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Working at a restaurant with 141!(Part 5)

The shithead owner decides that he needs to sign up for a "restaurant renovation" show. Chaos ensues.

"A fucking TV show?"

Gaz frowns while polishing glasses.

"Told him it was a bad idea."

Price shrugs, lighting a cigar. You are horrified, being on the screen for millions of people to see was nerve wracking. And it'll be the first time you meet the owner.

"Restaurant renovation... Lik' he gives twa fucks aboot renovating this shitehole."

Johnny ashes his smoke and passes it to you. You take a deep drag and sigh, this is gonna be a disaster.

~

Cameras are set up everywhere, everyone's mic'd up, there are too many people in too small of a space. Some obnoxiously loud man introduces himself. He seems to be an amalgamation of every TV host you've ever seen, wearing too much cologne and too much hair gel. He puts a hand on your shoulder,

"The place looks terrible but at least they got something nice to look at here."

He flashes a smile, cheap veneer blindingly white. You awkwardly laugh while Price steps in, introducing himself. You scurry away to the back where the rest of the boys are,

"I want everyone to be on their best behavior today. No fucking around. Don't make me look bad."

The owner is a bland man, average height and weight, with a shitty haircut and wearing an ugly flashy shirt. He turns around and briefly introduces himself, he already smells like liquor. Great. He gets waved over to get interviewed by the host. You and the guys watch from the other end of the restaurant. It's quite embarrassing, the host pointing out how run down the place looks, the menu is confusing and overwhelming, and then asks if he's drunk,

"I can smell the alcohol from here Carl... it's only 11am buddy."

The owner stutters and blinks,

"I- just uh, just a crazy night is all."

The host stares, unconvinced. Carl shifts awkwardly in his chair. The next segment was ordering food apparently, so you were up. You walk up to the table as the host asks you a barrage of questions,

"How would you say the fish is here? Is everything fresh? What do you think of the steak? Do you have any recommendations?"

When you say you only ate the fries from here and he laughs loudly,

"That is not a good sign folks!"

He stares at the camera, showing off teeth that were too big for his mouth before you walk off and punch in the order. There's a cameraman recording John and Simon cooking,

"Steak and potatoes."

John reads the slip out loud, they move around the kitchen while the owner watches. For such a simple dish there's a lot of chaos, Carl is yelling at them to move faster and cook properly, John is busy arguing with Carl and burns the steak, Simon plates up the food and hands it off to you. You place the plate down in front of the host,

"Oh...oh my God..."

You keep a straight face, hands behind your back. The host looks back up at you,

"Does the food usually come out like this?"

There's a tone of disgust and concern, his eyebrows turned up, you shrug. He stares back down at the filet and cuts into it,

"It's very impressive that one is able to overcook such a large piece of meat. That takes...skill."

You watch concertedly as he picks up a piece and puts it into his mouth, it looks like he wants to cry.

He goes on to complain about the quality of the food to the camera as he walks to the kitchen,

"At least it's clean back here. I've seen kitchens in wors- is that a fucking pigeon?"

Sure enough, there is. How the fuck did it get in here?

"Oh! I just left the door open to let some fresh air in..."

Carl awkwardly tries to catch the bird while the boys watch amusedly, even the camera crew stifle a laugh.

"Christ Almighty, what is wrong with you man?"

The host shakes his head, watching the whole scene in disbelief. Eventually, the bird is out of the building and the sweep of the kitchen continues.

"Food is not expired, everything is stored properly, it's all very well organized. I was honestly expecting worse."

The host walks up to the bar next, plucking up bottles and examining them,

"So, Kyle is it? How long have you been working here for?"

"Just a little over five years."

Gaz leans against the bar. There's a gasp and the host waves the camera over,

"Look at this shit,"

He points at the label,

"Expired in August,"

You look over at Gaz and Soap, they look like they're about to piss themselves, holding back laughs.

"Of 2012!"

The host looks disgusted,

"Why didn't you throw this away?"

"Carl told me to not toss anything."

Kyle shrugged. Soap is almost in tears, shaking, trying to bite back a howl of laughter.

The next two days are like this, you don't know why Carl hasn't pulled the plug on this fiasco yet,

"I think he's getting drunker as the days go by."

Johnny says, ashing his cigarette. There's a nod from Simon,

"I think he enjoys being embarrassed, seems like the type to get off on that."

'The big finale' as the host calls it, means getting a new menu, refreshing the cooks(John's) skills, and cleaning out the bar. The place is opened and there's a line out of the door. It's overwhelming, the customers are putting on a show, acting like dickheads and sending everything back even when there's nothing wrong with the food. Simon and John are on top of everything, putting out food as fast as possible, Carl is shitting himself running around the kitchen like a headless chicken. The night goes by fast and everyone is at the bar,

"So the cooks are for the most part competent, the waitress is amazing, and the bartender is well... The man can do no wrong. The problem here is you,"

The host points at Carl who is fucking sloshed swaying back and forth,

"I genuinely think this restaurant would be better off without you."

Carl starts bawling. The host is visibly uncomfortable. The boys and you are looking at each other. Then when all the cameras and lights are gone, it's all back to normal. Carl is looking for reassurance from anyone and you and the boys just pack up and head home, Price patting him on the back,

"You'll be alright."

~

A few months later, you're all sat on the couch watching the TV. Johnny's over the moon pointing at the screen,

"Look thare A am! See hou sexy A look?"

He's smiling and waving at the camera in the background of the scene where Carl is crying his eyes out. That gets a laugh out of Gaz,

"You're a sick bastard, Soap."

Once the episode dropped, the restaurant got busy for a few months. Most of the customers are horny women ogling at Kyle. On occasion you get the request to bring out "the scary looking one" and you just laugh it off.

"You're so lucky working with all these guys, I don't know if I'd be able to control myself,"

A particularly drunk woman said to you one day. You just smile while Kyle winks at you over his shoulder.

[whxtedreams]

Cookies as Payment

A Poets Love

Inspired by rupi kaur poem:

i'd be lying if i said  you make me speechless the truth is you make my tongue so weak it forgets  what language to speak in  - by rupi kaur (milk and honey - page 61)

Word Count: 1.5k

Pairing: neighbour!joel x reader

Tags: no outbreak, fluff, baking, kissing, first kiss (with Joel), just wanna rip my heart out kind of fluff.

Series Masterlist - Main Masterlist

You didn’t expect it. Truth be told, you’re positive he didn’t plan it either. There’s so much you didn’t expect to happen between you and your neighbour, and knowing how soft his lips are was definitely not on your bingo card.   

The house smells divine, a tantalising blend of vanilla and chocolate filling the air, the sweet scent mixing with the smooth jazz playing from the record player. The atmosphere is cosy and welcoming, blending all the perfect ingredients for an afternoon with Joel as he works outside on another one of your projects.

He walks through the kitchen door, his nose leading him to you while you pull the slightly browned cookies from the oven. Your back is to him as you place the tray on the counter to continue cooking as they cool.

“They smell amazing.” Joel hums as he reaches over you for one. 

“They’re not ready yet, they’re still cooking as they cool.” You swat his hand away with the oven mitt, scolding him for almost touching them.

“But they smell too good.” 

You softly shove him as his hand reaches for the cookies again. You turn to face him then, arms crossed over your chest as you lean against the counter. His wired headphones dangle over his shoulders, blending into his plain white tee, his jacket discarded in the early afternoon from the Texas heat.

“I could smell ‘em from all the way outside, got me droolin’ out there.” He huffs a soft laugh as he brings his hands up in false defence, moving back from the cookies. “I’ve been tellin’ ya to start sellin’ them, make a fortune.” He points at you then before pushing himself to sit on the unused side of the counter. 

You open your mouth to say something but shrug instead, your hands focusing on the small fabric strands at your sleeves. He’s mentioned this a few times, every time he tries something you cook he ends up showering you with compliments. It’s sweet, how much he likes your baking and cooking and you have considered selling what you make but the idea terrifies you. Having someone pay for what you make, you’d rather just gift them to friends and family.

The first time you cooked for him, he almost begged you to help him cook for Sarah’s birthday the following week. You didn’t believe him when he told you he was a terrible cook. He ended up cooking for you that night to prove you wrong and after he made you spaghetti, you thought it would be better if he just stuck to prepping while you did the rest of the work for Sarah’s birthday dinner. You didn’t think someone could mess up spaghetti that badly, you were proven very wrong.

It’s been a few months since you moved in next door to Joel and it took him no longer than a week to start offering help in renovating. Took two weeks before he started coming over without the excuse of helping out and just wanting to hang out. 

It’s been nice, the constant company that doesn’t feel like you’re suffocating your own social battery. It’s the easy, effortless conversations that instead fill your social battery instead of draining it like others tend to do. There have been nights where nothing is said for hours, each just bathing in each other's company as you each do your own little hobbies, not demanding attention. 

There’s been times where you’re so stuck in your book you forget Joel is sitting across the room, tools in his hands as he carves away at another design. It’s not until he walks over to show you that you get the fright of your life, forgetting that you’re not alone.  

You fall into another easy conversation as Joel impatiently waits for the cookies to be ready. He updates you on the bench he’s building for your patio, and you get lost in how passionate he becomes when he talks about his job. His hands start moving the more he talks, the corner of his mouth twitching as he explains how he overcame something when it wasn’t quite working the way he wanted it to. 

You could listen to him for hours. You have listened to him for hours. 

You offered to pay him of course, but he said a batch of cookies was more than enough payment.

You make him coffee as he talks, already knowing how he likes it due to the amount of times he’s ended up over at your house in the mornings while his daughter Sarah had a house full of teenage girls over. He’d stumble over half awake and plant his face on the counter as he waits for the coffee to brew, his hair a mess and clothes crumbled. Hard to sleep when they stay up all night fuckin’ laughin and playing games. As much as he complains about it, you know he loves that his daughter ended up with a nice group of friends, even if they keep him up all night. 

You pour his coffee and he takes it as he mentions he’s almost finished outside. He’s rambling now and you’re half listening as you place a few cookies on a plate. His eyes light up and he shuts up as you turn back around with the cookies. This time you don’t swat his hand away as he takes one. 

His eyes close as he takes a bite and you smile, knowing that you made him happy. “So fuckin good.” he mumbles with a mouth full. 

You’re standing in front of him when he opens his eyes, and you can’t seem to read his face as you smile up at him. His eyes seep into you and it lingers on your skin as his eyes flicker down to your lips. The room goes quiet besides the music in the background. 

And then he puts his coffee down along with the cookie, his hands reaching for the sleeves of your dress. Your heart is in your throat by the time he pulls you between his thighs, one hand on your wrist while the other rests at the back of your neck. 

Your smile is gone, eyes wide as his own burn into yours. Then his hand on your neck ever so slowly pulls you in, giving you time to move away. You don’t. 

The first press of his lips on yours steals the air from your lungs and leaves you completely breathless, completely entranced by the sensation of his touch. Your muscles loosen, your mind clears, and any sense of tension in your body disappears. You feel like putty in his hands, every ounce of your trust and affection poured into this single moment. He could do anything he wishes, and you would simply allow it. 

His lips are soft and comforting, the stubble a welcomed contrast as they move over yours again and again. There's a sweet and sensual feeling in the air, the connection between you both being amplified with every kiss.     

His hand trails up the back of your neck and into your hair, his fingers lacing themselves through the strands and pulling a deep sigh from you. The tender, intimate touch is causing you to melt, your body and mind slowly responding to his touch. The feel of his hand in your hair is both soothing and stimulating, drawing out a shiver from you.

He pulls away all too soon, leaving you wanting more. He holds you close, his warm breath fanning over your face as he looks into your eyes. You can see the smile slowly settling on his face as he sees your gaze, the longer he looks down at you the more his smile seems to grow. 

“I think you taste better.” He confesses in a whisper, his hand leaves your wrist and settles at the small of your back. 

You try to speak, but the words keep failing to escape your lips. You want to say so much, but there are so many thoughts and feelings racing through your mind that you can't translate them into words. It makes your tongue tired as it struggles to say how you feel, as if your feelings have completely filled your brain and left it with nothing left to speak.

At your lack of response, Joel's smile widens and his lips move down to kiss you once again, this time with even more tenderness and affection. The touch of his lips on yours is soft and gentle, sending an intoxicating sense of joy and comfort that sweeps through you. As his lips move over yours, brushing over them in a sweet and sensual way, you can feel yourself falling further into his arms.

And you think that maybe, you like the taste of your cookies better on his lips as he kisses you. The lingering flavours of vanilla and chocolate seem to blend perfectly with his mouth, as if designed to perfectly complement each other.

Notes

little thank you to @janaispunk for tagging me in the pinterest moodboard game and therefore making me sit on pinterest for an hour looking at cookies to bake and then write this. Thinking of making this a small series. Just small scenes losely based around rupi kaur poety as I read through their books.

[hometoursandotherstuff]

This 1927 Spanish style mansion, "The Cedars," in Los Angeles, CA is crazy. It's Old Hollywood Glamor, and the 10bd, 12ba home is $32M. You just have to see it. The owner is fashion designer Sue Wong, who restored it.

The grand entrance hall and staircase. There are a variety of styles throughout the home, from Baroque to French Art Deco. That ceiling is amazing.

Look at this hall. It talks about all the styles, and says that it includes the property next door, but it doesn't say anything about the furnishings.

How's this for a living room?

And, the dining room- it's an open concept.

This is a little more casual seating and it's Art Deco. Love the round room and view of the garden.

Then, this sitting room is more Spanish Villa. What happens w/the very wealthy? After they renovate & decorate, they get tired of the house?

Up these stairs there's a beautiful iron and glass gate.

The formal dining room. So, even if she takes all the furnishings, the buyer will still have the curtains, chandeliers, and ceilings.

Smaller, casual dining space. I wonder if the cabinets are built-in.

The kitchen is impressive. Look at the faux finish on the celing. It looks like no one's ever cooked in this kitchen.

Here's a little larger everyday dining space. This one has a built-in cabinet.

Check out the ceiling in the primary bedroom. Odd choice of color bedspread, though. Red, orange, blue, gold, and a pink bed.

The bath is nice. Not as elaborate as I thought it would be.

And, look at this orange bedroom. The shape of the ceiling and faux finishes are great, but the gold fireplace in the corner is the focal point of the room.

Off this room is a lovely conversation room.

And, look at the bath. Maybe this is the primary bedroom.

These halls. I see a built-in cabinet down the hall and these windows open- you can see the iron barrier, so it's like a terrace.

Elaborate canopy bed in this room.

Writing desk in here. Must be a guest suite.

Marble tiles and look at the tub.

Another sitting room with cute spiral stairs going up to a loft.

This looks like a rooftop deck with a pergola.

Bridge over a koi pond and a covered sitting area.

Stunning home. That must be a pool b/c it has stairs, but it also has grass.

Fountain and water feature.

The .51 acre lot is 1/2 an acre, the house is huge, but they really made the most of the grounds. The gardens are stunning.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/4320-Cedarhurst-Cir-Los-Angeles-CA-90027/20810967_zpid/

[kaivenom]

Carmy Berzatto dating a food critic!reader HCS

Masterlist

Pre-relationship

You met him once when you were an appentice and he was in the previous restaurant.

You tasted his food and became interested on the idea of tasting his creations again, but as a critic fully prepare.

When you heard that he left the restaurant you were really sad.

But when you get the information that he went to reopen his brother's restaurant in Chigago, you decided to visit him.

Now you have a reputation in the food world, so when you sat down the waiter recognized you and got so nervous that he went to warn Carmy.

He didn't remember you at first, but after seeing you sit on the table with your cold look and your manners, he started to remember you.

That's when everything started to get crazy on the kitchen, you didn't need to be inside to notice it.

Apparently, the idea of a critic being there got everyone on their nerves, that's not new on your profession but you weren't on service.

When the food came to your plate, it was Carmy who served you. You were really excited about it, he was even more handsome that you remember.

The food on the other hand, was not as good as you remembered, maybe it was for the chaos in the kitchen or the new team, it was still really good.

He asked for your opinion and you said it to him, being the most proffesional you can be and you also said that you won't be publising it.

Apparently he had the impression that you did it because the food was a awfull to your tastes and his status.

You decided to came back a couple of weeks later and before entering the restaurant you saw Carmy on the side of the restaurant having a panic attack.

You helped him, even when he didn't want your help at first, you spent a couples of hours talking and of course, you explianed to him all the situation.

With all that being said, he proposed that you came to the restaurant from time to time to see how it's evolving.

That plan sounded good to you and so you did.

The visits you paid to the restaurant where really helpull for them to improve the cooking, for you to your critic skills and for Carmy to calm down.

A year passed and the renovation of the restaurant was completed, you were surprised that he invited you.

When he got trapped into the fridge, you talked to him trying to calm the situation. He was not cooperating, in a risky attempt to get him to shut up and stop being an asshole, you said you liked him.

He in fact got quiet and by the time they get him out, he went as fast as possible to find you.

You were outside the local, waiting for a taxi when he gets there and kisses you.

After that you didn't date at first, but knowing each others feelings made you two take things seriously.

Relationship

Dealing with panic and anxiety attacks it's a must, to the point that it's now a common thing to do for each other, because being a critic and dealing with the public opinion it's not a relaxing job either

Spending afternoons on is apartament or in the back of the restaurant trying his new foods and combinations.

Sleeping on the same bed, arms wrapped and legs tangled, hearing his heartbeat while you lay on his chest or sleeping in spoon.

Normally, he wokes up first or simply can't sleep so he gets up to take some drink, you usually noticed a little later and go acompany him.

He always insists on not doing it, on sleep more alone but you always want to circle your arms around his waist and lay your head on his shoulder and try to get him back to bed.

On particulary rough nights, he will be the little spoon, especially when something related to his family happens.

More than once, he got a little late to work because of wanting to get more time with you.

Nobody tends to say anything when that happens because he is more calm when that happens.

At first he doesn't open up about feelings or thoughts, not because he doesn't trust you but because he doesn't know how to comunicate.

You help him control his autodestructive impulses so the environment at work becames better for everyone.

Small kisses eveytime he can, on the cheek or the forehead, in public it's what happens the most.

He tries to keep it cool and gentlemen when you are on the restaurant or in public but when you are alone, he shows all his feelings thru physical contact.

At first, RIchie had a personal crusade with you, thinking you were trying to hurt the restaurant or his cousin, but once you start dating, he treated you like you were family.

You officially had become the taster of every recipe and menu the crew tries, you often joke about it.

Everytime you have to travel to a restaurant or job, Carmy gets really sad and always tries to text you or call you and ask you about your day.

Once you come back from the trip, he always wants to hear everything you have to say about your experience before he says anything about his week.

He really enjoys listening to you, your voice calms him. WHen he starts to get really insufferable, you yell at him or just raise your voice and he starts to shut up and leave everyone alone.

You tried to do meditation once, you didn't need it and Carmy considered stupid, but once in a while you find him doing something similar.

He tries to teach how to cook things but he it's not a good teacher, it's really impatient with people, even if he tries to be extra nice to you.

He tends to use this cooking lessons to just spent some quality time with you.

You spent his free days laying in bed, almost never going out, just being lazy.

It's very difficult to convince him to talk to his bother in-law, nut you oblige him to be nice while you talk to his sister on the family gatherings.

Some paperworks of culinary world commented about your relationship but you two didn't care, after all you didn't critic his restaurant.

NSFW

Frustated sex very often.

Going to see him at the end of the turn and he is so desperate that he couldn't keep it in his pants.

The thing about Carmy's sex drive it's that he doesn't comunicate his emotions with words so it transforms in hornyness or just the need of getting all out with you.

With frustation, angryness, etc. his hornyness increases.

He tents to be more dominant, not in a daddy kink way, it's just that he is used to being in control, and that includes bed.

He would never do something that could hurt you, but he really likes to grip you hard.

Sex with you is his relieve, before work, after a night on the restaurant, on workbreaks.

He is very passional about it, ussually fast and rough.

When slow sex happens, it's just really sensual, taking his time to work you up.

[astaroth1357]

Oh God, What Have We Done??: Father!Belphegor Headcanons

You know, I was going to write this for Simeon, and I still might, but Belphie lost the Dad poll and I must right an injustice when I see one.

Content: Somehow incredibly fluffy with Big Happy Family vibes; mostly meme fodder

~♡♡♡~

I refuse to believe this could have been planned. No person in their right mind is going to look at Belphie and go, "Oh yeah. That's some real good father material right there!" Belphegor wouldn't even say that to himself.

Either a condom broke, a pill was skipped, or some orphaned demon child imprinted on these two like a baby duck and followed them home. Either way, NO ONE wanted this, but it's happening.

Belphegor's reaction to realizing that he's a Dad:

Everyone else's reaction to realizing Belphegor is a Dad:

Beel's reaction to realizing that he is an Uncle:

But seriously though, Beel is the only one with any kind of unwavering faith that his twin can pull this off. Never doubts him for a second and never will.

Everybody else though....? Well. Satan is already cleaning out the local libraries of their parenting books, Asmo's searching Mommy blogs, and Lucifer keeps staring off into the middle distance like he's questioning every single life decision that has brought them to this point. Fear is rampant, despair is on high.

The biggest worry is that Belphegor is going to leave MC more or less high and dry. He's not exactly known to be a "go-getter" when times are tough and though he has his soft side, sure, no one would call it particularly "nurturing."

Diavolo and Barbs weren't even sure if they should announce the news to the realm. Of course one of the Lords of the Hell having an offspring is a pretty big deal but under these circumstances...

What if it was treated like a joke by the populous? Painting a target for ridicule on Belphie and MC's backs had to be the LAST thing anybody wanted...

Even Belphegor, in a pretty heartbreaking moment of self-reflection, tried to convince Beel to take over for him instead. Not to shirk the responsibility, but out of pure acknowledgement that he would make the better father between them...

Beel, of course, was not having this for a second. And you know what? Everyone would do well to listen to the wisdom of Beel! Because he knew instinctively something that everyone else had conveniently forgotten-

No matter the circumstances, Belphie's kid was a part of the family. And that meant that they, the MC, and even Belphie himself were never going to be doing this alone.

And that fact was proven quickly enough when every member of the family, extended or otherwise, stepped up to lend a hand.

Levi and Mammon took it on themselves to go out and buy whatever baby items they needed and seemingly came in every day with handfuls upon handfuls of bottles, baby gates, socket covers, and TOYS (literally so many toys. They bought more toys than diapers).

Lucifer and Asmo set to work on renovating a nursery/kid's room almost immediately. The eldest had the plans drafted within a week of the news while Asmo buried MC and Belphie in paint swatches and magazine catalogs for the walls and decor.

Satan roped Beel in to help him train Belphegor to be a little less lazy and more attentive to the MC and the baby. Even going so far as to curse a baby monitor to sound like fog horn to him and only him if the kid began to cry.

The angels chipped in with gifts and free offers to babysit (mostly from Simeon, but Luke is already eyeing the little one like a baby sibling and is protective as such).

Solomon uh... Well Solomon offered to cook MC whatever they wanted through the pregnancy at first, but when that got a HARD veto he switched to just giving HoL a touch of magic baby proofing. Nobody can figure out how to get under the kitchen sink anymore, but that means the baby won't either!

And, of course, despite Belphegor not liking him much, Diavolo is probably the BEST psudeo-uncle a kid could have. He's already sent Barbatos out to curate the best baby food and Lucifer is training him on how to hold infants properly so he can take turns being babysitter with Simeon.

As a father... Belphie isn't perfect. He did whine more than a few times about no longer being the "baby" everyone doted on. A couple times, he may even act just as childish as his kid...

But in the moments late at night when he's rocking them in his arms, dead tired from being awake for hours but determined to make sure they sleep first...

Or when he's walking around the House with them tucked to his chest because they'll never cry if he holds them.

How he pays attention to every little thing that interests them so he can craft each of their dreams more exciting than the last...

Or how he, more than any of the others, knows what a precious treasure it is to be with those you love since you never know when they'll be gone...

He'll do alright. With the love and support of everyone else, their child will have everything they need...

As long as they don't turn out as spoiled as he is 💀

[iloveboysinred]

Life with Keith after the war [Domestic fluff hcs]

pg.13 fluff| Keith Kogane x gn reader

cw; fluff, domestic life, mentions of war

masterlist

-Okay so after the war against the Galra was won, you and Keith moved back to his house in the desert, opting to live a quiet life in isolation.

-it was peaceful and a stark contrast to the almost constant chaos of whirling around in space.

-you and Keith made some renovations to the home, fixing broken windows, re-storing the paint on the walls, and getting working appliances like a new fridge, a microwave and a bunch of new cups and plates.

-Mornings with him were your favorite, you always woke up before him, turning on some music and cooking breakfast for yourselves, watching the sun finish rising.

-he didn't wake up too long after you, your lack of warmth in bed basically forcing him to get up and look for you.

-He would find you in the kitchen, a cute apron that was much too long for you covering you from the mess of pancake batter all over the counter.

-"Morning Keith" "mmh morning baby. What's cooking?"

-he would come up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist, burying his face in the crook of your neck, his sleep laden eyes still not adjusted to the bright morning light shinning through the windows. He made a mental note to get curtains.

-He would hold onto your hips and sway side to side, following the beat of the music playing.

-you guys regularly visited Shiro, almost always taking home Tupperwares of food his husband would cook, never returning them back because Keith kept forgetting them.

-you guys had built a dog house outside for Kosmo, but he would just teleport right back inside, suddenly laying over you and Keith on the bed, wagging his tail like a puppy.

-You guys spent most of the day indoors, watching movies, talking about the future, loving on each other and trying to make up for all the times you couldn't be like this in space.

-Keith had become such a cuddle bug it was ridiculous, his hands were always wrapped around your waist, and he always had to be touching you, sub-consciously or on purpose.

-When you guys would sitting down at the dinning table, his hand would interlink with yours or rest on your thigh.

-you never went to bed before chit chatting about your day, exchanging I love yous and snuggling up under the covers.

-on the nights that you did stay up together, you and him would sit outside and stargaze, or stay in and watch scary movies with all types of sugary junk food, as if you guys were still teenagers.

-you regularly de-tangled and kept up with Keith's hair, it was so healthy and shiny.

-whenever Krolia visited you would all catch up, her sharing with you her earliest memories of baby Keith.

-he would blush and cross his arms, growing more and more embarrassed at every story. Your giggling not making it any better.

-after about a year and a half, Keith asked you to marry him. Much to Krolia's delight.

-you decided to have a small wedding, Keith not being the big flashy party type of man.

-You invited all the former paladins, as well as Ulaz and Krolia, everyone making sure to show up and celebrate your special day.

-you were over the moon once your vows were said and you were officially married, yanking Keith onto you and pressing a kiss to his lips, everyone cheering behind you and clapping.

-after the wedding, you guys laid in bed, just admiring each other, loving kisses exchanged between the both of you.

-from then on Keith just called you by your shared last name most of the time.

-"good morning, Mr/s Kogane"

-made it a point to let everyone know you were his spouse.

-he was such a sap, having multiple framed pictures of your wedding all over the house.

-Eventually the conversation of children came up, deciding when the time came you would adopt, wanting to give a child a family, just as Shiro did to Keith.

-Keith splurged as much as he could for the new addition to the family, buying clothes, food, toiletries, everything.

-he filled what used to be his room in the house with kid stuff.

-Shiro would frequently come over during this time, brining handbooks on parenting, offering useful advice on how to make the child feel at home and comfortable.

-When your new son came home you and Keith were over the moon, low-key freaking the little boy out with your enthusiasm.

-got a regular dog for him, scared Kosmo would teleport him to god knows where.

-it took a while, but he ended up warning up to you and Keith, you guys were a proper family.

-you and Keith grew old and grey.

-you would still hold hands on the porch, sitting side by side as the days would go by, but your love never ceased.

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how to describe? Houses, rooms, interiors, palaces, etc?

Creating immersive descriptions of indoor spaces is more than just scene setting—it’s an invitation to the reader to step into your world. Describing the interior of buildings with vivid detail can draw readers into your narrative. So let’s explore how to describe interiors using multiple sensory experiences and contexts.

Sights

Lighting: soft glow of lamps, harsh fluorescent lights, or natural light.

Colour and textures; peeling paint, plush velvet, or sleek marble.

Size and scale: is it claustrophobically small or impressively grand?

Architectural features: high ceilings, crown mouldings, or exposed beams.

Furnishings: are they modern, sparse, antique, or cluttered?

Style and decor: what style is represented, and how does it affect the atmosphere?

State of repair: is the space well-kept, neglected, or under renovation?

Perspective and layout: how do spaces flow into each other?

Unique design features: describe sculptural elements, or things that stand out.

Spatial relationships: describe how objects are arranged—what’s next to, across from, or underneath something else?

Sounds

Describe echoes in large spaces or the muffled quality of sound in carpeted or furnished rooms.

Note background noises; is there a persistent hum of an air conditioner, or the tick of a clock?

Describe the sound of footsteps; do they click, scuff, or are they inaudible?

Include voices; are they loud and echoing or soft and absorbed?

Is there music? Is it piped in, coming from a live source, or perhaps drifting in from outside?

Capture the sounds of activity; typing, machinery, kitchen noises, etc.

Describe natural sounds; birds outside the window, or the rustle of trees.

Consider sound dynamics; is the space acoustically lively or deadened?

Include unexpected noises that might be unique to the building.

Consider silence as a sound quality. What does the absence of noise convey?

Smells

Identify cleaning products or air fresheners. Do they create a sterile or inviting smell?

Describe cooking smells if near a kitchen; can you identify specific foods?

Mention natural scents; does the room smell of wood, plants, or stone?

Are there musty or stale smells in less ventilated spaces?

Note the smell of new materials; fresh paint, new carpet, or upholstery.

Point out if there’s an absence of smell, which can be as notable as a powerful scent.

Consider personal scents; perfume, sweat, or the hint of someone’s presence.

Include scents from outside that find their way in; ocean air, city smells, etc.

Use metaphors and similes to relate unfamiliar smells to common experiences.

Describe intensity and layering of scents; is there a primary scent supported by subtler ones?

Activities

Describe people’s actions; are they relaxing, working, hurried, or leisurely?

Does the space have a traditional use? What do people come there to do?

Note mechanical activity; elevators moving, printers printing, etc.

Include interactions; are people talking, arguing, or collaborating?

Mention solitary activities; someone reading, writing, or involved in a hobby.

Capture movements; are there servers bustling about, or a janitor sweeping?

Observe routines and rituals; opening blinds in the morning, locking doors at night.

Include energetic activities; perhaps children playing or a bustling trade floor.

Note restful moments; spaces where people come to unwind or reflect.

Describe cultural or community activities that might be unique to the space.

Decorative style

Describe the overall style; is it minimalist, baroque, industrial, or something else?

Note period influences; does the decor reflect a specific era or design movement?

Include colour schemes and how they play with or against each other.

Mention patterns; on wallpaper, upholstery, or tiles.

Describe textural contrasts; rough against smooth, shiny against matte.

Observe symmetry or asymmetry in design.

Note the presence of signature pieces; a chandelier, an antique desk, or a modern art installation.

Mention thematic elements; nautical, floral, astronomical, etc.

Describe homemade or bespoke items that add character.

Include repetitive elements; motifs that appear throughout the space.

History

Mention historical usage; was the building repurposed, and does it keep its original function?

Describe architectural time periods; identify features that pinpoint the era of construction.

Note changes over time; upgrades, downgrades, or restorations.

Include historical events that took place within or affected the building.

Mention local or regional history that influenced the building’s design or function.

Describe preservation efforts; are there plaques, restored areas, or visible signs of aging?

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Derek morgan x reader - thunderstorms and those small moments

Hi! Could you do derek morganxreader where he takes her with him to one of the houses he renovates but a big snow/thunderstorm stops them from going home so they are stuck there for a couple nights Fluff ensues as they try to make the best of the situation by cuddling and catching up on what happened in their personal lives🧡 - Anon💜

Looking around the old house, you walked into the only room that was finished.

“Of course you finished the kitchen first.”

“Hey, where else are you supposed to cook amazing meals if there’s no kitchen.” Derek chuckled.

You laughed a little bit, and he took you to the stairs.

“Careful, there are little unsteady.”

Derek held his hand out for you, and you took it, letting him carefully lead you up to the second floor.

Your fingers were laced with his as he showed you the other rooms, explaining his plans and his visions for each room.

You didn’t really understand most of it, renovating properties wasn’t something you were all that interested in, but Derek was and he loved it, so you were trying to make sense of everything he was saying.

You both went back downstairs and you sat in the middle of the living room while you watched Derek.

“Why did you ask me to come anyways?” You asked.

“I thought you could use the company, especially after the last case.”

Derek looked at you and you offered him a small smile as you picked up some of the papers and tools he had laying around

“Thank you..”

Derek walked over, kneeling down in front of you and he took the things front you, taking the safety glasses from his face he put them on yours

He then held out the hammer for you, and you furrowed your brows a little bit in confusion.

“I got a wall that needs bringing down and a (Y/N) with a needs to work out some rage.”

“Derek it’s okay.”

“Come on sweetheart, I know you like breaking things and trust me you got a real talent for destruction.”

“Is it too much work for you Derek?” You taunted.

“I just know I ain’t stronger than you.”

You laughed, and Derek walked behind you, putting his hands under your arms to haul you to your feet.

You walked over to the wall, and he pointed to where you needed to swing the hammer first and you did.

You were a little unbalanced, and he stayed behind you in order to keep you from falling over from the weight of the hammer you were holding.

You kept going for as long as you could until you arms began to ache, and you finally set the hammer back, turning back to Derek with a sheepish grin.

“Feel any better?”

“Yeah, thanks.”

He smiled at you, leaning down to kiss the side of your head.

“You ready to talk about what happened?”

Your hand instinctively went to your thigh, feeling the bandage from under your jeans.

You shook your head and Derek gave you a gentle look, nodding his head in understanding.

“Alright, we don’t have to. Come on, let’s go sit down, don’t want you overworking yourself now do we?”

“I’m as fit as a horse.”

“Yeah, got the bullet wound to prove it and all.”

You laughed a little bit, making your way to the kitchen to sit on the chair.

Derek picked up his jacket, placing it over your shoulder, and he pulled a chair over to sit in front of you.

You placed your hands on his knees, looking up at him.

“Can I ask you something Der?”

He gave you a soft smile.

“Of course, ask whatever you want you know that.”

You nodded, taking a small breath.

“I uh.. I’m thinking about taking some time away from the BAU…”

“You’re leaving? Where would you go?”

“My parents downsized and moved to a small country house, I guess I would go there for a little while, they’re on a cruise at the minute, so they won’t be back for a while.”

Derek nodded his head.

“And the question?”

“Would you… would you come with me… if I did?”

“Yeah, yeah of course I would (Y/N). I wouldn’t let you go alone you know that, I got time off I need to use, I can tell Hotch I’ll be there in emergencies.”

“Really?”

Derek placed his hand over yours, giving it a small squeeze, running his thumb along your knuckles.

“Yeah sweetheart, I know right now you can’t be alone. When you’re ready to talk about what happened I’ll be right by your side.”

You leant down, resting your forehead on his hands, tears burning your eyes.

“I just don’t want to be alone…”

“Hey, hey it’s okay… it’s alright… you’re not going to be alone…” he whispered.

Derek leant down, kissing the back of your head and he cradled your face in his hands, lifting your head so he could look at you, wiping your tears for you.

“How about we go to that little pizza place you love so much?” He whispered.

“Can we have Thai food instead…?”

This made him laugh a little bit.

“Whatever you want sweetheart.”

You stood up, pulling his jacket on properly, and he did the zip up for you, picking up his bag, the pair of you making your way towards the front door.

You both noticed the dip in temperature the closer you got, and you shared a look as he opened the door to see the rain hammering down all around, the wind whistling through trees.

There was a few flashes across the sky, followed by a crack of thunder so loud it shook the very building you were stood in.

“Can you see the car?” You asked.

“No, it ain’t safe to go out there, we need to stay here until it passes.”

Derek closed the door again, ushering you to the kitchen and he rummaged through some of the cabinets in there, pulling out a blanket and some candles.

“Some people would consider that creepy Derek Morgan.”

He chuckled.

“Sometimes I forget to look at the time so I would stay here instead of going home.”

You hummed a little bit, letting him wrap the blanket around you before he began lighting some candles.

It didn’t light up the place all that well, but it made it easier to see when the lightening wasn’t streaking across the skies.

Derek went through a few more of the cupboards, pulling out some snacks and a few cans of soda.

“Damn Derek you’re really stocked up huh?”

“Gotta be prepared for any situation. Here, these are your favourites.”

He handed you your favourite sofa and snack, and you smiled sweetly at him.

Derek sat next to you, and you wrapped the blanket around his shoulders, sitting between his legs with your back against his chest.

“So, if I didn’t bring you with me what would you be doing?”

You thought for a moment.

“Probably be at home to be honest, maybe asleep or watching tv.”

“Yeah? With that dog of yours?”

“You mean Thrasher?”

“Yeah, that’s the one. You’ve had him a few weeks now right? What breed is he?”

“He’s a Doberman, my friend couldn’t keep him at her apartment but she couldn’t keep him at the shelter either. He’s actually really sweet once you get to know him.”

Derek hummed a little bit.

“Didn’t see him last time I was there.”

“Oh yeah, he was at the vets, that’s all.”

He nodded his head, wrapping his arms around you with the blanket, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“You got me as your big scary bodyguard and you get yourself a dog, should I be insulted?”

“Yeah but nobody’s scared of either of you.”

He chuckled.

“Careful sweetheart that just might break a mans heart.”

You grinned a little bit, leaning your head against him.

“Come on, I wanna know everything, tell me what else you’ve been up to.”

You turned on your side, resting one leg under his and the other over it, mindful of your injury.

Resting your head on his chest, you began to tell him everything you had been up to while you weren’t at work, from volunteering with your friend, to just lounging at him.

Derek wanted to hear about it all, so you told him about it all.

He just listened, arms wrapped around you, making sure you were fully wrapped up inside the blanket in order to keep you warm.

“So, when we run off to the middle of nowhere what’re we gonna do?”

“Well, there’s a nice village nearby. We could go there, or there’s a hiking trail nearby.”

“You’re gonna hike with that shit leg of yours?”

You laughed, playfully hitting his side which made him laugh.

“It’ll be fine by then. I’ll have to bring Thrasher though, can’t leave him alone while I’m enjoying the country life.”

“Yeah? What about me?”

“Yeah I could leave you happily.”

“Ouch, okay. I see how it is, you know what? You know what I’m gonna do?”

“What’s that?”

“I’m gonna take you there, then I’m going to go down to that village and get a house there, then I’m gonna move there, and the only rule is you can’t go there.”

You grinned a little bit.

“You can’t stick to that.”

“Can’t I?”

“Nope.”

“I reckon I can.”

You hummed a little bit, moving away from him and you laid down with your head on his bag, turning to look at him with a little grin.

“Get your ass back over here before you freeze.”

“Nope. If you can stick to it you can stay over there then.”

“(Y/N) you’re going to freeze come on.”

You just grinned a little more at him.

Derek stared at you before he rolled his eyes, making his way over he laid next to you, covering you up with the blanket.

“I knew you couldn’t stick to it.”

“Hey, this doesn’t mean I won’t stick to it.”

You hummed a little bit, turning your back to him and he chuckled, climbing over you to lay on your other side, wrapping his arm around you.

You reached up, brushing your fingers against his cheek and he closed his eyes.

Your touch as gentle, almost as if you weren’t really brushing your knuckles against his skin.

Derek opened his eyes, moving forward to press his forehead against yours.

“You’re so damn stubborn you know that right?”

“Yeah but you wouldn’t love me if I wasn’t…”

“You could be the most stubborn person out there and I’d still love you.” He whispered.

“Would you love me if I was a worm?”

He chuckled, leaning foreword to gently kiss you, then he pulled away.

“I’d make you your own little house and everything.”

“So you wouldn’t try make me not a worm? Wow okay.”

“You didn’t say that was an option.”

You leant forward, pressing your lips to his again, resting your palm on his cheek.

When you pulled away, you resting your head on his chest, letting Derek pull the blanket around your shoulders.

You balled your hands into the fabric of his shirt, and he ran a hand up and down your back.

“But would I really have to turn you back into a person & just keep you as a worm?”

“You asshole.”

He chuckled a little.

“I’d travel every country if I had to sweetheart don’t you worry.”

You closed your eyes with a little grin on your lips.

“So does this mean I can live in your fake village house now?”

“You can live in any fake house I own. I love you.”

“I love you too Der…”

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Small Bathroom Renovations Melbourne: Revamp Your Space

Is your small bathroom in Melbourne feeling cramped and outdated? With recent trends showcasing stylish, compact bathrooms, a makeover might be just what you need. This blog will share insider knowledge about Small Bathroom Renovations Melbourne and how to maximise your space while revamping the design.

Benefits of Small Bathroom Renovations Starting a renovation for your small bathroom in Melbourne or in Melbourne’s eastern suburbs offers optimised layout and storage solutions. It offers a world of possibilities that increase the value of your property. Whether you’re in Malvern, Williamstown, or beyond, transforming this intimate space can yield numerous advantages.

Optimised layout and storage solutions An optimised layout and intelligent storage solutions can turn large and small bathrooms into spacious sanctuaries. Whether it’s a custom bathroom remodel or laundry renovation, strategic planning can enhance every inch of available space throughout your home.

Space-saving fixtures like wall-mounted sinks or corner toilets are perfect for both large and small bathroom renovations, expanding the floor area and fostering an open ambience. Recessed shelving provides generous storage without invading the room, while careful plumbing and electrical planning by professional bathroom renovators in Melbourne ensures a seamless fit.

Opting for light colours and clean lines in your custom design contributes to the illusion of added space in an old bathroom or ensuite bathroom. If you’re seeking the best bathroom renovation experts for your large bathroom renovations or ensuite designs in Melbourne, get a quote from our team of tilers and craftsmen. An efficiently designed bathroom not only maximises functionality but also cultivates a clutter-free environment, paving the way for relaxation and tranquillity.

Premium finishing and design options Premium finishing and design options transform your bathroom into a luxurious oasis. High-quality materials like granite countertops, ceramic tiles and polished brass fixtures contribute to an upscale feel.

Space-saving fixtures ensure every corner of the small room becomes practical yet stylish.

Customised lighting solutions can make a significant difference in making your new bathroom appear spacious and bright. For example, LED strip lights underneath vanities or mirror backlighting can add depth to the room while highlighting its best features.

Of course, any customisation with premium finishes will impact the cost of your renovation project. But every dollar spent is worth it for creating a dream bathroom that matches your aesthetic preference perfectly.

Increased property value With a well-executed bathroom renovation, your Melbourne property could see significant financial gains. Imagine creating a bathroom design that meets your dream aesthetic and increases your home’s value by 2-3%.

Whether it’s the installation of new fixtures or tiles, every change you make adds equity to your property and potentially gives you an additional $15,000 on a $20,000 renovation project.

Moreover, these renovations may boost the overall energy efficiency by approximately 10%, yet another selling point for prospective buyers impressed with eco-friendly homes.

Henceforth, small bathroom renovations go beyond improving functionality, they’re sound financial investments that can pay off big when it’s time to sell!

Common Problems with Starting Bathroom Renovations When starting bathroom renovations in Melbourne, homeowners often need help with common problems such as budget constraints, limited space, and the challenge of choosing suitable materials and fixtures.

Budget constraints Renovating your small bathroom in Melbourne doesn’t have to break the bank. When it comes to budget constraints, options are available to suit various financial situations. By carefully strategising and making wise decisions, it is possible to accomplish an affordable bathroom renovation that is aesthetically pleasing and practical.

Consider opting for cost-effective materials without compromising on quality, explore affordable fixture options, and work with experienced tradespeople who can provide efficient services at competitive rates.

By being strategic with your spending and taking advantage of affordable solutions, you’ll be able to transform your small bathroom into a space that reflects your style without overspending.

Limited space Limited space is a common challenge when it comes to small bathroom renovations in Melbourne. Renovating a small bathroom can be daunting, as you must make the most of the available space while ensuring functionality and aesthetics.

Planning is critical when working with limited space, and there are specific tips and advice that can help you achieve successful small bathroom renovations. By optimising your layout, choosing smart storage solutions, and selecting fixtures that maximise space, you can transform your small bathroom into a stunning and functional oasis within your budget.

With careful planning and the appropriate approach, you can overcome space limitations and design a stunning new bathroom that fulfils all your requirements.

Choosing the right materials and fixtures Choosing suitable materials and fixtures is a crucial step when starting your bathroom renovation project. It’s important to carefully select the materials that match your desired aesthetic and provide durability and functionality.

Using premium materials like marble and quartz can add a touch of luxury to your bathroom. However, they may have a sizable impact on the overall cost of your remodelling venture. Still, they might significantly affect the total expense of the remodelling project. Consider factors such as maintenance requirements, water resistance, and longevity when choosing materials for your fixtures.

By making informed choices, you can ensure that your new bathroom will not only look stunning but also stand the test of time.

Choosing a Professional for Bathroom Renovations Melbourne When choosing a professional for your bathroom renovations in Melbourne, experience is key. Hiring experienced tradespeople ensures that you will receive top-notch service and quality workmanship.

Don’t settle for anything less when it comes to creating your dream bathroom. Read on to discover why our team is the best choice for all your renovation needs!

Importance of hiring experienced tradespeople Hiring experienced tradespeople for your bathroom renovation is of utmost importance. These professionals have the knowledge and expertise to ensure the job is done correctly and to a high standard. They understand the specific challenges and requirements of bathroom renovations, such as plumbing and waterproofing, and can navigate them effectively. Experienced trades contribute valuable expertise, guaranteeing a seamless execution of your project from beginning to end.

By hiring professionals who specialise in bathroom renovations, you can have peace of mind knowing that your space will be transformed into a stunning and functional oasis.

Professional and friendly service Renovating your bathroom may seem overwhelming. But it doesn’t have to be. With the help of professional and friendly service, you can make the process stress-free.

Experienced renovators take pride in offering top-notch customer service from start to finish. With their knowledge and experience, they guide you through the entire renovation process, ensuring that your vision for a stunning and functional bathroom becomes a reality.

Whether it’s providing expert consultations or delivering high-quality workmanship, these companies are dedicated to providing you with a professional and friendly experience. With their assistance, you can transform your small bathroom into a beautiful space that meets all your needs. Renovation Pros is known for its commitment to excellent customer service.

Our team of experts takes the necessary time to comprehend your unique needs and collaborates closely with you throughout the entire process. From initial consultation to final completion, we guide you every step of the way while maintaining open communication.

Testimonials from previous customers Our satisfied customers have raved about the exceptional workmanship and customer service they received from our team. Sharon Giblett, a homeowner in Melbourne, was thrilled with her bathroom renovation project managed by Renovation Pros.

We delivered stunning complete bathroom renovations that exceeded expectations, with high-quality finishes and clear communication throughout the process.

Renovation Pros has an experienced team that guarantees a completion date for their stunning bathroom projects. You can trust that when you select our services, you’ll join a long list of happy customers who have created their dream bathrooms with us.

The Renovation Pros Process Bathroom Renovations In Melbourne Our skilled team will begin the renovation process by conducting an initial consultation to grasp your requirements and develop a personalised design for your compact bathroom in Melbourne.

We will help you select the best materials and fixtures, handle all construction and installation work, and add those final touches to ensure that every detail is perfect. Trust us to bring your vision of a stunning and functional bathroom to life within your budget and timeframe.

Initial consultation and design During the initial consultation for your small bathroom renovation in Melbourne, a professional installer will come to your home to understand your needs and assess the space. This step is crucial in the design process as it allows them to gather all the necessary information to create a tailored renovation solution just for you.

Our team will present you with a concept proposal during this consultation, giving you an introduction to what your renovated bathroom could look like. You can also discuss the design and build process, ensuring everything is clear from the start.

Selection of materials and fixtures Choosing the right materials and fixtures is key in small bathroom renovations. It’s important to select items that enhance the aesthetic appeal of your space and provide functionality and durability.

When considering materials, choices such as marble and granite can bring a sense of elegance to your bathroom, while tiles provide numerous opportunities for creative designs. Fixtures such as faucets, showerheads, and toilets should be chosen with quality in mind, ensuring they are built to last.

By carefully selecting materials and fixtures for your small bathroom renovation in Melbourne, you can create a beautiful and functional space that will stand the test of time.

Construction and installation During the construction and installation phase of your small bathroom renovation in Melbourne, our experienced professionals will bring your vision to life. This process involves engaging builders, plumbers, and other tradespeople who will work together to transform your space.

We will ensure that all necessary building codes and regulations are met through a thorough building inspection.

We will use custom cabinets or drawers that can be thoughtfully installed in your small bathroom, allowing you to maximise storage space. These tailored storage solutions are designed to fit seamlessly within the available space, providing you with convenient and accessible areas to store your bathroom essentials. By optimizing storage in this way, you can keep your bathroom clutter-free and organized, enhancing both the functionality and aesthetics of the room.

With our experts in bathroom renovations and attention to detail, our professional teams will ensure that the construction and installation are completed efficiently and with high-quality workmanship.

Final touches and completion Once your small bathroom renovation’s construction and installation phase is complete, it’s time for the final touches and completion. This is where your vision truly comes to life! Our team of experienced tradespeople in Melbourne will meticulously attend to every detail, ensuring that your new bathroom is stunning and functional.

From carefully applying the finishing coat of paint to installing beautiful fixtures and fittings, we take pride in our workmanship. We understand the importance of these final touches in creating a space that exceeds your expectations.

With our attention to detail, you can trust that every aspect of your small bathroom renovation will be completed with precision and care.

Budgeting and Timeframe Discover the factors that influence the cost and timeframe of your small bathroom renovation project in Melbourne, and get ready to transform your space into a stunning oasis. Read on to find out more!

Factors influencing the cost of a small bathroom renovation Several factors can influence the cost of a small bathroom renovation. One key factor is the size of the bathroom itself. Generally, larger bathrooms tend to be more expensive to renovate compared to smaller ones.

The bathroom layout also plays a role in determining the cost, as it may affect plumbing needs and any necessary structural changes. Additionally, the style and accessories chosen for the renovation can impact the overall expenses.

From budget-friendly options to high-end finishes, each choice can contribute to the final cost. Lastly, it’s essential to consider the timeframe of your renovation project, as more extended periods may lead to higher expenses.

By considering these factors, you can better plan and budget for your small bathroom renovation in Melbourne.

Average cost range for small bathroom renovations The cost of small bathroom renovations in Melbourne can differ based on the project’s size and extent. The typical cost range for a small bathroom remodelling project is around $15,000 to $20,000, on average.

However, larger and more complex renovations could cost upwards of $40,000. For smaller bathrooms under five square meters, the average cost is around $9,700. Remember that specific elements within the renovation can also impact the overall price range.

These prices typically include materials, fixtures, labour costs, and any necessary plumbing or electrical work.

The estimated timeframe for completion A bathroom renovation project in Melbourne typically takes 3 to 8 weeks to complete the build stage. Under ideal conditions, whole bathroom renovations can be finished in around 23 days.

On average, a bathroom renovation in Melbourne falls within the range of 3 to 40 days. Please note that the durations mentioned above may differ based on the project’s intricacy and any unforeseen challenges encountered during the construction process.

It’s important to plan accordingly and allow for some flexibility when setting your expectations for completion.

Conclusion Revamp your home with Small Bathroom Renovations Melbourne and create a space that is functional, stylish, and tailored to your preferences. With a team of experienced tradespeople, premium finishing options, and optimised storage solutions, you can transform your bathroom into a stunning oasis.

Don’t settle for a cramped or outdated space, contact Renovation Pros today to start your dream bathroom renovation project.

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Richie x plus size black!reader

Warnings: unprotected sex, slight breeding, oral (f) receiving, public sex, sex around/near food in a public kitchen, use of the phrase “daddy”, age gap: reader is in their twenties ( 24/27).

Timeline: before The Original Beef underwent renovations, and became, The Bear, around season 1.

A/n: yeah…I felt slutty writing this, and I totally blame all the TikTok edits for the down pour of Richie thirst videos I’ve received from my friends. Anywho, it’s not anything too special considering I’m posting at 5am. Hope you enjoy, please reblog, and follow me for more.

Ate pm

It was late, and the kitchen had closed, everyone had already gone home. However, Rhichie made you promise to show him your sweet potato recipe, “are you gonna pay attention to what I’m trying to teach you, or are you gonna keep goofing off?” It was an innocent enough ask, however, he’s been trying to get at you for a while, and would take any opportunity to flirt with you. Especially if it was away from spying eyes. During work hours you liked to pretend he wasn’t flirting with you all day, Carmen had even made a sly comment about Richie not being able to keep up with girls half his age. To which he arrogantly replied, ‘my mouth works just as well as my dick motherfucker,’ it nearly made you spit your morning coffee.

“I’ll pay attention when you stop talking, and actually show me something.” He quickly rebutted, he smirked when your words got caught in your throat, and instead of arguing back you turned to your food. Something about the attention he relentlessly gave you got you all hot and flustered, but you loved it. He’d slide past you and whisper a, ‘fucking gorgeous today,’ on the way through the kitchen. Recently, you noticed how territorial he’s become from all the compliments you’ve gotten from male customers. Too nice to turn down men’s persistent advances you would take the phone number offered to you, and it got to a point where Richie would start taking orders, and working register with you just so he could shoo the men away. ‘Aye, you’re holdin up my line jackoff, beat it.’

“Are you gonna let me taste it?” He asked in a soft voice, almost a whisper, you weren’t aware he could be so quiet because he’s usually so boisterous. He stood with his hip leaning against the counter, his head tilted, and an expression of amusement on his face.

You looked over at him with a shocked look. “What?” You stood frozen in place, you felt like if you blinked you’d miss something. ‘Am I crazy or did he just–’ Richie held your gaze, he pushed himself upwards, and leaned in closer to you. The scent of his liquor store oils invading your senses, you didn’t like men’s Versace the last time you smelled it, but on him it was perfect.

“The pie y/n, can I taste the pie filling?” He clarified, but his fingers were already dipping into the bowl before you had a chance to stop him. By the time you processed what he had done, his hand was already moving to his mouth where he sucked the mixture clean off. You couldn’t help but watch as his fingers slowly slid from his lips, the way they glistened reminded you of your own when you delved as deep into yourself as your atomy would allow. You’d guiltily call out Richie’s fingers wishing it was his hand pleasing you instead, over and over you’d plunge into yourself till you’d spray all over yourself and the bed sheets.

“How does it taste?” You asked, chewing on your bottom lip, the corners of his mouth twitched as he fought back a grin.

“I think it’s a sweet, smooth consistency, just how I like my pie filling. But maybe you should test it, I’m sure your palate is better than mine.” His eyes darted towards the glass bowl beside you, and without hesitation you dipped your own finger in, then into your mouth. Your eyes fluttered closed as you took in all the flavors, a habit you developed when you became an at home cook. It’s habitual for you to let out a satisfactory breath when something exquisite hits your taste buds. Richie had been temporarily forgotten about as you slowly slid your index finger from your mouth. He grinned, he had you right where he wanted you, he knew if he got you away from the eyes of the nosy coworkers you'd become a completely different person.

“Good isn’t it.” His voice jolted you out of your train of thought, those beautiful blue eyes of his took you in, something had shifted in you as it did him. The tension was different as you became more aware of his intentions, and more honest with yourself in the fact that you decided to submit to him. You made up your mind that the next move was completely up to him, and you wouldn’t say no. He trapped you between himself and the counter behind you, not trusting yourself with words you nodded your head. “Hm, you got a little bit here.” Richie reached up, his hand gently grabbed your chin, and swiped at a drop of sweet potato filling that dripped to the corner of your lip.

Your gazes locked, your mouth opened wider, and your tongue slipped out to lick his thumb clean. “Fuck…I fucking knew it.” Richie cursed under his breath, he swallowed as you sucked on his thumb, he pulled away only to take your face between his hands, and press his lips to yours. The both of you were caught up in a heated kiss, desperate to have more, your nipples hardening painful as goosebumps prickled your skin. Your hands wrapped around his shoulder holding onto him for dear life as he gripped your hips. When you ran out of breath only then did you separate, that didn’t mean he was done with you, he trailed kisses down to the base of your neck. His lips pressing directly over your pulse, his hands moving down to your peach shaped booty. He alternated hands gripping one cheek with one hand, and slapping the other cheek with his other hand.

“Richie.” You moaned out, not even your food made you feel this good, his hands slid up your back, underneath your Original Beef work shirt, and unhooked your bra. The words you meant to say currently escaped you when he slid your shirt over your head, and threw it onto the floor along with the bra. That beat up piece of shit bra could have ended up in the trash for all you cared for. Then he pulled off his shirt, carelessly tossing it.

“That’s it, talk to me baby, tell me what you want.” He mumbled as his lips wrapped around your nipple, and his unoccupied hand cupped your other breast. His thumb played with your dark brown bud, then he switched, and worked his way back up to your neck.

Your back arched causing your chest to press again his, “please eat my pussy, I need it.” You begged, he didn’t waste time, his hands were already working on the button, and zipper of your jeans. Eagerly you whined not wanting to wait any longer than you were now, Richie undid his own pants, and let them hang off his hips. Carefully he pushed your bowl, and cooking tools out the way, then helped you hop up on the counter.

He hooked his fingers around your panties, and tugged them off. You spread your legs wider, giving him a full view, and putting yourself on display. “Goddamn look at that, hm fuck you’re mine now sweetheart.” His fingers gently pulled your lips apart exposing your clit more, he slid one finger into you with his other hand, and sucked you into his mouth.

“Oh.” You cried, your head immediately fell back, your hand made its way to his head, and gripped his hair. He lapped up every single drop you had to offer him, he finished you off with his thumb relentlessly rubbing circles on your clit, and his tongue delved deep into you. “Just like that daddy, don’t stop, I wanna cum in your mouth.” You were so loud, but you did care, the way you were throbbing there was nothing that could pull the two of you apart. “Just how I imagined it.” You mumbled to yourself, Richie popped his head up, a shit eating grin spread across his face.

He licked your essence from his lips, “oh yea? Did you imagine it like this too?” He pushed two fingers into you as deeply as he could, reflexively you clinched him. Your words were caught in your throat as he watched you, mouth slack jaw, and the curse words written across your face. “Let it out princess, I wanna hear it, tell me how good it feels.” He plunged into you with one hand, and still with the same hand he continued the circular motions on your swollen pink bud. The sound of your juices accumulating sounded more like squishing sounds in your ears, and you hated how patient he was to let the build up happen.

“Goddammit, fuck I’m such a slut.” You breathed heavily, that didn’t alleviate it a fucking thing, slowly you could feel your muscles tightening.

“Yes you are, but you’re a pretty fucking slut. Isn’t that right?” Richie encouraged you, his voice calm, and gentle. “Say it, let me hear you say it.” He demanded, and you were sure if you had the voice for it, but you mustered the strength,

“I’m a pretty fucking slut.” You cried, only enough brain power to remember to breathe through your nose.

“That’s right, say it again, I got you baby, you just make sure you let that shit out.”

“I’m a pretty fucking slut, I’m a pretty fucking slut, I’m– ohh!” At first you were leaking, then you were spraying onto Richie’s stomach, your toes curled, and your mouth agape as your orgasam took over your entire body. As if that wasn’t enough, he took his face and pressed it between your thighs. He wrapped his hand around the shaft of his dick and proceeded to massage himself in his palm. His tongue slipped back into you, he loved the way you felt clenching, and needy to be filled up again. He loved that it was him that made you feel that way. He loved the way your thighs closed around his head, completely enclosing him in your essence.

He tapped your thigh, “let me up baby, I need to be inside that pretty little cunt of yours.” His voice came out muffled, but you understand his words. You giggled, then spread your legs apart, and let Richie up for air.

“We should stay late more often.” You laughed, Richie grabbed you by the waist and helped you off the counter. He rolled his eyes playfully, then turned you around so that your back was to his chest.

“It’s always the quiet ones trynna get me into the most trouble.” He pressed his lips to the shell of your ear, you could feel his dick press against your ass cheek, the precum feeling sticking against your skin. You didn’t deny his accusations, there was always a part of you that always wanted to do risqué things like this, but didn’t think anyone would be down for that. Until you met Richie. “Lift your leg baby, give daddy a good view…fuck just like that.” You leaned over the counter and propped your leg up to give him a clear view of you for the back. “Damn your so thick, look at this ass, so fucking delicious..mm.” He slapped your ass cheek bringing his hand down as hard as possible.

“Shit Rich–fuuuck.” The stinging of your cheek was quickly subsided by the toe curling stretch of his thick penis pushing into you. He wasn’t too big, or small he fit inside you just perfectly.

“Fuck, you take my cock like a good girl.” He grunted out, his thrust started off at a slow steady pace, despite that your knees already felt weak. His other hand reached around and played with your clit rubbing it in an off beat rhythm. You were still so sensitive it didn’t matter, you’d come undone to anything at this point.

You rocked your hips back meeting his thrust half way, “can I cum all over that cock daddy? Please?” You whimpered out, the sound of flesh, slapping, and your cheeks clapping together could be heard through the restaurant. It was 9 pm at night, the streets of Chicago were busy, but not a single soul was privy to the two of you slamming into each other like wild animals. Richie’s heavy breathing sounded more like grownling, and your cries of pleasure sounded more like a prey begging to not be eaten.

“Fucking hell, you don’t even have to ask.” He rushed out, he pounded away, not even thinking how sore you might be tomorrow. All he could think about was how fucking warm you felt, inside and out. All the times you’d wear a denim skirt to work, and he could see the way your thighs rub together as you walked around the restaurant. All he wanted was to be the friction between those thick thighs of yours and he finally got that wish. “Ughhh shit I’m gonna come.” He groaned out, what you said next was just the cherry on top for him.

“Ohh that cock feels so good, fill me up daddy, please.” You moaned, desperate to feel his hot stickiness inside you, his thrust came to an abrupt stop. He buried himself as deeply inside you as he possibly could, and let his milky white cum inside of you. He filled you up with as much of himself as he possibly had to offer, he stayed in you like that for a few moments longer letting you slide back and forth on him.

“Fuck, that’s it baby, milk me just like that…oh fuck.” Richie breathed out, he was still stuck in a bit of a haze, but that didn’t stop him from talking his shit. “This pussy is mine, if I catch anyone else giving you a number I’ll kill him.”

[aggro-my-beloved]

Angel Face → David Shaw x Reader Imagine

note: i can’t write a grumpy david shaw i’m sorry he’s like .03% tsundere in this re-imagined meet cute between him and angel and his anger isn’t even directed towards them. i’ll be leaving a poll at the end for which paring you’d like me to write for next in this scenario. please like and reblog as it’d really mean a lot!

pairing: david shaw x gn!reader

summary: solstice bar is packed tonight for an up-and-coming performance by a local band, and security guard david is left as a stand-in for the usual bartender. just when he thinks he’s at his wit’s end, a stranger in desperate need of conversation and something to soothe their nerves makes this shifter’s thursday a bit more tolerable.

warnings: mentions of alcohol, mild swearing, damn crew as frat bois and other shenanigans

wc: 2.1k

estimated reading time: 10.5 mins

“Welcome to Solstice!” 

At a certain point in the night, the patron’s slurred chattering morphs into white noise for David’s ears. While manning the bar, beckons and calls for another round are less distinguishable but still audible if he concentrates hard enough. 

“Kitchen’s closed!” 

“Soda or seltzer?” 

“Special is a…” he turns the still full bottle on the center of the bar to face him. “A Port Charlotte single malt whiskey. You in?” Seconds later, he heaves a mix between a grumble and a sigh. “Course not.” 

“I said the kitchen’s closed!” 

“Try saying it louder,” chortles Milo. His dark stature barrels through the swinging door leading to the kitchen, behind the bar. Amidst his rapid collecting of fingerprint-stamped brandy bowls and red-kissed crystal stems, his hand flies up to release his chestnut waves from the hairnet securing them. “Don’t think they heard you the seventeenth time.” 

“Remind me why I agreed to pick up a Thursday for Sam. I never work Thursdays.” David raises his voice the farther Milo retreats into the kitchen. The clinks of glasses tickle his ears but do little to nothing to ease his nerves. The cook returns with a pristine array of cocktail glasses sat on a black tray. If there’s anything David admires more than his colleague’s house-made wings, it’s how he can make the same dingy glasses sparkle night after night with a quick wash. 

“Because…” he sets down the tray carefully on the open bar space perpendicular to David, in between the ripened limes he prepped hours ago, and the beer taps. “Ash and his band finally wrote enough decent songs for a gig here and we agreed to be here tonight to support him.” What Milo didn’t know is that the extra tips made between David and Asher tonight were in contribution to the soot-covered kitchen drawers at their home–courtesy of the main act’s drummer insisting he fulfill his oatmeal craving. There wasn’t a chance in hell those two were getting the security deposit back, not if the cherry-oak wood soaked in gray and smelling of cinder and their landlord’s new vendetta had anything to say about it. The two shifters were already ripped a new one last week for their scratch marks on the recently renovated hardwood flooring, which they credited to “dog sitting for a friend.”

“And no more animals!” The unempowered and oblivious landlord scolds them, red in the face. 

“Yes sir.” They reply in unison.

Ash tries choking down a smug laugh and fails miserably. David smacks him on his chest. 

Milo grabs a handful of peanuts from a stray bowl set aside to be washed, and pops them in his mouth, savoring the salt dancing on his taste buds. “Also,” he makes out through munches, “Sam’s out tonight from sun poisoning.”

David scoffs at this. “So he says. Tank was flirting with him so much last night, I could hear them from my post at the front giving stamps.” The promises of what his younger sibling would do to the fanged creature behind closed doors cued David to shudder. Before disappearing behind the kitchen door once again, Milo quips:

“Better hearing it than smelling it.” David refuses to ask the cook to elaborate and instead shifts his attention to the front entrance, where drunken yells and chants resound. His lips curl down in a fierce scowl as the melded odor of sweat and liquor becomes six bodies more pungent. Like a cavalry, they march in with arms looped through one another’s to keep stable. If the young faces weren’t already a dead giveaway for what would be in store for David tonight, their tacky shirts did enough talking. Each one color-coordinated for a significance the man was too exhausted to mull over, but all reading: “Straight Outta D.A.M.N” in giant, bold font. 

“You’ve gotta be shitting me–Hey, Milo, were you just not gonna tell me it’s the E and E’s Annual Frat Bar Crawl tonight? Because that’s a pretty fucked up thing to do to a bartending security guard!” 

“What!” Milo’s accented shriek rings through the building, and he peeks his head out of the aluminum swing door to view the staggering group of drunkards for himself. “Ah, fuckin’ hell..” He fully steps out from behind the door and cups his hands around his mouth. “Hey, hammered frat dudes!” A couple of heads from the group turn in his direction. “Yeah, you guys! Kitchen’s closed!” He turns to pat David on the back of his shoulder, over the white rag he’d been drying glasses and countertops with all night. “You got this, buddy.”

“Uh uh, I don’t think so.” The man shakes his head in disbelief, and a chorus of whines echo from the group of empowered frat members. One brave soul steps forward, the beefiest of them all. He dons a shamrock green shirt with the sleeves (poorly) cut off and a pleading set of eyes. His deep voice floats to the bar from where he stands, almost devastated. “Even for fries?” 

Milo is halfway through his strut back into the kitchen but is halted by David’s hand gripping his shoulder. “Even for fries, Milo?” The man cocks his head to the side, jutting out his bottom lip in a pout. They both knew why he was playing so coyly; resorting to the rarely used puppy dog eyes; mimicking the man’s tone from moments before. It was the same reason they consulted Asher’s band to play tonight. As much as either of them try to deny it, the bar needs the business. And if Sam’s claims during their Super Smash Bros tournament from weeks beforehand weren’t all talk, he’d hate to see what the vampire could do with just a walker and pure unbridled rage at tonight’s numbers. 

Through gritted teeth, the shorter of the two mutters something about putting his hairnet back on before continuing his journey to the clean fryers. 

“Come on in, people!” He waves a hesitant arm in his direction, encouraging the clan to venture further. The solemn whines morph into cheers as they proceed their march to the bar.  Though he was dreading it at first, the orders were easy enough. Bud Lite, Rum and Coke, two more Bud Lites, another Rum and Coke, and a Mojito. In addition to this, anungodly amount of fries, but that is for Milo to deal with. 

Halfway through the intoxicated army's orders, he spots a straggler trying to squeeze through the ever-growing crowd anticipating their next round and tonight’s show from the local, up-and-coming Howl’s Highway. Asher thinks the name is awesome. David thinks it’s one step closer to breaching covert to several unempowered beings who may be wandering into Dalia from out of town. They agree to disagree.

“Excuse me,” the voice croaks. “Sorry.” It pipes up every few seconds, complemented by the sight of shuffling bodies. Finally, a face pops up before him, splotched with red and with bloodshot eyes, but not from any addictive or bitter-tasting substance, other than heartbreak. David can sense their aura with the proximity. They are devastated, even more so than the student begging for a plate of fries. 

“Evening, Angel. What can I get for you?” The patron’s mouth falls open, and without intent, David does the same. He was never fond of pet names at the bar, rather he viewed it unprofessional as much as he did embarrassing. This is why Sam mans the bar, and he manhandles the bastards before they can order a drink. But no, tonight he needs to strip off the leather jacket and tough exterior and ask himself: what would Sam do? 

I can name someone. 

Milo, politely get the fuck out of my head and cook your goddamn–

“Uh…” The unempowered stranger gnaws on their bottom lip in thought. 

“Hey man, we weren’t through ordering!” His mouth retraces the snarl from earlier, and he apologetically directs his attention away from the distressed figure and to another fart member. The most inebriated and demanding of them all, if David had to guess from his words coming out like fondue. This one had a red shirt and an overall bad attitude. 

“Ah,” he holds a finger up, allowing the man to pause. “Let me take their order, and I’ll come back to you, okay?” He offers a thumbs up to the man, hoping this will mollify him. 

“No, not okay.” He crosses his arms, a newfound flame lit in his eyes. Oh great, just when I thought I was done putting out fires this week. Now the red shirt makes sense–fire elemental. “We were here first-“

He hopes for his friends’ sakes, he’s much more pleasant sober. 

“Dames,” Greenie butts into the argument. The one in red simmers down at the feeling of the large hand resting on the small of his back and drawing gentle circles. “It’s alright, he’ll only be a minute.”

“Y-yeah, maybe we can go find some uh–some good seats for the band tonight and come back?” A meek voice offers. He’s hidden behind the other members of the group, all that is visible of him is a pair of round frames and a flash of gray on his upper body. Similar to how they breached the entrance of the place, the squad links arms to continue their journey deeper into the crowd.

 

“God, those were some tacky shirts. Straight Outta DAMN? What does that even mean?” The newest customer shakes their head in disgust as they eye the backside of the frat disappearing into the sea of bodies. “Seems like you’ve got your work cut out for you tonight.” 

“Who, the Bud Lite bunch?” He waves a hand nonchalantly. “We get ten of those on nights like these.” 

“Well, I hope that was your tenth and final bunch of the night. I don’t do too well around rowdy people.” 

“So what brings you to one of the most packed bars in town tonight?” David quirks a brow at the stranger. 

“Well, the pictures online made it seem a lot less busy.” They rub the back of their neck with a sheepish smile coating their face. “I just needed to get away from…I got dumped tonight and wanted to drown my sorrows.” David tries not to be offended by how invisible they are to the public and the stranger’s acknowledgment of it. The bigger chains are killing them. More recently, they’re treading on the outskirts of Dalia and monopolizing over each empty plot of land they deem a cash cow.

“Your wish is my command. What’ll it be?” David crosses his arms, causing his muscular arms to bulge against the thin fabric of his white tee. Simultaneously, the hem of his shirt rides up to reveal a very tan, very toned v-line vulnerable to the wandering eyes of the one sitting before him. They try not to make it obvious. Menu, eyes, menu, abs, arms, back to menu. 

“Maybe an Espresso Martini?” They peer up to lock eyes with him again. Truthfully, they hadn’t read a description of any drink on the list and were taking a lucky guess. 

A few seconds of silence transpire before David responds firmly. “No.” They almost choke in disbelief, and their heart rate picks up.  

“Pardon?” 

“You need something stronger.” He decides, ultimately picking up a few bottles that the dejected newbie couldn’t decipher the labels of. Their eyebrows stay furrowed as David fills the cobbler shaker with a handful of ice cubes and a generous amount of liquor. 

“C’mon, trust me. What’s in here,” he shakes the stainless steel vigorously for emphasis, “ain’t gonna kill you.” 

“I think a hole-in-the-wall bar is the last place I should be told to trust  a stranger.” David considers this and hums. 

“I think the alley in the back of this place might take the cake.” Wiggling in the leather barstool from anticipation, their eyes stay concentrated on the clear glass as a slow strain of amber liquid occupies it. Before sliding it to their side of the bar, David is sure to garnish it with some orange zest.

“Go ahead, it’s on the house,” David smirks, before retreating to the kitchen to help Milo plate the heaps of fries. 

“For real? No, I have to owe something.” 

“It’s a new recipe. I wouldn’t even know what to charge you.” The man admits. “Go on,” he insists, prior to disappearing behind the swing door and being greeted with Milo’s sassy commentary on how David’s going to be working overtime to help him clean tonight. 

As the cook is balancing plates onto his arms, he hardly feels the burn of ceramic against his arms. For all his senses are concentrated on his new patron–more specifically, the sound of them sipping his innovation and a delightful hum leaving their lips. 

“Damn, that’s good.” 

He ponders shortly after, amidst delivering fries to the ravenous elemental crew, I think I’ll call it Angel Face.

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[mikimakiboo]

Muffins

Inspired by @ancientschampionau 's Real Age AU, in which Nightmare loses his corruption and goes back to his six year old form and the gang takes care of him as they all live in a farm (there's more things happening but I ain't gonna spoil lol)

I have already done fanarts, headcanons and comments, all that was left was a fanfiction ! (I think it's the first time I have been so invested in a story) Hope you'll like it and hope I got their personalities right :')

I've been everywhere in your asks and comments lmao I hope I'm not being annoying :')

English still isn't my first language so please excuse the grammatical errors ♡

The moon was high in the sky, it was very late, or very early depending on the point of view, everyone was sleeping, the four adults piled up on each other. Nightmare looked at them before slowly getting out of bed, the small skeleton had a mission and he needed everyone to be asleep. He carefully walked to their pillow nest to grab his giant bat plushie, Batsie he called her, and walked to the bed again, sitting Batsie near the edge in front of the sleeping pile.

- You watch them for me.

He commanded the bat. If anyone saw him talking to the plush he would never hear the end of it. Batsie fell over. Nightmare sat her straight again and put pillows on each side to prevent another fall. Once the bat was secured and after making sure no one woke up the small skeleton left the room, slowly closing the door behind him. He needed to be fast, Horror and Cross usually woke up quite early, he needed to be done by that time.

He could feel the cold floor through his socks, it was an old house, they hadn't install everything yet and for now their only source of heat was the fire place, so Nightmare had to wear socks in and out of bed so he wouldn't get cold.

He went to the kitchen, grabbed a chair and dragged it next to the counter before climbing on it and standing up slowly, he didn't want to fall after all. He grabbed the big cooking book, a gift from Crop as he never used it, and opened it to look through the pages until he found the recipe he was looking for: muffins. He wasn't allowed to help around in the house or with the farm work, everytime he tried they would grab him and put him back in the nest, but he couldn't just stay there and do nothing ! They all worked so hard to protect him, to take care of him and to renovate this house, he felt bad about not doing anything for them in return, so he decided that he had enough, he will bake them muffins and they will enjoy them because he will make them with love ! And chocolate. Cross loves chocolate, so if anyone says anything he could turn to Cross, he will surely stand on his side.

He rolled up his sleeves and gathered everything he needed to bake: two bowls, a whisk, a spoon, muffin molds, flour, sugar, cocoa powder and chocolate chips, baking soda, yogurt, milk, vegetable oil, an egg, and vanilla ! He stopped for a moment to make sure there wasn't any noise coming from the bedroom but all he could hear was silence. All the ingredients were there, good, because climbing up and down the chair was starting to hurt his back, and even if it hurt less thanks to the care Dust was putting into cleaning his wounds he still needed to be careful.

He read the instructions out loud to himself.

- First, mix the dry ingredients in a bowl...

Carefully, he measured his ingredients and put them in his first bowl: flour, sugar, baking soda, chocolate chips and cocoa powder. He looked up.

- Oh, I forgot to heat the oven !

He had seen Horror using it before, so he knew which buttons to turn. The oven biped, making Nightmare flinch and turn to the bedroom, but no one came out. He sighed in relief, he wanted this to be a surprise, if they woke up now and saw him then it wouldn't be a surprise anymore ! Also they might forbid him to finish baking.

He went back to his recipe, now mixing the wet ingredients in the second bowl: the yogurt, the milk, the egg with some parts of the shell that he had to pick out, the oil and the vanilla extract, before adding it to his first bowl and mixing again. He had to take a few breaks, the mix has started to thicken and it was hard stirring it with his little arms. Horror would have done that effortlessly, but the big guy was sleeping and Nightmare didn't want to wake him up for that, he could do it himself ! He was a big boy ! He has lived for five hundred years ! His body and mind got stuck at six though, but still ! He was perfectly capable of baking muffins for his parents gang.

The mixture finally got smooth after ten minutes of stirring to get rid of the lumps, he could now pour it into the molds with the spoon as to not make a mess. He filled each mold equally, opened the oven's door slowly, put on the thick oven mitts and carefully put his molds inside the oven, closing the door again.

- Twenty minutes.

He said, looking at the time on the oven's clock. He had a timer, but he didn't set it because the noise would wake up the others, and he obviously didn't want that to happen.

- Have to clean now.

Everything went well ! The muffins were in the oven and no one woke up ! Now all he had to do was put the dishes in the sink and the ingredients back in the cabinet, easy ! He grabbed everything and put it back in place, feeling proud of himself and very excited to show his surprise to everyone. He grabbed the bag of flour, the last thing on the counter, and got down of the chair. He tripped.

Danger. Something happened. Dust's soul clenched in his chest, waking him up in a jump, his breath fast and eyelights frantically looking around. Horror was under the others, Cross had his head on his chest, Killer was taking all the space as usual, Batsie was sitting at the end of the bed, Nightmare wasn't there. Nightmare wasn't there. Dust looked again, Horror, Cross, Killer, Batsie, no Nightmare. Panic started to take over, where was Nightmare ?!

He jumped out of the bed, looking everywhere in the room, maybe Nightmare was reading in a corner ? But there was no baby in sight. He stormed out of the room, quickly spotted light in the kitchen, and immediately teleported there. What was he doing this early in the kitchen ? Horror wasn't even awake yet !

A mess. Nightmare had made a mess. There was flour everywhere, from the floor to the cabinets and even himself. He sat on his knees, looking at the mess he made. Of course he made a mess. He always made messes. Back in Dreamtale he always made messes, that's why everyone hated him, because he couldn't do anything right, and now he had made a mess again in the kitchen when he was supposed to make his family a gift. He felt... terrible, his soul hurt, his arms hurt and his cheeks burned. They were going to be mad at him, so mad, he knew he didn't have to right to be alone near the kitchenware, it was too dangerous, he could hurt himself, and not only he did just that, but he also made a mess with the flour.

He heard a teleportation noise behind him. Oh. Oh no. He didn't want that, he didn't want to wake them up, it was supposed to be a surprise ! It was supposed to be perfect ! Why did he have to trip and fall ?! Why did he have to be such a good-for-nothing ?!

- Nightmare ! Are you okay ?! What happened, are you hurt ?!

Dust rushed to his side, kneeling in front of him, not caring that he just stepped in the flour, his baby was on the floor, not responding, he couldn't care less about what he stepped in. He quickly but gently made him look up, a hand on Nightmare's chin, looking for scratches, and was deeply relieved to find none.

- What were you doing here ?

He asked, but Nightmare just looked at him, his eyelights and little lips trembling, he sniffed. Dust quickly pulled him against his chest, sitting correctly to put his baby on his lap as he began to sob, grabbing his shirt with his tiny fists.

- It's okay, I'm not mad, I promise.. I'm not gonna yell at you.. I'm just worried..

He gently pat his skull, avoiding his back as he didn't know yet if Nightmare hurt himself there. The small skeleton pressed his face against his chest, he didn't want that to happen... his surprise was ruined now...

Dust looked around them, letting Nightmare calm down at his own pace, he noticed the bag of flour on the ground and the oven turned on with something inside of it. If Nightmare was hungry, why didn't he just grab a snack ? Why didn't he call him or the one of the others ?

- I'm sorry...

Nightmare sniffled. Dust looked down at him.

- What happened.. ?

He asked again, calmly, still peting his skull.

- I wanted t-to make muffins... for-for when you wake up...

He choked on his tears. Dust hated hearing him cry, he hated it so much, he wasn't supposed to cry, he was supposed to be happy, not hurt.

- It-it was supposed t-to be a surprise...

- You should have called us...

- No.. ! I-I wanted to make it myself.. ! You always do everything an-and I never do anything...

He protested. Of course it was the reason. Dust knew Nightmare felt like he needed to do something in return, to thank them, no matter how much they told him he didn't have to he kept insisting. The adult sighed.

- Night.. it's very sweet of you, really, but we are not here because we expect something from you, we are here because we love you, because we care about you, and love isn't something you need to be thankful for..

Nightmare sniffed, wiping off his tears has he listened to Dust. All his life he had been a burden, he just couldn't imagine that a whole group of people got together and collectively decided to unconditionally love him... it was just... too good to be true... they were too good to be true...

- If you wanted muffins we could have baked them together, it would have still been a surprise for the others...

Nightmare simply nodded, looking down. He felt Dust's lips against his head. A kiss.

- Did you hurt yourself.. ?

He nodded again.

- My arms and back hurt...

- Okay, stay here then, I'm going to clean up..

Dust got up with Nightmare to sit him back on the chair, giving him one last pat before grabbing the bag to put it back on the counter, he then took a broom and began cleaning the floor. Nightmare still felt bad, but not quite as bad as a few minutes ago, Dust wasn't mad, he didn't yell, and the others were apparently still sleeping.

Twenty minutes passed.

- I'll take them out.

Dust said before Nightmare even had time to lift his arms. He took the muffins out of the oven and put them on the counter to cool off. It smelled so good, and they looked good too ! Nightmare smiled as he looked at his creation, he was happy.

Now all he had to do was wait for the others to join them and then they could all enjoy some warm muffins made with all the love he had in his little body.

Some things didn't go as planned, but... it was still perfect to him, everything was perfect... and the muffins were delicious !

- the end -

[twst-drabbles]

Azul and Jamil 1

Summary: Jamil wants to make a feast for no other reason other than he wants to spoil you, though he claims he simply feels like cooking. Azul joins in to help and bother him. Then, you accidentally cut your palm catching a knife.

(This one was fun. Loved writing the banter between Azul and Jamil.)

“You are not renovating my home, Azul,” you cut in, pointing your knife in his direction as his smile faltered, “I like it just the way it is. And stop trying to goad Jamil into this.”

“I’m nothing more than a humble assistant that’s not looking for trouble,” said Jamil, fully knowing what he’s saying is bullshit, “Besides, we’re not ‘friends’ as you like to say.”

When you put the knife down and continued to chop at the vegetables, only then did Azul put a hand over his heart, as though truly wounded. His tears were almost convincing, had you not known him for a while. And while you were all supposed to be cooking a feast.

“Do you really take me for someone so shallow? That I would go so far as to butter you up just to further my dream of opening a beautiful lounge complete with all the amenities that we have right here?”

By the end of that first half of his ramble, Azul finished washing the dirt off the vegetables. At least you don’t have to kick him out of the kitchen. Jamil’s tail started to rise behind Azul’s back, but a light tap of the blunt end of your knife got him to put it down. Jamil huffed but continued kneading the dough.

“Think of the money we could make! Think of all the things we can purchase and put into our rooms! And, most of all, think of what we could give to our precious caretaker here. Surely the concern I’ve been showing has to mean something to you.”

Honestly, it’s kind of endearing how hard he’s trying, mostly because it’s clear just how not used to making friends Azul is. A part of you wants to throw him a bone, but the bigger part of you knows that won’t go over well with Azul. Not in the sense that he won’t appreciate it, but that he won’t learn the social skills he needs.

The skills used to pull someone into giving a deal are not the same as the ones used to make a friend.

“It does mean something,” Oh? You turned your head towards Jamil as he paused in his kneading, “it means you’re irritating. Helpful, but irritating.”

“Oh I wouldn’t go so far as to say I’m ‘irritating,’ as you say,” And Azul took that in stride, “more, ‘annoying.’ And isn’t annoying your peers a part of friendship? Especially when they’re not being truthful about their pure intentions. ‘A feast because you felt like it?’ Surely it isn’t because you wanted to spoil the caretaker.”

Jamil hissed under his breath and you couldn’t help but laugh. “No. Not at all. This is all just a simple whim.”

Right, right. So says this tender naga.

You turn back to continue chopping. And just as you were getting back into the rhythm while the two besides you had their little back and forth, the knife’s handle, wet with all the moisture from the vegetables, slipped from your grasp. And, like any human with instincts built in their body, your hand reached out before you would think to just let it fall to the ground.

You grabbed the blade. It sliced deeply into your hand and all you could do was gasp and hiss through your teeth.

“Ow…” blood didn’t gush so much as it flowed down like a horribly leaking faucet, “Oh no. Oh that’s pretty bad.”

Okay, no worries. Just put pressure on the wound with something.

“Uh, does anyone have a clean towel–” You looked up only to find Jamil completely blocking your view. His eyes were wide, lip a tighter line than it already was. Jamil’s tail, once behind him, was now brushing against your legs.

He didn’t say anything, only gently guided you to sit down with his flour covered hands. They were shaking.

“Azul,” he turned, almost sounding angry from his growing impatience, “the first aid kit is in the closet, by the door.”

“A-ah,” Azul, when you could finally see him, was frozen before Jamil’s words jolted back into being. Eyes once sparkling in their confidence now dimmed in a fog of confusion and fear, “the closet. It’s in the closet. I’ll… I’ll get it.”

His small voice didn’t suit the rush in his step.

“Just,” Jamil couldn’t grab your hands, not when they were dirty, but helped you press more firmly against the wound, “keep pressing.”

“I know, I know,” you did as said, “hey, can you get me my phone? I got to call Crowley so he can take me to a doctor.”

Why did you have to grab that knife? Now the feast’s going to be put off.