stokes in your belly, squeezing your thighs together the slightest bit.

Before you know it, Gin is sliding her hands along your hips. She guides you into her lap, both of your legs on either side of her right thigh.

“Gin…?”

“That’s me,” she smiles.

“What are you doing?” you ask.

“Givin’ you a Kentucky welcome,” Gin says. “Come on. Let me make you feel good for a sec.”

You want to say no. Should say no. Gin is your friend, and you’ve known her just long enough to see this bond lasting a lifetime. One mistake like this could screw all of that up in an instant, and that is the very last thing you want. But it’s been so long since someone’s touched you like this, felt you in a way that makes you feel real. You are a person, not a machine. You aren’t superhuman, you’re not a doormat. You are you, plain and simple. Gin can see that. That’s why you care about her.

You move your hips carefully, the seam of your jeans rubbing against the growing wet spot in your underwear. Gin happily guides your movements, warm fingers playing with the bottom hem of your shirt. Every time she dips her hand under the fabric to touch your skin, you let out a small gasp. The trace of her thumb is feather-light, gripping you the slightest bit harder when she lifts her knee up and into you.

“Fuck,” you whisper.

“You like that?” she asks.

“Mhm,” you nod, words escaping you.

“You think you can come just like this, darlin’?”

You nod again, more frantic this time.

Your hips pick up the pace, the gusset of your underwear drenched and sticking to your pussy. You can feel the wetness spreading against the denim that separates the two of you. The sensation is rough and grinding, quick and dirty to get you off. You suddenly wish you’d warn a dress, even in the cold air of the plane and the frigid winter of the Bluegrass State.

Imagining the feeling if you’d been able to slip off your panties and rub your bare pussy against Gin’s thigh sends you over the edge, a pathetic cry passing your lips as you lean forward into her shoulder.

“That's it. That,” Gin says, “is a Kentucky welcome.”

[marshmallowprotection]

OCD anon here again;;; (sorry..)

I had a flare up today and was convinced that no matter how many times I washed my hands, I couldn't get my dog's 'germs' off - I'd been playing with her in the garden, throwing a little ball which of course got wet and slimy with her mouth - usually I'm okay with washing my hands a few times, then a few scrubs antibacterial wipes, all good!

But oh man, today

Mind you, things were no different to any other day, not at all

I must've just been feeling particularly anxious about something which I can't remember because as soon as the flare up hits everything else is nothing compared to it

Well

I basically thought everything in my house was infected with dog germs. If I touched anything, a sofa, tv remote, chair, kitchen counter - it was there.

I hadn't touched anything.

Everything was fine.

I had to call in my parents to tell me that everything was fine.

Many, many times.

Are you sure?

Are you sure?

But - but -

Eventually I calmed down about my entirely spotless surroundings and just ended up washing my hands at least three more times until I was satisfied

Until I thought that I was okay.

Which of course...I was the whole time.

The worst thing is hindsight, when you look back on yourself and are like I'm so stupid and dumb. Replaying even that in your head.

But - here I go again with a Saeran request ~

I'll never stop feeling guilty for putting my parents through my antics almost every single day.

I'm like a whining leech, I must be...infuriating.

Actually, I know that I am.

Well, I know that my parents won't ever fully understand what it's like. But it does hurt when they sigh and puff and get very visibly irritated, and even laugh sometimes at my checking, like '...really? Come on.'

Oh yeah! What I meant to say all along was Saeran -

Kait, you and your writings are such a great comfort to all of us here.

But the way you write Saeran is just...perfect. I wanted to thank you for that! <3

Especially because what you've written for me before - even though you don't even have to answer - really cheers me up when I'm feeling skittish.

So I...I um - I'd really love a little cuddle and squeeze from Saeran today...and just go and lie on my bed and with all the lights down or even just off, so nothing's too jarring or distracting...

And just kind of nuzzle into him and cuddle all nice and warm and cozy!

... >.< <3 <3

On the worst days, that's when you can count on GE Saeran to hold you. he knows what you must be feeling when you give him that look that says all he needs to know about it. He hates that there isn't very much he can do to help you feel comfortable with your fears. But, he knows that being there for you, being sympathetic and considerate... that's really what matters to your needs is what matters at the end of the day.

You need someone who gets it and doesn't question why you must do something a dozen times to feel comfortable. He doesn't want the pain to get so bad that you wind up hurting yourself through any of it. Compulsions are hard to combat, and he doesn't want you to think of how you might make things harder on yourself.

What's important is that you have a safe space to feel what you need to feel. It doesn't matter how horribly silly you think you sound when the germs are close, to him it's something that people need to take seriously. You're not comfortable. It doesn't take much to make some minor adjustments for your sake.

Sure, you'll also need to work on some of your habits. But, putting all the work on your shoulders now and nobody else will never improve things. There are ways everyone can pitch in to make you feel safe in your body. It doesn't take much to be considerate. That's how Saeran feels about it.

He won't judge you when you come to him in tears about how tough it was for you to deal with your compulsion today.

He has an open-arm policy ready for you when you need him to be there. What do you need him to do? He'll do whatever you ask so things feel cleaner and safe, and he'll even wait for you to run through your steps so you're not alone when you need to repeat something a few times.

Mainly, he's just there when you need to be compressed in a hug that doesn't feel like you're suffocating. Which, sometimes, that's the best medicine for you. You just want to have no stimuli but the rocking of his heartbeat. The feeling of his hand stroking down your back is the best thing you could ever ask for, right?

"No matter how alone you feel in your fears, I will never leave you to suffer alone in the darkness. I will always be here to lull you to peace until you feel ready to come back to the light," he will murmur against the sound of your heartbeat. "Even if we fall into the darkness on the bad days, there will always be time to find the warmth later. But, for now, let's find peace from the cold together... until you feel ready to talk about it."

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The curse

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“Okay guys, I have some clothes here. The girl and I are about the same height, so they should fit better than her actual things. I also did a little research and learned a little more about these coins she stole, but nothing suggests anything special other than that they are very old and part of… Hey, are you even listening to me?"

April walked around the TV and pulled the plug. Why did she always have to do this? She felt like an annoying big sister.

Raph looked up with an apologetic smile, and Leo let out a quiet "Damn!". Both brothers lowered the controllers.

April rolled her eyes and groaned.

“Are Donnie and the girl still asleep? Where's Mikey? And Splints? I didn't see him in the projector room."

"Dad just came back in a bad mood and disappeared into his room with a bunch of books…" Leo replied, "I think he's up to something…"

"Mikey wanted to see if our main cast were still asleep, but… now that you mention it. He's actually been gone for a while…" replied Raph, and he tapped his chin with a frown.

"Oh boy…" April said, turning to see for herself.

— April wandered through the abandoned train station that the brothers have occupied for a number of years now. She found it far more comfortable here than in the sewers. Just because of the smell…

Two different trains on different tracks were used by the brothers as their rooms. Raph and Donnie on one train, Leo and Mikey on the other. Splinter's room was off the beaten path, in an old staff lounge. In between, the train station rose, where little by little the bar, projector room, a large round training room, Donnie's laboratory, kitchen, bathroom, gaming room, skate ramp and a few other 'essential' spaces were created.

April still found this lavish space grotesque in a city like New York. On the other hand, the turtles themselves provided electricity, water, and coziness and the last thing in particular was very difficult to do in a train station, even if this one was a real gem.

The young journalist peered into Mikey's room. It was empty. She was making her way to Donnie's room when she heard Mikey's excited and rapid voice. It came from the kitchen.

—-

"Maybe we should go to April and Mikey's after all..." Raph said as the game started to load again.

"You only want to leave because I'm having a real run!" teased Leo and Raph countered

"Like you last night?"

"Oh please! That was something completely different! And don't distract! I almost got the high score…”

"I'm looking for the two now, and by the way, why didn't Casey get in touch after we tried to contact him?"

“Eeeeeey! Are you serious now?!”

“Leo, April was right. There are more important things to do!"

"But we're stuck as long as Dad locks himself in and Donnie and his fairy tale princess get their beauty sleep!"

“There are these coins and April found something out. You really weren't listening, were you?"

“… Casey got in touch by the way.”

"And since when did you know that, and why didn't you tell us that?"

“…”

"I'm going to find April and Mikey."

Raph left the room and Leo looked at the controller in his hands. The truth was, he wanted to avoid seeing and speaking to the others. Especially with Donnie. Oh boy, why does he have to be so impulsive sometimes? Leo sighed. Things had gotten better since they hit their twenties, but sometimes the impulsiveness still got the better of him - sometimes good things came of it, but most of the time it didn't… "Damn it!" he cursed under his breath, got up from the floor and threw the controller onto the couch further back as he left. “Raph! Wait for me!”

—-

“And the last missing piece was Dad's old tea pot! He's been in our kitchen all these years!" exclaimed Mikey, “and then they had all the pieces together and Shredder showed up! But he couldn't fully escape the prison dimension yet because Gramgram kept him there - it wasn't until we freed her there that Shredder had his full power."

Mikey got the steaming rice off the stove. He knew you shouldn't eat junk food when you're exhausted and injured. And so he had made rice with vegetables.

A large worktop cut through the middle of the kitchen like a counter, and she sat there with the 5th glass of water and listened to him with great attention.

"Gramgram?"

“Our great, great, great, great, great…” 

“Karai was your great-grandmother?” she looked as if she had been hit and realization took hold of her… She knew what that meant and made a hard decision, but he next moment she was distracted.

"Hey, how do you know her name?" Mikey announced as he poured rice and veggies into a bowl, lightly seasoned it, and set it in front of her.

“I…” She looked down at the bowl of steaming food. It smelled good. Wistfulness rose in her.

"Mikey, what are you doing!?" April stood in the doorway and stared in amazement at the scene in the kitchen.

"Rice and vegetables?"

"I did not mean that!"

She stomped into the kitchen and pulled Mikey's head to her face by his bandana and whispered much too loud.

“How can you tell her your entire life story!!! You don't even know who she is!? You don't know anything about her at all! Where's your mind!? What's the matter with you all?!”

Mikey felt caught, but was outraged at the same time. He made food for the person who saved his brother's life and was seriously injured because she did so! How can this be wrong!?

He started to reply when he and April glanced over at her. The young woman was still sitting there, as if she hadn't even noticed April, looking at her bowl of food. They saw her moved face. Wistfulness and loss were reflected in it, and she swallowed hard.

“It's been a long time since anyone made me something to eat. I thank you." she said quietly and looked down for a moment to hide her feelings at least a little.

Mikey looked at April, and now April felt a hit of guilt. She sighed and looked with a silent ‘sorry’ to the turtle, and he forgave her straight away.

Embarrassed, April went over and sat down next to her and turned to face her. The young woman had collected herself and looked at April.

'The female voice from Donatello s call to his family. So there is no female turtle?' she thought.

"Sorry that was a weird act on my part," April confessed, "Can we start over?"

‘Her eyes are really unusually green,' the young journalist thought to herself, and was relieved when the other woman smiled at her.

"I'm used to strange situations. Please don't worry. Because you're right, I'm a stranger and from your point of view, I can understand a degree of caution." she looked over at Mikey, "So thank you for your trust. You have my word that your story is safe with me."

Mikey and April remarked on the formal and dialectic language. She seemed very wise to them, how she summed up the situation with calmness and reflection.

"I'm sorry if I have to ask you something else, and I don't want to seem rude…” she looked extremely meaningfully at Mikey, who was now very perceptive and started to hold his breath. "But could I have some chopsticks, please?" Mikey's eyes widened, his mouth formed a silent 'Oh!' and when he and the young woman looked at each other, they had to suppress their laughter. April realized the sympathy the two had for each other and smiled.

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[signalnext]

"What are you doing New Year's Eve?"

"I'm watching one of my all-time favorite episodes of a TV show!"

"Oh that's nice. I know you love shows with lovely locations - where is this one set?"

"Manchester."

"Ah, so there's wintry snow? Idyllic river locations?"

"Er it's Manchester, England, not New Hampshire. No snow in this one. No river shown. I don't think? I don't know, it was pretty dark in the outdoor night shots."

"Does it takes place at a traditional New Year's setting? Restaurant? Cozy home? Fireplace? Families and friends?"

"Er...well it takes place in a self-storage building."

"..."

"And...there are parties going on, outside, but people are trapped inside."

"Inside the self-storage building."

"Yeah."

"Is it a festive self-storage building?"

"Well, there are still Christmas decorations in the lobby. Otherwise, just...your typical warehouse spaces? An old elevator? Flight of stairs? Loading dock? Long hallways to the self-storage units?"

"Is it...about them having their own renegade party on their own, then?"

"Er, well they're being hunted by killer robots before it's midnight."

"Inside the self-storage building."

"Yeah."

"I thought you didn't like violent shows?"

"Er, well normally I don't, but...this is a special case. The killer robot violence isn't like, graphic or anything, it's more like family-friendly sci-fi."

"Family-friendly where they're being hunted down by killer robots."

"Yeah. And there's also a Groundhog Day parallel where they're in a time loop. So er, they actually keep getting killed over and over."

"Inside the self-storage building."

"Yeah. But, er, I'm making it sound so bleak, but it's more fun than it sounds. It's funny. Sometimes it's self-consciously funny. There are expected moments, but there's also a few unexpected ones. There's a lovely scene that's lovelier in the setup of the time loop effect. The music soundtrack is done well too. And...there's a major reveal for my favorite character. That's really the main thing for me. Every time I watch it, I sort of have to pinch myself that it's happening. There's a happy ending. Mostly. And there're fireworks."

"So, it makes you happy?"

"Yeah. It does."

"Ah well, there you go. That's the important thing, then. I hope you enjoy it and I hope it makes you happy again."

"I hope so, too."

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FURNITURE

The Ultimate Guide to Finding the Best Furniture Stores Near You

When it comes to decorating your home, finding the right furniture can make all the difference. Whether you're on the hunt for stylish bedroom furniture, comfortable living room pieces, or a durable bed frame, the options can seem overwhelming. However, knowing where to shop and what to look for can simplify the process. This guide will help you navigate through the best furniture stores near you, from budget-friendly outlets to high-end showrooms, ensuring that you find exactly what you need for every room in your home.

Why Shopping at Local Furniture Stores is Beneficial

Shopping at furniture stores near you has several advantages. Firstly, you can physically inspect the furniture, ensuring the quality meets your expectations. Secondly, local stores often offer personalized customer service, helping you make the right choices for your space. Finally, purchasing from nearby stores can reduce delivery times and costs, allowing you to enjoy your new furniture sooner.

Finding the Best Furniture Stores Near Me

When searching for the best furniture stores near you, consider these factors:

Variety of Products: A good furniture store should offer a wide range of products. This includes everything from bedroom furniture like beds, dressers, and nightstands to living room furniture such as sofas, coffee tables, and entertainment centers.

Quality and Durability: Invest in furniture that is built to last. Check the materials used, the craftsmanship, and any warranties offered by the store.

Pricing and Discounts: Look for stores that offer competitive pricing. Many furniture stores have regular sales, and it's worth waiting for these events to get the best deals.

Customer Reviews: Before making a purchase, read customer reviews online. This can provide insight into the store's customer service, product quality, and delivery process.

Bedroom Furniture: Creating Your Sanctuary

The bedroom is your personal retreat, so it's essential to choose furniture that promotes relaxation and comfort.

Beds for Sale: Whether you're looking for a queen bed, a king-sized bed, or a cozy double bed, finding the right bed is crucial. Consider the size of your room and your comfort needs. Many furniture stores near you will offer beds for sale in various styles, from modern to traditional.

Mattress Sales: A good mattress is just as important as the bed frame. Look for stores that have ongoing mattress sales, as this can be a great opportunity to upgrade your sleep experience without breaking the bank.

Bed Frame Sale: Bed frames come in different materials, including wood, metal, and upholstered options. During a bed frame sale, you can often find high-quality frames at discounted prices.

Bedroom Furniture Stores: Specialized bedroom furniture stores focus on creating cohesive and stylish bedroom sets. These stores offer everything from beds to dressers and nightstands, making it easy to furnish your entire room.

Living Room Furniture: The Heart of Your Home

Your living room is where you entertain guests, relax after a long day, and spend quality time with family. The furniture you choose should reflect your lifestyle and personal taste.

Sofa Shops: Sofas are the centerpiece of any living room. When browsing sofa shops, consider the size of your space, the number of seats you need, and the type of fabric that best suits your lifestyle. Leather sofas, for example, are durable and easy to clean, while fabric sofas offer a wider range of colors and patterns.

Sofa Bed Sale: If you often have guests staying over, a sofa bed can be a practical addition to your living room. During a sofa bed sale, you can find stylish and comfortable options that double as a guest bed.

Living Room Furniture: In addition to sofas, consider other essential living room furniture pieces like coffee tables, TV stands, and bookshelves. Look for a cohesive style that ties the room together.

Leather Sofas for Sale: Leather sofas add a touch of luxury to your living room. They are durable, stylish, and available in various colors. Many stores offer leather sofas for sale, especially during seasonal promotions.

Furniture Sales and Outlets: Where to Find the Best Deals

Everyone loves a good deal, and furniture sales are the perfect opportunity to upgrade your home without spending a fortune.

Furniture Sale: Keep an eye out for furniture sales throughout the year. Many stores have clearance events, seasonal sales, or holiday promotions where you can score significant discounts on high-quality furniture.

Furniture Outlet: Furniture outlets are another excellent option for finding deals. These stores often sell overstocked items, discontinued lines, or slightly imperfect pieces at reduced prices. A furniture outlet near you can be a treasure trove of bargains.

Discount Furniture Stores Near Me: Discount furniture stores cater to budget-conscious shoppers. While the prices are lower, you can still find stylish and durable pieces. It's a good idea to visit several discount furniture stores near you to compare prices and selection.

Beds and Sofas: Finding the Perfect Match

When it comes to choosing beds and sofas, there are a few key considerations to keep in mind.

Buy Bed: When buying a bed, think about your specific needs. Do you need extra storage? Consider a bed with built-in drawers. Prefer a minimalist look? A platform bed might be your best bet. The key is to find a bed that fits your style, space, and comfort requirements.

Queen Beds for Sale: Queen beds are a popular choice because they offer ample space without taking up too much room. Look for queen beds for sale in stores near you, especially during major sales events.

Cheap Beds for Sale: If you're on a budget, cheap beds for sale can be a great option. However, make sure that you're not compromising on quality. Even budget-friendly beds should be sturdy and comfortable.

Cheap Sofas for Sale: Like beds, sofas can vary widely in price. Cheap sofas for sale can be a smart purchase if you know where to look. Visit multiple stores to compare prices, and don't forget to check the clearance section.

Furniture Stores Near Me: Convenience and Selection

Finding furniture stores near you that offer a wide selection is crucial for making the shopping process easier.

Furniture Shop Near Me: Local furniture shops often have unique pieces that you won't find in larger chains. These shops are also more likely to offer personalized service and advice.

Sofa Shops Near Me: When looking for sofas, it's worth visiting several sofa shops near you. Each store will have different styles, fabrics, and price points, so take your time to find the perfect one.

Bed Shops Near Me: Bed shops near you will have a range of beds, from traditional to contemporary styles. Visiting these shops in person allows you to test the beds for comfort and quality.

Second Hand Furniture: A Sustainable Choice

Second-hand furniture is an excellent option for those looking to save money or find unique pieces with character.

Second Hand Furniture Near Me: Many second-hand furniture stores near you offer a wide variety of items, from vintage finds to modern pieces. Shopping second-hand is also an environmentally friendly choice, as it reduces waste and the demand for new resources.

Cheap Furniture Stores Near Me: Cheap furniture stores often have a mix of new and second-hand items. These stores are perfect for budget-conscious shoppers looking to furnish their homes without spending a fortune.

Specialty Furniture: Beds for Babies and More

Don't forget about specialty furniture, like baby beds, when furnishing your home.

Baby Beds: If you're expecting a little one, finding the right baby bed is essential. Look for stores that specialize in nursery furniture, offering a range of cribs, changing tables, and other essentials.

Room Furniture: Room furniture isn't just about the big pieces like beds and sofas. Consider smaller items like nightstands, lamps, and rugs that complete the look of a room. Many furniture stores near you will have a range of accessories to choose from.