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Rain’s Kinktober 2024 - 01

Jeff the Killer x Female Reader - In the Shower/Anal

SMUT WARNING MINORS DNI

TW: Anal, showering together, clitoral fingering, teasing, persuasion, mentions of blood, desperation

Words: 2.6k

Tag: #rainykinktober2024

A/N: Happy first day of October! The best time of the year is upon us!!!!!

“What the fuck happened to you?”

Jeff was snickering, your disgusted gawk making the smile on his face widen.

“Dude fought back. Got a little messy.”

He laughed again, pushing his matted hair from his face. The killer was completely covered in blood, horrendous streaks and splatters of the deep red color soaking his face and clothes, his white hoodie completely ruined.

You cringed as he grabbed the hem of his hoodie, bringing it up to wipe his face and smearing the already staining blots deeper into the cloth.

Better yet, it was dripping everywhere.

“I cannot believe you brought that in here, Jeffrey.”

Rubbing his hands on his jeans, he gleamed at you, finding so much humor in your well off revulsion. It didn’t matter that he had just gotten back from a very late mission, or that you were so annoyed you didn’t know what to think.

Then when you saw Jeff’s signature ‘I’ve got a good idea’ smirk, and you were immediately shaking your head.

“No. Jeff, no.”

But his arms were already outstretched and reaching for you, your feet immediately shuffling back on the hardwood as he laughed loud enough to alert everyone in the mansion.

“C’mon, I just wanna hug my girlfriend! I’ve had such a long day.”

It was the shit-eating grin that finally made you spin around to take off, pushing yourself into a sprint as you anxiously dodged through the corridors.

“Jeffrey!”

Your nervous giggles and yells as Jeff chased you through the mansion only egged him on, his wicked laughter sending your heart thumping as you felt him hot on your heels. You sprinted through doors, scampering around furniture as he easily cut through them all.

You thought you were smart when you swerved around the kitchen counter, standing opposite of him and moving left or right whichever direction he decided to edge. You smiled, thinking you had outsmarted him.

You sometimes forget that he’s a seasoned murderer.

Gripping onto the counter, Jeff’s jumping and clearing the space, pushing his body right towards yours as you brace yourself.

“Ahh, gotcha.”

You cringe as Jeff presses his cheek against yours, arms laced tightly around your back and soaking the blood from his clothes onto yours, soiling you both. You were panting, both of you nearly exhausted.

Despite the nastiness, the smell was worse. Your hands push at his shoulders, trying to shove him away as he nuzzles his face closer against yours.

When you’ve finally had enough, you force him away, his hands reaching to find a comfortable space on your hips as you examine the damage. You’re covered…

“Shower. Right now.”

That playful smile Jeff has sported this whole time drops, his eyes rolling as you take his hand in yours and begin to drag him up the grand stairs. He groans, lazily following as you tug him down the hallway to your bedroom. You’ll have to mop up the droplets of blood he’s left along the way later.

Nudging him in, you flip the bathroom light on and rip the curtain back to turn on the faucet. Jeff is already tugging his hoodie over his head, the revolting ‘plop’ as it hits the bathroom tiles is enough to make you gag.

He watches expectantly as he kicks his boots off, reaching to yank his belt out from the loops as you begin to unbutton your jeans and slide them down your legs.

Once you’re reaching to pull your shirt over your head, Jeff’s hands come to caress your hips once again, inching closer to you with excited eyes.

He’s met with your palm to his face, a displeased grunt leaving him as his hands fall back to his sides.

“Not after that, you little shit.”

It’s playful, but he’s irritated anyway, grumbling under his breath as he continues to undress himself.

When you’re both stripped, you use your foot to move the clothes out of the way, pressing your hands onto Jeff’s back and shoving him towards the running shower teasingly. Steam already fills the room, the hazy swirl comforting as he steps in.

A smile and he’s reaching for you, arms wrapping around your waist and smearing the blood further, hauling you under the hot water with him.

“Shit- Tryna’ burn my skin off?”

You laugh, cupping his cheeks and tilting his head back into the water, blood and dirt rushing down the drain. His hands rest on your hips, thumbs gliding across your skin as you swipe his bangs from his forehead and coax more water through.

Letting your hands roam over his shoulders and chest, you scrub the grime from his skin, his fingers gripping just a little tighter the lower your hands brush along his stomach.

Peeking up, you smirk, his eyes already heavy and expectant, a lazy grin plastered across his face.

“Baby…”

You’re shaking your head, pushing him out from under the water stream and taking his place, beginning to wash your own hair. You can feel the eagerness radiating from him, the heat from the shower swirling as the blood from your own skin runs down the drain.

You lean back, shutting your eyes as you begin to cleanse your face. You jolt when you feel hands wrap around your back, pulling you out of the water and flush against the killer’s body.

“C’mon…”

He’s burying his face into the crook of your neck, wet skin hot from the water and gliding together. Jeff kisses along your neck, little pecks down your now-clean shoulders and across your chest until you could feel your cheeks warm. His hands roam your back, rough hands gliding across your wet skin and coaxing you closer.

Before his sneaky little touches can tug you too far, you’re pushing off, turning around to the water and resuming your wash. Jeff groans, frustration setting in.

“And what makes you think you deserve anything from me?”

You tease with a little shove, cleansing the last of the blood stains from your face and chest.

Jeff is quick to press against your back, his half-hard cock evident now as it presses firm against your ass. You tense, his hands finding their all-too-familiar place around your waist and pushing you closer to him, his chin resting on your shoulder as he speaks.

“Cause I know you’d much rather have me fawnin’ over you like this than you acting like you don’t want me, [Y/N]…”

He’s kissing against your shoulder again, fingers trailing across your abdomen and brushing just a little too low on your waistline. Your breath catches, head instinctively leaning back when he dares to brush his fingers across the inside of your thighs.

“I don’t have any more morning-after pills…”

It’s nearly a whisper, a hesitant confession as he fingers dance around your now-excited cunt, getting so close but so far. Goosebumps trail wherever his fingers lead, you hips instinctively pressing back against him the more he kisses along your skin.

Jeff’s shushing you, pulling your body back to press you against the shower wall, the cold tile making you jump.

“That’s alright. I’ve got it.”

You want to question, but when his fingers dip down through your puffy lips and find their way to your clit, you’re immediately lost as you fall back against his weight.

The pads of Jeff’s fingers slip across your clit, the bud pulsing with every swipe as he continues his assault on your neck. Your thighs part, the resistance and teasing you had earlier slipping away with every pulse of your excitement. He was always so good at that: finding some way to break your restraint and force his way in.

“Relax.”

You aren’t sure what he means until you feel the tip of his index finger begin to press against your asshole, the tight ring of muscle resisting as you jolt with shock. Your hands immediately reach back to grip is arm, body tensing up.

“Jeff-”

“Just relax, babe.”

The twinge of his fingers has you leaning forward onto the tiles, cheek pressed into the cool wall as you try your best to untense your body. Jeff works your clit, your cunt swelling with arousal as you feel the tip of his finger press in, your back arching against the initial sting.

He works slowly though, bending and curling his finger to untighten that ring of muscle until he eventually can press another one in, your jaw falling open when he tries to spread them further. He pumps them so slowly, more focused on tugging that muscle loose than getting deep.

“Fuck…”

Jeff grunts, his cock twitching something terrible as he watches his knuckles get caught on the rim of your asshole, a light tug pushing them back in, the walls sucking them in. You swell so nicely around him, the flush of your skin complimenting so nicely with his eager hands.

You’re burning up, clit jolting with every touch and abdomen swelling the deeper he tries to probe his digits. You can’t handle it, the stretching makes you dizzy and eager, your hips unable to press back far enough to make him get deeper.

“Jeff… Hurry up…”

He’s more ready than you are, heavy eyes trailing to your flushed face as he reads you, tugging his fingers out. You’re probably not stretched half as well as you need to be, but you’re both too horny and desperate to care.

You brace yourself, hands and chest pressing against the wall as Jeff takes your hips into his hands, fisting his cock as he lines himself up.

“Mhmm…”

The resistance as he pushes in is nauseating, your shoulders falling limp as Jeff grunts, his jaw flexing as he tries to get inside.

“Relax.”

It’s a command now, his fingers gripping tighter on your hips as you feel the muscle opening around his cockhead, your eyes rolling shut.

The sting has arousal gushing from your cunt as his tip pops in, the muscle wrapping tight around his girth. Jeff moans out, the tightness coaxing him to push his hips in further, but you’re just so tense.

You’re being hauled off the wall, cheek leaving the cold tile as you feel Jeff’s arms wrap tight around your center. His fingers slip quickly to your clit, digits pushing through the slick of your arousal and rubbing quickly onto your clit.

“C’mon, babe. Lemme fuck you…”

He’s tugging your body limp with your clit, his cock rutting ever-so-messily further and further into the clench of your asshole. He couldn’t get enough, his face and body tensing and jolting as he worked you loose, every whine and hiss from your lips coaxing him deeper.

“God, Jeff-”

You whine out, the fullness of him pulsing inside of you as your cunt aches, the emptiness beckoning you for more.

You’re both panting by the time he bottoms out, fingers swiping quick circles onto your clit while the sting of stretch slowly dissipates. The tug feels so good now, your back arching into the feeling as Jeff holds you close, every inch of skin touching like electric shocks.

You cry out when he tugs his hips back, grunting loudly as he ruts back in. You try your best to stay relaxed, feet slipping further apart to give him better access.

The restraint finally breaks when Jeff plunges his hips, snapping them quickly against your ass like he could break you. You’re reeling, hips dropping to arch further into the feeling, your mind straining as you feel the tenseness leave your body.

“Yeah… Yeah, there we go…”

Jeff’s nearly growling as he stuffs his cock back into your asshole, the swell of his cock gliding in and out the smoothest he can. You’re whining, crying out as you strain to take him, his fingers never letting up against your clit.

Jeff’s nose presses into your neck, breathing deep and nipping at your skin as he fucks you. You can’t focus, reeling against him as his fingers work between your thighs, the killer trying his hardest not to cum immediately. His body is pressed so close, frame swallowing you as he hunches closer, forcing you to bend forward.

But it’s too late, and you’re far too tight for him to last half as long as he does in your cunt. Your ass sucks him in, more force needed to pull out than if he just stayed bottomed out and rutted messily against your ass. The friction is addicting, the tug and stretch leaving you both whining and clawing at one another.

He does, and you’re nearly crying, the press against your cunt from the inside all gummy and nauseating as you feel Jeff’s pace wither. His fingers are desperate, swiping harshly against your clit until you’re leaning back, head falling onto his shoulder as his arms grip tight around your ribs. You gasp when you feel your heels lift from the shower floor, his strength rippling as he holds you up. Your legs dangle limply, hands gripping onto his arms as he tries to fuck up into you, your body too weak to hold yourself up.

“Feels good? Yeah? Gonna cum? Gonna give it to me?”

He’s blubbering behind you, egging you on through gritted teeth as he fucks the last of his restraint out, eyes gently fluttering back as he can feel his abdomen knotting impossibly tight. His jaw hangs, a long groan all that he can produce when you both finally tip over the edge.

Your vision flashes white when you’re cumming, your body falling convulsing and leaving Jeff to haul you up, trying his best to get the last few thrusts into your ass before he’s cumming too.

“Babe-”

He whines, your asshole squeezing him to a painful degree as he’s milked, stripes of hot cum gushing so deep inside of you. Your skin is so hot, the shower water cascading over the both of you and overheating your already burning skin.

You’re both panting, whining, and hissing with every final movement, every last inch of that overwhelming pleasure you can ride out. Jeff’s holding you tight, damp bodies locked together as the killer’s fingers slowly slip out from between your folds.

“Oh my god-”

Jeff is so slow to pull out, cautious for both of you as he strains to tug his swelled cockhead from your rim.

The sight is heavenly, your stretched hole pulsing and fluttering as Jeff watches his cum slowly seep out. He smiles, dipping his fingers to glide his seed back into your asshole, screwing his fingers in and watching your body jolt.

It takes no time for you both to finish up, standing limply under the water until you deemed each other clean and evenly exhausted. Shutting the water off, you lazily dry each other off, heavy eyes roaming over ruined bodies.

You dry the two of you off, Jeff’s head resting against your shoulder as he breathes slowly. There was no energy to put clothes back on, or even wash the ones on the bathroom floor as you both trek towards your bed. Your body is sore, back fluttering with pain as Jeff scoops you into the bed and makes his own way in as well.

“Don’t ever bring that shit back in the house again…”

You mumble, sleepiness creeping as Jeff holds you close and quietly chuckles.

“But look where it got me…”

You roll your eyes, smiling with exasperation as you both settle against one another, the lateness of the evening overtaking you both.

Maybe you didn’t mind a little mess.

He’d be the one cleaning it up tomorrow though.

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gejo333 · 1 year ago

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An Unexpected Match III

DILF/DBF Miguel O’Hara x Female Reader

Pt.1 Pt.4

Summary: Miguel finds out that you have a boyfriend after he makes a surprise visit. However, that doesn’t stop him for trying to seduce you, but you’re stubborn, and won’t be labeled a cheater despite the temptations. As weeks in the summer go by, your friendship with the O’Hara’s becomes really strong, which doesn’t help fight the urge to sleep with Miguel. But will one-heart breaking encounter break your stubborn ways?

I apologize for any grammatical mistakes I missed.

Enjoy💕

Wc: 5.5k

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“It’s been a while, Hermosa. I’ve missed you.”

You turn off the faucet and grab a paper towel to dry your hands. You turn your head slightly towards him.

“I never thought I would see you again.” You lightly chuckle before you turn around and look up to meet his gaze. Pressed against the sink and Miguel, you couldn’t escape. But with your heart pounding against your chest, you didn’t want to move from his hold.

Miguel brushed some of your hair from your face before he took your chin in his hand. His gaze dropped to your lips before meeting your eyes again.

“Maybe we should start where we left off two years ago. I never was able to give you that goodbye kiss. But I’d say it’s more of a hello now.” He leaned down, his lips brushing your own. Before your lips touch, you turn your head, his kiss touching your cheek. Miguel raised his head, eyebrows furrowed, lips forming a frown. You lift your hand to cup his face as your thumb gently brushes his cheek.

“I can’t. I-” Before you could speak, you heard the sliding glass door open. Hearing your father’s voice, you and Miguel separate as you turn on the kitchen faucet to resume doing the dishes. Miguel helps you dry them and put the dishes away.

On walks, your father as he brings more dishes to the kitchen. “Hey, you two. I see you both getting buddy-buddy with each other.” Said your father as he came over and put more dishes next to you.

“W-what do you mean?” You felt your heart skip a beat as you looked at your father.

“Just nice to see my daughter getting along with my best friend here. I knew you two would like each other. Are you talking about science stuff?” You smile at your father’s upbeat attitude that you and Miguel were getting along. Little did he know how well you two got along.

“Y/n asked me about what projects we worked on in my department and what interns do. I was just giving her an overview of it.” Miguel said as he put away another dish you passed to him, your fingers touching his. You probably would have dropped it if it wasn’t for his grip on the plate.

“Hope he’s not boring you too much.” Your father laughs as he pats your back.

“No, not at all. I enjoy learning about these kinds of things. If I got bored of it, it wouldn’t be smart to choose a career in it.” You chuckle as your gaze briefly meets Miguel’s before returning to the dishes. Your father comes up and gently pushes you out of the way to finish the dishes.

“Dad? What-” you ask him, confused to being slightly pushed away.

“Don’t worry about finishing the dishes. There’s a surprise waiting for you in the backyard.” Your father chuckled.

“Surprise? It’s 8pm. Why show me-” You paused your words as your eyes widened. You hear everyone come inside from the backyard into the living room, where you hear a distinct male voice. You look to Miguel with slightly widened eyes, who gazes at you with concern before you leave the kitchen and into the living room.

Sitting on the couch chatting with your two brothers and Stephanie was your boyfriend of one year and a month.

“Tyler?” You say, surprised to see him. He turned to face you with a warm smile as he got up to hug you.

“Hey there, kitten. I’ve missed you.” Tyler calls you by the nickname he gives you as he brings you into his arms and leans down to kiss you. You pull away gently from the kiss as you put on a smile.

“Daddy!” Your heart dropped when you heard Gabi run into her father’s arms, who had come from the kitchen.

“Hey, missed you too.” You say to Tyler before you turn to look at Miguel. He didn’t look happy. Not with you being in another man’s arms.

Why was this bothering you so much? You had a great boyfriend. Miguel was only a weekend fling from two years ago. He shouldn’t matter to you. Yet, his gaze, voice, and touch… It made your heart glow.

“I thought I wasn’t going to see you till tomorrow?”

“Jack texted me saying you arrived early. So I decided to come see you.” You look to your older brother and send him a look that only your brothers would understand. Jack’s eyes widened when he saw you look at him with the ‘I’m so going to get you back for this’ look.

“Aww, how sweet.” You say with a big fake smile that only Stephanie and your brothers can recognize.

“Well, it’s getting late. I have to get this little one to bed.” Said Miguel as he noticed his daughter fall asleep in his arms. He also couldn't bear to see you in another man’s arms.

“Aww, they’re always so cute at that age. I miss mine being that age. But they’re all grown up now. Maybe I’ll see grandchildren running around here soon. “Your mom said as she melted at the sight of the sleeping Gabi. She looked at your brother Jack and then at you when she said the last part.

“Mom!” Whined Jack as he tried to cover his reddened cheeks.

Your father leaves the kitchen to say goodbye to Miguel at the door. You leave Tyler’s

arms as you walk to the entrance to your house, where you see Miguel and your father talking. As you stand next to your father, Miguel’s gaze briefly lands on you before looking back at your father.

“Oh, before you leave, Miguel. Are you still trying to find a new babysitter? Y/n babysat all during high school. And she’s free until she returns to college in a month.” Your eyes widen when your father makes the offer for you to babysit.

Miguel looked over at you with a mischievous gleam in his eye as he smiled. “That would be great. See you tomorrow at 3 at my house then. It was nice meeting you, y/n. Can’t wait to get to know you better.”

“S-see you tomorrow.” Your cheeks lightly flush as you smile at him before he leaves through the door.

“Wow, I’ve never seen him warm up to someone so quick. I could barely get a full conversation out of him for a week.” Your father said as he closed the door.

“It’s probably because he knows our family so well.” You tell your father as you both walk back into the family room.

After talking with everyone for a bit longer, you try to hide a yawn. The flight back, plus jet lag, was making you exhausted.

“I’m going to head to bed. I’ll see everyone in the morning.” You try to hide another yawn as you stand up from the couch. Tyler gets up with you, his hand draped around your shoulders.

“Goodnight, you two. No funny business under my roof. Just sleep.” Your father gives you both a warning look. You roll your eyes and smile.

“Don’t worry, Dad. Nothing will happen.”

You say as you walk upstairs to your bedroom, Tyler follows right behind you. As you get to your room, you are suddenly turned around as his lips capture yours. You gently push him away as you smile up at him. He frowns slightly, disappointed in your answer.

“Maybe not tonight. I really am tired from being back from Europe. Let’s just sleep tonight.”

“Fine. Good Night.” He sighed with a smile as he took off his pants and shirt and got in the bed with you.

“Goodnight.”

As you lay in your bed, you wished you shared it with a certain man instead of your boyfriend.

When you woke up the next morning, you left Tyler in your bed as you felt guilty for wishing you woke up in Miguel’s strong arms.

Since Stephanie spent the night, too, you went on a morning walk to your favorite cafe as you both talked about yesterday’s events. After talking the morning away, you walked back to your house, where you said goodbye to Stephanie before she left back to her apartment. That’s when you also said goodbye to Tyler, as he said he would meet up with his old roommates.

When you showered and got ready, it was time for you to head over to Miguel’s house to babysit Gabi. You weren’t just nervous about being in Miguel’s house the first time but you wanted Gabi to like you.

As you walk up to his house, you knock on the door. Within seconds the door opened, revealing Miguel dressed in a button-up and nice black slacks. Your breath hitched when you saw him wearing his glasses. Your core shrieked, but you were able to compose yourself as you smiled at him.

“Hi, Mr. O’Hara.”

“Hey there, Kitten.” Miguel chuckled as he stepped aside to let you inside. As you walked in, you turned around, cheeks red as you lightly hit his chest, trying to hide the smile on your face from his silly remark.

“The name’s y/n to you.”

“And it’s Miguel for you.” Miguel winked at you with a smile before he led you into the house.

Despite living on the same street, his house was way bigger than your childhood home. Nicer too. With top-of-the-line furniture and appliances. That’s probably what you get when you are the genetics department chair at Alchamex.

“You have a lovely home.” You say as he leads you into the kitchen, where Gabi sits at the kitchen counter, coloring with pencils and markers.

“Hey, Mija, Y/n is here to hang out with you.” Gabi looked up from her coloring. Her eyes brightened up when she saw you.

“Hi! I drew you a picture!” Gabi lifted the paper she was drawing as you smiled brightly and walked over to where she was sitting. She showed you her drawing; it was of you and her standing on what you assumed was a field with a soccer ball in her hands.

“I love it, Gabi. Thank you. Oh, are we wearing the Clover team jerseys?”

“Yeah! Since you said you used to play on the team. The drawing is for you.” Gabi passes you the picture as you gladly take it. “Aww, thank you. When I get home, it’s going straight on the fridge.” You gently put the drawing in your bag to make sure not to forget it.

Miguel smiled at you and Gabi getting along. She was ecstatic When he mentioned that you were coming over to babysit this morning. Despite only meeting you yesterday, his daughter seemed fond of you immediately. He briefly leaves to grab his lab coat, putting it on before returning to the kitchen, where you and Gabi chatted away. He walks to the other side of the kitchen counter and puts important paperwork and his laptop in a bag. His gaze meets yours, gesturing for you to follow him.

“Goodbye, princesa. I’ll be home for dinner.” Miguel kissed the top of her head as she turned to hug him.

He then guided you to his office, letting you in first before he closed the door. Hearing the door locked, you turned around with a smile. Miguel approached you, touching your hips as he pulled you against him.

“Maybe something quick before work?” Miguel smirked as he grabbed you by the thighs, lifting you up as he sat you on his desk.

“Miguel, we can’t. For many reasons.” You giggle as you put your hands on his chest and gently push him away. You cup his face with your hand. He puts his larger hand on top of yours as he takes it and kisses your wrist.

“Why not, cariño?” He looks at you with a lustful gaze.

“You know why. First off, Gabi is in the other room. And second, I have a boyfriend. I’m not going to be labeled a cheater. And those are just the two reasons at the top of my head.” You smiled up at him as he moved slightly away from you to let you get down from his desk.

A frown forms on your lips as you see a small pout on his face. Getting up from the desk, you walk up to him and fix his lab coat collar. “I want to kiss you, Miguel. But I can’t.”

Your last words made him smile as he brushed some of your hair behind your ear, a small loving gesture you missed so much.

Miguel unlocked the office door and grabbed his bag as he told you a bit about what Gabi likes to eat, what she can and can’t have, and that he would be back for dinner. He also gave you his phone number to call or text if anything arises. Or if you wanted to meet privately with him. He whispered to you the last part as you rolled your eyes playfully and shook your head, smiling at him before he left.

Walking back to the kitchen, you sit next to Gabi.

“Can I draw with you?”

“Sure!” Gabi smiled as she passed you a blank paper and shared her colored pencils.

“Are you excited to start kindergarten?”

“Yeah! I’m excited to make new friends. Some of my teammates are going to be in my class.”

“That’s awesome! I bet you’re going to have a lot of fun.”

“Yeah! Wow, you draw really well! Can you teach me?” Gabi looked at your drawing of randomly drawn flowers. You smiled at her interest in your drawing. You minored in visual arts just because you loved art and its calming mechanisms when stressed.

You grab two pieces of blank paper and teach her to draw a simple rose. After a few drafts, Gabi was happy with her third rose. You then taught her how to draw different flowers for most of the day.

After spending two hours drawing, you cut up a piece of fruit for the both of you to snack on before Gabi asked you to kick a soccer ball in the backyard.

After spending an hour passing the soccer ball and teaching her cool tricks to show off to her teammates, it was time for you to start making dinner.

You heard the front door open when you finished dinner for you and the two O’Haras. Miguel walked into the kitchen and smiled at seeing you making dinner with Gabi helping when she could, standing on a footstool beside you. He could get used to this site. If only he could make you his.

“Daddy!” Gabi ran up to Miguel and hugged him.

“Hey there, did you have fun today?” Miguel hugged his daughter back before she grabbed his hand and brought him to the kitchen counter.

“Look at the drawings y/n and I drew! She taught me how to draw flowers!” Gabi showed him the drawings.

“These are great, Mija. I’ll put your favorite on the fridge.” Gabi handed her favorite to him as he grabbed a magnet and hung it on the fridge door. “Looks perfect.” Miguel smiled before he gazed at you.

“Gabi, how about you go wash up for dinner.”

“Ok!” Gabi ran upstairs. Once he heard the bathroom door shut, he approached you from behind and grabbed your hips, pulling you against him.

“Miguel.” You chuckle as you finish cooking, turning off the stove as you turn your head.

“Just one kiss. Please, Hermosa. I miss your lips against mine. I miss touching you.” Miguel leaned down as his lips brushed against your neck before leaving one kiss. You turn around, cheeks flushed as you try to give him a serious look but fail. “Like I said before, we can’t.”

Miguel smirks as he takes your chin softly. “You distracted me all day today at work. I could barely get anything done.”

You smile as you take the hand on your chin and give it a loving squeeze. “Dinner is ready.”

After having a nice dinner with Miguel and Gabi, as she tells him about your day together, you decide it’s time to leave. Miguel walks you to the front door as he takes out his wallet. You put your hand over his, stopping him from taking out any money.

“I don’t need any money. Please, I don’t want it. I really loved spending time with her. She’s the sweetest thing. You have an amazing daughter, Miguel. I’ll see you tomorrow.” You smile before opening the door and leaving.

Miguel stood there, brows slightly furrowed. He felt his heart skip a beat at your last words before leaving. Until now, his feelings for you have only been lustful. But now he’s beginning to feel more for you. He’s never felt this way for anyone. He groaned in slight annoyance. Now it would be even harder for him to stop his advances of making you his.

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Two weeks have passed, and you have gotten into a routine with the O’Hara’s. You would come in the afternoon to hang out with Gabi until Miguel came home from work and had dinner with you. Sometimes you made dinner, sometimes Miguel would if he came home earlier, or he would get takeout for the three of you.

Today was a little different. Miguel had come home earlier than usual and found you and Gabi in the kitchen making homemade cookies. He found you both covered in flour and frosting, both laughing when you saw him walk in with a surprised face.

“Want to frost cookies with us?” You ask him. Miguel smiled as he rolled up his sleeves and stood on the other side of Gabi.

“Daddy, you're putting too much frosting on the cookie.” Giggled Gabi as she saw her father drown the sugar cookie in orange frosting.

“I guess I did.” He chuckled as he looked down at his daughter. He laughed when he saw his daughter’s face covered in frosting. He grabbed a napkin, kneeled down, and wiped her face. Gabi then dipped her finger in some frosting and put it on her father’s nose. Seeing Miguel’s surprised face made you and Gabi laugh.

“Oh, this is funny to you both.” Miguel then put frosting on your nose. Now making the O’Hara’s chuckle at your facial reaction.

“Very funny.” You laugh as you get a napkin and wipe your face. You then go up to Miguel and, with the napkin, wipe away the frosting from his face. Your eyes met his, and your breath hitched when you noticed a difference in his eyes. They held more than lust. His eyes held something more for you.

You looked away, breaking your gaze. “Look at us. Guess we should all get cleaned up.” You chuckle as you look at yourself, Gabi, and Miguel, all covered in flour, frosting, and sprinkles.

All three of you go upstairs as Miguel starts a bath for Gabi.

“I’ll be there in a minute, Princesa. I’m just going to show y/n where the other shower is.” He tells Gabi before he leads you down the hall into the master bedroom and straight to the master bath.

“Miguel, why are we in your bathroom? I know that you have more than two bathrooms in this house.”

Miguel smirked after turning on the shower. “My shower has the best water pressure. You can take a shower while I help Gabi wash up. Unless you want to wait a bit, we can shower together.” Miguel walked up to you as his eyes trailed up and down your body.

“Sorry, O’Hara. You’re not getting a peep show.” You smirked. Miguel chuckled as he put his hands up in surrender before leaving.

He was right. The water pressure was perfect. As you wash off the flour and frosting, your mind wonders about memories of Miguel two years ago. The hot water rushed against both your bodies as you felt his lips on your skin, his hands trailing over you, lowering one down to your sensitive lips.

You snapped back to reality as you turned the shower handle too cold to knock some sense into you.

After everyone was showered and dressed, it was time for Gabi to go to bed. Sometime during the middle of the week, Gabi asked if both you and Miguel would tuck her into bed and say good night before you left.

As you entered her room, you saw Miguel grab her favorite stuffed animal as he walked back over to the 5- year old jumping on her bed.

“Be careful, Mija. You could fall.” Miguel said as he picked up his giggling daughter and laid her on the bed, pulling the covers over her. You sat beside Miguel on the bed as you helped tuck her in. You noticed she dropped her stuffed animal on the floor, so you picked it up and put it beside her. You smiled lovingly at her as she yawned and eyes drooped.

“Goodnight, Gabi. Sweet dreams.”

“Goodnight, y/n. Goodnight, Daddy.”

“Goodnight, princess. Sleep well.”

You both watched her fall asleep before quietly standing up and leaving her room. You both walked downstairs and grabbed your things before heading to the front door.

“You know, it’s pretty late. You could sleep here tonight.” Miguel suggested as he gave you the usual goodbye hug, which started the second night you began to come over.

“Goodnight, Miguel.” You giggled as you hugged him, but not before standing on your toes and kissing his cheek as a goodbye.

Miguel stood frozen in shock from your little kiss. Of course, you had already snuck off and left before he could come to his senses. He smiled as he touched his slightly flushed cheek where your lips once were.

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Another week passed, and it was family game night at your house. Of course, it wasn’t just your family but the O’Haras, Stephanie, and your boyfriend, Tyler. Since you started hanging out more at Miguel’s house. You’ve barely gone to hang out with Tyler, which has put a bit of tension in your relationship.

“Hey, I was wondering if you wanted to go to the bar and watch the basketball game tomorrow?” Tyler sat beside you on the sofa, wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

“Sure, oh wait. I have to take a rain check. I offered to take Gabi to soccer practice and then drive her to a friend’s house for a sleepover. Maybe next time.” Your lips turned into a frown as you heard him scoff and remove his arm from around you as he sipped his beer. You rolled your eyes and turned towards him. “What?”

“You’ve been canceling plans to spend all your time with that family. I’d say you had a thing for-” You hit his chest as a warning, a groan in pain coming from him as he lightly glared at you.

“I offered to help him babysit since he is my father’s best friend. He’s a busy single father who couldn’t find anyone to help take care of his daughter. Get your head out of the clouds and from those stupid accusations.” You glared at him, fuming. Thank god you were the only two in the living room before everyone came in.

The doorbell rang, indicating the O’Haras were here. Having enough of your boyfriend, you excuse yourself as you open the door.

“Y/n!” Gabi ran over and hugged you.

“Hey there, my little bug.” You happily returned her hug before letting her enter the house to greet everyone else.

“Hi.” You smile up at Miguel, who smiles back at you as he gives you a warm side hug. He leans down and whispers, “Hi, Hermosa.” You playfully roll your eyes and return his hug before entering the living room.

Still mad at Tyler, you sit between Gabi and your brother Jack. Noticing you weren’t sitting next to him, he rolled his eyes and took another sip from his beer.

“Boyfriend troubles?” Your brother mumbled to you. “Yep.” You sigh as you steal your brother’s beer and take a sip before returning it to him.

“Hey, I don’t want your germs.” Grumbled your brother as he took a sip from his beer.

“Grow up.” You chuckle.

“Attention, everyone! It’s time to pick teams! Pick a piece of paper from the hat, whatever number you have, pair it with the people with the same number.” Said your mother as she passed the hat along. When you picked out a folded paper, you opened it and got ‘3.’

“Who got three?”

“I did!” Gabi rose, hands up in excitement.

“Me too.” Miguel smiled at you as he showed you his paper.

After the teams were made, the first game started, Pictionary.

Winner: Team O’Hara, Gabi came up with the name and said that your last name would be O’Hara for the night. A few unspeakable thoughts appeared in your head.

Next game: Trivia

Winner: Team O’Hara

The next and final game was a scavenger hunt around the house.

“Ok, next clue. What’s round and silver that whistles when hot? God, these are easy. Who wrote these clues?” Miguel chuckled as he led the way to the kitchen.

“Who do you think?” You chuckle as you walk behind him with Gabi holding your hand.

“Sam.” Miguel chuckled as he made his way to the kettle and opened up the lid, finding the next clue as he grabbed one of the slips and handed it to you. Reading it, you laugh.

“We could have done this blindfolded and still be in the lead.”

You go to the living room where your brothers and Tyler sit, trying to figure out the second clue. Walking to the fireplace, you move a log and find the paper with glitter on it, indicating you won.

“We won!” You say in excitement as you join in a group victory hug with Miguel and Gabi.

“Thats game! Team O’Hara wins game night!” Your father said, earning groans from Team Bud Light, your brothers, and Tyler’s team.

“Of course we had no chance when the geniuses were all put on one team.” Grumbled Tyler.

“You’re just jealous.” You tell him, which makes Tyler smirk as he grabs you by the waist and pulls you into his lap, and gives you a kiss on the lips. You push his chest away and move off his lap, sitting next to him as you fix your hair.

“Tyler! There are other people here.” Your cheeks flushed, embarrassed by his actions. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, bringing you closer to him. “I just want to tell everyone that you're my girl.” Tyler chuckled before he briefly glared at Miguel as if he was giving him a warning. Miguel grinned, not caring. As he knew who y/n truly favored.

After talking for a bit longer, Miguel noticed Gabi getting sleepy as it was getting late. He picked her up and said his goodbyes to everyone before walking back home.

“Daddy?”

“Si, Princesa.”

“I don’t like y/n’s boyfriend.”

“Why is that?” Miguel chuckled at his daughter’s words, amused.

“He took her away every time she tried to spend time with us after the game. I didn’t like it.” Gabi rubbed one of her eyes as she yawned.

“Yeah, I didn’t like it either.”

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It was 4pm when you arrived at the soccer field to pick up Gabi. As you parked your car and got out, you walked to the field where you saw from afar a group of 5-year-olds huddled up before they dispersed to find their parents.

“Y/n!” Gabi ran up and hugged you, which you gladly returned.

“Hey there! Are you excited for your first sleepover?”

“Yeah!” Gabi cheered as you took her hand and walked to your car.

After driving back to Miguel’s house, where he gave you a spare key, you got Gabi cleaned up and dressed before driving to her friend’s house.

Getting out of the car, you grab her sleeping bag and backpack as you walk up to the house. “Now remember, Gabi, ask Ms. Johnson to call me or your father if you need us, ok?”

“Ok!” Gabi smiled as she bounced on her feet, very excited about her first sleepover. You smiled down at her before knocking on the door. When it opened, the woman’s face grew slightly disappointed when she saw you but her emotions turned to happiness when she saw Gabi.

“Hi, Gabi darling. I’m happy to have you over. Sofia and Rachel are super excited for the sleepover. Come in.” She opens the door for both of you.

“Bye, y/n!” Gabi hugged you before going to play with her friends in their room.

“So, O’Hara likes them young, I see.” Said Ms. Johnson.

“Excuse me?” You scrunch your eyebrows in confusion.

“Oh, I’m just saying I didn’t know Miguel liked to date college girls.”

“Ok, first off, nice to meet you too. And second off, I’m not dating Miguel. I'm Gabi's babysitter.” You say as you narrow your eyes slightly at the woman whose eyes widen by her mistake.

“Oops, my bad. Good to know he’s still single. Those hot rich single fathers are hard to find.” The woman chuckled, which only made things more awkward and annoying for you.

“Forgot to mention I’m also a close family friend of his. I’ll make sure to mention your fondness for him. Nice meeting. Bye.” You say before leaving and getting back into your car.

God, some of these suburban housewives are insane.

After returning to your childhood home for some last-minute packing, you decided to sleep at your shared apartment with Tyler. You both moved in there together before you went off to Europe.

As soon as you unlocked the door and stepped inside, you knew something was wrong. All the hairs on your body stood up as your stomach twisted into knots. You saw two used wine glasses on the kitchen counter and clothes sprawled along the floor leading to the bedroom.

Inching your way closer, the moans from a woman could be heard coming from the other room. Your mind knew what was happening, yet you still wanted to check, a small hint of doubt forming inside you. Maybe it’s just your imagination.

As soon as you open the door to your once-shared bedroom, you see your boyfriend fucking a random woman from behind. And since they were so in the moment, they didn’t realize you walk in. Rage filled your body as you walked back out of the bedroom, slamming the door.

That got their attention as you heard Tyler swear and call out your name as he opened the door. However, you already grabbed your bag and stormed out of the apartment. You had gotten in your car when Tyler ran out of the building half-naked. But it was too late to stop you as you drove off.

The rage subsided and was replaced with pain as you felt like you were stabbed in the chest and straight through the heart. Tears were streaming down your face, making driving slightly harder as the tears blurred your vision.

You pull into the driveway as you get out of the car, walk up to the door, and knock. A few minutes passed when the door opened, revealing Miguel in sweats and a black tank top.

“Y/n? What happened?” Miguel’s eyes widened when he saw your tears as he led you into the house and closed the door. Miguel held you against his chest as you wept. Brushing your hair back from your face. He leaned down, cupping your cheeks as he tried to wipe away your tears. It pained him to see you like this.

You stopped shedding tears as the lust began to cloud them. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss. Miguel immediately returned your kiss as he touched your hips and pulled you closer.

“Y/n…” Miguel pulled away, coming back to reality.

“Please, Miguel. I’ve missed you.” You looked up at him with want. He knew what you were asking of him. And he was gladly going to give it to you. His gaze matched your lustful one as he picked you up by your thighs, and you wrapped them around his waist. His lips captured yours into a heated kiss. He then carried you upstairs to his bedroom, where he gently laid you on his bed.

Miguel kissed your lips down to your neck and chest as he gently removed your clothes. His lips met yours again before separating as he gazed down at you with a loving smile and brushed his hand gently over your tear-stained cheek.

“I’ll take care of you tonight, mi amor.”

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bull-shit-suji · 9 months ago

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kuro modern au stuff that i word vomited into my notes app

kind of a Vincent summoned sebastian to save ciel so ciel doesnt actually owe sebas anything

amnesia? idk

single dad moment! except theres this other dad whos kinda find.. (cough agni)

i think vincent was like do NOT let ciel know ur a demon so sebastian keeps it a secret but he doesnt have a good handle on like. Humans. so he kinda does a bad job and ciel definitely knows that he's weird but doesnt say anything. will go out of his way to gaslight you when sebastian does weird shit because he thinks its funny

"hey uhh is your dad levitating?"

"no?"

"he's flying above the school rn"

"that's a bird"

u think suddenly being a butler is hard? have fun being a dad bitch

alois is there but thats complicated. claude and hannah are DIVORCED but on decent terms (i think claude is like. toxic alpha male podcast type guy) and claude sees alois on alternating weekends!

are they demons? i dont know

i think ciel and alois can be friends. platonically. alois would probably say yes if ciel wanted to be romantic but i Promise you he does not. they are just pals :)

im saying ciel has a crush on elizabeth because i can (she's not his cousin here). emo boy x sunny church girl. said sunny church girl has to ask the mcdonalds employees for the blue raspberry slushie they forgot to put in ciel's order because emo boy is too scared.

IM 13 EVERYTHING SUCKSSSSS

grelle is actually living her best life transitioned with anne so they are ciel's aunts on his late mom's side. i think grelle likes ciel. mom figure moreso than anne is.

ciel owns four bongs and definitely a vape or two. come on now

he's also probably got celiac and is lactose intolerant he is just a feeble boy i think

he listens to twenty one pilots. sorry! sorry.

ciel is goth alois is punk those r kinda just the rules

ciel is insanely smart top of the class this shit is easy for him.

yells at sebastian daily. figured out what happened with his real parents around the age of uhhhh 12 or 13? has been an absolute terror ever since

"it was really nice of your dad to bring cookies for the field trip!"

"i hope he fucking chokes on one"

"oh!"

sebastian and claude are pta rivals.

"is this lemon bread store bought? my, how... efficient!"

"you made these from scratch? i can tell."

"i've never seen an interesting looking salsa! very exciting."

ciel purposefully invites alois over constantly bcus it pisses sebas off. alois is Terrified of that man.

"go grab the chips from the kitchen"

"but... what if mr michaelis is in there?"

"mr m- you mean my dad? tell him he can shove a faucet up his ass"

"id rather die on the spot"

sebastian will yell at ciel and is maybe a little emotionally unavailable but he's trying!!! it's hard :(

does that Dad thing where he comes into ciels room and is like hey bud......... what r u up to..

ciel and seiglinde r also palls. the smartest people in school

lizzie is a JOCK. she plays softball.

alois is a theater kid come on now

ciel is best at writing and literature analysis, specifically fiction. enjoys history, language, and Some sciences as well.

nerd

au where myspace is still a thing ciel has a myspace account

he definitely writes shitty poetry

wants to major in business

alois is a glee and pitch perfect truther

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solarmorrigan · 2 years ago

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Steddie and #12 on the prompt list pleaseeeee 😭

Hello! Thank you for the prompt, I had fun writing this one!

Prompt from this list: 12. Things you said when you thought I was asleep

When Eddie wakes, he’s comfortable and warm. These are the second and third best qualities of Steve Harrington’s bed. The best quality of Steve Harrington’s bed, however, appears to be missing.

Eddie rolls over, checking the spot beside him, and finds that, yes, it’s definitely missing. Steve is not there.

If he listens, though, he can hear signs of life coming from downstairs, echoing through the quiet house. The rush of a sink running, the clatter of dishes, the soft murmur of a radio – sounds like Steve is making breakfast.

Eddie sighs and slithers reluctantly out from under the covers, hunting for his t-shirt on the floor, where he’d tossed it last night before getting into bed.

It’s not– it’s not like that, of course, between him and Steve. The shirt had gone, but the boxers and sweatpants had definitely stayed. They share the bed in an entirely platonic manner, just as a way to deal with nightmares and trauma and that sort of fun shit. But sleeping next to Steve is like sleeping with a furnace, and he’s said he doesn’t mind if Eddie loses his shirt; he doesn’t wear one himself half the time.

God, Eddie wishes this could be as gay as it sounds.

He’s not gonna knock what he does have, though. He’s not. Whatever his relationship is with Steve, it’s special, and Eddie’s not going to let his dick (or worse, his feelings) ruin it.

Quietly, he slips out of Steve’s room (the hinges on the door don’t creak. The floor barely creaks. Steve’s house is spooky as shit sometimes, silent and airless; Eddie gets why he doesn’t like being there alone) and heads down towards the kitchen.

Whatever’s playing on the radio becomes clearer as Eddie approaches, and he can hear Elton John singing about sitting on a roof and kicking off the moss. Even closer, Eddie can hear Steve singing along.

There’s already a smile forming on Eddie’s face when he gets to the door, and that’s before he’s treated to the sight of Steve standing in front of a waffle iron, bopping to the gentle beat of “Your Song.”

“Anyway, the thing is, what I really mean,” Steve murmurs, distracted as he cracks the waffle iron open and tilts his head to take a look inside, “Yours are the sweetest eyes I’ve ever seen…”

Eddie might melt a little bit. That’s his own business.

“Okay, no, this is pathetic,” Steve says, startling Eddie as he breaks from the lyrics. “I mean, this is really sad.”

For one heart-stopping moment, Eddie thinks Steve is speaking to him, but Steve never looks up, instead using a fork to pop the waffle out of the maker and add it to the nearby stack.

“I hate making waffles. Waffles are a pain in the ass,” Steve mutters, contradicting himself entirely by grabbing the bowl of batter and pouring more into the iron. “But Eddie likes waffles and now I’m up at too early in the goddamn morning making waffles.”

Eddie jolts again to hear his name, but Steve still hasn’t seen him in the doorway (or maybe skulking sort of at the edge of the doorway – not eavesdropping! Just… satiating his curiosity). He’s noticed Steve’s tendency to talk to himself when he thinks no one else is listening, but it’s usually just little reminders, or running commentary on what he’s doing.

This – this is interesting.

“Of course I’m making him waffles, what else am I going to do? Not make him waffles? Not let him in and not let him sleep in my bed and not… really like it? Stupid.” Whatever Steve says next is drowned out by the sound of the faucet as he fills the empty batter bowl with water and leaves it to soak, but when he shuts the water off Eddie manages to tune back in. “…because I’m an asshole who can’t just tell him that I think he’s smart and fun to be around and really hot and that I really like him. No, he’s gonna come downstairs and say good morning and I’m just gonna say– holy shit.”

Now Steve’s spotted Eddie.

They’re both frozen in place, and all Eddie can really think to do is give a little wave and say, “Good morning.”

Steve continues staring at him. “I… thought you were asleep. Still.”

“I am not,” Eddie says, and then immediately wishes he’d said literally almost anything else and avoided sounding like an idiot.

“I can see that,” Steve replies, slightly strangled.

There’s another frozen beat of silence.

“I think the waffle is burning,” Eddie says, glad for the momentary distraction as Steve swears and rushes to save their breakfast.

While Steve is wrestling with the waffles, Eddie decides that some kind of action is warranted. You don’t just hear the guy you’ve been crushing on admit that he thinks you’re smart and fun and hot every day.

Eddie enters the kitchen.

“Not burned,” Steve announces, flipping the waffle onto the plate, “just crispy.”

“Crispy is fine,” Eddie says, approaching the counter where Steve has been cooking. “Anything is fine. Waffles in general are great, I like… waffles.” Stop talking about waffles, holy shit. “I like you.”

That is not better.

In spite of the level of awkward Eddie is currently rocking, Steve turns to look up at him with a small smile ticking at the corners of his lips, uncertain hope behind his eyes.

“Yeah?”

Eddie nearly has him cornered against the counter now, close enough to reach out and touch. “Yeah.”

“More or less than waffles?” Steve asks.

“Tough call,” Eddie murmurs, raising a hand to rest on Steve’s shoulder, sliding it over to brush at the crook of his neck, the side of his throat, the edge of his jaw. “Lemme think.”

It’s at that point that Steve closes a fist in the front of Eddie’s shirt, drags him across the minute distance between them, and leans up to press his lips to Eddie’s.

After that, Eddie finds he can’t think about much of anything at all.

(He doesn’t have to, though. He’s pretty sure the way he leans heavily into Steve’s space, the way his hands curl around Steve’s hips and the way his mouth slides eagerly against Steve’s own lets him know where he ranks in relation to waffles.)

#mxnson13 #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #listen steve's little mumbly monologue as he prepares to apologize to nancy in s2 is my favorite #and I need more of steve talking to himself #eddiesteve #solar wrote #answers from solar

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writing-whump · 7 months ago

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Can you just hold me

Isaiah with mild food poisoning and Seline with emotional angst.

Isaiah had a lot of friends. Seline did not.

She didn't think it would be a problem. There were her projects, her writing, her carefully watched and hard-earned alone time.

A boyfriend who would find occupations without her and could socialize without making her tag along was good.

It made her wonder if couples were better fits if they were more similar or more complementary. Would she had been happier if he preferred staying at home, reading next to her quietly? Each in their own world, but close enough to touch?

Seline used to be a loner as a kid. First preoccupied with her blooming magic, that came to her once her brother was born and fueled it with his shadow, waking the witch in her.

A witch without traditions or legacy if incantations to learn from, he only connection to anything supernatural only through her grandpa. In a very human family, that was a challenge.

But as a kid, Seline managed to find friends open and curious and happy for her and with her about the magic and the freedom the lack of training gave her. She had not realised it could be a disadvantage. No one told her.

Where other witches learned songs and spells, reciting poems handed down over generations, she was making up her own songs. Or singing Disney songs from Lion King to rain to make it louder, to puddles of water to make it sparkle, the kitchen faucet to make the liquid curl in the air like a glittering snake.

In high school, she had become so engrossed with the magic, with the poems she could make into songs - brand new songs for entirely new purposes, depending on what she was thinking. There was no limit, nothing that couldn't be done or thought, if she could sing the right song to the place and the purpose and the person. Talking with other kids her age, that obsessed over dating, lipsticks and diets seemed entirely useless and boring to her.

Her mother almost had a hearattack on the day Seline told her with straight face, she was not interested in having friends. Such a waste of time. She had not needed them.

Looking back, it fascinated her how she could not need people so much as a teen. How entirely fascinated she could be with her own thoughts and worlds, only books and poems for company. What a little arrogant prick she was.

She started feeling lonely around her first year of university. A straight A student, she dreamed about the university experience, of the degrees her parents had, of being the exceptional smart kid as she always was. Except finding a faculty that would allow her to study what she was interested in was hard. A faculty that wouldn't just have you learn everything by memory, that would let you think and roam and wonder. Where things weren't set by hard facts.

But what could it be? And what use would it be for her?

At was at the time she found the covens. The witch coven in Vienna was designed for young witches from small packs and various families so they could learn and connect and develop their magic before they choose a pack of their own. Witches were very precious for wolves after all. The calming effect on the shadows, the ability of their touch to help instead of make it worse - a good exchange for getting their magic fueled by the wolf shadows.

That's where Seline got to know Felicity.

And Violet and Camille, yes, they were all very art oriented and magical and great. But it was mainly about Felicity.

They hit it off on their first meeting and Seline never felt so understood, so connected, so in synch with another person than with her. A witch with green coloured short hair and huge glasses, that loved digital art and painting, the storytelling in games. That had an amazing emotional empathy and the best sense of humor.

Seline was never this close to a person outside her parents. She never had a friend who understood what writing was for her the way Felicity understood it for her art. She never met anyone who loved the creativity of magic the way Felicity did. The freedom.

Cami and Via taught her about the rules, the expectations, the traditions and higher moral missions of magic and art. The ecosystem of the city filled with packs, how important they were to them.

But Felicity was everything. They spend two years texting each other everyday for hours, making calls on train rides, waiting at each other in the coven's art room, discussing movies. They collected each other's art, spoke about their biggest most secret feelings, their frustrations and fears and visions for the world.

Could you love someone so much, be so intensity tied up with them? Seline loved everything about that intellectual relationship, their hours long conversations, but also the unexpected emotional sharing.

Felicity held her up in her loneliness, in her semesters of fruitlessly trying out law school, in arguing with her parents about the right path, through her insecurities about not being the gifted kid after all and what she could be beyond it.

And Seline, who didn't have a close friend since she was 10, who had not needed or wanted to get close, who found most people stupid and boring, yearned for Felicity's company. She was sure that if she ever managed to fell in love, she would want it to be someone like that.

Things started to change when Seline found cultural sciences. After trying out three different faculties, reading through exam scripts of the most unusual subjects she never ever heard of, after visiting courses of different departments to get a feel for the subjects - she finally found it.

A faculty where you read texts and discussed them. Where they taught you thinking, not facts. Where you could research anything, if you could analyse it and find its practical use for everyday lives of people.

Seline loved it. Loved she could study writing and it's process of creation, bestsellers and why people liked them, the psychology of narratives in political campaigns as well as blockbuster movies. Her world opened each and every day.

Felicity still didn't find a faculty. She wasn't looking, really. She told Seline she just wanted to play games, be with friends and make art from time to time. And getting chosen by a pack would grant it to her.

Seline was a little...taken aback by that. There was so much to find out, to research. Places to travel to, books to write, presentations to make. At uni it was fun talking with people. It was fun getting to know the different perspectives.

Seline didn't know what went wrong or when. Just that they have started to feel...colder. Distant from each other. The day Felicity didn't text her the whole day, she kept glancing at her phone in anxiety every five minutes. There were days of silence after. Felicity ignoring her texts and only talking about herself. Felicity not talking about her like she was her best friend in front of Cami and Via. Felicity playing more games with other friends, too tired and overwhelmed with whatever Seline wanted to tell her.

Maybe that was alright. Maybe they simply wanted different things from life. That was normal. They had many differences between them too, after all. Felicity talked about how bad and broken the world was, when Seline kept seeing the light in it, the possibilities. There were topics in politics where they quietly told each other what they thought and why and then never mentioned it again, out of respect for the other.

And this was the right approach, right? They could still be friends despite the differences, if there was respect and tolerance, right? Even if there wasn't an understanding.

Seline's heart fluttered painfully in her chest, her grip on the seat in the tram tightening.

How sentimental she was being today, just because Mattew was at the gym and Isaiah still had uni. He left early for pack meetings, because of the recent trouble with the Starks.

He always had a mission. Always saving someone. Seline wondered sometimes if, at the end of the day, he would have anything left for her.

She walked the short distance from the stop to the shared apartment.

Many things changed since then. Felicity would sometimes tell her how good it was to live alone since 18. While Seline left home only around 24, very close with both of her parents. If it wasn't for the constant trouble and stress around Dylan not passing an exam or another, not doing his homework or boxing in the halls in school cause he couldn't take the sitting anymore...maybe she wouldn't have left. Or met Isaiah. Or Matt.

Seline reached her floor in a blink of an eye. Was it safe to think about these things? To reminiscent? It had been two years since then. Surely it wouldn't make her cry anymore to think of Felicity.

She cleaned up the shoes in the hall, hanging her coat. Went to the kitchen to take a glass of water, chest constricting. Too soon?

Can you really be reeling so much from a breakup with a friend this long?

The apartment was quiet. The drops of water from the faucet hit the bottom loudly until they stopped coming.

Seline went upstairs. Maybe it was good they weren't home. She could get emotional and cry in peace and be all the happier for them, when they came home.

She opened the door, eyes burning, and couldn't help but yelp at the sight. "Isaiah!"

There was her missing boyfriend. Stretched out on her bed, still in his outside clothes - how untypical of him - hugging her pillow close.

"Hey, Sel," he croaked.

"I didn't know you were going to be here so soon." She would have come faster.

Damn these stupid lonely yearnings. No way she would allow herself to need someone so much again. No way she would end up wanting him more than he wanted her.

"Shouldn't be. Still have classes." He turned to his side, hands wrapped around his stomach. "Had lunch with the Stark pack reprensetives. I think there was something wrong with the salad dressing," Isaiah said with a grimace, "my stomach's been messed up since then."

Warmth spilled over her chest like warm honey. Seline didn't want to show how much it touched her that when he wasn't feeling well, he went to her room, her bed, nose buried in her scent.

"How messed up?" She knelt onto the bed, looking him over. He was paler than usual, hair glued to his temples.

Isaiah swallowed heavily. "Had to go to the bathroom two times during one class. It was getting ridiculous." He let himself fall back against the pillows closing his eyes. "Also feel kind of nauseous," he said with resignement.

"Awwe, I'm so sorry." She tiptoed closer to lie down next to him.

Isaiah reached for her immediately, wrapping his arms around her, pressing his face into her chest.

"Maybe you could just let it happen," she cooed, dragging her fingers through his hair. "The sooner the bad food leaves your system the better."

Isaiah made a whiny sound at the back of his throat. "I thought you might have a magical cure."

She rolled her eyes fondly. "Not magical. Just drops and tea." Kissing his forehead, she wiggled herself out. "I'll be right back."

He groaned pathetically when she left him, face planting into the mattress. He stayed in the same position when she returned.

"Here, drink this." She handed him a small shot glass.

Isaiah's nose twitched as he straightened up to take it. "That's vodka."

"Best thing against bacteria from bad food multiplying in your stomach," she said with a shrug. "Mom always makes us drink it on trips to faraway countries, where the cuisine is too different. Shot of this in the evening, and you spare yourself all the stomach trouble."

Isaiah snorted, clearing the glass and shuddering at the taste.

Seline put the tray with glass of water, herbal drops, a steaming cup of mint tea and a bowl, just in case, onto the nightstand next to the black haired wolf.

"Okay, anything else you want to try? The tea or the drops?"

Isaiah curled back up on the bed. "I don't feel good. Could just hold me?" His cheeks actually went a little pink, the colour more visible against the sickly pastiness.

Seline couldn't help the smile. She changed into fresh fresh shirt and legins, resuming her position in bed. Isaiah curled up against her, his hair reached just under her chin.

Something about the physical closeness was melting her insides. No, things were very different now. Grateful relief spread over her, her skin singing at having his body this close, so in need of her comfort and touch. The best cure for her.

Felicity and her ended up fighting over the research topics of Seline's first published article. The project should was aimed to be published at the professor's online magazine and Felicity, Via and Cami insisted she should write something about the witches. The cause. That witches shouldn't be forced to work or pay taxes. That since their calling was the pack, calming the shadows, they shouldn't be expected to work like normal people.

Seline looked at Felicity's gaming from sunrise to sunset. At Cami's constant complaining of a terrible dark world, prejudices on every step, wearing the darkest glasses she could. At Via's depressive episodes, insomnia, her diaries turning all around which pack would finally choose her, how she would find the perfect wolf partner to take care of her and her hobbies. Her Saint witch hobbies, that should be celebrated, because they were worthy of celebration and concessions.

Just for existing.

And they insisted Seline of all people should write it.

Didn't have the patience for actually finishing your degrees, did you? Too busy playing games and crisizing everything you came across on the sidewalk.

Seline didn't realize how much she had come to resent that notion. That she had tolerated their differences, out of love, out of friendship. Out of unspoken agreement that they would not force each other's opinions on each other or push or try to convince the other of "their truths". Cause there was no one true, the universal truth. There were only angles of issues, different often contradicting perspectives that could exist at the same time.

Were they the whole time just tolerating each other instead of being accepting?

Was the respect not mutual? Or will friendships simply not work out, when the differences run too deep?

Was it a mistake in the attitude or in the people? Did they handle it wrong?

Or did Seline simply care more than they did?

That had been somehow the last drop. Seline refused to write about the witch cause. When Cami pushed, when Via pushed...when Felicity joined, as if expecting Seline to give in to her.

She send her "scientific" articles that attempted to explain how brainwashed Seline was by the system to not want to work for her own "kind".

Seline laughed at how contradictory, unclear and plainly unscientific the whole article was. She couldn't help it, somewhere between hysterics, hurt and the need to stand up for this. To try to explain that their way of life, their passive waiting for wolves to choose them, to play video games all day while you celebrate and comment on the internet, organise protests and force others to write about you felt very much like a completely and utter waste of time to her. Couldn't they see it too? Shouldn't they change their minds, if they think they can demand, censur and order her to write about such things?

There was certain catharsis and relief and saying those things. In finally voicing what had been slowly eating at her, bite by bite with every interaction, open book, at the sight of the video console and fast food on the table.

And she kind of hoped their friendship, their care, that they would give the effort to understand, to come to a standstill. That they could resolve this, clear the air. Survive such a fight.

Instead that was the end.

Felicity told her that was the last minus point for her. That it had been adding up too much, that they simply don't work out.

Seline had no idea what the other minus points were. She was biting her tongue so much as it was, trying to understand. Their perspective was different, they were from pack families, with witches for mothers and aunts and grandmothers. Who had fought for independence and right treatement, who had been caged and enslaved and hunted by wolves who wanted them for as magical calming batteries and not as human beings.

There was history of abuse and injustice that Seline wasn't part of. Wrath she had no one to inherit from.

That day, Seline told them that all they achieved was that she would never ever write anything for them. That she would leave even if she wasn't kicked out. She basically spat the words in their faces. There. Try to write it on your own. Oh whoops. You would have to actually achieve something first, not just exist.

She managed to answer in the moment. She cried only on the way home. And then back in her bad. And for a few months after. Not being able to think of it without breaking down. Locking it up in her heart, so she could move on and focus on other things.

Promising to herself she would never get involved with any wolf or witchy causes again.

Even after all that time, she felt a tear running down her cheek. Pressed against Isaiah like that, his bloated painful stomach against hers.

She didn't make a sound or move to wipe the tear away.

Isaiah still lifted his head with a quizzical expression. Still so pasty, nearly green. But he still looked at her. Still made the effort.

She shook her head, not being able to speak. A strained smile on her lips, her reaction when nervous.

His hand went into her hair, carding through it. He wiped the tear track with his thumb.

He didn't ask. They never asked questions, only waited until the other wanted to talk.

Seline tighted her grip and he immediately went back to hugging her.

Mending something deep inside.

#sickfic #angst #upset stomach #hurt/comfort #crying #whump community #whump writing #my writing #werewolf wip #Isaiah #Seline

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mamashenanigans · 7 months ago

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No-Quirks CEO AFO AU Snippet!

Wanted to do something different and try to write Kudo and Bruce interacting for the first snippet of this story.

Quick background:

1. Yoichi died right before their surrogate gave birth to their daughter, Kotomi.

2. Something happened between Kotomi and AFO(Daiki Shigaraki) three years ago that has changed her outlook on her Uncle. Only she and Kudo know as her father doesn’t want to reveal such sensitive information about his brother-in-law, regardless of how much he may hate him.

3. Yoichi’s last words to Kudo before his death, along with a video will, are important to Kudo even if some of it does involve his brother-in-law.

4. AFO is incredibly rich and the CEO of All for One Industries. He became a recluse after Yoichi’s death and hardly leaves his skyscraper where both his business and living quarters are. His business ambitions became far darker after the death of his only moral compass. Kotomi took on her dad’s role of trying to persuade AFO concerning his business dealings. She’s actually been quite successful in the last three years, but doesn’t talk about it much unless cornered by her father’s old teammates.

5. The One for All Operation was created by whistleblowers, law enforcement, and others to try and finally have AFO pay for his crimes, but they’ve never been able to succeed due to AFO’s legal team and ability to pay anyone to do anything. Kotomi knows nothing about this.

Anyway, enjoy this little snippet. It’s a rough draft so excuse any grammar mistakes.

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“Knock, knock!” Bruce called out as he let himself into Kudo’s apartment. He let out an impressed whistle as he took in his surroundings.

“Wow, Kudo, my man! This is quite a nice place you have here!” He shouted as he moved further in following the sound of running water. He found Kudo in the kitchen at the sink, his back turned towards his friend. Bruce casually leaned on the corner of the archway and quirked a brow.

“Um, you hear me, ol’ fearless leader?”

”Yes, Bruce. I heard you before you even walked in. And that’s the reason why we preferred you at a computer most of the time.” Kudo answered nonchalantly, his back still turned.

Bruce would have chuckled if the words didn’t sound so hollow. He eyed the fancy kitchen then asked, “So, where’s Kotomi?”

Kudo turned off the faucet and turned around. “Where do you think?”

”Dear ol’ Uncle, huh?” Bruce shook his head, but couldn’t help but grimace as he caught sight of a large television on the wall of the adjourning family room.

“Speaking of which,” Bruce leveled his eyes with Kudo’s, “how’d you afford all this, Kudo?”

Kudo threw down the cloth he was using to dry his hands and turned back around. He planted his palms on the counter and growled, “I knew this was coming. I don’t want to do this right now, Bruce.”

”You promised that you wouldn’t use any of his dirty money and, damn, you haven’t since Yoichi passed, but now you’re fine with it?”

”Bruce, I lost my job-.”

”So?! You’ve changed your cover jobs more times than I can count! You got a whole new apartment! Have you really sold out like this?” Bruce breathed in heavily once he finished and gestured to the family room.

Kudo slammed his fists on the counter then spun around once more, his glare piercing through Bruce.

”I did it for Kotomi, okay! The private school here is one of the top in the country and my daughter’s too damn smart to miss out! The university here is just as prestigious! I know Yoichi would want what’s best for her too! So, yes, he offered and I accepted.”

Bruce sputtered. “Oh, an offer, huh? And what was it exactly, Kudo?”

”He offered to pay for all of it! The school, the apartment, even the university once she goes there! I couldn’t pass it up, Bruce! I was tired of watching her potential be wasted! She can do so much for this world, like Yoichi wanted to himself…”

Bruce closed his eyes as his thoughts wandered to his old friend. Yoichi was one of those dreamers that always wanted to do good in the world. Even though he knew his brother’s business had morphed into something dangerous, the man could never take his twin out of his life. Daiki had always been a shadow in the background of their friend group’s relationship. For a good while, many of the One for All Operation members were wary of him, convinced he must be a spy. Yoichi wasn’t, but he also never committed entirely to the cause. He was truly stuck between a rock and a hard place: he hated what his brother’s company was becoming, but still believed he could change him. Or, at the very least, guide those predatory eyes to something less evil…if only for a moment.

“Since you won’t just fucking say it, Kudo, what’s the catch? Aye? What did he want?”

Kudo finally broke eye contact and looked away.

“Pfft, it has to do with Kotomi, right?”

”Yes!” Kudo yelled. Bruce took a step back and shook his head.

”So, what? Are you forcing her to visit him now? That poor girl—”

”She wants to go,” Kudo whispered and Bruce barely heard it.

“Excuse me? Wants to go? You’re joking right? Who wants to be around that asshole?”

”She does! I’m not making her do anything and that’s…that’s the hard part, Bruce!” Kudo finally left his vigil over the sink and sat himself down at the kitchen table. He grabbed his head in his hands. “She’s been more than willing for the last three years to see him. It was harder when we lived farther away. It became harder and harder to deny his limos that came to pick her up, to turn away the delivery men with gifts, and keep her from running off to ride some derelict train to the city. This…this works for her and for him.”

Bruce scoffed. “Does it work for you, Kudo?”

“It does if Kotomi is happy and able to have the best education possible.”

”Dude, you know that’s not what I’m asking.”

”And that shows you aren’t a parent.”

Bruce decided not to detonate that bomb and moved on. “So, what? She visits him more often now? That’s all he wanted?”

”Often isn’t quite the right word,” Kudo bit out. Bruce tilted his head in question, so Kudo continued. “He…he has her spend the night a lot. Like…a week at a time. Her, uh, her school is pretty close, so…”

”Are you joking?! Are you guys sharing custody or something?”

Kudo was out of his chair faster than Bruce could react and was now in his friend’s face.

“Don’t you ever say that again!”

”Why? Did it strike a nerve?”

”GET OUT!” Kudo roared and Bruce was smart enough to obey.

As he backpedaled towards the front door, he couldn’t help but call back, “Our team has been working for DECADES to get that man behind bars! I know Yoichi wasn’t aware of all of our plans, but are you sure he would want this?”

Bruce slammed the door as he exited leaving Kudo to stand alone in the hallway of his new home. He clenched his fists and looked at the floor, tears held back just barely.

”Yes,” he whispered only to himself, “I know he would and that’s why it hurts.”

#all for one #afo #yoichi shigaraki #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha afo #bnha yoichi #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction #mha au #Bnha au #my writing #mha kudo #bnha kudou #mha Bruce #Bnha Bruce #my fanfiction #ceo AFO

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natty-light-of-my-life · 2 years ago

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you are three one four me (pi day special)

summary: mechanic!reader celebrates pi day with their girlfriend in an unexpected way.

happy pi day, nerds!

The first thing you learn as a mechanic, often the hard way, is that the best designs keep it simple. The less complex a machine is, the fewer potential failure points they create. When you see contraptions with too many fittings, too few access points, and way too many dumb features, you know to stay far, far away. Well, you tried your best, anyways.

Working for Tony Stark, you’ve learned (often the hard way), is nauseatingly, annoyingly complex. The man was a genius. Weapons. Flight suits. He understood those concepts better than any other person on Earth, you’d reckon. You would trust Tony with your life on the battlefield.

But not in the kitchen. Never again.

Friday, bless her soul, could control all the appliances in the kitchen, thanks to Tony’s integration of the AI with the Avengers compound. The AI could control the humidity of the room to a tenth of a percent. She could start running the faucet and fill the sink up with soapy water. She could place an order for the carton of eggs that you forgot to buy at the grocery store. It was great!

Except.

Except, sometimes, Friday would misinterpret a request. After all, a computer was only as smart as the programmer. And Tony, brilliant Tony, did not spend much time in the kitchen.

Which leads you to the current moment. The fire alarm screeched throughout the compound as you ran out into the hallway. The emergency lights flashed, refracting among the hazy, smoke-filled air. You ran towards the kitchen, where the smoke seemed to be heaviest, grabbing the red fire extinguisher from the wall. The floors were already damp, so you assumed that the sprinklers had been triggered. The smoke, however, had not stopped.

You spun around the kitchen, trying to locate the source of the smoke plume. Your eyes widened as you found the flames. The oven was on fire. A big fire at that. You knew the kitchen was all electric, so no natural gas, thank goodness. But still, the oven had somehow caught on fire while you were downstairs in the garage. You saw a bottle of wine broken on the counter, and next to that, a large grease fire where a jar of cooking oil was usually kept.

If you weren’t drowning in smoke and coughing, you would have let out a string of expletives. Something your meemaw would not approve of and would make Steve blush. You coughed violently again before covering your nose and mouth with your shirt. You lifted the fire extinguisher and quickly turned towards the oven. Yanking the pin out, you took the nozzle and aimed quickly at the base of the fire. Squeezing the trigger, you generously doused the fire in a side-to-side motion. The smoke aggravated your throat and your eyes started tearing up from the heat. Of course, today would be the day when you were alone in the compound. Everyone else was at brunch. Whereas you were about to be turned into brunch. Toast. Char-broiled. Maybe they would serve you with a mimosa.

Eventually, you got the fire under control. With one last squeeze of the fire extinguisher, you snuffed out the last of the flames. You took a second to cough again and try to clear your watery eyes before you marched over to the patio doors. You jerked the glass door wide open, pausing to make sure they stayed in their position. Once you were satisfied that you had done everything you could, you went back to your room, grabbed your phone, and walked away.

Not five minutes later, the sound of an approaching vehicle caught your attention. You were sitting on a bench outside the compound, trying to get fresh air into your lungs. It was working, but unfortunately your clothes had not fared as well. You were covered in soot and water and fire extinguisher chemicals.

When the van arrived carrying Earth’s Mightiest Heroes skidded to a halt in front of you, the first thing you noticed was a blur of red hair engulfing your vision. She had jumped, out of a moving vehicle, mind you, and grabbed you by your shoulders. You stood still and gave her a little smile.

“I’m fine, Nat.”

She glared skeptically at you, “your voice sounds a little hoarse. I don’t know about that.”

Leaning down, you gave her a big, tight hug, “Don’t worry. Still at full strength, see?”. She grunted in annoyance, but you could hear the relieved sigh she let out. Her arms tightened around you.

“Glad to see you’re alive, MacGyver,” greeted Tony. You pulled away from your girlfriend.

“No thanks to you, Tin Man.”

“Me?” Tony gasped, “what did I do?”

You gestured to the building behind you. “Your kitchen caught fire, that’s what. And you didn’t equip your sprinklers to handle grease fires.”

Everyone headed upstairs as you explained what happened, and Tony’s face scrunched up in confusion.

“But why was the oven on in the first place?”

“No clue, Tony,” you shrugged, “I was in the garage all morning fixing Natasha’s bike. That she broke. Again.”

Nat chuckled, “Not my fault that those guys were shooting at me.”

“Um no,” Clint chimed in, “It was at least one-hundred and twenty percent your fault.”

The Black Widow shrugged, “Occupational hazard.”

“I’m so sorry, guys, it’s my fault this happened!”

Everyone turned to Wanda, who shuffled in place and turned guiltily in your direction, “I’m sorry,” she repeated.

“Uh,” you started, “no worries. The bike is fine! And we caught the bad guys last week!”

“No,” she shook her head, looking down at her feet, “the fire. I think it’s my fault. Before we left the restaurant, I told Friday to preheat the oven to three-fifty.”

You scratched your neck, confused, “that’s nothing abnormal. Did you have anything in the oven? I didn’t check.”

Wanda shook her head, “No. I had a pie in the freezer that I was going to bake when we came back. But I needed the oven to preheat first, so I told Friday to turn the oven on while we were at brunch.”

“I don’t see how a three-hundred and fifty degree oven could cause all that trouble,” frowned Bruce.

You pointed to the spilled wine and jar of cooking oil. “I think it was just smoke at first, but then the sprinklers came on and the water knocked over the bottle of wine,” your index finger trailed a path from the broken bottle on the counter to the oil, “The alcohol probably ignited, and the sparks lept to the cooking oil. I reckon that’s what happened.”

Bruce nodded, “Sure. But what caused the smoke in the first place? Wanda set the oven to a perfectly normal operating temperature. I don’t see why it would start smoking like that.”

You shrugged.

“Wanda, what did you tell Friday to do, exactly?” Tony asked, trepidation lacing his tone. You glanced over at him curiously.

“I sent a text,” Wanda responded, pulling out her phone and reading her latest message, “‘Friday, please set the oven to 350’”.

“Ah shit,” Tony sighed, bringing his hand to his face.

Natasha raised an eyebrow at the man, “Share with the class, Stark.”

Tony chuckled nervously, “Don’t get mad buuuut I may have set up Friday in metric units.”

You let out an exasperated breath, “Tony….”

“Totally not your fault, Witchy! But you maaay have accidentally set the oven to three-fifty degrees celsius.”

Clint frowned, “Doesn’t water boil at a hundred degrees celsius?”

You pat the man on the back, “Yup. Tony’s dumb and American, but he made his AI smart and European. The oven was set to approximately six hundred degrees fahrenheit.”

Natasha flicked Tony’s forehead in retaliation. But soon, a thought crossed your mind and you perked up, “Wait, does that mean there is still pie in the freezer?!?”

….3.14159265359….

It turned out that Natasha heard about your affinity for the fourteenth day of March, a.k.a Pi Day. As a science nerd in school, you near-religiously celebrated the holiday with all sorts of circle-shaped foods like cookies and pie. She thought it was cute, and wanted to make your first Pi Day together memorable. So she enlisted the help of Wanda to bake your favorite pecan pie. She and the rest of the team had used the excuse of brunch to go to your favorite restaurants for cookies, pizza, and even a shepherd's pie.

However, Tony’s programming hiccup meant that instead of a lunch filled with laughter and pie, you ended up on the floor of the kitchen, installing a new oven and repairing everything the fire destroyed.

“Babe,” Natasha said, poking your thigh with her foot, “you really don’t need to fix everything right now. Don’t you want to take a break after going through the fire?”

You mumbled, as there was a flashlight in your mouth as you laid on the floor under the cabinet, “Nuh-uh, thuh soonuh I fis this, thuh soonuh weh geth pae.”

Natasha scoffed from her perch on the other counter, “Oh sure, babe. There’s nowhere else we can get pie. It’s not like we live in one of the food capitals of the world.”

You slid out from the cabinet and removed the flashlight from your mouth, “Not meemaw’s pecan pie! There’s no way we can find a proper pecan pie up here.”

She laughed, “Meemaw would forgive you if you settled for a subpar pecan pie.”

You shook your head, putting on an exaggerated faraway look in your eye, “You haven’t met my meemaw, Natty. Don’t even mention y’alls yankee doodle pies at Christmas or we’ll have to break up. Her heart can’t take that type of betrayal.”

Natasha blushed. “Oh, I’m going to Georgia for Christmas this year?”

You stuttered, the tools in your hands knocking into each other as you sat up, “I mean yeah if you want. I assumed that. Well if –”.

The redhead laughed and leaned down to look at you, an adoring smile on her face, “I would love to go home with you for Christmas, baby.”

You beamed up at her.

She kissed the crown of your head, scrunching her nose at the cloud of smoke that lingered on your person. “But let’s survive Pi Day first, alright?”

You pulled her down from the counter and she dropped into your lap with a huff of laughter. You nodded in agreement and pulled your girlfriend into a kiss. Sweeter than pie.

#natasha x y/n #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #pi day #fluff

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generalrefurbslondon · 1 month ago

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Additionally, these accessories are made to be cleaned easily, which adds to the hygiene and cleanliness of your kitchen – an aspect that cannot be overlooked. Also, their advanced mechanisms and tools can cut down on cooking time significantly. From smart touch faucets to multipurpose slicers, the objective is clear: to make your time in the kitchen productive, enjoyable, and filled with culinary exploration.

Why Opt for Wooden Kitchen Products?

Imagine this: you're preparing a wholesome meal, and you reach out for a cutting board; it's solid, feels good to touch, and has that timeless look that only wood can provide. This isn't just a fantasy – wooden kitchen products bring this elegance and so much more to your kitchen. The charm of solid wood cannot be understated, especially in a kitchen setting. Integrating wooden kitchen products into your modern kitchen does not just exude a vintage charm but comes with a load of perks.

Wooden items are renowned for their durability and longevity. When treated right, wooden kitchen products like cutting boards, utensil holders, and spice jars can last generations. Plus, they add a warm, natural aesthetic that is difficult to replicate with any other material. They bring a piece of nature into your space, creating a cosy and inviting environment. Moreover, they are eco-friendly, supporting your drive towards sustainability. In a world where environmental consciousness is not just appreciated but necessary, using wooden accessories is a step in the right direction.

Stay Well-equipped with Wall Mounted Accessories

In the race to make the most out of every inch, wall-mounted kitchen accessories stand out as an innovative solution. Space is a precious commodity in modern-day kitchens, and these accessories help capitalize on vertical space that is often underutilized. They save counter space, making your kitchen appear more organized and clutter-free, a quality that is aesthetically pleasing, as well as functional. You can easily reach for pots, pans, or spices without having to navigate through a labyrinth of kitchenware.

Wall mounted accessories also offer easy access to commonly used items. Consider having a magnetic knife strip or a hanging utensil rack – they not only store your tools efficiently but also put them on display in a manner that is both accessible and stylish. Additionally, they add a decorative touch to your kitchen. With various designs and materials available, they can serve as an expression of your personal taste, uplifting the overall atmosphere.

Invest in High-Quality Cutlery

Every masterful meal is as good as the cutlery it is prepared and served with. High-quality cutlery undoubtedly lasts longer, resisting wear and tear and proving to be a cost-effective investment over time. But the benefits don’t stop there. It elevates your dining experience; picture the feel of a perfectly balanced knife as it slices through a tender piece of meat or the elegance of a beautifully crafted fork as it complements the table setting.

Moreover, exquisite cutlery speaks of your exquisite taste when you entertain guests. It's all about the details – the weight, the material, the finish – all contribute to that special feeling of a well-curated dining environment. When it comes to hosting, your choice of cutlery can become the subtle centrepiece that signifies sophistication and attention to detail.

Harness the Power of Advanced Cooking Tools

Embrace the marvels of technological advancements with modern cooking tools that are nothing short of a blessing for passionate cooks. These appliances, infused with the latest innovations, can drastically cut down on the time and effort required for your cooking routines. This means that you have more time to concentrate on perfecting flavors and exploring new recipes rather than being bogged down by preparatory tasks.

They speed up the cooking process with efficient energy use and often come with pre-set functions for specific dishes which ensure uniform cooking – a critical factor for tasty, well-prepared meals. Besides their operational advantages, these advanced tools are designed with user safety in mind, featuring secure locking systems, auto shut-off functions, and cool-touch exteriors. With these, cooking fast doesn't mean cooking reckless. They are intuitive, safe, and user-friendly, making them a must-have in the modern kitchen arsenal.

Reap the Benefits of Storage Units

The secret to a seamless cooking experience often lies in the art of organization. When you can locate your ingredients and utensils without a moment’s delay, cooking becomes less of a frantic scramble and more of an artful dance. Modular storage units, designed to use space effectively, are essential to achieving this level of harmony. They provide that much-needed organized storage for easy access, allowing you to find what you need when you need it, without any unnecessary hassle.

Moreover, they help maintain cleanliness and order, which is paramount in a kitchen environment. A neat kitchen clearance mentally prepares you to handle food safely and allows you to put more focus on creating rather than cleaning up clutter. With the right storage units, every spoon, knife, and jar has its place, contributing to a sense of calm and order that is pivotal for any culinary creation.

Choose Durability with Stainless Steel Accessories

Stainless steel accessories are not just about the gleam and shine they bring to your kitchen; they are about making a wise, long-term investment. They are rust-resistant and promise longevity, remaining unaffected by the humidity and wear that kitchen accessories typically go through. Also, they are a breeze when it comes to cleaning, resisting stains and odors that can compromise your kitchen’s hygiene.

The sleek, shiny finish of stainless steel brings an element of style and sophistication that echoes through the space. Be it a set of measuring spoons or a spacious sink, the visual appeal of stainless steel is undeniable. It complements any kitchen design, from the traditional to the ultra-modern, proving that these accessories are not just durable but also versatile in style.

Rethink Comfort with Modular Kitchen Furniture

Pairing comfort with style in the kitchen is a masterpiece in itself. When your kitchen furniture aligns with the modular setup, you ensure that every square inch is put to good use. Choosing furniture that seamlessly merges with your kitchen’s layout intensifies the overall functionality without compromising aesthetics. Sink into a comfortably cushioned chair at the kitchen island and you'll find that the time spent in the kitchen is not just about cooking—it's a comfortable and enjoyable part of your daily routine.

Apart from providing functional comfort, the furniture enhances the ambiance and aesthetics. Whether it be chic bar stools or an elegant dining set, the right furniture can convert your kitchen from merely a place to prepare meals to a luxurious and welcoming space where memories are made.

Embrace Innovation with Smart Gadgets

A smart kitchen is the hallmark of modern living, and the layer of convenience these gadgets bring is nothing short of transformative. These smart gadgets, from programmable coffee machines to voice-activated ovens, not only enhance productivity and efficiency but also pave the way for a more eco-friendly lifestyle through energy-saving features.

Moreover, they are designed with user-friendly interfaces, which means that they are intuitive to use, making cooking less of a chore and more of a delight. The seamless integration with other smart home devices adds another layer of convenience, allowing you to manage your kitchen appliances with a single tap on your smartphone or a simple voice command. Innovations like these redefine what's possible in the kitchen and open up new horizons for culinary expression.

Remember, cooking is not just about putting food on the table; it's about the joy of creating, the excitement of experimentation, and the warmth of sharing. Modular kitchen accessories facilitate all these aspects, turning the kitchen into a sanctuary of culinary delight. Whether you're a busy professional seeking efficiency or a passionate home cook looking for elegance and convenience, modular kitchen accessories cater to all your needs. So why wait? Dive into the world of kitchen transformation and let these accessories be your ally in the culinary adventure that awaits.

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roboticchibitan · 2 years ago

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I think "almost done" is the most useful phrase I ever taught Tina. A lot of the things I trained into her weren't on purpose. But she knows "my turn," "your turn," and "almost done" from the way I trained her to (begrudgingly) let me brush her. When she was younger, and honestly a volatile cat to a degree, I did a lot of respecting her boundaries while still trying to get her to accept certain things. She's very food motivated, and also very smart, so she figured out what I was trying to communicate pretty quickly. And now that she's calmer and more trusting, I can do things like wipe gunk off her face or clip her nails, and while I'll respect if she absolutely says "no" to those things, if I say "almost done," often she will stop resisting for a second so I can finish what I'm doing.

When she was young I never really tried to train her, because she was very bitey and angry, and I was doing my best to just respect her boundaries and gain her trust. And now, she's a lot calmer and she trusts her people to handle her paws and clip her nails (even if she doesn't like it and sometimes says "absolutely not" and we respect that) and pick her up, among other things.

It just makes me happy that the cat I saw at the pet store, that I just knew needed my help because her demeanor seemed clear that she had given up on life (found out immediately after adopting her that she was seriously ill with an eye infection in both eyes, worms, and kennel cough so bad the vet thought she had leukemia), is now a happy kitty who bosses everyone around and sometimes throws people out of the kitchen (which is soooo funny to watch lmao). She still bites occasionally but we've done a lot of work to teach her to show her boundaries in less violent ways, and we've had a lot of success with that.

She's ten now, and I've had her for eight years, and she is probably the living thing I love most in the world. Because during the darkest period of my life, when she was younger and a lot more bitey, there were times the only reason I stayed in this world was because no one would love my bitchy cat as much as I did. I think we saved each other, honestly.

Alright, I'm done rambling. I just really love my cat and am very proud of how far she's come.

Obligatory cat photo

(She likes to play under/drink out of the leaky tub faucet because she's a person too, you know, so she should take showers like the rest of us)

#tina

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xoxopandapanda · 2 years ago

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Edwin Week 2022: Day 6: Secrets

@503week

(Two in one day because they were both half written)

Day 1 Day 2 Day 3 Day 4 Day 5

Characters: Edward Elric, Winry Rockbell, Alphonse Elric

Fanfiction

AO3

Despite what his behavior might indicate, Edward Elric had never been very good at keeping secrets. He was much more likely to just admit to something than try to weave an intricate tale to avoid conversations. He often operated under the assumption that if he knew it, other people must also know it, since it was so obvious to him.

As children, Al and Winry would often be the ones to pinky-promise or hide things from adults, quick to conspire or build elaborate stories to avoid having to spill their own secrets. They were the ones awake at night, whispering and giggling stories or made up tales to each other, while Ed slept like a log, ignorant of whatever conspiracy was developing between his brother and best friend.

So good at keeping to their chest any details or plots, that Winry and Alphonse would never actually tell Ed what they had done even if he was well wrapped up into it and its consequences.

The first time Ed experienced this was when he was left standing in front of a sopping wet Granny, hands on her hips and rage burning in her eyes.

“Don’t give me that crap, Edward. You’re the only one smart enough to have rigged the sink to spray right at my face level.”

Ed’s mouth was agape and he wavered where he stood. He had walked into the kitchen right as the mentioned offense happened, the water pressure being strong enough to knock Granny’s glasses right off of her face and knock her backwards.

Ed squirmed under the stern gaze of the older woman. “I’m serious Granny. I had nothing to do with it.”

A finger whipped up into his face, accusations flying behind it. “So you just happened to walk in when I got hit with a water jet?!”

Ed nodded. “I just wanted a snack. I didn’t know that would happen. It could have happened to me!”

“Which is exactly how I know it was you. You are the same height as me and would have used that to develop the angle for the water.”

“No!”

“Yes, you little shrimp. And don’t you blame this on anyone else. You’re the only genius in this house who could have done something to my faucet. Now fix it!”

Ed continued his griping and whining as he spent the rest of his beautiful summer afternoon fixing a faucet he most definitely didn’t mess with in the first place. He didn’t know much about faucets to begin with, and this one wasn’t a simple band trick around the spout. He had to go get tools to pull out a specialized curved rock that had been shoved up it to achieve the perfect face spray.

He was so caught up in the indignation that he was being blamed for the whole incident that he never once thought to consider who might have done it. That ‘who’ being another alchemist and mechanic duo with little fingers but crafty minds.

At dinner the agreement between Ed and Granny continued, causing the two of them to miss the exchanged sheepish looks shared between the actual pranksters.

The whole faucet occurrence was forgotten soon after, the attempted human transmutation taking forefront in their lives and overshadowing any memory of small spats such as that.

Promise day came and went, bringing with it the aftermath of fixing past mistakes and leaving a future uncertain. Ed and Al moved back in with Granny and Winry, working on rehabilitating their bodies and readjusting their minds to civilian life.

Ed had always been so busy and caught up in his tasks while working as a state alchemist that he had all together lost his ability to just evade answering questions.

Was it a byproduct of being forced to answer to higher ups? Or was it just his unwillingness to put brain power into weaving a lie or vaguely answering when he had better things to think about, like all things alchemy? The world may never know.

“Ed!” Winry had shouted at him in disbelief one day when they were walking back from town with groceries in hand. “The least you could have done is lie!”

“Why?!” Ed was flustered and annoyed at being in trouble. “They asked for my opinion and I gave it!”

“You all but told them their design was garbage. Didn’t you see how dejected they looked after that!”

Ed worked his jaw, trying to come up with a retort. He didn’t have one so he just repeated himself. “They wanted to know what I thought.”

Winry huffed loudly, snapping her head to look straight ahead, so angry at his previous behavior and current response. “They are kids, Ed! They look up to and want to be an alchemist just like you. You could have told them what they did right with the circle thing instead of pointing out the lines weren’t sharp.”

“If they aren’t crisp and clean it doesn’t work. It’ll help them in the long run to know things like that!”

“Not everyone is as good as you are with learning. Sometimes focusing on the good helps people more. Even if it has to be a lie at the moment.”

Ed felt bewildered. Winry had stop shouting at him and was now just annoyed in her tone. The walk home was long with the silence that has fallen between them. Ed stopped at the stoop, wanting to say something to Winry, but she spoke first.

“You know, that is why Al and I never included you in our pranks as kids.”

Ed’s eyes shot up to hers, looking down at him from the door way. “What?”

“You can’t ever tell a fib or keep a secret if asked directly. We knew you would indirectly rat us out to adults, so we just didn’t tell you anything. That way you couldn’t get us in trouble.”

All the times Ed had been scolded by adults for the weird happenings as a kid came flooding back into his mind. The school teacher being upset with him for messing up the composition of her chalk. The farmer down the road mad that the fence’s hinges were too tight and he couldn’t open it. The store clerk chasing him down for the soda fountain rupturing from the excessive pressure on the carbonated water canisters.

Granny making him fix the faucet.

Ed reeled back on his heels. He couldn’t believe what was just revealed to him. All those times he was blamed by adults for the shenanigans going on, and it was the always ‘innocent’ Al and Winry at the center of it.

Winry shot him a look that clearly said, “What’s your problem?”, and he was shot out of his internal reeling to drop the basket of groceries, causing a loud “The hell, shrimp?” from granny, and flew his right hand up to point with rage at the woman in front of him.

“IT WAS ALL YOUR DOING?”

Winry, clearly unaware of what caused the outburst and unamused by his action of dropping the produce, rolled her eyes at him before turning around to enter the house. Ed didn’t pick up the forgotten potatoes, broccoli, apples, and other foods, choosing instead to be hot on Winry’s heels into the house. Granny would later pick it all up while muttering about how useless Ed was. Ed’s focus was elsewhere – getting to the bottom of this apparent life-long secret of keeping him out of the loop.

#edwin #edwin week #edwin week 2022 #fma #fmab #fullmetal alchimist brotherhood #otp: equivalent exchange #panda writes

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avyukta01 · 1 year ago

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An Interior Designing Starting Guide- Avyukta Handbook

Some common questions we all have while working on a project. Avyukta is here to help you with answers for them.

What is the best color scheme for a small living room?

Light and neutral colors, such as whites, pastels, and soft grays, can help create a sense of openness and make the room appear larger. Avoid using dark or bold colors as they can make the space feel more cramped.

How to create a cohesive and balanced look in a bedroom?

Choose a consistent color palette and stick to it throughout the room. Use complementary patterns and textures to add visual interest without overwhelming the space. Make sure furniture and accessories are appropriately scaled and balanced in the room.

What are some tips for maximizing storage in a small kitchen?

Utilize vertical space by installing wall-mounted shelves or cabinets. Use organizers and dividers in drawers and cabinets to maximize storage efficiency. Consider utilizing the space above cabinets or using hanging racks for pots and pans.

How do to choose the right lighting fixtures for different rooms?

Consider the purpose of the room and the desired ambiance. For task lighting, such as in kitchens or home offices, opt for brighter, focused lighting. For ambient or mood lighting, choose fixtures that provide a softer, diffused glow. Combine different types of lighting, such as overhead lights, floor lamps, and table lamps, to create layers of light in a room.

What are the latest trends in bathroom design?

Some popular bathroom design trends include using natural materials like stone and wood, incorporating smart features like digital showers and touchless faucets, embracing bold and vibrant wallpaper or tile patterns, and creating spa-like atmospheres with features like freestanding bathtubs and rainfall showerheads.

How can one make home offices more functional and aesthetically pleasing?

Choose a comfortable and ergonomic desk chair and set up proper lighting for task-oriented work. Declutter the space and invest in storage solutions like shelves or file cabinets. Add personal touches and decor that inspire productivity and reflect your style.

What are some creative ways to incorporate artwork into home decor?

Create a gallery wall with a mix of framed artwork, photographs, and other decorative pieces. Use floating shelves or picture ledges to display artwork. Consider using oversized or statement pieces as focal points in a room. Experiment with different arrangements and heights to create visual interest.

How to create a welcoming and inviting entryway?

Ensure proper lighting to create a warm and inviting atmosphere. Incorporate a focal point such as an artwork, mirror, or decorative piece. Add functional elements like a console table or bench for storage and a place to sit. Use a rug or runner to define the space and add texture.

What are the key elements to consider when designing an open floor plan?

Establish zones or areas within the open space using furniture placement, rugs, or different flooring materials. Ensure visual harmony and consistency in color palette and style throughout the space. Consider using furniture with open or low profiles to maintain a sense of openness.

How to choose the right furniture and accessories to fit one's style and space?

Start by determining your desired style, whether it's modern, traditional, minimalist, or eclectic. Measure your space and consider the scale and proportion of furniture to ensure it fits properly. Choose furniture and accessories that complement the overall aesthetic and color scheme of the room. Don't forget to consider functionality and your specific needs.

We hope these answers help you with your interior design endeavors! Visit avyukta.com for further help and to find the perfect fittings for all your visions.

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regalokitchen8130 · 2 days ago

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140+ Modular Kitchen Design Ideas

Source of Info:https://www.regalokitchens.com/blog/140+modular-kitchen-design-ideas

Introduction

Adding the best choices from modular kitchen design to your house is a really great idea to bring together reliability, style, and charm, and it goes beyond basic usability. You can turn your kitchen workspace into a fun and functional comfort with these 140+ design ideas. Customizable kitchen remodeling solutions designed to suit your unique requirements and interests are our specialty at Regalo Kitchens. Now let's explore a thorough guide to help you plan your next kitchen renovation.

1. Color-Centric Kitchen Design Ideas

Your modular kitchen design may look completely different with a pop of color. Here are a few popular concepts:

• Bold and Vibrant: Vibrant reds, yellows, or blues in glossy finishes may add freshness.

• Muted Elegance: For a calming atmosphere, choose colors that are soft like powder blue or mint green.

• Dual-Tone Designs: For a stylish effect, choose supporting colors like beige and blue or black and white.

2. Space-Saving Modular Kitchen Design

Modern homes may have little room. For making the best use of every inches, these designs are perfect:

• Straight Kitchens: Cabinets and appliances fit together in a single row, making it perfect for small spaces.

• L-Shaped Layouts: Make use of the corners while maintaining an open, spacious feeling.

• Pull-Out Storage: For simple access to materials and tools, use stylish pull-out drawers.

3. Material-Based Kitchen Structures

The durability and beauty of the kitchen is greatly affected by the materials chosen:

• Wooden Kitchens: Warm and evergreen, perfect for classic modular kitchen design.

• Glass Elements: Use glass panels and shutters to add richness.

• Acrylic and Laminate Finishes: Provide a smooth, stylish appearance while maintaining durability.

4. Thematic Modern Spaces

Decide on a theme to give your kitchen personality:

• Rustic Charm: Make use of open shelves, weathered wood, and antique decoration.

• Minimalist Magic: Stick to clean lines, pastel colors, and countertops clear of waste.

• Industrial Appeal: Add metal fixtures, brick walls, and exposed pipes.

5. Innovative Storage Solutions

Efficient storage is at the heart of every modular kitchen design. Explore:

• Corner Units: Make use of corner areas with magic corner or rotating technologies.

• Tall Cabinets: Keep appliances and big goods organized.

• Drawer Dividers: Effectively arrange small items and cutlery.

6. Tech-Integrated Kitchens

Kitchen design has changed dramatically due to the development of smart technology:

• Smart Appliances: Include Wi-Fi-enabled ovens, refrigerators, and dishwashers.

• Under-Cabinet Lighting: Install LED lights for better visibility and looks.

• Touchless Faucets: Add convenience and hygiene to your workspace.

7. Island Kitchens

Island kitchens provide both design and usefulness for bigger areas:

• Cooking Islands: Include a hob and chimney for centralized meal preparation.

• Multi-Purpose Islands: Combine storage, seating, and preparation areas.

• Decorative Elements: Use pendant lights or statement countertops to improve the island’s appeal.

8. Customized Modular Kitchen Design

Our specialty at Regalo Kitchens is personalization. We customize solutions for you in the following ways:

• Ergonomic Designs: Make sure it is accessible and easy to move around.

• Personalized Storage: Add compartments and organizers based on your cooking habits.

• Unique Finishes: Choose from a range of textures, patterns, and materials.

9. Eco-Friendly Modular Designs

An increasingly popular concept in modular kitchen design is the environment responsibility:

• Recycled Materials: Choose cabinets made out of recyclable metal or recycled wood.

• Energy-Efficient Appliances: Choose appliances with high energy ratings.

• Natural Lighting: Reduce the need for artificial light by using skylights and wide windows.

10. Open Concept Kitchens

Open kitchens and living areas go well perfectly:

• Extended Counters: Make a breakfast table or eating area out of the counter.

• Floating Shelves: While offering storage, keep the space feeling open.

• Decor Harmony: Make sure the color scheme in the kitchen fits in with the surrounding spaces.

11. Lighting Ideas for Modular Kitchen Design

Lighting could improve how things feel in the modular kitchen design areas:

• Task Lighting: Install lights under the cabinets for focussed lighting.

• Ambient Lighting: For a warm and inviting environment, use ceiling lights.

• Accent Lighting: Focus specific areas, such as beautiful worktops or glass cabinets.

12. Backsplashes That Impress

Counters provide a decorative as well as practical purpose:

• Tile Patterns: Try using geometric or Moroccan tiles.

• Mirror Finishes: Reflect light to give a feeling that the kitchen is larger.

• Metallic Touches: For a more modern look, use stainless steel or copper.

13. Compact Appliances for Small Kitchens

Small yet effective equipment has advantages for small kitchens:

• Built-In Ovens: Maintain functionality while saving counter space.

• Slim Refrigerators: Fit neatly into small spaces.

• Foldable Dining Tables: Increase ability to adjust without taking up permanent space.

14. Modern Kitchen Accessories

Accessories can improve appearance and functionality:

• Chimneys and Hobs: Creates a smoke-free cooking experience.

• Dish Racks: Make sure all of your tools are accessible and well-organized.

• Spice Racks: For convenience, install pull-out spice organizers.

Your Dream Kitchen Awaits!

Everyone can find something they like from the more than 140+ modular kitchen design concepts available. Regalo Kitchens is a trustworthy source whether you're searching for small improvements or a full makeover. Our knowledge in kitchen design guarantees that the area where you cook provides maximum functionality while representing your creativity and passion.

Conclusion

There is no limit to how you can mix beauty and usefulness in your cooking area with these 140+ modular kitchen design ideas. Regalo Kitchen specializes in creating solutions that are customized depending on the customers requirements and desires in order to accomplish the kitchen of your dreams. We make sure every kitchen is an achievement of beauty, from innovative layouts to eco-friendly choices. Allow us to help you in creating a kitchen that really inspires.

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