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[mrsun007]

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[rai-chuuuu]

helloo can i request Boyfriend Things with Nct127 members<3 thanks

╰┈➤ nct (127) boyfriend things !

boyfriend things... (0.7k words)

pairing ; every member x gn!reader

warnings ; I dont even know????

TO THE PERSON THAT REQUESTED JAEHYUN AND FOOTBALL PLAYING Y/N, I AM SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT. I'M NOT TRYING TO AVOID THE REQUEST BUT I'M SO STUMPED ABOUT IT 😭

Taeyong - If there’s one thing you should know about Taeyong, it’s that he tries to spend tons of time with you. Even if his schedule is almost full, he gives his best effort. After long days, expect to do some stuff like play games, have a movie marathon, or even go shopping. When it comes to little things, it depends on the weather. When it’s sunny outside, Taeyong will take you out to enjoy the sun and how it feels. On the contrary, he loves staying inside and napping with you when it’s raining or snowing.

Johnny - Despite Johnny helping almost everyone he knows, he helps you out the most. His aid ranges from assistance with getting something to kind words and affirmations. It comes from a state of care. He makes sure to take care of you and treats you like a prized possession. No matter how sweet that is, there’s a downside. When going out to an amusement park, Johnny always drags you along on drop-off rides. Whether or not you’re scared of heights, it’s something you should prepare for.

Yuta - Something sweet Yuta does is rest on you. Because he doesn’t use a pillow, there are times when he prefers lying on you for comfort reasons. It’s extremely cute, but he always manages to wake you up since he wakes up earlier. You should always expect to be out a ton on off days, mainly due to disliking staying inside. You always have fun with Yuta, so that’s what really matters. 

Doyoung - Similarly to Taeil, Doyoung has a good memory, so he knows exactly what to get you every single time. If you said you enjoyed a certain dish or outfit, it’s something that he’ll give you, even if it’s years later. It’s extremely impressive and always such a surprise to you. On a good day, you’ll catch Doyoung in the kitchen baking a treat for the both of you. He has to put that baking talent somewhere, you know. 

Jaehyun - Jaehyun enjoys taking care of you more than—almost—anything. It doesn't really matter what he does in particular, but it’s always nice to be treated nicely. Honestly, the only bad thing about Jaehyun is that he’d brag about a lot of things, although they're not even that serious. It’s really him trying to show off to impress you, which is pretty sweet. Whenever this happens, he seems to get a bit embarrassed after it. You can always tell when his ears get red.

Jungwoo - He gets you all kinds of Snoopy-related items solely to remind you of him. Jungwoo has given you accessories, kitchen sets, and so much more that is just... Snoopy. You don’t know if he mainly does this to you or if it’s normal, but there’s not much of a complaint. Jungwoo would try to scare you with his imitation skills, which work a lot more than they really should. Sometimes you know it’s him doing it, but it’s the fact that you don't expect it that gets to you.

Mark - For someone who mainly takes out the trash and helps with laundry when it comes to the group, Mark is weirdly insistent on helping you with chores. You could be doing the dishes, and he’ll ask if you need help, but he will still do them if you say no. The only “bad” thing he would do is offer to take you out to get something you want, then take you to a totally different spot to eat his favorite food with him. It’s not the worst, but it is a bit odd.

Haechan - Haechan likes to keep the place clean, which is always handy when you don’t actually feel like doing anything. He likes to tidy up with music, which is always a nice touch. There’s just something about him that makes me want to believe he would torture you in the weirdest ways, like making you watch his dancing without music, which is oddly uncomfortable. There isn’t a reason for this. It just happens. Haechan would probably eat your food but say that you “just forgot you already ate it” to get away with it.

[leclerced]

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sugar daddy max being very proud of the fact that he pays for everything for you. he just likes the way you blush and smile and thank him. and the great sex after doesn’t hurt!!

🩰

all i want in life tbh!!

sugar daddy max would be the best! he has so much money he could never spend it all on his own, he honestly needs help spending it. he shows up to pick you up for dates and has the back seat full of gifts to unload before you can leave, new clothes and accessories he bought you in the last city he’d visited. sometimes he buys random appliances, like an extremely fancy coffee machine that can make lattes or a new kitchen aide mixer. a full set of le creuset cookware when they release a new color you like. one day, your fridge goes out and hours later, while you’re still complaining to everyone about the inconvenience of throwing away all of your groceries, delivery men show up with a new fridge. an hour after you thank max for the surprise, groceries are delivered to fill it.

flies you out to race weekends and gives you his card to go shopping while he works, fully intending on having you give him a fashion show once he’s back at the hotel. you always end it showing off the lingerie you bought for him, saving it for last because you know he’s going to interrupt it.

he comes home from a race weekend with a pretty sapphire necklace, insists that you try it on right then and there. so, after he’s clasped it on for you, you sink to your knees to suck him off while wearing it to show him how much you appreciate him and his gifts.

you passively mention wanting to go to the beach and he’s booking a vacation for the next time he has a few days off, sending you to a local spa to be pampered in the meantime. you’d of course show him how grateful you are every single time, letting him do whatever he wants to you and thanking him for every bit of it.

anything you want, he gets it for you. it does not matter the cost. a vintage ferrari there were only 200 ever made of? he knows someone who has one, he’ll reach out and see how much they want for it. rare art or antique furniture? he has a dealer he can reach out to. custom designer clothing? he’ll ask lewis for the designers number, or maybe charles knows them? you warn him not to take fashion advice from charles.

[neteyammeowmeow]

helllooo jay its me i am like a little bug and i am asking u ... for ... bloyd hcs.. bc u get me so hard.... only if its not too much troubl...

HAIII OOMF, I GOT YOU💯 Most of these are set in the Monastery btw :3

This is after the Merge and after they reunite, errm, Benthomaar’s really clingy in the morning, when Lloyd wakes up he finds out he’s being hugged like he’s going to get squeezed to death, and Bentho’s excuse is that it’s really cold up when it’s still sunrise and Lloyd’s really warm (he’s just attached). Bentho also likes to give Lloyd forehead kisses with it, like he’d just savor every second they get to spend with each other because they’re usually busy after.

Based on Lloyd’s leaked outfit for S2, Benthomaar helps Lloyd wear his clothes before he starts the day, it’s not that Lloyd’s outfit has so much accessories or anything but literally just for quality time (they’re the married couple that never gets married). Benthomaar would stand behind Lloyd and help him drape the outer over his shoulders, and fix the sash around his waist, but right after he hugs him with his arms wrapped around him and Lloyd tries to escape his clutches by saying that the kids are waiting for him (his face is actually really flustered but he doesn’t try to break from Bentho’s arms either way).

Lloyd’s the one that cooks in the relationship, he learned his skills from Zane (and surprisingly Cole (HE’S LITERALLY INDONESIAN!)) and from the massive stack of recipe books scattered in the kitchen. Benthomaar loves to accompany him whenever he can, though he’s not that interested and is picky about surface dweller food, he’s curious on how to make them using so many varying essentials. When Lloyd’s by the counter chopping a dish, Benthomaar would hug his waist from the back (he loves doing that because his head can rest on Lloyd’s head) and either Bentho asks what Lloyd’s doing, or they just stay in silence. Either way, if it’s raw fish that Lloyd’s cutting, he’d just grab a chunk and feeds it to Bentho. They sometimes share small talk about anything in the kitchen, like it’s just one of their favorite places to be.

Lloyd sometimes likes to fidget by touching Benthomaar’s fingers because his skin texture is different than humans, he usually does it while they’re talking or just out of the blue, if he’s really nervous or anxious about something he’d grab Bentho’s hand really hard, Bentho’s concerned for him and also his own hand because it feels like it could snap.

Benthomaar is royalty, and it’s definitely more usual for them to have servants that aid them around, such as preparing food, or cleaning their rooms, and so much more. However, there are no servants to help aid in the Monastery, Benthomaar is entirely on his own when it comes to such things. Lloyd was one of the Ninja that helped teach him how to do mundane, day to day tasks and chores, it’s not much — but it mattered enough for Benthomaar, he wasn’t treated like a King when he’s around Lloyd, Lloyd treats him as Benthomaar, like a friend, a lover, and a partner.

The servants had always kept the palace spotless and the shine of the marble floor was like how the light glittered upon the sea’s surface, Benthomaar never had to bother to clean them, because it was not his task there, but in the Monastery, he has to take care of it, his role played just the same as the Ninja. So there he was, in the hallways of his surface home, with Lloyd’s hand on his, trying to teach him how to sweep properly with a broom, and how to make sure he doesn’t scatter the dust and dirt he had gathered with it.

Food was always prepared by the hunters, and prepared in the dining room neatly and tidy. Benthomaar’s only duty was to finish the food of his plate and leave politely, following the etiquette his father had taught him. But in the Monastery, he finds himself helping Lloyd read the instructions from the recipe book, learning of the unique edible flora of the surface world, and the variety of their dishes and spices.

And after, he helps Lloyd clean the dishes. Lloyd tells him that there are two soaps, one in the glass bottle is to wash his hands, and the other in the plastic bottle, was to squeeze for the dirty kitchenware — there were also three different sponges all in different colors. The pink one was to wash the plates, forks, spoons, or knives, the other types of tools needed to cook that Benthomaar struggled to remember the names of. The blue one was to wash the drinks, specifically only drinks, Lloyd told him it was because Jay one day brought up how it felt weird that they used the same sponge for everything, and it might “Make the water taste weird”. The yellow one was to wash the entire sink and other things that weren’t used directly for cooking, just to make sure it’s extra sanitary. Lloyd also taught him to put cloth around the sink so that the water wouldn’t splatter all over the counter, at first, Bentho was confuse because he assumed washing the dishes wouldn’t be such a struggle, but in the end it was rather challenging, because the water did in fact, get everywhere. It was a humbling moment, but the laughter and the exasperated sigh Lloyd gave Bentho was funny and memorable.

6. After the Merge, Lloyd was genuinely worried for Benthomaar’s fate, he wasn’t sure if he was alive, or he was hurt, what if something had happened to him and he never knew about it? What if Benthomaar ended up on the other side of the earth? Will they ever see each other again? Here’s another thing to mention, Lloyd never had the chance to truly confess to Benthomaar about his feelings, and now he doesn’t know if he’ll get one at all. It gave him a lot of time to reflect, he questioned himself if he was going to move on, he didn’t realize how much Benthomaar’s presence impacted him just as much as his family had. He finds himself anticipating a figure that fell asleep on his desk due to overworking, having to carry them into the bed so they can properly rest, he finds himself waking up and missing the sight of the color blue laying beside him, he misses the fingers that would thread his hair for comfort whilst sharing conversations about so many topics, odd ones, funny ones, all of it. He missed it, he missed Benthomaar so much, it was a while that he last felt his heart thudding weird that somehow brought a smile to his face, just as the smile he saw on the face of his friend — it was so bright and gentle.

7. But what about Benthomaar? Does he carry the same sentiment? Of course he does. However, whilst Lloyd had more time to spend alone and think, Benthomaar was always surrounded by persons and crowds, his duties as a King had only put more of a burden upon him as Merlopia grows stronger and bigger as time passes, there was so much that overwhelmed him than he expected. Benthomaar wonders if he’ll ever get to share another moment with Lloyd, he wonders if Lloyd were there with him, what would he do, seeing Benthomaar buried within a flood of letters and papers? Would he scold him? Would he drag him away from his seat to rest? Would he try to create a distraction as Benthomaar suddenly finds himself laughing and hugging the one that he loved dearly, pushing his worries for his kingdom another day? Benthomaar would grip his head tightly, suddenly exhaling and looking out the windows of his chamber, perhaps, once he can finally break free from his tasks, he’ll find a way to meet Lloyd again.

8. They don’t admit how much they were yearning once they’ve reunited, they end up being very awkward. Because they’re really happy and glad that both of them are safe and sound, but there’s so much left unsaid — left to be said. Do they share the same feelings? Have they changed so much after the Merge? It takes a while, but slowly they start to reconnect, and they are back as they once were.

9. It’s actually funny how they got together, because it wasn’t through a confession or a proposal, it wasn’t through words said during a beautiful sunset or sunrise, or during a rainy day where everything felt comfortable and right, or even during the midst of battle. It was because of Sora and Arin.

“What??”

“Well, you know, me and Arin don’t mind if we get another dad.”

“What— what makes you say that? Who’s your other dad?”

“That guy you keep hanging out with, his name’s Bentho, right? I mean, he’s a really fun guy and he’s nice, as long as it’s not anyone evil, right?”

“Sora, what are you talking about???”

And later, once Kai heard, he laughs so loud and pats Sora on the back while snickering, saying, “he’s always been that bad, kid.” Nya only rolled her eyes because they all knew that their youngest brother was truly dumb when it came to himself.

Thank u… :3

[underaverageheight]

Dancing With Death

Death!KSM x sick!gn!reader Genre: ANGST with bits of fluff Warning(s): mentions of death, blood & bleeding, Seungmin is insecure, if I missed anything, let me know!

Summary: After finding out you have 2 months left to live, Death comes to visit. He finds moving between realms to be bothersome, shamelessly asking to live with you. Eventually, Death warms up to you, confessing how much he hates bringing things to an end.

Masterlist | DWD Masterlist

Death at your Door word count: 0.63 k

previously...

"I will help you fulfill your wishes since I am helping you to your afterlife and then your next life once you pass. I’ll…I’ll go now,” He disappeared from your room. You walked around your apartment, no sign of him. He really left.

It’s been a week and there’s no sign of him. Should I be worried? Nah, he was getting on my nerves. Today you were excited, you were going to go on a giant shopping spree to buy the things you never bought to save money. But who needs money when you’re going to die anyways?

Countless stores and bags later, you entered your apartment with a bright smile. Humming you put your clothes and accessories away, knowing very well you’ll try them on later anyways. All of a sudden, you heard a thud. You froze, poking your head into the hallway, listening for anymore noises. You heard scraping noises coming from your door. “What the hell?” You grabbed the bat your friend gave you when you moved in, approaching the door slowly, peering into the peephole. Nothing. There’s nothing.

Your eyes trailed down, seeing legs in a black suit and black substance on the floor. And feathers. Lots of them. Carefully, you opened the door a crack. “Seungmin? Oh my god.” You saw Seungmin slumped against the wall with giant black wings. You dropped the bat and swung the door open, kneeling down by his side. Sliding your hand behind his head to support him, you gasped. The black splotches. It’s blood.

“You’re okay. I got you. I’m sorry, I know it hurts.” You reached around his folded wings to drag him into your apartment, leaning him against the wall. “Wait here.” You ran to your bathroom, filling a bucket with water, grabbing the first-aid kit and spare over-sized clothes. Kneeling down with trembling hands, you took off his bloodied shirt, peeling it away from the gashes on his back and stomach, not seeing the scratches and cuts on his arms. “I’m gonna clean you up okay?” You hesitantly looked at his fluttering eyes.

“Hurry.”

You wiped the blood off and gently cleaned his wounds, flinching as he grunted and grit his teeth. “You’ll be okay. It’s okay.” You were really saying this for yourself.

When he finally had the strength to move a little, you helped him into your bed. You were worried. You tried your best to treat and wrap him up. It’s hard to take care of a being that doesn’t eat nor sleep. He fell in and out of consciousness. It must be that bad that he seems to sleep right now. You paced in the hallway anxiously before going to your kitchen to get a glass of water. “Even if he doesn’t eat, water should be fine, right?” You spoke aloud to yourself, setting the glass down to dab at the sweat on Seungmin’s forehead. As you pulled away, you felt a gentle tug on the hem of your shirt.

“Don’t… don’t go.”

“Huh?” You stared at him incredulously. Seungmin’s jaw and grip was tense. His eyes were scrunched closed tightly. He was not conscious. “Hey, hey, hey, wake up. Wake up,” you shook him lightly, searching for tiny signs of consciousness. After a moment, his eyes fluttered open, blinking multiple times before speaking.

“Y/n?” He winced, attempting to sit himself up. You quickly helped him up. “Sorry…I got blood everywhere. And I must’ve scared you. I got caught in between a few dastardly beasts on my way back and I couldn't heal myself…Let me- let me change so I don’t scare you any more.”

You blinked and his wings disappeared and his deep wounds started to heal slowly while the little cuts were gone. “Have… have you always had wings?” He nodded, avoiding your gaze.

“They look ugly, don’t they? Especially after I had a good part of my wing torn off, which is still trying to heal.” You shook your head.

You stared deep into the bottomless pools of darkness in his eyes. “No. They aren’t ugly. They’re…beautiful. Terrifyingly beautiful. I know you’re hurting and changing your form probably makes it worse. Go back to your true form. It doesn’t scare me... Let me help you.”

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a/n: hey everyone <3 it's been a stressful time for me but i do enjoy writing for you guys and i would LOVE to hear what you all have to say :) feel free to reblog what you think or tell me at either @underaverageheight or @shortcielo

[hellishere7980]

IMW Chapter 5

Ensuring she left no incriminating notes behind, Marinette took a final glance around her childhood room. She reached for Kaalki's glasses and called out, "Voyage!" Grabbing her suitcase, Ladybug stepped through the portal and arrived in her design studio. Jagged Stone had arranged this space for her when he asked her to design and create his full tour outfits. He believed she would need a dedicated place for her work, offering her the studio as payment because he felt her prices were too low for his rock-and-roll image. The best part was that her parents were unaware of its existence. Only Marinette, Jagged, and Penny knew about this hidden sanctuary. Jagged owned the flat, refusing to accept rent and covering the utilities himself.

The studio was a two-story apartment with an expansive open floor plan. A beautiful kitchen stood to the left of the large living room, while a spacious bedroom and bathroom were situated nearby. Tinted windows overlooked the Seine, even granting a view of the Couffaine boat house on clear nights. Adjacent to the front door, a staircase several workbenches not only for embroidery but also for creating accessories. She could now expand her list of offerings to include these products. Additionally, a state-of-the-art graphics table allowed her to design posters and other computer-aided design projects. The studio encompassed everything she needed for her business, including ample space for fabric storage.

For months, Marinette had been retreating to this sanctuary after her sewing machine and materials were confiscated from her room. She began transferring her belongings to the studio, starting with her sketchbooks when they attempted to take those away as well. This place ensured she could continue working on her commissions. She was immensely grateful to Jagged and made a mental note to thank him when he returned to town.

Dumping her suitcase in the bedroom, Marinette carefully concealed the miracle box in the false wall she had created in the panic room next to her bed. Exhausted, she collapsed onto her plush queen-size bed, allowing sleep to whisk her away as the Kwamis flitted about the room.

After ensuring that Marinette was asleep, the kwamis gathered around Tikki with curiosity evident on their faces.

"Tikki, what was that shift in your presence earlier?" Wayzz asked, voicing the thoughts of the others. "It was strong enough that we all felt it."

Tikki hesitated for a moment, casting a careful gaze at her fellow kwamis. She took a deep breath before responding. "What you felt earlier was me helping with her spiritual awakening. My chosen has undergone a metamorphosis into a true holder and unlocked her natural magic."

The words hung in the air, causing the other kwamis to gasp in surprise. "But that... that's impossible," Wayzz replied, echoing the disbelief of the group.

"I know, and if it were any of my previous wielders, I would agree with you. But it has happened. I felt her magic awaken while she was transformed, and her suit has changed. However..." Tikki trailed off, her voice filled with uncertainty.

"But what, Tikki?" Barkk inquired, eager for more information.

"When Marinette's magic awakened, it wasn't a type I recognized. It was creation magic, but it also had elements of destruction. From the very beginning, when Master Fu gave me my miraculous and we first transformed, and even now, I know without a doubt that Marinette is a true Ladybug. But I think there's more to it," Tikki explained.

"Tikki, are you saying that she's not just a true Ladybug, but a true Black Cat? That's impossible! You and Plagg never blessed the same soul. And considering the fact that she can create full-sized clones with only a little help from Mullo, she would be a true Ladybug and Mouse," Wayzz rebutted, trying to make sense of the situation.

"After what happened tonight, I no longer think Marinette is a true holder at all. If I'm right, she's something far more rare and exceptional. She will be a better holder and guardian than anyone else, even across the multiverse. She's a once-in-a-lifetime, completely unique being. But before I can be certain, I need to talk to Plagg," Tikki concluded.

The kwamis were left utterly perplexed by Tikki's revelation. How could Marinette not be a true holder? She was able to use both powers from the beginning, and only true souls blessed by the miraculous could do that since they carried a part of the miraculous within their souls. Except for one kwami, none of them could grasp what Tikki was suggesting.

"For now, let's get some sleep. Tomorrow will be a busy day for all of us as we begin her practical magic training," Tikki suggested, trying to bring the conversation to a close. The kwamis returned to their box, with Tikki curling up on Marinette's neck, unnoticed by the others. Longg, however, couldn't take his eyes off their slumbering guardian. Before retreating into the box, he whispered two words to himself, "Natural Soul."

Across town, in the Agreste Mansion, a certain black cat kwami couldn't help but smile at the thought of his ring soon being reclaimed by pigtails. If what he had felt earlier was accurate, it wouldn't be long now. He would finally be free from the burden of this man-child he once called his Kit. Plagg was unlike other kwamis; he always paid attention to his holders' actions while transformed, despite pretending not to. It was his way of testing them, as he had seen too many wielders become corrupted by having his power at their fingertips. He knew exactly what Adrien had done—the way his hands and eyes wandered over Ladybug's suit mid-combat, the intentional brushes against her butt and breasts, all under the guise of saving her from harm. Even though those actions had resulted in him getting mind-controlled, Plagg was disgusted by Adrien's behaviour.

But now, if Pigtails had truly awakened her magic... there were ways to circumvent the requirement of both miraculous being active simultaneously for balance to be maintained. Plagg could only hope. As he slept, he purred contentedly, dreaming of the day he would be reunited with his chosen.

Morning arrived, and Marinette woke up, gazing at the unfamiliar ceiling. She tried to recall where she had seen it before, as it definitely wasn't her skylight. Then it hit her: she was in her studio, in her bedroom, lying on her comfortable baby blue bed sheets on her queen-size bed. Glancing at the clock, she saw that it was 6 am and time to get up. Carefully, she picked up Tikki, her kwami, and gently placed her on one of the beds, giving her a little pat on the head.

Walking into the kitchen, Marinette gathered the ingredients for French bread and put four loaves into the oven. They would be ready in about 20 minutes, giving her just enough time. Marinette was 5 feet 4 inches tall and weighed around 80 pounds, which was underweight for her age and height. After her parents, Tom and Sabine, started punishing her by taking away meals, Marinette had slipped into underweight territory. However, with the help of the kwamis, who made sure she ate every day, she had regained some of her health and reached a weight of around 100 pounds.

By the time she finished making breakfast for the kwamis, Marinette glanced at the clock again. It was now 6:50, and she started preparing her own sandwich. A smile spread across her face as she received a response to her emancipation email. The reply stated that the court date was scheduled for a week later and that Miss Gamora Lusinia had legal guardianship over her until then. Miss Lusinia's involvement ensured a speedy court date, and the evidence Marinette had gathered, including emails between her parents and the mayor regarding her sudden weight loss, assured her that her emancipation would be granted, as her lawyers had confirmed in their response emails.

[druidx]

Her Countenance was Light - Chapter 29

CW: Blood, Injury, Implied child abuse AO3 ; Chapters: 01. 10. 20. 21. 22. 23. 24. 25. 26. 27. 28. Tag list (ask for +/-): @aquadestinyswriting, @hannah-heartstrings, @jacqueswriteblrlibrary, @babyblueetbaemonster @mr-orion

"Hi, Mom," Elo says to the short, dark-haired, nondescript woman who answers the door of the nondescript house on this nondescript, not-quite-suburban street. Elo watches her Mother's expression as Oakrose takes in the state of her erstwhile foster daughter, with a gaze that swiftly travels from surprised joy to deep suspicion and finally ends in parental dismay. "Oh, Love. I think you'd better come on in," her Mother says with a sigh.

Elo follows her Mother through the dark and narrow front corridor, past the huge coat rack filled with every conceivable boot, jacket, outerwear accessory, bag and Personal-Protection-Equipment that could be thought of, and into the central hallway beyond as her Mother bellows for the first aid kit. Elo narrowly avoids tripping over an abandoned toy train, only to knock into the tall filing cabinet and be attacked by the spider plant that lives on it, as her Mother yells for a child to come clear the train and its tracks away. Then they pass the telephone table, with its pot of half-dead pens, hair ties, treasury tags, and stack of notepads, and into the kitchen.

Her Mother pulls out a chair and bids Elo sit, as a young girl with long brown plaits, freckles, and huge brown eyes walks in slowly, holding a red box out to Oakrose like it's a shield. "Thank you, Dimple," Oakrose says to the child as she takes the first aid kit. Elo makes a pained noise peeling her ruined jacket off, and the child scampers back, hiding behind the burnt-orange door frame. "Dimple's new," Oakrose says to Elo, then to the child, "This is Elowyn. She's one of my oldest kids. Don't worry, she's nice. Come in and say hi." Elo gives the child a lopsided smile and tries for brightness as she says, "Hi there." "Hello," the girl whispers from behind the door frame, eyes wide and wondering.

The smell of freshly baked cookies eases Elo's spirit as her Mother bustles around, making demands: "Take off your shirt. Raise your arms. This is going to sting, so don't flinch– I said don't flinch. This is a bit more than 'first aid', my Love. Really, you need to go back to hospital, I reckon… What in the name of the Green Goddess did you even do?" "Fell off my bike," Elo says, hedging the truth so as not to cause more worry. "I guess I pulled the stitches, huh?" "And then some," her Mother murmurs. "You can fix them, though?" Oakrose snorts. "I've been patching you and half the neighbourhood up since you were just a wee little thing like Dimple. You really should go to the hospital." "I can't. My health package won't cover it." Her Mother raises an eyebrow. "Child, you will be the death of me. Tell me you didn't come all this way for free medical treatment?" "No, I did this on the way over. I left a message I was coming?" "Which kid?" "Ishaan, I think." Oakrose clicks her tongue and mutters, "Boy needs a reminder on telephone etiquette." "I came to look for some old notebooks. I need them for a case." "Ah," Oakrose murmurs. "Something to do with little Evie Strucker's murder, I'll wager." "Sharp as ever, Mom," Elo replies.

Then there's no time for more talk as Oakrose sets to repairing the damage done by that damned Continental. Without the strong painkillers from the hospital, her Mother's stitches hurt more than the doctor's, and Elo bites down on the more vitriolic curses, shouting the names of vegetables instead. By the time Oakroase is finished and handing Elo a shot of something strong and alcoholic, all the other children have fled outside. All except for little Dimple, still hiding with wide eyes behind the door frame.

"That sounded like it hurt," Dimple whispers, as Oakrose putters about, tidying her equipment away. "It did," Elo says. "How do you not cry?" the girl asks. "I cried every time my bad mom hit me. Sometimes it made her hit me more." Something pinches in Elo's chest at Dimple's words. "I shout and curse instead," Elo says. "But that's just me. There're a lot of different ways to let pain out. Crying is one way, and so's shouting. And that's fine. Different people need different things." She wants to make a point to this timid little thing that Dimple isn't broken for crying. Maybe Elo's also trying to make a point to herself that she's not broken for not crying. "We all deal with things in our own way." Elo shrugs, aware that their foster Mother is watching the exchange with a careful eye. Dimple creeps out from behind the door frame and to the edge of the kitchen. "I saw your picture in the newspaper," she says. "Oakrose says you helped a lot of people." "Yes. That's my job." "Is it hard?" Elo thinks about it – thinks about the Master of Commerce, and about Snotgrut and Legnok. "Sometimes," she says. "Sometimes there are people who don't seem like they deserve your help. But they do. Sometimes they need it more than others." "Oh." Dimple chews her lip, staring hard at the ground. Then she looks up and takes another step into the kitchen. "Do you get hurt a lot, as a policeman?" "Specifically me, or policemen in general?" Dimple raises one shoulder in a slow shrug. "Generally, no. As long as you're careful and have a good partner, it's reasonably safe." Dimple stares, as if expecting Elo to say more, but Elo is not about to admit her reckless self-endangerment to a child. Behind them, Oakrose closes the bin with a touch more force than might be necessary. "Dimple, can you put the first aid kit away for me?" Dimple edges forward and comes up on her tippy toes to grab the red box from the table. She stops on the way out of the kitchen, turning back with seriousness in those wide brown eyes. "I think I want to be a policeman too, when I get older," Dimple says with such quiet conviction that Elo feels that nameless something pinching in her chest again. "It's lots of hard work, and you have to be all kinds of smart, but I bet you'll be great at it," Elo says, and wonders if this is how Alexis felt the first time they met, and Elo pronounced her vengeance for all to hear. "All right, Dimple," their foster Mother says. "Sergeant O'Toreguarde has work to do. Run along now." Dimple gives another one of those serious nods and walks, quiet and unhurried, back into the house to put the first aid kit away.

Mother and daughter watch the child go, and then Oakrose hands Elo a black t-shirt with some band name emblazoned on it. Elo's shirt is already in a basin of cold water and lemon juice, her suit jacket at the top of the laundry pile. The shirt probably can't be saved, but if not at least her Mother will have some new rags. "It's Lieutenant now, by the way," Elo says as she pulls on the t-shirt. Oakrose gives her a careful smile. "Congratulations." It comes out as a hesitant question. "It's okay – you can be proud," Elo says with a chuckle. "Everyone seems convinced it's supposed to keep me out of trouble, not get me into more." And then her Mother beams at her. "I am very proud of you, my darling. But if they think an increase in rank and responsibility is going to keep you out of trouble, well." She shakes her head. "They've clearly never met you." "Thanks, Mom," Elo says with a roll of her eyes. "I should go make myself look a little less banged up and call a tow for my bike."

Elo's getting off the phone with Evans at City Hall about retrieving her bike when the doorbell goes. She hears her Mother cry out with joy and assumes that Farren and Irvine have turned up. By the time she's finished, her Mother's settled the two men around the kitchen table with a coffee and a slice of spiced apple cake. There's one set out for Elo as well, and really she's too impatient to eat, but she'll never turn down her Mother's cooking. "So where am I likely to find my notebooks," Elo asks, ignoring the way Farren is considering her attire. Oakrose taps a fork to her lips. "Probably the shed. We had to clear out a lot of stuff when I converted the attic and basement into more rooms. A lot of things got bundled into boxes and moved down there." She eyes Farren and Irvine. "I've been meaning to sort through them for ages. Maybe you boys can give an old woman a hand?" "Of course, ma'am," Irvine chirps. Elo has to cover a snort at the way her Mother is hamming it up, which turns into a cough as she catches Farren's grinning eye roll.

The day is still fair as they make their way down to the shed. The children are scattered on the large lawn; one is holding a tea party, offering mud pies and pretend tea to various dolls and stuffies. Elo tips her head in thought. If it stays nice, perhaps she can take His Nibs for a picnic…

Then Oakrose is unlocking the shed, and Elo is the first to step inside. It is an old, dusty thing. Still sturdy and watertight, but most things in here have seen better days; a mower upturned with no blades, a bike with no tyres. Elo winces as she leans over the bench to pull open the window shutters, as Farren follows her and gives a questioning frown. Dust floats in the air, picked out in sunlight and raised on small updrafts of air. The light reveals yet more clutter and confusion – forgotten pickles, yellowed and stained newspapers, a handful of miscellaneous fixings scattered over the bench. "Start with those crates in the corner there," Oakrose says, pointing. "I could do with those tarpaulins, too." Farren passes Elo the tarpaulins. "I didn't know you liked Cryptic Goat?" Elo swallows. "I like their inventive use of industrial furniture." And it's not technically a lie, because Maddy's played her enough of the band's music that it's a genuine opinion. Farren harrumphs and turns away to start hauling down crates.

The tarpaulins are spread out on the lawn, and Elo unpacks each crate, methodically searching for her notebooks. While she's unpacking, Oakrose starts sorting the contents into piles of similar items so she can repack them and label up the crates. As they work, Elo shares her idea for the picnic with her Mother and the two women scheme.

By 11:20, all the crates have been turned out and they still haven't found the notebooks. Elo is starting to despair of finding them before she must go home for a fresh suit and collect King Storri for lunch. Oakrose, as patient as ever, digs out some clothes for Elo to borrow. Elo takes herself up to her Mother's room to change. The blouse is a bit more bouffant than she would pick, the jacket tight around her arm muscles and the trousers a little too short, but she's sure it'll be fine. Her eyes wander the room while she fusses with the collar. Her distracted gaze settles on the little set of shelves next to the bed. A clumsily crafted cup, made by her in-another-world-twin Ashbury. Wickerswitch's archery trophy. A giant manual on home brewing, owned by Grandpa Birchwick. Ten small journals, decorated with flowers and leaves. A tall, slim reference guide on local flora from her Mother's old friend Turnip. Wickerswitch's trophy for a prize-winning marrow. Elo's Police Academy graduation photo. Elo blinks. Ten small journals, decorated with woodland motifs. With a whoop of delight, Elo collects them up and pounds downstairs.

"Farren, Irvine! I found them!" she calls, coming into the back garden. "Hurrah," Irvine says, smiles all over as he comes out of the shed to put the next crate away. "Finally," mutters Farren, stubbing out a cigarette. "Where were they?" "In Mom's room." Farren gives Elo a long look, considers his cigarette, and relights it. "I'm sorry. I would never have guessed they'd be there." He looks again like he's about to ask after her change of attire, but Irvine is already plucking a book from her hands and opening it. "My gods! Your handwriting is terrible!" Irvine says, holding the book out, twisting it as if that will make her writing legible. "Yes, thank you, Cobbleskater, I am aware," Elo snips back. "But how do you even read this? It's like a half-dying spider drowned in ink and pulled its way over the page to-" "Thank you, Cobbleskater!" The little man blinked. "I only mean to say, Lieutenant, how did you pass through the academy with your handwriting this bad?" "I worked very hard." "But–" "I taught myself calligraphy, if you really must know, and applied the principles of that to my police work." "But why is this so bad?" "Because I spent seventy per cent of my time writing in glyphs, not the Latin alphabet." Irvine looks from the page of glyphs to the page of translations. "Ah, yes, I see." "If you're done, Cobbleskater," Farren says, "our LT's got someplace to be, remember?" "Well done for finding them, love," Oakrose says, coming out of the house. She hands Elo a list. "I've got most of what we discussed sorted, but I'll need you to pick up a few bits." "Thanks, Mom." The two women share a short embrace and then Farren is loading her and the journals into his car.

With Irvine ensconced with the journals on the backseat, already absorbed in learning the translations she has highlighted, Farren glances at Elo as he drives. "So what happened?" "I swear I was being careful." "But?" "Some asshole tried to run me off the road. Trashed my bike in the process." "You get a plate?" "No–" "Let me guess – distracted cuz you popped your stitches?" "It was a dark blue Lincoln Continental with tinted windows and probably a wrecked undercarriage, considering it drove over my bike. I'd know if I saw it again." "D'we need to divert to a hospital instead of the market?" "No. Mom fixed me up." "Cuthbert's Scales, Bug…" "I said I was being careful, didn't I? It's not my fault the universe has it out for me." "I'm sorely tempted to take you back to the station and stick you in lockup." "And you'd start another international incident with the Icelanders. Just go to the market."

[spiderz0mbie]

Q : ㅤ 3 - 5 things that your character can be identified by.

01. EMOTIONS / FEELINGS.

hope.

resilience.

grief.

guilt.

love.

02. COLORS.

amethyst smoke.

black.

white.

grey.

spun pearl.

03. SCENTS.

custom perfume consisting of rosewood, patchouli, sandalwood, earth and cedar.

mint toothpaste and listerine.

ground espresso beans.

04. FASHION.

black skinny jeans.

graphic t's and black sweatpants for comfort.

stitched accessories.

never ending bracelet collection (for no particular reason 👀).

black combat boots.

05. OBJECTS.

band aids.

a drawing made by a child she saved.

a card for a really good lawyer in hell's kitchen.

empty coffee cups.

tide pens.

06. BODY LANGUAGE.

forced smile.

soft eyes.

outward hands.

eye rolls.

clenched fists.

07. AESTHETICS.

a rotting radiation facility.

a fully weaved spider web.

street art.

passing of cars as you gaze upon the city below.

sun rising in the morning.

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[clatterbane]

The next batch of bread dough I make should be much easier, and I can now reasonably whip egg whites without killing my wonky shoulders!

Mr. C went ahead and picked up a köksassistent! ("Kitchen assistant") Which is like one of the heavy duty Kitchen Aid stand mixers with all the attachments, only this model is sticking the motor down in the base like your average food processor. Pretty sure this one comes with a food processor thing, for that matter.

The second bigger box over to the side that he actually picked up today has a deluxe accessory pack with the blender jug and a meat grinder, plus a separate ice cream maker attachment. Which I really won't be sorry to try out. Neither would he, judging from his decision to get it in the first place.

I would have already gotten this washed up and given the dough hooks an inaugural run, but my ribs are still pretty thoroughly fucked up from that hospital trip. Hopefully within the next day or two. In the meantime, those boxes can just sit in that corner mostly out of the way.

Much nicer mixer than I've ever been used to having, that's for sure. But, we should get plenty of use out of everything except maybe the meat grinder. May actually have to try making sausages at some point. Possibly some Louisiana boudin, which you're really not getting otherwise across the Atlantic.

[kitsunesakii]

For Secret Santa, I am writing for: @nightfrostshadow

Their prompt request is: Villain exhausted mind body everything rip poor dude and then uh hero can catch him easily.. Either hero takes him to uh prison? Or then helps him lol up to the person whether it's angst or fluff

OMG!!!! I had SOOOO much fun writing this!!! Sorry that it's so long 😅 I just couldn't stop!! I hope this is all you wanted!! Merry Christmas!!!!! ❤❤❤

TW: MENTION OF BLOOD, SLIGHT DETAIL OF FLESH WOUNDS, MENTION OF THE WORD DEATH (I think?)

Fluff and stuff

Ignorant to love

*you are ridiculously heavy*

That didn't even rank in the top ten blaring thoughts of the evening. It was the most relevant though. 

     I hefted his body up the last couple steps of my apartment building. 

     I tried to ignore the growing pain in my own ribs and I quickly unlocked the door and half laid half dropped him on the couch. And like the blarringly loud alarms going off in my head, I couldn't ignore it much longer. 

     I took in slow, long breaths, slowly and agonizingly bringing my heartbeat to a normal rhythm. 

     What an eventful morning. I entered the kitchen and immediately grabbed the first aid kit stashed wisely under the sink, went back to the comatose figure on my couch and lifted his shirt. 

     Let me backup a few hours. Today I was on shift for the back allies that ran straight into the sewer system. I was supposed to report any activity and keep any of the homeless from killing each other. 

     I WASN'T supposed to run into Jake, the local, mildly harmless, villain that worked these areas. I say mildly because of the ache in my ribs. 

     He wasn't expecting to see me, and his usual flirty facade was put on hold while a grumpy, I-obviously-haven't-slept-in-at-least-three-days composure took over. That alone was worrying, he was annoyingly good at keeping composure and shooting face burning remarks easily. 

     I had clearly interrupted him leaving a fight. His lip was bleeding and the way he held himself suggested at least 1 broken bone. His hair was unusually ragged and his clothes hadn't been ironed, which he usually prided himself on. 

     It honestly hurt to see him like that. He was never one to ask for help, and the amount of times he ignores his personal health is exhausting to say the least. He had just enough energy to throw a rather crippling punch to my abdomen before he passed out in front of me. 

     Protocol stated that I had the authority and the Duty to arrest. 

     That would bring me to now, and the other blaring thought in my head. Because instead of arresting him and calling a medic I've taken him to my house. 

     *NEGLIGENT OF DUTIES*

     *ACCESSORY TO A VILLAIN*

     *TRAITOR TO THE HERO COMMITTEE*

     I rubbed my eyes, hoping that maybe that will force out the thoughts to make room for something useful.

     I pulled off his shirt and examined everything. The minute I saw the damage, the theory that I scared away his attacker seemed more relevant. I couldn't see how he was even standing when I found him. He had bruises in streaks over his chest and around his neck. Small cuts littered his collarbone and one large old gash had reopened and almost split his shoulder. 

     I planted my hand on his chest tenderly and closed my eyes. 

     I was considered a healer, but it wasn't that simple. I couldn't force healing on anyone, if they are awake and unwilling then I don't have enough strength to fight them. As well as that, I can only heal internal bleeding and recreate certain bone structure. I can't fix flesh wounds or give people strength, like some of the other healers in my sector. 

     That didn't take away from my relevance to this situation though. 

     With my eyes still closed I felt around, mentally healing some internal bleeding while fixing 3 ribs and repairing 1 completely. I felt out this old gash, by the way the stitching was done and the fact that it was healing incorrectly I'd say he was supposed to rest but didn't. I healed most of the internal  damage, returning to my med kit and applying bandages over anything that bled. He would hurt like hell when he woke up but he'd be alive. 

     With the dangerous bit out of the way, I poured a glass of water, crushing up ibuprofen before stirring it in. 

     Next I finally sat down and attended to my own wound. I don't think he realized but he hit where an old cut was healing, it had ripped, which accounted for most of the pain. I bandaged it up quickly. Looking out across my apartment from the kitchen. Tattered, torn, and bloodied fabric laid in a pile, clothes didn't even describe them anymore. It looked like a crime scene. 

     *It will be when they arrest me.* 

     The thought was met with a small grunt. I stood up, grabbing a wet rag and kneeled by the couch. 

     His features were pale, but still just as nice to look at as before. 

    "Ick" he flinched, moving his hand to his ribs, I grabbed him before he could ruin his bandages. 

     "Hay, hay, your alright, don't move, it's me, JJ,"

     "JJ? W-what? W-what hap- ppened?" 

     "Drink this," and before he had enough time to resist I forced the medicine infused water into his mouth. He didn't even open his eyes, just fell back asleep. 

     I held my breath an extra second before standing up and gathering up the remains of bandages and shredded clothing, laying a blanket over him before entering my bedroom. 

 *quit pacing* 

     It had been two hours since I'd broken my vows to the Committee. Since then I called and said that I needed someone to cover the rest of my shift for the week, explaining that I was sick and needed rest. They apologized and even asked if they could send someone over to see if they could help. 

     Just what I needed, another hero entering my home only to find a badly beaten villain asleep on my couch. 

     I respectfully declined their offer. 

     I lapped around the room again. Biting gently on my lower lip. I didn't regret saving him. That wasn't my issue, my issue was the hole I was digging with lying about it. But if I turned him in, yes he would get medical attention, but he would be put in an isolation cell. 

     The Isolation program was still very politically affected. And many people couldn't decide if it was humane or not. It basically was a 3 course injection that rid you of your power. 

     I don't think I could bear to see that happen to him. Being broken that badly didn't seem moral to me. 

     "Hello? Anyone home?" 

     I ran into the room, visibly relaxing when I saw that he looked just a bit more alive. His pale skin was starting to absorb color, and his eyes were no longer glazed over, he was awake. 

     "Hey, how do you feel? Do you have a headache?"

     "Hmmm, my head feels fine, body feels fine, the only thing I need now is a shirt. Although I'm willing to be swayed on that front." 

     I laughed, some of my anxiousness fading. His stupid sense of humor was back.  "Here,"  I handed him the glass of water, he hadn't finished it earlier.

     He looked at the glass with a raised brow. 

     "Is it poisoned?" 

     "Yes. I saved you only to kill you."

     His eyes lit up, another good sign, and he took a long swig. "Hmmm, I didn't take you for enjoying that sort of thing, hope it's slow." He winked, followed by a wince and another grab at his ribs. 

     "Don't touch, don't move, don't speak" I half grumbled that last part, moving into the kitchen, "Are you hungry? I have... " I looked at the empty basket and instead opened the cupboard, also empty.... "I can order something? " 

     Knock, knock, knock 

     I nearly jumped into the cupboard door. Running quickly into the living room with a finger to my mouth. 

     "One second!" I hollered haphazardly at the door. I helped Jake into my bedroom, setting him on the bed before shutting the door, only to answer another. 

     "Hey, what are you doing here?" I tried to keep my voice light, it came out breathy and raspy instead. 

     "Hay," the girl at my door was my supervisor, a sweet woman that really needed a haircut. "I heard what happened, are you ok? Do you need anything? Can... I come in?" 

     I blinked at her, realizing that I was fully blocking the doorway, I eased up. 

     "Actually I should really get back in bed, I appreciate you coming over to check on me, but I'll be ok, healing just takes time."

     "Ok..." Her gaze flicked past me into my apartment, "I won't keep you long I just wanted to let you know that a local assassin came into the E. R. In really bad shape, claiming that he stabbed a villain and that he was stranded by the gutter," She paused, giving me slightly apologetic eyes, "he said that he would have finished him off, but he was cut short when a local hero interrupted him... The description he gave matched yours, and you were shifted in that area... I was just wondering if you saw anything?"

     I'm a bad liar, it's why I choose not to most of the time. Hesitating wasn't my best option, but I froze. 

     *LIAR*

     *TRAITOR*

     *ACCESSORY TO A VILLAIN*

     "No, he might have seen me leave though, I wasn't able to go my full rounds."

     She stared at me a moment longer, "Ok, if you see anything in the future feel free to call me." 

     She left, and I shut the door, entering my apartment. My stomach knotted hard. 

     I shook it off, entering the bedroom to find that he had settled sitting up on the edge, a tight but tired look in his eye. 

     "Sooo, are they gonna take me away now?" 

     "What?" 

     He stared at me blankly, a small nervous smile peaking on his face. 

     "I assume they came to pick me up? Orrrrrr....."

     "No, She was just checking up on me, but it's not safe for you here, we need to leave."

     "Pretty sure that was my stand from the start" He said his words unsurely, a frown expanding in understanding of my words. 

     I didn't give further explanation, just grabbed my biggest hoodie and threw it in his direction. Packing a small bag and snatching my keys. 

     I went downstairs first, checking the perimeter to make sure no one was waiting for me. Then I helped him down and into my car. He was unusually quiet, and the moment we were on the road and my senses were more relaxed, I looked over at him. 

     "Tell me how to get to your place,"

     "Keep going straight," was his flat answer. 

     We drove in silence for a while. 

     "You winced when helping me to the car." 

     "I did?" I glanced back at him, he was staring at me. Oh, oh, "yeah, I have an injury on my stomach, I'll be fine."

     "I... I remember.... He stabbed me... Then, you were there, I.. I swung at you. Did, did I hurt you?"

     The worry in his voice struck hard, "You happened to open a wound that I had previously, it caused more damage than would have if you had struck somewhere else, I'm fine." 

     "Turn here." 

     He was quiet for a long while after that, simply giving short instructions until we were at an old, abandoned warehouse at the edge of the city. Trees and foliage covered half if not more of the sides, and broken windows seemed to let in light at all angles. 

     I parked the car, and for a moment, we sat in simple silence. The only sound was the gentle hum of my car's motor. 

     "Why are you helping me?" 

     Great question. I didn't quite know the answer. Yet.

     We had always kinda got along. It always seemed as if he knew my schedule, because he would, without fail, make an appearance on my shift. Throwing witty banter and flirty comments at every point. He never really fought either. His power was the ability to control gravity. Which made fighting him extremely hard because he would simply make it so I would float. I secretly loved it, and while I think he had caught on to that, I would never voice it. 

     Everyone at the hero committee seemed fake. He never did, when he laughed it was genuine, and while I didn't agree with all his morals, he always was set in them. At the Institute it seemed opinions changed based on political structure, a new mayor changed small things. Nothing was ever set in stone. He was real, it was refreshing. 

    "I couldn't just leave you there."

     It surprised me the finality in my own voice. But was that all?

     "Yeah... But you could have sent for the others, send me away, I still would have gotten medic."

     I didn't answer him. Maybe it was that I didn't want to admit it myself. How terribly scared I had been that he might die. That I might lose something I never had. Maybe that's why I saved him, why I didn't turn him in. Why I lied to my commander. But I wasn't ready to admit that. Small feelings that probably amounted to nothing. That was  nothing. 

     I simply shrugged, helping him out and into the abandoned warehouse. 

     The inside didn't look any better than outside. The room we entered had no ceiling, the walls were cracked and bruised. The memory of pale blue paint clung weakly to walls and foliage ran wild. 

     "This definitely isn't a sanitary place for you to heal." 

    The corners of his mouth quirked into an amused smirk. "Oh come on, how long have you known me?" 

     He pointed to a door, like the rest of the place looked as if it had seen better days, and together we pushed towards it. 

     He pushed around some vines, revealing an old button. After a push and a seemingly jumbled sound of clicks the door slid to the side revealing an elevator. 

     "Just great," I muttered, heaving him into the elevator. 

     Very quickly I could see that this wasn't an abandoned warehouse. Underneath was a busy and bustling unit. We pushed past groups of people, some busy writing in notebooks or analyzing data on screens while others gave curious glances in our direction. 

     We nearly ran into a bumbling scientist. She seemed more outraged by his condition than I was. Quickly using some sort of telepathy ro place him on a gurney. 

     "6 lacerations, at least 3 broken bones! I don't know how you don't have massive blood loss? And I told you to rest! By the looks of this you also ripped your stitches from last time!!" 

     I walked beside them quietly, too out of my element to try to leave. Combat was never my specialty and some of the people we passed made my stomach knot up. 

     "You have her to thank for the lack of blood loss." He answered, his voice more bored than worried. 

     She eyed me, suspicion spiking in her features like an ugly scowl. "And who is she? If she's a heal type why isn't she in proper attire? You know how dangerous bringing people here is??"

     "Calm yourself my dead" he huffed, dragging a hand over his bruised face. "She's with me, and she needs medical attention."

     I went to protest but was immediately cut off. 

     "You are definitely top priority-"

     "First of all," he sat up, "no, I'm not top priority, while you were all selling information to the bloody informant that tried to kill me, I was being stitched up by this girl, who was probably risking a lot more than I was. Secondly," he turned to me, a slight red formed on the tips of his ears. "She has a badly ripped wound on her side, and she needs anti-inflammatories and some pain medi." He turned back to her, she seemed to shrink at the eye contact. "As for you. You will tag someone in from the institution, since they are the only people I can apparently trust. They  will attend to her wounds while we have a talk in my office." 

     There was an infinite silence, the once loud, obnoxious science girl was mute. Hands balled up and stiff at her side. Features emotionless. Her eyes were the loudest part about her. Without another word she typed in something on her tablet and another science lead took me away for tests. 

     I looked at my clock. A full 8 hours had gone by since I seemingly ruined my career by helping Jake. At the moment I was in some sort of Infirmary. People were busying themselves everywhere. I needed to get home. 

     That was my second problem. The door was locked. 

     When I tried it the first time I just thought I needed someone to open it for me. So I hadn't started panicking, simply asked the nearest person if they could let me out. 

     It was the fourth time that I realized that I was fully being ignored. 

     My head was starting to really hurt. Based on the jarble that the doctor relayed back to me, I did in fact lose an unhealthy amount of blood, I would have noticed earlier if my 'fight or flight systems weren't engaged'. I didn't quite understand, but I knew enough to know that resting was smart. 

     So I watched people exit and enter, huddled up and whispering. Some would look over in my direction with honest curiosity while others couldn't have cared less if I was a unicorn. 

     After a while the door opened and it was Jake. He looked a lot better, and despite everything, I visibly relaxed at the sight of him. 

     "Have you even tried to rest?" He stated, noting the monitor at my side, "the whole reason for locking you in here was so that you could rest!!?" 

     I laughed at that, "how are you feeling? You look much better, looks like someone treated your flesh wounds?"

     For a moment he just stared at me. Big, golden, disbelieving eyes. Brown hair pushed back with some sort of hair gel, and dressed in something much more flattering, at least without the bloodstains. 

     "Don't worry about me, I'm fine, I'm more worried about you, the doctor said you lost a lot of blood? Are you ok to walk? Your welcome to stay here but if your people weren't suspicious you disappearing definitely will be."

     "You're the one that should be resting, I can take the bus." 

     "And risk some stranger realizing how perfectly wonderful you are and taking you for themselves? I could never, let me drive you." 

     My brain just kinda stopped. I was used to flirty, small compliments and mild suggestions from him. Even small things like brushing my hair out of my face. It was the perfect thing to get me distracted and red. 

     This hit differently. It felt real, not some silly comment. I felt something... Different. 

It brought back his question, 'why are you helping me?' 

     Maybe.... 

     "Hey? You ok? " 

     His words reeled me back to the present, I just blinked at him. 

     "Yeah, yeah, lead the way." I responded dully. 

     Maybe.... 

     We got to the car, it wasn't mine, but I was sure that mine was probably already back at my place. The silence was thick. A weird haze of emotions that both of us didn't speak of, I wondered what his were?

     "Thank you again." He blurted.

     "You're welcome." 

     "I was thinking..." He paused, his eyes glued to the road ahead of him. His knuckles were white. "I was wondering.." He reiterated quietly. "I've known you for a few months now, seen how you react to things, watched you help others... Watched how you avoid war like the plague. Hell," he coughed, his face getting slightly red. "We've even gone to the movies together. Which is great! And I quite enjoy the company! Im just saying.... Well..." 

     I stared, baffled. 

     Maybe.... 

     He fell silent, letting his words trail off. We arrived at my apartment complex shortly after. 

     "Thanks for dropping me off." We both got out, just staring. 

     Maybe... 

     "Do you?....." He bit his lip, he was standing almost flush against me. 

     'Why did you help me?'

     Maybe.... 

     His hand brushed my cheek. He dragged in a long breath, a smile burned on his face.   

     "Do you know why I was at the sewers entrance?"

     "Why?" 

     "Because I wanted to see you." He whispered, his eyes flicking down to my lips, I found myself doing the same. 

     Maybe... 

     He leaned in. His lips pressed gently against mine. His hands held my face. He was so stupidly tall. I kissed right back. 

     Maybe I helped him because... Because I loved him.

[lilacevans]

— lila’s puppy haul✨🤍

under the cut is an in-depth look at all the things i’ve gotten so far for my puppy! if anyone has an recommendations, please let me know! any advice is welcome as well. stark hasn’t been a puppy since 2018 and i feel like i’ve forgotten what it’s like to have one ruining around!🫶🏻

— the glorious puppy cupboard!🐕🤍

— feeding & treats!

the treats i’ve chosen so far are:

for her food we’ve gone with the wellness core chicken & turkey grain free puppy food! this has a really high meat content and she will also be having some raw food with her meals! to hydrate the food we’ve gone with the honest & good chicken broth powder which comes with her probiotics!

✨ wainwrights turkey training treats

✨ lily’s kitchen chicken & salmon and chicken & turkey training treats

✨ betty & butch seafood & three bird training treats (along with a sample of puppy kibble that we will use as treats)

✨ the innocent hound 80% lamb training treats

✨ water bowl & slow feeding bowl.

✨ a travel bowl & water bottle!

things that are still to get here are:

✨ another bag of puppy food! a snuffle mat, a lick mat & some other treats such as dental treats & peanut butter & calming treats. her dorwest all round supplement powder & puppy salmon oil! & a scale and scoop to measure her food! & turmeric golden paste.

— grooming & pet care!

i am in love with the bugalugs range! we already use the baby fresh collection on our dear starky boy!

✨ baby fresh shampoo & conditioner

✨ baby fresh cologne and detangling spray

✨ nose & paw balm

✨ all over wipes

✨ a brush & comb set!

things that are still to get here are:

✨ some travel packs of wipes for on the go. bugalugs ear & eye wipes. a dog first aid kit. the bugalugs antiseptic spray for nose & paws & for skin. a bath brush! & a cool mat!

— walkies & travelling!

i do want to get her a better collar, lead & harness but bc puppies grow so quickly i wanna wait until she’s stopped growing before i get her a nicer set!

i treated myself to a dog walking bag from cocopup london & it is so cute!

✨ included in the bag is: a treat pouch, a poop bag holder & a training whistle with lanyard!

✨ not pictured is a her training line, which is 10 meters!

things that are still to get here are:

✨ a travel mat & blanket & a car seatbelt! & a matching (to the bag) collapsible water bottle & collapsible coffee cup for me🫣 & a black bum bag walking bag for hubby! & a rope lead! & poop bags!

— accessories & bedding!

not pictured is her pen for downstairs!

✨ a downstairs bed with her dinosaur & blanket!

✨ puppy pads (she won’t be encouraged or rewarded for using these to empty on. these are purely to pad the bottom the crate, and the pen, incase of an accident!)

✨ crate, mattress bed & 2 blankets with her little heartbeat lamb!

✨ a pet towel (which should’ve been with the grooming section but oh well)

things that are still to get here are:

✨ another pack of puppy pads!

— toys & entertainment!

i don’t wanna be typing forever about all the toys i’ve gotten her, but there’s an assortment of all different types & i hope she loves every single one. i still need to get some flat & crinkly type toys!🤍

[portgasdash]

A late night Snack (Yonji X OC)NSFW

A/N: This is basically a continuation of their adventures in the woods. They are home, clean, wounds tended to and very much relaxing...and yonji wants his 'snack' he didn't get to have earlier.

Disclaimer: As it says in the title this is NSFW meaning MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY kinks for this one is vaginal fingering and oral (female receiving) and solo male. neither of those are your cup of tea please turn back now.

leeets gooooooo!

Ran sighed peacefully as she nestled into her blanket further on the couch. Her and Yonji had arrived home about two hours earlier from their 'adventures' in the woods. And after some much needed first aid, a shower (of which Yonji received a pleasant thank you gift for the recent after care), clean clothes and a light meal; they were both now settled on the couch in their living room watching some random show to enjoy the rest of their evening.

Ran snuggled in closer against her giant green lover, the latter looking down at her and smiling before kissing the top of her head.

Yonji was laying casually on the couch. Head propped up in his palm as he absentmindedly watched whatever was on the screen, his other arm lazily draped over Ran. Hand stroking her stomach from time to time under the blanket.

He looked down again, for what felt like the hundredth time since they got on that couch, and smiled. Seeing her so closely snuggled up to him made him feel so at ease. There were no expectations for him, no stress, no 'master Yonji'. He was just 'Yonji' here and he had one duty; attend to his little Panda of a girlfriend.

Who was currently, without realizing it, making things very difficult for him at the moment.

She didn't seem to realize every little thing she does could potentially set him off in all the right ways. In the kitchen in just her pjs making a meal? He'll bend her over before making her his meal. At the gym doing her daily sets? She was about to get a lesson in both flexibility and endurance if the security cameras weren't an issue. Literally her just bending over to pick something up and he was ready to bend her over the nearest surface and have her over and over. And right now She was unknowingly testing his resolve.

She was wearing her cute little spaghetti strap top with a sleeping panda on it, that left her stomach exposed to him, with her matching shorts, that hugged her ass so nicely and left nothing to the imagination when it came to her thighs. All of her marks from her earlier adventure with him a dark contrast to the light colored top and made for wonderful accessories. Her minty teal hair was no longer in her buns, and instead in a high pony tail with strands framing that adorable face of hers, and she opted to not put her glasses on since she was trying to relax.

The little minx was teasing him, she had to be.

He was doing his best to keep himself in control, she was still recovering to what they did earlier after all, but it was becoming difficult with every time she shifted or snuggled closer against him. With every brief movement she made her barely covered backside was brushing against the front of him, and it was starting to stir something up inside him that was making him bite his lip, and hug her a bit closer to him. If she kept going he wouldn't be able to last, and she already did so much for him, but he was getting hungry.

Suddenly an idea hit him. He was going to get what he wanted, plus that snack. And Ran won't have to do a thing for him except lay there and look cute. Yonji grinned to himself before snuggling in closer to her, ready to put his plan into action.

Yonji leaned down and kissed the top of her head, like he had done many times before, then started making his way down to kiss her forehead, then down to her nose before he went for each cheek. Making Ran chuckle some at his sudden assault. " yonji what are you up to? I thought we were watching this show."

"We are, don't worry. You lay back and enjoy the show. " He purred before tracing his nose back up to nibble on her ear some, causing her breath to hitch.

"Yonji...already? we just..."

"Shh. just relax and enjoy your show. You won't have to do a thing except lay there and be cute. Promise. This is alllll for you."

" What do you mean?"

" After indulging me in one of my deepest fantasies, and then blowing me in the shower, then making a nice light dinner for us? It's only fair I do you a little favor right? Besides..you denied me my favorite snack in those woods...and I am getting little hungry. So you just relax and let me take care of you for right now alright?"

Ran knew there really wasn't any arguing with him. And it wasn't like she was complaining either. Its just usually some work on her end would be needed afterwards as it usually never stopped there. However, If he was promising she can just lay back and let him do everything, then she will see where this would good.

She sighed and nestled in closer to him, and leaned over to kiss the bottom of his chin. " Alright, but I better not have to do anything like you said." Yonji grinned and nuzzled her neck. " I promise. Just enjoy the tv. "

Ran nodded before turning her head back to the tv to continue watching her show. Yonji smiling as she did so before going back to what he was doing. He left a trail of kisses from her ear down to her neck. Stopping to suck on a spot that wasn't blemished by his teeth marks from earlier. He grinned hearing the little hitch in hear breathing as he assaulted her neck. He stayed there, leaving kisses and light marking where he sucked on unmarked skin, for a few more minutes before pulling back. Enjoying the view of her cheeks becoming noticeably more pink, and her breath a smidge more labored as she did her best to keep watching what was on the screen.

He leaned down and kissed her cheek sweetly, before moving the hand that had been resting on her stomach up to snake under her top and squeeze one of her breasts. Rolling her nipple between his fingers idly, as if he was just mindlessly playing with it as he watched the show as well. When he was watching Ran for her reactions. She currently had her lip between her teeth to keep herself calm as she watched her show, but her thighs were telling on her.

Her thighs were rubbing together tightly to get a but of friction to ease the pressure she was feeling. All while rubbing her ass against his crotch like before, this time with more intent. He let a low chuckle before grinding against her back, letting himself poke against her clothed entrance a few times before pulling back. " Now now, I said you focus on the show while I take care of everything. So why don't we take this and move it over here shall we?" He emphasized that part by pulling his hand out of her top to move one of her legs to rest on top of his. Preventing her from rubbing, and giving him full access from his vantage point.

When her glazed over eyes met his for a moment she saw that sweet little smile of his plastered on his face before he moved his hand back up to her top and started playing with her other breast like he was the other one. All while grinding his growing erection against her slit. Causing a few strained moans to escape her.

"Pay attention babe. I think we are getting to the good part." he teased as he waited for her to turn her head back to the screen. As soon as she was looking away he moved his hand to slowly trace down her torso, down her belly and finally coming to rest by cupping her through her shorts, and slowly rubbing her. Letting a low groan as he did so. " I have barely even begun and you are beginning to soak through enough make a damp spot on your shorts? You really are needy for me huh?" He teased as he kept rubbing her through her short, her nails gripping into the cushion to gain some kind of anchor. He smiled some seeing her try her best to remain in control as she kept her eyes glued on the tv. " Well, what kind of man would i be if I just left you unattended like this?" he purred as he slipped his hands under the waistband of her shorts and started rubbing her through her underwear. Sliding his finger up and down her slit, and stopping occasionally to rub slow gentle circles around her needy little nub. She was starting to whimper some in need as she kept trying to stay focused. Failing miserably as he eyes started to fall shut to enjoy the feeling he was giving her. He flicked her clit some, causing her to gasp and open her eyes. Giving him a pout. " Watch the show sweetheart. Don't wanna miss it" He told her as he kept stroking her. She could only let out a shaky huff as she did her best to keep her eyes open.

After another minute or so of him teasing he finally decided to be nice and slip past the final barrier between them. He slowly slid his finger up her clothed cunt one last time, making sure to catch his finger on her clit as he moved, before finally slipping his hand into her underwear where he started to rub lazy circles against her clit with his fum. Ran let out low moan as he did this, her leg twitching on his thigh as he did this. He grinned and put some more pressure on it before moving his digit to move quickly in and up and down motion. This made her rest her head back against her chest and pant heavily as she tried everything in her power to stay focused. " You're doing so well babe. How about I help you out some?" He purred, before slipping a digit inside of her and started to lazily pump it inside of her, letting out a throaty groan as he felt her insides. " babe. You are drenched here and already sucking me in over one finger..I can't wait to get started now." He admitted as he sped that finger up. Making Ran's breath hitch every so often as it git grazed that spot inside of her. Soon after Yonji added a second finger and started pistoning them inside of her. Making his palm grind against her aching numb without mercy. He was loving the wet sounds coming from her cunt, the caught breaths and needy whines coming from her. It was telling him just how much she was loving it. But the part that told it to him the most was how she was clenching around his fingers alone. With every thrust, crook and rub he could feel her walls spasming against his attention. He knew if he kept this up she'd come undone soon. But that's not what he wanted just yet.

He still wanted his snack.

After a few more passes he pulled his hand away from her. Causing her to whine in protest, and break her focus to look up at him with pleading eyes and flushed cheeks. That look alone was almost enough to make him forgo what he wanted and just pound into her until she saw stars, but this wasn't about him. He was going to care for her right now.

He smiled at her before sitting up. " Just doing some rearranging babe don't worry." he told her as he moved to have her lay down on the couch. her head propped up on a pillow so she could still see the tv, and he was hovering over her under the with a feral grin. " Now babe, like i said before, you focus on the show and let me have my snack. got it?" She gave him a weak nod as he looked down at her, before he smiled at her and kissed her softly. "Don't worry. I am not going to tease you for much longer. Promise" With that promise he slid her shorts and underwear off and kissed his way down until he got to her mound. he couldn't see her face, as he was now obscure underneath the blanket, but by the way she was twitching and her breath was coming in shallow pants, he knew she was struggling to keep her eyes on the tv.

He decided that he was done with the teasing, and slid his shorts down some as well. gripping himself with his free hand. Letting out a hiss as he felt his own hand touch his cock. smearing a bit of pre to help lube up his strokes. He may not be fucking her this time around but he was definitely get off to her cries of pleasure.

He finally nestled himself snugly between her legs and blew on her glistening cunt, making her hips twitch some around his head. He let out a low moan as he started to pump himself before diving his head down to lap up slowly along her cunt. Enjoying the taste of her that had gathered near her entrance. He heard a whine come from her as he continued his broad swipes of his tongue against her, letting the tip of his tongue flick against her swollen clit. Her thighs were twitching with each flick and swipe of his tongue, which lead him to stroke and squeeze in time with her twitches. He was moaning into her cunt, the vibrations making her whine in pleasure as he kept going. He soon decided to move himself further up and started sucking on her swollen numb, while he brought two fingers up to start stimulating that spot inside of her. He felt her ankles cross, and her thighs tighten as soon as he started to spear her insides with his digits. Her moans reaching a high pitched keening sound as she kept going. His own moans reaching a higher pitch as he stroked himself in time with his thrusts inside of her. After a few more moments of that Yonji pulled his mouth off of her clit, and his fingers out of her. Ran was about to cry in protest to him moving, before letting out a gasp and cry of pleasure as she felt something warm and wet slip inside of her and start thrusting and wiggling inside of her.

Yonji had slipped his tongue inside of her and started fucking her with that. Bringing his thumb down to continue where his suction had left off. His hand starting to fist himself faster. He was so sloe, and by the way her legs were twitching around his head she was too. He started to thrust his tongue upwards and drag it along the spongy spot inside of her as his thumb rubbed fast, tight circles around her clit. "Y-yonjiii I'm...I'm gonna.." Yonji pulled back some, the slick sound of him fisting himself filling the room for a moment. " Cum for me baby. Cum all over my face and let me enjoy my favorite little snack." he growled before he dove back in and started thrusting his tongue in more and moving his finger in faster circles.

It didn't take long after that. With a few more strokes of his tongue, and rub of his finger against her abused button, she hit her peak. Her legs immediately tightened around his head, her hand coming down to tighten in his hair and push his face further into her cunt, and her back arched as she let out a load cry of pleasure. Her release flooding his mouth. The combination of the hair pulling, legs tightening and finally getting to taste her was all that he needed as well. After a few more strokes his eyes rolled into the back of his head as he let out strangled moan into her cunt as he released himself into his hand.

He stayed there a fir a few seconds, making sure he got every last drop of her. Once he was satisfied he got everything he slowly pulled himself away from her, making sure his tongue trailed against that swollen clit one more time to feel her twitch some and moan again. He came out from under the blanket and grinned at her. Kissing her on the forehead, mouth still glistening with her release. "You enjoy your show babe?"

" Gonna be honest I forgot what I was even watching the second you started rubbing me out through my underwear." she admitted as he let out a laugh. " Awwww. Sorry i distracted you from the show."

"It's fine. Wasn't even that interest compared to what you were doing. Though now I don't have any pajamas for tonight as you already made me soak through those." Ran pouted as he snickered at her. " Oh no I guess we are going to bed naked, whatever will we do." he joked as he bundled her up in the blanket and made his way towards the bedroom. " We can do laundry tomorrow once we get up. For now lets get some rest. We have had quite the adventure today." He told her as he finally entered their room and placed her on the bed. "Like we're going to get any sleep if we go to bed naked. Your hands are going to be all over me." she pouted as he started getting her comfortable in bed with a small chuckle. " I promise, I will keep my hands to myself until you and I are well rested. Now, go ahead and get ahead start on that sleep. I'll go clean up out there and join you in a bit." He told her as he made his way to the door.

" Hey Yonji?" He looked back at Ran, who was curled up in the bed all cozy staring at him. " Yeah Panda? what is it?"

" I love you." Yonji stared at her for a moment before his face softened into a gentle smile meant only for her. " I love you too Panda ."

" and Happy Birthday As well." Yonji was confused before he looked up at the time and laughed to himself as he realized that it was in fact his birthday as of today.

"well if what we've been doing for the last few hours is any indicator of how my birthday is going to go. This is going to be the best one I have ever had."

A/N: Wooooooooo. You guys do NOT wanna know how long that has been in my head. But i am so glad to get it out so my favorite green boy can get some love. When i also saw how close his Birthday was (March 2nd) I decided last second to make this a birthday fic as well for him. Hope you all enjoyed this as well and please feel free to leave asks or requests. i am really enjoying being able to write again. See you all in the next one!

P.S. @vinsmoke-vi here ya go mah friend, cause you and I enjoy the same level of depravity.

[toyartsy]

What Sorts Creative Toys Essential for Your Child’s Development?

As they foster creativity and problem-solving capabilities, creative toy

As they foster creativity and problem-solving capabilities, creative toys are vital to a child's development. Children can use these toys to think disapprovingly, explore numerous circumstances, and express themselves in original methods. Playing pretend helps kids develop social skills as it allows them to act out real-life scenarios and practice interacting with others. Moreover, imaginative play toys promote mental growth by pushing children to think creatively, make choices, and try out novel ideas. Children also gain hand-eye coordination and fine motor abilities through practical doings, which lays the groundwork for a well-rounded growth. Kids' Creative Toys: The Enchantment More than just entertaining, creative toys for kids are vigorous resources that promote growth, learning, and imagination. Through these toys, kids can play imaginatively and discover their creativity in countless ways. Parents may help their children learn and grow in a fun atmosphere by providing an excellent of pretend play toys. Toys for Pretend Play in Kids: Developing Imagination Kids Pretend Play Toys are a brilliant approach to support children's self-expression. These toys, which may be whatever from an ice cream pretend play set to a wooden kitchen playset, let kids act out numerous parts and situations. They can act as ice cream sellers or chefs preparing delectable meals in their own kitchens. Children learn energetic social skills through role-playing, containing empathy, cooperation, and communication.

Why Pretend Play Sets Are Beneficial In addition to being fun, pretend play sets teach children valuable lessons. Through imitation of real-world actions, they aid in children's understanding of their surroundings. Kids can experiment through cooking and food preparation in a creative and safe environment by a wooden kitchen playset, for example. Kids get to learn about a variety of foods, kitchen appliances, and even fundamental math skills like measuring and counting while they "cook" and "serve" meals. Their cognitive development will benefit from this interactive learning experience, which is also enjoyable.

Wooden Kitchen Playset: An enduring option

A kitchen playset made of wood is a classic choice that offers both strength and countless imaginative possibilities. These playsets are frequently meticulously constructed to resemble little replicas of actual kitchens. The tactile element that wood's natural material brings to play is crucial for the development of senses. Children can engage in imaginative play while operating doorknobs, arranging kitchen accessories, and more. Children that engage in Pretend Play Kitchen Set develop their fine motor abilities as they handle little things, which further boosts creativity. Play Kitchen Set: An Entire Universe of Gastronomic Explorations

For kids, an imaginary play kitchen set opens up a world of culinary activities. Children can experiment with different cooking methods and dishes using a variety of kitchen instruments and accessories. Play like this helps kids develop critical thinking and problem-solving skills as they choose what to "cook" and how to "serve" it. Furthermore, youngsters can ask friends or family to participate in social activities with a kitchen playset, which promotes cooperation and teamwork. Sweet Play and Education with the Ice Cream Pretend Play SetChildren can be delightedly introduced to the delights of operating their own ice cream stand with an ice cream pretend play kit. As they practice counting and sorting, kids can scoop, serve, and combine their favorite flavors. When youngsters scoop and stack their ice cream creations, this kind of imaginative toy not only keeps them entertained for hours on end but also promotes the development of hand-eye coordination. A pleasant way to combine enjoyment and education.

are vital to a child's development. Children can use these toys to think disapprovingly, explore numerous circumstances, and express themselves in original methods. Playing pretend helps kids develop social skills as it allows them to act out real-life scenarios and practice interacting with others. Moreover, imaginative play toys promote mental growth by pushing children to think creatively, make choices, and try out novel ideas. Children also gain hand-eye coordination and fine motor abilities through practical doings, which lays the groundwork for a well-rounded growth. Kids' Creative Toys: The Enchantment More than just entertaining, creative toys for kids are vigorous resources that promote growth, learning, and imagination. Through these toys, kids can play imaginatively and discover their creativity in countless ways. Parents may help their children learn and grow in a fun atmosphere by providing an excellent of pretend play toys. Toys for Pretend Play in Kids: Developing Imagination Kids Pretend Play Toys are a brilliant approach to support children's self-expression. These toys, which may be whatever from an ice cream pretend play set to a wooden kitchen playset, let kids act out numerous parts and situations. They can act as ice cream sellers or chefs preparing delectable meals in their own kitchens. Children learn energetic social skills through role-playing, containing empathy, cooperation, and communication.

Why Pretend Play Sets Are Beneficial In addition to being fun, pretend play sets teach children valuable lessons. Through imitation of real-world actions, they aid in children's understanding of their surroundings. Kids can experiment through cooking and food preparation in a creative and safe environment by a wooden kitchen playset, for example. Kids get to learn about a variety of foods, kitchen appliances, and even fundamental math skills like measuring and counting while they "cook" and "serve" meals. Their cognitive development will benefit from this interactive learning experience, which is also enjoyable.

Wooden Kitchen Playset: An enduring option

A kitchen playset made of wood is a classic choice that offers both strength and countless imaginative possibilities. These playsets are frequently meticulously constructed to resemble little replicas of actual kitchens. The tactile element that wood's natural material brings to play is crucial for the development of senses. Children can engage in imaginative play while operating doorknobs, arranging kitchen accessories, and more. Children that engage in Pretend Play Kitchen Set develop their fine motor abilities as they handle little things, which further boosts creativity. Play Kitchen Set: An Entire Universe of Gastronomic Explorations

For kids, an imaginary play kitchen set opens up a world of culinary activities. Children can experiment with different cooking methods and dishes using a variety of kitchen instruments and accessories. Play like this helps kids develop critical thinking and problem-solving skills as they choose what to "cook" and how to "serve" it. Furthermore, youngsters can ask friends or family to participate in social activities with a kitchen playset, which promotes cooperation and teamwork. Sweet Play and Education with the Ice Cream Pretend Play SetChildren can be delightedly introduced to the delights of operating their own ice cream stand with an ice cream pretend play kit. As they practice counting and sorting, kids can scoop, serve, and combine their favorite flavors. When youngsters scoop and stack their ice cream creations, this kind of imaginative toy not only keeps them entertained for hours on end but also promotes the development of hand-eye coordination. A pleasant way to combine enjoyment and education.