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READ YOUR MIND

You're roommate and her boyfriend are incredibly loud, so you decide to spend the night at your hot friend Jason's house.

fluff, college!au, confessions, one bed trope

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It takes about twenty minutes of internal conflict before you find yourself outside Jason’s dorm room. 

You feel stupid. It’s not like you haven’t been in Jason’s room before. You guys were friends. He’d slept on your couch after a movie night gone too long, you’d stayed up for hours writing essays together on his bedroom floor. This was nothing weird, nothing new. 

But for whatever reason, today it feels different. 

It might be the fact that you’re seeing him differently. You’re not sure when, but the line between friend and something else has started to blur. You don’t know how you didn’t notice the strong slope of his jaw, the fact that he was probably strong and muscular enough to throw you over his shoulder. How funny he was, how kind he was. The fact he studied English, how smart he was at it. It’s really no one's fault but his own. You’re surprised you’d lasted this long without crushing on him, anyway. And maybe the way his eyes lingered a little too long on your own. Innocent touches felt like something else, a hand holding your hips as he stepped behind you, a thigh against your own as you sat in impossibly tight lecture halls.

Whatever. There’s no point looking at it like that. You love your friendship with him too much to let a little crush ruin it. 

If you were in any other situation, you wouldn’t be here. But it’s late and you know of all your friends Jason’s the most likely to be awake. You don’t want to bother him but you can't spend another night third-wheeling with your roommate and her boyfriend. That, and the fact that it gets particularly loud whenever you come to sleep. 

After a deep breath to steel yourself, you knock on the door. It takes only a few seconds before it swings wide open. 

And God, you take back everything you just said. Because he's wearing a pair of grey sweats, and an old band shirt that is showing off his delicious arms, and you don’t know if you can blame the fact it’s nearly midnight on the thoughts running through your head. His movements are slow, sleepy, as he blinks at you confused.

He pushes his glasses up his head, tufts of brown hair falling over his face. “Oh. Hey. Is- Are you okay?”

“Oh god, did I wake you?”

“Nah, you’re good.” He leans against the doorframe, crossing his arms.

It takes a second before the words come out of your mouth. “I- Lily. She has- She has her boyfriend round, and I don’t sleep very well when he’s there.” You laugh awkwardly, scratching your arm.

You hold up the books and paper you brought with you. “You mind if I crash here tonight? I bought stuff to keep me busy, so I���ll be out of your hair.”

Jason smiles easily, pushing the door open further. “Of course, yeah.” 

You step in, thanking him as he grabs the stuff out of your hand and puts them on his front table. His dorm is so boyish. Him and his roommate, an eccentric boy everybody called Gar, were not the best at interior design. Their couches are dark grey with red pillows, jarring against the white carpet you’d bought them as a housewarming gift. The kitchen was an amalgamation of whatever plates and mugs they’d found at thrift stores, their fridge filled with pictures from Gar’s old polaroid camera. It was cute and very them, and a warm place to sleep that wasn’t accompanied by the sound of your roommate and her boyfriend doing whatever the hell they got up to alone.

“Thanks again. I can’t stand another night with those two.”

Jason snorts a laugh, sitting down on the couch. “It can’t be that bad. They’re nice people.”

“Yeah, sure. But all they do is remind me of how painfully single I am.” You huff, sitting beside him.

He’s close enough that you can smell the expensive cologne he wears. He’s shown you it once, a fancy glass bottle. He’s spritzed it on your wrist and the smell lasted all day. He nods at your words, and you turn your head towards the TV to avoid his gaze.

“That guy you saw last week didn’t work out?” 

Your eyebrows furrow. Honestly, the date had been crap, and you’d forgotten about him the second you’d gone home. You’re surprised he remembers. You tell Jason about all of your romantic adventures, hoping it will have some effect on your feelings for him. It hasn't been very successful so far. And while Jason looks disinterested as he asks you, eyes focused on the movie on screen, his leg taps up and down, and he looks a little restless. You think about lying for a split second, but you can’t bring yourself to do it.

You scoff. “I haven’t spoken to him since. He was boring. And stupid.”

Jason laughs, his eyes crinkling. “That’s rude!”

“He couldn’t hold one conversation with me! Like, I asked him what his favourite book was and he said Diary of a Wimpy Kid. We are nineteen years old!” You whine, hands covering your face as Jason cackles next to you.

“So that’s all women want. A man who reads?” There's a teasing lilt to his voice and you roll your eyes.

“Well, duh. I am studying English after all. I’d like to be able to hold a conversation with him about what I do.”

“That’s a fair dealbreaker, I'll be honest.” Jason hums, resting his arm on the back of the couch, brushing your back slightly. “Is that all you’re looking for in a man?”

The TV blares quietly in the background. Some random show on the food network where the contestant currently on screen looks like they're about to drop the tiered cake in their hands. His question rings out in the room, and you know you only have a few seconds before your silence is considered awkward. But you can’t help but think his question is so suggestive. Does he want to know why out of innocent curiosity? Or does he want to know out of something else?

“Well. Obviously not.” You finally say, bringing your knees up to your chest. “But English comprehension would be nice.”

Jason snorts a laugh. “That being said. He has to be funny. And tall, at least taller than me. And he needs to be smart. And fit. Like, physically.”

Jason watches you with a small smile on his face, nodding, like he knows you're just trying to describe him in a roundabout way. You laugh, a little nervous under his gaze. You reach across the couch and grab the remote.Your arm brushes against his leg and the contact is fleeting but it makes your skin burn.

“And all these guys at uni, and you haven’t found one who fits?” 

His voice is lower when he speaks again, and when you look at him he’s looking at you so intensely. And it’s then you notice that the two of you are sitting quite close on the couch, considering it's one big enough to fit about four people. 

“Well. Yes. I- Maybe.”

He just nods again. You take a quick breath in, quickly grabbing your book from the table. “Did you finish the essay for next week?” 

Jason groans, leaning his head back on the couch. “Fuck. No. I completely forgot.”

You wave your own essay in the air. “Well. I was gonna ask you to read over mine, but. Nevermind then.” You sigh dramatically.

“Shut up. Lemme read.” He takes it out of your hand, slipping his glasses back on his face. They’re thick rimmed lenses that make him look older than he is and you love them.

You watch him as he reads, fingers playing with his bottom lip as his eyes skim over your work. Some part of you feels the tiniest bit self-conscious, because he is a hundred times smarter than you, but you know he’d never make it feel that way. Jason suddenly looks up and his eyes meet yours. You smile, face heating, as he raises an eyebrow.

“Enjoying the view, sweetheart?”

“Shut up.”

You tap the edge of your paper. “Good?”

“Great. Can you write mine too?”

You snort. “You wish.” Jason pouts and drops your paper back on the table.

“It’s fine. I’ll do it tomorrow. Right now I’m hungry.”

You sit up immediately at that. “Yes. Let’s order food.”

Jason looks back at his kitchen. “I shouldn’t. I’ve eaten takeaway every night this week, I think. It’s also,” he quickly glances at his watch, “barely half twelve. What’s even open right now?”

You groan, shaking his shoulder. “Jason, don’t be responsible! I’m here, this is like a sleepover. We need to eat something junk-foody.”

Jason just frowns. You flick the centre of his glasses and he tuts. “Hey.”

“I’ll even pay! It’s on me.” You nod and pull out your phone. You’re opening UberEats before he can protest again.

“See. Burger King is open. We love Burger King!”

“We do?”

“Yes. What do you want?”

“A whopper.”

You spend the next ten minutes deciding and then the next thirty waiting anxiously for your food. The thing with Jason, and probably the reason you like him the most, is that you can talk to him about anything. Tonight, it’s his brother Dick’s birthday party. He leans in to show you the picture on his phone, and you try not to laugh at how unhappy he looks to be photographed.

When the doorbell rings Jason runs to grab the food, before bringing it back to the two of you. It takes another twenty minutes for the two of you to finish eating, old episodes of Friends humming in the background. Sleep circles your limbs and you yawn, sipping on blue slushy that had come with your order. It’s entirely too sweet and stains your tongue blue but you keep drinking it anyway.

“I don’t know. Bruce is always asking me to come over, but. Things are still weird.”

You nod. “Yeah, I get it. But it’s good you’re trying. I-“

You're cut off suddenly by Jason yelling and pointing at your arm. You screech, dropping your slush and shooting off the couch.

“What! Oh my god, what is it?” You yell, hands rubbing at your sleeves.

“You-“ Jason tries to speak but his words are cut off by a laugh. “It was just a little bug.” 

“Jason. That is not funny! You freaked me out, look!” You whine, pointing at the now spilt slushy all over your hoodie.

“Ah, shit. Sorry, sorry.” 

He gets up and grabs some tissues and you furiously dab at your hoodie. The couch is also now blue, and you frown. “There goes my bed, too. Guess I’m sleeping on your bedroom floor today.” 

Jason perks up where he’s blotting the couch. He frowns, thinking for a moment. “You’re not sleeping on the floor, what? Take my bed.”

Your hands drop to your sides. “Well what about you?” 

“I’ll take the floor. It’s my fault you split this, anyway.” 

“It’s your bed. I’m not gonna make you sleep on the floor.”

“Well, it’s my dorm so. I think I’ll have the final say, sweetheart.” He teases. 

You bite your bottom lip, thinking, and toss the used tissues on the table. “Why don’t we just sleep together?”

The tips of Jason’s ears turn a dark red and he looks a little shell-shocked at your words, before it’s replaced by a smirk. Your face flushes too, and you quickly shake your head.

“I- Not like that, I meant- Stop laughing.” You snap. But the sight of him laughing behind his hand makes you giggle a little too.

“I just mean, like. I don’t mind sleeping in the bed with you. I just- I don’t think there’s any point in one of us sleeping on the floor, if there’s a perfectly good bed that can fit us both, you know?”

You’re well aware that you’re rambling, and the way he tilts his head and smiles at you is not helping. He gives the couch one last wipe and stands.

“Alright. That’s cool with me if it’s cool with you.  I can also get you something else to wear.” He gestures at your now blue hoodie and you smile gratefully.

You’ve been in Jason’s room once or twice, to grab something or take a call. But this time it’s different, because you’re looking at his bed and you’re going to be in it in about five minutes. You ignore the band posters plastered on his walls, the messy stacks of books all over his floor. You sit gingerly on the edge of the mattress and wait. He comes in only a moment later. He starts rummaging through his drawers and you just watch. He glances at you over his shoulder and shakes his head, huffing a laugh.

“Stop staring. You’re making me nervous.” He whispers.

“Man up.”

He throws a hoodie at you and you catch it. “You know where the bathroom is.”

You walk into the toilet and quickly get changed. You leave your old hoodie in the hamper. Jason’s one is bigger and smells like him, and you don’t see yourself giving this back anytime soon. You give yourself a quick once over in the mirror, fixing your hair and wiping mascara from under your eyes, before you head back to Jason’s room.

When you come back, Jason’s already in bed, doing something on his phone. You linger in the doorway and he looks up.

“You want a formal invitation?”

You roll your eyes and shuffle your way over. You gingerly lift up the sheets and climb in. You are so painfully aware of how close he is, your shoulders brushing as he puts his phone to the side and lays down properly. The room is silent other than the two of you breathing. Just when you're about to speak, he beats you to it.

“Night.” He whispers.

“Goodnight.”

You’re not crazy, right? This is weird. Maybe if it was Victor’s room. A boy friend who was completely platonic, it wouldn't mean anything. But you’ve felt the tension between you and Jason, the subtle flirting, the lingering touches. You know that whatever is happening between you guys is not just friendship. And you have no idea if it's just you, because Jason is breathing so evenly you think he’s fallen asleep already. 

You shuffle a little in the sheets, uncomfortable. They smell like Jason and it’s not helping to calm your thoughts down. You turn around to lay on your side, and when you do, you’re met with a face right in front of you, looking back. 

It doesn’t take long for your eyes to adjust to the darkness and this close, you can make out the spattering of freckles on the bridge of his nose, the grey hairs he’s growing at 20 that he always complains about. His eyelashes are so long, and you smile sleepily.

“Hi.” 

He smiles too. “Hi.”

“I can’t sleep.” You mumble, eyes fluttering shut. “Those burgers woke me up.”

Silence. You don't get a reply. You open your eyes again and Jason is just staring.

“Is there another bug on my face?” You joke. But he doesn't laugh.

“No. You just look so pretty right now.”

Your mouth opens to speak, but no words come out. Jason looks like he’s telling you the time of day, so casual. He lifts up his hand slightly, and brushes a strand of your hair from out your face.

“I- Thank you.”

He doesn’t say anything again. You don’t know what to say. A silence settles over the room again. The two of you just look at each other. And just when you’re about to break it, he sits up so fast it makes you jump.

“Jason, what-”

“I can’t do this, I-”

You eyebrows furrow and you sit up, watching Jason flick on the lamp on his bedside table. The room is enveloped in a soft warm light, and his hair is tousled a little, his shirt wrinkled from how quickly he got up.

“What is going on right now?” “Did you know Gar isn’t home?” He says.

You say yes, because the fact you can’t hear him yelling at COD or something else, and the fcat he didn’t come say hi, is enough clue that he’s not home. 

“Right, so. When I made you spill your slushy, which was an accident by the way, I could’ve easily just let you stay in there. He wouldn’t care.”

“Okay.” You say slowly.

“And. I didn’t. Because I knew that you wouldn’t let me sleep on the floor and i wouldn’t either, and then we’d be in this position, and I’d finally get the chance to fucking tell you how i feel.”

“How- How you feel?”

“Yes. And then I pussied out and I just said goodnight, and. And then you looked at me, and, fuck. I can’t take it anymore.”

And then Jason turns to look at you, and he looks so desperate as he grabs your hands, his skin calloused as he tightens his grip. 

“I like you. A lot. And, you know, I’d like to think I'm pretty smart, but I know I am horrible when it comes to people, at feelings. So I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to say that.”

This is a dream. There’s no way this is real, that the Jason Todd, biceps and all, is confessing to you on his bed. You want to pinch yourself because the way his thumb is rubbing soothing circles on the back of your hand is making your heart squeeze in your chest.

You watch those pretty brown eyes furrow slightly at your silence. 

“I- If you don’t feel the same way, I-”

You don’t think before you reach forward, palms grabbing his jaw and pulling him forward so you can press a kiss to his lips. And he barely waits a second before his eyes flutter closed, hands tangling in your hair to pull you impossibly closer. Your arms slide down to curve around his neck and you toy with the hair on the nape of his neck, and he groans. You finally let go and he leans his forehead on yours, kissing your nose, your cheek.

“I like you too, by the way. If the kiss wasn’t tell enough.”

He grins, boyish and handsome, and you want to kiss him again.

He sighs happily, hands slipping up the edge of his hoodie, eyes waiting for your nod of approval. When he gets it, he smiles again, pressing a kiss to your jaw.

“God, thank fuck for Lily and her boyfriend

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nia try not to write a college au mission impossible... I LOVEE JASON TODD! In my head any alternate universe hes not emo so i write him nice and cute.

thanks to all who voted in the poll! im gonna make my way through all the guys on that list so look out for it! next up will be shinsou because of a very nice commenter ;P i hope u all enjoy this, leave any fic ideas in my ask box!

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happy xmas (70s!steve harrington x fem!reader)

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summary: steve can't find a present for his girlfriend, so he asks the only other girl he knows: you. but searching for the perfect present for nancy turns into steve's chance to find the perfect present for you.

uses she/her pronouns and female anatomy.

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❅ the most wonderful time of the year ❅ the only living boy in indiana

tags: ignore that I think I messed up my own timeline, I literally do not care, fluff, mutual pining.

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recommended listening: silver joy, damien jurado

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Christmas break was a godsend this year. After your first semester in community college spent lugging textbooks from the library, and spending countless long evenings studying for exams, you needed the four blissful weeks at home. In silence. In bed.

Which is where you were, snuggled under a heavy pile of your warmest blankets pulled from the linen closet when the first snow fell—when the silence of your warm little home was interrupted by an incessant clanging. You shot up in bed, immediately craning to peer through your fogged-up bedroom window.

Your parents weren't due home until this evening. They still had to work, the poor bastards—but you had the whole place to yourself until then. And you planned on spending it alternating between your bed and the couch, where you'd spend an hour browsing through the TV guide for Christmas specials before deciding on one. Simply because you had absolutely nowhere to be and absolutely nothing to do.

Steve, on the other hand, did.

You huffed at the sight of him bounding down the front steps, kicking up tufts of snow as he went. He found the top of your head in the window and waved a gloved hand, beckoning you down. You groaned, fitfully kicking the covers to the end of your bed to march toward the window.

"Steve, I swear to God. I told you I'm having a day at home," you called down to him once the window was open.

The afternoon sun blared down on his wind-bitten cheeks, turned a rosy shade of pink. The wind billowed through his chestnut hair and pushed it off his forehead. God, he needed a new coat. New gloves, too. You spotted holes in both items, but knew well enough how much Steve cared about that wool-lined suede coat. Maybe your gift would be mending it for him. But lord knew how material Steve could be.

He cinched his brows together and cupped his hands over his eyes as he called up to you. "But I'm havin' a crisis! You have to help me."

Your fingers were catching cold curled over the windowsill, sitting in piles of icicles and last night's snow. In only the pajamas you went to bed in, you were in no place to stand in the open window and argue.

"Jesus," you huffed. "Just...come up, I gotta get changed."

You pulled back into your bedroom and shimmied the window shut with a rusty shriek. Steve grinned and jogged up the front steps toward the door. You scowled as you threw the covers over your rumpled bed, knowing you would not be enjoying the comfort and warmth of those clean sheets today like you'd hoped.

Instead, you discarded your pajamas and tugged on a pair of jeans and a sweater as Steve slammed the front door and headed upstairs.

"Okay, so—" Steve flung the door open and flopped on the end of your bed, boots discarded downstairs. "—I've been to like every store in town and I cannot find a present for Nancy."

You dropped the balled up socks in your hand and turned around, eyes narrowed at the boy hunched on your bed. "I am not going Christmas shopping for your girlfriend."

The pink returned to Steve's cheeks, eyes rounded like dough balls. "What? Come on, you're the only other girl I know!"

You scoffed, sitting on the carpet to roll your socks on. "That is not true."

He huffed, playing with the loose strings on his gloved fingers. "Well, no, but...you're the only one who can, like, help me. You and Nancy are really similar, you'll know what she likes!"

You adjusted the seam over your toes and glanced at Steve in your periphery. He truly did sound desperate. But that didn't change the fact that you'd have to spend the day you set aside to sleep and relax shopping for another girl. Steve's girlfriend, no less. The girl you weren't sure was right for your best friend anyway. Never mind the fact that she was a total priss, you were pretty sure she had feelings for another guy.

And Steve, with all his jealousy and possession issues, didn't seem to see it.

"We are not alike," you mumbled, plucking at the cotton of your socks.

"Whatever," Steve huffed. "Just...can you help me? It's gotta be something nice."

A deep breath ballooned in your chest. When you released it, it flung the hair out of your eyes. Steve watched you intently, socked foot bouncing on the floor. The wood beneath it squeaked in that spot, and the carpet muffled the sound to morph it into a groan.

You pushed off the floor and crossed your arms. "Fine. But you're buying me a pretzel at the mall. And a Pepsi."

Steve leapt to his feet, gloved hands outstretched to grab you by the shoulders. The grin on his face nuzzled into your cheek where he pressed a loud kiss.

"Yes, thank you. I'll buy you two! Okay, come on, come on."

He rushed the open door and hurried back downstairs for his boots. You sighed, pulling your discarded gloves and earmuffs from their place on your dresser.

"Come onnn!" Steve called from the bottom of the steps.

"Oh my god, I'm coming!"

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"You know, why did you wait until two days before Christmas to ask me to help you, Steve?"

The pretzel you made Steve buy you before you even stepped foot into a store was perfectly soft and buttery. The salt tingled on your tongue beautifully, and it was almost enough to help smooth the irritation this whole dilemma caused.

Except it was two days before Christmas and the mall was packed. You had to shuffle through hordes of people and you were already sweating through your layers. Someone nearly pushed you near the candy store and a little girl sneezed on your shoes.

The pretzel was simply not enough to save you from all that.

"I thought I could find somethin' by myself." Steve shrugged, taking a sip of the Pepsi.

He got a large so you could share, but he was hogging most of it.

"What, nothing said Nancy to you?"

The pair of you rounded the corner near Orange Julius, where blenders whirred over the jingle of Christmas music emitting from Sears. The fluorescent lights were warmed with giant globes of soft white light and the trees of multi-colored bulbs. They had tinsel and garland and ornaments everywhere, and if you weren't so upset with Steve, you might've found it wonderful. Sears was your happy place, after all.

So if Nancy really was like you, she'd find something worthy of Christmas there, too.

"Not really. She's very....particular."

"Mm," you hummed, ripping off another bite of your pretzel. "Do you think I'm particular then?"

Steve shot you a look, brow quirked. "No, you're picky. There's a big difference."

"I am not!" you gasped, shoving at his padded arm. "I just...like what I like."

"Yeah. You're high maintenance."

You scowled into your pretzel, reaching over to snatch the Pepsi cup from his hand. "Hey."

"No, it's okay. It's what makes you, you," he assured, looping his arm around your shoulders to give you a shake, tucked into his side.

You huffed, attaching your mouth to the chewed-up straw. Steve's anxious affliction came in the form of an oral fixation, usually attached to a cigarette between his lips.

"I don't know how you put up with me," you droned dryly.

Steve chuckled, giving you a squeeze with his arm. "Ah, you're alright."

In Sears, you let Steve hold the Pepsi again as you roamed the aisles. You steered clear of appliances entirely, knowing Nancy likely didn't use hot rollers and certainly didn't need a blender for Christmas. You headed to the clothing department first, knowing from the catalog that came a few weeks ago that they had a pretty good selection this year.

"So, what's your budget, Harrington?"

Steve leaned against a stand and shrugged. "Dunno, whatever."

You raised a brow, peering at him over the neck of an argyle cable knit. "Oh, fancy man with his big boy job, huh?"

Steve rolled his eyes, gnawing on the straw again. "Whatever."

You folded the sweater and placed it back on the table, pulling the gloves off your fingers with your teeth. You tucked them in your coat pocket and moved onto the next table, peering through the selection of fabrics and options. Steve followed quietly, glancing casually but absently. You pulled the Pepsi from his hands when the straw chewing became loud.

"What about this?" he asked, pulling a fuzzy pink sweater up like roadkill, plucked between two fingers. "You think she'd like this?"

You hid your smile behind a sip of Pepsi. "Um...I guess, yeah."

"Well...would you wear it?" Steve held it out by the shoulders, letting the sweater hang loose.

You looked it over, tipping your head. "Probably not. But I don't really wear pink, I think Nancy does."

"Oh, right."

Steve placed it back on the table in a rumpled ball. You huffed, shoving the cup against his chest.

"What are you, a heathen? Fold it, Harrington, Jesus."

He was quiet a moment, watching you fluff and fold an item you didn’t plan to buy.

"Are you sure you don't wear pink?"

"Have you seen me wear pink?"

Hearing his sharp intake of know-it-all breath, you whirled around and added an addendum. "After the age of seven?"

Steve closed his mouth. You plucked the cup from his hand and flashed a tight-lipped smile.

"Exactly. Come on, let's go over here."

He followed you across the snow-slicked tile, boots squeaking as he went. He watched you pause and tip your head at a brown coat in the men's section, only to turn back toward the women's. He eyed it as he followed you blindly.

"What about you?"

You felt the sleeve of a plum-colored cardigan. "What about me?"

"What do you like getting for Christmas?"

You tossed him a bewildered glance. "You know I love my Mrs. Harrington popcorn tin every year."

Steve chuckled, twisting the plastic straw of the Pepsi cup between two fingers. "Yeah, but...I don't know, what's one thing you've always really wanted, but never got?"

You watched him twist the straw, and hung the sweater back on the rack. "Um...I don't know."

"Oh, come on. Like...you know I've always wanted that one super rare press of The Stones'—"

"Yes, Steve, I know."

Steve ignored your eye roll, taking one large step forward toward the jewelry case you were peering into. “Well, so, what’s your rare press? The one thing you really want?”

You glanced at him through your lashes, head still angled toward the array of rings and bracelets. Your cheeks illuminated by the fluorescents, fingers collecting the glimmer of a strand of lit garland wrapped around the glass of the jewelry case—it all suddenly made Steve begin gnawing at the Pepsi straw again.

"Why are you asking me this?"

Steve huffed, leaning back against the warm case until you pushed him off. "Jesus, is it so hard for you to answer one question?"

You straightened up again and stepped away from the jewelry. Nancy seemed like a jewelry girl, but you were becoming increasingly more frustrated in your search—though at this point, your eyes were simply grazing items. Everything that piqued your interest didn't seem like something Nancy was worthy of. And the mere thought of your spite for the girl gave you pause.

So, how could Steve be so sweet in this moment when you were standing there plotting revenge on Nancy Wheeler through means of shitty Christmas gifts?

"Fine," you mumbled. "Um...you know that I always think it's the thought that counts—"

"God," Steve groaned, tipping his head back dramatically as he followed you into the next department. "Okay, Mother Teresa."

Your elbow jammed into his side and caused Steve to yelp. "I mean it! Sure, I might be particular—"

"Picky—"

"—but just the thought of someone thinking of me, or having me in mind when they find something...that's what makes a gift special. You know? Like when you went to that bookstore in Indianapolis and got me that journal. You didn't get it because you knew I wanted it, you got it because it made you think of me."

Steve swallowed, grinding his teeth over the flimsy plastic of the straw. You twirled a coat around on its hanger and inspected the back. As your hand swept over the tweed, Steve felt the bite of pretzel he took crawling its way back up.

"So..." He tapped his tongue against the roof of his mouth, tasting the sweetness lining his cheeks. God, was he gonna be sick because of this?

And what was this? He knew it wasn't the normal, platonic ache all best friends of any gender felt. He knew it was abnormal, actually, to listen to you speak and suddenly feel so overcome with something that it made him want to flee. But what was that something?

It certainly couldn't be what he was thinking.

"Your rare press is...something thoughtful?"

You giggled, hanging the coat back up. The metal hanger shrieked over the rack. "No, I guess if I had to have a rare press, it'd be one of my grandma's handmade blankets. She made one for my mom and all her siblings when they went off to college or moved out, and...I don't know, I guess I'm still sad I'll never get my own now that she's gone."

When Steve only hummed, you turned to find him leaning against a tinsel-wrapped column near the aisle.

"I guess that's something thoughtful, too," you added.

Steve had the straw back in his mouth again, and he bobbed his head affirmatively. You turned away and scanned the store before you. You suddenly couldn't be here any longer, and when a bit of yellow caught your eye, you rushed for it.

It was a soft sweater, with embroidered flowers on the sleeves and tortoise shell buttons. You pulled one from the table and held it out to Steve, who had just caught up to you from across the store.

"What—"

"—here. Nancy looks nice in yellow. Something thoughtful, too."

Steve took the bundle of yellow in his grasp. You took the Pepsi cup, now mangled by his teeth and crushed by his hand, and took a sip through the gnawed opening.

"Come on, let's go pay. The lines are wrapped around already."

⊹₊ ˚‧︵‿₊୨୧₊‿︵‧ ˚ ₊⊹⊹₊ ˚‧︵‿₊୨୧₊‿︵‧ ˚ ₊⊹⊹₊ ˚‧⊹₊ ˚‧︵‿₊୨୧₊‿ ˚

⊹₊ ˚ ₊⊹ christmas eve. ⊹₊ ˚ ₊⊹

You watched through the fog of your living room window as Steve's BMW pulled into his driveway. He wore his nicer coat that day, buttoned snugly against his throat. At the passenger side, he offered his hand to an equally-bundled Nancy, dark curls billowing in the afternoon breeze. Their breaths echoed whitely against the grey sky, noses and cheeks already wind-whipped pink.

You let the curtains fall back into place when they disappeared through his front door.

"Honey, want to help me hang the popcorn?" your mother asked, holding a strand of popcorn and cranberry garland between two hands.

You pressed your socked feet into the carpet and met her near the tree. "Sure, mom."

And every walk around the tree to fix an ornament or fluff a branch, or tread to the dining room for a cube of cheese from the platter your parents set out for their friends later, came with a glance through the window toward Steve's house.

So, when the cheese began to curdle in your stomach, and the sound of Christmas carols crackling through your father's record player was not enough to distract you from what was going on next door, you went into the living room and peeked around the corner.

"Hey, mom? I think I'm gonna go lie down. Wake me when everyone's here?"

Your mother looked up from the tin of ornaments she was rifling through, placed on the floor at her knees. She had on her nicest tweed dress and white blouse, hair twisted and pinned neatly at the back of her head. The Christmas party was your parents' favorite event of the year. You wouldn't miss it out of heartache—but your body was calling you to bed.

"Oh, okay, sweetheart. Are you feeling alright?"

You nodded, flashing your most convincing smile. "Yeah, just tired from all that shopping yesterday. I'll see you guys in a bit."

And you crawled into bed, even in your dress. Tight-clad feet wiggled near the edge of the bed, nestled beneath the pile of blankets you abandoned yesterday. Their warmth weighed down on you blissfully. The crackle of your father's record player and the choir of the Christmas carols faded in the distance. The howl of the wind grew quiet as the afternoon lulled. It only whispered, softly, through the bareness of the trees and the cracks in your window.

Before you shut your eyes, you looked off toward the glass. The center fogged with the kiss between radiator heat and the frozen world outside. Snow gathered around the edges like lace border. From this angle, you could see only the spindly edges of the tree branch tops. How snow sat like dollops of whipped cream on their ends.

The world was quiet, cold, and empty. And it was exactly what you needed.

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Steve came when you were fast asleep. He knocked on the front door with a gloved fist, keeping his sloppily-wrapped gift behind his back. The grin on his face slipped when the door opened to your mother, who winced with a finger to her lips.

"Hi, Steven."

"Hi, Sandra. Is she around?"

"She's sleeping," she whispered, giving another wince.

Steve nodded, smile absent now. "Oh, okay. Um...do you mind if I just put this outside her door?"

Your mother looked at the lumpy shape in Steve's hands, wrapped in shiny red paper and a golden bow. Her wincing ceased instantly and she perked up with a grin.

"Oh, how lovely, Steven. You're such a sweet boy, you know?"

Steve chuckled, cheeks burning.

"You sure you don't want to just wait, give it to her tomorrow?" she asked.

Steve placed both hands around the present, gnawing on the inside of his cheek as he gazed down. "Um...no, that's okay. Kind of wanted her to have it tonight, and we're going to my grandparents' in a bit."

"Well, alright. Come on in, you can head up."

Steve thanked your mother and stepped inside. He shook his boots off on the mat and unlaced them quickly. He shook your father's hand, complimented the festivities of your home's first floor, and tiptoed toward the staircase.

The hallway darkened near your bedroom. He paused outside of the door, listening to the sounds of your home for a moment. Your parents conversing downstairs over the jazzy toot of a Christmas song. The heater rattling a little at the end of the hall. You gave no sign of life on the other side of the door.

So, Steve found himself opening it. Quietly, knowing it tended to whine on the hinges at a certain distance. He opened it just enough to slip through, and then found himself standing there. In the center of your bedroom, socked feet weighing down the carpet. You used to draw shapes in the fibers when you were younger, lying on your stomachs with your feet kicking behind you. You'd write each other messages in the pink, giggling when you guessed them exactly.

In your bed— cheek squished against a plaid pillow, hair fussed about, mouth open to breathe softly—you looked just like that little girl again. The one who called him Stevie. The one he spent afternoons that felt like years with.

It's strange how different time felt when you were children. How much more if it you had. How simple and unperverted it was, not yet burdened with the difficulties of life and that odd, aching feeling.

As Steve placed the lumpy present wrapped messily in red at the foot of your bed, he imagined that little girl opening it when she woke, and the smile on her face that he would never see.

It left him with an even bigger ache in his chest as he slipped back into the hallway and headed down for his boots.

But it would have pleased him to know that when you woke at four o'clock, and your bedroom was nearly dark with evening, you shuffled to sit and stared at that red present in wonder. You brought it to your lap and ran your finger over the scratchy glitter of the bright, gold bow.

There was a sticky note taped to the top, complete with what you instantly recognized as Steve's scraggly handwriting.

Your rare press.

— Steve

You chuckled softly, and tore the paper as carefully as you could. Before all of it had even been removed, goosebumps traveled beneath the sleeves of your dress. A gasp left your mouth, and you discarded the paper toward the other side of your bed to leave only your rare press in your hands.

Stripes of purple—an array of dark to light, boysenberry, violet, mauve, lavender—wove through gaps the size of tiny, feminine fingers. It was soft and heavy in your palms, exactly the weight of the one strewn over the couch in the living room. With the wavy edges of a Harrington afghan, seen in the many rooms touched by his grandmother.

Though yours was gone, Steve had one that loved to offer her magic hand.

You brought the blanket to your chest and hugged it close. Wonderfully, it smelled like Steve.

Leftover Winston, a warm amber musk, and the woodsy pine of a Christmas tree.

It was enough to make you get out of bed and lay the layers of blankets neatly. And folded just-so over the end of your mattress, you placed your purple present for all to see.

And it smelled wonderfully of Steve.

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How Handtufted Hospitality Carpets Redefine Modern Hotel Interiors

Modern hotel interiors are no longer just about functionality; they are designed to create memorable experiences and evoke emotions. From luxurious lobbies to serene guest rooms, every element plays a vital role in shaping the ambiance and identity of the space. Among these elements, handtufted carpets have emerged as a transformative feature, redefining the look and feel of modern hotel interiors. Combining aesthetic appeal, practicality, and customization, these carpets have become a cornerstone in the hospitality industry.

The Unique Appeal of Hand tufting in Carpets

Hand tufting is a meticulous process where artisans use a handheld tool to weave yarn into a pre-designed canvas. This technique allows for intricate patterns, rich textures, and vibrant colors, resulting in highly customizable floor coverings. Unlike machine-made or hand-knotted alternatives, these carpets balance quality with efficiency, making them a popular choice for the hospitality industry.

Customization for Hospitality Spaces

One of the greatest advantages of this carpet style is its flexibility in design. Hotels often need unique patterns that reflect their brand identity or complement specific interior themes. From bold geometric designs for modern lobbies to softer, calming patterns for guest rooms, these carpets cater to every need. The ability to incorporate custom colors, shapes, and even branding elements, such as logos, ensures that the flooring becomes an integral part of the overall aesthetic.

Beyond aesthetics, they can be tailored to fit specific dimensions and layouts, making them suitable for everything from grand ballrooms to cozy lounge areas. This adaptability allows hotels to achieve a cohesive look across different spaces.

Enhancing Guest Comfort

Guests expect a sense of luxury and comfort during their stay, and soft, plush floor coverings contribute significantly to this experience. Thick piles and rich textures not only provide a tactile sensation of warmth underfoot but also create a sense of opulence in both public and private spaces. Whether used in the grand lobby or an intimate suite, these carpets add a welcoming touch that guests notice and appreciate.

Durability for High-Traffic Areas

Hotels experience constant movement, with hundreds or even thousands of people passing through their corridors and communal areas daily. This high level of activity demands flooring solutions that are resilient and long-lasting. Products crafted using handtufting techniques are often made with high-quality materials such as wool, silk, or durable synthetic fibers. These materials ensure the carpets maintain their beauty and structure even in the busiest areas.

Moreover, their construction method allows them to resist common wear and tear, such as matting or fading, ensuring they remain a worthwhile investment for years to come.

Noise Reduction and Acoustics

Managing sound is crucial in creating a peaceful and relaxing environment for hotel guests. Carpets for hotels are known for their excellent noise-absorbing properties, and those created through hand tufting are particularly effective due to their density and quality. By reducing echoes and muffling footsteps, these carpets contribute to a quieter atmosphere, especially in areas like guest rooms, conference halls, and spa zones.

Defining and Transforming Spaces

In large, open areas such as lobbies or banquet halls, these carpets can be used strategically to define zones without the need for physical barriers. For example, distinct patterns or color schemes can visually separate a seating area from a reception desk, creating a sense of organization and flow. This subtle zoning adds both practicality and elegance to a space.

A Sustainable Choice

As the hospitality industry embraces sustainability, hand-tufted carpets are gaining popularity for their eco-friendly production options. Many are made from natural materials like wool, which is renewable and biodegradable. Additionally, the controlled production process minimizes waste, aligning with green initiatives in modern hotel design.

Low Maintenance and Longevity

Though luxurious, these carpets are designed to be practical. They keep looking nice for years if you take good care of them, which includes vacuuming frequently and hiring a cleaner sometimes. Their sturdy construction and resistance to wear make them a dependable choice for spaces that demand both beauty and functionality.

Transforming the Guest Experience

Every detail in a hotel contributes to the overall guest experience, and thoughtfully chosen carpets are no exception. Their visual appeal, tactile comfort, and ability to complement other design elements create a cohesive and inviting environment. For guests, this translates into refined, luxurious, and memorable spaces.

Conclusion

Hand-tufted hospitality carpets are more than just floor coverings; they are an integral part of modern hotel interiors, shaping the aesthetic and functional aspects of the space. Their combination of luxury, durability, and customization makes them an invaluable asset for the hospitality industry.

These carpets are redefining hospitality interiors by enhancing guest comfort, supporting sustainability efforts, and providing unmatched design flexibility. As hotels continue seeking innovative ways to stand out, the demand for such tailored, high-quality solutions will surely grow.

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Exploring Creative Crafts: Pottery Classes, Turkish Hand-Painted Ceramics, Punch Needle Embroidery

The world of arts and crafts offers endless opportunities to explore creativity and master new skills. In Hong Kong and beyond, activities such as 陶瓷班 (pottery classes), 土耳其手繪陶瓷 (Turkish hand-painted ceramics), 戳戳绣 (punch needle embroidery), and 手工地毯 (handmade rugs) have become increasingly popular, allowing individuals to immerse themselves in traditional crafts with a modern twist. These activities not only provide a relaxing escape but also offer the chance to create beautiful, lasting pieces.

陶瓷班 (pottery classes) have long been a favorite for people looking to explore the art of clay. From beginners to experienced artists, pottery classes provide a hands-on opportunity to shape and mold clay into functional or decorative items. Learning how to throw clay on the wheel or mold it by hand is a rewarding process that allows individuals to create unique, personalized pieces, such as vases, bowls, or sculptures. These classes offer a chance to experiment with different techniques and glazes, giving participants the freedom to express their creativity through ceramics.

One fascinating craft that continues to captivate enthusiasts is 土耳其手繪陶瓷 (Turkish hand-painted ceramics). Known for their vibrant colors and intricate designs, Turkish ceramics are celebrated for their beauty and craftsmanship. Whether you're interested in learning the traditional methods of Turkish ceramic painting or simply want to appreciate the artistry behind these pieces, this craft is a great way to dive into the world of cultural art. Hand-painting ceramic plates, bowls, or tiles allows for a deep connection with the rich history of Turkish artisans, while also adding a touch of elegance to any home décor.

Another craft that has gained traction is 戳戳绣 (punch needle embroidery), a form of needlework that creates textured, looped designs on fabric. Punch needle embroidery is a fun and relatively easy craft that involves pushing thread or yarn through fabric to create raised, fluffy patterns. With its soft, tactile finish, this technique is perfect for making decorative items such as cushions, wall hangings, or even clothing embellishments. It offers a great way to unwind while working on intricate designs, and the final products are both practical and beautiful.

For those interested in textiles, 手工地毯 (handmade rugs) offer a creative and fulfilling challenge. Handmade rugs, whether small accent pieces or large statement carpets, are crafted using various techniques such as weaving, knotting, or tufting. The process of making a rug from scratch is intricate and time-consuming, but the result is a one-of-a-kind piece that adds warmth and character to any space. Many artisans around the world continue to preserve traditional rug-making techniques, and learning these methods through workshops or classes allows participants to contribute to this timeless art form.

These creative pursuits, from pottery and ceramics to embroidery and rug-making, provide an enriching way to explore different cultures, develop artistic skills, and produce beautiful handcrafted items. Whether you're looking to take up a new hobby, learn about traditional crafts, or create custom pieces for your home, these activities offer something for everyone. By participating in 陶瓷班 (pottery classes) or discovering the art of 土耳其手繪陶瓷 (Turkish hand-painted ceramics), 戳戳绣 (punch needle embroidery), or 手工地毯 (handmade rugs), you can enjoy the satisfaction of bringing your creative visions to life.

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The Art of Handmade Rugs: What to Look for When Buying

Handmade rugs are more than just floor coverings; they are pieces of art that carry the legacy of ancient craftsmanship. Each rug tells a story through its intricate designs, vibrant colors, and meticulous weaving techniques. When buying a handmade rug, it's essential to know what to look for to ensure you are investing in a high-quality piece that will last for generations. Here are some key factors to consider:

Material Quality

The quality of the materials used in a Buy Handmade Rugs significantly impacts its durability and appearance. The most common materials are wool, silk, and cotton. Wool is prized for its durability, softness, and natural stain resistance. Silk rugs are known for their luxurious sheen and intricate designs, but they are more delicate. Cotton is often used in the foundation of the rug. When examining a rug, feel the texture of the fibers and check for any signs of wear or damage.

Knot Density

Knot density, measured in knots per square inch (KPSI), is a crucial indicator of a rug's quality. A higher knot density generally means a more detailed and durable rug. Rugs with a high KPSI can take months or even years to complete, reflecting the skill and dedication of the weaver. While higher knot density often correlates with higher quality, it's essential to balance this with the rug's overall design and purpose.

Design and Pattern

The design and pattern of a handmade rug are often influenced by the region where it was made. Persian, Turkish, and Moroccan rugs, for example, each have distinct styles and motifs. handmade rug craftsmanship When choosing a rug, consider the aesthetic appeal and how it fits with your decor. Look for symmetry and consistency in the design, as well as the clarity of the patterns. Handmade rugs often feature unique, one-of-a-kind designs that add character and charm to any space.

Color and Dye

The colors in a handmade rug can tell you a lot about its quality and authenticity. Natural dyes, derived from plants, minerals, and insects, are preferred for their rich, vibrant hues and ability to age gracefully. Synthetic dyes, while more affordable, Rugs manufacturers in india may fade over time. To test the colorfastness, gently rub a damp cloth over a small area of the rug. If the color transfers, it may indicate the use of lower-quality dyes.

Weaving Technique

The weaving technique used in a handmade rug affects its texture, durability, and overall appearance. Common techniques include hand-knotting, hand-tufting, and flat-weaving. Hand-knotted rugs are the most labor-intensive and valuable, with each knot tied individually. contemporary rug design Hand-tufted rugs are quicker to produce and less expensive but may not last as long. Flat-woven rugs, such as kilims, have no pile and are reversible, making them versatile and easy to maintain.

Origin and Authenticity

The origin of a handmade rug can provide insights into its quality and craftsmanship. Rugs from renowned weaving regions like Persia (Iran), Turkey, and India are highly sought after . Handmade carpets online When buying a rug, ask for information about its origin and the weaver or workshop that produced it. Authentic handmade rugs often come with a certificate of authenticity or a label indicating their origin.

Condition and Maintenance

Before purchasing a handmade rug, carefully inspect it for any signs of damage, such as holes, fraying, or discoloration. While some wear is expected in antique rugs, extensive damage can affect the rug's value and longevity. Additionally, consider the maintenance requirements of the rug. Wool rugs are relatively easy to clean and maintain, while silk rugs require more delicate care.

Price and Investment

Handmade rugs can vary significantly in price, depending on factors like material, knot density, size, and origin. While it's possible to find affordable options, high-quality handmade rugs are often a significant investment. Consider your budget and the long-term value of the rug. A well-made handmade rug can appreciate in value over time and become a cherished heirloom.

Conclusion

Buying a handmade rug is an investment in art, culture, and craftsmanship. By paying attention to material quality, knot density, design, color, weaving technique, origin, condition, and price, you can ensure that you are purchasing a rug that will enhance your home and stand the test of time. Whether you are a seasoned collector or a first-time buyer, understanding these factors will help you make an informed decision and appreciate the beauty and artistry of handmade rugs.

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Type of Rugs: Hand-Knotted Wool Rugs vs. Hand-Tufted Rugs

Have you ever thought about the difference between rugs that look expensive but don't last as long and ones that feel soft but don't last as long? Hand-tufted and best quality of a hand knotted wool rugs are examples of rugs that are made with a lot of skill. Even though these floor covers look a lot alike at first glance, they are not the same in important ways that affect how they look, how long they last, and how much they are worth. Let's take a closer look at these lovely hand-knotted rugs to find out what makes them special.

Understand Hand-Knotted Wool Rugs

Wool mats that are made by hand are the best example of expert workmanship. Expert weavers tie each knot by hand, one at a time, to create a strong and complex weave. These rugs are made to last and are of excellent quality. As loved keepsakes, they are often passed down from one family to the next.

People know that handmade rugs are thick and last a long time. A carpet that lasts a long time is made by sewing each knot tightly into a strong base. Hand-knotted rugs look great in any room because they have a deep, rich texture. They are always a good choice for people with great taste.

How Hand-Made Rugs Are Made

Hand-tufted rugs, on the other hand, are a cheap way to make your home look nice without losing style. A tufting gun is used to make sure that these rugs don't have any knots. The pattern is made by quickly pulling yarn through a background of fabric. While hand-tufted carpets aren't as delicate as hand-knotted rugs, they more than make up for them with their style and versatility.

How To Judge Quality And Durability

Wool mats that are hand-knotted are the best when it comes to quality and durability. Hand-knotted rugs last a lifetime because the knots are so tight and strong, but the process takes a lot of time and work. These rugs are great for places that get a lot of foot traffic because they last a long time and don't damage easily.

Advice On How To Pick The Right Area Rug

Rugs made of wool that are knotted by hand or tufted? This will depend on your income, your personal style, and what you plan to do with the rug. Buy a hand-knotted wool rug that will last a long time. Because it is well-made, it is a good buy for people who care about sturdiness and life.

Conclusion

When it comes to interior design, the choice between hand-tufted and hand-knotted wool rugs comes down to price and quality. Hand-tufted carpets look better and can be used for more than one thing, but hand-knotted wool rugscost more and last longer.

Want to buy the best handmade rugs? If yes, you can buy it for them from Art De Rug. To buy the best quality rugs, you can shop from artderug.com today! Reach out to us and explore the rugs like never before.

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Why Do People Love Hand Tufted Rugs More Than Anything Else?

Recently, hand tufted rugs have gained more popularity among consumers compared to traditional hand-woven rugs. Hand tufted rugs from Hand Tufted rugs Exporters India are of higher quality compared to rugs made from the machine. These rugs are made from top-quality materials and are available in different colors and patterns. Keep reading this blog to know the reasons to buy this rug over others!

How is a hand-tufted rug made?

The process involved in making hand-tufted rugs is entirely different from hand-woven rugs. This kind of rug is made using a tufting gun. The tufting gun is used to trace designs and then punches yarn via canvas or healthy cloth. Cotton is one of the common tufting materials, but manufacturers use other materials and natural fibres like jute and linen.

Upon completing tufting, the tufted rug is removed from the frame and adhesive is applied to the rug’s backside. It helps stabilize the yarn tufts, and thus, it does not fall out and stick on the floor properly. The entire process takes less than a day to complete and creates the texture of the tinny loops instead of knots.

Reasons makes people love hand-tufted rug

Hand-tufted rugs last longer when it is maintained properly. Moreover, the longevity of the rugs depends on the area of use, cleaning intervals, material used and foot traffic. The quality of adhesive utilized in the foundation is also vital in ensuring the rug's longevity. While buying rugs from the reputed Hand Tufted Carpet Exporters, you can enjoy its benefits for a long time. It also protects your floor greatly and adds aesthetic value to your space.

Due to the faster production, hand tufted carpets are highly affordable. You can purchase it from the exporter within your budget easily. With an adequate cleaning routine, you can keep it for a long year. It means you are not required to spend on the carpet repeatedly. It assists you save more money in the long duration.

Hand tufted rugs can be placed on any floor. For instance, it is a perfect decorative piece when placed on the hardwood floors. If you place hand tufted rugs in the high-traffic area, it keeps the place dirt free. But, the lifespan will reduce. You can place this rug under sofas, chairs and dining tables to decorate. Large tufted rugs look like a perfect flooring addition to the bigger place. Different patterns, designs and colors are also available to buy something that fits your needs.

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Top Leading Carpet Suppliers in Saudi, UAE

One should never undervalue the significance of premium carpets in designing beautiful and welcoming interiors. In addition to adding to a room's visual appeal, carpets offer insulation and comfort. Greenhawk is a well-known brand as the leading carpet supplier in Saudi Arabia, United Arab Emirates (UAE).

Reason to choose Greenhawk as leading carpet supplier

With a broad selection of carpet alternatives and a dedication to quality, Greenhawk has become the area's go-to source for carpet solutions.

Unmatched Selection of Products

Greenhawk is pleased to be a leading carpet supplier which provides a wide range of carpet flooring options to suit different preferences and needs. Customers will have an abundance of options with Greenhawk' s selection, which includes hand-tufted rugs, broadloom carpets, modular tiles, and the newest developments in carpet design. Because of their partnerships with well-known businesses, they are able to offer the best items that adhere to global standards.

Quality and Durability

Greenhawk is aware of how crucial carpet durability is, particularly in areas with heavy foot traffic in businesses. They make their carpets so they can endure high traffic and yet look good. Greenhawk's carpets are long-lasting, guaranteed to provide its clients with long-term satisfaction in any type of business setting—offices, hotels, retail stores, and so on.

Customization & Bespoke Solutions

Greenhawk provides bespoke and customizable carpet solutions, understanding that every project has different needs. They collaborate extensively with their customers to fully grasp their goals before creating custom carpets that blend in with the entire scheme. Greenhawk stands out for their individualized approach, which enables them to provide carpets that precisely match the client's practical requirements and aesthetic preferences.

Dedication to Sustainability

Greenhawk is a proponent of sustainable methods in addition to being a market leading carpet supplier. They make sure that their carpets have as little of an environmental impact as possible by giving priority to eco-friendly materials and production techniques. Greenhawk encourages responsible consumption and supports the green revolution in the business by providing carpets made with sustainable energy.

Superb goods and Service

Being the leading carpet supplier, Greenhawk offers more than just great goods. From the first consultation until installation, their team of skilled experts provides professional advice and assistance. They can help clients make judgments and get the necessary outcomes because of their extensive understanding of carpets and industry trends.

Client happiness and Success Stories

 Greenhawk's long record of accomplished projects demonstrates their dedication to achieving client happiness. Their carpets have graced high-end areas in Saudi Arabia and the United Arab Emirates, such as business headquarters, lodging facilities, academic institutions, and medical centers. The glowing reviews and endorsements from their contented customers attest to Greenhawk's dependability, excellence, and capacity for keeping their word.

Conclusion

When it comes to finding the leading carpet supplier in Saudi Arabia and the UAE, look no further than Greenhawk. Their wide range of high-quality carpets, commitment to sustainability, customization options, and exceptional service make them the preferred choice for commercial spaces. With Greenhawk, you can transform your interiors into inviting and inspiring environments that leave a lasting impression.

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Premium Hospitality Carpets and Hand Tufted Rugs from Dubai’s Leading Suppliers

When it comes to enhancing the elegance and comfort of hospitality spaces, the choice of carpets and rugs plays a pivotal role. The right flooring not only adds to the aesthetic appeal but also offers durability and functionality. Our premium hospitality carpets and hand tufted rugs from Dubai's leading suppliers are designed to meet these exact needs.

Why Choose Hospitality Carpets?

Hospitality carpets are specifically crafted to withstand high traffic while maintaining their luxurious look. These carpets are ideal for hotels, restaurants, and other hospitality venues where the first impression matters. They come in various styles and patterns, allowing you to choose a design that perfectly matches your interior decor. From contemporary chic to timeless classics, the options are endless.

The Charm of Handmade Rugs

There's something inherently unique and charming about handmade rugs. Each piece is a work of art, crafted with precision and care by skilled artisans. These rugs bring a touch of authenticity and luxury to any space. They are perfect for adding warmth and character to your hospitality environment. The intricate designs and superior craftsmanship of handmade rugs make them a standout feature in any room.

The Elegance of Hand Tufted Rugs

Hand tufted rugs offer a beautiful blend of aesthetics and functionality. These rugs are made using a tufting gun, which allows for intricate designs and patterns. Hand tufted rugs are known for their plush feel and durability, making them an excellent choice for high-traffic areas in hospitality settings. Their versatility in design means you can find the perfect rug to complement any decor style, from modern to traditional.

Why Choose Carpets Suppliers in Dubai?

Dubai is renowned for its luxury and high-quality products, and carpets suppliers in Dubai are no exception. They offer a wide range of hospitality carpets, handmade rugs, and hand tufted rugs that cater to diverse tastes and requirements. These suppliers are committed to providing superior products that combine beauty, durability, and functionality. Partnering with Dubai's leading suppliers ensures that you receive top-notch products that enhance your hospitality space's overall look and feel.

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In addition to our extensive selection, we offer personalized consultations to help you choose the perfect pieces for your environment. Our team of experts understands the unique demands of hospitality settings and will guide you in selecting carpets and rugs that not only enhance the visual appeal of your space but also withstand high traffic and rigorous use. With options for custom sizes, colors, and designs, our products can be tailored to fit seamlessly into any interior theme, ensuring a cohesive and inviting atmosphere for your guests.

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Enhance Your Space with Hand-Tufted Rugs from Mahesh Exports

Rugs are an essential part of interior design, and hand-tufted rugs are a great choice for those who want a luxurious and stylish addition to their home. If you're finding high-quality rugs, look no further than Mahes Exports, a leading rug exporter in India. With their exceptional expertise and commitment to excellence, Mahesh Exports offers hand-tufted rugs that are sure to elevate the aesthetic of any room. Let's explore why you should consider purchasing hand-tufted rugs from Mahesh Exports.

Excellent Craftsmanship:

Mahesh Exports puts a lot of effort into crafting their hand-tufted rugs. Skilled artisans carefully weave each thread, creating rugs that are of the highest quality. The beautiful patterns, vibrant colors, and rich textures show the skill and expertise that go into making these rugs. By getting a hand-tufted rug from Mahesh Exports, you're getting a work of art that will impress everyone and make your space look sophisticated.

Luxurious Comfort:

One of the best things about hand-tufted rugs is how comfortable they are. The dense pile of these rugs feels incredibly soft and luxurious under your feet. Whether you're walking barefoot or sitting on the floor, you'll feel like you're getting pampered. Mahesh Exports offers a variety of materials, including wool, silk, and blends, so you can choose a rug that suits your preferences and provides the level of comfort you desire.

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Mahesh Exports is known for its commitment to quality, and its hand-tufted rugs are no exception. These rugs are designed to last a long time, thanks to the use of high-quality materials and careful construction techniques. The combination of excellent craftsmanship and durable materials ensures that your hand-tufted rug will maintain its beauty and functionality for years, making it a worthwhile investment.

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At Mahesh Exports, they understand that every space is unique, and they offer a range of customization options for their hand-tufted rugs. You can choose the perfect size, shape, color, and pattern to create a rug that fits your vision perfectly. This level of customization ensures that your hand-tufted rug will seamlessly blend with your existing decor and become a standout piece.

Conclusion:

Mahesh Exports is a trusted carpet manufacturer in India that provides hand-tufted rugs and handmade carpets that combine elegance, comfort, and durability. With their excellent craftsmanship, luxurious materials, and customization options, they offer the perfect opportunity to enhance the beauty of your space. Whether you want to add a touch of luxury to your living room or create a cozy atmosphere in your bedroom, Mahesh Exports has the ideal hand-tufted rug for you. Invest in a rug from Mahesh Exports and take your interior decor to the next level of style and sophistication. For more details:- CLICK HERE

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If your home decor tone is traditional or modern, the hand-tufted wool rug is a perfect choice. It is one of the versatile additions to any home décor. The hand-tufted carpet helps elevate the room's look and feel, making it popular. In addition, the top hand tufted wool carpets manufacturers provide endless designs and colors of wool rugs. Therefore, you can select the best carpet to upgrade your home decoration. We give here how the hand-tufted rug can lift the home décor to help you make the right decision. 

Add warmth and elegance  

Those who have the classic home décor style can buy the wool rug with the traditional design to add warmth. The floral pattern and earthy tones complement the living area's conventional furniture and decorative items. In addition, it provides luxury and a soft feel for residents, making it suitable for bedrooms, living areas, dining rooms, etc.  

Suitable for high-traffic areas

A critical benefit of using handmade carpets is long-lasting durability. Handmade Carpets Manufacturers use top-notch materials to make rugs that suit heavy traffic areas. Many materials are durable and stain-resistant, so you can use them in high-traffic zones. The wool material helps to control the room temperature, which keeps them warm during winter days and cool during the summer season. 

Trouble-free to clean  

The hand-tufted carpet is simple to clean and maintain, which makes it an ideal option. You can use a mild detergent to clean the carpet. Regular vacuuming can keep the hand-tufted rug looking new for many decades. In addition, you can give a clean and hygienic space for your family. 

Add texture 

If you have a contemporary style, you can use hand-tufted wool carpet to add texture to your room. It is perfectly suitable for modern designs like asymmetrical shapes, abstract shapes, and more. You can select bold colors to décor the current home, such as green, deep blue, and more. On the other hand, a Hand-tufted wool rug is the statement piece of the room that offers a soft surface. In addition, the wool material is resistant to mold, bacteria, and dust mites, so it is ideal for people with allergic problems. You can buy quality carpets from reliable Hand Tufted Carpet Manufacturers to transform your home look. The hand-tufted rug helps to add a modern look and create a healthy environment. 

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How to Buy a Rug Online

Buying a rug online is an easy way to save money, and it can be a great way to find something that’s truly unique. The key to finding the perfect rug is figuring out what type of size and style you need, as well as what material is best for your lifestyle and budget.

A great place to start your search is with a site like Wayfair, which usually has a wide selection of styles from top-name designers. They also offer a good return policy and free shipping over $50, so you can buy with confidence and have no reason to worry about making a mistake.

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Anthropologie is another reputable retailer that has an impressive assortment of rugs for any home. Their selection is constantly changing based on inventory, and they have a strong focus on exclusive designs that you can’t find anywhere else.

The rug you buy should last a long time, so it’s important to make sure you choose a material that will hold up for the long haul. This is where natural fibers like sisal and wool come into play. The knots in these fibers are what make them durable, and they can withstand spills, stains and even damage from pets. Know more about rugs at https://www.encyclopedia.com/literature-and-arts/fashion-design-and-crafts/arts-and-crafts/carpet.

There are many different types of rugs on the market, so it’s important to take your time in choosing the perfect one. This can be difficult if you’re not familiar with the different styles or materials, but it’s important to do your homework and understand what you need from a rug before you commit to a purchase.

Depending on where you live, you may need to consider a rug that’s washable. This is especially true if you have kids, dogs or cats that will be running around your home. You can find plenty of washable rugs on sites like Ruggable, which offers an array of options ranging from neutral jute to graphic, hand-tufted varieties.

Overstock is a good resource for affordable cheap rugs, as the site has an excellent selection of both new and used rugs. Their prices are often lower than most other online retailers, and they also have a generous 30-day return policy.

Lulu and Georgia is another great option for a variety of rugs, from flat-weave to hand-knotted, vintage to modern, Moroccan and more. These rugs are a great addition to any space and can really elevate your decor.

Etsy is another great resource for finding unique rugs, and you can often find the exact one you’re looking for without having to leave your home. You can message the seller directly for additional photos or questions, and you’ll have the opportunity to see it in different lighting and colors.

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The Different Types And Care Of Oriental Rugs

All rugs ought to be cleaned up at a carpet cleaning plant. When your specialist rug cleaning is total, your rug will certainly look brand-new. Currently, you have the knowledge to tidy and keep your carpet properly, and your carpet is very clean. If you are searching for the best Oriental Rug Cleaners In My Area? So, we are here to help to make it simple to select the proper cleaner, we provide a directory of rug cleaning specialists. Vintage and semi-antique rugs, including Persian, Woollen, and Tibetan rug, call for expert knowledge and tidying skills.

Rugs made from natural vegetable and bug dyes usually cost approximately ten times as long as those made with artificial dyes. Those made from silk are much more costly and less long-lasting than those constructed from woolen. The most usual fibres utilized in weaving Oriental are wool, cotton, silk as well as rayon. Carpets can be made from natural materials such as woolen, synthetic materials-like acrylic fibres, or a combination of both. All-natural fibers like wool, cotton, and silk are usually sturdy than synthetic fibres.

Wool carpets require special attention to prevent fading and also to run. Deeply embedded soil can only sometimes be vacuumed from a carpet. Always vacuum your rug without the pounding brush. You can either transform the reject or make use of the attachments. Sweeping eliminates loose dust and highlights the sheen of the rug. For getting rid of most dirt discolorations, a rug detergent comparable to Stain-X seems to get the job done. Woollen rug cleaning consists of conventional sweeping and vacuuming, turning, and also thoroughly eliminating spots and also spots.

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There are several various kinds of carpet and also rug cleaning. Every three to five years, a carpet should be skilfully cleansed. You ought to be lightly relocating the brush to and for, seeing that all bristles are making extensive, even exposure to the opposite of the carpet. Expert cleaners do not take your residential property to their shops to be inconvenient or charge you much more. Initially, it should be completely inspected and assessed for the cleaning process it needs to undertake. Proper repair means your carpet will keep its initial worth.

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| Need you - Gojo x afab!reader|

**WARNINGS: contains smut, explicit language, and sexual themes. MINORS DNI although I know yall horny out there reading it**

The picture above is NOT MINE and goes to the rightful credited owner.

All characters mentioned below are NOT MINE and belong to the Original Creator/Author/Illustrator.

This piece is a work of fiction and is pure imagination and is not real and does not involve in the original story/timeline.

Genre: smut, pwp, smut with no plot

cw: gojo, needygojhoe, afab!reader, smutwithnoPLOT, PWP, shortdrabble(notreally), size mentions, praise kinks!, notproofread

A/N: Yea sorry for disappearing for so so long, i actually was having a shitty time in my house dealing with family and it wasn’t the best. Pretty much broken over many personal things so yeah. Enjoy this small smut though : ) ~

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-> DESPERATE GOJO FISTING HIMSELF TO THE THOUGHT OF YOU!?

His mouth was wide open. Translucent puffs of hot breaths condensed in this surprisingly cold atmosphere. The rectangular covered object filled with cotton was now held by his merciless grip. Breathy moans transpired in this very cube space. Sweat beads formed on his forehead which was hidden by the white pile of snowy hair. Teeth clenched occasionally, hips rutting desperately and abs tensing and flexing intermittently. His dusty pink pebbled nipples were softly grazed by his long thick veiny hands. They were slim and beautiful with reddish tones. They played and twisted the nipples while his hips kept moving against the white pillow.

His cock was drooling from its slit. Precum everywhere. It was slathered on the pillow while he kept an unforgiving pace. The reddened cockhead looked highly frustrated from the friction and pressure Gojo put on it. It was begging for a release. “Fuck mommy, want you…s’bad.” A thick vein that popped at the bottom of his dick was adorning his precious dick. Smaller blue veins popped and crawled around the sides making his cock appear fuller and heavy. The mushroom tip was now leaking even more precum. His hand that was on his chest made its way down to give more attention to his shaft. Fingertips ran on top of the white tuft of hair that was slightly grazing against his pretty cock. His pretty muscular back arched, detaching from the bed that was now tainted with sweat, he groaned gritting his teeth.

Satoru’s mind was running. His thoughts were clouded by the image of you. You were away for a business trip to another city that lasted at least a 15-hour drive. The night felt lonely, and you had sent an image of yourself in your most innocent yet skimpy lingerie and outfit. In both pictures were you having dominating poses and being suggestive with the facial expressions. Accompanied with those hot pictures of yourself were the messages that followed. They were filled with the naughtiest vocabulary and sentences that had Gojo’s throat run dry immediately when he opened the chat in his last office hours. His suit pants felt extra tighter, and a large tent formed at a scary pace. his breaths were shallower.

Oh, how he wished you were with him right now. He would fuck that cock straight into that wet cunny of yours that would’ve been prepped with his long thick digits and the toys he would buy whenever he felt like it. Oh, how he wished to have your tits played with and sucked on while he rammed into your fluttering hole and had a grip on your growing cock, milking it. Oh, how he WISHED so badly that you were moaning and creaming while both your arms were held by his behind your back while your face was mushed against the mattress. But those thoughts were intermingled with other ones too. How you would have him on his knees on the soft fluffy carpet. How your legs would be spread open, your pale blue g-string would cover nothing. The slick juices that highlighted the fleshy, puffy cunt of yours.

His magnificent, oh so magnificent azure blue eyes trained on that pussy of yours, drooling. His pink glossed lips were run over by his red slick tongue. It was a darkened room so that didn’t hurt his beautiful stunning eyes, but they glowed brightly. His blindfold was used as a makeshift gag and was now shoved inside that mouth of his. Your fingers filled with rings were now making their way to your waterfall cunt. A finger went deep inside your hole while you kept a seducing gaze on your boy-toy. His Adam’s apple bobbed frequently while strings of saliva dribbled down his chin from the corner of his mouth. A whine erupted from him - but was muffled by his blindfold. You shushed him immediately. “Watch and learn okay baby boy?” Your voice was beautiful, slightly hoarse from the way you pleased yourself and the way Satoru looked so desperate. So ready to eat you out and was begging through those eyes.

His hips started to move on his own as his erect cock stood upright, hard and stiff from not being touched at all. It was so deprived that any time air was blown on it, it would twitch and would release pre-cum. It would slide down his slightly curved cock and make it to the base where his balls were tightening up randomly. His eyes started to swell up with tears as he blinked several times, trying to hide them. His hands were cuffed using a pink fluffy cuff for comfort and aesthetic while his bunny ear headband was slipping forward pushing the hair towards his eyes, covering his vision slightly.

Ditching the pillow his hand was slightly shaky for holding such a grip for so long. He was so close. So close. He held his cock and fisted at a furious pace. His pale body was flushed with pale pink tones and his toned, muscled thighs and long legs were spread wide open. His thumb kept brushing on the slit - like you would and would still continue whenever he cummed, trying to achieve another one from him. But he couldn’t do it the way you would. Why? Well your pace, your way of doing it, your hands, and your tongue was from another world. It would drive his mind completely blank and his body was like a slave to your divine touch.

A white-hot spurt of cum shot out from his slit and landed on his stomach. He kept a softer pace this time, milking out every last bit of cum that his cock would muster up. They were gradually becoming warm as they made contact with the cold air circulating inside the room. Gojo didn’t realise he bit his sweet plump bottom lips so hard that it started to hurt. Those eyes glanced down tiredly as his finger scooped some of the cum and inserted it inside his hot mouth, tongue out, eagerly licking his finger clean. Gojo imagined you swallowing his cum and would kiss him directly, enabling him to taste himself and groan at the feeling. It would feel so intimate. But right now he gasped at the oversensitivity and huffed about at that thought.

His long-forgotten phone suddenly pinged up. Running his hand over his white hair he got on his elbows and patted his bed trying to find it. ‘Bingo.’ He thought and also reached on his nightstand where his trusty circular black sunglasses were there. Wearing them, he quickly unlocked his phone to see a message from you.

Had fun? Send me a picture of you all fucked out and that cum of yours. You’re welcome.

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A/N: also thought i was gonna end up doing gn!reader but didnt work out :/ ill try later on. also sorry for the ass quality pics might change em.

[koushou]

i love it smmmm omg. the megumi fix is amazing it’s more than i asked for ❤️❤️ bro 6,9k is a blessing you don’t understand how glad it made me it’s so worth the wait. tumblr is so dry when it comes to anime fics and especially w megumi thank you for feeding me something other than the crumbs this website gives me. i don’t want to be too annoying but whenever you’re free if you could do a pt 2 cause that ending omg. i love it sm and i can’t thank you enough ❤️

pairing : megumi x f!reader [fluff]

warnings : slight makeout scene idk HAHA nothing too intense though (also not proofread because i wanted to get this posted as soon as i finished it)

wc : 3.5k

a/n : ur too sweet omg and im FINALLY back from procrastinating your request again anon… (i really apologize i don’t mean to take so long pls forgive me D: ) i hope this is what you wanted!!

pt. 1 (you don’t really have to read pt 1 to understand this part but i do recommend it)

loud chatter echoes through the large modern dining hall located on the second floor of the hotel.

“i’m… so full…” a certain pink haired male burps for the nth time as he still continues to stuff food into his mouth. gojo laughs at itadori’s passion for the hotel food, while doing the same as he takes a large bite of a pancake.

you chuckle, taking a sip of your drink and leaning back in your cushioned chair, already finished with your 3rd plate of breakfast. i mean, who could blame you? hotel breakfast food just hits a different type of way.

“so, spill all the juicy events that happened last night, i wanna know!” nobara nudges you excitedly, her eyes twinkling as she pulls her chair closer to yours.

rolling your eyes, you look away from the ginger female and pretend to not have heard her. accidentally, you were now faced towards megumi, sitting on the opposite side of you. your eyes met for a brief moment before you quickly turned away, breaking the awkward interaction.

“aww— c’mon, y/n! please—“

“nothing happened at all! and don’t think i forgot the way you ignored my knocks on your door yesterday,” you shot her a glare, earning a sheepish laugh in return.

“but... in the same bed..?”

you were about to retort back when gojo stands up and claps his hand over his stomach, which now seemed just… a few sizes bigger.

“alright! have we all finished our food? god, when did hotel food get so good— anyway, it’s time to pack our things and head back home!” your constantly enthusiastic teacher exclaims, as a waiter comes to collect your plates.

after thanking the waiter and paying the bill (poor gojo-sensei’s wallet), you all head back upstairs to drive back home.

a thick silence hangs over your room as you and megumi collect your items, not wanting to bring up any events from last night. finally ready to head out, you walk towards the door to open it until another hand reaches the handle at the same time.

you retract your hand quickly, while the other hand lingers in the air above the knob.

“oh— sorry, you can go first!” you gulp, backing up a bit so megumi can exit first.

he pauses for a second, twisting the knob until the door pulls open. you expected him to walk out, but he makes his way to the other side of you instead, still holding the door open.

you look over at him with a questioning look, receiving a slight shrug and a hint of a smirk.

“ladies first.”

why was his stupid face so handsome?

you shook your head at his teasing expression, making your way out the door to the carpeted hallway, him following close behind.

the others were already at the lobby waiting, their conversation becoming clearer as you reach them.

“what’s taking them both so long? you don’t think they’re too busy… y’know…” nobara’s usual cheerful voice carries her words to your ears, making you roll your eyes and spook her from being.

“boo.”

“i’m just sayin- oh my go—“ she frantically turns around, breathing a sigh of relief upon seeing it was just you.

“you scared me!”

“what were we talking about?”

“nothing important! come on, we should get going!” nobara nudges gojo and itadori ahead, escaping you as she scurries out of the lobby.

you hear a yawn from behind you, a tuft of black hair moving past you as you suppress the urge to laugh at megumi’s already messy hairstyle, amplified by his morning bed hair.

finally, you were all seated back in gojo’s car, ready to drive back to the school so you all can head back to your own homes.

the ride back was full of gojo’s irritating voice singing along to songs playing from the car radio, itadori laughing along, and the rest of you too excited to leave the car.

“alright kids! we’re here, make sure to be safe on the way back home!”

gojo waves to all of you as you hop out of his car one by one, basking in the cool summer air for a few seconds.

“see you guys!”

itadori jogs away, heading in the direction of his own home, followed by megumi, then nobara, and lastly, you.

upon reaching your house, your mother welcomes you, asking about your day, if you had fun, and other typical mother questions.

you were telling her about your day when you suddenly recalled the hotel night events, and scurried away embarrassed upstairs to your room, leaving a very confused mom behind.

you flop down onto the bed, face down, wanting to get a good few minutes of quiet nap time in before your phone dings with a notification.

grunting, you pull your phone out from your pocket, swiping across the screen to check the message.

surprisingly, it was from megumi, eyebrows suspiciously raising as you open the text message from him. you two rarely texted unless it was about school or business-related, so you couldn’t think of anything he would need from you right now.

megumi : Hey.

megumi : I have your hair tie with me. You probably left it in my bag or something.

megumi : I’m coming over in 5 minutes.

you sat up abruptly, rereading his messages to make sure your eyes weren’t playing tricks on you.

you had been so caught up with his prior messages that you failed to register that he said he was going to be at your house in… 5 minutes.

hurriedly, you swiped to see what time he had sent that last message. 12:34 AM.

your eyes moved to the top of your phone screen, reading the current time. 12:37 AM.

almost falling out of bed scrambling to your room mirror, you checked your appearance to make sure you looked fine and your hair wasn’t messy and-

you paused.

“why am i so concerned about how i look? why do i care about this?”

you slapped your face with both hands, bringing yourself back to reality when you were interrupted again, but this time by your doorbell ringing from downstairs.

making your way out of your room, you saw that your mom had already opened the door with a familiar tall figure standing in the doorway.

“oh! megumi, it’s been a while!” your mom lets megumi in with a smile, already going to the kitchen to make him some tea.

he bows politely, sitting down on the couch, now changed into a loose white t-shirt with black shorts.

“uh- theres no need to make me tea, i won’t be here for too long—“

“nonsense! you can even stay for lunch, dear megumi! i just have to prepare the last dish and—“

you finally clear your throat, standing at the middle of the stairs, catching both of their attention.

“oh, y/n! i have to go out to the grocery store for some ingredients, take care of our guest megumi, alright?” she places two cups of tea on the table in front of megumi, grabbing her keys to head out.

“wait, mom—“

she sends you a wink by the door, already outside before you can finish your sentence.

you sigh in defeat, sitting across from megumi on the other couch.

“here.”

megumi pulls out a black hair tie from his pocket, almost identical to the one currently around your wrist.

you raise your eyebrows in suspicion at the hair tie. “but i only have one? and i didn’t bring any extra yesterday..?” you motion to your own arm.

he looks back and forth between your wrist and the one he had in his hand, scratching his head in confusion.

“it was in our hotel room, so i assumed it was yours.” he shrugs, placing it on the table. “but if it isn’t, i can just throw it away.”

you hum, taking a sip of the tea your mom prepared as he does the same, cringing as the still hot tea burns his tongue.

“pfft…”

he glares at you, placing the cup down as his eyes scan around your living room, taking in the decorations.

“i’ll just keep it then, it seems new.” you take the forgotten hair tie on the table, and wear it around your wrist, now decorated with two black hair ties.

he nods, sitting back against the couch, silence falling between you both.

a question suddenly popped up in your mind, your mouth moving faster than your brain.

“you came all the way here… just to give me a hair tie?”

the question seems to set him a little nervous, clearing his throat and avoiding eye contact as he fidgets in his seat.

“well— i figured i’d return it to you before i forgot,” he shrugs, reaching out to take another sip of his tea before pulling back quickly again at the heat.

you nod slowly, still unconvinced with his answer. who goes all the way to someone’s house to return a hair tie?

“okay then, see you on monday?” you get up, ready to send him back off.

his head snaps up, still not moving in his seat as he opens his mouth slowly, as if unsure of how to respond.

“um- i thought your mom said i could stay…for lunch…?”

he averts his eyes, pink dusting his pale cheeks as he looks away. your mouth forms into an ‘o’ shape as you recall your mom’s words and those were - in fact what she had said.

it wasn’t that you were against him staying for lunch, but you two weren’t even friends or remotely close at that. rivals would even suit you both better than friends.

“but if you want i can, uh, leave now,” he starts to stand, looking uncomfortable in his position across from you.

it was then that you remembered megumi’s background, that his mother had left early at birth, plus his father wasn’t exactly present.

you couldn’t imagine living without your parents, and how lonely he must be without true family.

“no! i mean, that’s not what i meant, you can stay.” you sputter out before he gets the wrong idea.

his eyes seem to light up at your words, nodding before sitting back down on his previous spot on the couch.

you glance over at the time on your phone, it had been around 7 minutes after your mom had left.

the tension was thick in the room, and just when you thought you were about to explode from the awkwardness, he finally breaks the silence.

“do you… play that?”

you turn to where his eyes are placed on, seeing your black xbox console laying on top of a cabinet, having been untouched for a while.

“oh that? yeah, occasionally, why?”

you hear a snicker from beside you, snapping your head to find his lips curled into a teasing grin.

“oh, i just didn’t think a nerd like you would play games.”

you raise your eyebrows at his words. “you sure about that? it doesn’t seem like you’re very good at games either, megumi.” you make sure to stretch out each three syllables of his name to tease him further.

he huffs while leaning back, still maintaining intense eye contact with you, almost challenging each other to say something back.

“how about this, whoever wins against the other gets to make them do whatever they want. no matter what it is.” he nods over to the console, tilting his head as he waits for your response.

you chuckle, standing up to take the console, fiddling with it for a moment before turning back to him.

“alright, just don’t cry when you lose too much, okay?”

he shrugs, smirking as he looks around the living room for the other console, making you remember something.

“oh, the other console plus a TV is in my room, wanna just play there?”

he stiffens suddenly, before nodding slowly and following you upstairs to your room.

reaching the door, you suddenly stop, making megumi grunt and come to a stop, almost crashing into you.

“uh - wait here.”

you open the door just enough to slip inside, quickly gathering some of your belongings and cleaning as much as you could, to at least make your room seem presentable.

“okay!” you open the door for megumi, who makes no move to enter at first.

“...”

“you can come in.”

“... is this okay?”

you cock your head, not understanding his question.

“your mom isn’t home.”

“...so?”

“we’re alone.”

“and?”

“i’m… going into your room.”

“what is your point?” you began to grow frustrated at this conversation. then, it hit you all of a sudden.

“ahh, megumi? have you never been in a girl’s room alone before?” you snicker, shaking your head from laughter.

he starts to protest, before quickly closing his mouth and finally entering your room.

you connect the two consoles into your TV in your room, sitting down on the edge of your bed as you load up the games on the screen.

“you can sit here if you want,” you pat the empty spot next to you, to which he carefully sits down on, taking one console from your hand.

“ready?”

he nods, as you start the game.

-- --

“what--?!”

you throw your hands up in frustration, groaning as you flop backwards on the bed.

“i told you, you can’t beat me.” megumi chuckles, dodging a stuffed bear you threw in his direction.

you huffed, sitting back up, determined to beat him at least once.

“one last rematch!”

he lets out a laugh, a rare one that you think you might just never forget, and starts the game again.

after a few minutes of intense clicking, yelling and laughing, you let out a proud shout, the word victory flashing across your screen.

you pick up another stuffed animal from your bed and toss it straight at megumi’s face, celebrating as he lets out an ‘oof’ and glare back at you.

“but i still won around, 7 times, so i get to make you do something- oof-” he stumbles back again from another stuffed animal to the face.

“hmm? i don’t know what you’re talking about--” you pretend to not have heard him before your vision goes momentarily black from a soft object hitting your face, a pink bear landing in your lap.

“hey!”

“what, you keep throwing them at me!”

“fine…”

“hey, why are you getting so close--!”

you tackle megumi backwards onto the bed, throwing your pillows at his face -- not very gently -- as he tries to shield his arms in vain.

“ahh—! okay, okay, i’m sorry, stop it—“ he huffs as you finally stops your attack, his dark blue orbs looking up into yours.

you only now noticed your close proximity, quickly sitting back up to create some distance between the both of you. he clears his throat, fiddling with one of your pillows.

“well, a loss is a loss, what do i have to do?” you sigh, admitting your defeat.

“hmm…” he seems to be lost in deep thought, probably trying to find the worst thing he can make you do.

after a few silent, intense seconds, he finally speaks.

“are you… free tomorrow?”

you turn to him, giving him a questioning look at his strange question. he only stares back at you in response, awaiting your answer.

“um… yeah, i’m free the whole day, why do you as-“

“come watch a movie with me tomorrow.” he blurts out quickly, not even letting you finish your sentence.

you gape at him, still processing his words, unsure if you had heard wrong.

“... sorry?”

his face was reddenning by the second, yet his eyes remained firmly on yours the whole time.

“let’s go watch the new movie in the theater. i heard it’s quite popular already despite releasing only last week.”

“oh… okay, i can ask nobara if she wants to com-“

“don’t!” he says a little too loudly, clearing his throat after as he regains his composure.

“i mean, i- just, you.”

“just.. us?”

he nods.

silence fell again between the two of you, unsure if he was asking you what you thought he was asking you. you decide to test the waters cautiously.

“man.. it’s almost like you’re asking me out on a date, megumi?” you tease lightly, expecting a ‘tch’ or an, ‘as if’.

“so what if i am?”

now that was an answer you weren’t expecting.

“you’re.. joking, right?”

megumi sighs, moving closer until his body was mere centimeters away from yours.

“i’m serious.”

“do you... like me or something?”

he stares at you blankly. “would i ask you on a date if i didn’t have feelings for you, idiot?”

you only just realize how stupid your question sounded, trying to find a response until he reaches up to cup your cheek with one hand.

they felt soft, yet slightly gruff from constant training and fighting, large enough to cover one half of your face. they were warm, slightly trembling probably from nervousness, yet made you wish he’d never take it off.

“it’s okay if you don’t want to. we can forget this ever happened.” his own cheeks turning slightly pink, yours probably even worse as the space between your faces closed in slowly.

“but i don't think i can do this anymore, so just let me be a little selfish this once, okay?”

barely registering his words before he moves in to kiss you, soft lips moving against the other as his hand tightens against the side of your cheek. you barely register your own actions anymore, hands reaching up to tangle themselves in his hair, moving down to his neck, and finally finding home cupped around his face.

he groans against your lips, pressing you down until he was now hovering above you, never breaking the kiss even once in the process. you lost track of how long you both had been making out in your bed before you hear the front door open from downstairs.

frantically, the both of you separated in fear of your mom catching you in the act, catching your breaths while still processing what just happened.

you hear shuffling from downstairs, standing up to escape megumi before you were pulled back into a warm chest.

“wait—“ his arms wrap around you to trap you from leaving his grasp, your eyes looking everywhere but his, and suddenly your wall was the most interesting thing in sight.

“are we… really going to pretend that didn’t happen?” you finally gather the courage to look him in the face, almost melting at the soft pout set on his (now slightly redder than before) lips.

“ilikeyoutoo.” you get out quickly before you lose the chance to say it again.

he stiffens against you, eyes lighting up almost like an excited puppy receiving treats. “you like me? i didn’t hear you, so can you say it again?”

you huff, trying to wriggle your way out of his arms, only resulting in him pulling you closer to sit on his lap. he presses his forehead to yours, chuckling at your futile attempt to escape.

“i said— i like you—!” you ram your head into his, making him groan in pain, loosening his hold on you. the perfect chance for escape.

you saw the opportunity, dashing to the door, twisting the knob, almost getting it open until—

“nope,” megumi’s hand stops the door in time, instead twisting you around until your back was now flat against the wood, both of his palms placed beside your head.

“y/n? megumi?” your mom’s voice calls from downstairs, but all you could hear was your heartbeat thumping loudly in your chest.

“megumi! move, my mom’s home,” you place your hands on his chest, trying to push him away to no avail.

he grabs your pushing hand and places it on the left side of his chest, letting you feel the soft but fast thumping of his heart, almost matching the pace of your own.

“this is all your fault. you’re not gonna take responsibility for it?” he inches closer to your burning face, making you huff and grab his face.

you press your lips to his, feeling him immediately return the kiss, but you pull away after a few seconds, leaving him still trying to kiss you again.

“nope, my mom’s home, and i’m hungry.”

you open the door, seeing your mom begin to set the table with plates of food downstairs. you look back at megumi, who still looked sad after getting his kiss cut short.

sighing, you take his hand in yours, intertwining your fingers together before pulling him down the stairs.

“come on, it’s time for lunch. you’ll get more later.”

you feel him perk up, giving your hand a squeeze as he follows close behind.

you steal a glance at your wrist, still wearing both the hair ties. good thing he hadn’t noticed you stuffing one into his bag this morning.