#CONTRACTOR FILL THE BATHS

[levisrations]

Tw: none? Pure fluff. Modern Levi. Gn reader

Why am i thinking about you and Levi buying a home together, it’s old and needs a lot of love. So you both blow through your savings to make your dream house. You both start taking things out and down yourselves before you get to more complicated parts and that’s when you hire professionals to keep things going. You both spend HOURS and late nights planning everything, meeting with your contractors to tell them your vision to see if it’s possible.

Then when everything is rebuilt and refurbished the more exciting part begins and that’s ordering furniture and appliances. You both already had an idea of keeping things looking like the house was meant to since you both hate modern houses and white beige gray colors. Your house has a brick fireplace, intricate designs throughout the house that people just don’t do anymore. It looks like a house straight out the 1920’s but with better plumbing and electrical. And a more stable foundation.

Anyways you in particular are going nuts looking up stoves, fridges, couches, bed frames and Levi is also very much part of the decision but he lets you have a final say because of how happy you are. You’re best purchase is your classic gas stove. It has brass hardware and you’re in love. Levi loves it too. Also you get a claw foot bath tub, that’s Levis favorite thing (other than your state of the art washer and dryer WITH an agitator).

Your house feels complete. Years of saving, months of hard work, and some time sleeping and sitting on the floor and eating on trays meant to eat in front of the tv while furniture was being delivered. Oddly enough the giant L shaped couch was the one piece that took months to arrive! Levi was fed up and put his foot down and demanded it be canceled and to refund your money. But surprise that couch was then delivered in two days and got a discount. Salesman didn’t wanna lose that commission I guess.

You both created a beautiful home ready to be filled with all types of memories. Maybe you’ll start a family or maybe it will just be the two of you and your 5 cats (what a nightmare moving them in the house that car ride was filled with so much crying). Who knows what could happen in there! But you’re both 100 percent sure you’re gonna grow old in that house together.

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𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐋𝐚𝐤𝐞 - 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐈𝐧 𝐁𝐞𝐝

pairing: pre outbreak!joel miller x f!reader, one sided tommy miller x f!reader

series summary: After your grandfather’s passing, you find yourself moving into his home in Texas. You meet the Millers; Tommy, his older brother Joel and his daughter Sarah. With time, you and Tommy become close friends and Sarah visits you often. But Joel…Joel keeps his distance. The reason for this is due to one crucial fact you don’t know but he does; Tommy has a crush on you. Which means you’re off limits no matter what. But as your own feelings for Joel grow, things start to get more and more complicated.

word count: 3.5k

chapter summary: Joel takes you to a cabin for the weekend, there you propose he pay up the bet he lost to you and that the two of you should have some roleplaying fun.

warnings: prey/predator kink, chase kink, choking, dirty talk, hunter w reader being "hunted", roleplaying, knife kink, piv

a/n: fyi everything in this is consensual and even though it's not explicitly mentioned, there is a safeword in place. I like to imagine this takes place in September so there's a bit of a time jump from the original story but you can read this without getting spoiled or knowing the overall story. Enjoy, and happy Halloween! 🎃🎃🎃

You’re speechless. The world that surrounds you is an autumn dream that stretches vast in front of you. Joel holds your hand tight. Both of you slightly damp from sweat, both of you exhausted from the trip here. Green pine trees surround the crystal clear lake, a small wooden pier making way towards the water. And just a bit further from all of it is a tiny cabin, nestled under the gorgeous red and green of the sweetgum trees. Your heart soars. You imagine the brush strokes you would do to mimic the texture of the nature surrounding you, a gorgeous tapestry of a world untouched except for the small tiny cabin.

After practically drooling over the scenery before you, you turn to Joel. Heat crawling up from your neck to your cheeks when you realize he’s staring at you instead. He alone halts the breath in your lungs as he suddenly leans, his chapped lips touching the warmth of your cheek. 

“How did you even manage to rent this place?” you ask, breathless due to the touch of skin. 

“Someone owed me a favor,” he grins, leading you down the small hill of fading grass. 

“I wasn’t aware contractors had so much leverage.” 

“Oh, you have no idea darlin’.”

You want to bathe under the smooth rumble of his drawl. His voice is like coffee, warm and rich. A shudder crawls up your spine, stroking the base of your neck. A burst of heat spreads between your legs, your panties suddenly slick and sticking to your skin. You watch intently as Joel unlocks the door and guides you inside with his hand on the back of your neck. Another shudder. This time accompanied by your mouth watering. It’s been a while since you two had some alone time. Between helping Sarah adjust to the new school year and the Miller brother’s busy work schedule, it was hard to snag some time for yourselves. 

“You’re gonna burn holes into my skin if you stare any harder.” You jump, the interior of the cabin suddenly bright and vivid. Joel smiles lazily before dropping the bags to the floor, a tiny cloud of dust swirls in the air. “Care to spare what it is you’re thinkin’ so hard about?” 

“Wouldn't you like to know,” you mimic his movements and drop your own, less heavy bag, to the floor. You laugh when he frowns. 

“I would actually. I would very much like to know.” 

He steps forward, crowding you until your back meets the tender wall of the cabin. It creaks. Joel’s hands find your waist and pull you until you’re flushed against him, his scent thick with sweat and pine fills your nostrils. Briefly, you close your eyes and breathe. He fills your lungs, you desperately want to keep him there, keep his delicious scent within you until the day you die. 

“You gonna make me ask again?” his voice drops, something dark and curious lingering in his tone. A tingle makes home at the small of your back. You want to chase that darkness, follow it until he snaps. With a swallow you raise your chin, eyes shimmering with delight. His gaze hardens. His worn jeans hide nothing as he grinds his thickening cock over the soft flesh of your stomach. A soft moan escapes your lips and he smiles. “Why are you bein’ a brat all of a sudden? And here I thought how good you’d be because I brought you here.” 

Your head falls back with a loud thud, his short moment of worry makes your heart melt. 

“Remember our little bet that I won?” you ask and he nods. “I think I want to cash in my price now.” 

Joel raises a brow, “Oh?”  he rubs himself against you once more, both of your breaths catching in your throats. “Tell me then. Don’t keep me waitin’.” 

“I want you to. . .” you gently guide your lips out of his reach as he chases them. He leans in again, grazing your lips with a tantalizing touch. Yet, with a turn, you offer only the warmth of your cheek. Your nipples tighten, arousal coils in your stomach. “Hunt me down, Mr Miller.”  

“Hunt you down?” 

You nod bashfully, wrapping your arms around his thick neck, you force his face into the crook of your neck. His labored breaths are warm against your skin. Another wave of lust washes over you when he kisses and bites the tender skin. You would’ve looked him in the eyes but anxiety still rolls dutifully in your gut. You’ve done a lot of things with him. Things you haven’t done with anyone else. However, the doubt always lingers. 

“I want to be the pretty little thing you’re obsessed with—” 

“I’m already obsessed with you.” 

His lips moving on your skin makes you stammer over your words. You breathe and swallow, trying to clear your mind. 

“I mean in a stalkerfindsoutwherehiscrushlives type of thing. If. . . if that’s alright. I’m still not sure if you’re comfortable with. . . stuff like that.” 

Joel forcefully breaks out of your hold and looks you in the eyes. The crease between his brows is deep, the corner of his lips looking downward. “I’m comfortable as long as you’re comfortable.” You’re about to object and say that’s not how that works but he cuts you off before you can. “I’ll let you know if you hit any of my limits darlin’ but for now. . . you hit none.” 

His pupils visibly dilate, the look he’s giving you shortens your breath, makes you squirm where you stand. You swallow. You want this man to ruin you in the best and worst way possible. 

“So, what exactly would you like your hunter to do?” he rasps, all you hear is gravel. Your heart stops as his fingers one by one roll around your neck. He applies gentle pressure and kisses the corner of your chin. “Tell me all the things you want me to do to you, sweetheart.”

The subtle warmth caused by the fire flickers out, replacing the lovely heat of your body with a damp chill. You curl your body until your knees nearly touch your chest. You can hear the tree leaves dancing with the wind. A stream of moonlight trickling from between the still curtains. You listen to your own breathing, to your heartbeat. You were completely alone in the small cabin. Another burst of wind blows and the wood creaks. Fear coats your tongue, your mouth suddenly very dry and your senses very much awake despite the late hour. 

Among the silence, a little click flows loudly within the cabin. Your body stills, and you hold your breath, waiting for the sound to repeat itself. 

It does. 

A creak and a groan caused by the wood. You close your eyes. Footsteps. Slow, silent, but still audible. The door to your bedroom is closed but you know it won’t stay like that for long. Closer and closer. You feel the beat of your heart in your throat. Louder. You swallow. He’s coming. He’s close. Sweat bursts from every pore of your body. 

You need to get out. 

Quickly you whip the comforter off of your shaking body and look for clothes. Not bothering to change, you throw your jacket over your shoulders and shove your feet into your boots. You quickly tie them. His steps are getting closer and you know he’s right outside the door, listening, waiting for you to jolt out the tiny bedroom so he can catch you. But you won’t make it that easy for him. You refuse to make it easy. 

The windows open with a loud click, old metal and wood alerting him as you manage to jump out. You’re clumsy and stumble forward when you land, nearly falling face-first into the moist ground, “Fuck,” you mutter, starting to run.  

Moving leaves alert the moon of your departure. A beautiful blue hue coats the long blades of grass, the lake, and the trees. The sky is reflected perfectly above the still surface of water. Sadly, you don’t have much time to admire it. 

“Come back here!” he shouts and when you turn you see him jumping out the window the same way you did. “You know I’ll catch you and when I do you’re mine!”

A pleasurable shiver crawls up your spine. He sounds so serious, his voice husky and deep and loud. Again you feel that fear of getting caught. Your fear and excitement walk hand in hand. However, you know it won’t have the same effect if you just fake it. 

So, you run. 

You dart into the forest, drawing deep breaths from your mouth, your heart beats rapidly against your ribcage. Like most things, he’s also better at the chase than you are. He’s strong, has better stamina. He’s been here before. He knows how to survive and meanwhile, you’re the type of person to scream when come across a bug. You and him are not the same. Which makes you realize that maybe this is a bit unfair. 

You also can’t ignore the way sticky arousal coats the inside of your thighs. You imagine him panting as he looks for you, sweat dripping down his temples and shirt sticking to his tanned skin—

Your lungs feel like they’re about to explode and you stop. Your body is buzzing with adrenaline. Some part of you wants to go back, to just give up but you can’t move. A mirage crawls around your throat and holds you in place. A lingering darkness. A watchful pair of eyes. 

You’ve never viewed him as dangerous, maybe you should. 

“There you are, my playful lil’ beam of sunshine.” You turn then, there’s still a decent amount of space between you but he’s not moving, only watching. As you imagined, he’s panting heavily, ragged breaths leaving his curling lips. “Found you,” he says in a slightly melodic tone. “Now come here before I lose myself in this game of yours.” 

His gray button-up hugs his shoulders and chest tightly. Every bulge of muscle is accentuated by the fabric, creating a sculpted silhouette that demands attention. The sleeves, rolled up to reveal forearms adorned with veins, hint at strength restrained but ready to be unleashed. It’s hard to see within the dark but when he slightly shifts you see it, a blade glimmering under the soft light of the moon. You swallow. 

“We’re not playing hide and seek,” you say, meeting his gaze. “This game isn’t over until you actually catch me.” 

Before you give him a chance you step forward, ready to run. 

Yet you fall. 

“Ow!” you cry, the side of your cheek scraping the dirt. You turn to your back and look down as you hold your nose. You glare at your shoes which are now untied. You open your mouth to curse but a hand is promptly shoving you down back into the dirt. Joel is fighting hard not to burst out laughing. You can see it in how he’s biting his bottom lip, the corners twitching in amusement. With his full body weight on you, it’s almost impossible to break away from him. 

“Caught you,” he teases. “Now, ain’t that easy.”

“Oh, fuck you, Joel. You know this isn’t fair—” 

The words are caught in your throat when he clicks his tongue and presses the knife against the hard shell of your throat. Your eyes widen, breath hitching, your hands find his waist and squeeze a little. 

“Don’t be a brat,” he mutters, his eyes dropping to your lips. “A deal is a deal. I catch you I fuck you. This sweet pussy is mine now.” 

His eyes search yours for a brief moment, a hint of worry, a hint of uncertainty lingering in his dark irises, “Sound good?” 

“Yes.” 

This time he can’t hide his smile. He grins broadly as his face nestles the crook of your neck, sharp knife still in place, forcing you to be careful with your movements. Joel kisses your neck, the softness of his lips repeated against your cold skin. And when he finally tears himself away from you the joyful softness is gone, leaving only in its place carnal hunger.

“Mine, mine, mine,” he kisses you over and over, sucking on your tongue and nipping at your bottom lip. You can’t breathe, the sharp end of the knife secured on your throat. “Mine,” he growls again. You feel the hard outline of his cock as he desperately ruts himself between your legs. All you can think is how dirty this is. How filthy and amazing it is for him to claim you. To devour you out in the open. He keeps chanting the same word—mine— over and over. As if you’ve awakened some kind of beast. 

Joel pulls away, the lack of his heat making gooseflesh rise in its wake. He smiles as he looks down. Your lips part. Your heart beating a mile per minute. The knife slowly deserts your throat and trails down your neckline, cutting your weathered shirt in the middle like butter. You hold your breath. With the sharp end, he teases the soft flesh of your stomach. He eyes your tits greedily, your nipples hard and aching. 

“You were runnin’ around like this?” he rasps, his tone amused. “With no bra?” 

You nod. The knife travels lower to the waistband of your sweatpants. He doesn’t cut the fabric, instead, he fixes his gaze onto yours. A look powerful enough to empty your lungs with one long breath. He leans until his lips brush against your own. 

“If I cut this off will you be bare there too?” 

The answer is no, but you’re regretting not going completely nude under your clothes now. His look is one you’ve never seen before—maybe only hints here and there—but never this unhinged, never this hungry and wanting. 

Joel places the knife right near your head.  Your eyes drop down to where he’s unbuckling his jeans, the sound is loud within the silence of the forest, and the sight makes your mouth water. You want to move up, take him between your lips, suck on his deliciously large cock until he has nothing else to give. He doesn’t allow it. With one hand, he holds you by the throat and pushes you down, his other hand disappears beneath his jeans, stroking himself. 

“I’m gonna fuck you hard, sweetheart.” The gravel in his voice scratches your ear pleasantly and your eyes flutter closed. He gives you a warning squeeze until you open them back up again. “I want you to scream for me. I want to see you writhing underneath me. I’m gonna give you everything and you’re gonna take it. Understood?” 

Tears flood your eyes, every bit of sense of the real world fading into the back of your mind. You see only him. You hear only the forest. Feel only the earth underneath your bare skin. You’ve never thought letting go would be this easy. 

He makes it easy. 

Joel is quick to undress you, tugging off your sweats along with your underwear—he, himself doesn’t undress. You don’t know why but the awareness that you’re naked and he’s not makes your skin grow even tighter. You feel the scrape of his jeans as he aligns himself with you, dark curls crown the base of his cock, a sliver of stomach showing when he pushes forward. Your body arches at the stretch and just as you attempt to take a deep inhale, his hand is back on your throat. Controlling the airflow and only allowing you enough to remain conscience. 

He slides into you easily, your body the perfect hole for him to fill. Your cunt, your thighs, the patch of earth underneath you—all of it is embarrassingly wet and it’s only getting worse with his cock filling you inch by inch. Joel lets out a loud groan when he’s completely sheathed inside. He stays still for a while, forehead dropping to meet your own, heavy breaths fall from his lips. The act falls for a moment and he kisses the tip of your nose and then your lips, the rough hairs above his lips tickling the sensitive skin. 

“You feel so fuckin’ good. Can you feel how tight you’re squeezin’ me darlin’? How excited your body is for me to fuck you until every thought is knocked from your head?” With the whimper you let out, he finally pulls his hips back, only to snap them forward without concern. Your eyes roll back, your breasts jumping from the sheer firmness of it. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ, look at you—” 

Then, just as promised, Joel fucks you hard.

Your fingers dig into the dirt, your body moving to meet the harsh strokes of his cock. He lifts both your legs and pushes them to your chest, pressing down harder, you cry out as he reaches even deeper. Your body is set on fire. “Beg,” he commands. And when you don’t, Joel pulls out, drags the head of his length over the soaked lips of your cunt. He teases your puffy clit, smiles when you shudder and shake. “Beg,” he repeats. 

“Make me come,” you cry out, almost deranged. “Fuck me—Please please please—I don’t know what else to say. . . J-Just. . . fuck me.” 

You’re still muttering, whimpering when he pushes back in, spearing you and stretching you wide. He’s pleased by your groveling and you’re thankful he is because you were on the brink of sobbing. His tongue is in your mouth as he hammers himself even deeper, you can barely think, the coarse hairs at the base of his cock are damp with slick, adding friction to your throbbing clit. 

There’s a short moment where your eyes slip and look to the side, following the shine of the moon, you see the blade. You remember how he threatened you, how the metal felt against your skin— 

He tears you apart and you shatter around him. Your body goes rigid then loose, almost simultaneously. Joel moans between gritted teeth, your body squeezing him tight so he doesn’t go. A gush of slick wets his cock and trickles down his thighs. His teeth sink into your neck, hips moving up and down without fully leaving the tight fist of your cunt. He whimpers needily into your skin, kissing and biting. 

You want to feel him inside, feel the warm drip of his spend trickling out of you when he pulls out—you want to beg him for it—tell him that you don’t care about the consequences—Before you can, he’s pulling out, his eyes wild as they search your face, his wet cock between his fist. He falls back down and squeezes the base. 

“Come here. I want your mouth on my cock right now—Want you to fuckin’ taste how good you are—” 

You scramble forward, nearly falling as your hands grip the meat of his thighs and your mouth finds the head of his cock. He doesn’t wait for you to adjust. Holding your head, he pushes you down until your nose is buried in his curls. You feel him going down your throat. You swallow constantly, trying your best not to gag. 

“Fuuuuuuuuck,” Joel’s voice echoes, shallowly thrusting into your throat. “Fuck fuck fuck—” 

His cock throbs heavily on your tongue, spilling down your throat, he keeps you still. You can barely breathe, shiny translucent tears trickling down your cheeks. There’s so much of it. Spit mixed with come trickles down the corner of your lips, his balls heavy on your chin. 

“My good fuckin’ girl,” he says within a low chuckle. Joel releases your head and you slowly pull back, you swallow once more and lick your lips. You enjoy the taste of him. “Are you a’right, sweetheart? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” 

“Not at all,” you answer, surprised at how hoarse your voice sounds. “You know I love sucking your cock.”

His eyes close and his body visibly shudders, “Jesus Christ, you’re gonna be the death of me.” You’re about to quip back but you end up shivering instead, the cold once again settling over your skin. “Here,” he says, wrapping you with his jacket. “Sorry ‘bout your shirt.”

You smile as you stand on shaky legs. He hugs you and kisses your face, fleeting kisses peppered all over your face. A soft giggle drops from your lips. Joel cradles your cheeks, thumbs moving down the apples of your cheeks, he slants his lips over yours, his tongue warm and soft as it slips into your mouth. Kissing you in earnest. 

“Was it worth cashin’ in your prize?” 

Your smile broadens. 

“It was worth every second.”

[portraitoftheoddity]

House ownership so far

I moved in at the beginning of May and it's been.... a project. This house is earning the title of my problem child, lol.

So far, I have:

Seemingly gotten rid of the mice (fingers crossed)

Discouraged the scouting carpenter ants (FUCK OFF YA LITTLE BASTARDS)

Removed soooo many spider webs. (I don't hate spiders, just don't want 'em *inside* my house thanks.)

Cleaned up a truly apocalyptic quantity of mouse poop and sterilized so many surfaces. I needed a shop vac for the basement. I still haven't cleaned out one part of the basement that I'm dreading, and need to vacuum the attic.

Replaced all the locks, which involved a chisel to get the strike plates in a place where the deadbolts would actually connect

Caulked up so many holes

Got a plumber to replace the leaky water heater valve

Got a quote for new fencing (mom got bored and came over and tore down the rotted out segments of fence and pulled up the shitty wire fence out back, which I helped her roll up.)

Replaced the stove, since the mice had colonized the old one and rendered it unusable

As of today, I have adequate water filtration so the water comes out clear and is safe to drink! And I don't have to fill up from my parents' well or the town spring.

Tore down the wallpaper in one of the upstairs rooms (now my office) and repainted the wall

Repainted the living room/dining room/front hall where the walls were scuffed to hell

Installed doorbells

Deep cleaned the most disgusting side door I've ever seen

Got an EMERGENCY plumber because the bath faucet broke and wouldn't turn off at 10 at night. X_X

Assembled a medicine cabinet, but haven't hung it up yet

Assembled a new bookcase. Because priorities.

Called the electric company about getting the rotting trees removed that are in danger of falling on THEIR power lines that run through my property (need to follow up)

Have a basement guy working on stabilizing the foundation from the inside by sealing up the crack and adding carbon fiber supports

Put down a deposit with a landscape contractor to install drainage to lessen further foundation issues from water pressure flowing down the hill I'm on

Repainted the guest bedroom, and assembled a bedframe for it

Installed hook latches for the upstairs doors whose knobs don't latch because they're 75 years old

And honestly I feel like I've barely had the chance to touch anything since I am also working full time and freelancing part time on top of that and my job is nuts right now. I have a whole color coded spreadsheet of everything I need to do. I want to repaint both bathrooms and the kitchen, I need to hang the damn medicine cabinet, I want to build a pantry cabinet in the kitchen so I can turn the front hall closet I'm using as a pantry into a hall closet, I want to set up the basement as a chill out den, and there is sooooo much work to do outside I'm trying not to freak out about it because apart from keeping the lawn mowed, I'm trying to relegate most of it to "next year's projects."

I'm so tired.

[archivallyfound09]

Something In-Between, pt. 1

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader (f), Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader (f) (no y/n)

Summary: Something old, something new- reader's stuck between two men who look damn good in Navy blue(s).

Warnings: Swearing (as per usual), drinking (at some point), potentially some suggestive situations in the future (none here). Everything I write is Mature- read at your own risk.

"Goddammit, Bradshaw," you muttered as you stretched and your bare foot fell into a puddle left on the bathroom floor. You managed to yawn and roll your eyes as you wiped the now wet appendage on the nearby bath mat...that was also soaking wet.

"I swear to god," you growled, "can you not even take a shower without making a fucking mess?" You took the frustrated opportunity to look up at yourself in the mirror and sigh. The bedhead was a nice, but unnecessary touch and you fought another yawn as you took off your glasses and started to wash your face.

Mid-contact on eye, you heard the door rattling and then the key. You laughed, ready to lay into the lieutenant you found yourself rooming with for the past few weeks. You threw your hair up into a messy bun and looked down at your shirt, water stains decorating the thing grey t-shirt. You sighed and stretched your arms above your head, closing your eyes, acutely aware of the body that appeared in the doorway.

"You're kind of an asshole to live with, ya know?" you stated, matter-of-factly, eyes still closed as you bent to the side, getting that one part of your sciatic nerve that you normally couldn't reach. When no sarcastic retort was thrown your way, your eyes slowly fluttered open, your hands now back to their original position above your head.

"Not Bradshaw."

He shook his head. Your hands dropped.

"Sorry."

He shrugged and gave you a slight smirk.

"You're-"

"Here for the thing," he finished your sentence and the gears in your head tried to frantically figure out what thing he was- OH. THE THING. THE GUY WITH THE THING. It was like your synapses all turned on at once. Bradshaw had mentioned something about someone coming over today to pick up a thing for work. You nodded and, for the first time, turned to face him in the bathroom doorway. You gave him a slightly sheepish smile and stepped past him and toward the small dining room table.

"Didn't know Bradshaw had a missus,"you heard a slight southern drawl behind the observation. You shook your head and continued digging through the stacks of mail and newspapers on the table. You almost missed the quirked eyebrow as he waited for a clarification. You continued to search.

"...sister?" he ventured, earning another head shake and a slight smirk that he reciprocated. You were enjoying the game (you were also aware that if you didn't find the thing for this guy, Bradshaw was going to kick your ass). Finally, your hand fell on the envelope with a sticky note on it. "Seresin" was all it said and you were able to remember the conversation now. Documents for...Jake- "Jake Seresin."

You hadn't realized you said his name out loud, feeling triumphant at remembering and then slightly embarrassed. It earned you another self-satisfied smirk that was quickly replaced by a frustrated chew of his bottom lip.

"College friend." You filled in and he let out a small "ah" waiting for you to continue.

"We were both at UVA and we were both too old to really be there," you let out a small chuckle, putting back all the mismatched papers back into a messy pile on the table. "I posted up here about a year ago for some work, Bradshaw let me know he was in town, and here we are."

"Navy?"

You chuckled, and shook your head, "You're not a big fan of full sentences are you, lieutenant?" He looked at you slightly surprised and you nodded towards his badges that stood out starkly against his khaki uniform. He almost gave you an impressed look, but something (arrogance, perhaps) kept his secret.

"Program Analyst. Private contractor- I just deal with the other contractors and make sure everything is finished on time and everyone gets paid." He nodded, approvingly. "With you all back, I may see you around if you're out near Hanger 3 on the north side." You gave a sincere smile and weren't sure if you were waiting for the handsome pilot in front of you to hit on you or laugh at your audacity.

He gave you a smile and then waved the envelope in his hand, signally that it was time for him to go. You nodded and gave him a light laugh as he made his way to the door, but he paused, hand on the door knob.

"I'm sorry, I seem to have forgotten all my manners this morning," the drawl was even more prevalent and you knew the look in his eye, "I didn't catch your name, Miss..."

You easily closed the distance between you and the Naval aviator, replacing your hand with his on the door knob as you opened the door wider and he stepped out onto the small patio.

"See you around, sailor," you winked and closed the door, heading back into the bathroom to continue getting ready.

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"So, Rooster's got a roommate..."

The comment was innocuous enough, but after one fight already about his father and Maverick, Rooster found himself a bit more on edge than he had wanted to be. He saw both Phoenix and Bob shoot him interested looks that quickly turned to nothing but concern. Fanboy and Payback exchanged looks and then looked to the source of the conversation.

"...and she's pretty cute."

The blond pilot continued to chew on the toothpick in his mouth and toss a pencil up above his head, refusing to make contact with a now fuming Bradley Bradshaw. Payback was ready to jump up and stop another fight, but a hand appeared on Bradley's shoulder, staying him in his seat. Maverick had been standing in the back of the makeshift classroom and did not feel like dealing with any more drama from this team.

"Hangman, if you're in the barracks, you've got, what? 5 roommates? Not our fault none of them are cute...." Phoenix's comment was low, but everyone in the group heard it and it cracked the tension like ice. Rooster even gave her a chuckle and an eyeroll. Hangman stopped tossing his pencil in thin air and glared at her and then looked at Bradshaw.

"Back. Off." was all Bradley mouthed to the other aviator.But Hangman saw that as nothing but a challenge. He smirked, his green eyes glistening with excitement at the prospect of you and pissing off Rooster in one fell swoop.

"You. Wish."

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A/N: New inspiration! Let's see where this goes!

Part 2

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[writing-a-to-b]

Word Count: 1,867 Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader A/N: This work is a written collaboration between @specialagentmonkeyy & @bangaveragewhitewine. Thanks for reading folks, any comments and feedback are greatly appreciated!  Follow and turn on notifications if you would like to hear when we post the other seasons / chapters. We’re working on a taglist form, so watch this space!

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Seasons of Us Masterlist

Contains: Sharing a bath, tooth-rotting affection

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Jackson was hard work. It was home now, but the days could be long and tiring, the weather gloomy and damp in the winters, muggy and warm come spring and summer. It was a work in progress, fixing up the town for your community. 

Some days, in the evenings when you knew you didn’t have to be up at the crack of dawn the next day, you and Joel  would go down to the Tipsy Bison for a drink or two. Some nights were for strong drinks and talking about the years before you came together, and reminiscing on the good days before the Outbreak ever happened. Others were lighter, happier, when someone would dust off the old piano and sing a tune or two - on those nights you could sometimes even convince Joel to slow dance with you to some old country song. Those kinds of nights helped the whole town remember what you worked so hard for,  so that you could have nights like this where you forget what is going on outside of the towns’ walls, and what led you all to the tiny town. 

The days could be long, especially at this time of year when the sun rose early and set late, working with your neighbours and found family to make the town a place for everyone. When you weren’t working on the rest of the town, you and Joel were fixing up your own home.  You thanked your lucky stars for the former contractor; between his handiwork and your homely touches, it was coming together nicely. Some nights you’d have to drag him away from working on a project, insisting that you couldn’t sleep if he was hammering nails in the next room, and more importantly, that he needed to rest. Of course you knew how persistent Joel was- he wouldn’t leave work  until what he was working on was safe and secure. 

Right now it was nearing 6pm. The kids on your street made the most of the cooling temperatures, playing out in the shade, chasing each other and kicking a ball around. You’d been home about an hour and knew Joel was in for a long day. With that in mind, you started on dinner; a colourful salad that you had grown and picked in the community plot with some thick slices of fresh ham. The long warm days made him more receptive to your ‘rabbit food’ as long as his portion was big enough to fill his hunger.  He was out fixing the Douglas’s roof with Tommy. Harry and Jeane were an older couple, and  they’d seen some shit in their seventy years of life - before the outbreak and after. Married young, they had spent the majority of those seventy years together, through thick and thin when the world went to shit. 

They were great with kids - they were considered Jackson’s Nana and Grandpa - and the other couples around town wished their relationships would be just as full of love and patience and strength persevering the tests of time   After making it through the outbreak, the suffering and heartbreak and loss it brought with it, they were a beacon of hope for you, for everyone, as you tried to settle into some type of normal life in Jackson with your patchwork family.

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It was nearly 7pm when you heard the front door open and close again, followed by Joel’s weary sigh. You came from the bathroom upstairs, making sure the door was closed behind you and leaned over the bannister. “Hey you,” you murmured, seeing Joel leaning against the wall looking bone-tired. “I drew you a bath, and there's dinner waiting in the fridge for you.”

“Y’didnt have to do that, sweetheart.” His soft tired eyes met yours and he tried sending you a grateful smile but it came out as more of a grimace as he pushed off the wall. 

“Come on, old man, time to soak those weary bones.”

Joel grunted as he started up the stairs, holding firmly onto the bannister as he climbed, “Y’know you’re only a few years younger than me, right?”

You held out your hand to him as he reached the top of the stairs, closing the last few inches as he stepped into your space. You grin, “Yeah, but you’re still older.” 

He bumped his shoulder playfully with yours as you led him into the bathroom that was filled with steam and a mild scent of rosemary and peppermint.

Joel hadn’t realised just how tired he was, or how much he yearned for a bath, until he laid eyes on the large  tub filled with hot water. “Surely I don’t deserve you,” he stated, almost questioning  his luck as he started peeling off his dirty t-shirt, covered in muck and dust from being on a roof all day.

You hummed and took the shirt from him, throwing it over to the wash pile. “Maybe you don’t,” you teased, “But you’re stuck with me, cowboy.”

You turned just in time to see him undoing his belt, popping the button and lowering his fly. It would be rude not to admire the view. Despite the life you’ve both had, he could still put a man half his age to shame. Joel was beautiful; he was strong, built with sturdy muscle, and the most perfectly soft tummy that came with age.

Scrunching up your nose playfully, “Did you catch a tan or is that all dirt?”

An amused huff came from Joel as he looked down at his hands and arms, worn from years of hard work. He shrugged, “At this point darlin’ I don’t even know myself.” He removed his watch, showing a band of lighter skin beneath the green strap.

Now though, despite the tan and/or dirt, those strong muscles ached and pulled, reminding Joel that he wasn’t as agile as he once was. You turned off the taps and checked the temperature before nodding toward the water. “Hop in, handsome. You’ve had a long day.” As he settled into the deep tub, you gathered up the rest of his dirty laundry, leaving them down with some of your own worn clothes that needed freshening up. 

You smiled to yourself, casting your eyes over Joel’s peaceful face as the water began to work its magic, his eyes closed and frown-lines softening. You knelt down next to the bath, tucking your legs beneath you.

“Y’not coming in? The water’s fine, enough for two.” Joel peaked one whiskey-coloured eye open before looking at you properly, watching you reach for the soap. 

“Nope. This is for you, let me take care of you. I’m going to wash your hair, I’ll even scrub your back for you if you’re sweet.”

He sighed, shifting slightly which made the water lap over his stiff shoulders. “M’no baby. Y’don’t need to coddle me.” Joel’s voice had a slight edge to it, a mix of exhaustion and old habits. You were a unit now, he was better at accepting help and love, but still found it tricky sometimes.

“Shush, I’m practising for when you’re a really old man,” you tease, kneeling up again to cup a handful of water and run it over his hair. With a grumpy murmur, he gives in and lets you dampen his hair, work up some suds and massage the tension away as you hum an old Dusty Springfield song. 

Once all the suds were rinsed from his hair and it was slicked back out of his face you pressed a soft kiss to his temple. “Lean forward,” you instructed quietly. You moved your hand that held the soap across the expanse of his sore back and shoulders, minding the pink tint on the back of his neck from the sun. Gently, you moved the soap in slow circles before dipping down beneath the water to reach the spots that pulled and ached. You smiled to yourself when he dropped his chin to his chest and let out a sigh. 

“Here.” You held out the soap once his back was rinsed, “I’ll go grab the towels from the closet and you can sort the rest of yourself out- I am not washing your ass for you.” 

After dropping a kiss to his head, and the soap bar into his hand, you left him to grumble to himself about his age and that he was still quite capable. You took your time collecting the towels from the closet in your shared bedroom, knowing Joel valued his privacy. After all, you’d gotten away with enough coddling for tonight. 

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When you came back, you found Joel with his head resting back and eyes closed. You folded the towels and left them on the sink before settling  yourself back down beside the bath, taking your time to gaze over his peaceful features; right now he was the picture of relaxation, a rare sight with Joel Miller. 

The warm steam relaxed you as much as it did Joel, and you rested your head against the bath, your eyes growing heavy until Joel’s deep voice brought you back to reality.

With your chin now resting on your arms on the side of the bath you cleared your throat, “Hm?”

“I said, are you gettin’ in or just gonna sit there lookin’ pretty?” He looked mighty smug for a man with his eyes closed, half asleep not a few moments ago.

A smirk tugged at your lips as one of your eyebrows rose, “Are you going to keep your hands to yourself this time?”

You grin when you see his brows lift this time, looking sceptical. He peeked one eye open, “You sure you want that, sweetheart?”

You stood, already slipping off your own shirt as you roll your eyes. Once you were out of all your clothes you tap his hand on the side of the bath, “Move on back then, Mister Contractor.”

Joel shifted his hips further back into the curve of the bath, finally opening his eyes properly to scowl at you without any real malice. He lifted his hand to take yours, helping you into the tub and taking the opportunity to give you a playful tap on your behind. 

“You’re pushin’ it, Miller,” you teased, lowering into the water. You drained some out and topped it up with more hot from the tap before settling back against his chest.

Joel let out a very content hum as his arms settled around your waist and his face pressed into the junction of your shoulder and neck, as he asked about your day. As you ran through what you did, who you saw, you found yourselves both slipping just a bit deeper under the water. It didn’t take you long to notice Joel’s arms becoming more slack and his breathing getting deeper and slower. 

“Joel?” You tapped his hand and said his name again before he hummed back. 

“Has the steam gone to your head? We can get out, have your supper before bed?” You felt his hold on you tighten again, lips brushing against the back of your neck. 

“A few more minutes. Let me hold you a little longer, sweetheart.”

[thirsty-boba-fett-posts]

Part II of this fic that doesn’t yet have a title and isn’t even on the Masterlist yet but it’s gonna be a BIG OL’ SAGA.

THE JOURNEY CONTINUES UNDER THE CUT

She slept better than she had in at least a week. Jabba’s old slave quarters, once an austere room with no ‘fresher and two rows of bunk beds stacked three high, was now a comfortable apartment with a large futon. It was still a windowless room, but that made sleeping through eight hours of daylight easier. She didn’t relish traveling through the night on supply runs to and from Mos Espa, but it made for a faster, more efficient trip if she avoided the heat of Tatooine’s twin suns.

When she awoke the suns were low in the sky. She washed her face in the room’s newly installed wash basin and stretched out her sore muscles. There would be other courier jobs - she could saddle up her dewback and head into town to see which merchants needed supplies couriered overnight from Mos Eisley or maybe even somewhere closer, like the moisture farms or Mos Pelgo.

The man in black, as stern and imposing as he’s been that morning, approached her as she filled her water skin from the spigot in the sallyport. He held out a small sack and fished a stack credits from inside of his cowled cloak.

“Go to Anchorhead and bring back the palace droids Honwoo reprogrammed. Take two days if you need to - here’s enough credits for a stay at the Sidi Driss Inn, and there’s more when you return.”

She took the sack and the credits with a bewildered expression on her face. Sidi Driss Inn is a luxury hotel, she thought. Did the new daimyo really intend to pay for her to spend the day sleeping at a resort?

The man, a lieutenant of the daimyo, she supposed, called over his shoulder to her as he walked away.

“Get your water from the kitchen from now on. That spigot is rusty and that old tank needs cleaning.”

The burlap sack contained a rather expensive assortment of dried meats, cheeses, pastries, and even fresh fruits. She hadn’t had fresh fruit in years - this daimyo was lightyears more generous than the previous two. She wondered if he was struggling to find good help, but his gravely voiced deputy seemed like he ran a tight ship. Maybe the new daimyo was a puffer pig who needed to surround himself with strength and loyalty. That would explain the uncommon generosity.

She set off with the twilight towards Anchorhead on her dewback, who was fresh and energetic from a day of sound sleep and a belly full of rich kitchen scraps. The sky was clear and the stars were bright. The moonlight reflected pale blue off of the sand of the Dune Sea. She sampled each of the decadent foods in the burlap sack and shared them with her dewback when they stopped to rest at the halfway point between Mos Espa and Anchorhead. If he intended to outfit all of his contractors so generously, she would be silly not to work exclusively for the daimyo.

She arrived in Anchorhead as the first sun crested the horizon, before the merchants and shopkeepers opened for the day. She decided to see if a room at the Sidi Driss would even be available at this time of day. A few hours of sleep in a luxurious room before businesses opened for the day was more than she could hope for, but she felt the optimism of one who has been blessed by an unseen benefactor.

“Checking in?” asked a chipper desk attendant.

“I don’t have a reservation,” she replied, tentatively.

“You came in on a dewback, did you not? We have a reservation for you secured by the Daimyo of Mos Espa.”

Wonders never ceased.

A valet took her dewback to the stable to be hosed off and fed while she was shown to a corner room on the hotel’s top floor. It was opulent - a large bed, a ‘fresher stocked with expensive soaps and oils, and a balcony overlooking all of Anchorhead. She had been given plenty of credits for the room, so she supposed that the daimyo intended for her to spend them all on the sumptuous accommodations. She indulged long in a bath in the wide round tub before wrapping herself on a fluffy robe to settle in for a nap.

She awoke a few hours later to a note slipped under the door of her room.

Honwoo will have your cargo ready at sunset. The Daimyo of Mos Espa has opened a tab for your expenses and wishes for you to take yourself shopping at the hotel boutique at your convenience.

Surely, the Daimyo of Mos Espa had lost his mind. Had she somehow been mistaken for someone else? A dignitary or prominent merchant or guild member? She felt like an imposter, then reread the letter and realized that it addressed her by name. She knew she was a reliable courier, but were reliable couriers so hard to find in Mos Espa that they needed to be plied with luxury accommodations and shopping sprees?

She thought it best to follow the daimyo’s instructions. He was paying her way, so she may as well do as she’d been told and enjoy herself. She ordered a breakfast of colo claw fish and a fruit platter with a side of blue milk. It was more food than she’d eaten at a single meal in years and the experience of being well and truly full was delightful.

When she finally made her way down to the hotel lobby, a concierge met her at the base of the stairs.

“I’m to escort you to the boutique.”

This was getting weird. She briefly considered if she should continue going along with what felt like some kind of dream, but surely the daimyo must have his reasons for treating her to so much finery. The boutique was small and the clothing was perhaps impractical for someone who spent much of her time on a dewback crossing the desert, but she could not remember the last time she’s bought herself anything new and she could not resist the opportunity. The concierge even managed to convince her to pick out a dress with all of the requisite accessories - although what occasion she’d have to wear such an ensemble, she could not fathom.

Feeling overwhelmed, she returned with her new wardrobe to her room to decompress from experience and get a few more hours of sleep. She dreamed of Boba Fett as she remembered him from years ago - a figure in green armor and a distinct helmet - wielding a beskar ax to cleave the chains that bound her to Jabba The Hutt. But Boba Fett was dead and she awoke with a sense of loss that she hadn’t known she could feel for a stranger.

The valet brought her freshly bathed and well fed dewback to her and helped her load him up with her expensive new clothes. The suns were just beginning to set, which meant that the cargo she was hired to transport would be ready for pickup at Honwoo’s Repair Shop. She mounted her dewback and tipped the valet generously before making her way through town.

Honwoo and his human droid technician, Mathus, met her at the shop’s bay doors with crated droids ready to be loaded up for transport. She dismounted and introduced herself as labor droids began loaded and strapping crates to her dewback. Mathus handed her a data pad with a packing list, and she gave it a cursory read through before signing and handing it back to him.

“You should be all set in a few minutes. Do you need to fill a water skin before you head out?”

“Sure,” she replied, gratefully. He walked her to the shop’s sink and as she filled her water skin, the two made casual conversation. Mathus enjoyed his job as a technician and liked working for Honwoo, an honest and agreeable Rodian.

“So how do you like working for Boba Fett?” he asked.

“I’m sorry, what?”

…

LET’S GOOOOOOOOO

@meshlaxbunny

@daimyosprincess - the dewback’s name is Guapo

@baufraus

@dukeoftheblackstar

@acatalystrising

@die-herzlos-engel

Y’all we have to name this thing. Help. Please.

[julietookoff]

February 2023 Tour

So some of the maintenance we did on our 11 year old RV:  replace part of a rotted slide-out floor, paint the yellowed ceiling fixtures, get front seat covers, a new driver’s side window, install a microwave over-the-stove, replace the 2 house batteries, "new" mattress and just scrub and touch-up everything.  We took it to Henkel's RV Sales August 9, knowing it was off-season for RV sales. . . it is still there!  We were hoping it would sell around the time of the big RV show in Tampa, but that's been a few weeks ago. . .  It’s still in good shape; as Shorty said, “Nobody’s got any money now.”

Closing on our house was July 22, 2022.  We found a G.E. dishwasher at an outlet store in Clearwater, a G.E. stove at an estate sale, and fridge, washer and dryer at Lowe's.   By the time we got the mattresses, shower curtains, and things you need to live, our first night in the house was July 29.  We still had to commute to Holiday to finish working on the RV at our tired senior pace.  We decided we're going to die here, because we're too old to move again. . . we were so worn out.  But dang, we're loving it here!

We continued commuting (about 35 miles each way) to see Shorty most weeks; a few times he came up to see us at the house.

The first two things I cooked in the new house were sheet pan chicken/taters/ corn on the cob and chicken parm on the sheet pan.  After 10 years with an RV oven, I had a heuge two-shelfer and two giant sheet pans I had been dying to use.  I had been collecting recipes from Julia Pacheco, my fav You-Tube home cook, for about a year.  To Corny's (and Bob's) delight, I have been cooking up a storm!  I also started a little canning.  I have wanted sodium-free beans for a long time - and the pressure canner takes them from dried, right outta the bag to squishy soft in 40 minutes.

^stuffed Manicotti

Corny watched and I re-watched Breaking Bad on one of the many TVs we've found in storage auctions.  This one came with a guest subscription to Netflix.  We watched "Better Call Saul".  He was Corny's favorite character.  I've always loved Bryan Cranston.  Then we watched all the Jurassic Park movies.

Here's a little tour.  The walls are a very light grey; flooring is grey vinyl:

^This is where I have my oatmeal with Piggie and Poco

Master bed and bath:

Life of Christ cross - all the little boxes were delivered to Shorty's house over the past year and accumulated in storage.  It was like Christmas, opening them all up and displaying them!

Bedroom 1, Den and bath 2:

Poco got a cute little 2' fence surrounding the patio.  Corny doesn't worry so much about him wandering away now.

Backyard visitors:  flock of 6 wild turkeys, pond turtle  

Fledgling woodpecker chatted with me and clung to my leg for several minutes when I went to pick up my bedside dresser.

Without gutters yet, when hurricane Ian headed our way in September, we made two trips to a county park to fill sandbags.  Some young, energetic people took pity on us old, slow-moving, moaning people and helped us haul the heavy bags to the Jeep.  Corny made a few bucks selling flashlights and lanterns he had gotten on clearance months ago, thanks to Ian.

In November I did a big 2-week Georgia county run.  I only got the Jeep stuck once, in mud covered by leaves.  A Lumpkin County Sheriff had me out within minutes.  I have about 1/3 of GA counties to visit:

On Thanksgiving Shorty brought Bob up to the house.  They arrived at 5pm; the turkey finished at 7:30pm.  I made real gravy for the first time in decades.

Corny had some kidney procedures in November, then found himself in the hospital for an infection in December.

Shorty told us on Dec. 1 he was moving "up north".  He heard rumors that Hyundai was hiring contractors to do his job so he promptly took his 3 weeks vacation.  When he went back to see if he was on the schedule, they were like "Who are you?".  He had worked there 10 1/2 years.  We were so glad they did what we couldn't - kick him in the pants so he would get a better job.  The little shit decided to move to Elkhart, Indiana to be able to afford a house of his own.  We miss him - my life has certainly changed.  I would plan all week what to bring him or ask him or tell him.  But we are very happy for him to be out on his own and experiencing real freedom for the first time.  He left for Elkhart Dec. 3 so now we just text.

We didn't have much notice, so Christmas was basically cancelled.  We went to Buffet City on Christmas Eve.   I made 4# of candied pecans to send up north and give to the neighbors and Liam - Shiloh Builders' Number Two.  They are building a house right next door which Chick, the owner of Shiloh, is going to live in part time.  They are using the garage as their office.  

I threw a tapestry over the TV for Christmas.

Corny scored a home run and got me a Kitchen Aid accessory that peels, cores and slices an apple all at the same time!  I made my first apple pie since I was 20-something years old.  I was always too impatient to peel apples.

We continue going to storage auctions.  The latest score was an entire tub of Yu-Gi-Oh and Pokemon cards.  I went through them all to check for the big buck$ cards.  There weren't any.  When I get back from BamaRama (GC9TB1Z) I will list them on Facebook Marketplace for prolly $20/box.  

Life is Godd!

We fit out.

[thepropertylovers]

Let Me Introduce You To Our Newest Farm Animal

This week was a very trying one, y’all, filled with a few ups and many downs, but we’re almost to Friday, and that’s something to celebrate, isn’t it?

I know life online for many (all?) people looks like it’s perfect all the time, but I hope now that social media has been around for over a decade that we all know that’s not the case. Life is hard sometimes, a lot of the times actually. PJ is still getting over his sickness, and is probably 90% better, but still feeling some of the tiredness from his stomach flu-like illness last week. And it feels like we’re playing catch up with work this week, with suddenly so many deadlines all coming to a head at the same time. And then the farm is in a season of transition, with PJ lining up contractors to finally finish Holiday House (a full-time job in and of itself) while taking care of all the animals (Dixie will be away for a month).

Nothing we can’t handle, but day-to-day, real life stuff that feels hard and overwhelming in the moment. There are busy seasons and then there are super busy seasons. Guess which one we’re in right now?

All that to say, we’re checking off a lot on our to-do list, which always make things seem less scary and all-consuming, and we also have a new family member at Ocoee Farm! Meet Piggerton:

She is a cross between a wild boar and one of our miniature pot-belly pigs. I actually posted about him back in February on Ocoee Farm’s Instagram page, and how he snuck through our fence after trying to get in for a few days. Then he finally got in and…well he and our pig, Soleil, met and fell in love and had a one night stand that Pigerton is the result of. That’s farm life!

Don’t you love her stripes? We both think she looks so wild and exotic.

Piggerton has been staying at our house in town for the last two days and we’ve all taken turns bottle feeding her and cuddling her tight. PJ fell asleep on the couch today with her wrapped up in his arms and it was the cutest damn thing you’ve ever seen. I’m kicking myself for not taking a picture of it, but here’s a picture of her right after PJ gave her a bath in the sink that will have to suffice instead.

The boys don’t have summer school on Fridays, so we’ll all (hopefully) get to sleep in tomorrow! Happy Thursday night, loves. xoxoxo

[thatmartiangirl]

My water heater decided to spray hot water all over the place this morning and I have extensive water damage to my finished basement and I’ve been holding it together all day while talking to insurance and water mitigation and all the other people I needed to call and stuff, and even though the couch (the one thing with some damage that I’d be sad to replace) just need a dry off and a deep clean, and even though this is only going to run me my very small deductible and the cost of a plumber to fix the water heater, and even though the contractors I’m working with are very nice, and everything is a lot better than when I got a text this morning that water was pouring from the basement ceiling and steam was filling the air

I’ve had a stressful day and now that I’m at the end of it, I kinda wanna cry

And I can’t even take a nice warm bath to de-stress because my water heater had to be disconnected

[prompt-master]

Submitted by @dtgvxg

Coolio.

Context:Rex is part of a project involving university age students. Transferred from Corvus Academy, he's in as the Ultimate Security Contractor alongside his friends. And he's also 90% robotics and a living weapon. Also, he and tsumugi are technically from an alternate timeline and older than they look, but that is a whole new can of worms.

Makoto: Rex...

Rex: I can tell by the tone of your voice that you are disappointed. Alas, I must further disappoint you by affirming how little I give a fuck.

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Miu, with a headache: Advil me up, daddy.

Rex: I will short out the language center of your brain if you say anything like that ever again.

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Rex: I scare people a lot because I walk very softly and they don't hear me enter rooms. So when they turn around, I'm just kind of there and their fear fuels me.

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Rex: I have the sharpest memory here -name one time I forgot something.

Junko: You left me, Mukuro, and Moogs in a Walmart parking lot at 2am a day ago.

Rex: I did that on purpose, try again.

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Tsumugi: Why aren’t you sleeping?

Rex: I’m too busy plotting your murder to sleep, Tsumugi.

Tsumugi: *not buying it*

Rex: ...The nightmares.

Tsumugi: *wrapping their arms around Rex* Awwww, sweetie-

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[After breaking into a research facility taking the successful product of the New Dawn Project]

Hajime, pacing his living room:so…she's like us?

Rex, currently raiding Hajime's kitchen: if by 'like us', you mean a result of heavy human experimentation and are currently filled with forty metric tons of circuitry, machinery, and synthetics, then yes.

Hajime: Okay, cool. So, you basically want me to-

Rex, in the middle of making a club sandwich:-keep an eye on her until there's a secure enough place to put her. You know, babysitting. You've probably done that.

Hajime:a few times, but whatever. However, mind if I tell you what confuses me?

Rex, eating his sandwich: Shoot.

Hajime: why me?

Rex, shrugging: Immediate first thought, I guess.

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Rex, to Ruraka: If I bite into this chicken sandwich and it's sweet, I'm skinning you.

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Johnny: Yo, Kaz, do that R2D2 impression.

Kazuichi, taking a breath:wooooooOOOOOO-

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Junko, acting embarrassed: Wow, you’re such a perverted psycho. Why the fuck would you ask me if I like breasts?

Rex, tired as fuck: [whispers angrily] How many times do I have to tell you we’re at KFC, dumbass?! Why are you like this every time we’re here?

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Rex:*hanging out on the roof*

Kazuichi bursting in: Why didn't you tell me your dad had all that ass?

Rex:*silently looks at him*

Kazuichi: Now hear me out…

(+)

Shuichi: How would you like your pancakes?

Komaru: Plain.

Kaede: With sprinkles!

Hajime: Chocolate chips.

Rex: Potatoes.

*Komaru, Kaede, and Hajime look at Rex*

Rex: What? They're good.

(+)

Rex: Life could be worse, Kaede.

Kaede: Life could be a lot better too!

(+)

Makoto: We need a way to lure in new customers.

Junko: Maybe we could have some fun, interactive events!

Johnny: Kaede bath water.

Kaede: ABSOLUTELY NOT!

(+)

Hajime: I think you're still suffering from the effects of your party last night.

Johnny: All I drank was Redbull!

Hajime: How many?

Johnny: Eighteen.

(+)

Rex: Who the fuck broke the toaster?

Makoto: It was Kaede.

Komaru: It was Kaede.

Hajime: Kaede broke it.

Kaede:

Kaede: ...yOU PROMISED-

(+)

Miu: I’m the sexiest bitch in this therapy waiting room.

(+)

Rex: Good morning. As you begin your day, remember that violence is always an option and often the answer.

Shuichi:

Rex:

Shuichi: ...Please, go back to bed.

(+)

Miu, watching Maki and Peko fight: Are you sure they should be fighting? What if they get hurt?

Rex, not bothered by the chaos: It’s fine. They’re too evenly matched to hurt each other.

Miu: Then... who’s the strongest out of you three?

Peko: Rex.

Maki: Rex.

Rex, the literal living war machine: Me.

(+)

Mukuro: I will find us an armored vehicle and some weapons.

Mukuro: If you two can manage to not kill each other while I'm gone.

Rex: Oh, please. We're not children.

*Mukuro leaves*

Rex, casually: ...Eat shit and die.

Tsumugi, also casually: Yes, fuck you.

(+)

Tsumugi, drinking tea: Ah, Hello again. We really need to stop meeting like this.

Rex, dressed in PJs: Maybe we would, if you would sTOP BREAKING INTO MY FUCKING HOUSE!!!

(+)

Hajime: I can't imagine what Rex is planning. But I can tell you two things. We won't like it and it won't be legal.

(+)

Tsumugi: Wow, Rex, you want to hold my hand before marriage? How awfully lewd of you.

Rex: We literally slept together yesterday.

Tsumugi: That's NOTHING compared to the lewdness of holding hands.

(+)

Rex: Go fuck yourself.

Tsumugi, smugly: Sure, but only if you watch.

(+)

Rex: I fell-

Tsumugi: From heaven?

Rex: No, I literally fell-

Tsumug, doing this on purpose: In love with me the moment you saw me?

Rex: MY ARM IS BROKEN!

Tsumugi: Okay, but do you think I'm pretty? Be honest.

Rex:…fuck you.

(+)

Makoto, walking into their house: Hello, people who do not live here.

Rex: Wassup?

Kaede: Hi!

Shuichi: Hello.

Hajime: Hey.

Makoto: I gave you the key to my place for emergencies only!

Komaru: We were out of Doritos.

(+)

Makoto: I think Komaru is in trouble.

Rex: Alright. Struggling to give a fuck, if I’m honest.

(+)

Rex: I know you love them.

Shuichi: I am not in love with Kaede!

Rex, staring at Shuichi, amused: I never said who...

Shuichi: *realizes*

Shuichi: Shit. Well, anyways-

(+)

Kaede: It’s impossible to make a sentence without using the letter a.

Byakuya: Despite your thinking, it is quite possible, yet difficult, to form one without the specific letter. Here’s one more to further disprove your theory.

Rex: Fuck you.

(+)

*Squad reactions to being told ‘I love you’*

Kaede: Thanks fam!

Komaru: Oh, really? Cool!

Makoto: *smiles* I love you too.

Hajime: Sounds fake, but okay.

Shuichi: *A flustered mess*

Rex: Big mistake.

(+)

Makoto: The floor is lava!

Kaede: *helps Shuichi onto the counter*

Komaru: *kicks Hajime off the sofa*

Rex: *falls face first onto the floor*

Makoto: ...Are you okay?

Rex, muffled: No.

(+)

Miu: *Kicks Rex's bedroom door down looking panicked*

Rex, tired: The fuck's going on?

Miu: Nobody died!

Rex, now wide awake: What did you do?!

(+)

Leon, to Miu: I cannot relate to your ‘E-Girl’ problems.

(+)

Shuichi, about Maki: She's so terrifying yet so lacking in social skills that the most basic conversation feels like a hostage negotiation situation.

(+)

Miu: I only like three things in this world. Money, Bitches, and the Dewey Decimal System!

(+)

Rex: How did you find me?

Micheal: Oh, I saw a huge explosion and wondered 'now, who could that be?'.

(+)

Miu, currently running on two hours of sleep: Is letting someone win at chess sapiosexual bottoming?

Rex, Done™: Does anyone in this goddamn school ever think before they speak?

(+)

Rex: I don't support the violence. *reveals all implanted weapons* I AM the violence.

(+)

Miaya: You often use humor to deflect your severe trauma.

Rex: Thanks.

Miaya: I didn't say that was a good thing.

Rex: What I'm hearing is, you think I'm funny.

(+)

[After blowing up a building]

Rex: This is a mistake.

Junko, enthusiastically: A mistake we're going to laugh about one day!

Rex: But not today, right?

Junko, still enthusiastic: Oh, no. Today's going to be a mess.

(+)

Kokichi: Oh just so you know, it's very muggy outside.

Rex:

Rex: Dude, I swear to fuck, if I step outside and all of the goddamn mugs are out on the front lawn...

Kokichi: *Sips coffee from bowl*

(+)

Shuichi: What the fuck? People actually tell their crushes they like them??

Makoto: What the hell do you do?

Shuichi: I die? What kinda question…

(+)

[After Mahiru finds Rex covered in blood and with surrounding corpses]

Rex: Hold on, I can explain.

Mahiru: Really?! Can you now?!

Rex: I can if you give me a minute to think of a convincing lie.

(+)

Fuyuhiko with a gun to Rex's head: What happens if I pull this trigger? Heaven?

Rex: Bold of you to assume either of us'll go to Heaven.

(+)

Rex: And I’d love to be sorry for that, but we all know I’ve done much, much worse.

So, here are the incorrect quotes. Hope you enjoy.

[top10bharat]

Epoxy Grouting Material

Epoxy grouting is a popular choice for tile work in wet areas like bathrooms, kitchens, swimming pools, and commercial spaces due to its water-proof properties, durability, and resistance to chemicals, making it a preferred choice for long-lasting tile installation.

Why Choose Epoxy Grout Over Cement-Based Grout?

Epoxy grout has several advantages over the cement-based conventional grout. Specifically, it finds its applications in places exposed to water, chemical environment, and also high traffic floors.

1. Waterproof Properties Epoxy grout, a non-absorbing mixture of epoxy resins and filler powder, provides a watertight seal, making it ideal for wet and damp areas like bathrooms and swimming pools, preventing mold and mildew growth.

2. Hardiness and Strength Epoxy grout is much stronger compared to cement grout. It resists cracking and shrinking much more, thus has a longer working life, even in high-traffic or moisture-rich locations. The material also resists cleaning chemicals and acids, hence versatile and commercially viable for application in commercial kitchens and other industrial uses.

3. Mold and Mildew Resisting Since epoxy grout is sealed and non-porous, it could never become a haven for mold and mildew growth, which often occurs when most places are wet and moist very frequently. This makes it even more sanitary while at the same time minimizing recurrent cleaning and upkeep by the homeowner and contractor.

How to Apply Epoxy Grouting Material?

Although epoxy grout offers the best possible benefits, applying it is very meticulous. It is much more unlike the traditional grout applied on a surface that requires good skills and responsibility in its application.

1. Preparing the Area Before applying epoxy grout, the installing correct tiles, clean the inter-tile gaps of debris. Water, dust, and dirt may reduce adhesion, alongside reducing the effect of epoxy grout.

2. Preparation of Epoxy Grout Epoxy grout is supplied with epoxy resin and a hardener. These have to be mixed in good condition only before these are applied. Mix the material with a slow speed drill attached with the paddle till the mixture becomes smooth. Be cautious with the working time of epoxy grout as it cures quite fast.

3. Application Procedure For filling the joint: mix the grout, then spread it at a 45-degree angle with a rubber float in the joints. Once all the gaps are full, then use a damp sponge to wipe off any excess grout off the tile's surface. Something to note about epoxy grout: they tend to haze on tiles if not cleaned soon after placing. Cleaning must be done within the first 15-30 minutes before it hardens.

4. Final Cleaning and Curing Post the first clean rinse, the final rinse will be done using clean water to flush out all the grout, if left behind. Epoxy grout usually cures in 24 to 48 hours, depending on temperature and humidity. Once cured, it becomes waterproof, extremely strong, and chemical resistant.

Applications of Epoxy Grout in Wet Rooms

1. Bathroom and Showers One of the best places to apply epoxy grout is in the bathroom. That is because it does not allow water penetration, and the effects of seepage into the wall or sub-flooring, thus preventing mold and structural damages.

This can also hold up very well in bathing areas with various exposures to soaps, shampoos, and cleaning agents.

2. Swimming pools and Spas Epoxy grout is very suitable for pools and spas because it exhibits moderate resistance to water, chlorine, and other chemical agents. Its surface will not encourage the presence of bacteria and other microorganisms that could infect such a structure yet keep its appearance constant in the long run.

3. Kitchen and Food Preparation Areas It resists heat, grease, and most chemical cleaners present in the kitchen. Its strength also means that it is not easily going to allow grout lines to break away in commercial kitchens, which have far stricter hygiene and safety standards.

Frequently Asked Questions

1. Is epoxy grout suitable for exterior application? Epoxy grout is highly resistant to adverse weather conditions as well as UV rays. For these reasons, it is an excellent choice for outdoor patios, pool decks, or any other type of exterior application.

2. How long does epoxy grout last? Grout epoxy has been marketed to be one of the most durable and long-lasting products with about 50 years of lifespan given proper care and maintenance, hence is an investment for a long while.

3. Can I apply epoxy grout with all types of tiles? Epoxy grouts are suitable for most tile material types, such as ceramic, porcelain, and natural stone. However, make sure to refer to the manufacturer's recommendations with respect to compatibility with certain tile types.

4. How do I care for epoxy grout? There isn't much maintenance required to keep epoxy grout looking fresh. General cleaning using mild detergents and water usually suffice. Avoid using abrasive cleaners though. They may destroy the tile surface, but the grout will be safe.

5. Is epoxy grout more expensive than cement grout? Yes, the epoxy grout is much costlier than the cement-based grout, however for better properties, in the long run, durability and low maintenance makes it payable.

Conclusion

Epoxy grouting material is a top choice for wet areas due to its waterproofing, service life, and resistance to chemical and mold. It is ideal for bathroom re-design, pool installation, and commercial kitchen design. Although more expertise is needed for installation, the ability to overcome difficulties makes it a wise investment for areas with high moisture content.

[tabzjoynt]

this morning was one of those ones where we were not busy but invested in one area as a team and filled it without any sales knowledge or assistance 😅

It didn't backfire too hard with only one article being filled incorrectly but considering the other 20+ that were seamless we did a ripper of a job and they can all go jump off a bridge if they try to say anything negative

had to put a couple of contractors in their place over not following processes this morning and then gave my manager's manager a call for not thinking through his decision to send a group of labour hires into our workspace without being directed about said processes especially at peak time for our function

I didn't scream or use profanity but my face was not in the mood for the fakeness

then this moment happened...

the first shot is when I felt a warmth that I haven't for almost a year and the second is when I stopped to bathe in it

I miss your light in my life - it was in this moment that I remember how much 💔

Thanks for taking me out of my head x

[kim21pro]

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Indulge and Unwind: Creating a Spa-Like Atmosphere in Your Bathroom Remodel

Transforming your bathroom into a spa-like retreat offers a sanctuary for relaxation, rejuvenation, and self-care. With thoughtful design choices and strategic upgrades, you can create a serene and luxurious space that rivals the ambiance by adu contractor of a five-star spa. From soothing color palettes and luxurious fixtures to indulgent amenities and calming accents, here are some tips for creating a spa-like atmosphere in your bathroom remodel.

1. Choose a Relaxing Color Palette

Start by selecting a calming color palette that sets the tone for relaxation and tranquility. Opt for soft, neutral hues such as shades of white, beige, gray, or pale blue to create a serene and harmonious backdrop. These colors evoke a sense of calm and purity, making them ideal for creating a spa-like atmosphere in your bathroom. Consider incorporating natural elements such as bamboo, stone, or wood accents to add warmth and texture to the space.

2. Upgrade to Luxurious Fixtures and Finishes

Invest in high-quality fixtures and finishes that exude luxury and sophistication. Choose sleek, modern faucets, showerheads, and hardware in brushed nickel, chrome, or matte black finishes for a contemporary aesthetic. Install a luxurious soaking tub or walk-in shower with spa-like features such as massaging jets, rainfall showerheads, and built-in seating for ultimate relaxation. Select premium materials such as marble, granite, or quartz for countertops, vanities, and flooring to add elegance and durability to your bathroom remodel.

3. Incorporate Calming Lighting Design

Lighting plays a crucial role in creating a spa-like atmosphere in your bathroom. Opt for soft, diffused lighting fixtures such as dimmable LED recessed lights, sconces, or pendant lights to create a warm and inviting ambiance. Install a dimmer switch to adjust lighting levels according to your mood and activities, allowing you to create a tranquil environment for relaxation or a brighter setting for grooming and getting ready. Consider adding candles or LED flameless candles for additional ambiance and a soft, flickering glow.

4. Integrate Natural Elements and Textures

Bring the outdoors in by incorporating natural elements and textures into your bathroom remodel. Use natural stone, wood, or bamboo materials for flooring, wall accents, and accessories to add warmth and organic appeal to the space. Consider incorporating plants or botanical artwork to bring a touch of nature into your bathroom and create a sense of serenity and connection with the outdoors. Choose soft, plush towels, bath mats, and robes in natural fibers such as cotton or bamboo for added comfort and luxury.

5. Install Spa-Like Amenities and Accessories

Enhance your bathroom remodel with spa-like amenities and accessories that promote relaxation and pampering. Install a built-in sound system or Bluetooth speakers to play soothing music or nature sounds while you soak in the tub or shower. Consider adding a heated towel rack, towel warmer drawer, or radiant floor heating system for added comfort and luxury. Incorporate storage solutions such as floating shelves, built-in cabinets, or decorative baskets to keep towels, toiletries, and other essentials organized and easily accessible.

6. Create a Tranquil Retreat with Calming Accents

Finish your spa-like bathroom remodel with calming accents and decorative touches that create a tranquil retreat-like atmosphere. Display scented candles, essential oil diffusers, or aromatherapy sachets to infuse the space with relaxing fragrances such as lavender, eucalyptus, or jasmine. Hang plush bathrobes, spa slippers, or woven baskets filled with rolled towels for a touch of luxury and indulgence. Add soft, plush rugs, floor mats, or bath pillows for added comfort and coziness.

Conclusion

Creating a spa-like atmosphere in your bathroom remodel allows you to indulge in relaxation, rejuvenation, and self-care right in the comfort of your own home. By incorporating soothing color palettes, luxurious fixtures and finishes, calming lighting design, natural elements and textures, spa-like amenities and accessories, and tranquil accents, you can transform your bathroom into a serene and luxurious retreat that promotes health, wellness, and tranquility. With these tips, you can design a spa-like bathroom that offers the ultimate escape from the stresses of everyday life, allowing you to indulge and unwind in style.

[johnykitchenrenovationadvice]

Moldy Bathroom? 3 Easy Fixes to Get Rid of It Fast 

Nobody likes stepping into a bathroom and being greeted by icky mold or mildew. These splotchy black or greenish patches are not only unpleasant to look at, but they can also cause allergy problems. But don't worry, you don't have to live with a moldy bathroom! Here are three quick and easy tricks to banish those mildew monsters for good.

Fighting a losing battle against bathroom mold or considering a Bathroom Renovation Service in Richmond Hill, Vaughan, and the GTA? 

These Smart Renovations tricks can help you!

1. The Bi-carbonate Powerhouse:  

This might sound like a fancy science experiment, but it's actually baking soda! Sprinkle baking soda on a damp sponge and scrub the moldy areas. Let it sit for 10 minutes, then rinse with clean water. The baking soda works like a natural bleach, killing the mold.

2. Vinegar Power:

Another superstar in the cleaning cabinet? Vinegar! Fill a spray bottle with white vinegar and spritz it directly on the mold. Let it sit for 30 minutes (vinegar is a little slower than baking soda), then scrub with a brush and rinse clean. The vinegar will dissolve the mold and kill its spores.

3. Ventilation Vacation:  

Mold loves moisture, so proper ventilation is vital! After showering or bathing, open a window or turn on the exhaust fan to get rid of all that steamy air. You can also leave the bathroom door open to help circulate air. It is better to plan proper ventilation while building your bathroom. But sometimes, we need some professional help. Finding the Best Bathroom Renovation Contractor Near you in Richmond Hill might save you from your future problems.

Conquering bathroom mold is a significant first step, but if you're looking for a long-term solution, consider a bathroom renovation! You can contact some Best Bathroom Renovation Contractors and Get a Free quote.

To learn more about Mould and Mildew cleaning, you can go and through this blog.

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Shower vs Bathtub: Making the Right Choice for Your Bathroom Renovation

Embarking on a bathroom renovation is a journey filled with exciting choices, and at the heart of this adventure lies a fundamental decision: the choice between a shower and a bathtub. Both elements hold unique allure, offering distinctive advantages based on your preferences, the spatial dynamics of your home, and the overarching aesthetic you wish to achieve. Whether crafting a cosy haven in a condo or transforming a spacious house retreat, deciding between these bathroom essentials becomes a nuanced exploration. Let’s delve into the nuances of choosing between a shower and a bathtub in the context of your bathroom renovation, considering factors such as space, style, and the guidance of expert bathroom renovation contractors in Toronto.

Modern Prowess: The Ascendance Of Walk-In Showers

In the tapestry of contemporary bathroom renovations, walk-in showers stand as a beacon of modern efficiency. Their sleek design not only maximizes space, ideal for small bathrooms often found in condos but also provides a chic and uncluttered aesthetic, aligning seamlessly with the prevailing trends in bathroom remodelling. The transparency of glass panels creates an illusion of spaciousness, a particularly valuable trait in compact settings.

Luxury And Relaxation: The Allure Of Bathtubs

Contrasting this, bathtubs present themselves as vessels of luxury and relaxation. Especially in more expansive bathroom renovations, freestanding tubs emerge as statement pieces, exuding opulence. In the realm of condo bathroom renovations, where space optimization is crucial, the compact yet indulgent soaking tubs become a harmonious choice, offering the pleasures of a bath without sacrificing space.

Space Maximization In Small Bathroom Renovations

For those navigating the intricacies of small bathroom renovations, the dilemma between a shower and a bathtub hinges on efficient space utilization. Frameless glass enclosures for showers offer a contemporary, airy vibe, eliminating visual barriers and enhancing the perception of space. Simultaneously, built-in niches or floating shelves introduce storage solutions without encroaching on precious floor space. In small bathroom renovations, every inch counts, and showers and bathtubs can be judiciously integrated to balance functionality and style.

Guidance From Experts: Bathroom Renovation Contractors

Navigating this decision requires a nuanced understanding, and this is where the expertise of bathroom renovation contractors becomes indispensable. These professionals can decipher the spatial dynamics, offer insights into the latest trends in bathroom remodelling, and tailor recommendations that align with your unique preferences. In Toronto, a city marked by diverse styles, the guidance of a skilled contractor ensures that your choice seamlessly fits into your lifestyle and the architectural nuances of your home.

Innovative Touches In Bathroom Remodelling

In the realm of bathroom remodelling, innovation takes centre stage. Walk-in showers with built-in benches or fold-down seating introduce a fusion of comfort and functionality. Compact freestanding bathtubs find creative alcoves, efficiently utilizing available space and transforming small bathrooms into havens of style and comfort.

Balancing Elegance And Practicality In Bathroom Renovations

Whether you’re renovating a condo bathroom or a spacious one in a house, the emphasis is on striking a delicate balance between elegance and practicality. Space-saving fixtures like corner showers or sleek wall-mounted bathtubs can metamorphose limited spaces into stylish retreats.

Conclusion: Crafting Your Personal Oasis

Whether you lean towards the modern efficiency of a walk-in shower or the luxurious allure of a bathtub, your choice in a bathroom renovation reflects your lifestyle and inclinations. The dynamics might differ, from small bathroom renovations to more expansive settings, but the ultimate goal remains to craft a sanctuary that seamlessly aligns with your needs. Consult with expert bathroom renovation contractors in Toronto to navigate the myriad choices and transform your bathroom into a personalized oasis of style, functionality, and comfort.

Ready to embark on your bathroom renovation journey? Contact Sunnylea Homes, your trusted partner in crafting bespoke bathroom spaces in Toronto, at (416) 789-5229. Let us bring your vision to life with innovative designs and expert craftsmanship.