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| Coming home to you | Gaz

Summary: TF 141 boys and how their wife/gf helps them when they come home after a long and gruelling mission.

I enjoyed doing the wife/gf series and wanted to do some more 🥲 Ghost’s is already done. [Wife/gf masterlist] 1,604words

Gaz x lawyer girlfriend!reader

The soft click of a clasp drew you out of your sleepy haze. You sat up, fluffy blanket falling around your hips and you frowned. The coffee desk surface visible, your scattered files and paperwork piled neatly together beside your closed laptop and stationary case. A flickering candle set on the coaster, one you’ve never seen before.

Kyle, his back facing you as he put away the shopping from the reusable bags on the kitchen counter. He liked to do the simple and mundane things to ground himself whenever he returned from a mission.

Going food shopping however sent your thoughts haywire, he hated doing it that you normally got it delivered. You pushed the blanket off and kicked it to the end of the sofa. Before your feet could touch the floor he spoke.

“Want a coffee, babe?” Kyle asked, head not turning fully to glance at you over his shoulder. Another red flag, no hello or reunion kiss.

You pushed off the sofa and padded across the cold tiled floor, slippers no where to be seen. Now that you walked to him, the bins have been taken out and every surface in your view is spotless, almost sparkling. As if he’s been cleaning around you all morning.

“I got some new blend, but I know you like the vanilla kind.” He’s moving around the kitchen, back to you as you walked closer as if he’s trying not to look at you head on.

You leant against the counter, picking the oat milk from a bag and sliding it across the marble top. “When did you get back?”

“Not long,” he shrugged, cup slamming to the side as his back muscles trembled. “A few hours,” he said, his voice rough and scratchy.

The milk steamer silenced you as you called his name, the fancy coffee machine he got you is only used by him. You can never be bothered to learn all the functions when you’re always in some rush. Kyle making you all different types of blends when he returned from work, as if he liked the loud sound to drown his thoughts out. Drown you out when you try to question him.

“Why don’t we just go back to bed, rest,” you said, palm lightly touching his back, but you’re removing it as soon as his body froze at your touch. He goes the other direction before you can round him, your steaming hot coffee left on the side.

“Slept on the plane home.” Kyle plumped the cushions, the sound of his fists pounding so hard you thought the feathers would explode from the inside.

Sipping your coffee, you unplugged your phone from the charging station by the kettle. A chain of text messages from John lighting your phone. A warning, mission royally fucked, gal. Don’t let Kyle stew for too long, send him my way if he’s too stubborn. A few from Johnny too, don’t go looking into anything lass. That particular message telling you everything you need to know about the situation, something and someone had got in their way.

As if sensing your thoughts of getting involved, Simon texted you. He’d never done so before. Knowledge is power, give it to Gaz. Was he encouraging you to do some digging? To get involved with a classified mission? Maybe you even knew someone connected to them all.

Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip, finger tapping against the screen as you sent a few question marks back to Simon. Eyes glancing to Kyle unravelling the cord of the hoover across the room.

The phone buzzed, two names written in capitals and a big fucking lead from Simon. BAILEY AND ROANE. Fuck, no wonder Kyle couldn’t look at you. The same names printed on the neatly stacked files on the coffee desk.

“Did you look through my casework?”

Kyle turned to face you for the first time. Stitches holding a gash together near his hairline, grazed skin above his brow and on his cheekbone. You wondered what else laid beneath the layers of clothes he wore.

Your back straightened, tension holding your shoulders up at the implication. So stuck in his head, that he couldn’t talk to you about what’s really going on.

“I just tidied it up, the place was a mess when I walked in,” Kyle snapped, flinging the hoovers plug across the floor. His nostrils flared, he’s doing a good job of avoiding your gaze as if your mere presence angers him.

“Why won’t you look me?”

Kyle’s gaze flickered to you, then to the coffee table piled with your work. He picked the files up and threw them across the room. “Drop the case, give it to someone else.” His voice was cool and controlled, like he’d practiced it all morning. It wasn’t anger he felt, but frustration.

The little tasks he’d done this morning helped him sort through his the mess in his mind. The mess that you had created both in your shared home and the relationship.

“I can’t just drop it. This is my life’s work,” you said, kneeling down to collect all the scattered papers on the floor.

Kyle sighed, crouching down in front of you and handing you photos, one in particular not leaving his grasp as you tried to take it back.

“You have no fucking idea who you’re going after,” he snapped, snatching the photo and lifting it up to wave in your face. The same man in the picture that taunted you in your dreams.

“I don’t give a shit! If they hurt you, I want to help. I want to ruin them. So you tell me exactly what they did.” You yelled in his face and he doesn’t even flinch, your throat burning and eyes stinging.

How was he so calm with everything at stake? You were so angry, every little moment of your life led up to this case and there was no way you were giving up now. The reason you’d become a lawyer in the first place, to put these scumbags behind bars and serve justice.

Kyle stood up, tossing the photo across the coffee table. “They used you to rein me in. They fucking threatened your life!” His finger pointing at you.

And there it is. The thing keeping him from you. He released a deep breath, his chest rising up and down.

“I don’t need protecting Ky! My parents were killed for their work and if I have to put my life at risk to nail those bastards I will.” More fuel to add to the fire, everyone you’d cared about, gone and Kyle wasn’t going to be added to that list.

“They’re fucking war criminals, this isn’t a game baby.” Kyle grabbed your arms, anchoring you to the spot. His glassy eyes connecting with yours, the line between his brows relaxing as he held you there.

It had never been a game to you. Retribution, revenge or karma you didn’t know what to call it, but justice didn’t seem enough most times. Not when it came to Bailey and Roane.

You shrugged out of his hold. “Have you even read my parent’s files?” He doesn’t respond, shaking his head.

Most in the military knew your parents more than you did. Sometimes you got a glimpse of them when you met people they knew, trails of stories giving you an insight to their character and morals. To you they were just mum and dad. Something you didn’t really talk about not even to Kyle, he respected that you didn’t want to pick apart that wound so he never asked any more.

“I thought that’d be the first thing you looked into. I know you looked into my background to see if I’d done shady shit. Yeah, I know.” You fell back into the sofa, gaze dropping to your hands in your lap. The wedding ring your mother wore on your finger.

The cushions dipped under his weight as he sat next to you. “It wasn’t personal, our careers, we can’t take the risk.” His hands took yours and he brushed the rough pad of his thumb over your knuckles. A peace offering and an apology for looking into you. Little did he know that you also did one on him.

“My parents were high up in the military, everyone knows that. They know how they died, but they didn’t know that I was there or that my dad gave me evidence. I’m not trusting that to someone else.”

Nine year old you crammed into that tight space, you didn’t come out for hours. Not till it was dark, not till you knew you could walk the rooms and follow the shadows. Just like daddy taught you to.

“Bailey and Roane killed them. I have evidence,” you whispered, a rogue tear rolling down your cheek. The weight of your words pushing down the knot on your chest. Saying it out loud made it feel more real. You hadn’t shared it with anyone.

“You’ve got a target on your back, I don’t like this.” Kyle wiped your tear stricken face, forehead resting against yours as he released a trembling breath.

“It’s always been there Ky, just a whole lot bigger now. Recon you could get me a meeting with Laswell and Price? I have intel they might find helpful.”

Slipping away, Kyle’s eyes scanned your face. “You’re really not going to back down are you?” He paused, nervous laugh as you shook your head. “Thought so, we’ll have to do this by the book and very discretely. I’m not letting you out of my sight either.”

��� Kyle and lawyer!girlfriend teaming up to take down the baddies.

[iceman-soup]

request!

sorry if you've done this already, but what would Ghost and Soap's first leave together look like? could be sfw or nsfw, everything is up to you

yes yes yesss this is sfw because my descriptive brain took over, also autistic ghost supremacy 🫶🫶

ghost x soap

Simon wasn't ready to meet Johnny's family yet. Hell, they'd only been dating five or so months before deciding to stick with each other on leave, and by that point it was far too stressful and overwhelming to think about meeting a whole bunch of new people to mask around and make good impressions. Ghost needed the time off to re-regulate, and honestly, Soap wasn't up to introducing a boyfriend he had barely warned his mother about beforehand.

So instead the two taxi'd over to Manchester from the airport, arriving at a tiny, cheap flat with even cheaper security cameras dotted on each outside wall and above the front door. "Enough of a deterrent, even if half don't work," explains Simon, seeing Johnny looking around curiously. He unlocks the door and pushes it open an inch, baited breath for a couple of moments as he appears to listen for anything unusual, before opening the door properly, flicking on the warm overhead lights and pulling Soap in by the hand, who gazes at the inside of his flat whilst Ghost locks the door again.

"Dinnae take you for an interior designer, Lt," John grins, glancing at the taller man before going back to admiring the space. It's dusty, sure, but otherwise not quite as awful as expected, and although cramped, holds a feeling of comfort and rest. The two are standing in the kitchen, cupboards naked oak wood and counters hand-painted daffodil yellow, the honey-coloured floor tiles chipped but superglued back together. The image of Si sitting cross-legged on the ground fixing them fills Soap's mind, his heart fluttering at how domestic his lieutenant suddenly seems.

There isn't a wall between the kitchen and living room, and Johnny takes that opportunity to wonder straight through, taking note of a comfy-looking secondhand sofa to cuddle up on together later. An old TV with a jumble of cables is stood upon a coffee table, which simultaneously doubles as an actual coffee table, evident by a few mismatched coasters with just as many water marks as the surface they're supposed to be protecting. Splintering wood in the tried-to-be-aesthetic bare floorboards are covered by a granny rug which contrasts the baby blue walls surprisingly well. Two doors lead off from the living room, and Ghost walks over to the first one, opening it to show the other.

"Bathroom," he comments as if it isn't obvious. There's nothing extraordinary about it, but Soap does notice his unwavering loyalty here and on base to his very specific shower products - of course. He nods and they move on, entering the fourth room. Si hovers at the doorway whilst Johnny wanders inside, taking in the bedroom.

Most of the space is taken up by a double bed pressed up in the far corner, white paint on the metal frame missing in spots, showing its age. The bedding is black with little bone prints patterning it, soft cotton and all matching. Shoved next to the bed is a chest of drawers, one of the handles missing and replaced with a nail bashed into the wood. Hung up precariously on the picture rail over it is Simon's formal uniform - clearly unused for years due to his skilful avoidance of social events. Again, the floor is stripped of carpet (the bedroom in slightly safer condition than in the living room) and the walls are painted, this time a pale pink and dotted with glow-in-the-dark plastic stars.

"Never got them as a kid," Ghost mutters, gesturing to the stars and then the general soft colours of his flat. He shuffles awkwardly on his feet, avoiding eye contact - and subsequently his boyfriend's loving smile too. "You want something to eat? I don't have anything," he adds quickly.

"We can go doon to the chippy?" John suggests, walking over to kiss him tenderly. "Or if you don't feel like seein' people, I could order us something." The taller man nods at the second option, then proceeds to wrap his arms around Soap's waist, burying his face into the crook of his neck and pressing his lips to the skin, simply savouring his warm embrace.

"I love you, Johnny. I'm happy you're here."

The next few days go by far too quick for either's liking. They're spent with long mornings just laying in bed, doing fuck all on their phones in the oddest cuddle positions known; alternatively, smothering each other in hugs and kisses until they have to give them attention until they're satisfied. Time is spent plodding around the flat, wearing pyjama trousers and fluffy socks and with blankets draped over their bare shoulders.

Meals are cooked with very little skill but a whole lot of try, so at least that's something. Neither go out much; just to the shops when they need something or one night to get fish and chips from the good place across the street. They eat sitting on the countertop or the sofa, watching some shitshow with a laugh track that winds Simon up.

Evenings involve making out during conversation, quietly murmuring and laughing between kisses, chests pressed together so their hearts can talk directly. Ghost realises he's never felt so safe and content on leave before this one night when they're lying in bed, a dim lamp the only light in the room as he runs his fingers through Soap's hair, now slightly curly from growing out whilst not on base. It's quiet, but not in the lonely, terrifying way it usually is when he's alone in the flat, left to his own thoughts for however long between deployments.

Maybe, just maybe, leave will become something that he doesn't dread anymore. And perhaps next time - he thinks, pressing a kiss to his boyfriend's forehead and flicking off the lamp - it might be nice to meet Johnny's family.

[tiffanydaleo]

Art Show Set Up

Practicing my booth setup for some in person art shows!

6/10’ Art Show setup I need to do some in person shows and move some artwork. Most show curators ask you to send photos of your booth and mine are all years old, so I set this up in my backyard to get some photos. I tried to feature a variety of sizes, and price ranges, I have matted prints, notecards, stickers, some tile coasters, a variety of works on canvas including one large piece. It’s…

[midmorninggrey]

Steal something from my space! Tagged by the wonderful @carnalapples!! I'll tag @layalu @saladruiner @the-font-bandit @plisuu and anyone else passing through!

[synnthamonsugar]

16 16 26?

16. (x2) They say you can tell a lot about a person from the state of their desk… Do you have a desk? Can you describe it?

I know the second one is probably a typo but I have 2 desks so I'll describe both lol

Two monitors on risers. A laptop. A tangle of cables. A collection of old & recent knicknacks: ponies, aperture science turrets, a wooloo in a pokeball, the shadowkeep CE box, lucky cats, a completed daruma, a laser cut keychain of Charlie, an Apollo moon landing commemorative pin. Someone's handmade geode mug filled with pens, pencils and cutting instruments, a single crochet hook, and two small pride flags; a green tiled turkish lamp; a stack of books; a desk mat depicting an eclipse in a dark forest scene; a keyboard whose non-alphabetical keys have been replaced with various symbols.

A stack of books. A tin box full of paper crafting & letter-writing materials. Unmounted rubber stamps. An "Ohio" mug. A coaster visualizing the time between earth's formation through recorded human history as a map of the united states. A rechargeable electronics duster. A pen grip. A glasses case. Two candles. A stack of journals beneath a resin bird's skull. A small lamp with a vaguely Victorian print lampshade. A model depicting Misty of Chincoteague. A full pin board. Framed prints of my art. A framed art card of a witch. Two resin blocks encasing specimens of sea life.

26. What is your dream mode of transportation?

BULLET TRAIN NETWORK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If I could get to other ends of the coast within a few hours I would be basically unstoppable.

[adhdandelion]

one thing i have noticed with adhd is my hella weird sensory issues that are just. highly specific.

one thing is that my parents own glasses and coasters that, when the glass moves on the coaster, it makes a sound only i can hear but it is the Worst Sound. Close second is styrofoam, styrofoam on basically any other material, but especially styrofoam on styrofoam. ugghh makes my whole body tense up.

the other day i scraped over some Bad Plastic with my fingernail, it didn't even really make a sound but it just felt so horrible, it took me over a minute to recover.

My parents also own some coffee mugs with print on them, but not glossy print, washed out, rough print. I cannot use them, because they feel so Wrong in my hands.

my bathroom and toilet room have tiles, with a similar texture. i hate walking or standing there without socks. i mean i can tolerate it for a quick pee, but it is Very Uncomfortable.

Point is, what makes a brain do that?? My family don't have issues with the mugs, I don't think that ever even crossed their minds. What makes a brain just go like. "Hm. don't like how this feels. Burn down the house" when I walk into the bathroom in the morning, before i put on socks???? over freaking TILES that just.. feel wrong some how?????

[theunnieteume]

Since I’m bored this school break I shall be making these writing prompts to life!

01. But you said

02. The light changed

03. Tick, tock, tick

04. Red plaid shirt

05. Terracotta tile

06. White board

07. Traditional

08. Sunshine

09. Fall

10. iTunes

11. I got this

12. Scene after scene

13. Dear Anna

14. He Clenched his Fist

15. A priest walks into

16. Surprise!

17. May I!?

18. Noodles

19. Coffee

20. Grass

21. Coaster

22. Flower patterns

23. Lemon wedges

24. Telephone cord

25. Used tissue

26. Leopard print

27. USB

28. Rough cut

29. Inner workings

30. Striped curtains

31. Heavy

Tho I can’t promise I will be posting consistently i’ll still try my best!

[sapkrr]

Handmade from the Heart: 12 Unique DIY Gift Ideas for Every Occasion

In a world of mass-produced goods, a handmade gift stands out. It carries a piece of your time, your creativity, and your heart. Whether you're celebrating a birthday, an anniversary, a holiday, or just want to show someone you care, a DIY gift offers a personal touch that store-bought items simply can't match.

But "DIY" doesn't have to mean complicated or time-consuming! We've curated 12 unique DIY gift ideas that are impressive, thoughtful, and surprisingly achievable, no matter your skill level. Get ready to unleash your inner artisan!

Why Choose DIY Gifts?

Uniquely Personal: You can tailor the gift to the recipient's tastes, hobbies, and personality.

Thoughtful & Meaningful: The effort you put in speaks volumes.

Budget-Friendly: Often, DIY gifts can be more economical without sacrificing quality or charm.

Sustainable: A chance to upcycle materials or choose eco-friendly options.

Fun to Make! The creative process can be just as rewarding as giving the gift.

12 Unique DIY Gift Ideas for Every Occasion:

1. Personalized Clay Trinket Dishes

Perfect for: Jewelry lovers, desk organizers, anyone who appreciates a chic catch-all. Why it's unique: You can customize the shape, color, and even stamp initials or meaningful words into the clay. How-to snippet: Use air-dry clay or oven-bake polymer clay. Roll it out, cut your desired shape (circles, hearts, organic forms), and gently press a design or lettering. Once dry/baked, paint with acrylics and seal. For more inspiration on what you can create with clay, check out these 12 stunning clay decor ideas that can easily be adapted into giftable items.

2. Custom Photo Coasters

Perfect for: Friends, family, housewarmings, anniversaries. Why it's unique: A daily reminder of cherished memories. How-to snippet: Adhere square photo prints to ceramic tiles using Mod Podge. Seal with several more coats of Mod Podge for a waterproof finish. Add felt or cork backing.

3. Hand-Poured Scented Candles

Perfect for: Hostess gifts, birthdays, relaxation enthusiasts. Why it's unique: You control the scent, color, and container, creating a truly bespoke aroma experience. How-to snippet: Melt soy wax flakes, add candle dye (optional) and your chosen essential oils or fragrance oils. Secure a wick in a heat-safe container (mason jars, teacups, tins) and pour the melted wax. Let it set completely.

4. DIY Keychain Charms

Perfect for: Anyone with keys! Great for stocking stuffers or small tokens of appreciation. Why it's unique: Small, personal, and can reflect an inside joke, hobby, or favorite motif. How-to snippet: Use shrinky dinks, polymer clay, leather scraps, or even small wooden discs. Decorate, add a jump ring, and attach to a keychain ring. Get even more creative with your keychain designs by exploring these 12 DIY keychain ideas that use a variety of fun materials.

5. Gourmet Hot Chocolate Mix in a Jar

Perfect for: Winter holidays, teacher gifts, cozy treat lovers. Why it's unique: A delicious and beautifully layered edible gift. How-to snippet: Layer cocoa powder, sugar, powdered milk, mini chocolate chips, and mini marshmallows in a clear jar. Attach a tag with instructions (e.g., "Add 3 tbsp mix to 1 cup hot milk").

6. Painted Tote Bags

Perfect for: Eco-conscious friends, book lovers, shoppers. Why it's unique: A functional piece of wearable art designed by you. How-to snippet: Use plain canvas tote bags and fabric paints or markers. Create abstract designs, stencils, quotes, or freehand drawings. Heat set according to paint instructions. Looking for some truly artistic inspiration for your fabric paint projects? These 12 mind-blowing fabric paint designs will get your creative juices flowing!

7. Infused Olive Oils or Vinegars

Perfect for: Foodies, home cooks, hostess gifts. Why it's unique: A gourmet touch for their kitchen, customized with their favorite flavors. How-to snippet: Gently heat olive oil or vinegar with herbs (rosemary, thyme, basil), garlic, or chili flakes. Let it infuse for several days/weeks, then strain into a decorative bottle.

8. Succulent & Cactus Arrangements

Perfect for: Plant lovers, those with a not-so-green thumb (succulents are low-maintenance!), housewarmings. Why it's unique: A living gift that adds a touch of green to any space. How-to snippet: Choose a variety of small succulents or cacti and a stylish pot with drainage. Arrange them with cactus/succulent soil, adding decorative stones or moss if desired.

9. Handmade Sugar Scrubs

Perfect for: Spa lovers, self-care enthusiasts, bridal shower favors. Why it's unique: A luxurious and natural pampering treat. How-to snippet: Mix granulated sugar (or brown sugar for a gentler scrub) with a carrier oil (coconut, almond, olive) and a few drops of essential oil for scent. Package in an airtight jar.

10. Personalized Photo Puzzles

Perfect for: Puzzle enthusiasts, families, anniversaries. Why it's unique: A fun activity featuring a special photo. How-to snippet: Print a favorite photo onto adhesive paper. Adhere it to thin cardboard or thick cardstock. Use a craft knife and ruler (or a Cricut/Silhouette machine if you have one) to cut out puzzle pieces.

11. DIY Plant Jewelry

Perfect for: Nature lovers, bohemian spirits, unique accessory wearers. Why it's unique: A tiny piece of wearable nature. How-to snippet: Use small resin molds to encapsulate tiny dried flowers or leaves for pendants or earrings. Alternatively, create miniature terrarium necklaces with small glass vials and moss or air plants. Explore more enchanting ways to wear nature with these 11 stunning plant jewelry pieces.

12. Memory Jar or "Open When..." Letters

Perfect for: Significant others, long-distance friends, graduating students, anyone needing a pick-me-up. Why it's unique: A deeply personal and emotional gift that keeps on giving. How-to snippet (Memory Jar): Decorate a jar and fill it with small notes detailing favorite memories, reasons you love them, or future dreams. How-to snippet ("Open When..." Letters): Write a series of letters for different occasions or emotions (e.g., "Open when you're feeling sad," "Open when you miss me," "Open on your birthday").

Tips for Successful DIY Gifting:

Know Your Recipient: The best DIY gifts are tailored to their interests.

Quality Over Quantity: Focus on making one or two items really well.

Presentation Matters: Wrap your handmade gift beautifully. A simple tag, some twine, or a sprig of greenery can elevate the presentation.

Start Early: Don't leave your DIY projects until the last minute to avoid stress.

Embrace Imperfection: Handmade means unique, not necessarily flawless. The charm is in the effort and personal touch.

Creating a DIY gift is a beautiful way to express your affection and creativity. So, pick a project, gather your supplies, and get ready to make someone's day with a truly special, handmade present from the heart!

What are your favorite DIY gifts to make or receive? Share your ideas in the comments below!

[tulipfashion]

Illusion Waves Pattern Uv Print Square Tile Coaster by Sparkle

[nurtured-nest1]

Creating a Cozy and Inviting Atmosphere

Your living room should feel like a welcoming space that offers comfort and style. One of the best ways to achieve this is by adding warmth and texture to the room. The right combination of textiles, materials, and accessories can completely transform the vibe of your living room, making it feel more cozy, inviting, and layered with character.

Whether you’re working with a minimalist, contemporary, or traditional aesthetic, incorporating warm textures and accents will help create a space that you and your guests will want to spend time in. Here’s how to enhance the warmth and texture of your living room:

1. Layer with Textiles: Pillows and Throws

One of the quickest ways to add warmth and texture to a living room is by layering pillows and throws. Textiles like cushions and blankets provide both comfort and style. Mixing fabrics like cotton, wool, velvet, and linen will add a tactile dimension to your seating area.

Throw pillows in different sizes, patterns, and textures can transform a basic sofa into a cozy lounge spot. Opt for chunky knit throws, faux fur blankets, or velvet cushions to evoke warmth during colder months. In contrast, lightweight linen or cotton pillows can add a soft touch to your seating during the summer. Don’t shy away from mixing different colors and patterns to create visual interest while maintaining a sense of harmony.

2. Warm Up with Rugs

Adding a rug to your living room can instantly introduce warmth, comfort, and texture to the space. Rugs are not only functional but also act as key design elements that anchor the room. A well-chosen rug can tie together furniture, add color, and define different zones within your space.

For colder climates or a cozy feel, opt for a thicker rug made of wool or shaggy textures. If your living room has hard floors like wood or tile, a rug will also provide a softer, more inviting surface underfoot. Consider choosing rugs with intricate patterns or rich, warm colors that complement the rest of your décor.

If you're working with a more minimalistic design, a simple, neutral rug with a subtle pattern can provide texture without overwhelming the space. Alternatively, a bold patterned rug can act as the focal point in a room that’s otherwise neutral.

3. Incorporate Natural Materials

Natural materials can instantly create warmth and texture in a living room. Think wood, stone, wicker, and leather. These materials not only add tactile texture but also bring a sense of earthiness and grounding to the space.

Wooden coffee tables, bookshelves, or side tables can add rustic charm to the room. If your space feels too modern or industrial, introduce organic materials like a wooden bowl, woven baskets, or even a driftwood sculpture. Leather chairs or cushions can bring richness to your seating area, while natural stone accessories, such as marble coasters or a stone fireplace, add elegant texture.

Wood in particular is a timeless material that can be used in various finishes to suit any style. Raw, unfinished wood can work well in rustic or industrial spaces, while polished wood can create a more refined, contemporary atmosphere.

4. Add Textured Wall Décor

The walls of your living room can sometimes feel flat, but they don’t have to be. Adding textured wall décor such as woven tapestries, textured wallpapers, or framed art with a tactile quality can add warmth and interest to the room.

For a more natural and earthy feel, consider incorporating woven or macramé wall hangings, which introduce texture and a handmade vibe. A large piece of textured artwork or a wooden feature wall can also bring warmth and a sense of coziness to your living room. Alternatively, layered picture frames with different materials like wood, metal, or glass can bring variety and texture to your walls.

If you're hesitant about committing to a full-wall statement piece, try adding textured mirrors, framed prints with raised elements, or shadow boxes with mixed media designs to give your space a cozy, layered look.

5. Warm Lighting for a Cozy Ambiance

Lighting plays a huge role in setting the mood and temperature of a room. In addition to functionality, lighting in your living room should help create a warm and welcoming atmosphere. Choose lighting that has a soft glow rather than harsh, cold light.

Consider incorporating multiple light sources, such as table lamps, floor lamps, and pendant lighting, to create layers of light. A mix of different bulb types can also add warmth—amber or soft white bulbs can create a soothing, inviting glow. Opt for lampshades in soft fabrics, such as linen or cotton, which can diffuse light more gently throughout the room.

If you’re looking for added warmth, choose lighting fixtures in brass, copper, or gold finishes, which have a warm tone. String lights, candles, or lanterns can add a soft and cozy vibe to the room, especially during the colder months or evening hours.

6. Choose Warm Colors for Furniture and Accessories

Color has a huge impact on the overall warmth of a living room. While cool colors like blues and grays can create a more serene, calm atmosphere, warm colors such as reds, oranges, yellows, and earthy neutrals can make a space feel more inviting.

Choose furniture and accessories that complement warm tones. A rich, deep-toned sofa in burgundy, burnt orange, or mustard can create a focal point in the room. Warm wood finishes, such as walnut or oak, can also add a cozy, organic touch. Add in accessories like warm-toned throw pillows, blankets, and curtains to reinforce the inviting atmosphere.

When decorating with warm colors, try to balance them with neutral tones or soft shades of cream, beige, and brown to prevent the space from feeling too overwhelming.

7. Add Personal Touches with Accessories

Finally, personalize your living room by incorporating accessories that reflect your style. This could include family photos, personal artwork, or meaningful souvenirs from your travels. Displaying items that you love adds a sense of warmth and individuality to the room.

Accessories like a decorative bowl, candle holders, or a tray with your favorite books can help tie the room together and make it feel lived in. Personal touches create an environment that is comfortable, inviting, and uniquely yours.

8. Introduce Soft Fabrics for Extra Comfort

Soft fabrics such as velvet, chenille, and cotton can add an extra layer of comfort and texture to your living room. From plush cushions to velvet upholstery, these materials invite you to relax and unwind.

A velvet sofa or armchair can bring sophistication to your space, while a cotton throw can soften a more structured look. Fabrics with a bit of stretch or softness can also make the room feel more relaxed and approachable.

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Budget-Friendly Marble Decor Ideas for Every Home

Marble has long been admired for its timeless elegance and natural beauty, often associated with luxury decor. Fortunately, you don't need a lavish budget to bring marble into your home in ways that add sophistication and charm. With clever choices and a bit of creativity, you can achieve that classic marble look without splurging. Here are some budget-friendly marble decor ideas for every room in your home, from the bathroom to the kitchen, so you can embrace this stylish material without breaking the bank.

1. Marble-Inspired Bathroom Decor

The bathroom is one of the best places to incorporate marble for a chic, spa-like feel. However, genuine marble countertops or wall coverings can be pricey. Instead, opt for marble-patterned accessories that give the same luxe feel without the hefty price tag. Marble soap dispensers, toothbrush holders, and trays are affordable yet add an instant elegance to your bathroom decor. These small touches make a big difference, creating a cohesive and stylish look.

For those wanting a bit more, try marble-look contact paper to cover countertops or shelves. This DIY trick mimics the appearance of real marble without the expense and can be easily replaced if you want a new look down the road. Affordable peel-and-stick tiles with a marble pattern are also an excellent choice for a quick and easy bathroom upgrade.

2. Affordable Marble Wall Treatments

If you love the look of marble walls but find real marble panels too costly, consider using wallpaper with a marble print. Marble wallpaper can transform any room into a luxurious space without requiring major renovation or expense. The key to choosing the right wallpaper is to go for a high-quality design that resembles real marble. This option works wonderfully in the bathroom, living room, or even a small accent wall in a hallway.

To add a unique twist, try a half-marble, half-painted wall effect. This simple approach divides the wall with marble wallpaper on the lower half and a solid color on the upper half, adding depth and elegance to any room. This design works well in areas like the bathroom decor, where you want to create an upscale feel without overwhelming the space.

3. Marble Contact Paper for Countertops and Tables

Marble contact paper is a quick, affordable way to transform surfaces around your home. Apply it to coffee tables, side tables, desks, or even kitchen countertops to give them a fresh, marble-inspired look. Not only is contact paper budget-friendly, but it’s also available in a wide variety of colors and veining patterns, allowing you to match it to your existing decor style.

Since contact paper is also easy to apply and remove, it’s ideal for renters or anyone looking for a temporary decor solution. For the best results, carefully measure the surface and apply the paper slowly, smoothing out any bubbles as you go. This DIY solution is a great way to get a high-end look without investing in real marble furniture.

4. Marble Coasters and Trays for Subtle Sophistication

Sometimes, small accents are all it takes to elevate a room’s style. Marble coasters and trays are inexpensive yet add a touch of elegance to any space. Use marble coasters on coffee tables, dining tables, or desks to protect surfaces while incorporating marble’s refined look. Marble trays are equally versatile; place them on your bathroom vanity, kitchen countertop, or entryway table for a chic organization solution.

These marble accents can be found in various colors, including classic white, gray, and even black marble for a modern twist. Try mixing different shades to create visual interest, especially if you want to use marble in multiple areas of your home without it feeling repetitive.

5. DIY Marble Planters and Vases

Adding plants to your home is a wonderful way to refresh your space, and pairing them with marble-look planters or vases can enhance that effect. You can make your own marble planters using inexpensive materials like plain ceramic pots and marble-effect spray paint or contact paper. These DIY planters can house your favorite succulents, herbs, or indoor plants, adding a stylish yet budget-friendly marble element to your home decor.

Marble vases also work beautifully as statement pieces on dining tables, bookshelves, or countertops. You can create a unique marble vase by painting an old glass or ceramic vase with marble-effect paint, giving it new life and elegance.

6. Marble Kitchen Accessories

If you want a subtle yet elegant touch of marble in your kitchen, focus on smaller accessories like cutting boards, serving trays, and utensil holders. Marble cutting boards are functional and double as beautiful serving pieces for appetizers or charcuterie, making them versatile decor items. Utensil holders or salt-and-pepper shakers in a marble pattern can also enhance the style of your kitchen without requiring major updates or expenses.

Marble-look kitchen accessories allow you to incorporate this luxurious material without splurging on countertops or backsplashes. Plus, they’re easy to find and come in various shapes, sizes, and colors, allowing you to choose pieces that complement your kitchen’s existing color palette and decor style.

7. Marble Candle Holders and Lamps for Cozy Ambiance

Lighting is key to creating a warm, inviting atmosphere, and marble lamps or candle holders add an elegant touch to any room. Marble candle holders come in various sizes and styles, from sleek, modern designs to classic shapes, and can hold tea lights, votive candles, or even pillar candles. These pieces are perfect for adding a soft, cozy glow to your living room or bedroom while adding a sophisticated decor element.

For an even more striking addition, look for marble base lamps that can be used on side tables, desks, or nightstands. Marble-based lamps provide a stylish focal point, drawing attention without overwhelming the room’s decor. If real marble lamps are beyond your budget, search for faux-marble alternatives, which often look just as stylish.

8. Marble-Inspired Artwork and Picture Frames

Art and photography can also be a great way to incorporate marble into your home decor. Many artists create prints and abstract artwork with marble-inspired designs, allowing you to add this texture to your space in a unique way. You could also DIY a marble art piece with marbling paint techniques, creating custom artwork that suits your taste.

Another idea is to use marble-patterned picture frames, which can be an affordable way to display family photos, artwork, or inspirational quotes. Arrange these frames on a gallery wall or use them to accent side tables and shelves. Marble frames bring a touch of refinement to any room without requiring a significant investment.

9. Marble Bathroom Accessories for a Luxe Feel

For a final, luxurious touch in the bathroom, consider adding a few marble accessories, like a soap dish, tissue box, or bathroom mirror with a marble frame. These items are generally affordable and add a cohesive look to your bathroom decor. The subtle marbling of these small items makes your bathroom feel elegant and polished without overwhelming the space.

Marble bathroom accessories work well with almost any design style, from minimalist and modern to classic and vintage. They’re a great way to add sophistication and style without needing to make larger renovations or replace expensive fixtures.

10. Faux Marble Flooring for a Grand Entrance

If you’re looking to make a statement, consider adding faux marble tiles to your entryway or hallway. Faux marble tiles are affordable and give the appearance of real marble without the cost or maintenance. These tiles are easy to clean, durable, and come in a wide range of colors and patterns to match any decor style.

Use faux marble tiles to create a dramatic, welcoming entryway, or add them to other small spaces like powder rooms or laundry rooms for an unexpected touch of elegance. These tiles are a wonderful way to capture the grandeur of marble while staying within a budget.

Conclusion

Marble decor doesn't have to be expensive to bring elegance and beauty to your home. From budget-friendly bathroom decor to DIY planters, contact paper countertops, and faux marble tiles, there are countless ways to incorporate this classic material into your home without the cost. With a bit of creativity and a focus on small yet impactful decor items, you can enjoy the sophisticated look of marble in every room, transforming your home into a chic, inviting space.

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Join Penkraft franchise and start your own home-based Penkraft Classes.

1. Once you take a Penkraft franchise on signing the standard agreement, Penkraft provides you (or your nominated representative) complete Penkraft Teachers' Training for all the subjects of the franchise you have purchased. The training for each subject is available in two modes and you can choose the mode as per your convenience: - (a) Offline mode: The training is conducted for 3 full days (10 am to 3 pm) for each subject by a Penkraft Master Trainer for that subject. Offline training is currently available at multiple locations.

(b) Online mode: The training is conducted over 5 days for each subject as a series of LIVE 1-to-1 sessions by a Penkraft Master Trainer for that subject. The day / date & timing can be mutually decided between you and the assigned Penkraft Master Trainer.

2. Subjects to choose (one or more) from:- Ethnic art forms - Pen Mandala | Dot Mandala | Madhubani Painting | Warli Painting | Kalamkari Painting | Pichwai Painting | Cheriyal Painting | Gond Art | Kalighat Art | Lippan Art | Pattachitra Art | Kerala Mural Art | Tanjore Painting | Meenakari Painting | Lippan Art Advanced | Phad Painting | Pen Mandala Advanced | Ganjifa Card Art | Dot Mandala Advanced | Santhal Painting | Kantha Art Modern art forms - Decoupage | Fluid Art | Resin Art |Alcohol Ink Art | Pop Art | Scandinavian Art | Water Colors Art | Resin Art Advance | Image Transfer | Knife Painting | One Stroke Painting | Coffee Painting | Pencil Shading | Cement Art | Clay Art | Fabric Painting | Boho Art | Moroccan Tile Art | Macrame Art | Sculpture Paste Art | Tie and Dye Art Calligraphy - Cut Nib | Brush | Copperplate | Devanagari (Hindi). Handwriting - Cursive | Print | Devanagari (Hindi)

Abacus | Phonics | Vedic Maths

3. Post-training, Penkraft, a government-registered training partner of National Skill Development Corporation, certifies you as a Penkraft Certified Teacher®️.

4. Penkraft helps you set up &run your own home-based classes and provides you complete operational and marketing support -

(a) branding and design for your classes,

(b) your own web listing on the Penkraft website,

(c) social media marketing in the form of your posts on Penkraft Facebook, Instagram, LinkedIn, Pinterest pages (to be continuously managed and promoted by a dedicated Penkraft central team member) on an ongoing basis for the entire duration of the franchise,

(d) all creatives you need for your offline promotions (posters, flyers, banners, standees, etc.) on an ongoing basis for the entire duration of the franchise,

(e) your own Google My Business location (to be continuously managed and promoted by a dedicated Penkraft central team member).

5. Apart from teaching students & adults at your class, you can start teaching online to students already registered on Penkraft’s portal. As Penkraft continues its marketing effort and students keep registering on the portal, you will receive a notification in your Penkraft account the moment a student anywhere in the world registers for the subject for which you have taken a franchise – you can then choose whether to accept that student or not.

6. Penkraft books and kits can be bought on Penkraft's website at discounted prices. You can either use these for your students or you can even re-sell these at MRP and thus keep a 20 - 25% commission on the same.

7. Penkraft has a retail portal for selling gift items such as decorated phone cases, decorated tea coasters, decorated coffee mugs. etc; for selling small artifacts and knick-knacks in bulk as return gifts; and for selling customized artworks of our franchisees to a global audience - as a member of the Penkraft family, you can freely register on this portal and sell your creations! And all this WITHOUT paying Penkraft any commission! What's more, Penkraft advertises your products to the relevant audience at zero cost to you! Penkraft franchisees can sell their and their students' art creations on Penkraft's retail portal at zero commission. For further discussion / queries, please contact Abhilasha on +91 7304044597. Or you can inbox us your number for a callback.

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12 80's Themed, Seamless Digital Prints, 80's Digital Patterns, Vintage Seamless Digital Patterns, Retro Patterns (PACK 9)

We're back with our 9th installation of our colorful, seamless, and vibrant designs of the 80s, our 12 design patterns set features a unique blend of geometric patterns and bold, eye-catching colors that will transport you back in time.

With this digital download, you will receive a set of high-resolution tile designs that are perfect for a variety of projects, from creating custom coasters and wall art to decorating your laptop or phone case. Our designs are also great for scrapbooking and other creative ideas.

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Ceramic Sublimation Blanks: Transforming Ordinary Surfaces into Artistic Masterpieces

Introduction to Ceramic Sublimation Blanks:

Ceramic sublimation blanks are revolutionizing the world of personalized merchandise and decorative items. These blanks, often in the form of mugs, tiles, coasters, or plates, are specially coated with a polymer layer that allows for vibrant and permanent image transfer. By using a sublimation printing process, intricate designs, photographs, and artwork can be transferred onto the ceramic surface, resulting in high-quality, durable, and visually stunning products.

The Sublimation Process:

The sublimation process involves the conversion of a solid ink (sublimation dye) into a gas under heat and pressure, which then permeates the polymer layer on the ceramic surface. This gas penetrates the coating and fuses with the surface molecules, creating a permanent bond that ensures long-lasting and fade-resistant prints. The result is a vibrant, full-color image that becomes an integral part of the ceramic material, providing a smooth and glossy finish.

Versatility and Applications:

Ceramic sublimation blanks offer a wide range of possibilities for customization and artistic expression. From personalized mugs and drinkware to decorative tiles and wall art, these blanks provide a versatile canvas for designers, photographers, and creative individuals. Businesses can leverage the appeal of personalized ceramic products by offering customized gifts, promotional items, or branding materials. Additionally, artists and hobbyists can explore their creativity by transforming plain ceramic surfaces into unique works of art.

Advantages and Benefits:

Using ceramic sublimation blanks brings several advantages and benefits. Firstly, the sublimation process ensures that the image becomes a permanent part of the ceramic surface, making it resistant to fading, scratching, or peeling. The vibrant colors and high-resolution prints create eye-catching and visually appealing products. Furthermore, the durability of ceramic ensures that the sublimated designs can withstand everyday use, making them ideal for both practical and decorative purposes. Finally, the ability to personalize and customize these blanks allows for endless creative possibilities, making them popular in various industries, from retail and e-commerce to photography and interior design.

In summary, ceramic sublimation blanks have opened up a world of creative potential, enabling the transformation of ordinary ceramic surfaces into personalized, vibrant, and enduring works of art. With their versatility, durability, and ability to capture intricate details, these blanks have become a favorite choice for businesses and individuals looking to add a touch of uniqueness and style to their products and surroundings.

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𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐭𝐨𝐨.

eren yeager | angst (because i want to see y’all suffer), fluff | aristocrat!au

PART ONE

wordcount: 5k

content: dramatic argument, depression (not in a clinical sense), miscommunication, momma comes to comfort you, very light suggestion of alcohol abuse, fluff all round

— synopsis: tired of eren's sour attitude you're finally about to get to the bottom of it

note from pooh: you see what i did with the title there? huh? did ya? hehehehe im so funny. but on a serious note, thank you all so much for all the love and praise SYLM 1 received, at the time of releasing this it’s almost hit 2k notes 🤯 unbelievable. so sorry i kept you all waiting for so long, life had other plans. additionally thank you to all those who responded to my poll and helped me create something that y'all would enjoy.

Hope you enjoy ♡ reblogs are greatly appreciated

The sound of water beating against itself came to a steady halt as Eren turned the faucet closed. Steam clouded the pristine white and cream tiled room, painting an almost heavenly scene under the warm light of the small crystal fixture. 

You watched him through the mirror, his naked form glowing with a layer of perspiration that accumulated the longer he remained in the heated room. Your own reflection wasn’t much better, matted hair that refused to stay tame and purple marks that littered your skin in a random fashion. Faint traces of his hand prints still kissed your skin a rosy hue, others with speckles of violet. 

He dips two fingers into the steaming bath, filled all the way with bubbles and essential oils just how you liked it. The aroma of lavender folding in the air with the steam as it rose. One that seemed to you before even stepping foot into the water. 

With a satisfied hum he shakes the excess foam from his hands and looks to you in the mirror, still running a hand over the marks he’d left as a reminder. The ones he would continue to leave for as long as you let him. “C’mere.” He beckons you with an outstretched hand. 

You approach him silently, one arm wrapped around yourself while the other accepts his touch. He pulls you into him, eyes soft but face unreadable as his arms slip around your waist, fingers splaying out on your lower back. “Warm enough for you?” He questions, mentioning the bath but his gaze still locked with yours. 

You lean over slightly to feel for yourself, smiling at the heated water touching your fingertips. “Perfect.” His lips touch yours in a chaste and prolonged kiss that had his arms tightening around you, enough to force you onto your tiptoes. 

“Go on then.” With your hand in his he guides you into the club footed tub, letting you sink into the frothy bubbles that blanketed the surface. 

You miss the glint in his eyes as a soft moan escapes your lips, eyes closing with the onset of relaxation that overwhelmed your tired muscles and sticky skin. If not for his lingering touch you’d probably have fallen into it completely, submerging yourself whole. “Mm, how is it that you always know how to run my baths?” 

He crouches and pecks a tender kiss on your knuckles. “Practice makes perfect.” 

“In our situation I’m not sure that’s a good thing, ‘Ren.” You chuckle, leaning against the back of the bath, suds sticking you your hair. 

He doesn’t respond, instead giving you that sad look he’s been harbouring the entire night. It was still beyond you what the real issue was. Why his actions and expression were so contradictory it made your head spin. In all honesty it was growing tiresome, this roller coaster he involuntarily put you on.

After a long and muted staring contest he finally speaks. “I’ll leave you too it then.” As he moves to stand and make his exit your hand tightens around his desperately. 

“Wait, ‘Ren… stay.” You plead softly, anxiety panging in your chest as his back still faced you. What made you think he was going to accept? You weren’t a couple. He didn’t owe you his company. 

“Why?” He responds plainly, looking at you over his shoulder. 

You didn’t really have a good answer. Maybe it was a heat of the moment thing. But something inside you wanted him there. Needed him to stay with you. The thought of being left alone with your own subconscious after everything that just happened terrified you. Recalling the history of depressive episodes that had you overthinking time and time again in his absence. But you couldn’t tell him any of that.

“It’s late.” You produce the first thing that comes to mind. “And I’m sure this tub is big enough for two.” It was a lame excuse, you were very much aware of that fact, but you still had hope it was enough to convince him.

He puffs out a chuckle, turning to face you fully. “What are you trying to do, princess?” 

“Just… stay. Please.” You whine, pouting your bottom lip playfully and batting your lashes.

When you watch his eyes roll and a faint smile upturn his lips you knew you’d won this battle. His foot breaches the bubbly veil as he sinks into the water slowly, making it rise before letting his long legs rest on either side of your hips. The tips of his hair dance in the cleared patches of placid water, floating gracefully on the surface as his eyes lock with yours. Brow raised in question. 

“Happy now?” He rests his arms on the edges of the marble tub, leaning back into it with a sigh. 

“Almost. Just…” 

“Y/n…” The nervous tone in his voice was evident as you climbed into his lap, resting yourself against his chest. He eventually laid an arm over your lower back, giving up on trying to push you away anymore. 

You remained like that for a long time, soaking up the aromatics and warmth of the steam emanating from your skin. Hair hanging over your respective shoulders, bodies sunk deep into the water, soaking away the trials and tribulations from the past few hours. It was proof you could be cordial with one another, relaxing quietly like this. As a glimmer of hope made itself visible, your thoughts began to spiral out of control, plaguing the peaceful atmosphere with doubt. 

The events of the night replayed in your mind, overthinking the actions you witnessed. There was a pull inside you, inside your heart, one that demanded answers to the questions that refused to dissipate.

You watch him through your lashes as your head rested on your arms on the side of the tub. He sat there unmoving, bar the steady rise and fall of his chest. His face was relaxed, eyes closed and mouth slightly agape, cheeks flushed with the warmth enveloping his body. 

As if sensing your stare, his brows furrow. “If you have something to say to me, spit it out.” He says nonchalantly, peeking down at you through a squinted eye. 

It was now or never. “Why… do you hate me?” The question lingered in the air, his eyes opening fully to look at you with an expression that held offence. 

“What?” 

“You heard me, Eren.” Your gaze doesn’t waver as you answer but your rapidly beating heart was a dead give away. 

“I don’t hat-“ 

“I thought you said you didn’t like lies, ‘Ren. Yet here you are spewing one.” His mouth sets in a hard line when you cut him off, jaw clenching tight when you proceed further to call him out. 

“It’s not a lie.” He answers honestly with a dry laugh. “I don’t completely hate you.” The joke didn’t make you laugh.

“Oh, so you do hate me a little bit then.” You answered sarcastically, your tone drawing an eye roll from the man.

“It’s not as simple as that, y/n.” His wet fingers comb through the chestnut strands that fell around his face. 

It was your turn to frown. “So then explain it to me, Eren. Because I’m tired of this,” you gesture between you both. “This back and forth, hot and cold bullshit. What is happening here? You act like you hate me in front of others, like being in my presence pains you. But in private you do things like this.” 

He scoffs softly, head shaking in disbelief. “The pot calling the kettle black? What about you, huh?” 

“What about me?“ 

“Don’t act like you don’t do that exact same thing to me. And also weren’t you the very same one who initiated this relationship?” 

“If I recall correctly it was a mutual agreement, don’t you blame this all on me! It takes two to tango, Eren. You also kept coming back after the first time.” 

“Mm and look where that’s gotten me?” You eyed him with confusion. 

“What are you talking about?” 

His lips pursed. “No. We’re not doing this.” He breaks your heated staring match by shifting his attention to the bathroom tile. That only pissed you off more. 

“Why?! Why whenever I try to get you to communicate with me you just shut me out?!” 

“Y/n… don’t.” As his eyes darkened you could see the anger threatening to burst from within. You didn’t care. 

“No! I want an answer. Why do you hate me?” 

His eyes close as he lets out an exasperated nasally sigh, trying to remain calm in the midst of your heated conversation. “I don’t. How many times do I have-“ 

“So then what is it, Eren?! What makes you go around spreading bullshit about me? Meddling with my suitors, ruining my chances for a relationship with them and god forbid my business relationships.” You watch his jaw clench tighter and tighter with each passing word, his expression brewing wrath. “What is your problem with me?!”

“It’s because I’m in love with you, y/n!” There it was, that explosion, the one that he’d been shielding you from since he first became aware of it all. He watched your expression change, anger melting into shock, then into confusion. 

You move off of him, putting a breathable distance between you both. “You… you what?” So many feelings rushed over you it was beginning to make you dizzy. Love? How? Why? When could this have happened? You wracked your brain for any sort of answer. Any form of reason to all this.

He shys away from your scrutinising gaze, embarrassment and trepidation settling in the pit of his stomach. “…I love you.” 

A small chuckle escapes you in disbelief. “W-why? You… I don’t understand. Are you joking with me again…?” As his gaze locks with yours your heart sinks at the tears pooling in those forest green eyes of his. 

Before you could get another word out he’s stepping out of the bathtub, water trailing down his skin onto the pearl ceramic under his feet as he strides to wrap a towel around his waist. 

“Eren!” You call after him, fumbling with your own towel that you haphazardly covered yourself in. 

He was already in the bedroom, buckling the belt of his slacks he’d previously abandoned. “Eren stop! Hold on!” You begged finding purchase on his forearm that tensed under your touch. 

His eyes search the floor before he picks up his shirt, freeing himself from your grasp as he moves to put it on. “Eren!” You plead, on the verge of tears. “Please wait, talk to me.” 

He continues to dress himself, avoiding your gaze entirely. Tears fell feely down your cheeks, dripping down your jaw sporadically onto the surface of your chest. 

As he makes his way to your door you rush to find a nightgown, tying it around yourself before making chase. He’s halfway down the hallway when you reach him, clutching to his arm for dear life. 

“‘Ren!” He stops at the sound of his nickname leaving your lips. By this point you were a sobbing mess, breath tightening your throat with each intake, tears staining your skin. “‘’Ren please. Please don’t leave me like this.” He mimics the same stance as in the bathroom, turned away from you, refusing to meet your teary eyes. “You can’t do this to me! You can’t just say you love me and leave! It’s-it’s cruelty!” 

“Cruel?” He ponders, voice hoarse. There was a long pause between his words, like he was contemplating what to say next. “You don’t feel the same way… do you?” 

The question had you at a loss for words. You didn’t even know yourself. All of this was so sudden, you barely had time to actually think, to process his confession. Fuck, what we’re you supposed to say? If you said yes would it be the entire truth? If you said no it’d be a complete lie. 

“I don’t know ’Ren. Fuck I don’t know! This is so sudden, I don’t know what to think.” He peers at you through his lashes over his shoulder and you finally see the streaks of tears glittering in the low light. 

“You can’t be that dense y/n.” He spits. “That for so long, you never once realised any of it. You wanna know why I made those fucked up rumours? Because I see the way they look at you. Every man that comes through this house, every fucking suitor that comes to court you. None of them, not one is going to love you like I do.” 

“‘Ren.”

“I’ve known you for practically all your life, I know you. From how you like your liquor to how you like your baths. Fuck, I know you better than you know yourself, princess.” The laugh he lets out is pained, struggling through hitched breaths and watery eyes. “And I hid all of that. Behind this facade of bitterness and petty insults. I hid it from you because I knew…” 

“No, no, Eren please. I-I didn’t know.” He watches you fall to your knees, hands clutching his shirt he didn’t even bother to button up all the way. 

You tear soaked skin, flushed pink. Lips a deep dusted shade of rose, eyes pleading, hair partially wet from the bath you’d left to chase him. The subtle scent of lavender lingered on your both, filtering through the corridor. 

His heart was breaking, piece by piece the longer he stood in your presence. He didn’t know what came over him sharing that bathtub with you. All the accusations you’d thrown just pushed him further and further to the edge. His emotions got the better of him; they somehow ended up verbalised. Screaming at you, just so you would finally wake up and maybe he would too. 

After suppressing them for so long, bottling them inside over and over again, the cap finally burst. And he couldn’t stop the truth from spilling out. He felt like an idiot. Seeing your reaction, your laughter and denial. It was like a punch to the gut. How could he have read you so wrong? Thought that you’d reciprocate his feelings after all the bullshit he put you through? 

He only had himself to blame.

“I can’t do this with you anymore.” He pulls his arm from your grip, taking one last look at you before starting again down the hallway. 

Your chest was so tight it was hard to breathe. Every inhale set your lungs aflame, pain searing into your chest repeatedly. It was never ending. You watched through blurry vision as his dark figure disappeared from sight, leaving you on the carpeted floor, sobbing and alone.

“Y/n!” Your mother calls for the second time behind your bedroom door, a light knock echoing from the thick wood. 

You laid beneath the covers, gazing into the darkness you’d enveloped yourself in for who knows how long. Hiding yourself away seemed like the most logical option, you didn’t need to give anyone more fuel to feed the raging fire that was your emotional state. The dread and guilt weighing on your chest just refused to go away, even after all the tears and self isolation. The image of Eren’s face haunted you, his words even more so. 

The creak of hinges sounds and her soft footsteps follow before there’s a weight near your foot. “Baby.” She calls softly, placing a hand on your covered shoulder. You continue to stare into the abyss, eyes closed, trying your damnedest not to let your feelings surface. “Y/n, speak to me sweetheart, what happened? You’ve been up here for four days.”

“He loves me, momma.” You groan, the emotional dam beginning to crack at just the mention of the topic. 

She pulls the duvet back to uncover your head, a soft smile on her lips as she takes in your puffy eyes and dishevelled hair. “Who, baby?” The look in her eyes told you she already knew who the person in question was, but you weren’t going to argue with her. 

“Eren.” You peaked at her through your hair, frowning at the smile she was trying to stifle with the back of her hand. “It’s not funny!” She snorts slightly at your outburst, not bothering to hide it anymore. 

“It’s a little funny.” A quiet gasp leaves her when you pull the blanket back over your head, fed up. “Oh, come on y/n.” Her hands tug at the sheets and so do yours, but her’s proved to be stronger. She tucks herself into your side, laying an arm over your waist which causes you to snuggle into her instinctively. With a forgiving sigh she places a kiss to your temple that was buried in her chest, fingers playing with your hair absentmindedly. “Tell me what happened.”

“S’nothing, Ma.” You lie, another crack forming in your calm facade. 

“I saw the poor boy running out the door half in tears. And here you are hiding away from the world for the last four days. I’m pretty sure it’s not nothing, y/n?” Her gaze weighs on you like a tonne of bricks, scrutinising but valid. 

Her words resonate within your mind, imagining a distressed Eren pushing through a crowd of people, eyes curiously watching the eligible bachelor hold back tears as he excused himself for the night.

 Boy did that scene sound familiar. 

“He told me he loved me…” The admission was met with silence, one that told you to continue. “And I… I thought he was messing around, like he usually does. Trying to get a reaction out of me. You know Eren, he never takes anything seriously. But you should’ve seen his face, mom… I broke his heart.”

Your mother hums in thought, nails tracing lazy tracks into your scalp gently. “And how do you feel?”

“I don’t know how to feel about it. I never really thought it’d actually happen given everything he’s been doing. Pushing me away, the rumours, the teasing.”

“Mm and the whole friends with benefits thing.” She adds casually, finally making you come out of hiding. 

“Wait, you knew?” 

“I’m your mother, y/n, of course I knew. You think I wouldn’t notice you two disappearing in the middle of the night, over and over again? I wasn’t born yesterday.” Her thumb traces your cheekbone as she spoke, still tender and understanding. 

“Mmm,” She laughs as your face dives back into her chest bashfully, groaning loudly as you did so. “Don’t even get me started about that.”

“Well, what did you think was going to happen, baby?” 

The sigh you exhale makes your face heat up. “I don’t know, Ma. I thought that with the mutual disdain it could work. That that’d be enough to hold off the emotions that came with it.”

“And what emotions are those?” She shifts your face so you meet her gaze. 

You stared at her for a long time, searching yourself for the answer to the question that’s been eating you up for so long. Truth be told you did feel something for Eren. At one point it was so strong it scared you enough to hide it away, afraid that he might not feel the same. That fear was only solidified by the growing dislike you’d developed overtime as he proved you right, but unbeknownst to you he was doing the same thing. 

Bottling up everything and projecting it in the form of ridicule and pettiness. But physically he showed you his intentions, behind closed doors and between silken bedsheets. That was the real Eren, always taking care of you, making sure you were warm and cleaned up. Running you a bath almost every night when you were together. The kisses, the smiles, the sadness that lingered in those emerald irises. He was silently telling you how he really felt. 

But was what you were feeling really love? The safety you experienced laying in his arms for the first time. Listening to the lullaby of his heart as you drifted off into sleep at the end of every weary and sex-filled night. He was familiar, comfortable, and addictive. No one could rile you up like he did. Make you so utterly frustrated like he did. Knew you inside and out like he did. You didn’t know what pissed you off more, realising that he was right or the fact that you’d been blind for so long.

“Let me ask you something, y/n.” Your mothers voice interrupts your thoughts. “Do you think you’re ready to admit what you feel? To take that next step with him?”

“I don’t know.” You answered honestly. “Not right now, anyway.”

“And that’s okay, baby. You don’t always have to reciprocate someone else’s feelings right away.” Her compassionate nature emanated from her in a glow that made you warm inside. Easing your nerves just that little bit more. 

“But I do have feelings for him, mom. All of this is just happening too fast.” 

“Well did you tell him that?” She questions with a raised brow. 

You shake your head, embarrassment settling in your chest. “I didn’t get a chance to. After I asked him if it was a joke he stormed out on me.”

Her sigh wafts the strands of hair laid on your forehead. “You kids and your inability to communicate…” You couldn’t help but laugh, remembering all the lectures she and your father would give you about communication growing up. “You know you’re going to have to talk to him sooner or later.”

“I know..I’m just scared.” 

She pulls you closer, letting her warmth envelop you. “We’re heading over there tonight for dinner, maybe you can have the conversation then.”

The silent agreement was made as soon as you stepped foot over the threshold of the Yeager residence not only a few hours later. Greeted warmly by Carla and Grisha before being ushered inside their home. 

The scent of disinfectant and citrus floated through the grandiose hallways and sitting rooms, an aroma you’ve long since associated with the Yeager household considering their medicinal ties. The place was spotless as per usual, but homely nonetheless in it’s neutral shades of cream and white. 

They guide you into one of their many sitting rooms, a teapot already brewing on the marble coffee table. “So how have you all been, we missed you at the ball, y/n.” Grisha asks, taking his place beside his wife on the loveseat across from your own. 

Your parents glanced at you knowingly on either side, the attention making you gulp. “Oh, I had to retire a bit early, too much champagne I’m afraid.” You chuckled coyly, fiddling with your fingers as you spoke. 

They both laugh, Carla reaching for the teapot to offer you some tea. “Mm, we know how much you enjoy your liquor, sweetheart.” She frowns, looking to the staircase in thought. “Speaking of… Eren’s been drinking a lot more lately. Would you have any idea why? He hasn’t been talking to us much lately.”

You mother sips her tea with a curious side eye, your father entering a separate corporate conversation with Grisha. Swallowing your own tea you place the cup back onto the saucer on the table with a shaky hand. “No, I wouldn’t know. I wasn’t aware he’d even been drinking as of late.”

Carla lets out a heavy sigh, fingers playing with her hair. “Would you be able to speak with him? Grisha and I have tried everything, but he’s shut us out. You’re his closest friend, maybe he’ll listen to you.”

The awkward smile that graced your lips went over her head as she gave you a hopeful look. You just couldn’t say no to her, she was like your second mother after all. “Sure. Where is he?”

“Oh, thank you sweetheart.”  Her whole demeanour changes with your answer, becoming brighter, more cheery. “I’m sure he’s up in his room at this time, he came home just before you got here.”

Finishing the rest of your tea you excuse yourself and make your way to the staircase, stopping as you hear the hearty chuckle of the couples in the room adjacent. Upstairs was dim, save for the lights littered irregularly through the long corridor, those being your only savour when you threatened to bump into a table or one of Grisha’s many display cases full of trophies and certificates. 

Running around this place for most of your life, you knew exactly where to go, soon finding Eren’s bedroom door looming over you in an intimidatingly protective nature, sealing the man inside. You let your knuckles tap against the wood softly, ear raised to hear no reply. Hearing the same upon doing it again. 

“Eren.” You call, hand on the door knob. “I’m coming in.” As you crack the door open you notice the room empty. The only indication of life being the tossed about bedsheet and the light that shone beneath the door frame of his bathroom door. Shadow danced in the space at foot of the door, soon opening to reveal his half naked frame. 

He dries his hair with a smaller towel roughly as he strides out, stopping as his gaze settles on you in the doorway. “Well, look who it is.” He smiles mockingly before continuing into the room. “Come to fuck up my mood even more have you?”

You watch as he tossed the hand towel and flops onto the ruffled sheets, damp hair scattering around his head like a broken halo. “Your mom wanted me to come talk to you.”

“My mother?” He chimes with a sarcastic undertone. “And here I was hoping you’d come of your own free will.” His gaze fixed to the ceiling as he spoke, towel dangerously low around his waist. You were fully aware he was drunk, it was evident in the way his words half blurred into each other as he mumbled them out. 

“Eren-”

“Don’t fucking say my name.” He snaps. “Hearing it come from you… it just makes it worse.”

“Can we talk, please?” For the first time since he left you he meets your gaze, a bored expression painted on his features as he gives you a once over. 

“What is there to talk about, y/n?” 

You shut the door behind you, starting on your approach to his bed. “About the night of the ball.”

A huff leaves his chest as you sit beside him, careful not to touch him. “You made yourself quite clear.”

“That’s not fair, ‘Ren.” Hearing his nickname made his jaw tense. “You never even gave me a chance to talk.”

“Okay.” He paused for a moment to shift himself to face you, brow raised expectantly. “So talk. What more could you possibly have to say to me?”

A deep breath stutters from between your lips as you muster the courage to finally speak, to finally unlock the chains you’ve had so tightly wrapped around your heart. “I like you, Eren. As much as you piss me off and make life difficult, you somehow always still find a way to make everything better.” He listens to you ramble silently, green eyes boring intensely into yours. “When you told me you loved me that night… I didn’t know how to respond because for so long we’ve had such a weird and complicated relationship. I mean, can you blame me for reacting the way I did?”

You were right. After all the pettiness he subjected you to it was no wonder you were hesitant, it still didn’t make the rejection any less hard though. In all honesty if it weren’t for the alcohol drowning out the pain he’d been in for the last four days he’d probably have told you to get out of his sight. But a deeper part of him wanted to hear your side, to listen, most of all to understand. It was only fair after all. 

“I guess not.” He mumbles aloud, the sound bringing a hint of a smile to your lips. “So what are you trying to say?”

“I like you, Eren. Maybe even love you. But I need you to be patient with me.” 

His head nods slowly in agreement. “Okay, I can do that.” There was hope and that was all he really ever wanted to hear. To know that there was some kind of chance, an inkling that you’d like him back. Your words somehow managed to lift a lifetime’s worth of weight off his chest, one that seemed to be burdening you as well. 

He chuckles as you flop beside him with a soft groan, your scent melding with his own in close proximity. “Why did we go through all this bullshit?” You question, feigning exasperation. 

“Because feelings are scary.” His heart swells at the sound of your bubbly laugh, your contagious smile upturning his own lips. 

“You can say that again.” 

“I’m sorry.” He adds. “For everything. I’m an asshole for putting you through all that. All because I tried to hide my feelings for you. I just ended up projecting my insecurities onto you.”

“Wow, the great Eren Yeager apologising? Is hell freezing over?” You squeal as he playfully smacks your thigh, shifting to tickle your side.

“I’m trying to pour my heart out here and you're taking it as a joke? Huh, am I a joke to you?” He grits teasingly through his teeth, not letting up at your waist. Your hands clawed at his own, trying desperately to pry them away from your sides. 

“Okay, okay!” You cry.

He watches you writhe beneath him in amusement.  “Okay, what?”

“Okay, I’m sorry! You’re not a joke!” You manage between breaths, stuck in a fit of uncontrollable laughter. “Eren, stop my tummy hurts!”

Per your request his hands cease, slowly trailing their way up your arm before settling on your cheek. His gaze locks with yours for a prolonged period of time. “I’m serious, y/n. I don’t know how you can ever forgive me.”

"I forgive you, 'Ren." You draw him in by his hair, lacing it between your fingers as your lips brushed against his. “But I do know a few ways you can make it up to me.”

tags: @getosarea, @gardenof-venusenus, @sintiva, @sailewhoremoon

additionally thank you to @satorhime for helping me get through my overthinking rut, talking with you literally eased my stress. thank you for keeping me company at 1 am lmao

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