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Life As A Sanders

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Part 5: Lunchtime Battles

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Fandom: Sanders Sides

Warnings: broken arm, bullying, fight

Pairing: Familial DLAMP

Words: 4,205

Summary: School is alright. It really, really is. Logan likes it and Virgil doesn't, and when you add them together, that makes it alright.Some days are just...worse than others.

Age: 8

Chapter 5, here we are!

“You can’t climb that tree,” said the little boy who was nine years old. Virgil looked up at the tree and nodded in agreement with a boy he usually avoided. There weren’t enough branches on the tree, and they were way too far apart. They’d never make it up, and even if they did, how were they supposed to get back down? It was an impossible task.

“Don’t be widiciwous,” Logan said. Well, snapped. He’d been arguing with Trevor about different things all day now. First it was how to pronounce green (Trevor insisted that you had to draw out the ‘E’ noise because there were two of them. Logan said that wasn’t prati-pracl-practil? Something that started like that.), and then it had been about whether a marker was blue or purple (Logan got mad when Virgil tried to find a corpo-compis-compro- an in-between and suggested blurple. Evidently, that was not a color, either. Figures.), and then it was a bunch of other things too, and Virgil just wanted to go home to Daddy so he could take a nap and make some cookies and play dress up and maybe even play with the make-up Missy let him see sometimes.

Virgil had also been hoping that Logan would just leave Trevor alone once recess started so that he could read his book and Virgil could catch ants and caterpillars and grasshoppers to show Logan and Logan could spew off a bunch of facts about them that Virgil had probably heard a million times before. And it had begun like that, and Virgil relaxed because Trevor wasn’t very nice usually, and Virgil would rather say nothing than talk to Trevor.

Logan would say that didn’t make sense because Virgil said nothing most of the time anyway.

Virgil realized quickly that Logan starting things wasn’t what he should’ve been worried about. It was, in fact, Trevor who had come up to their quiet area on the curb and begun taunting them again. And somehow, Virgil wasn’t sure when, they’d all ended up in a different area of the playground with a bunch of Trevor’s friends. Virgil was holding a grasshopper in his hands, looking nervously at his brother. Logan’s book was clenched tightly under one arm, and Virgil was worried that the spine would break and then Logan would end up crying again, like last time when Virgil had accidentally dropped Logan’s dictionary on the floor and it had cracked the spine.

“You can not climb that tree!” Trevor yelled at Logan. The group of kids was giggling behind their hands.

“I can too!” Logan shouted back, looking about ready to weaponize his book against Trevor.

“Prove it!” Trevor demanded. Logan froze for a second, looking up at the tree.

“L, c’mon. Please. I think I saw a really cool spider over there,” Virgil mumbled, pulling at Logan’s sleeve. A girl standing near him squealed when he said spider, and Virgil did his absolute best to ignore her. The other kids thought it was weird that Virgil liked bugs, and that Logan knew so much about them but wouldn’t touch them. Dad said they should just ignore them and do what makes them happy, and Logan didn’t seem very bothered by it, but Virgil very much was.

Logan shoved his book into Virgil’s arms. It was dark blue - Logan’s favorite shade of blue, which is why he was reading it, though he’d never admit that to anyone but Virgil - and it said Alice In Wonderland across the cover in shiny gold letters. It was a bigger book than Virgil would normally read, but Logan had no such reservations about whether he could pick up the books he read or not.

“I’wl cwimb it!” Logan snapped at Trevor. He shook Virgil’s hand off his sleeve and approached the tree. Virgil watched silently, wishing he make Logan stop it and come look at an inch worm with him. He was going to fall out of the tree and get hurt. Or embarrass himself.

Really, thought Virgil, why not both?

Logan approached the tree with the confidence of an eight-year-old who knew everything (meaning, every eight-year-old with the possible exception of Virgil, though he did have his own moments of hubris.) Logan proceeded to jump up, and his fingers barely scraped the lowest branch. He glared up at it, and tried to just stick to the tree with one hand while reaching with the other. He still couldn’t quite get there.

“V, he’p me,” Logan muttered, still straining. The rest of the kids were giggling even more now, and Virgil really didn’t want to contribute to Logan getting hurt, but Virgil also knew that he couldn’t just not climb the tree after he said he would. He’d be embarrassed in front of all the others, and maybe they would make fun of him for that, too.

So Virgil went to the tree and curled up on all fours with the book cradled between his chest and his knees. He knew that Logan would kill him if the book got damaged at all in this whole ordeal. He let the grasshopper, Mrs. Legs, go. He didn’t want to accidentally squish her. Then, Logan stepped onto Virgil’s back, and Virgil’s spine felt like it would snap under the pressure of Logan’s hard shoes. The weight disappeared and Virgil looked up. Logan had pulled himself onto the first branch, and was now far more easily hoisting himself into the tree.

Perhaps the branches weren’t as far apart as Virgil had thought they were.

“You cheated!” Trevor yelled, and he pushed Virgil over as he stomped up to the tree. “You cheated! You cheated!” he chanted. Virgil sat up from the ground, glaring at anybody who looked like they might join in the chant. Virgil wished Percy was with him. She was a lot better at talking to people and standing up for the people she cared about.

Then again, Percy probably would have egged Logan on.

“I did not!” Logan called from a hundred feet high. “You never-” Logan screamed as he fell out of the tree. Lo hit the ground with a crack, and he was still whimpering and crying. Virgil rushed forward to see Logan, and the rest of the kids scattered.

“L? Are you okay? Are you hurt?” Virgil tried to sit Logan up, but he screamed again, and Virgil almost started crying, too. He backed up a little, but put a hand on Logan’s back, trying to remember what Dad did when Virgil got hurt.

Usually, he would kiss the boo-boo, and then he’d get a bandaid. So, Virgil just had to find Logan’s boo-boo, and he could kiss it better. He didn’t have any bandaids, but maybe it wouldn’t need one?

“Lolo? Are-are you hurt?” Virgil mumbled. This time, Logan let Virgil sit him up.

“Muh-my uh-uh-arm hu-uwts, V.” Tears ran down Logan’s face, and Virgil wanted to help him, but he couldn’t quite staring at his arm.

His arm wasn’t supposed to bend like that, was it?

“We-we gotta get a teacher,” Virgil said quietly.

Together, they stumbled to a teacher, and the teacher looked terrified. After that, it was a blur of activity that Virgil and Logan didn’t quite follow. Logan cried the whole time, and then there was a really loud, white car that came up and two grown ups who jumped out and then they were putting Logan in the back of the car, too. Virgil tried to follow, but they were pulling him back, and then Logan and him were both screaming. There was about a minute of pure terror when Virgil and Logan thought that they were going to be separated.

Eventually, they let Virgil get in too. It was stressing Logan out too much, they said, and it would just be easier to let both boys go. As he was pulled in, Virgil vaguely remembered that Dad told him he wasn’t supposed to get in a stranger’s car, but it was too late. Virgil couldn’t just leave Logan in the car by himself, besides. Virgil was Logan’s older brother, and he was supposed to protect him.

When they got to the hospital, Dad was there, and there were tears in his eyes, but he just held Logan’s hand as they rushed him all over the place and a lot of stuff happened. Virgil wasn’t sure what exactly was happening, he just knew that it was bad. Logan was hurt and he was crying a lot still, and Virgil decided right then and there that he hated hospitals.

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By the time Dad finally took them home, Logan was sleeping and there was a weird blue cast on his arm and all of his tears had dried up. Dad didn’t say much on the way home, and Virgil didn’t mind. He was really sleepy too, he just had to make sure they got home safe before he could sleep. Nothing else could happen to Logan today.

This was already Virgil’s fault.

Dad carried Logan in, and Virgil followed on his heels. Once Logan was cuddled up on his purple pillow, Virgil looked at his Dad.

“He’s gonna be okay, right?” Dad jumped, and when he faced Virgil, he looked tired. There was a smile on his face, though. Things couldn’t be that bad if Dad was still smiling.

“Yeah, kiddo. He’s gonna be just fine.” Dad hesitated. “His arm was broken, Virgil. So he’s going to have to wear the cast for a while so that it heals right. Do you understand?” Virgil nodded. He thought he understood. It made sense, anyway. “Okay. Virge, you said he fell out of a tree. Do you know why he was climbing it?”

“He said he couldn’t do it, and they were fighting all day, so Logan got mad. He-he-” Virgil was starting to breathe funny, and he thought he might cry again.

“It’s okay, kiddo. It’s alright. Just take deep breaths. I’m not mad, Virge. I just want to know what happened, okay?”

After a couple minutes of Dad calming Virgil down, Virgil finally told him. “Trevor kept starting fights with Logan all day, and then at recess, he said that Logan couldn’t climb the tree. But Logan was really mad, so he did, and I helped him when I knew he would get hurt and I shouldn’t have I’m really sorry I-”

“Woah woah woah.” Dad put a soothing hand on Virgil’s back, and then he picked him up and carried him to the kitchen. Dad set Virgil on the counter, something that drove Logan insane, and started preparing some ice cream. “Virgil, listen to me. What happened is not your fault.”

“But I-”

“No, Virge. You might have thought Logan was going to get hurt, but you didn’t know. And if Logan was angry, do you really think he would have left the tree for anything?” Virgil shook his head. “It’s not your fault, kiddo. I promise. Logan doesn’t blame you, I don’t blame you, and you shouldn’t blame yourself. Logan was going to climb that tree either way.” Then, Dad smiled. “Besides, kiddo, you got Lolo to the teacher and you stayed with him the whole time and kept him calm. I’m really proud of you. You did really good.” Dad handed Virgil a bowl of ice cream in a suspicious shade of blue with cookie dough in it. “It’s alright, Virgil. You did the best you could, and you protected your brother. That’s all I’ve ever asked of you.”

Virgil ate his ice cream a little too quickly, and he got brain freeze part way through. But he knew the quicker he ate, the sooner he go see Logan. Even if Logan was still sleeping. Virgil didn’t really care what Logan was doing, he just wanted his brother.

By nine o’clock, Virgil had crawled into Logan’s bed with his blankets and pillow. He snuggled up to Logan’s not-broken arm, and Logan curled toward him. They stayed in that position all night.

As a matter of fact, Logan did not go to school for the rest of the week (two days) (despite his protests. Logan liked school, for some reason). Virgil refused to move from his spot by Logan’s side, bringing him toys and books and games and whatever else Logan wanted to pass the time. They both got tons of make-up work which Logan rejoiced in completing and which Virgil debated the merits of not doing at all.

Come Monday, though, they were both due back at school. Much to Virgil’s relief, Trevor didn’t say anything to them. For the most part, things were peaceful. They did math and they did some reading, and then, right before lunch, the teacher had everybody line-up so they could sign Logan’s cast with sharpies. Despite the fact that Logan did not want everybody to sign his cast with sharpies.

But the teacher said he had to be nice or something of the sort, and while Logan heartily disagreed, he didn’t get much of a say in the matter. So he stood, mostly without complaint, and let the other kids write weird things on his cast that were probably meant to be funny in whatever nonsensical language it seemed all the other kids spoke. He didn’t quite get it, and he really wasn’t sure if Virgil understood it or not, but he and Virgil had their own language, so Logan didn’t really feel like he was missing out on anything important.

Finally, when it was all said and done, the teacher took their class to the lunch room. Virgil and Logan always sat together, and sometimes Johnny or Maddie or Gina sat with them. Logan liked those days a lot because Maddie knew more about dinosaurs than Logan did and Gina always had really cool snacks she shared with them. Johnny usually made a giant mess of his pudding, and it always made Virgil laugh so hard he cried.

But today it was just Logan and Virgil. Virgil was helping Logan open containers and eat his food, and forgetting to eat his own food in the process. Once everything was set out, Logan pushed Virgil back to his own food and demanded that Virgil eat, too. Logan felt very lucky that Virgil didn’t have to feed him because it was his right arm that was broken. Logan, unlike Virgil, was left-handed, which tended to make life harder. At least this didn’t change that much.

Logan was eating the grapes Dad had cut in half for him, and listening to Virgil mumble about math under his breath. He wasn’t a fan of multiplication, but division made absolutely no sense. They said it was like multiplication, but backward. You can’t do multiplication backward! That’s not how it works.

Normally, Logan would be reading while he ate, half-listening to Virgil’s rants. However, it required all his available appendages to eat.

Actually, that wasn’t quite right. His legs weren’t doing anything important. If he really tried, he could hold his book open with his feet. But then he’d get shoe prints on his book, which was unacceptable, really. Especially after what had happened to Alice in Wonderland last week. So he’d have to take his shoes off. That might work, but would he be able to eat if he was staring at the ground? Probably not, and Dad always said that he shouldn’t hold his food over his books.

While Logan wondered whether going shoeless was worth the cost, Virgil had stopped mumbling about math and was looking over at Trevor, who kept looking at Logan and laughing. Virgil wanted to make Trevor leave them alone, but he wasn’t sure how. Words didn’t work with morons - that was Logan’s favorite word to describe Trevor. Dad was horrified that Logan would call anybody that and that Logan had even known the word. Lo didn’t say it in front of Dad anymore. Virgil also knew he could never fight Trevor. Trevor was tall; a lot taller than Virgil, who was rather small for their age. So was Logan.

Virgil got so lost in his thoughts about Trevor that it took hearing a sniffle to pull him out of it. He looked over at his little brother, and Logan was staring down at his cast with tears in his eyes. Virgil was immediately alarmed.

“Logan? Does your arm hurt?” That’s what Dad had been asking Lo all weekend, and Virgil figured that it was a good place to start. Dad was really good at making things better, and knowing what was wrong.

Except, Logan didn’t say anything. His lips trembled like he was going to start crying, and he showed Virgil his cast. Virgil started reading all the words on it, and then he saw it. The shaky, nasty handwriting that said ‘your stuped.’

Virgil knew exactly who had written that.

“You’re not stupid, L,” Virgil mumbled, pulling Logan into a hug. Logan sat and trembled against Virgil, blue cast that Logan had liked so much resting awkwardly on the table, as far away as Logan could get it.

Logan wished he hadn’t climbed the tree. He wished he hadn’t fallen and that it hadn’t hurt so bad and he wished that Trevor would just leave him alone. Logan wished he was at home with Dad instead of at school.

“It’s okay, Lolo,” Virgil said. He let go of Logan when he started squirming, and he gave Logan his napkin. Logan wiped his face off, and stared at the words branded into his cast.

Then, suddenly, Virgil was getting up and walking down their table. Logan watched after Virgil, shocked. They weren’t allowed to get up during lunchtime, and Virgil never broke the rules. He was too scared of getting yelled at. Not anymore, apparently, because Virgil didn’t hesitate to walk right up to Trevor, and Logan knew exactly what was going to happen next.

“You called my brother stupid and you made him fall out of a tree. You make fun of him because he can’t say some of his letters right,” Logan barely heard Virgil say. Virgil was glowering at Trevor, and Logan had never seen him so mad. “I hate you,” Virgil hissed. Then, he jumped on Trevor.

It took approximately five seconds for the lunch monitors to notice the brawl Virgil had initiated and in those five seconds, things hadn’t gone great for Virgil. Trevor was so much bigger that Virgil hadn’t ever had a chance, but that didn’t mean that he didn’t give it his all. While Logan watched, stunned, a word came into his mind to describe his brother: feral. He’d learned it recently, because Virgil wanted to pet stray cats and Dad always wanted to pet dogs on the street, but they weren’t allowed to pet the feral ones. That meant they were wild, and they could hurt you.

Logan jumped as a couple of teachers pulled them apart. Virgil’s lip was bleeding, but he kept struggling and hissing against the teacher, trying to get back to Trevor, who actually looked scared. They were both pulled into the office, and Logan ran after them. The teachers didn’t even try to stop him. By this point, they knew better than to separate Logan and Virgil.

Logan did his best to make sure Virgil was okay. When they said they’d be calling their parents, Virgil had immediately become so scared that Dad would be mad at him that he couldn’t breathe. Logan didn’t know how to help, but he got as close to Virgil as he could and, when that wasn’t close enough, they had moved to the floor. Logan and Virgil sat on the floor of the lobby, curled up together, and waited for their Dad to arrive.

It turned out, Virgil had nothing to be afraid of. Once all three boys, Dad, and Trevor’s parents were in the office, the principal asked what happened. Trevor immediately tried telling everything in his own twisted way, and Virgil didn’t say a thing. After Trevor’s over-dramatised (Logan learned that word from their teacher, who liked giving him ‘challenge vocabulary’ because Logan was smart) retelling, the principal looked to Virgil.

“What do you have to say, young man?” And Virgil said nothing. He stared at the principal, eyes wide and face pale, and he didn’t say a thing. Logan knew sometimes it was hard for Virgil to remember how to talk, and that sometimes the words Virgil needed weren’t there. So Logan opened his mouth instead.

And promptly got shut down.

“I was asking your brother,” the principal said, silencing Logan. And then Dad got involved.

“I’ll thank you to be a little kinder to my children,” Dad said quietly. Then, he crouched in front of Virgil.

“What happened, kiddo? I’m not mad, but I need to know what happened, okay?” Virgil nodded.

“H-he. . .he wrote on-uhm, he-”

“Oh, for god’s sake!” shouted Trevor’s dad. “The boy can’t even speak. He attacked our son, and our son defended himself. It’s as simple as that. Quit dragging out all this nonsense!”

Dad spun around and stood so quickly Logan almost got whiplash. “Do not speak to or about my children like that.” Logan had never seen Dad look so mad before. Not when Logan and Virgil got in fights, or when they broke something, or when something went bad at the bakery. Logan had absolutely never seen the look on his Dad’s face on his Dad’s face before. “You will let him speak, and he will take as much time as he needs.” Dad turned back to Virgil. His voice was much softer when he said, “What happened, Virgil?”

“The-the teacher muh-made everybody sign-they signed his-cast? And-and he wrote something m-mean,” Virgil whispered. He went quiet again, and Dad directed his eyes toward Logan.

“Can you show me, kiddo?” Logan nodded and lifted his cast, pointing at the offending phrase. Dad leaned down and read what was written there. His eyes looked angry, and Logan had to remind himself that it wasn’t directed at him.

“Logan, is this the same boy who made you fall out of the tree?”  Dad asked. Logan nodded. “Is this the one who was making fun of you earlier this year?” Logan nodded. Dad faced the principal, and looking back, this would be a defining moment for Logan. This is the moment that Logan realized his Dad was not always happy and was, in fact, very very capable of anger. When retelling this story to an older brother and a younger brother he does not yet have, Logan would describe what Dad did as ‘raining down the fires of hell.’ Because, at the end of that meeting, Trevor was no longer in their class, Trevor’s parents had tried to pay for half of Logan’s doctor bill and been denied on account of the fact that Dad did not want anything to do with them. Virgil was suspended for the rest of the week, as was policy for first fights, and so was Trevor. Dad hadn’t objected to the suspension, because they shouldn’t have been fighting, but he also defended that his son had been protecting his brother in the only way immediately available.

At the end of the day, things had turned out okay. Virgil wasn’t in trouble at home, and though Logan wanted to, he wasn’t allowed to stay home with Virgil. He brought Virgil’s make-up work home everyday, and they both got a very stern talking to about fighting once they got home that day.

When Virgil did finally go back to school, he was a bit of a celebrity amongst the other kids, and especially with the ones that Trevor had targeted. Trevor didn’t bother either of them or anyone else for the rest of the school year, and his mom got a new job that summer and they moved away. Logan was glad that he never had to see Trevor again, and he was glad that Virgil didn’t either.

Things did calm down for them, and everything went back to normal, but better. Logan wasn’t getting picked on anymore, and Virgil had drawn on Logan’s cast so that the words Trevor had written were covered up by a whole galaxy. So were a lot of things the other kids wrote, but Logan hadn’t wanted those on his cast to start. It looked a lot cooler now, he thought, even if the purple glitter glue was a little overboard.

When Virgil and Logan looked back on this story in their history, and when they told anyone else what happened, no one quite believed that their Dad, happy pappy Patton of the Sweet Stuff bakery, had torn their principal a new one for the bullying they had tried to put a stop to before. And no one quite believed that Virgil, anxious and quiet Virgil who never really got a handle on his words, could’ve said all that or gotten in a fight. Even to Virgil and Logan, sometimes, it seemed surreal. But it was real, and it was one of the many times in their lives when their family had come through for them.

Logan wouldn’t trade it (or them) for anything.

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BTS as (weird) babies in your daycare

Kim Seokjin

The oldest of the bunch

brings two designer brand lunchboxes in to school

his lunches cost more than yours do

he eats all his food and then will go around the lunch table asking the others for small bites of their meal and they usually give in to him because he shouts “but we’re BROTHERS >:O” if they say no the first time around

the one that likes to take you by the hand while you’re in the middle of paperwork or something and bring you to see that castle he was working on

you compliment him on it and then you’re dismissed like:

“Wow jin that’s a great castle you did a great job stacking the blocks”

“Thank you teacher can you leave now?”

And you go back to your paperwork feeling kind of small before you remember that you are more than a decade older than the tiny child that sent you away

not the bossiest child (that’s jimin) but is a close second

is the most catalogue looking child you’ve ever seen

when you’re bored in the classroom during naptime and you play with your phone, he’s the one who only slept for 20 minutes

he then proceeds to come over and sit in your lap for a chance to play with your phone

You open up snapchat and play with the filters with him in the dimmed playroom and listen to his little chime-like giggles

his selfies are 80x cuter than yours before the filters and when the little dog ears come out to play you have no chance

Always brags about his older brother being able to use shoes “with no velcRO and long LONG lOng stringlaces” (=shoelaces)

hoseok always yells back that there’s no such thing as shoes without velcro “unless youre a growned-up and your hyung isn’t a growned-up i saw him at the park hes just a kid too!!”

Always brings in crafts that he made with his au pair for the class

currently has an obsession with hearts so he has been bringing in crudely cut heart shaped cut outs with scribbly stick figures on them

everyone got one, even you

he also made sure to draw himself into everyone’s heart as well

in the one he made for you its clear he drew himself first because he’s normal sized and you’re gigantic and bending horrifically around the edge of the heart because he didn’t plan the spacing well 

Also brings in the best group snacks when its a holiday or his birthday

cries when you tell him its not okay to sit on the other boys when they bother him

Always wants to be your helper and repeat what you just said to the class like he’s your assistant he is SUCH a teacher’s pet

“can i be teacher jinnie?”

“ummmmmm...not right now, maybe later okay?”

“oh...When im bigger???”

“uh Yes! when youre bigger”

“okay....Teacher im bigger now”

gives you wet cheek kisses :’)

He has the CUTEST laugh and when he laughs you laugh because its one of those rolling baby laughs that just doesn’t stop and you find yourself chasing him around the playroom to hear his giggle even though your feet hurt

drinks more milk than anyone in the class

as a result he has the NASTIEST farts

Min Yoongi

The one who has been coming the longest but still takes a good 45 minutes to stop sulking after being dropped off before he’s in the mood to play

will legit stand by the window to watch his mom drop him off every fucking morning like he doesn’t know where she’s going and if she’s coming back

when you come over to see if he’ll play with the other kids, he just turns and pouts at you and whines a little and turns back to the window

When he’s not in a funk though he is the most mature kiddo

Plays the best by himself, and is very simply entertained

brought in some homemade maracas for his show and tell day

it was literally just a recycled cardboard container with dried beans in it that he had scribbled all over with 40 different markers

keeps calling it “makaka”, you try not to laugh you fail

he just sat on the edge of the rug in the playroom and shook the box of beans softly to himself for an hour

when the shaking stopped you came over to see if he was alright and you realize he fell asleep

is surprisingly chatty

probably has the best vocabulary or is tied with joon

but also probably ahead of joon in terms of working vocab because while joon knows how to use “extraordinary” he also can’t grasp what the slide is called and yoongi has him beat there

ALWAYS FALLS ASLEEP first

sometimes will ask if he can start nap time early and drags the pillow and blanket the parents bring in from home up to your desk to make a more convincing argument

is always patient zero and gets fevers really easliy

when that happens you have to carry him around while you putter through the classroom and rub his back while he sleeps it off

you have to shush the other kids while he sleeps because theyre always so loud when they ask “Is Yoongi SICK???? :(”

he sleeps in your lap during nap time on those days and you stroke his fat fever-rosy cheeks when he whines in his sleep from the heat

cries whenever taehyung says his drawings are ugly

but they are, especially if he draws you 

theres always this weird expression on your face and sometimes you think about it when youre up late at night and then you cant sleep

is full of full facts about insects because his dad reads about them before bed

and is apparently always at the library

you saw him there once and he almost exploded because what are you doing outside the school

“teacher what are you going here”

“i came to get some books just like you”

“but i thought you couldn’t leave the school”

“i can leave the school...”

“wont you get a time out?”

“um no sweetie”

Yoongi has a huge sweet tooth and gets super excited on fridays when his mom packs him like chocolate milk or something 

can never open the little carton so he brings it to you and just vibrate next to you until you poke the straw in

pretty sure you saw his eyes roll into the back of his head once while drinking it

has fallen asleep with the carton in his hands on multiple occasions

HAS THE SWEETEST BABY LISP YOU’VE EVER HEARD

when you bring your guitar in for music days he sits at the front and listens SUPER intently and always tries to come over and touch it while you’re playing so have to be like

“yoongi, sweetie, please sit down”

“um okay. teacher ? im gonna play the giddar too okay?”

“while I’m playing it?”

“Yeah :)”

“no yoongi.”

“Okay...teacher?” REPEAT 1-6

Jung Hoseok

This kid is all over the place oh my god

srsly he is always tripping on shit because he is always running

and his jeans are a little too long because they're hand me downs from his sister and he refuses to let his dad put a belt on him in the morning

loves to hold hands but his hands are always so so so sticky

like wtf

he will want to hold your hand during walking field trips and you want to just yank your hand away and wipe it on your jeans and douse it in hot water but you don’t because he loves to hold hands and his hand is small and soft and warm and you don’t want to hurt his feelings :’(

you compromise by helping him when he’s at the sink and make sure he uses soap

probably the one who won’t stop putting his hands down his pullups

not in a weird way but in that way where kids will develop some weird habit/quirk that they do on autopilot for comfort

He probably tests your patience the most because is also: THE LOUDEST

he is that kid that screams bloody fucking murder when you turn the lights off for naptime,  every day :)

but not to be funny because he’s scared of the dark

he was originally placed somewhere else but he kept getting up in the middle of nap time to drag his blanket and pillow over to you to sleep nearby

when you asked him what he was doing he said that he sleeps near his big sister when he gets scared and you have to bite your knuckle not to cry when you realize he counts you too

Speaking of big sister, dawon goes to the day care for older kids on the floor above ur classroom

sometimes the teacher upstairs will let her come down to say hi

she stands by the doorway and watches him play with stuffed animals for a few minutes before going “hooooooobiiiiiiiiiii” and he drops everything to run over and she pets his hair and asks if he’s being good in that way where you can tell kids are parroting some random adult 

tbh this is your least favorite time of the day because he always wails because she can’t stay but he really misses his big sis and makes you tear up a little too

Sometimes another teacher will come in for “Body Time” and does yoga stretches with the kids

hobi is such a whiz at body time and always does the stretches with a surprising amount of control

its probably his second favorite thing next to running in literal circles in the tall grass during outside time in the spring

He’s a bit of a perfectionist because if you move his dominoes out of the little rows he made, even by just a fraction of a millimeter he. will. lose it.

Also won’t eat food that touches or crusts of bread or fruit skins

but he will eat orange slices without fail as long as you “make them into pieces first teacher :’(”

always gets stung by bees?????

because: yoongi likes bees a lot, he thinks theyre cute and interesting and he always takes hoseok by the hand to the nearest hive to tell him facts and point at things with a pudgy finger

but you’ve told the kids time and time again not to go near beehives but yoongi loves bees too much and hobi startles easily and either jostles the hive or pisses off a nearby bee

Kim Namjoon

Is the only one that can read

you were super shocked when you came over to him one day looking intensely at a book and he was confused and you were like

“what’s the matter, joonie”

“i can’t find the kittens in the picture”

“What kittens” and you read the little blurb on the page and see the word mittens and you’re like oh shit he can kinda read

so now you make sure he reads a different book from the bookshelf each day

jimin is always demanding to be read to and joon is happy to do it even when jimin switches pages on him in the middle of the book or asks to start over or start another book

Has those little baby glasses that tie behind his head so he can see

he always drops them though because he fiddles with the tie in the back and they get too loose throughout the day

He’s one of the more affectionate kids in class and will cling to your leg when he’s having a rough day

doesn’t want you to pick him up unless you’re sitting because he’s scared of heights

will sit on your lap any time its free though

often competes for lap space with kookie and often loses because kookie runs faster or joon will fall because this is joon we’re talking about

hes a good sport about it and stands next to you and asks kookie when his turn is next very sweetly

No surprise but namjoonie is always falling

but he never gets majorly hurt

maybe he scrapes a knee or a hand or something minor

he doesn’t cry much either hes a tough cookie!!

he’ll tell you a fact about prehistoric jellyfish with a wavering voice and watery eyes while you put his bandaid on

Baby Joon LOVES LVOES LVOES apple sauce

he cannot get enough of it and MANY of the stains on his little cords (his favorite clothing item) are apple sauce stains

Namjoon is sadly that kid that will eat anything though so you’re constantly watching him to make sure he doesn’t eat anything deadly

when he’s being too quiet or still in the corner of your vision you walk up quietly behind him and just stick a hand out and he spits whatever it is into the napkin in your palm with a goofy smile

eats his boogers probly :(

Joons mom always brings little treats for you because she was worreid that he would be bullied or isolated when she first enrolled him in the class but he’s doing well and she’s glad for the atmosphere you’ve set up

sometimes she sends him in with your treat if she’s too busy in the morning so he’ll totter in with his glasses and what looks like some homemade cake and your can’t help but scoop him up and plant a kiss on his cheek and tell him to tell his mom thank you

his best friend is probably jin because jin knows the alphabet and appreciates namjoon’s knowledge

jin helps joon get over his fear of the swings, but he’s still scared of heights i assure you he will start to wail if you take his feet too high off the ground

cries when he spills his apple sauce which is often but he always has a spare

 but! you’re not sure if his mom packs it because he loves it so much or because he’s bound to drop one

Park Jimin

When he first came in to school you gasped because those cheeks were a gift from above and the little always-there pout was so cute

he lives for praise, he is such a ham and he loves the way the old ladies at the front desk always try to bribe him with candy for a cheek pinch

he’s a shrewd little business man and won’t let anyone touch his cheeks for less than 2 soft caramels

Park Jimin is as bossy as they come

but everyone in the classroom has no problem with it except maybe you sometimes

he is always going “Teacher! Come here!” from somewhere in the room and you always have to go “You want to try that again, Park Jimin?” and he goes “Teacher! PWEASE come here!” and ur like...ok

Fairly independent

his dad assured you he knows how to cut with regular scissors but jimin continues to use the kiddie scissors and then act like he can’t do it and blink up at you for help

he just wants you to watch him do it

can also put on his own snowsuit without help but still wants you to do it for him because he LIVES for the personal attention

Is a tiny bit violent?

will yell really loud if you take his truck or his dino dolly

or if you make him try to take off his favorite faux cowhide sweater when its time to paint

never hits/kicks/bites tho

the one time it looked like he might hit jungkook you were there in an instant to pull him away and give him a calm and quiet but stern lecture about why his hands are not for hitting or hurting

he had frustrated tears welling up in his eyes when you brought him back to JK and had him use his words

“Kookie, I dont like when you take my toys when im still playin wif dem”

JK: *is preverbal*

and you pry the toy out of jungkook’s freakishly strong baby grip and return it to jk

Jimin’s best friend is probably tae

their moms are friends and they regularly have play dates at each other’s houses

sometimes they come in together in the mornings if one mom is busier than the other

they sleep next to each other during nap time

Chim cries when he can’t sit next to tae during snack time

Has a very adult palate for a baby

i.e. he loves vegetables

is kind of nosy and will come over to your desk when you open your lunch bag and ask to see the vegetables

you make sure to always pack a veggie because the one time you didn’t his eyes widened and he said “mama says you die if you dont eat no veg-ables”

asks if everything is a “veg-able”

jimin: *points to sandwich* veg-able?

you: no

jimin: *points to kimbap/turkey leg/piece of cake/bag of chips/an apple* veg-able?

you:....no

if you did bring a veggie that he doesn’t already have in his lunch, he’ll ask for a bite

normally you have to tell kids no when they ask for your food because you’d end up with everyone asking for a bite and no lunch, but no one else likes veggies in the class. 

so sometimes you slip a sliced cucumber to him and he holds it in two hands and runs back to his spot to eat it and then comes back like an outdoor cat looking for more food

Has a lovely singing voice

its high and pretty, kind of angelic and he tells you that he sings for his grandma a lot

you praise his singing so naturally he loves music day too and if you sing a song he sings with his mom at home he gets so excited

yoongi is enthralled when jimin knows the words to a “teacher song” before its been taught to the class

Kim Taehyung

idk why this is so pertinent to my idealization of him as a child BUT: Has the biggest head out of anyone in the classroom sorry

is so so so cute, might even be your favorite..

he’s super agreeable

loves to cuddle, eat all his food in his little stackable lunch containers, naps well, plays nicely with others, listens pretty well

BUT

he always pees himself :(

and you don’t understand it because his dad came in and bragged about how much of a big boi his son is at home in the bathroom using the toilet but at school? NOPE

he has like 8 changes on clothes for this reason

you can always tells when he’s about to pee himself because

he stands in the middle of the room and just goes “sorry teacher” really softly

your heart breaks when you hear how sad he is that he wet himself but you’re also a little irate because you’re convinced no one deals with as much pee as you do

you give him the talk every time which consists of your wriggling him into some ridiculous pink overalls while trying to make eye contact with him so you can tell him that when he feels like he has to go, he can just go to the potty

Tae carries a blanket around at all times!!!!!

he takes it everywhere with him and uses a different one to cover him up during nap time.

cries on the days that his dad drops him off without it because it has to be washed

the blanket was purple at one point but now it is straight up grey-brown

is surprisingly good at walking/running with it and not tripping on it

Jimin  started calling him tata

so now everyone calls him tata

Is probably the class sweetheart as well

when he’s out sick, literally everyone goes “where’s tata” at random times of the day even though you went over who was “at school” and who was “at home” and said he was at home

tae is so so so so good at drawing its crazy

hes way above his age grade in terms of drawing BUT he has a little trouble getting a pencil into his grip 

so you have to help him finagle it into his little hand but once he does WOOO here comes a dragon with you on its back holding a big ol sword

Is that one kid who manages to run around naked the most

its probably because you’re always in the middle of changing him when someone else distracts you and you turn around and all of the sudden he’s naked as the day he was born from the belly button and waddling back to where jimin is playing with flubber on the rug

you have to run over and scoop him up but also hold him at arms length because hello? pee?

he thinks this is hilarious and flaps his arms like hes flying

Everyone kisses tae

like when the kids get to that stage where they all try to kiss each other because their parents probably kiss them and they're like imitating their parents

everyone goes for tae

he takes it like a champ

but his face is probably v sticky after wards so you pull him over and take a wet wipe to his face

might ask you for a kiss and you place one on his LARGE forehead lol

His grandma comes in often with dolls she made for the class

tae shows them off proudly during his show and tell days and makes sure everyone plays nicely with them or theyll break because theyre normally made from soft yarn

He has a major thing for stickers and is always asking you for stickers to adorn his whole body with 

you are constantly telling him to take stickers off his face and sometimes he puts them on his eyebrow and you sigh because crying is inevitable at that point

you have limited him to 3 stickers on any given day and they go on a piece of paper labeled “Taehyung’s Tata’s stickers”

was mad when you tried to write his full name on the paper because he is tata at school >: (

Jeon Jungkook

the youngest! a true baby

when he first came to the classroom he was right in the middle in terms of age so like he technically aged out of the nursery down the hall but he wasn’t at the normal age minimum to enter your classroom and you were like Ummmmm i guess he can come? because you didn’t have very many kids so what’s one more right?

Started walking and running in the same day during his first week at the classroom!!!

you were worried he’d be too small to keep up with the other kids and might be hurt with their type of play but nope

he was constantly crawling after them trying to keep up until one day he just...stood up and you were like omg and pulled your phone up

when his parents came to pick him up you showed them the video and his dad cried

Now he’s the fastest runner in the class

he doesn’t really talk yet

hes still preverbal but you can tell he gets whats going on around him

the others are good about it

although you did have to have a day where you addressed the question they kept asking you

“Why doesn’t kookie have words?”

“he’s too little. but he’ll talk when he’s ready”

it was a short talk

He knows two words

no and something that is the approximation of hyung but you’re not certain

if he wants your specific attention he just goes “AH” really loud

says no to everything even when he means yes

this means that when you ask him if he wants to eat snack he says no and then cries when you put his lunchbox away thinking he may actually not be hungry

despite being the best at toddling, he always wants to picked up

he is such a teacher’s pet its crazy

its probably the one piece of evidence that he is the least mature of the group

and also because he misses the presence of his mom

he will settle for sitting in your lap when you’re at your desk

or when you’re trying to read to the group during “carpet reading time”

he will try to turn the pages for you but it took him a while to realize you weren’t always done reading when he turned a page and you’d have to fight him to turn the page back so you could finish

now he waits for you to say “you can turn the page now kook”

He is so so so shy omg

if a teacher from another classroom comes by to borrow something, they naturally try to come over and say hi to the one kid who you’re carrying on your hip or sitting in your lap and he just turns and smushes his face into your armpit until he suspects they’ve left

he does, however, have a weird obsession with the handyman that comes in to repair that one tricky light in the back of the art closet

kook will stare at him until he leaves and its cute because he’ll leave your lap or whine to be put down and toddle over to watch him work from a “reasonable distance”

the repairman is kind of gruff looking but he always turns and spots kook watching him like 8^O and will snort

one time he handed kook a rubber band that he had in his breast pocket and kook kept it clutched in his little hand all day

actually waves goodbye when he leaves its so precious

Kook is very sensitive to touch and stuff

so in the winter when he has to wear layers he cries a lot if the t-shirt under his sweater bunches up the wrong way

like he’s so finicky about tactile stuff

he can’t have bare feet ever

wears slippers all year, even in the summer

also cries if the classroom gets too loud and covers his ears

you think maybe he may have some sort of sensory sensitivity

won’t eat the bananas in his lunch unless you mash them with a fork for him

cried when you cut open a pumpkin to show the kids the seeds inside and later roast them because the smell was too strong for him

you had to put a tiny face mask on him to get him to calm down and he resembled a ninja turtle the whole day

He loves hobi very much and is always super giggly when hobi pays extra attention to him

always follows him around and is constantly bumping his nose on hobi’s back because he follows him THAT CLOSELY

always fights with jin

meaning he constantly swipes toys out of his hands and then sometimes gets sat on as punishment and cries until you heft jin off him

you don’t know why they always fight

is so good at hidden item picture books like Ispy

you will zoom through them because he finds everything immediately and you wonder if maybe hes a genius

you had a hunch one day and put him down in front of a 400 piece puzzle and he did a surprisingly good chunk of it in the span of the school day and went straight to it the next day

I was trying so hard to write this and couldnt think of anything and then i remembered yesterday that my friemd Worked in a daycare for the last three years??? so a lot of this is real life stuff which is funny but also really extra

all pics are from weheartit...

[rhiannon-a-christy]

If Tomorrow Never Comes ::: Part 1

 The world around Darcy was silent but for the chirping of birds and the distant roar of cars traveling down the old dirt road. There was a chill in the air that wasn’t just from the dense fog hanging heavy over the field. Darcy pulled her jacket tighter around herself, hoping that the old leather would somehow block out the cold and despair filling her up.

  Jane watched from the car, her back pressed against the rusted metal. She sighed as her friend trudged through the tall weeds in a pair of worn blue jeans.

   “You don’t have to do this, you know.” Jane had tried to talk the younger woman out of coming, but Darcy would hear nothing of it.

   “I have to see it… I… Jane you don’t understand, I just have to.” Darcy had spent weeks trying to explain this to her friend after she had returned, but how could Jane ever understand? She hadn’t been the one to go, she hadn’t been the one to lose her heart… and lose everything.

   Ignoring Jane, Darcy walked the last few yards. The toe of her boot tapped against the edge of a stone sticking up from out of the weeds. She swallowed down the lump forming in her throat and crouched down to run her fingers over the stone. It had once been swept clean, the weeds curling around it plucked away. But over a hundred years had whittled away at the rock, now she could barely make out the two names that had been roughly carved into it.

   Forcing away the tears she stood and walked around the house. The years had not been kind to it, the roof had fallen in long ago and the thick wood walls had pitted and splintered with age. What windows were still intact, were encrusted with a thick layer of grime. She desired nothing more than to step beyond the threshold and walk the steps of a life long ago, but she knew the floorboards would be just as rotted as the roof.

   Rounding the side of the house she came to a stop. The window, built a bit lower down than the others, led into the kitchen. It had been one of the busiest rooms in the house, always filled with the aroma of fresh baked pie and bread. He used to come in after a long day on the ranch, make teasing comments about the heat and the lack of a need for clothing, steal a biscuit and plop himself down at the table.

   Darcy pressed her hands into her eyes, willing the images to stop. Maybe Jane had been right, maybe this had been a bad idea. Instead of hightailing it back to the car as she should have, Darcy leaned into the wall and ran the sleeve over the window.

   Through the now dirt smeared glass she could make out several bundles of roses hanging from the ceiling. It had been a habit that had formed during the years. He would bring her flowers from the sparse garden and she would hang them in front of the window to dry. Her favorite blooms would be cut from the brittle stems and placed inside a crystal cut glass box he had brought back from a trip to Boston. She figured the box was probably still sitting on the vanity top in their room. It was where she had left it when… when…

   Darcy pushed away from the wall and rushed back to Jane. After rounding the house her foot caught on the marker stone and she went tumbling to the ground. She stayed in the dirt, her knees burning from the fall. But any pain it caused was nothing to the one she felt in her chest. She took in huge breaths, tears falling without her permission. For the world it had been over a hundred years, but for her it had only been three months.

   What had been the point of it all? Why had this happened to her, why when this was the outcome?

   Since she returned she had often wished that none of it had ever happened. Over and over she had tried to think on how she could have avoided it all. The pain, the heartache.

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   It had all started when she had agreed to spend the holidays with Jane’s family. Of course, Jane hadn’t told her that meant staying in an almost two-hundred-year-old house in the middle of nowhere. The woman conveniently left out her uncle’s old family estate.

   Darcy had been left to her devices for much of the time, what with Jane trying to deal with all her cousins. To alleviate some of her boredom she had gone exploring. This was her first mistake. In the movies wasn’t it always the people that explored old houses on their own that disappeared?

   Her exploring brought her to the upper most room. It had been closed off, everything inside covered in dust and cobwebs. She had marveled at the pretty little trinkets laid out atop an old dresser. The place looked like it hadn’t been touched since the Victorian ages.

   She had run her fingers through the dust, taking time to pick up one item or another. Finally, she came to the closet. Slowly she opened the door, expecting to find old clothes. Instead there was only a lone bundle of dried roses. Behind the brittle flowers was another door. This one bolted shut. For a moment she felt like she had been transported inside one of her favorite books. There was the insane thought that if she stepped through that door she would find herself in Narnia.

   Laughing at the absurdity of it, she reached for the lock. The rusted metal broke apart and fell to the ground with a heavy thud. She had no idea what she expected on the other side, but she was disappointed when all it revealed was a dark, empty storage area.

   She took a step back, turned, and nearly fell on her ass when she noticed the room around her. Everything looked the same as before, only every speck of dust and grime was gone. The whole room looked fresh, as though it had just been cleaned. Impossible of course, or at least that was what Darcy kept saying to herself whenever a new thought rushed through her head.

   From downstairs she could hear laughter and the faint sound of a piano. She blinked. She had remembered an old piano stuffed in the corner of the drawing room, but Jane had said that it hadn’t worked in years. Actually, her uncle had gone off into a story about the damned thing. According to him the last time the piano had been played was back in 1885. It had been at the wedding of a family friend that the piano had been broken, or really shot. The groom had made some rather dangerous enemies, ones that didn’t care about hurting innocents as long as they got their man. Darcy remembered seeing the bullet holes, she had even made an inappropriate joke about holy music.

   The piano music grew louder as the door opened. Darcy blinked as Jane appeared… dressed in a rather frilly dress with her hair piled up in curls atop her head.

   “Oh Darcy, what are you doing hiding away up here? I know you dislike dances, but Papa went out of his way. The least you can do is show up for your own birthday party.” Jane stood in the doorway, gloved hands pressed against her hips.

   Darcy blinked again. Nothing about what just came out of Jane’s mouth made sense. Her father had died years ago, and Darcy’s birthday was months off.

   “And what are you wearing?” Jane looked Darcy up and down, her mouth thin. “You have got to stop stealing the farmhand’s clothes. People will talk. Come on, I’ll help you get ready.”

   Darcy remained silent as Jane dressed and groomed her. She was quiet as the other woman pulled her out of the room and down the stairs. She said nothing as Jane maneuvered her from room to room. But when she was finally pushed into a room filled with various dancing couples she found she could no longer hold her tongue.

  “What the fuck?!”

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   Author’s Note: So, like I really needed to do this. I have so many work in progresses it isn’t funny. But I’ve had a been several weeks and I needed a western au. And so here it is, a different kind of western au. I also might be stuck on the whole Darcy gets transported back in time thing, so have one where she gets sent back to the old west.

   This will not be a long story, maybe three or four parts, and I’m thinking it will be Wintershock, mainly cause I just really want some Wintershock right now. Plus, Cowboy!Bucky! Come on!

   And the part at the beginning with the old house and roses is inspired by a story my grandfather told me. When he was younger, back during the Depression, his family lived with an aunt and uncle of his on their farm. It had been his favorite place, and his favorite aunt. Because of different things they were forced to move. Years later after he was married he returned to the old farm house and looked in the kitchen window. Hanging from the ceiling were two bunches of tea roses. Every year his aunt would gather a bunch of tea roses from the bushes outside the house and hang them in the kitchen and let them dry. They would stay there all year and she would replace them in the summer. The house was all worn down and falling apart as no one cared for it after his aunt and uncle died, but years later those roses still remained in the window. I admit, I cried when he told me the story. I still do.

 This is also inspired by the scary doors in the back of my closet that leads to a creepy dark storage area. Too bad all they actually lead to is lots of wolf spiders and not Cowboy Bucky.

 Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.

[dork-in-a-trenchcoat]

~The Drawing Game~

((As promised, shameless fluffy/angsty Casip drabble for @missfesterworth! Under the cut for length, not for anything inappropriate. It’s a time jump to about season 8, so after the Leviathan arc, crazy Cas, and Purgatory. Enjoy!))

Several moments dragged by, agonizingly slow, before an irritated jingle caught the Angel’s attention from a dim globe on the hotel ceiling; thick with dead moths and dust from years of neglectful cleaning. He waited patiently for the little Fairy to speak, to acknowledge him in some way. From personal experience, it was not the most pleasant way to be brought into another person’s presence. It was, at the moment, a necessary evil.  

“I don’t particularly like being summoned, Castiel. You could have called. Or Wished.” Flip grumbled.

The Angel gave a helpless shrug and held out his hands in a placating manner.

“Understood. Apologies. My cellular phone is not charged and I was unaware of the wishing aspect. Please.” he gestured to a small table beside the mini fridge. “I have some symbols that I need translated, seemingly of Fae origin, and I had no one else to turn to. It’s been… difficult… lately. The Winchester brothers’ faith in me has all but depleted and I want… I need to come up with a win to redeem myself.”

Flip gave the Angel a calculating glare, but fluttered down to the table and paced around the stones to look over their obscure carvings. To an extent, she felt somewhat betrayed herself. It wasn’t as though she kept demanding tabs on her friends, but it had been nearly two years since he’d made contact with her. Texts ignored, usual methods of popping up around other friends had been obsolete.

“Why? You’ve been doing well on your own.” Flip retorted in a passive tone. “Stopped the Apocalypse, ate a slew of souls and Leviathans to ascend to a deity status, and had a stay in a loony bin. Off the radar completely for over a year after that? Busy boy, busy boy. Now your pals are cross with you and suddenly we’re on speaking terms?”

It was highly unusual to encounter the sheer amount of coldness stirring in Flip’s eyes. Castiel had to wonder exactly how she’d come to know all of this information. If she’d been following him, surely she could have been the one to make contact. Why wouldn’t she? Before he could voice such a curiosity it seemed that Flip was keen to bring light to that particular darkness.

“Do you have any idea what it’s been like?” she asked quietly. “To be going about my hunts, picking through people’s bad dreams and finding you as the subject of their horrors? Can you even say that it was the Leviathans poisoning your mind to kill so many Humans, so many Angels? Were these your ambitions? You’re better than that. At least I thought you were. What the hell happened to you, ne?”

He swallowed hard. That explained it. He’d tried so hard to make things right in the world, but as per usual had screwed up mightily. How she must loathe him for the extra work from fresh terrors in the world.

“I don’t know. I don’t know whether it was my own thought process or the influence of the Leviathans. At the root of it, I was trying to gain enough power to affect change for the greater good on a global scale. It was working in the beginning. Since my Father’s disappearance, and the corruption I found in Heaven, I’m just… trying to help. I swear it, I was trying to help.” Castiel replied hoarsely. “You are correct. I am broken. I’ve died multiple times, and I thought that would be the end of it, but something keeps bringing me back. My Father, wherever he is, is likely punishing me with life. I’ve spent the last year or longer in Purgatory to atone, but I doubt if I will ever forgive myself. I know that I have no right to ask for your help. I know. I was ashamed. That’s why I didn’t contact you when I returned.”

So thick was the air with the amount of grief in Castiel’s Heart Signature that Flip was nearly suffocating from it. Maybe now wasn’t the time for snark. With a withering roll of her eyes, more to herself than directed at Cas, she plunked down on the table and dragged the first stone into her lap.

“Dummy,” she muttered, much to Castiel’s great relief. “Pen. Paper.”

The Angel nodded eagerly and yanked open the bedside table. Nothing. Nothing in the dresser, nothing in the entire room.

“Um. There’s a gas station next door. I’ll be right back.”

Before Flip could argue that it would be easier to simply conjure some stationary, or pull ready made sets from a Portal, the trench-coated man was out the door. With a scoff, she flopped on her back and hovered the stones above her in a soft rotation so that she could try to understand why these symbols were even still in practical use. They were newly carved, but ancient in practice. Barely three minutes later, the door was yanked back open and a whole slew of offerings were tipped onto the table around her.

“They were sold out of pens, but there was a pack of children’s washable markers. And, ah… candy, jerky, dried pineapple. I wasn’t sure if you’d be hungry.”

Obviously, Castiel was trying to make peace. Flip couldn’t help but notice the lack of paper, though. In lieu of risking him bolting out again, she made a flapping motion to indicate that the Angel should sit. Once he had, she reached out and pulled his hand across the table by a forefinger and laid it palm-up in front of her.

“This one,” she broke off the tip of a green marker to draw on his hand to match the first symbol. “Is a phrase. It means something like Spare us. Usually it would have been placed with an offering to a dragon or monster-ish being. If a Fairy family was moving into a new territory, they would leave this and some gold or potions in a basket to seek favor with whomever was considered the master of the land. By itself, it meant that whoever you give it to was already on good terms with you. It’s just an extra nice gesture of good will.”

Context was very relevant, though. There were fifteen stones all together, so this one was not by itself at all. Castiel watched the symbol and the translation being drawn over his hand. The sensation was pleasant. When she gestured to his other hand, he gave it freely. It reminded him of when they’d first started to be acquainted and she bespelled their hands to exchange messages when written on, and thus it provided a small sense of comfort which felt close to forgiveness. She wasn’t being cold anymore.

“This next one means… it’s a feeling, actually. Not a word or a phrase, but it’s like a feeling that’s fear mixed with regret and confusion. I’d have to arrange all of these in context to understand why, but that’s what it says.” Flip continued, again drawing the symbol and the translation on his opposite hand. “Turn your first hand over.”

As the ink had dried, it didn’t leave a mark on the table when he complied and turned it over to expose the back of his hand.

“Alright… now this one is… it’s a name. It says Titania. Queen of the Fairies in one realm. Which probably means… yeah. Oberon is here on this other one. Her husband, the King. Not my particular King and Queen, so I have no idea how they’d be involved.” Flip read, drawing one, then the other on the backs of Castiel’s hands. “Need more skin. Take off your coats and roll up your sleeves.”

Without argument, Castiel did as he was told. Flip wondered what the King and Queen were doing and who they might be bargaining with, but that would likely become clear as more was translated. After carefully rolling up his sleeves, doing his best not to spot them with ink from the marker, he looked expectantly back at the little Fairy. Her face was splotched with green from rubbing her chin in thought. Best not to mention it and offend her. It looked a little funny.

Flip could easily fit three symbols on each of Castiel’s forearms. The undersides were smooth and devoid of any fuzz. After arranging his arms on the table, she gathered six more stones and laid them alongside so that she could try grouping the words and phrases together in a way which made sense. As she began to draw once more, Flip couldn’t help but let a half smile tug at the corner of her lips at his fingers twitching softly from the gentle sensation. His eyelids drooped, but still seemed to be paying full attention. He seemed peaceful.

“Okay, these three show a date. This is a day, this is a month, and a year by the Fae reckoning.” Flip explained, suddenly tipping over with a squeak when the arm was yanked back.

“Sorry. Reflex.” Cas mumbled, replacing the arm.

His eyes squeezed tightly shut while Flip knowingly teased over the inner crease of his elbow with the marker to draw out the third symbol with far more flourish than was needed. This was repeated with the other arm, of course.

“So!” Flip announced, as if nothing had happened. “It’s commenting on today, actually. Tonight, right around now according to your second arm. That’s ten out of fifteen done. Pick a spot for me to draw the last five.”

Castiel whined inwardly. It was his own fault for not picking up paper, but the gas station hadn’t stocked any and keeping the Fairy waiting while he went in search of more seemed like a bad idea. The receipt from the store had ads printed all over the back, so that wouldn’t work. After doing a mental checklist of where not to be drawn on, he settled on shoulders and chest, then unbuttoned his dress shirt. That wouldn’t be so bad. There was no easy way to view his own back, his belly was not to be drawn on, and the last thing he wanted to be suggested was the removal of his pants. Not happening.

“How are you supposed to see anything if you keep your eyes shut?” Flip chided from her perch on his bare shoulder. “This one says parched fields miss the memory of rain.”

“I am sensitive there.” Castiel replied through gritted teeth, as if enduring a painful operation.

“Where?”

“Everywhere.” he clarified in a helpless tone.

Flip giggled quietly and levitated up the last stone, which she hadn’t seen yet. Brow furrowed, she studied it for a lot longer than was necessary to translate it. It was her name in the old symbols. If all the stones were arranged together, it seemed as though someone was pleading with the King and Queen of the Fairies to aid someone in appeasing Flip. Precisely today, this night. The someone missed her presence as a drought stricken land hoped forlornly for rain. She took her little green stained hands and gently tugged Cas’ ear so that he would turn to look at her.

“Did you write on these stones, Castiel? Is that why they look fresh? You didn’t need translating at all, did you?” she stated rather than asked.

Castiel met her gaze with his ancient sad eyes and gave the barest tilt of his head to confirm her suspicions.

“I still want to be your friend.” the Angel replied hesitantly. “If that’s alright.”

If there was anyone at the front of the line for loathing Castiel, it was Castiel himself. His Heart Signature felt lonely, as per usual, but it was so deeply seeded now that he himself didn’t seem to believe that he deserved any friends at all. He’d tried to help and made a mess of things. Mistakes were made, but his intentions had been in the right place. Now that she knew, now that she could see him, Flip could hardly hate him for it.

“Take off your shoes and socks, sit on the couch, and don’t make assumptions. I’ll be right back.”

For a moment, Castiel stared at the spot on his shoulder where the Fairy had vanished from. He did as she asked, though. It wasn’t long before she returned, fully Human sized with two steaming mugs of hot chocolate. The Angel recognized a potion on the rim of one which allowed him to properly taste food and drink as a normal person might. When it was passed to him, he sipped willingly, feeling the warmth spreading through his chest.

“Ahem. It’s good. Thank you.” he commented awkwardly.

“We’re going to play a game.” Flip told him, ignoring the thanks. “I’m going to draw pictures that you can’t see, and you’re going to guess what they are. If you can guess three, you win. We’ll call your symbol apology a success.”

“And if I can’t?” Cas inquired with a frown.

“We’ll cross that bridge later.” Flip shrugged. “Finish your drink, lay back, close your eyes.”

Quietly, he cleared his throat, finished his beverage, and laid back as instructed. As his eyes closed, he felt his feet being pulled into Flip’s lap by gentle hands warmed from her own mug of hot chocolate. They didn’t move. It seemed that she was waiting for him to relax. The heat was soothing. One foot was lifted, then the chilly tip of a new marker touched down on the ball of it, causing the Angel to flinch it out of her hands with a quiet huff. Each time he pulled away, it was brought back patiently by a small tug on the ankle. Several moments went by with Castiel squirming in place, chest trembling in silent laughter.

“I know it feels funny. Just take a breath and you’ll get used to it. Come on. Deep breath.” Flip suggested.

A small nod and a very deep breath later, Cas found himself able to hold perfectly still. It still tickled, but it was pleasant and relaxing. The crinkles around his eyes and nose smoothed themselves out. He followed the lines over his foot within his mind.

“Smiley face.” he announced, keeping his eyes shut. “That’s a smiley face.”

“Mmhm. That’s easy, though.” Flip confirmed.

Soft strokes of the marker curved and traced over the flesh canvas. This one took more concentration.

“Cat?” Castiel guessed.

“Yeah. One left. This might take a minute. I’m a little out of practice.”

Cas nodded as his other foot was traded out to draw on. It took a few seconds to readjust to the feeling and reign in his goofy grin. Of course, it would have been easy to draw scribbling motions and make things difficult, but Flip was purposefully drawing slow and precise to keep the sensation from overwhelming the sensitive fellow. Rather than focusing as he ought to, Cas wondered how divine the same feeling would be if used across his back. Probably it would take hours before he would tire of it running along his spine. Returning to the task at hand, he couldn’t quite place a picture. It felt more like writing words this time. Flip penned it so slowly, so smoothly, that within a very few minutes it became plain that Castiel had completely fallen asleep.

So much for the third item, Flip thought. Still, he looked so peaceful with one arm tucked up behind his neck and lips slightly parted that the Fairy didn’t have it in her to rouse him awake. She’d let him look at his other foot later. After carefully sliding out from beneath his legs, she arranged the discarded trenchcoat over him like a blanket.

“Hm. What a dork.” she chuckled quietly.

Only one more thing to do. Flip gently swiped his messy dark hair away from his forehead, leaned in close… and drew a butt wearing a tophat and monocle upon his cheek. Marker capped, she pocketed a handful of candy and turned the doorknob to leave.

The sudden waft of cold air from outside stirred the Angel and he abruptly sat up in a panic, legs tangled in the trenchcoat causing him to trip flat onto the floor.

“Wait…” he grunted. “I didn’t mean to fall asl-“

Castiel then caught sight of his reflection on the black plastic exterior of the mini fridge on the floor. His panic turned to confusion, then to realization as the Fairy burst into laughter. Before she could dart out the door, though, he seized one of her ankles in one hand and gave a sharp tug. Flip’s boot slipped on the fluffy green carpet and she squeaked when Cas’ other hand swept behind her opposite knee to knock her the rest of the way over and pull her beside him.

“FLIP.” Castiel stated flatly, pushing up to prop one arm over her torso to discourage rolling away. “Did you draw a posterior wearing refined attire on my face?”

“It sounds like something I would do.” she nodded thoughtfully.

“…Why?”

“Why not?” she countered.

Before Castiel could lay out a list of obvious reasons not to draw an ass over someone’s face, Flip tilted up and pecked a tiny kiss to his nose. Eyes wide, Cas pressed himself up and shuffled back away from her in complete alarm. His mouth opened and closed repeatedly like a fish pulled from water as his brain struggled to comprehend what had just happened. Obviously Flip had only done such a thing to shock him. To free herself. He’d seen many such occasions where she relied on surprise to escape various troubles.

“But… but… WHAT…”

“So eloquent. Toodles.” Flip snorted, vanishing away rather than using the door.

Recovery took a moment, but Castiel soon found himself padding into the restroom to scrub the drawing off of his face with one of the rough cloths folded neatly on the sink. Not too difficult to smear out of his faint stubble. He rolled his eyes and sat down on the edge of the bathtub propping one foot on his knee to remove the smiley face and cat drawings as well. Once finished, the other foot was brought up. He squinted at the writing. Enochian. Loosely translated to:

Forgive yourself, my friend.

Castiel slowly lowered his foot back onto the floor without wiping the words away. There was a little heart drawn on the heel that made him wonder if it was a simple embellishment or if maybe an extra sign of affection. He stared at his reflection and touched two fingers to his nose, slightly crossing his eyes to look at a very faint trace of glitter left from her kiss. Had he scrubbed his face too hard, or was that a blush? What a confusing night.

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[TH] Stuck on You

I'm staring at myself in the mirror now. I've been here in my own reflection for the last hour, as everything has come back to me. First it was in short flashes, then the memories became longer, or the gaps shorter. I've always had this problem, events from my past being mostly blank when I try to remember things. My family, my childhood. I would nod along when my brother complains about how I used to steal all of his toys, my father would laugh about how I would shape mud into castles after a heavy rain in the backyard. None of it felt real. It railed against other memories that I had simultaneously, such as the rows of dresses that I used to own, the dolls that I would play with for a time, before I got bored and my mom told me off when I went back to playing with the neighbor's cat. They all ran together and got stuck. Then I recalled the long hair that would get caught in the toilet, asking my mom if she remembered how she stopped me when I tried to chop it all off with a pair of scissors in the bathroom. I had a laugh, as I thought it was mildly amusing. She would look away, as if she were uncomfortable. Oh well, I think I'm funny, I thought. Still, the cognitive dissonance between those conflicting memories wore on me slowly. I wondered, why is it that my family and friends grew more unapproachable every time I would bring up these events?

You were the only friend that I ever had who understood, who was apparently only in my mind, too. You were my best friend, yet you were so vague in my memory, I couldn't even remember your name, up until now. I remembered that late summer afternoon as being one of the best days of my life. There you were, sitting all alone from the other kids reading. You were always such a bookworm, you know that? I tipped the pail filled halfway with sand in front of you to get your attention. My sandals filled with the stuff. I sat next to you, then folded my arms over my knees. "Hi, what's your name?" I asked. I grinned, then giggled as your face turned red over your freckles. They drew me to you. I wanted to tell you how much they reminded me of the ants that I poured sugar over, and watched them carry it back to the queen into their hill. Then I thought you might not like ants as much as I do. You shifted away and buried your face between the pages. I tilted my head, then blew a raspberry and dug my now bare feet into the sand. I stared down at the leaves that fell from the tree overhead, a few yellow ones in the pile of mostly green. I remembered then what my father told me about how it's polite to introduce oneself first. "I'm Robert," I offered. You pulled your attention away from your book.

"Bonnie," I said. I glanced at your face and smiled slightly. You had the biggest smile. At first I thought you hadn't heard me. Then you inched closer. You asked me what I was reading, Bonnie. I can't even remember what it was at the time. You offer your hand and I take it, your skin like a stone gripped in warmth. You wanted to play hide and seek, you said it was your favorite game. We played rock, paper, scissors for who was it first. You then covered my hand even when I drew scissors, and told me that you can't cut through a flat rock. I shrugged, covered my hands over my eyes. Three, two, one. I open them and of course, you're not there. I thought, for a terrible moment, that you just wanted a way to get away from me. That you were tired of me, like all of the other kids. Then you gave yourself away when I came closer to the tree. I remarked flatly that trees don't laugh. The leaves fell and the branches shook. You fell somewhat of a distance to the ground with a snort, as if it didn't even hurt. I thought you would have been harder to find, your pale skin and light blond hair. You were like an unfinished drawing in my coloring book, but only on the outside.

"Your turn!" I laughed. I closed my eyes and folded my hands over my face, a huge grin plastered over it. Eight, nine, ten! You were hard to find. I would have thought this would be easy. Your fiery red hair and flowered dress were so colorful, not hard to spot against the rocky dirt ground and gnarled roots. Yet you were nowhere to be seen on the small playground. I asked the other kids where you had gone, if they'd seen you, but they only shrugged and went back to their game. I don't recall what they were playing, I was too busy with finding you. I walked more carefully past the big tree and farther on the walkway, toward the wood chips and past rubber curb. There you were, hiding deep inside the slide. I ran under the shade of the red plastic and climbed up the ladder. It was one of those funnel slides, not as good as feeling the air on my face as I slid down, but kind of neat because your voice makes an echo. "Boo!" You screamed and lost your grip, then slid the rest of the way down. I sat and followed after you down the tunnel. I landed on top of you face first. "You're it."

"My mom is going to kill me!" I cried. We played until I hadn't realized how long past it was that I had to be home. The sun was already gone past the cliff. You told me that you would see me tomorrow, if I was still alive. A cut on your cheek glistened in the waning light as you waved a bruised hand. It was like nothing affected you, as if you paid no attention to your body. You collected your shoes and ran in the other direction, I assumed back to your own house. My mom told me off that night, and grounded me for a week, but I survived. The next morning, you were right outside my bus stop. I gave a nervous smile. I asked if you were new at our school. You nodded effusively, then told me that you were so excited to start school again. You said that you hoped you were in all of the same classes as me. Your smile was almost unsettling, when it wavered. I asked what was the matter. You dug your tattered sneaker into the sidewalk. You wouldn't look at me. The school bus rumbled in the neighborhood, still out of sight. You dug your hands into your pockets, but not before I noticed the cuts on your fingers.

"Hey!" I blurted. You pulled my hand from my coat pocket. You affectively demanded that I tell you what they were. I let out a sigh. "I get bored sometimes." You waited in silence, a funny look on your face. "Yesterday after I went home, it was so quiet in my room." I pinched my face in frustration. "My dad never lets me do anything after dinner, so I jammed my fingers into my pencil sharper." You ask me why, why would I do that. I threw up my hands. "I don't know! I just have to feel something. I feel like, like nothing all the time. It hurt but it was kind of, I don't know." I looked at the ground. Now I knew you thought I was weird, like all of the other kids, but you tell me to please don't do that anymore. The bus rolled to a stop and we got on together, then even sat in the same seat! I would keep my promise to you if it meant I got to be this close. It turned out that we had the same math and science classes together! I was so happy to be your lab partner. I remember now, how fast I ran over to your station. Ms. Bea wasn't happy that I tripped over a stool and made the whole class laugh. I felt something then, but it wasn't the physical pain that thrummed dully through my body as I hit the hard surface of the floor. No, above all I finally had a new feeling, and it was definitely entertaining.

You told me to come over to your house a week after that, to start our new project for the semester. You had already convinced your dad to let you use his laptop, as long as there were no 'funny searches' as he put it. I uncapped a container of dark green glitter from my bag and drew on the poster board with a dark purple marker. The smell filled my nose, and I had to turn away. I hated that I was so sensitive to the smell. The glitter clung on my hands and flecked abrasively between the webs of my fingers. You noticed when I made a sound. You asked what was wrong. "There's glitter stuck all under my nails and it's everywhere!" I groaned and stood. You show me your bathroom. It was dimly lit, with a stale water smell, but it was clean and the water feels good, as the glitter is washed down the drain of the sink. I dried my hands on the one threadbare towel on the rack and come back out into the narrow hallway. You hummed some tune as you smeared glue with your fingers onto the poster board. Suddenly I wished that I could be a bit more like you. The thought came to me as I wicked the subtle leftover moisture on my palms onto my pale blue skirt.

"How do you do that without getting completely disgusted? I would want to run to the bathroom and wash it all off," you said. I glommed my sticky fingers together and laughed. I had a devious thought cross my mind, but then quickly abandoned it. I thought about what it would be like to pin you to the carpet and smear the bright blue stuff on you. I don't know why these thoughts enter my mind. What I noticed about you, is that you were far too sensitive to be subject to that. I was careful with you, while our relationship went further on and grew, as it was essential to maintain our friendship. I didn't understand why, but it was important to me. You were so special. I never knew why you continued to hang around me, but the weeks turned into months. I waited for you to eventually leave, but you stayed. There you were every morning at the bus stop. I waited, unaffected by the cold on my fingertips, as I gripped onto the worn nylon strips of my backpack, until your door cracked open and you joined me there. I fought back the thoughts of wanting to relieve my boredom with some sort of physical sensation. One day, I suddenly thought about what it would be like to be like you. How good it might feel to be so...I don't know, feeling of everything.

"Do you want to come over to my house today? My mom went out to get groceries and I'm alone-" There was a thud on the other end. Not even a minute passed and the doorbell rang. I let out a laugh, then bounded down the expansive steps of the front foyer. There you were, your wide grin and bright eyes that peeked through the glass of the front door. You waved, then hugged me as I opened the door. You told me how much you'd wanted to see the inside of my house, but felt that it wasn't polite of you to ask without being invited. I almost say that of course you can come over, but then I immediately tell you to take off your shoes. They're caked in gravel and wet sand. You pull them off, then slide on the marble in your socks. You tell me that your brother is getting his driver's permit with your dad, and that it was perfect timing for you to sneak out of your house. Not that they would care much, anyway, you added. I told you that this probably wasn't true, but you shrug. You suggest that we play outside. The clouds had cleared and the storm from last night passed. It was an early day in March. The snow had melted and there was more mud than grass.

"I don't know," you say hesitantly. I can't help but frown slightly, my hand loose on the knob. Then, something I didn't expect happened. You smile and then nod. "Okay, let's go!" You push past me and light fills the kitchen as you open the door to the backyard. I start for the door, then catch myself and turn back around to grab my shoes. I stand on the deck as I slip them on again, and then follow you down the steps. Your yellow dress is matted with mud as you sit on the ground next to me. To my surprise and delight, you make the best mud castles! They're so neat! Nothing like mine, which slope off at odd angles or fall apart altogether. "This soil is too dry," I complained. Then I spotted something white, a puff ball in the corner of the fence. I stood and walked toward it. "Wishing flower!" You look up from your castle and watch as I blow on the thing. Tufts of white float delicately through the air. You ask what I wished for. "Well I can't tell you or it won't come true, but obviously I wished for wetter mud." My face turns slightly warm. I kicked at the dirt in mild embarrassment. I could swear it feels different on my shoes.

"I want to make a wish, too," I said. I stood and looked for more of the things in my backyard, but it's mostly bare. The ground had begun to feel icy between my toes. I stepped over a fallen branch from our tree and there, behind it, were more. I gasped. "They're over here!" I plucked one out of the ground. I inhaled sharply, when you come into my sight. I blink at you. Then, I take a step closer. "Robert, I-" I closed my eyes, then let go of a breath. I made a silent wish. When I open them, you're right there in front of me, another dandelion in your hand. You stood there, almost hesitantly, a restrained smile on your lips. You blow it right into my face and giggle. "What did you wish for?" I asked. I hoped. I wanted it to be the same as mine. You told me that, like you said, you would never tell. "Me neither," I said softly. The moment passed like it was nothing, the memory faded like the dull colors of the mud in the backyard. The dirt came loose from under my fingernails, in my desperate attempt to undo what was done, as I splash cold water on my face over the sink. I blinked my eyes as I contemplated myself in the mirror. I looked down at my hands again, and the memories flashed through my mind.

I tilt my head, as a funny laugh bubbles from my chest, along with the feeling that I had before when I rushed toward you in Ms. Bea's science class. I look into my eyes, bright blue and deep amber flecked together. I comb my fingers through my short, strawberry blond hair, and then run my hands down over the freckles on my equally soft face. My voice is raw from when I screamed. I screamed in uncontrollable terror, but now I'm...numb? No, that's not the word, not anymore. I can't even comprehend what I am now, as I stand in front of myself. The door has opened, in the front hall. Mom and dad are home, my brother, too. They were taking him out to get his driver's licence today. That's right, I remember now. My family was gone for the day, and I was on my bed, nothing but alone with my thoughts. That's when it hit me, when I remembered. "Bo, honey? We're home," my mother calls. I inhale softly, then blow out in the mirror. I wished that I could be like you, that we could spend all of our time with each other, and that we would always be together. I nod to myself and then touch my face one last time. "Okay, mom," my voice cracks.

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Originally posted on Wattpad December 10th, 2019

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Top 5 Best Valentine Gifts for Men | 2017 Reviews

Top 5 Best Valentine Gifts for Men | 2017 Reviews

You’ve just entered another year. And the great delights of winter haven’t ended yet. You’ve already seen our list for our round-up on the best Christmas presents for the beloved men in your life. Well, January is about to end and we’re about to enter the Month of Love. With Valentine’s Day fast approaching, we’re sure you’re already preparing for that special day you’re going to have but what would be the best gift to give him for that special day?

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AB Handictafts - Mango Wooden Docking Station

Cortunex Magic Coffee Mugs

Remington All-in-1 Grooming Kit

PowerAll Power Bank and Car Jump Starter

Glantop Magnetic Sculpture Desk Toy

Believe it or not, anything functional is already a good gift. But since it’s Valentine’s Day, you’d like to spice things up a little. Then, why don’t you plan your romantic evening together but still give him something that he actually needs. Men become more appreciative if they can use it rather than getting a homemade project that he might barely or never even use at all.

Men are like that, they do love what you give them but they would still prefer it if what they get is something they can incorporate in their daily lives. Instead of making the date perfect for you, design a Valentine’s Day that says, I love you and I want this day to be made just for you and me. So, we have in our list below are the Top Five Best Valentine’s Day gifts for him!

You don’t need to really draw in the hearts on this day because Valentine’s Day is all about making each other happy and loved.

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Cortunex Magic Coffee Mugs

Remington All-in-1 Grooming Kit

PowerAll Power Bank and Car Jump Starter

Glantop Magnetic Sculpture Desk Toy

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AB Handictafts - Mango Wooden Docking Station

This may not mean a lot to you but honestly, this could be one present your husband or boyfriend will definitely wish he’d had for such a long time. We all know our men, they have the tendency to FORGET EVERYTHING! It’s true! That’s why they always come up to you and ask you where his tie is, his watch, his phone or any small handy trinket, gadget or item. There are even times when he gets frantic looking for something he is already holding.

Let this be a simple gift to your man. Let him know that this thing should remind him of you because it’s a small handy item that always knows where things are. The reason why we absolutely love this gift, it’s because it’s totally made for men. It has a device holder with a notch at the bottom so he can still keep his phone upright even while charging. There is also a small hook– or something we’d like to call a peninsula– that can hold his watch, bracelet or set of keys. Plus, there is a wide space at the back where he can keep his wallet his money clip, card holder or any other thing he can think of.

Still not convinced it’s a good Valentine’s Day gift for him? It’s a gift that can be given at any season but the way to make it a more romantic appeal is that if you can just add a touch of you and him. Grab a permanent marker and write something sweet for your hubby or draw something that only both of you can understand.

We love this wooden station because it is made from reclaimed Mango Wood. It is a sturdy tiny furniture meant to keep your hubby’s things nicely organized. It’s a nice and fun way to keep things by his side. Since it’s reclaimed wood, it is Eco-friendly with that barn chic theme. We know full well that it will easily go well with your furniture.

Other than that, it’s a nice gift to give with a smile on your face. And with a thoughtful Valentine Gift for him, you’re romantic day with your hubby will definitely a nice and sweet one.

Details of the AB Handictafts - Mango Wooden Docking Station

Weight

1.1 Pounds

Dimensions

8 x 9 x 6.5 inches

Types

One Size

Special Features

reclaimed Mango Wood

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Cortunex Magic Coffee Mugs

Men aren’t so particular about gifts that they want. They would often just say that they would like anything that’s handy. It’s totally true. They’re not lying about it. Men and gifts for some reason don’t mix well because whenever they get a gift, they don’t seem to know how to react to them. Sometimes they get stoic, sometimes you can even sense a hint of pretense just for the sake of satisfying you. But the reality is, men really do like anything that comes from you. It’s just a matter of not knowing how to openly express them. So instead of tiring yourself doing crazy things just to get a decent reaction, go for something simple but very meaningful. Besides, it really is the thought that matters.

Mugs are very popular gifts for your man. Since your husband won’t leave the house without a decent cup of coffee, why not get him this wonderful Magic cup? It’s entertaining and it really gives the morning that great zing! With an empty cup, the mug has a drowsy sleepy face but as you pour hot water into the mug, the dark drowsy eyelids drift away to reveal a really perked up face. It makes morning coffee never dull. An interesting morning with you having to make him breakfast and an awesome mug that your husband will never get tired of. This is one unique Valentine’s Day gift for husband because it shows just how much you know how important his morning routine is.

Other than that, it’s a really fun gift to give and a fun gift to have. We really love this mug because it’s simple, and yet very thoughtful. We really love this heat-sensitive coffee mug that ever changes with hot drinks. From either coffee, tea or hot cocoa, it’s always a fun surprise to see the ever changing face. It comes in two colors: red and blue. And it also comes with an all-black mug that changes into a sunshine full of smiley faces. Have fun with a Valentine’s Day gift for him this year!

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3.5 ounces

Dimensions

8 x 9 x 6.5 inches

Types

Blue funny face, red funny face. Yellow happy face, pool of smileys, constellation mug

Special Features

heat-sensitive color changing mug

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Remington All-in-1 Grooming Kit

How often does your hubby shave? Daily? Every other day? Twice a Week? Well, it’s definitely a frequent thing. One of the almost daily routines of your husband (or boyfriend) is shaving and grooming himself. What else? They’d love to look good for you don’t they? And we know that so do you. This is one great men’s Valentine’s gift idea since it is a gift that is all about him.

This is a great gift for Valentine’s Day for him because it is an item that will always see its use. Besides, it’s a wonderful gift for such a great price. You don’t need to spend hundreds of dollars to buy him a suitable and awesome gift because at less than $20, you can already get an all-complete grooming set for your husband.

We love the Remington all-in-one Grooming Kit because it is an eight piece set. Your husband will love the fact that he has a full-sized trimmer, a foil shaver, a detail trimmer for his nose and ears, a hair clipper comb with 8 different length settings, and three bear and stubble combs. It’s a complete grooming set that will cater for all of his needs. And it all comes with a compact set that even he can carry on long trips. We also love it so much because they are made with surgical steel blades which guarantees you that they are rust-free. They are also easy to clean since you can simply detach the attachments and rinse them under running water.

This also makes a great Valentine’s Day gift for husband because it requires little maintenance, it’s easy to travel with and it’s very versatile. He wouldn’t have to worry about self-grooming for the next year. It’s a small but powerful machine that wouldn’t suffer entanglement because it can run for 65 minutes without being plugged in.

Since your husband’s needs are one of your priorities, you might as well put in effort in helping him take care of himself– that is grooming. So with a well-groomed handsome man that will wake up every morning with a pleasant smile is all because of a little trinket you bought for him on Valentine’s Day.

Details of the Remington All-in-1 Grooming Kit

Weight

10.1 Pounds

Dimensions

3 x 9.2 x 4.5 inches

Types

One Size

Special Features

rechargeable batteries, cordless grooming kit, travel light

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PowerAll Power Bank and Car Jump Starter

Men’s Valentine gift ideas can really be tricky. It’s difficult to know if a guy really likes a gift you’ve given him. But if you really want to make him happy is to make his second lady love happy. Yes! His car! Give your husband’s car a gift! If you begin to consider things that are important to him, you are in for a real treat! Men and cars share this endless bromance. You’ll never really realize just how much man can love his machine but that doesn’t mean that you shouldn’t do anything for his car.

If you really do understand just how much his car means to him, then taking a bit of your time to care for that affection is more than he can ever replace that’s why we chose this item for you! It’s a Powerbank! Yes! And it’s strong enough to jump start his car in cases when his battery will die out on him. This is an awesome Valentine’s Day gift for men because it’s everything that they would ever need when their battery unexpectedly dried out because he has an alternator problem or that his battery iss just already about to give up.

This is a stunning Valentine gift for husband because it’s lightweight and compact that you can toss it in your glove compartment. It has strong power surges that can charge up your husband’s engine up to 20 times. It also has a MOSFET rectifier that prevents counter surge from burning up the powerbank. It also comes with a built-in LED flashlight.

We love this item because it’s small, compact and doesn’t just serve as a car jumper but it can also serve as your gadget’s powerbank. It has two USB ports where you can charge your gadget on the go. It has a standby period of 6 months which means that if it can still hold power until 6 months unused.

It’s a wonderful item to have, although it’s a bit more expensive than the rest of our gifts in our list. But then again, anything related to vehicles will totally cost quite a lot of money.

Details of the PowerAll Power Bank and Car Jump Starter

Weight

1 pound

Dimensions

2.88 x 6.5 x 1.25 inches

Types

16,000 mAh, 32,000 mAh

Special Features

portable car jumper, two USB ports, LED flashlight

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Glantop Magnetic Sculpture Desk Toy

We know just how much your husband is hard at work. And it’s something we really appreciate them doing. There are times they come home exhausted. Even if they don’t really deal with with manual labor, our husband’s who work in the office can easily get mentally exhausted. So why not give him an interesting gift, a stress reliever. It’s a gift that says, I may not be with you all the time but let me help you out when your mind is getting quite an exercise.

This Magnetic Sculpture Stress relief makes a really good Valentine’s gift idea for men because it really does the work of reducing the tension in the brain. It’s made of hundreds of tiny metal balls on a magnetic base. Unlike a stress ball you can squeeze and choke with both your hands, this stress reliever works its magic as a fun desk toy. They can just start making different shapes– to surprisingly anyone’s amusement. It’s a fun thing to play around to pass the time or distract your husband a little bit off work to give brain a little bit of a breather.

It’s a fun toy to have around, your husband can build tiny 3D models using the metal beads. It’s also a very interesting brain booster because it takes up patience to make designs with the metal balls that can really be a fun item to have around even at home.

Both you and your husband can have fun just building small designs on this cute little item to pass the time. It’s absolutely an item for amusement, you and your husband can enjoy playing with the small metal beads. It’s enjoyable to have a competition on who can make a better design between both of you.

This may be a simple concept present but it goes a long way especially in helping your husband get back in track at work. It’s good to have a piece of you at work with him to keep him company. Besides, your care for your husband’s overall wellness is as much as the best Valentine’s Day gift for him.

Details of the Glantop Magnetic Sculpture Desk Toy

Weight

11.4 ounces

Dimensions

3.7 x 2.8 x 1.4 inches

Types

Mini beads, Acrobat edition, Moon and Stars, Aquarium

Special Features

non-magnetic beads, magnetic base

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Gift-giving has already taken a new shape. Giving gifts is not a must just because an occasion calls for it, it’s something to make a special day even more special. Make your Valentine’s Day gift for husband more thoughtful with gifts that show you care about him and that you put a lot of thought about what he needs. A wonderful day of hearts to you and your Valentine! Happy Valentine’s Day!

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