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dilemmaontwolegs · 1 year ago

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Bee Stings and Butterfly Kisses || SV5

Pairing: Sebastian Vettel x wife!reader Summary: Your husband takes nesting to a whole new level with the paradise he’s found to start his family. Warnings: established relationship, pregnant!reader, fluffiness WC: 1.4k

The property Sebastian had chosen to raise his children upon was everything you could have dreamt of and more. There were rolling meadows full of fragrant flowers, forests of conifers and evergreens, and even a lake with an abundance of trout. The house he had designed was built using recycled material and was sustainable to run with the dozens of solar panels on the roof. He had truly future proofed everything to live a life as environmentally friendly as possible.

“Did you know honey is the only food that doesn’t spoil if you store it properly?” Sebastian barely looked up from the old set of drawers he was upcycling into an apiary. “There were pots of honey found in ancient tombs in Egypt, around 3000 years old.”

“I still don't see why we need bees at our home.”

“Because, my love,” he said as he placed his hammer down and pulled you into his arms, “this is our future we are building. Without bees there’s no pollination, with no pollination there’s no flowers, or fruit and vegetables.” His hand splayed across your swollen belly, feeling his son’s kicks against his palm with a smile. “It’s our responsibility to protect our future.”

The outdoor sofa where you were reading was a current favourite place of yours. It was tranquil and warm and allowed you to get off your feet for a little bit while your husband pottered around in the garden. With only a few weeks to your due date everything ached from your neck to your ankles so you kicked your feet up and listened to the birdsong.

The hiss of pain was one you had come to know well recently and it only took a minute for Seb to appear at the edge of the garden, the metal gate squeaking on its rusted hinge. He cupped one hand over his cheek, one eye closed with a wince as he ascended the stairs to the deck.

“You wouldn’t get stung if you used the smoke, love,” you softly reminded him as he took a seat and pulled his hand away. “Oh dear, that’s a big one.”

“We don’t know the long term effect the smoke has on them, it could be poisoning them,” he said as he turned his head so you could use your nails to pull the stinger out without squeezing more toxin into his cheek. “They will recognise me soon and realise I’m not going to hurt them.”

“If you say so.” You loved your husband but you weren’t so sold on the trust building exercise he found himself in. More often than not after going to check the beehive you found yourself in this position, grateful he wasn’t allergic. “How is your queen doing?”

His lips pulled up into a smile and he sat down on the edge of the seat, pulling your feet onto his lap and massaging your swollen ankles. “You tell me, my sweet, how are you doing?”

Emotions swelled in your chest and you cursed as he laughed, leaning closer to wipe away the tear that escaped. “Damn these hormones. You should really stop being so nice so my poor tear ducts can have a break. Can’t you just be a jerk?” His laugh grew and with it the kicks increased. “Yes, yes, daddy’s laughing at me.”

“I would never laugh at your mother,” he chuckled, lifting your shirt to press his lips to your belly. Stretch marks littered the skin and you dared not to think about the other changes that you couldn’t see below the swell, but he still made you feel beautiful. “Everything she is going through is my fault.”

“That’s right,” you agreed with a smile. “Daddy spent a lot of time romancing and seducing me, and now here you are.”

Seb looked up, his long hair hanging in naturally soft waves around his face. “How could I not? You were the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. I could hardly concentrate on the race after seeing you.”

“It couldn't have affected you too much,” you said as you tucked his hair behind his ear, “you still won.”

“I had to make a good impression somehow, since I could barely speak a word when we were introduced,” he admitted as he looked out over the garden he tendered.

You followed his gaze knowing he was going to be a great father considering the care he gave to the garden, and you. “It was your eyes I fell for anyway, they looked sweet and kind.”

The rows of plants were just flowering and you traced them to see the little bursts of yellows that all too soon would become bright red ripe tomatoes. Next were the beans, too many varieties to count, all climbing the trellis Seb had made from the wood of fallen trees in the forest. Further beyond were your favourites, the bushes that were brimming with berries of every flavour. Each morning you would amble your way to them with Seb and a bowl, pointing out the juiciest looking berries for him to pick for your smoothie.

Patting his good cheek, you shuffled to sit up and swing your legs off the couch.

“Where are you going?”

With a groan you pulled yourself to your feet and rubbed the straining skin at your sides. “To get some ice to stop that swelling,” you said as you pointed to his face. “You need to be able to see properly if you are thinking about getting back in a race car this weekend.”

“I can get it, you rest.” He followed you into the house even after catching the roll of your eyes and watched you struggle to bend down to reach the ice tray at the bottom of the freezer. Unable to stop himself, his hands caught your waist and straightened you up before he grabbed the tray. “I don’t want you hurting yourself,” he said with a kiss to your temple.

“I said the same thing, but you still went and got stung.”

“But that’s because I have you to kiss me better.”

You smiled at the softness in his tone and gave him the gentlest of kisses to his swollen cheek, barely the touch of a butterfly's wing. “There, is that better?”

“Yes, I don’t even need this anymore,” he said as he turned to put the tray away until you stopped him with an amused look.

“Nurburgring,” you reminded him, grabbing a tea towel to wrap the ice cubes in.

He had been excited since he got the call from Christian Horner to drive the historic track, and in a car modified to run on eco-friendly fuel no less. He was not going to do anything to miss the opportunity to return to the racetrack, even though he enjoyed retirement and the quiet life he had built in the rural settlement. So, he quietly accepted the ice pack and carefully pressed it to his cheek.

“It’s a dangerous track, Seb,” you murmured as you took over holding it, cradling his other cheek with your palm. “Please be safe and come home in one piece.”

His hands came to rest on your stomach, nearly covering it all as he splayed his fingers apart. “Of course, my love. And you need to stay in one piece until I get home.”

You giggled and felt the strong kick responding to his voice. “I have a feeling your son will take his time. Would you resort to one of those dreadful planes if he decides to come early?”

His lips twitched in amusement, used to your jibing over the consciousness of his carbon footprint. “I could probably drive home faster, with a few speeding tickets along the way, but I might be able to lower myself to boarding a plane for him.”

“Ah, that’s a father’s love,” you giggled. “He doesn’t even know what a sacrifice that would be.”

Sebastian lowered the ice pack so he could dip his head and kiss you. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for the two of you.”

“Except get rid of the bees.”

His lips curled against yours in a smile you felt. “Except that.”

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pennyserenade · 3 months ago

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picture this | chris o'doyle x reader

summary | there is an american woman, famous for her place in the background of protest photograph, and there is man from the ira. one week of every summer their infamous lives join and they forge a simple something a part from it all. rating | (explicit) tags/warnings | ira mention, vietnam war mention, smut, a little bit of an age gap (reader is around 30, chris is 40), friends with benefits, co-workers (?) with benefits, protected sex, fingering, pinv, consensual sex, tender word count | 3.8k a/n | this took way too long to write and i'm sorry about that, but i hope you enjoy it!

Near the middle where the bone protruded on her knee, there was a dainty, thin scar that grew fainter with time. Somewhere–in past publications and museums, in scrapbooks and freshly-printed history books–the scar is being newly formed: she is twenty-two, attending her senior year of college and nothing makes more sense to her than standing up for other people. There is a sign in her hand, uncomplicated in both its design–white board, black lettering–and its demand (PEACE IN VIETNAM). Her youthful face is twisted in pain, her fingers folding the edges of the sign in agony as one knee touches the cement. If the camera had shuttered one second later, you would watch as the other gave way too, and you would see her mouth open wide to let out a scream that would only be masked in the cacophony of other screams.

She is not front in center in the photograph, but near the middle, only captured because of the chance way the bodies moved in that single, precise moment. Behind her is a crowd of soldiers, no older than any of the other students, who will later claim they did not strike first. They will accuse a dusty blond boy who died a week later from injuries he sustained during this photograph. This happened at a college campus she thought she would love forever. Now the degree she got there collected dust in a drawer, and she spent much of her free time trying to do anything that mattered.

Tonight, Chris found she was uncharacteristically romantic, full of cheap, potent beer and the inane idea that because they met once a year and fucked without purpose, that what they did was markedly adult. It wasn’t that she really thought that, but was an easy notion to be taken with; friends she had known in college were getting married and settling down, or already had, and the most consistent relationship she’d had in five years was this annual, week-long endeavor. Of course she knew that what they did was more sophomoric than trying at a real relationship and failing, but she could delude herself into thinking it was more mature on the basis that she did not love him and he did not love her. She told herself because they liked each other intellectually, personally, apart from having sex, it was different:. They had shared interests. He really did think she was clever. When he laughed, the laugh came from some place within him, an innocuous place that did not have coal to burn from in Ireland, but stirred happily back to life with her. When he kissed her, he did it for pleasure. He let her dress and undress herself. He lit her cigarettes the way he did for other acquaintances. When they were at her apartment like this, locked together in the quiet hours of the night, she was unabashed, witty, the least vain and neurotic version of herself.

Chris’ leather jacket hung on the back of a chair in her kitchen, his shoes tucked vertically by the door. His arm sloped over the back of the sofa, hovering near her body but not quite reaching it. In his current state, he looked at perfect ease: dress shirt unbuttoned, the glimmer of his silver St. Christopher’s pendant shining beneath the harsh lighting, a content smile on his face. If one were to glimpse inside her home, one might think he was a permanent resident.

“For a man so supposedly out of touch with the world, that mustache of yours is pretty in vogue, don’t you think?” she teased warmly, nodding towards his mouth. Her beer bottle sweated against the coffee table, without a coaster to protect the wood beneath it.

Growing more comfortable, Chris’ hand moved down, his fingers grazing against her knee. A flush of heat rose to her cheeks almost immediately, and he knew that the touch excited her, simple as it was. She watched carefully as he leaned down, quiet, and pressed his lips to the scar there. It was intimate, too familiar. She was an adult, steady minded, logical, and yet the simple act drove her to wordlessness. This was what a week with Chris always looked like, why she so craved it and feared it: it dizzied her, grounded her in a place that had not ever existed since she was twenty-two. It came back with tenacity whenever he stepped into her life.

Chris had no shame, leveling a satisfied smirk in her direction. He took in the sight of her face, his hand traveling further up her leg, exploring the width of her smooth thigh beneath his hand. She became tense under his touch, taut with anticipation. He nudged her legs apart with a tap of his fingers. Slowly, as if she had never done it before - not for him, not for anyone - she spread them apart.

“That’s right, my girl,” he cooed. Beneath the fabric of his tight slacks, his cock began to stir in interest.

This was a ritual his body knew what was going to happen next–because it always happened next. His pale blue eyes went a shade darker, the pupils widening as he trailed over the insides of her thighs with his fingers. Up close like this, he could smell the perfume on her, a heady, intoxicating scent that he relished as she leaned back on the couch for him. He rose up to her neck, tonguing at the flesh nearest to her throat, humming contentedly as her thighs attempted to close around his explorative hand.

He nudged alongside her jawline with his nose, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses on her neck. Beneath her skirt, he began rubbing soothing circles on her thighs. He could feel the heat emitting from her cunt, was thoroughly taken with the idea that in this state, he could just as well do anything he wanted to her. For months now, he’d been thinking of this, of her — of her soft whimpers, of the scrunch of her face as she came, of the taste of her, acidic and lovely. He’d palmed himself in the dark of night too many times to count, re-imagining the moments she hung up her inhibitions for him. He wanted her more than he could bring himself to admit.

He reached up and felt for the outline of her underwear. There was nothing. “No knickers?” he murmured against the warmth of her skin.

She shook her head, almost coy.

Chris pressed his lips to hers then. At first a light peck, the feeling of her lips against his was better than he remembered - better than anything he could possibly imagine - and he could not help drawing himself more closely to her. His hand carded through her hair, and when she opened his mouth for him, he groaned softly, ghosting his mouth above her own. They sat like that for a moment, staring at one another, measuring the depths of each other’s want before his tongue touched hers, and she eagerly gripped on the side of his shirt, pulling his body over her own. His feather touches on her thighs crept higher and higher until his fingers ghosted over her cunt. She canted her hips up, pleading silently, as his tongue ran over the top of her mouth, possessive and needy.

“What’s a matter, darlin’? No one touched you while I was away?” he teased. The Irish lilt drove her wild as it spread itself across the sensitive flesh of her neck.

Her nails dug into his side and Chris relished in the sting of it – at this something painful, that could also be nice. There was always a terrible, incessant part of him that wanted to know that things could still be nice.

She attempted to mold her form to his again, mewling from his curious lack of inattention. Chris grinned – nearly beamed – as if in wanting him, she was granting him some longed desired freedom. He knew her cunt ached for him; he felt the heat of it as his hand cascaded further up. Instead of touching her, he brushed lightly over her, grazing everywhere except the spots that would do anything for her. A protest finally rose up in her throat, but as Chris pushed the fabric of her skirt around her waist, whistling at the sight of her before him, it only came out as a weak sound instead. She looked at him, glassy eyed. Even in the dim lighting, he could see her glisten.

The alcohol made her pliant, but not incapable; whereas sober she probably wouldn’t let his curious eyes linger as long as they were, she allowed it now, slightly thrilled. The feeling ran up her spine when he brought fingers to her, spreading her puffy lips apart. She stifled a moan, gripping the edge of her couch, arching into his touch. With Chris, nothing ever managed to feel lewd; it felt like the most correct thing in the world, like he was drawing up a map and saying ‘this is where you are, this is where you belong, this is what you’re meant to do.’ It made her dizzy, how much she wanted him to merely touch her – not to mention how badly she wanted his cock, his tongue, anything at all. She wanted to tell him. To say: you could do anything you want with me. I’ll lie on the carpet, naked, let you look forever if you just keep looking at me like that, making me feel like this. Keep making me want you, just this much.

She didn't feel bad about it all—it made her feel strangely, inexplicably whole. Better because she didn’t love him, because she only liked him, and he only liked her, and yet they still wanted to touch one another like this, look at each other like that. She’d waited her whole life to feel that way.

“You’re mine,” he told her. The voice sounded as it came from deep within him, a place he didn’t rightly know existed until it did and he couldn’t help but reveal it. “Aren’t you? My girl, waiting for my fingers–” he circled over her opening, watching blurry eyed the way it closed around nothing “--waiting for my cock, wearing no knickers, hoping that I’ll what?” When they made eye contact, she found she never wanted to tear her eyes away from him again. He looked like he could devour her whole. “That I’d notice, fuck you soon as I seen you?”

He clicked his tongue, entering a single one of his thick fingers into her cunt. He tightened his jaw, watching the way it disappeared into the warmth of her. She was wet as hell. When she pushed at his shoulder, squirming a little beneath him, his lips curled up at the end into a small, genuine grin. He liked the way her face contorted, how she pushed even though she wanted more.

“That f–feels good,” she moaned.

“So fucking wet–” He entered another finger into her.

His nose once more rubbed along the smooth outline of her face. How badly he wanted to know the entire shape of her–to reach inside, extract a piece to take home. His fingers rubbed against the spongy top of her walls, and he measured the beat of her heart, the wavering of her breath, the ghost of her against his skin as he adjusted above her. His other hand grazed beneath the fabric of her shirt, peeling it up.

As he hung his head, a shag of hair concealed his face. She pinned it back just as he licked just above her breast. Her body arched up towards his own and he groaned, pulling his now wet fingers out of her and gripping at her hip. He pinned her against him, knocked his nose against hers, before kissing her; he sucked at her bottom lip, ran his tongue over the back of her teeth.

Chris wanted her to make a mess of him, and to let him make a mess of her. He wanted her spread and wet, wanted to plunge his cock deeply inside of her, wanted to run his tongue over the creases between her legs, wanted to suck her clit, bite her nipples, to see her mouth around his cock, his fingers, wanted to watch her pupils dilate, her mouth form into a neat ‘o’, to hear the thud of her heart against his ear, a sound that would no doubt make his own heart beat quicker, and more happily than it had in months.

“Please,” she told him, and he couldn’t resist.

Her fingers found the buttons on his dress shirt and diligently began to undo them as he reached between their bodies to push down his slacks. As she moved the shirt down his arms, he caught her lips against own again.

“D’you have a condom?” he asked, urgent.

“Over there.“ She pointed to the drawer beside them. He kissed her again before leaning over and grabbing the pack out of the assortment of junk she had stored there.

His brows furrowed as he took one of the wrappers out of the pack. He tried not to think entirely much about the fact that there was empty space where others had been, and tore the end as she hooked her fingers beneath his underwear and drew them down around his hips.

Swallowing, he took himself in his hand. As he pinched the tip of the latex, she reached out, stilling his hands. Before he could ask her what she was doing, she was doing it. He watched with widened eyes as she put her mouth around the weeping tip of his cock, taking him slowly into the warmth of her mouth. His fingers gripped the back of the couch and he sucked in a shallow breath. “Jesus Mary—“ he uttered, face tinting red. Her eyes glanced up and he nearly shuddered; they were glassy, impish, delighted as she flattened her tongue on the underside of his cock, tracing the vein up.

He felt drunk when she hummed around him — everything going straight to his brain all of the sudden. What she could not put in her mouth, she stroked with her hand. Chris could not peel his eyes from her. She’d done this before, of course, but never with so much self-possession. Saliva glistened on his cock and cornered the edges of her lips as she pulled back. He wanted to reach out, to touch her. To tell her good girl and watch the way the praise settled over her skin. But it all happened too quickly; she was already moving off of his cock before the words could come up. “

Now,” she told him, still holding him in her hand.

Chris understood; he nodded and adroitly peeled the condom over himself.

She laid back, spreading her legs apart to make room for him. He looked down at her, reverent, but still with the mind to be clever. “Mind me if I’m wrong, but I thought you women liked a bit of foreplay?” he joked, running his finger alongside her thigh.

Her lips mirrored his own. “This entire day’s been foreplay.” Her own fingers sprawled against his stomach, wrapping around his sides. She looked up at him through her eyelashes. “Like you said, I’ve wanted you to take me as soon as you saw me.”

It didn’t take much more convincing for him. His head dipped, his mouth on hers as he guided her back on the couch. She wrapped a leg around him, their tongues rolling against one another’s as he positioned himself over her. Even through the cotton of his undershirt, he could feel her pebbled nipples against his chest. He sighed, kissing at her jaw, her neck, leaving wet kisses over her collarbone. Reaching between her legs, he ran two fingers through her folds, testing how slick she was for him. He sucked hard on the skin over her breast—hard enough to leave a bruise—and hummed agreeably as she coated his fingers.

“My naughty, naughty American,” he delighted. He spread her folds apart with his fingers, rubbing over her core teasingly. She looked him in the eye, mouth parting to let mouth a silent moan.

Chris repositioned, replacing his fingers with his cock, rubbing the head of it through her folds. He went slack jawed with her as he teased the tip inside of her, stretching her entrance with the fat head of it. Her nails, which had been ghosting over his skin, dug in slightly. After a few moments, he pulled back out, much to both of their dismay.

“Don’t know if you’re wet enough,” he whispered against her lips, grinding his hips in an upward motion. She whined, pouting.

“I am,” she insisted.

“Not for me,” he replied, his hand reaching back between their bodies. He pressed two fingers inside of her, grinning as her brows drew together. “You’re mine,” he told her again, dragging his fingers along her walls. “You can fill yourself with whatever or whoever you like while I’m gone, but I want it to be known that this—“ he rubbed the top of her cunt, reaching a deep part of her that made her squirm. “—is mine. All fucking mine.”

She was intoxicated, the heady fumes of desire spreading out around them. He thrust his fingers inside of her, widening them apart to stretch her for him. Wrapping her hand around the back of his neck, she brought him down to kiss her. He did, parting from her only to cast his translucent eyes down to where he was touching her.

“Fuck, I’m wet enough, Chris,” she said murmured his lips, frustrated. He laughed.

“Not enough. Want you dripping,” he said back, a bit stern. She could see it, suddenly, the way she hadn’t ever been able to before: an etch of seriousness that told her he could be a somber man. She found it terribly attractive. She sucked at the end of his tongue.

“If you fuck me properly, I will be,” she retorted, drawing her fingers around his sides, up to his back. She traced alongside his spine.

He scoffed, though she could see in his eyes he liked the teasing.

“You’re not being very nice to me. Don’t know if I should.” They both watched as he dragged his wet fingers up to her puffy clit. He traced wide, light circles around it. She held her breath, drawing her legs up involuntarily for him.

“You’re clenching around nothing, baby. What a pity.”

“Chris—“ she breathed out. “Chris.”

“Yes, that’ll do,” he nodded in approval, righting himself over her again. He applied more pressure on her clit.

“My pretty-“ Chris took himself in his hand again, lining his cock over her entrance, “-pretty girl all worked up.” He shook his head as if chiding, before thrusting his hips forward slowly. His eyes followed his cock as it disappeared into her, her cunt stretching beautifully around him. She was a goddess, laid out before him, wanting and waiting. Despite his desire for all of her, he thrilled at the slow taking of her. He was savoring it, remembering the tightness of her cunt, allowing the curve of her nails to embed themselves into his mind as well as his skin.

When he found himself fully seated inside of her, he turned his head, kissing the side of her lips, his eyelids, her nose. She pulsated around him. “You feel so tight,” he told her, gradually pulling out, only enough to feel the squeeze of her around him without losing too much of the warmth. He nearly sighed in contentment as he moved back inside.

She was already flush and warm all over from the alcohol in her system, and the feel of him inside of her felt less like an intrusion, as much as it did a missing piece to a lifelong puzzle. His cock was better than his fingers, thicker, longer, going deep as he grinded his hips down into hers. Impatient, she told him, “Faster.”

He huffed out a laugh, but obeyed, drawing up more quickly this time, pressing into her with more intent. She bit back a moan as she felt the plunge of him inside of her. Her knees went higher, something he encouraged by hooking one of them around his arm and thrusting roughly inside of her.

“Fuck, like that,” she moaned, nodding as he went impossibly deep inside of her then. She felt herself grow wetter—could hear it too, the slap of their bodies growing nosier the more intense he grew with his thrusts. It was no longer an issue for him to slide in; her body beckoned him, made all the room so he could seat himself closer and closer to her core.

Chris began to whimper as his thrusts grew more erratic. The pendant on his necklace swung as he watched the way his cock entered her, hitting her in the face as he pushed inside. Her tongue latched onto it, drawing the cool metal into her mouth. When he looked back at her, his eyes were full of unadulterated want. He shuddered, his hands falling over the back of her shoulders, attempting to draw her closer than she already was. She felt the fabric of his undershirt against her sensitive nipples, felt the drag of his pubic bone against her clit as he worked himself inside of her; he was all around her, hot, tangible, lovely, human. Hers.

His fingers wrapped tightly around her shoulders, almost with a bruising intensity, as he began to twitch inside of her. She looked him in the eyes, nodding, urging. He came then, the warmth of his seed inside of her making her gasp, even through the latex of the condom. Her arms wrapped around him, and she panted, smiling.

Pressing a kiss to her breast, he steadied his breathing. She brushed her fingers through his unruly hair, enjoying the faint tickle of his mustache against her skin.

“I’m still gonna make you cum,” he promised, cupping his hand around one of her breasts. They adjusted, so that he tucked himself beside her on the couch, their legs intertwining. His touch was curious more than attentive, the tips of his fingers caressing her warm flesh.

“We’ve got all night.”

“I know,” he smiled, licking behind her ear. Her eyes shut closed, and she pressed away the thoughts that this was not friendly. The alcohol made her feel pleasant, warm, and she did not care.

“Gonna make you cum a lot, my American,” he murmured, biting her earlobe.

She kissed him softly and he returned the kiss in kind, resting a hand on her cheek. He wanted to tell her something terribly romantic, to confess that he liked her quite a lot, that he enjoyed being here more than she would know. But Ireland was such a quiet, fearful place and the IRA had made him wearier than ever; it was best to say nothing than to say too much. It was better to show. His hand drew up between her legs, his eyes glimmering as he pulled away from her.

I want to know all you, said the line he traced up her thigh.

Alright, she consented, parting her legs for him.

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homedesignmodern · 28 days ago

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Trending Aesthetics in Home Design for Gen Z: A Fresh and Functional Approach

Home design trends are constantly evolving, and for Generation Z, the approach to interior aesthetics is both unique and innovative. Born between the mid-to-late 1990s and the early 2010s, Gen Z has grown up with technology, environmental awareness, and a need for self-expression, which heavily influences their design preferences. This article explores the trending aesthetics in home design for Gen Z, highlighting how their creativity and values shape their living spaces.

1. Minimalist Maximalism: Balancing Clutter and Clarity

One of the most distinctive trends among Gen Z is the combination of minimalist principles with a maximalist twist. While minimalism has long been about simplicity, clean lines, and clutter-free spaces, Gen Z’s take on it involves carefully curated maximalist elements that add character without overwhelming the room.

Gen Z’s interpretation of minimalist maximalism includes functional furniture pieces that serve multiple purposes, neutral color palettes contrasted with bold accents, and the integration of statement decor items that tell a story. The goal is to keep spaces open and airy while allowing for personal touches that make the home feel uniquely theirs.

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Sustainability is not just a trend for Gen Z; it’s a lifestyle. They prioritize eco-friendly and ethical choices in every aspect of their lives, including home design. From upcycled furniture and recycled materials to energy-efficient appliances and low-VOC (volatile organic compounds) paints, sustainability is at the forefront of their design decisions.

Gen Z prefers buying furniture from brands that prioritize sustainability, opting for materials like bamboo, reclaimed wood, and natural fibers. Additionally, indoor plants are a must-have feature in Gen Z homes, adding a touch of nature while improving air quality. This trend reflects their desire to reduce their carbon footprint and create an environmentally conscious living space.

3. Digital and Smart Home Integration

Growing up in the digital age has made Gen Z highly tech-savvy, and this translates into their home design preferences. Smart home technology is not a luxury but a necessity for this generation. They want their homes to be functional, efficient, and integrated with the latest tech advancements.

Voice-activated devices, smart lighting systems, automated thermostats, and high-speed internet are standard features in Gen Z’s home setup. These technologies are seamlessly integrated into the design, ensuring that while the home is digitally advanced, it still maintains a comfortable and welcoming atmosphere.

4. Retro and Nostalgic Vibes

Nostalgia plays a significant role in Gen Z’s aesthetic preferences. They are drawn to retro designs from the 70s, 80s, and 90s, incorporating bold colors, vintage furniture, and funky patterns into their spaces. This love for all things retro reflects a desire to connect with the past in a way that feels comforting and familiar.

From vinyl records and polaroid pictures to mid-century modern furniture and neon signs, Gen Z’s retro-inspired decor often serves as a statement of individuality. They enjoy mixing and matching different eras, creating a playful and eclectic vibe that feels both nostalgic and contemporary.

5. Multi-Functional and Flexible Spaces

With many Gen Z individuals working from home or pursuing creative hobbies, the need for multi-functional spaces is greater than ever. They favor open-plan designs that can easily adapt to different needs, such as work, relaxation, entertainment, or fitness.

Furniture with modular designs, like foldable desks, sofa beds, and storage ottomans, is highly popular among Gen Z. These pieces offer flexibility, allowing them to make the most of their space while keeping it clutter-free. This adaptability is crucial for smaller living areas, like studio apartments or shared spaces, where maximizing every inch is essential.

6. Personalized and DIY Decor

Gen Z is known for their creativity and passion for self-expression, which strongly influences their approach to home decor. They prefer personalized, do-it-yourself (DIY) projects that allow them to infuse their personalities into their living spaces. From hand-painted wall murals and customized photo frames to handmade candles and pottery, DIY decor adds a unique touch that can’t be found in store-bought items.

This trend also includes upcycling old furniture or repurposing everyday items into functional decor. Not only does this approach add a personal touch, but it also aligns with Gen Z’s sustainable values by reducing waste and promoting creativity.

7. Biophilic Design: Bringing Nature Indoors

The biophilic design trend, which focuses on connecting humans with nature, is another popular choice among Gen Z. This aesthetic involves incorporating natural elements into the home, such as indoor plants, natural light, wood textures, and earth-toned color palettes.

Gen Z often creates indoor gardens or uses vertical planters to bring greenery into their living spaces. They believe that a connection to nature not only enhances the beauty of a home but also promotes mental well-being, reduces stress, and increases productivity.

8. Neutral Tones with Bold Accents

While neutral colors like beige, cream, and soft gray remain popular as a base, Gen Z loves adding pops of bold colors to create visual interest. This generation isn’t afraid to experiment with vibrant hues like mustard yellow, teal, and terracotta, often using them as accent walls, statement furniture pieces, or through decorative items like cushions and rugs.

This approach of combining neutrals with bold accents allows Gen Z to create a balanced, harmonious look that is both modern and dynamic. It reflects their love for simplicity while still making a space feel lively and energetic.

9. Artistic and Cultural Influences

Art plays a significant role in Gen Z’s home aesthetics. They are inspired by various artistic movements and cultural influences, often integrating pieces that reflect their values and experiences. Wall art, tapestries, and sculptures that showcase diverse cultures or social justice themes are commonly found in their spaces.

Gen Z also appreciates local art and supports emerging artists. They often choose pieces that resonate with their identity or that represent a meaningful narrative, making their homes feel like a gallery of self-expression.

10. Vintage Meets Modern: Eclectic Combinations

The fusion of vintage and modern design elements is a trend that resonates strongly with Gen Z. They enjoy the juxtaposition of old and new, mixing vintage furniture with contemporary accessories or pairing classic designs with futuristic tech gadgets.

This eclectic approach allows them to create a space that feels both timeless and innovative. It’s about breaking the rules of traditional design and combining contrasting elements to create a unique, personalized look that reflects their individuality.

11. Comfort-Driven Design

Comfort is a top priority for Gen Z when it comes to home design. They prefer cozy furniture, soft textiles, and calming color schemes that create a warm and inviting atmosphere. Items like oversized cushions, plush throws, bean bags, and soft rugs are essential for creating a laid-back vibe.

This focus on comfort extends to every area of the home, from the living room to the bedroom, emphasizing the idea that a home should be a sanctuary where they can unwind and relax.

12. Influence of Social Media Aesthetics

Gen Z’s home design is heavily influenced by social media platforms like Pinterest, Instagram, and TikTok. These platforms not only serve as sources of inspiration but also as a means to showcase their own design creativity. Popular hashtags like #RoomTour and #AestheticDecor highlight the latest trends and provide ideas for creating photogenic spaces.

Trendy aesthetics like “cottagecore,” “dark academia,” and “light academia” have gained popularity on social media, influencing Gen Z to incorporate these themes into their home decor. The emphasis is often on creating Instagram-worthy spaces that are both visually appealing and functional.

Conclusion

Gen Z’s approach to home design is a blend of sustainability, technology, creativity, and individuality. They prioritize functional, adaptable spaces that reflect their values and personality while maintaining a strong connection to nature and nostalgia. Their trend-driven aesthetics are all about creating a balance between comfort and style, minimalism and maximalism, vintage and modern. As they continue to influence the world of interior design, we can expect to see even more innovative and personalized trends emerge in the future.

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steelcraftkitchens · 1 month ago

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Popular Trends in Low Cost Middle Class Home Interior Design

In today's fast-paced world, creating a comfortable and stylish home on a budget is more important than ever, especially for middle-class families. The trend of low cost middle class home interior design has gained traction as homeowners seek affordable yet aesthetically pleasing solutions to transform their living spaces. Companies like Steel Craft Kitchens are at the forefront of this movement, offering innovative designs that cater to the needs of budget-conscious families. Let’s explore some of the popular trends in low cost middle class home interior design.

1. Open Concept Living Spaces

One of the most significant trends in low cost middle class home interior design is the open concept layout. This design approach removes unnecessary walls, creating a more spacious feel in smaller homes. By combining the living, dining, and kitchen areas, families can enjoy a more cohesive and multifunctional space. Not only does this layout foster better interaction among family members, but it also reduces the need for expensive partitioning, making it a cost-effective choice.

2. Multi-Functional Furniture

With the rising popularity of compact living, multi-functional furniture has become a staple in low cost middle class home interior design. These pieces, such as sofa beds, ottomans with storage, and extendable dining tables, serve multiple purposes, allowing homeowners to maximize their space efficiently. Steel Craft Kitchens offers creative storage solutions that blend seamlessly into the design, making the most out of every square foot while keeping costs low.

3. DIY and Upcycling

Another trend gaining momentum is the DIY culture and upcycling of furniture. Many middle-class families are discovering the joy of transforming old or thrifted items into stylish decor. This not only saves money but also allows for a unique, personalized touch in home design. From repainting old cabinets to reupholstering chairs, DIY projects can enhance the aesthetic appeal of a home without breaking the bank.

4. Minimalism

Minimalism continues to be a popular choice in low cost middle class home interior design. This trend emphasizes simplicity, functionality, and clean lines. By decluttering and focusing on essential items, homeowners can create a serene and organized environment. Minimalist design often incorporates neutral color palettes and natural materials, making it a versatile and affordable approach that resonates with many families.

5. Sustainable Design

As environmental awareness grows, sustainable design practices are increasingly influencing low cost middle class home interior design. Homeowners are opting for eco-friendly materials, energy-efficient appliances, and sustainable sourcing options. By choosing durable, low-maintenance materials, families can reduce long-term costs while contributing to environmental sustainability. Steel Craft Kitchens emphasizes eco-friendly options in their designs, helping families create beautiful interiors that are kind to the planet.

6. Bold Colors and Patterns

While minimalism has its appeal, many homeowners are embracing bold colors and patterns as a way to express personality and creativity. Accent walls, vibrant textiles, and eclectic decor can bring life to any space. This trend allows for flexibility in design and can be achieved with low-cost paint and fabric options, making it accessible for middle-class families looking to make a statement.

7. Smart Home Technology

Integrating smart technology into home design is another trend that's becoming increasingly popular among budget-conscious families. Smart thermostats, lighting, and security systems can enhance the functionality of a home without requiring extensive renovations. Many of these technologies are affordable and easy to install, providing both convenience and energy savings.

8. Nature-Inspired Elements

Bringing the outdoors inside has become a significant trend in low cost middle class home interior design. Incorporating natural elements like plants, wood finishes, and stone textures can create a calming atmosphere. Indoor plants not only improve air quality but also add a touch of greenery to any space. This approach is both cost-effective and beneficial for overall well-being.

Conclusion

The landscape of low cost middle class home interior design is evolving, driven by the desire for affordability without sacrificing style. Trends like open concept layouts, multi-functional furniture, and sustainable design are making it possible for families to create inviting spaces that reflect their personalities and lifestyles. Companies like Steel Craft Kitchens are dedicated to providing budget-friendly solutions that cater to the needs of middle-class families, helping them turn their houses into homes. By embracing these trends, you can create a beautiful and functional living space without breaking the bank. Whether you’re planning a complete renovation or a simple update, there’s a world of possibilities waiting for you in the realm of low cost home design.

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kmp-modernfurniture · 11 months ago

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Imbuing homes with the Christmas spirit mindfully

“It’s time for the Christmas countdown. This also means that many homes will begin to sparkle, twinkle, and jingle with the tunes and decor of the Christmas spirit. But have you ever considered what happens to all the single-use decorations we buy?” Read more.

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inlite-furnishing · 2 months ago

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Discover the Best Furnishing Store in Calicut for Your Dream Home

When it comes to transforming your living space, finding the right furnishings can make all the difference. If you're in search of quality, style, and variety, look no further than the best furnishing store in Calicut. With a wealth of options ranging from modern minimalistic pieces to luxurious and traditional styles, this city offers everything you need to turn your home into a masterpiece.

Why Furnishings Matter

Furnishing a home is more than just filling it with furniture. It’s about creating an atmosphere that reflects your personality and style. Whether you're decorating your living room, bedroom, dining space, or office, the right furnishings help enhance the ambiance, improve functionality, and increase comfort.

The best furnishing store in Calicut not only provides a wide range of choices but also offers expert guidance in choosing the right pieces for your specific needs. Quality is key when it comes to long-term investments, and the top stores ensure that you get durable, aesthetically pleasing items that stand the test of time.

What Sets the Best Furnishing Stores Apart?

1. Diverse Range of Products

From elegant sofas and chic coffee tables to sophisticated dining sets and bedroom furniture, the best furnishing stores in Calicut cater to a variety of tastes and preferences. Whether you prefer a contemporary or a more classic look, you’ll find it here. Plus, these stores stock both local and international brands, giving you access to the best designs from across the globe.

2. Tailored Services

One of the most important aspects of furnishing is personalization. Top stores provide customized solutions, ensuring that each piece fits seamlessly into your home. They offer consultations with interior designers and allow you to choose from a variety of materials, finishes, and sizes to match your decor.

3. Affordable Luxury

Many people associate high-quality furniture with high prices, but the best furnishing store in Calicut offers luxurious designs at affordable prices. Whether you’re shopping on a budget or looking for premium items, these stores make it possible for you to furnish your home beautifully without breaking the bank.

4. Sustainability and Innovation

In recent years, sustainable furnishing has gained popularity, and leading stores in Calicut are embracing this trend. From eco-friendly materials to energy-efficient production methods, they offer furniture that is both stylish and good for the planet.

Furnishing Trends in 2024

With the new year around the corner, some key trends in furnishings are set to take over:

Minimalistic Designs: Clean lines, neutral colors, and minimalist designs are in high demand. These create an uncluttered and serene environment, perfect for those who want to bring calmness to their living spaces.

Multi-functional Furniture: With urban spaces becoming more compact, the demand for multi-functional furniture is rising. Expect to see more convertible sofas, foldable tables, and storage beds that help maximize space.

Sustainable Choices: As environmental concerns grow, customers are opting for eco-friendly materials like bamboo, recycled wood, and organic fabrics. Green furnishings that combine sustainability with style are a must-have.

Inlite Furnishing – Your One-Stop Solution

If you're looking for a store that combines quality, innovation, and style, Inlite Furnishing is the go-to choice in Calicut. As the best furnishing store in Calicut, we pride ourselves on offering a curated selection of the finest furniture and decor. Our products not only meet the highest standards of quality but also reflect the latest design trends to help you create the home of your dreams.

At Inlite Furnishing, we believe in making luxury accessible. Whether you're furnishing an entire home or looking for a statement piece to complete your space, we have something to suit every taste and budget. From contemporary and minimalist to classic and traditional, our diverse collection will inspire you to create a space that’s uniquely yours.

Visit Inlite Furnishing today and let us help you turn your house into a home!

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Main Story Chapter 18-07: Among All of Nature (在萬物之中) | Light and Night 光與夜之戀

Chapter 18-05

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Although I've temporarily moved to my grandma's house, the commute is too long and it's not a sustainable solution.

Using my spare time these past few days, I've looked at a few more apartments, but none of them were suitable. I had to expand my search area and increase my budget.

Luckily, I had good luck today. A small rental house just became available in an alley near my company. Because I'm used to living in a small shop, I really like spacious one-story houses.

With more space, I can store some design materials at home, set up a large table, and create a work area, just like Sariel's studio.

The person showing me the house was an elderly lady with gray hair, who was also the landlord. She owns several properties in this area. She's mentally sharp but has some trouble with her legs. She was a bit unsteady when crossing the threshold.

You: Grandma, let me help you across.

Landlord Granny: Oh, thank you, young lady. When you get old, everything starts to ache.

You: I should be thanking you for showing me the house yourself.

Landlord Granny: I don't like using agents. They don't know the good and bad about this place like I do. I've lived here for decades.

Landlord Granny: I can tell you exactly what time the vendors set up outside, which families have dogs, and whether they bark or not.

I nodded with a smile and looked around, noticing that the colors used, from the sofa cushions to the tablecloth and lamps, were quite bold and vibrant.

You: The decoration is so interesting!

Landlord Granny: You young people should like it. A young girl lived here before, and she did it up.

Landlord Granny: I even introduced her to her boyfriend, who lived in another one of my houses.

Landlord Granny: After they got married, they bought a house and moved out together. Before they left, they even came back here to take a photo together.

The granny took out her old phone and scrolled for a while before showing me a photo. It showed a young couple standing at the entrance of the alley with their luggage, both smiling brightly.

But my eyes were involuntarily drawn to a figure in the background. The figure was far away and small, hunched over, wearing an old-fashioned hat, with only a bit of their side profile visible.

They looked like an elderly person. I stared at them, and a strange intuition came over me.

You: No way...

Landlord Granny: Why not? They even gave me a box of wedding candies for being their matchmaker.

You: No, no. Grandma, do you know this person? Do they also live nearby?

I zoomed in on the photo and pointed to the man in the baseball cap, who was almost blending into the gray-blue wall. The old lady squinted and looked for a long time.

Landlord Granny: Oh, that hat... Isn't that Xiao Chen?

Landlord Granny: He's also one of my tenants. He lives in the attic upstairs. He's a tall and handsome young man.

Landlord Granny: It's just that he doesn't dress very neatly, always wearing hats, sunglasses, and masks.

If the hat, sunglasses, and mask were all used for disguise... My heart pounded. I wasn't mistaken. This person must be Charlie!

I've always understood that frequent contact would put him in danger, so I deliberately didn't ask for his address. But that doesn't mean I don't want to know how he's doing.

I clenched my palms and continued to chat casually with the landlord granny.

You: Grandma, can you tell me more about this Xiao Chen?

In the old and cozy house, I sat upright at the carved wooden table. The landlord granny placed a bowl of mung bean soup in front of me.

Landlord Granny: Freshly made, young lady, have some.

You: Mmm, okay...

I took a couple of reluctant sips, not because it wasn't delicious, but because the granny was sitting opposite me, looking at me with a cheerful and gossipy expression.

Landlord Granny: Go on, there's nothing to be embarrassed about. It's perfectly normal to like a handsome young man.

Landlord Granny: Feel free to ask anything you want to know.

It seemed she had misunderstood my intentions from the beginning. But since she said I could ask anything, there was no need for me to correct her.

You: Okay... well, when did Xiao Chen move in?

Landlord Granny: He hasn't been here long, less than two months, but many people around here know him.

You: Why is that?

The granny pointed out the window. Not far away, there was a small cart parked with a wooden board leaning against it. On the board, the words "Fresh Wontons" were scrawled in chalk.

Landlord Granny: Xiao Chen was poor when he first arrived. He couldn't find a job for a while and couldn't even afford the rent.

Landlord Granny: At that time, Old Liu, who sells wontons, injured his arm and couldn't run his stall. So he asked Xiao Chen.

Landlord Granny: He asked if Xiao Chen could help out, two hours in the morning and two hours in the evening, with pay and meals included.

Landlord Granny: The morning shift starts at five, and the evening shift goes until midnight. It's quite hard work, but surprisingly, Xiao Chen agreed.

Landlord Granny: He said he loves wontons and wants to open a wonton stall with someone he likes in the future. He considered this as practice beforehand.

I had just taken a sip of mung bean soup when I heard the words "practice beforehand." I choked and coughed several times. The granny quickly handed me some tissues.

Landlord Granny: Isn't he an interesting young man? He got to know everyone quickly.

I nodded. Charlie being poor was probably because he couldn't go to the bank to withdraw money when he was wanted.

I had imagined his initial days were very difficult, and now that thought was confirmed. But even so, he still bought me flowers. I lowered my eyes, feeling both touched and a bit sad.

Landlord Granny: But later he found a job and seems to be earning a decent amount. He's capable, don't worry.

Landlord Granny: I don't really know what his job is.

Landlord Granny: He's always fiddling with his computer in his room, wearing headphones. I guess he's in the IT industry.

I took a deep breath and nodded in agreement. If I wasn't mistaken, this was Charlie's surveillance plan.

You: Yeah, probably.

Landlord Granny: Come to think of it, no wonder he's so well-informed. He seems to have seen everything online.

That seemed like a stereotype about the IT industry... But Charlie did seem like he knew everything. I couldn't help but smile, feeling a bit curious.

You: What kind of things has he seen?

Landlord Granny: My leg has always had arthritis. I usually listen to health programs on the radio and buy some of the medicines they recommend.

Landlord Granny: Xiao Chen advised me, saying those things are expensive and their ingredients have no medicinal value.

Landlord Granny: I didn't quite believe him at first. I said, Xiao Chen, you're not a doctor, how can you tell?

You: Did you say that...

Landlord Granny: What did you say, dear? I didn't hear you clearly.

"Not a doctor." It was just a casual remark, but it stung a bit when I heard it. It was like being transported back to the night when Sun Taizhong was injured. If Charlie heard it, how would he feel?

You: It's nothing. Please continue. Did you believe him later?

Landlord Granny: I did. He sent me several... what do you call them... expert articles from public accounts.

Landlord Granny: They explained all the ingredients mentioned on the radio and even exposed the false claims about those medicines advertised on the radio.

You: Grandma, do you know the name of the public account? I'd like to take a look too.

The granny took out her phone, placed it on the table, and opened a chat window.

The profile picture in the chat window was a shadow stretched out on the road, surrounded by lush plane trees. It looked a bit like the small road I used to take on my way home from work.

Landlord Granny: I don't know the name, but it's this article. Take a look.

I leaned over to look, and the first thing I saw was a very eye-catching title: "Xianggu Essence Capsules are Fake! Protect Your Wallet!" Below it was the author's name: "Famous Doctor Charlie."

You: Famous Doctor Charlie...

I couldn't help but smile, as if I could see Charlie's smug expression when he typed that name.

I had already guessed it. How could there be such a coincidence that he just happened to have read an article debunking some unknown health product advertised on the radio? It was obviously written by him.

Landlord Granny: So, what do you think of Xiao Chen? Are you satisfied?

You: Uh, satisfied or not...

The sudden question was a bit like picking out pork at the market, but it showed that the granny had a very good impression of Charlie. Under her eager gaze, I nodded.

Landlord Granny: But dear, Xiao Chen is good in every way, except for one thing. You need to consider it carefully.

Seeing me agree, the granny's tone changed, becoming serious.

Landlord Granny: His health seems to be a bit problematic recently. I don't know how he'll be in the future.

You: Really?! What's wrong with him?

Startled, my voice rose a few pitches.

Landlord Granny: It seems like headaches. Once, when I was going out, I saw him, a grown man, squatting in the stairwell.

Landlord Granny: His face was pale, as if he was unconscious.

Landlord Granny: I called out to him several times, and he just asked me if I could pick up his phone from the ground and make a call.

Landlord Granny: I said I'd call 120 for him, but he said no, not 120, and then said forget it, no need to call.

Landlord Granny: It took a long time before he stood up and left. I don't think it's a minor illness.

I froze, feeling a chill all over. When did his headaches become so severe? If left untreated, could there be serious consequences? The thought made my nose tingle with worry.

Landlord Granny: When the time comes, you should ask him about it properly...

The landlord granny was still giving me instructions, but I couldn't respond. Thankfully, a knock on the door interrupted her. She answered and went to open the door.

???: I'm here to pay the rent.

Landlord Granny: Oh, isn't it Xiao Chen?

Xiao Chen - those two words made my ears buzz.

In disbelief, I slowly turned my head. The door opened a crack, and warm sunlight spilled in, outlining a familiar silhouette.

Wearing a low-brimmed hat, sunglasses, and a mask, his expression was hidden, but I could feel that he, too, had frozen in place at that moment.

Landlord Granny: Come in, Xiao Chen, have a seat and some mung bean soup.

Charlie seemed to realize that his hand was still on the doorknob. He gently closed the door and walked in. The wooden stool creaked as he pulled it out, and he sat down beside me.

Landlord Granny: Xiao Chen, do you have a girlfriend?

The granny went to the kitchen to get more mung bean soup. Her voice came through the wall. Charlie Su glanced at me, and somehow, I felt he must be smiling.

Charlie: Are you asking because you want to introduce me to someone?

Landlord Granny: You got it!

The granny placed the bowl on the table. It was from the same set as mine, decorated with dragons and phoenixes, very festive.

Landlord Granny: Xiao Chen, this young lady saw your photo and fell in love at first sight. She came specifically to inquire about you.

You: No, that's not---

Landlord Granny: It's okay, young lady. If you're embarrassed, just pretend this old lady is talking nonsense.

Charlie turned his face towards me. This time, his gaze was intent. Sitting closer, I could almost see through his sunglasses, even the purple in his eyes was blurry, but the overflowing longing and joy were exceptionally clear.

I couldn't help but stare back at him, and we remained like that for who knows how long. The granny reached out and waved her hand in front of us.

Landlord Granny: Xiao Chen, don't stare at the young lady like that, you'll scare her away.

Charlie didn't look away. His voice was sincere and gentle.

Charlie: I think I've also fallen in love with her at first sight.

Earlier, when the landlord granny teased us, I didn't react much. But now, my face instantly turned red, as if we were truly meeting for the first time.

Charlie: What should we do, miss? I want to take you out on a date right away.

Landlord Granny: A date, that's wonderful!

The granny was beaming, unable to contain her smile. She pulled out a few boxes from a cloth bag at her feet.

Landlord Granny: It's just perfect that you're here, Xiao Chen. Take these with you.

Landlord Granny: I listened to your advice and went to the hospital to check my joints. They prescribed some painkillers for me.

Landlord Granny: The doctor said this medicine hasn't been released yet, and only their hospital can prescribe it. It's very effective and can also be used for headaches.

Charlie: Oh? Where was it prescribed?

Landlord Granny: The First People's Hospital.

The box landed on the table. Charlie's gaze darkened. I saw it too. The label on the medicine box clearly read "DEA."

However, only for a moment. Charlie's expression quickly returned to normal. He picked up the medicine box and casually put it in his pocket.

Charlie: I think I've heard that this medicine has some side effects.

Landlord Granny: Really? My husband and several of my friends are taking it. The doctor said it's fine.

Landlord Granny: I'm not sure. I'll go back and look for that public account article later.

Charlie: Don't take it for the next few days.

Leaving the granny's house, Charlie and I walked side-by-side down the alley. The entire alley was bathed in the orange-red glow of the sunset. I couldn't help but keep glancing at him.

Charlie: Fiancée, what do you think I should say or do now?

Charlie had already taken off his sunglasses and hung them on his lapel, but he still wore his mask.

You: What did you plan to do when we met again?

Charlie: Just like I said on the phone, I wanted to admire the airship with our names on it together with you.

He looked at the horizon, his voice trembling slightly. But I knew it wasn't a bad kind of trembling.

Because my voice was the same. It meant that our long-awaited hearts had finally found satisfaction.

The granny's words echoed in my mind, along with DEA and his illness. But I didn't have time to ask him about all of that.

I walked around in front of Charlie and reached out to gently remove his mask from his ears.

He had lost some weight, his face was pale, and his features were more defined. I opened my mouth.

You: I finally get to see you again.

Almost at the same time, Charlie leaned down and hugged me tightly.

Charlie: Me too, fiancée, me too.

For a long time afterward, we didn't say anything. We just held each other, feeling each other's breath and the rise and fall of our chests.

We were already very close, but the arms around my back tightened even more, almost painfully so.

You: Charlie, I can't breathe...

Charlie loosened his grip a bit, but not much. His warm breath lingered by my ear.

Charlie: My saint. You're suddenly so close to me, it's a bit overwhelming.

Charlie: Haven't you heard that people who have been hungry for too long can't eat too much at once?

I couldn't help but laugh.

You: Such a simple analogy, is that something Young Master Charlie would say?

Charlie: Why would I need to sweet-talk my fiancée?

He said it matter-of-factly, but to me, it sounded sweeter than any sweet nothings. My eyes stung, and I couldn't help but lightly punch his back.

Charlie: Why are you hitting me?

You: I won't tell you.

Charlie: I know even if you don't tell me. It's my fiancée's overflowing love for me.

I wanted to hit him again, but my face felt hot, and I couldn't bring my raised hand down.

We separated a little. We had hugged many times before, but thinking back to that moment just now still made me feel a bit embarrassed. Charlie probably felt the same way, staring straight ahead seriously.

Charlie: How did you find this place?

Charlie: When I saw you, I wondered if I had stepped into a rabbit hole.

I told him the whole story of how I was looking for a house, saw the photo, and recognized his figure in the background. Charlie raised his eyebrows.

Charlie: I know that photo.

Charlie: Back then, when my father discovered my whereabouts, he sent a few people to find me. They saw it too, but they didn't recognize me.

You: What?! Your father sent people to find you?!

Charlie: Don't worry, I didn't leave them anything except a few empty water bottles.

Charlie: And after they left, this place became the safest place.

I was slightly relieved, but there was still one question.

You: How did they even think of looking at that photo?

Charlie: It seems the landlord mentioned to them that a newlywed couple had moved out.

Charlie: I don't know what kind of information my father gave them, but they were incredibly sensitive to the word "marriage."

Charlie: They thought one of the newlyweds was me.

Charlie looked at me with a playful smile, and I quickly understood why they were so sensitive to the word "marriage." It was because Charlie kept calling me his "fiancée."

Seeing my knowing expression, Charlie let out a long sigh.

Charlie: I thought my disguise was flawless.

Charlie: I never expected that you would recognize me from such a small shadow.

You: Should I pretend that I didn't recognize you, that it was just a coincidence, and let Young Master Charlie be happy about his disguise skills?

Charlie: There's no need.

Charlie lowered his eyes, his curved eyelashes casting a shadow on his face. His thin lips parted, and he said:

Charlie: I'm even happier that you recognized me. I'm going crazy with joy.

Whoa, whoa. An alarm bell was going off in my head. Was it because I hadn't seen him for so long? Why was my heart pounding irregularly? I quickly turned my face away.

You: Okay, Xiao Chen, stop teasing. Didn't you say you were taking me on a date?

Charlie paused for a moment, a flicker of hesitation and sadness crossing his face.

Charlie: Fiancée, actually...

You: We can go anywhere for our date.

I finished his sentence. I had already sensed that after the initial joy faded, something else was weighing on his mind. But whatever it was, I was willing to help.

Charlie stared at me for a while, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly.

Charlie: I have an appointment this afternoon with an organization called the Drug Safety Assurance Association.

Charlie: I'm going to talk to them about the side effects of DEA.

You: Great, let's go together.

As soon as I said that, we looked at each other. We had fought side-by-side too many times; there was no need for further explanation or persuasion.

Charlie sighed dramatically and shook his head in mock helplessness.

Charlie: I was relatively inconspicuous on my own, but with such a dazzling fiancée by my side, I'm afraid we'll be discovered immediately.

I knew it was a playful joke, but it did remind me that going together would increase the risk of exposure. I hadn't considered that carefully enough.

Charlie noticed my silence, and his expression turned serious.

Charlie: It seems I made a tasteless joke.

You: No, it's not that. I was just thinking that two people together would indeed...

Charlie took off his sunglasses from his lapel and put them on me. Then he took out a mask from his pocket, opened the package, and put it on me.

Charlie: There's no "indeed." Isn't this better?

I glanced at the mask from the corner of my eye and saw a small bird printed on the lower right corner. Charlie's mask had the same bird printed on the upper left corner.

You: Why are they couple masks again?

Charlie: That's because I've always wanted to play the role of a Bonnie and Clyde duo with my fiancée.

He looked happy. I thought back to his "tasteless" joke earlier. Although it was a joke, I could vaguely sense his inner hesitation.

Just like how he had such severe headaches but never mentioned them to me. Was it because he was worried about me, or was he afraid of making me worry? I tugged on his sleeve.

You: From now on, if you have a headache, call me. Don't hesitate.

It was an abrupt statement, but after a moment of stunned silence, Charlie nodded solemnly.

Charlie: Okay.

I strode forward, pulling his trench coat sleeve long.

You: Let's go! How are we getting there?

Charlie: Let's borrow the steed of Spyders II.

Chapter 18-09

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Transform Your Space: Top Home Decor Trends for 2024 best color combinations for bedroom walls

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Personalized Spaces

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