#faux fur bench

[kikcorgi]

Kansas City Great Room Great room - mid-sized transitional medium tone wood floor great room idea with beige walls

[titleelovessomerhalder]

Home Bar - Single Wall Ideas for a modern home bar renovation with a single-wall carpeted room and a gray floor, flat-panel cabinets, light wood cabinets, wood countertops, and gray countertops.

[pudgybat]

Shabby-chic Style Kids Inspiration for a large shabby-chic style girl carpeted and brown floor kids' room remodel with gray walls

[manover40inlove]

Home Bar - Single Wall Ideas for a modern home bar renovation with a single-wall carpeted room and a gray floor, flat-panel cabinets, light wood cabinets, wood countertops, and gray countertops.

[t-shirtshare]

Modern Glam

[sillybubbies]

Master - Transitional Bedroom

An illustration of a medium-sized transitional master bedroom design with a brown floor and beige walls but no fireplace

[levitationmagazine]

Guest New York A large image of a guest bedroom with a dark wood floor and white walls.

[vintheuk]

Bedroom - Farmhouse Bedroom

[mikellis]

Bedroom Guest (Phoenix)

[cyberrat]

Okay so, two thoughts have been rattling around in my head. One thing you said before stuck with me; Angel is a bottom, but Husk is a SUB. The other thought is that no one assumes Angel is a strong as he is. He's a twink, but he's also a pole dancer, and you've gotta be pretty damn strong to pull off those moves.

I can picture Husk and Angel hanging out together on one of their beds, just watching a movie and sassily bantering to each other. Angel makes a comment ("See that worm? That's you~"), Husk snorts and tosses a pillow at him. Feigning annoyance, Angel pounces on him with a laugh, and the two start wrestling. After a minute or two Angel has Husk pinned below him, straddling him with his upper arms pinning Husk's hands above his head. Husk struggles to get up but can't.

"Wuh- Why are you so strong??"

Angel giggles, looking down at him.

"You gotta be pretty fit tah be in porn. Do you've any idea how many hours a day I gotta shoot? ... Plus, y'know, I'm a pole-dancer."

Husk huffs, "Yeaaah, and I'm old and outta shape."

The old demon gently struggles to unpin himself, but finds himself becoming distracted by the flex of Angel's slender arms, his strong shoulders ... their eyes meet after a moment. Husk barely registers that he's breathing heavy now, face getting rather warm.

Angel chuckles low, eyes half lidded as a cheeky grin creeps along the edge of his mouth.

"Hmmmmm~ How you feelin' Husky~?" As he says this, Angel shifts Husks arms and pins them to his side, holding him in place. His lower arms are braced beside Husk's shoulders, allowing him to lean in close.

"D'you like it when I'm in charge~?"

Husk swallows, trying to keep his composure but his wings tremble slightly with excitement.

"Maybe ... maybe I wouldn't mind," he breathes softly.

Mmmmhhnnnnn this really gets me to wondering how that encounter would continue. Love you for leaving a drabble in my box 😩👏 might write a lil something something for this tomorrow??

But yes… Angel absolutely tops from the bottom. Maybe he gets a collar and a leash out from one of his many stashes and it‘s soft and with pink faux fur. And he‘s all grins and giddy until he turns around with it in his hands and sees Husk‘s expression.

Like he‘s not *afraid* obviously, but that expression is just so complex. Maybe he‘s worried Angel might try to make him into a pet? Or maybe he really wants it?

But Angel curling the collar around his throat and sweet talking him the whole time what a cute kitty cat he is and just super leaning into the pet play… and his gamble hitting gold because Husk just *eats it up*.

Like full on vibrating, waiting to get used, mounting Angel in a mating press and going crazy the harder Angel pulls on the leash.

Just so happy to serve someone who could literally bench press him.

[the-fiction-witch]

Young To Be In Love

Media - Love Actually Character - Sam Couple - Sam X Reader Reader - Y/n Rating - Sweet af Word Count - 2412

I sat down on the bench beside my stepdad, feeling the cold of the winter air seep through my clothes. I let out a deep sigh as we both wrapped our hands around the warm cups of hot chocolate. The steam from the cups rose into the chilly air, adding to the serene atmosphere that surrounded us. The breeze picked up, and the faux fur on the hood of my coat brushed against my skin, making me shiver. I turned my gaze towards the water, watching the little boats pass by while the ripples created by their movement danced across the surface. Across the city, I saw many cranes moving and changing, a testament to the constant development of the city. People walked by us, their footsteps on the brick path, but none of them paid us any attention. We sat in silence for a while, enjoying the peacefulness of the moment, before my stepdad finally spoke.

"So?" He began, "Is it just mum or... is it something else?" he asked, "Maybe school?" he suggested, "Are you being bullied? or... is it something worse?"

I didn't know how to begin so I just looked down at my cup,

"you can't give me any clues?" he asked,

"You really want to know?" I asked,

"I really want to know," he nodded,

"Even if you won't be able to do anything to help?"

"Even if that's the case... yeah."

"Okay," I nodded, "Well... truth is," I began, "Actually... I'm in love,"

"Sorry?" His jaw dropped,

"I know I should be thinking about Mum all the time and I am, but... the truth is I'm in love, I was before she died and there's nothing I can do about it,"

"Aren't you a bit young to be in love?" he laughed,

"No,"

He laughed and tussled my hair, "I'm a little relieved,"

"Why?" I rasied an eyebrow,

"I thought... it would be something worse,"

"Worse than the total agony of being in love?"

He realised I had a point and nodded "You're right... total agony," He said,

We both just sat and watched the water once more, before he spoke again,

"They have a name?" he asked carefully,

"Yes, she does," I told him,

"She okay that narrows it down to half of everyone you've met in your short little life," he chuckled,

"Y/n," I told him,

"Y/n?" he stopped a moment, "You're little friend from down the road? the Y/H/C ?"

"Mhm,"

"I see, And how does she feel about you then?"

"I'm her best friend,"

"Ahhh the friend zone,"

"I know, and no one has ever escaped a friend zone,"

"it is possible."

"It is?"

"It is,"

"...Show me,"

I held my breath but I knew I had to do this, she was leaving soon moving away and I may never see her again, I went over where she stood with her locker unpacking it for the winter break and of course her move.

I was immediately blushing just from her beautiful Y/H/C hair in a sweet green bow, her gentle green eyes, and her sweet pale skin, all I wanted to do was kiss her and tell her everything I had ever wanted to tell her.

"Uhh Y/n?" I coughed,

"ohh? Hi Sam!" She smiled,

"I uhh... so you're really going then?"

"Mhm," She nodded,

"I uhh I... I really wanted to give you something, before you go."

"Oh?"

"Here," I smiled offering her the small Y/H/C glittery bag,

"Awww Sam you didn't have to get me anything,"

"Well I wanted to, a little going away present and all." I blushed,

She took it and smiled, "Can I open it?"

"Yeah yeah of course," I nodded,

She giggled and happily opened up the little bag, and the box inside her face lit up and I felt even more nervous, "Awww Sam! it's beautiful," She pulled out the sweet little hair comb, it wasn't much but it's not like I had much money. "Thank you!" She giggled taking her bow out and adding the clip to her hair, "I love it so much! Thank you!"

"You're welcome, I uhh I really wanted to get you something special, given your moving so far away, I-" I began, "I'm really gonna miss you, Y/n,"

"I know, I'm gonna miss you too Sam,"

"I- Y/n."

"Yes, Sam?"

"... I love you,"

"What?"

"I love you, I know you think that sounds crazy but I... I do. I know I do. I love you. I have done it for years and I... it breaks my heart that you are leaving,"

"Ohh... Ohh Sam," she cried hugging me tightly so I squeezed her tight rarely wanting to let her go, "I love you too!"

"y- you do!"

"I do, I thought you knew,"

"NO! I had no idea! I- I can't believe this... we finally tell each other and... we'll never get to see each other again,"

"Sam I will be coming back," She pulled away both of our cheeks tear-stained,"

"What?" I asked,

"Yeah, me and my mum are moving but my dad is staying here, same as my grandparents and all the rest of my family, I'll be coming back to visit every so often,"

"You- You will! So I'll still get to see you!"

"Just not as often, and I'm sure in between we can chat and call and video chat."

"Yeah! Of course, we can!" I smiled, "So maybe do you think we could... Do you know? try to be more than just best friends?"

"I think we can try," she nodded giving my cheek a kiss that made my heart flutter,

I washed my hands up after finishing the work in the garden, giving them a good scrub before I grabbed my ring from the sink, I always like keeping it in here when I'm working in the garden I'm always worried digging around in the dirt and grass would make it all dirty, plus I don't want to lose it. Just the feeling of it back on my finger makes me so happy, I remember the first time I wore it just felt... right, Everyone thought we were crazy to get married at eighteen, they all said it was too fast and that we'd regret it in a week, a month, a year, ten years, but we had been in love for as long as we could remember so to us we'd already waited ten years to get married and here we are twelve years later still as in love as ever. I adjusted the ring a little and put my hand through my hair giving the hair on my upper lip a slight stroke where it needed trimming but I couldn't find the little scissors anywhere.

I headed out of the bathroom back into the house where I saw her and Immediately I got as giddy as a child, as she stood in her little green dress washing some dishes, her sweet Y/H/C hair flowing down her back with one of her hair combs in her hair as always. I had brought her a new hair comb every year as our little tradition and she wears one every day. I went over wrapping my arms around her and kissing her sweet shoulder,

"Ohh Hello Sam,"

"Hello Y/n, I missed you," I cooed,

"You were only in the garden Sam," she laughs,

"I still missed you," I peppered her with kisses,

"Aww I missed you too," she smiled, "Kids are home by the way,"

"I know, I heard the bus."

"Ohh and he got home in a mood again,"

"Jake or Lucas?"

"Who do you think," she laughed,

"Oh? Right, I'm going," I rolled my eyes a little giving her one more kiss and heading to the stairs, "Is Mable alright as I'm going up?"

"She's fine, won't need a feed for another hour,"

"Alright, what's up with Jake anyway?"

"He's got the love bug,"

"The- the what?"

"You know the love bug like you and I did,"

"Wait! he's in love!"

"Yes, did I not just say that," she laughs,

"Awwwww! it's happening! our little ones are falling in love just like we did!" I wanted to cry I was so happy, "Okay I can do this! I was trained by the best but not the student is the teacher. I shall comfort my son and teach him the ways of love as my stepfather did to me! I need hot chocolate and a view of the themes," I bolted upstairs,

"B- Sam It's July!" Y/n yelled, "And we live in Norfolk!"

But I ignored her and ran up anyway, seeing the upstairs bedrooms open but one, Of course, Y/n and I's bedroom door was open our bed was made as usual but I looked and saw Lucas, honestly I almost missed him, as he laid his four-year-old body among the large pile of teddies in the corner of our bedroom he laid in them with his book about owls, his blonde hair fluffy and messy still in his school uniform with his glasses slowly falling down his nose.

"Hey, you having fun?" I chuckled,

"Jake is being grumpy," he said,

"I know I'm going to see him now, I'm make sure he lets you back in your bedroom," I told him before I headed down the corridor, to see the girl's room, Mable lay still asleep in her crib with her dummy given she is still a baby after all only nine months old her, while Sallyanne's six-year-old body sat with her castle playing with her dolls, her Y/H/C hair in a braid down her back also still in her school uniform as she plaid so I didn't bother her. The bathroom door opened but of course, it was empty. So I went to the boy's bedroom where the door was closed I gave the door a tap and Jake answered,

"Go away!"

"Jake come on, let's just have a little talk," I told him,

"Fine!" He sighed,

So I went inside seeing the space-covered walls and Jake laid his ten-year-old body on his bed still in his school uniform with his mess of blonde hair sticking out his covers, so I went and sat with him,

"So? How's school?"

"Fine."

"Is everything going okay?"

"Yes."

"You're not being bullied?"

"No Dad."

"Okay, so it's something worse?"

"Kinda..."

"You can't give me any clues?"

"You really want to know?" he poked his head out,

"I really want to know," I nodded,

"Even if you won't be able to do anything to help?"

"Yes, even if that is the case," I smiled resting a hand on his back, "So? Come on,"

"Well... I- I think I'm in love," he said, "I know what you're going to Say! I'm too young I don't know what I want! that I'm just young and stupid! that I'm too young to be in love but... I can't help it. I'm in love and it's agony."

I nodded, "There is nothing worse than the total agony of being in love," I smiled tussling his hair, "I would know,"

"No you don't you have mum, and you and mum are perfect and always have been," he sits up,

"No, we haven't always been perfect, you're mother and I have had our ups and downs we've been married a long time. But I do know the total agony of being in love, I had a chat like this with my stepdad when I was not much older than you, and I said the same thing,"

"You did?"

"I did, You're not crazy and I'm not going to tell you you're too young or you don't know becuase... I know firsthand hand when you find that person, it changes everything. I knew I loved your mother the first moment I saw her and I was much younger than you then, I didn't know I loved her till I was about your age. Love doesn't have an age when he comes, it just comes. And there is nothing you can do about Jake. I won't tell you it's not agony or it won't hurt becuase love does, love is so powerful and so strong that it can destroy you in a moment." I explained, "If you feel like you are in love then you have every right to feel those emotions,"

"Thanks, Dad,"

"You're welcome kiddo," I smiled, "So? They have a name?"

"... it's complicated,"

"Oh? how so? it is that kid in your class that's named after a fruit?"

"No, no not them,"

"Ohh well, then what is it? come on I'd love to know if they have a name?"

"... His name is Harry,"

Hu... well that took me back a moment,

"His name is Harry?" I asked making sure I heard him right,

"Yeah, Please don't be mad,"

"...what- why- why would I be mad?"

"That I'm... in love... with a boy,"

"Jake." I told him holding his hand so I knew he was listening to me, "I don't care who you love,"

"But- aren't you gonna tell me I'm too young, that I can't know yet, that -"

Jake. If you are in love with I do not doubt for a moment, then you're in love. Boy, girl or whoever. I don't care. your mother won't care. none of your family will care. All that matters is that you are happy and if you love his boy then we're here to support you and to help you."

"You really mean that?"

"Of course I do,"

He gave me a tight hug so I hugged him back, "Thanks dad,"

"You're welcome kiddo," I smiled, "Now I admit... I may be slightly less helpful, as it is not something I have experience with but I promise your mother and I will be here every step of the way,"

"Thanks," he smiled,

"Good, now. let your brother back in you two's room. And we're gonna have a take away pizza for tea,"

"Okay," he smiled,

"Good lad," I tussled his hair,

Before I got up and headed downstairs back to Y/n,

"How'd it go?"

"You're right, love bug."

"Awww our little boy's in love," she smiled,

"Take away pizza for dinner," I told her,

"Ohh... alright means I don't have to cook" she shrugged, "But what do we know about this love of Jake's then?" she asked drying her hands as she was not finished with the dishes,

"Not much, his name's Harry," I said as I grabbed a beer from the fridge,

"Harry?" she turned to me,

"Yep."

"His. name?"

"Yep."

"Oh..." she said slightly taken aback, "Awww cute, Harry and Jake, very sweet." she smiled, "does he want to invite him over for tea this week?"

"I'll ask him later," I shrug, "You know he was worried we'd be mad,"

"Mad? Oh, that's just silly, still, I suppose weren't you worried your stepdad would be mad when you told him you loved me?"

"Yeah kinda, Still he's smiling again and he's let Lucas back in their bedroom.

"Ahh! Now that is good news." she laughed, 

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Little White Lie

Happy 1st of December!! It’s officially socially acceptable to start celebrating Christmas, never mind that I’ve had all my decorations up since mid-Nov.

Enjoy a fluffy little Elriel + kids fic to celebrate the start of the festive season! 🥂☃️💙❄️🎄

Elriel. Fluff. 1k words. Modern AU.

Azriel wrestled with the organised containers Elain stored all the Christmas decorations in, trying to avoid the cobwebs in the garage. He’d already pulled out nine large, labelled containers, but she had insisted he bring all twelve of them up to the house so she could settle on the colour scheme for this year.

Yanking out yet another box, dust fell from the top of it, settling in his hair and onto his eyelashes, causing him to shake his head like a dog, holding back the impulse to sneeze.

“Dad, mama said not to forget the box with the lights in it!” His six-year-old son was beyond excited, helping him lug boxes up to the house as Azriel pulled them all out of their various hiding places.

Pulling the final two out of the high shelving units, he handed the lightest of them to Benedict and grabbed the other three, running a hand through his dusty hair once more, the feeling of something crawling down his neck now making the hairs at his nape stand on end.

“Yep, got ‘em all kiddo. Let’s go.”

Entering the house through the back sliding door, Elain and Rue looked up from the cookies they were decorating, his daughter sitting on the wide kitchen island, her legs tucked beneath her as she helped her mum pipe icing onto the star and tree shaped biscuits.

Her hazel eyes snapped up as she heard her father walk into the house, a squeal peeling from her little chest as she all but leaped onto his back as he passed by the kitchen holding the last of the Christmas boxes.

Elain just laughed, used to Rue’s spirited nature, not even blinking when her daughter threw herself off the bench, trusting Azriel would catch her every time.

“I LOVE Christmas daddy!” she exclaimed excitedly.

Rue had latched herself onto her father’s back, her strong little arms wrapped securely around his neck. Her sticky fingers smeared green icing onto the skin below his jaw as she dangled down his back like a baby koala clutching onto its mother.

Chuckling at his mischievous daughter, Azriel crouched, dropping the boxes he still held whilst allowing Rue’s socked feet to touch the floor, the four-year-old bounding off to open boxes as soon as he’d let her down.

Elain was just placing the final touches on a star shaped cookie when she strolled over to Azriel, the shortbread treat held between her slender fingers.

“All twelve containers?” she asked, a content smile lighting up her face as she brought the cookie up to her husband’s lips.

“All twelve containers,” he confirmed, before craning his neck and taking almost the entire biscuit into his mouth. He chewed, moaning at the taste as his eyes bore into his wife’s, his hazel irises dilating as she looked back up at him, her teeth sinking deliciously into her full bottom lip.

Elain licked the remaining frosting off her own fingers, the heat from his gaze reflected back in her own eyes. Reaching up on her tiptoes, she pressed her lips to his in a sweet, chaste kiss, tasting the sugar from the treats she’s baked on each other.

Behind them, they could hear boxes being ripped open as their children excitedly pulled out all manner of ornaments and decorations, when Rue gasped.

Breaking their kiss, Azriel and Elain swivelled toward the sound of their daughter’s soft exclamation. Held in her little hands was a large mass of red, velvet cloth with white faux fur lining the cuffs and waist band.

“Daddy!” Rue squealed. “Why are Santa’s pants here?”

His daughter had found the Santa costume the family used on Christmas Eve when they all got together. Cassian was usually tasked with sneaking off after dinner to dress up and come in with a sack full of presents.

Rue looked scandalised; her hazel eyes blown wide with astonishment. Even Benedict looked on quietly, his warm brown eyes flicking questioningly from his mother, then his father, then back to the bright red pants.

Azriel scrambled, wracking his brain for an excuse. The last thing he ever wanted to do was ruin his children’s innocent sense of magic. Benedict and Rue deserved a sweet, wonderful life. So did Elain. Heaven knows he had never been granted the same luxury, and he always made a conscious effort to do everything in his power to be the father his own had never been for him. His entire life revolved around Elain and their children’s happiness. Besides, he loved that they both believed in Santa, and he wasn’t ready for their little dreams to be crushed.

“Umm, well Rue,” Azriel stammered, running a nervous hand through his hair as he bought himself time to make up an excuse. “We have Santa’s pants because… mama does his dry cleaning.”

He took a stab in the dark, holding his breath for their reaction.

Luckily, his kids took the bait, their faces transforming from looks of concern and confusion to impressed admiration.

“Really? Wow,” Rue breathed, her eyes going wide with wonder.

Benedict looked at his mother with the same reverence as Rue did, his gentle constitution leaving him in awe of Elain at the slightest thing.

“Cool!”

Elain just chuckled, a smile lifting the corners of her mouth as she shot a look at Azriel to say Santa’s dry cleaning?! That’s the best you could come up with?

Azriel just shrugged, relieved he had managed to say something to save their innocence for a little while longer.

Elain, squeezing Azriel’s bicep in understanding, added, “Oh absolutely, Santa has been trusting me with his laundry for years!”

She made sure the serious look on her face left no room for further questioning from her children’s curious minds.

“Wow…” Rue repeated, now looking at the pants in her hands with wide eyes, holding them up as far as her little arms could stretch them. “Santa’s pants…”

“I can’t wait to tell Nyx!” Benedict breathed, his brown eyes alight with wonder.

Stifling a chuckle behind her hand, Elain turned back to the kitchen to finish off decorating the cookies. Azriel shot her a self-satisfied smirk, his raven hair falling into his eyes before he turned to the box of Christmas lights to get started on the decorations.

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[mlmxreader]

Training Fields | Alex Keller x m!reader

@satan-incarnate-666 asked: "I don't bite" "LIAR!" for alex x m!reader pls

summary: Alex insists on dragging you along with him to training, even though the weather is appropriate for anything but.

tws: swearing, biting

In all honesty, you would have been happy to have spent the day snuggled in bed, crushed against Alex's side, watching Waterloo Road and eating biscuits, but instead, Alex had brought you out to watch him do some training with Farah and Gaz; you didn't mind mostly, although the weather wasn't exactly ideal. It was cold, the wind blowing harshly and gushing a fine sheet of rain into your face as you looked out and over to where the others were; you tugged on Alex's coat, pulling on the soft faux fur so that you could press your face against the lining, shivering as you cleared your throat, closing your eyes for a moment to try and keep the rain from your eyes. You wanted to support Alex, you really did, but all the same, you were cold and you were wet and, quite frankly, fucking miserable.

You would have preferred to have stayed at home like you did yesterday. Wearing a hoodie and jogging bottoms and fluffy socks, pillows behind you as you stayed so close to Alex's side. His arm around you, his prosthetic leg resting in the corner, his hair a mess and those blue eyes focused on the television. Old reruns of Waterloo Road playing as you got beneath the two blankets. The lovely and soft silver coloured one, and the big silk black duvet. Gently tracing patterns into his chest.

You wished you were at home, and not sat on some soggy woody bench that was only a few days away from starting to rot. The sound of squelching mud, suctioning boots and making everyone slip and slide as they walked, echoing all around you. The rain slapping you in the face like a thin cost of needles, spurred on by the howling wind. You wished you were at home, or at least sat in the office. Even if you did want to be there to support and encourage your boyfriend, you would have preferred to have done it somewhere that wasn't cold and soggy and windy and wet; but you knew you couldn't leave, and although the weather was your worst enemy, you didn't want to abandon Alex when he needed you. So you pressed your face into the coat, and shook your head to try and get some of the rain off of your face and out of your eyes.

You only dared to withdraw from the hood slightly when you heard him talking, opening your eyes as you saw him squatted down in front of you, grinning as his hair started to flop down with the weight of the rain and the sweat. It looked darker, similar to how it did when he got out of the shower, and flopped the same way; but instead of smelling like honey and cinnamon, he smelled of earth and wet grass. Not exactly the best, but also not an awful smell, either.

Droplets dripping down his face, Alex looked up at you, licked his lips, and cleared his throat. "Gaz wants me to spar with him, so I was gonna ask if I could get a good luck kiss."

You shook your head, gently running your hand through his hair and wincing at how the strands were so cold and so damp. "Or not."

"Why?" He tilted his head to the side, grinning. "I don't bite."

"Liar!" You laughed, letting him straddle your lap as he made himself comfortable, his hands on your shoulders. "You are an absolute fucking liar!"

Alex pouted. "No I'm not... I don't bite."

"Yes, you fucking do," you brought him down a little, just enough to gently nip and bite at the soft skin at the side of his neck, tugging on it ever so gently. Alex grumbled, leaning into you as he muttered your name under his breath. "You're always biting."

Alex whimpered when you pulled away, but the moment that you didn't touch him for even a second, he was pressing his face to your neck, and biting down hard enough to make you yelp before you laughed; a trail of bites along your throat as he purposefully grazed your skin with his moustache, just to make your skin tickle as your laughter got a little louder.

He loved it. The sound of your laughter in his ears, making his head spin as he grinned and tried desperately to keep biting you; playful and teasing but knowing that he wouldn't get away with it, especially not when you slowly pushed him down onto the ground, mud sticking to his shirt as you put your hands either side of his head and allowed him to keep his legs around your waist. You copied what he was doing, little nips and bites littering his skin as your teeth sank into his soft flesh and made him laugh and grin as he told you to keep going. The mud was slick beneath him, and he kept accidentally slipping out of your grip, making you both laugh even more as the definite bites became attempts at feeling one another's skin.

"Baby, we're gonna have to stop," you were breathless, laughter strangling you tightly as you tried your best to keep some composure, if only so that you weren't completely incomprehensible. "You're as slippery as a fucking eel in an oil slick."

Alex laughed, wrapping his arms around you tightly so that he had a little bit of extra grip, if only so that you wouldn't completely let go of him. "Hold me tighter then, you're a big boy - it won't be hard."

"Hold you-" you tutted, shaking your head. "Hold you bloody tighter? In these fucking conditions?"

He giggled, giddy and jovial and playful as he tried to keep in place, cheering with excitement when you stood up and picked him up, your hands on his thighs as you hoisted him into place and shook your head fondly. Alex could be a pain when he wanted to, but you adored him and loved him dearly; the weather be damned, maybe you could have a good time out there after all. Even without your fluffy blanket and silky duvet and your nice biscuits and your old television programmes. Alex held onto you for dear life, his smile never faltering.

"Carry me back to Farah and Gaz?" He asked.

"You're a CIA agent," you playfully complained. "And here you are, begging for your boyfriend to carry you around."

"It's your job," Alex pointed out with a cheeky grin.

"No the fuck it isn't," you scoffed, tapping his thigh. "My job is a fucking Lieutenant in Joint Task Force Two."

"Same thing," he chuckled. "Y'know, I do love you, (y/n)."

You nodded, sighing as you started to make your way over to where the others were. "And against my better judgement, Keller, I love you, too."

"When we have our nikkah," he started, "will you carry me like this at least twice?"

"I'll think about it," you grumbled, trying to hide your smile. "How's that?"

"Fine," Alex mumbled, kissing your neck softly. "Really, though, I love you, hubibi."

"Yeah, yeah," you laughed softly. "I love you, too, habibi alsaghir."

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A Sneezy Season at Santa’s

Chapter 9: If It Ain’t Broke…

Info About This Choose Your Own Adventure

Martha rubbed the side of her nose, squeezing one eye shut.

“You’re right…I can’t get much of anything done while I need to sneeze. All this stohpping and starting’s really - hihHIH-!”

Cherry nodded.

“Besides,” she added, “it’s a safety hazard. If you’re too busy with your nose to watch what you’re doing, you could make the wrong cut — on the toy or you!”

While Martha tried to wheeze out a reply, Cherry leaned to whisper in your ear.

“Good eye! If I didn’t know any better, I would have thought you already went through training.”

You chuckled nervously, thinking about the real reason you suggested getting Martha to sneeze. You can only imagine what it looks like beneath the bandana. Red, flaring, shimmering with mess…you could hardly stand the wait.

“Why don’t you take care of Martha?” Cherry said, adjusting her overall straps. “I’ll make sure that none of the others are having as hard a time as she is. Besides, you seem to be pretty good at this sort of thing.”

As innocent as the comment was, it made your heart jump into your throat. Was it really that obvious?

But, before you could think up an excuse, Cherry was already gone, talking with the other toymakers. Martha, who had recovered from her recent hitching fit, motioned for you to follow her.

“Here, why don’t we go to my bench? There’s a whole lot of stuff you could use there.”

You swallowed, but obeyed her without a word.

The workbench was sectioned off from the main workshop with a small iron divider, only leaving enough room for a wooden table full of toy parts and a wide, worn workbench. Martha sat down on it, hands on her knees.

“Alrighty, let’s see…I’ve got some feathered material in the top drawer, faux fur under it…that’s about it.”

Your heart was thundering in your chest, but you managed to stammer out a question: what usually made her sneeze?

“Eh, not much. I’ve been working with sawdust, animals, and dirt all my life. Not many things make me…make me need to…hiiih-!”

She blinked a few times, then sighed.

“But something in here’s got my nose itching like crazy.”

You open the first drawer, and find the feathered cloth. You pluck one out of the material, suggesting that, maybe, perhaps, if she doesn’t mind, we could try to tease out her sneeze with a feather anyway…?

She shrugged.

“Why not? I haven’t had a chance to mess with my nose yet, so that might be just what I…n-need-!”

Martha takes her bandana off. An upturned nose, with slender but flaring nostrils, quivered as it made contact with the chilly workshop air.

“H-Hold on…I think…I…guh-! Huh-!”

It looked for a moment that the sudden draft of air would be enough to tease out a sneeze. However, Martha was soon rubbing her nose again, just as frustrated as before.

“Ngh…never mind. Alright, give it your best shot.”

Martha leaned forward, offering her nose to you. With ginger movements, you begin to trace her nostrils with the tip of the feather. She snorted, wrinkling her nose.

“C’mon, don’t fool around! I’ve got another shipment in - gah-! HAH-!”

You shoved the feather deeper into her nose, twirling it farther into her sinuses. Martha snorted again, her eyes beginning to water.

“That…hih-!…feels…so…GAH-!”

Martha’s chest rose as she gasped in as much air as she could hold.

But, just as suddenly as it started, the sneeze stopped short. Martha groaned.

“Ugh…snf! That was so close! I could feel it!”

It went even more poorly with the faux fur. Though Martha’s nostrils flared, she didn’t hitch once.

“At least it’s closer now. Right…here.”

She crossed her eyes to look as she pointed to the middle of her nose.

“If only I could find out what I’m allergic to. One sniff of that and I’d never stohp-!”

As Martha busied herself with her nose again, you took a quick glance around the workshop.

Maybe it was the sawdust? No, she’s worked around that for a while. And why would she only be sneezing now?

Maybe a new kind of paint? Then why was everyone in the workshop sneezing, not just the painters?

Certain material? Well, no one was rubbing it on their faces, so that couldn’t be it.

You looked down at Martha’s bandana, which she had set on the table. The cloth had a simple snowflake pattern, with alternating whites and blues.

But there was something else too.

You looked closer.

Small yellow flecks seemed to dust the front of the mask.

You picked up the mask, lifting it to your own nose. Immediately, your nostrils flared, and before you could stop yourself -

hhhh’PTCHHHHH!

You lifted the bandana away from your face, covering your nose with the crook of your arm. You seemed to have found the culprit.

Emboldened by your success, Martha took the bandana, brought it to her face, and took a deep inhale. Her eyes suddenly widened.

“U-Uh oh…”

Her nostrils quivered with a new vigor, and her eyelids fluttered.

“I-I…hihHIH-! HIH-! H-HAAH-!”

You leaned back in your chair instinctively.

This was going to be a big one.

Martha’s eyes crossed, and she put a finger under her nose to try and mitigate the damage. But it was far too late for that. With her lungs filled with as much air as it could hold, Martha’s nose had done all it could.

“HYAAAA’SHOOOOOOOO!”

The force of the sneeze almost knocked Martha and the chair backwards. While it didn’t cause an icy wind like Cam, it sure had power — even without magic.

Martha lifted her hand, her nose trembling again.

“I thingk I’b gonna - HYEEESH’SHIIIIIIIIIEW!”

This sneeze was even stronger than the last, even making the iron divider scrape against the floor.

Luckily, twice seemed to do the trick. Martha scrubbed her nose with the back of her arm, a satisfied look on her face.

“That sure was sobething,” she said, sniffling. “Well, at least we know what’s causing everybody to sdeeze.”

You examine the bandana again, careful not to get too close to it. Upon closer inspection, the flecks looked like some sort of pollen. You could even see a few green pieces of stem staining the fabric.

“Well, that exblains it,” Martha said. “There aren’t a whole lot of flowers around here, esbecially ones that have pollen. Wouldn’t surprise be if we’re all just allergic to sobe new plant.”

You agree, trying not to look at Martha’s nose for too long. Martha laughs, clapping you on the shoulder.

“At ease, soldier. C’bon, relax. You’re going to give yourself an ulcer.”

“Good news!”

Cherry came from behind the divider.

“Hardly anyone else seems to be having trouble with their work! And anyone who did, I asked them to take a break from their work. Feeling better, Martha?”

Martha sniffled. “Fid as a fiddle. Or, well, fid enough to ged back to work. With a new bandana, of course.”

You told Cherry about the strange pollen powder you saw on Martha’s bandana.

“That is odd,” she said. “We have hardly any flowering vegetation around here. Any crops that we need is usually shipped here, or grown in our greenhouses…but we don’t grow any flowers.”

Cherry’s aura began to dim in worry.

“This is too strange to be a coincidence. Maybe we should…”

She shook her head.

“But we can’t just derail the tour, especially for central office and HR business. I certainly don’t want to drag you into anything.”

You think it over.

[duxwriter]

"How do I even use this?"

Despoina taps at the screen, the glowing device shines in her face as she stands in her older sisters garden, decorated with all kinds of underworld flora for the cold climate.

"I don't even know mother's number! What am I even doing?"

Despoina sighs, sitting down on a bench beside her under the looming tree, vines with moss beard and leaves stick to the air as they move about like tendrils in the eternal night.

She sets the phone beside her, the fur, hopefully faux, coat keeping her warm.

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