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[copperbadge]

*movie trailer narrator voice* In a battle between a man with ADHD and an Ikea flatpack clothes wardrobe...only one can be victorious.

Depending on how you define victory it wasn't me. I go into any furniture build well aware I'm going to have to partially disassemble it at least once when I either install something upside-down or install the wrong version of two nearly-identical pieces (I did both in this case). But the damn thing got built, so at least there's that.

It's taller than the stack of storage tubs that used to be there and which Polk used to like to sleep on, so both the cats have been first freaked out and then irritated that they can't get on top of it. I've had to take the blanket pad off the chest of drawers on the left and put two small storage bins there so they have a stepping stone up to the top.

[ID: Three images of the office corner of my bedroom; in the first, a pile of slatted and solid wood pieces are leaned up against the wall and the open closet door next to it. In the second image, a wardrobe consisting of a shelf and an open space next to the shelf has been partially built; in the third image the wardrobe, complete with sliding door and hanger rack, has been completed, and fits the space nicely.]

[letstevengrantsleep]

Part Ten

Previous part

Eddie Munson x reader slow burn

part summary: you follow in Eddie's footsteps and tell Rob exactly what he needs to hear

word count: 1,117

warnings: swearing

a/n: bit of a short one but but but we're getting there.... soon we'll be getting some quality aloonnneeee tiimmmeee with our eddie baby. It's on the horizon !!

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You shuffle into the kitchen, the headache slowly setting in from the night before. Eddie is sat at the breakfast table, shoveling cereal down like he hasn't eaten in weeks, which makes you crack a smile as he looks up at you.

"Morning rock star," he teases, nodding at your faded band tee. "How's the head?"

You groan, sliding into a chair at the table. "Honestly? It feels like someone's used it as a drum kit."

He stands to pour you a cup of coffee, freshly brewed, and hands it to you with a wide grin on his face. "Well, I wasn't going to say anything but since you've forced my hand," he chuckles to himself as he moves through the small kitchen, "you did come in pretty hyper last night."

You take the cup from him gratefully, almost groaning as the hot liquid soothes your sore throat. "Yeah, it was fun. Might need a new liver though." You smile through the headache as Eddie slides a plate of eggs and toast over to you. "Oh my god Eds, you're a lifesaver. What would I do without you?"

You say it jokingly, with a lopsided grin, but you really do mean it.

"Probably still have a hangover tomorrow," he teases, sitting back down to finish his cereal. "Good night then?" He asks, and you can hear the undertone in the way he says it. Have you successfully shucked off the weight that was hanging over you yesterday? Are you feeling okay? Can I help?

You bring your coffee up for another sip as you mull the question over. "I think for the first time in a long time... I'm happy just being me."

It's a heavy answer, considering what he actually asked, but as you watch Eddie nod his head, you know he understands.

"Well, if it's all the same to you rock star, I'm liking the new look."

That makes you laugh, shake your head and roll your eyes at him. "Yeah, yeah. Don't get too caught up in it, I've had this stuff in my wardrobe for years."

"Yeah, and it's a crime that it's never seen the light of day." Eddie jokes, leaning back to take a look at the band tee you've thrown on for breakfast this morning.

Scoffing, you take a bite of your breakfast before changing the subject. "So how was your night?"

"Eh," he shrugs, "saw Argyle. Smoked a little, talked about life, the universe, and everything in between. You know how it goes."

"And did you find the meaning of life on your travels?" You tease, knowing how philosophical Argyle can get when he smokes.

"Almost," Eddie says with a laugh. "We got sidetracked with a deep conversation about pizza toppings."

-

The morning goes on and you head to work, unable to avoid it for another day. You arrive early, despite your persistent headache, and for the most part the morning goes as you'd expect. A few familiar faces walk through the door, older couples looking for summer reading, some children picking up the latest installment of their favourite series... everything seems very normal, and for that you're grateful.

It's easy to busy yourself by putting together new displays, your mind drifting as you work. These quiet moments really are a blessing, with that familiar scent of books and the soft rustle of people flicking through pages. It's nice.

Ding.

The bell above the door chimes, and through instinct you turn, with a happy customer service smile on your face, only for it to be wiped clean off when you see Rob walk through your door.

You watch as he scans the shop, looking for you, and don't have enough time to duck behind a shelf before he spots you, calling out your name. His tone is casual, and honestly it winds you up. "Do you have a minute?"

Quickly you take a step back to reach the counter, busying yourself with something (mostly nothing) behind there, mainly to put a physical barrier between the two of you.

"What?" You deadpan, sounding utterly fed up already.

"I didn't know, and I'm sorry." He says, hand on his heart as if that will make the situation any better. "I should have known how he would react," his eyes flick over the fading bruise on your cheek, "and I shouldn't have told him it was okay to go to your home."

Slam. You drop a hard back classic down onto the counter.

"You know what, Rob?" You smile though gritted teeth. "I'm fed up."

"Wha-"

"No," you shake your head, "I'm talking."

You watch as his mouth shuts just as fast as it opened.

"Just over a week ago you stood right there and told me that you'd be there for me. That you understood the kind of man that Jake was and that you could be there if I needed someone to talk to. I called you almost every day for a week, told you how much I was struggling, how much it fucking hurt that someone so close to me could betray my trust the way that Jake did. And what did you do, Rob?"

You wait for him to answer, watching with a hand on hip as he mumbles "I betrayed your trust?"

"You told my abusive ex boyfriend that it would be okay if he came to my fucking house, Rob!" A few customers lift their heads, suddenly intrigued by the conversation.

"I'm so sorr-"

"Oh my god, save it." You wave him away, fed up of hearing his voice, "don't come here again, please." You say as you walk off, heading into the back room ignoring his cries for attention as you close the door. On the grainy computer screen you watch as he shuffles his way out of the building, shoulders slumped with a pitiful look on his face.

It's only after he's gone that you realise what you've done, and as the adrenaline slowly starts to wear off you sit down and just... cry.

What the fuck is happening to your life that this is what you're doing on a Saturday morning?

You pick yourself back up, dust yourself off and head back out into the shop. A few older customers give you apologetic looks and you want to scream at them for it. You don't need the pity of strangers. You don't need to be gawked at like you're about to fall apart.

Fuck this.

There's only one thing for it, really. And with two weeks of self-given holiday left not taken, begging to be used, the answer is simple really, isn't it?

You need a break, desperately. A rest from the headache.

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[eldritch-spouse]

Having Rinx cum all over my belongings and overestimulating him to the point he passes out sounds incredibly hot to me + I'd love to read a scenario of it 👉👈 also RIP Nena when she has to clean all of that 😔🙏

[Fem reader.]

" HHNGH-! "

He climaxes just as hard as the first time, curving forward, abdomen flexing with each throb of his overstimulated cock as ropes of it cover the personal desk you've asked to install in this room. Thick and pretty, dripping off the cases, pens and markers obscenely. You stroke over his length faster, making sure you get the most out of his orgasm, even when Rinx starts to whimper and inflate his chest in a desperate attempt to keep air in his body, when he's got nothing more than pitiful dribbles to offer.

" Fuck yes, good job! " You coo, releasing his flushed girth. " Look at that mess, Rinx. Look at it. "

He may have an orb-like head, but you can tell he's looking. " Now everything here belongs to you too. "

He makes a low, guttural sound, very pleased, if the jolt of his slick cock has anything to say about it. A fluff-tipped tail coils around your leg while large green hands clench and unclench, he's grounding himself. " Mmn, are- Are we doing the entire room? "

" Duh. "

This is proving itself to be much more fun than you anticipated. Although, you had to come to Vesper to make it a reality -Even if he doesn't need to know about every spicy thing you and the King get up to- Because, obviously, at some point Rinx would start to shoot blanks. And that would very quickly put an end to the fun. The offered concoction Rinx ingested not only sped his metabolism but made it so he'd feel pain if he didn't orgasm systematically. So really, it's the perfect brew. You think Vesper might have exaggerated, but your self-proclaimed husband is a demonlord, so you'll assume he can handle it like a big boy.

You look around, thinking, fingers leisurely wrapped around the other's girth. A good chunk of your belongings are already coated in a degenerate shine, the smell of musk and sex is spreading in the air.

Naturally, you're the one doing most of the work here, Rinx's massive hands don't make for very efficient handjobs. In a way, that's to your favor, he masturbates less often and you can exchange something as simple as stroking him off for a reward. It's not as if the Icon of Greed can blame his wife for being greedy, right?

" Hm... Do you want to do the closet or the bed now? "

Rinx sways slightly, he's more busy trying to get you to rub circles over his cockhead than he is making sense of the words. You squeeze to get his attention.

" O- Ahn- The... " A chubby finger points vaguely in the direction of the closet. The grin spreading on your face is almost sick.

Taking the fancy sliding doors from the beast of your new closet, you open it wide, revealing a plethora of clothes, a forest of them really, all neatly organized and ironed. Rinx wastes little time, fumbling until one of the shelves is pulled forward, the panty one.

Ah yes, a man of culture.

" Hahah, of course that's the first one you'd pick. "

Nonetheless, your pumping increases in speed, approving the demonlord's choice. Rinx makes low, satisfied noises, shivering hard, massive paws gripping onto the top of the wardrobe while he tries to piston in tandem with your motions. You have to slap his thigh when he gets too rowdy and nearly slips out your grasp. Senseless animal...

The urge to rile him up is immense. " You know what? If you do a good enough job, I might just pick one of them to wear. "

" Ffuck- Really? Nng... " His grip makes something audibly splinter.

" Yep, but you have to give me what I want first. " Both hands work at him now, merciless and thorough. You pay close attention to his tells, giggling when the greedy one's legs tense and he starts to curve again, twitching.

He comes with an embarrassingly loud cry, hips snapping forward. Every subsequent glob of seed smears grossly on your pretty undergarments, ripping quieter panting moans out of Rinx. Just like before, you make sure he holds nothing back.

The demon sighs, looking at the results, having to brace himself on the wall for a couple of moments. The King looks winded and spent, but the member between those green legs is nowhere near ready to retreat into its slit.

Studying his work with pervy, almost childish glee, you fish a pair of ocean blue panties out, watching it drip his cum to the floor before sliding the fabric on, a disgustingly pleasant shudder racing up your spine as the sensation of his warm tribute spreads on your privates. You can't resist palming yourself a little, and when you look back at Rinx, he's observing intensely, a stream of precum hanging.

The shelf is pushed back in, another one pulled out. Bras. Ooh yes, that's next.

Grabbing your "lord" by the weeping cock, you drag him back into position and lick the seed off your free hand. Rinx tries to formulate a sentence, but you're already jerking him again. He settles for groaning, almost pained.

" Hurry up, Rinx! You still have to come on me before this is over. "

You don't know what language he's swearing in, but the words apparently motivate him to fuck your hand like a madman.

What a fun evening.

" My Queen? " Nena wipes her glasses, maybe in disbelief, maybe because the humidity in the air might be fogging them.

" Yeah? "

" Am I getting a raise for this? "

She has to step around carefully not to step on fluids and smear them. The imp takes in the ruined state of the room and twitches her nostrils at the scent of cum and fresh lust in the air. It's alarming. Her King lies static on the ground, one hand cupping his genitals protectively, the other curled over his chest. For a second, she thinks he might have ejaculated to death in what must be the most bizarre way for a royal of Greed to die- But then she sees his chest rise and fall smoothly, relaxing.

You seem chipper, cheeks heated and a bright smile on your face. Your front is no less decorated than the rest of the room... Nena can only curiously wonder if this is the type of recreational activities royal couples are into these days. Far be it of her to judge.

" Eh, I dunno. " You shrug. " Ask Rinx when he gets back up. I'd help you out, but my arms are sore, you see. "

This must be what it's like for Lacai, Nena thinks to herself.

[nothing0fnothing]

One time my mother, in a rage over open windows, came to my closed bedroom door and hit it so hard the coat hook attached to my side of it came down. The door did not open, as the handle needed to be turned to do that. When she engaged the handle the wooden coat hook, with my coats on top of it, caught under the door and jammed it in place.

I had been sitting happily on my bed, quietly playing Nintendogs on my DS when this happened, with no idea I'd done something wrong. When I head the door bang and watched the coat hanger clatter to the ground I lept up in fright and, on instinct, drew away from the door I anticipated would fly open at any second.

The door had no lock installed on it, and never had. We were not a locks on doors household, the only one being the tiny silver slide lock on the downstairs half bath. Nevertheless, she accused me of locking the door, and demanded I unlock it immediately.

I approached the shaking door gingerly, very afraid to be near it when the coat became dislodged. She was screaming and banging so hard and with such tenacity that I'd barely managed to jump out of its path just in time as it swung open fast and hard, missing my face by a hair and slamming hard against the wall.

Now inside my room, she approached, looming over me, screaming barely coherent words, scaring the absolute soul out of me. She had me backed into the corner on the other side of the room, drawn into myself completely, as if I could shrink into my own shadow and disappear.

Suddenly she stopped, turned around and went out the way she'd came.

"Clean up this shit." She snapped, gesturing the the mess of broken wood and coats that was now crumpled in a heap at the wall.

Then she was gone, slamming my door behind her, leaving me scared and shaking, my arms still reflexively up in a defense position my eyes still streaming. I stood there a moment composing myself, eyes glued on the door processing what had just happened.

Luckily I'd stood there in shock before jumping to her command to clean up the broken coat hooks, because if I hadn't the door would have hit me hard as she slammed it against the wall a second time.

I turned white as a sheet as I realised I was stood exactly as I was when she told me to clean the coats up less than twenty second prior.

"What are you doing in here?"

"Nothing" I answered honestly, my first word since this entire interaction began.

She screamed a long screech and stormed away. She left the door open with the coat mess behind it, and cowering like a frightened cat as she went to find something or someone else to inflict her mood onto.

I waited a beat to see if she was coming back, but once I'd tracked her footsteps to the back door, the complete other side to the house that I was on, I breathed for what felt like the first time in a whole minute. The room felt cold and the quiet, the repetitive music drifting out of my DS felt out of place. I carefully moved the door so I could get to what was behind it, ensuring I'd left it ajar so I could easily hear what was going on downstairs and have some warning if she came back.

Crouched uncomfortably, I began collecting and sorting the mess. Broken wood in one pile, coats in another, while I considered what to do with them now I had no hooks to hang them from. Mum might fly off again if I let them take up a lot of space if hung inside my wardrobe, but she also might if I let them take up 4 whole hooks supposed to be shared by the family on the coat hooks in the foyer. I could stack them in twos, only taking up two hooks, but I didn't want to face the wrath if one slipped or fell either. I was considering the possibility of hanging them on coat hangers on the outside of my wardrobe, draping them over the doors until I heard movement again.

I froze completely still while I tracked the movement from the back garden door, through the kitchen and into the dining room, going cold when I realised it was coming in my direction. It stopped at the stairs and my mums voice, shrill and too loud came from up them.

"Why is your door closed?"

I grabbed and pulled it open fast, praying she wouldn't come up and see how I'd let it scatter the wood pieces.

"Did I tell you to open it or did I ask you why it was closed?"

"I'm cleaning the wood up" I squeaked, scrambling to collect them all into the bin.

"Wood? What wood?" She asked. I trembled in horror hearing her begin up the stairs again. "What wood?" She repeated, angrier, I couldn't even string an explanation together, frightened that a retelling of the truth might come across too critical and earn me a beating.

It didn't matter anyway, because she was now in my bedroom doorway for the third time since this began, staring down at me as I got the last of the broken bits into the bin. My heart was thumping so painfully hard in my chest a panicked thought loudly told me that I'd surely have a heart attack and die at any moment.

"You've been up here for half an hour doing that?" She asked. I wasn't sure I was, but I nodded anyway.

She sighed angrily and took the coats from my lap. "Just play your game." She said, leaving the door ajar as she left.

Once my heart went back to normal and my cold skin warmed up, I allowed myself to sit gingerly on my bed again. I continued tracking her movements with my ears the rest of the day. They were less stompy and I even heard her laughing and joking on the phone.

I picked up a book and read for a while, then I let myself get back to my game, playing on mute, but still I let my ears follow her around the house, my stomach turning every time she approached the stairs. She left me alone till bed time, when she came to check I'd brushed my teeth and popped a hot chocolate on my night stand. I hugged her and let her kiss me and had nightmares all night.

[megamanrecut]

Since it's been a while since the last fic update (again), here's another short installment of Become the Night 2, which I'm now titling Return to the Night so I can have a separate tag and at least until I think of a better name lol

Return to the Night, Part 3 (Part 1, Part 2, or Ao3)

Elec Man and Turner's apartment was not located in a nice neighborhood. The streetlights outside were dim, and the surrounding streets were empty and dangerous feeling, as though eyes were spying out from the dark, broken windows above.

Turner led Proto up a set of dirty, creaking stairs to a plain door, which he opened with an old key. The lock unlatched with a rusty rasp, revealing a small, dark room.

Proto poked his head inside as Turner clicked on the light, taking in the entire contents with one glance. The apartment itself was very clean, like a secret room within the shabby building, but small—barely more than a studio.

"Two beds?" Proto asked Turner. "Does Elec Man sleep now?"

Shrugging, Turner closed the door behind Proto. "We both do—why? Didn't he always?"

"Not when I knew him."

"Well, he is my prototype—perhaps he was upgraded to be equally as advanced."

Proto took a second glance around. So, Elec Man and Turner were sharing this small space? He briefly imagined sharing a room with Rock, then stifled a rueful smile. Rock and Proto would have killed each other by now. Proto could tell instantly which side of the room belonged to which brother. Turner had the nicer side of the apartment, with a massive wardrobe, standing mirror, rug, and a large bed filled with pillows and a thick duvet. Meanwhile, Elec Man's side was plainly furnished, more like an office than a living space. Elec Man clearly hated acting more human than he had to.

Smiling to himself a little, Proto sat on the edge of Elec Man's twin-sized bed. It had looked like the type of bed that squeaked, but did not, yet that was the most one could say for it, the bed was definitely not more comfortable than it looked. He glanced back at the door. From the way it opened, Turner's side of the room would be obscured, yet Elec Man's bed had a good vantage to shock any would-be intruder.

Turner glared down at Proto. He had re-affixed his superior mobster facade that he had learned from Elec Man. "Well?" he asked Proto in a drawling voice.

"Nice digs," Proto quipped back, standing up and turning around on the spot.

"You're supposed to be looking for clues to find Elec Man," Turner reminded him coldly.

"I am, junior, don't blow a fuse," Proto reassured him airily. His eyes fell upon a small vanity. A large crystal vase packed with fresh white roses sat on top.

Turner noticed Proto's gaze. "From my fans," he explained, his drawl becoming even more superior as he crossed over to the vanity. He pulled one of the roses from the vase and lifted it up to his nose. "You know, because I'm a famous ballet star. Of course, Elec Man says I always keep them too long. He says I get enough roses every night that I don't need to keep the old ones."

"Kiddo, no offense, I'm with Elec Man on this one—those are starting to smell like death."

Turner cast Proto a withering look over his shoulder as he replaced the rose back into the vase. "They do not—not yet, at least."

Just then, something small and silvery flew off the vanity toward them. It gave Proto a small, tut-like beep, then hovered protectively over Turner's shoulder.

Proto blinked, his aviators sliding slightly down his nose. "I don't believe it—is that my valet drone?"

"Your valet drone?" Turner scoffed. "It's my valet drone. You can't have it back, I need it to get ready before my performances. Its name is Winston and it's mine."

"Kid, you can have it, words alone could never convey how much I hated that thing. Besides, my natural style works best for me."

Turner gave Proto a quick once over. "…Perhaps."

'Winston' gave another tut-like beep at Proto, apparently disapproving of his old t-shirt and baggy jeans then hovered off to settle back on the vanity, looking just as haughty as its Syndicate masters.

"Alright, you've had the tour," said Turner, glaring reproachfully at Proto. "You're hardly living up to your reputation as 'Cypher' or the 'Devil of the Underground' or even this 'Break Man' person—whoever that's supposed to be—are you going to help me find Elec Man or not?"

"I am, I am," Proto reassured him as he looked back at Elec Man's space. "Ah, Bingo." Proto settled down at Elec Man's desk chair and booted up a sleek desktop computer.

"What are you doing?" asked Turner with folded arms.

"Looking for clues, remember? Maybe your big bro left something on here that will give us a lead."

"Looking for clues on Elec Man's computer?" Turner scoffed again and rolled his eyes. "I've only tried that like a million times. There's no way to get into Elec Man's computer! He's the best hacker in the Syndicate—maybe the world. He has everything super-encrypted. You can't break in, don't be ridiculous."

"True, I'm not as good at computers as Elec Man, but he taught me some things, like how to get into his files in case of emergency—" replied Proto, as he typed in a few commands, "—And I'm already in."

Turner's brows rose incredulously. "You have his login information?"

"No, but looks like my backend credentials still work."

"Your what?" Annoyed, Turner attempted to shoulder Proto out of the chair. "Let me see—"

Proto pushed him away. "Ah ah ah—if Elec Man didn't give you his login information, he probably doesn't want you snooping around on his desktop."

With flashing eyes, Turner asked frigidly, "Oh, and I suppose it's okay if you snoop through his files?"

Proto shrugged. "Like I said, I have backend credentials, and if they still work—"

"Oh do shut up," Turner replied crossly, pointing his nose toward the ceiling as he spun so his back was turned to Proto, though after a moment, he glanced back, his pale eyes daring to look hopeful as the snideness dropped from his voice. "…Do—do you think we'll find something?"

"Of course we will, junior, and then we'll go find Elec Man," Proto replied cheerfully, though internally he felt tense. And when we do, I'm going to kill that jerk for going missing in the first place.

A few moments of silence passed as Proto scanned the file directory, then Proto frowned as he opened a file with a recent timestamp. He scanned a few lines of text, glanced surreptitiously over the monitor at Turner then away again.

Unfortunately, Turner had been watching Proto like an anxious hawk. "What is it? You've found something, haven't you?"

"Maybe." Proto quickly closed out of the file, then logged out of Elec Man's account. "I have an idea, at least. Elec Man was messing in some pretty serious stuff…" Proto trailed off. He didn't mention that Turner had been part of the plot, that the file had contained key information about their mission orders for the ballet. It appeared Elec had shielded Turner from details.

"Well what are we waiting for?" demanded Turner, his voice rising in panic. "He could be in trouble, or hurt, or—or—"

"Calm down, Elec Man's too stuck up and spiteful to die," said Proto, standing up and striding toward the door. "…All the same, we better hurry."

Continued in Part 4

[slightly-more-valid-prongs]

“i’m home!”

regulus walks through the front door, kicking his slightly worn boots off into the porch before closing the door behind him as he steps into the corridor connecting the house together. he jogs upstairs, landing on the tips of his toes as he bounces from step to step. he glances both ways at the top, a habit he picked up in childhood to avoid stepping into his mother’s warpath, before turning right and making his way to the bedroom.

he carefully places his tailcoat onto a hanger, taking care to ensure the hanger will be facing the right way, and places it inside the wardrobe. he then begins to haphazardly get changed, unbuttoning his shirt and throwing it into a heap in the corner of the room. he scans the floor before yanking james’ fluffy burgundy hoodie from under a pile of his own skinny jeans. he pulls it over his head, taking in the scent of his husband as he does so. it hangs half-way down his thighs, lying loosely over the black joggers that he had pulled on moments before. he turns around, glancing at himself in the mirror. he watches himself for a moment, before pulling out the hair tie tangled within his hair. he shakes his head for a moment, sending the ebony curls cascading from the top of his head and stopping just above his shoulders.

he begins to make his way back downstairs to the kitchen, sliding down the banister of the staircase and hopping off it at the bottom. “james?” regulus calls across the house as he begins to check each room, unable to find him. “are you here?” he continues to call for him, opening the fridge door as though james would be tucked away in the bottom drawer with the cucumber. he runs back upstairs, checking under the covers of the bed when he begins to hear a soft creaking noise from outside. he slowly and quietly walks back down to the back door, producing his wand from his back pocket as he turns the door handle as subtly as possible. he braces himself before quickly shoving the door open.

regulus stands frozen still in the doorway. it’s james. it’s james on a trampoline. it’s james, not only on a trampoline, but on a trampoline with rollerskates. he’s spinning and flipping backwards and forwards, laughing to himself and coughing gently when the cold hits his lungs. suddenly, his head turns to regulus.

“oh, reggie! you’re home!” he grins. suddenly, his feet go flying from under him as he attempts to stop and look at regulus. he tries to catch his balance but ends up falling flat on his back, kicking himself in the face as his feet continue to move backwards. “…ouch.”

regulus jogs over to the trampoline, unzipping the net that he’d installed for this very reason, and climbs through to lie on his back with james. he laughs, a sound of pure happiness rising up from the bottom of his stomach as he stares up at the sky.

“you’re such an idiot.”

[nonobadcat]

A real world AU Gothic Romance - part 2/3

Artwork by the amazing @obsidianne-art

Pairing: Ghost Shigaraki X Fem!Reader

Rating: Readers 18+ only

Content Warnings: Dead dog mention, PnO, V/oy with stalker vibes, self-care of an adult nature, mentions of a rich family being jerks to working class Reader

Chapter Two Word Count: 3.9k, Ao3 Mirror

Part I ---❤--- Part 3

Saturday, October 22nd, 2022

Slamming the door of your ten year old car, you ducked your head under one arm and raced through the cold, October rain. By the time the front door banged shut, wet tendrils of wild hair were plastered to your skin. Wiping your forehead, you kicked off your muddy shoes and threw your patched, Carhartt coat over the grand newel at the front of the stairs.

Making a fake mouth with your hand, you mimicked a nasally whine. “Do you really need to go in and out so many times? You’re letting the cold in! Jayden-Breydon-Ashton-Trenton will get pneumonia and his lungs will be damaged. If my perfect child can’t win at every sport known to man because of you, I'll sue! My husband’s a lawyer! Our congressman will hear about this!” Your tool bag thumped to the floor as you trudged up the stairs grumbling to yourself. “Yeah, and your Karen nonsense is gonna pay quadruple time before I go out at seven on a Saturday cause your dumb brat flushed his plastic army men down the toilet. Again!”

As you turned the final step, your dominant hand’s pointer finger caught on the rail, forcing the already injured digit back a painful 190 degrees. A stream of violent curses poured from your mouth, dripping onto the antique banister with enough acidic bite to melt the finish. Peeling off the plastic Pokémon bandaid, you glared at the inch long slice down the inside of your knuckle. 

“Friggen yuppie bedroom communities and their cookie cutter, spliced together McMansions!” you grumbled, slamming a flat palm into the bedroom door. It banged open, bouncing off the newly installed spring stopper before sliding to a halt. Ripping off your coveralls, you tossed the filthy, muck soaked mess into the plastic basket marked “Work Clothes” in half erased black sharpie. “Small wonder the plumbing is always clogged. The builder did such a junk job that crap rolls up the pipes! Another Bryane Homes special!”

Flinging your undergarments to the creamy, hex tile floor, you flipped on the shower, listening to the old pipes thump twice before water finally emerged. Air in the lines again, huh? Looks like this weekend you'd be leak checking everything that "master plumber" did, again. The previous homeowner sure didn't know how to find a handyman.

Stepping past the glass door into the recently remodeled shower of beige stone, you snagged your favorite body wash and mopped the stink of the day off your skin. The splash of water on the stainless drain grate mingled with deep sighs, ventilation fans, and the clunk of your skull on smooth tile. 

"I hate humanity!" you groaned, burying your head in your hands.

After completing your nightly routine, you opened the bedroom door, letting the warm, humid air fill the cold, dry room. Hard rain pelted the windows, rolling in thick droplets down the dark glass. Thunder rumbled in the distance as you padded naked and barefoot across the oak floor. You snapped on the small table lamp near your bed and headed for the wardrobe.

The royal purple, babydoll chemise slipped onto your body like a glove. Lacy, princess seams and triangular cups were lined with smooth raylon for discreet, but suggestive coverage. Trimmed with tiny satin bows, the mesh back hugged your curves before dipping into a graceful, flowing skirt. A ruffled hem hung two inches below your crotch line, showing off soft thighs and tiger-striped stretch marks. Tugging on cute panties, you climbed into smooth, cool sheets and pulled the flimsy microfiber comforter over your shoulders. The bedside light snapped off. Heavy lids drifted shut.

The tritone blast of a train whistle rattled through the windows. With a groan, you pulled your flat pillow over your head and buried your face in the mattress. Steady click-clacks accompanied the dull roar that poured in on the blustering winds. Eye twitching, you looked up just as lightning flashed across the room. Caught in the bright glare, red eyes glowed in the mirror.

Hold up, what?!

You sat bolt upright, clutching the cheap blanket to your chest. The pounding of your heart drowned out the next thunder clap. You squinted at the looking glass, but there was no sign of anything but the bathroom light.

Aw crap. Duh. The bathroom!

The bedside lamp clicked back on. With a frustrated snarl, you trapsed across the room and flipped the wall switch, snuffling out the CFL above the toilet. Tugging the door shut, you cast a wary glance at the old mirror. Still nothing there. Shaking your head, you crawled back into bed and flicked the table light off again.

Fifteen minutes after the train blew past, you lay in bed, staring at the cracked plaster ceiling. Though softening droplets made for relaxing background noise, itchy eyes and a wild imagination refused to let you rest. Counting down from one hundred proved useless.You’d tensed and released your entire body muscle by muscle, twice. Four-Seven-Eight breathing did little to ease your racing mind. You swallowed, realizing the one thing you hadn’t tried yet.

Oh yeah right! Like you could get off when those burning eyes were seared into your brain!

Rolling over for the fiftieth time, you spotted the murky outline of the mahogany secretary through the shadows. Huh… Well, if sexy thoughts were too awkward, maybe picturing something cute and heartwarming would do?

You groaned, pressing your palms to your dry eyes. Throwing off the covers, you walked to the old writing desk and flopped down the front panel. The key clicked in the latch. You extracted the picture of the Shimura children and their dog before heading back to bed. The bedside lamp flipped on. Your hand traced the edge of the old photograph.

“Geeze, you both were really cute kids.” You pursed your lips, checking the date. Tidy, pencil lead scrawl read: 1884.  “Ugh… The poor dog only made it a year?! Screw that puppy puncher!” 

You laid the photo on the nightstand, before flopping back onto your bed. As you curled onto your side, half-stuffed blankets cupped your cheek. You yawned, picturing the sweet smile on the little boy's face. Warm, dark eyes beamed with joy as he clutched his new friend like a treasure. You hummed, grabbing a roll of the comforter and dragging it to your chest. If you closed your eyes, you could almost feel soft fur and excited panting, as if you were the one with a puppy in your arms. The steady thump of rain on glass reminded you of a fast paced doggie heartbeat. Buried face first in your fantasy, your breathing slowed. Tired limbs grew heavy as your brain floated away.

“I hope you did okay after everything, Tenko,” you murmured into the blankets. “I wish I could have met you.”

Racing through the pounding rain, you braced a hand over your eyes. The light of the grand house ahead pierced the blurry haze, guiding you up the gravel drive. Slick kidskin boots took the stairs two at a time. Wet hands shoved slimy strands of ruined hair behind your ears. Cold precipitation soaked through your waist-hugging wool coat. The fashionable bell sleeves of the short, double breasted jacket did little to protect your blouse from the elements. Water dripped from the poofy edge of cream silk bishop sleeves. You tugged out the long pins that clamped your toque hat to your head. Rain had flooded the dark beaver felt. The tiny brim sagged low like your mood. With as much dignity as you could muster, you straightened the deep purple kick pleats of your wool skirt before rapping on the door. 

Kerosene lamplight spilled out onto the porch as a tall, imposing butler in a double breasted suit stared down at you. “May I help you?” he asked. 

You squinted to make out his features, but even holding a lantern, his face was obscured by shadow. Swallowing your nerves, you rolled your shoulders back. The wet plip-plop from saturated silk ruined the image. Still, you raised your chin. “I am terribly sorry to bother you, but my bicycle tire went flat just before sunset. I must have gotten turned around in the lane during the storm and now I’m hopelessly lost. May I stay here until morning?”

“Kurogiri,” a gravelly voice growled from the front parlor. “Show her in.”

“Of course,” the butler replied, bowing at the waist. He held one arm out, gesturing to the open door. “Please, come this way.”

Leaving puddles with each step of your button-up ankle boots, you trod soddenly into the next room. Sumptuous scarlet wallpaper patterned with geometric golden rings glowed in the dim yellow light of the brass and glass wall sconce. A high backed, Rococo revival sofa set sat atop a plush, hand knotted wool rug. Across a throne of golden floral brocades, the evening paper lay tossed aside. You followed long, slender ankles up black merino trousers to a smoking jacket the color of pinot noir. Single breasted and well fit, its shawl collar was trimmed in deep ebony velvet. Instead of buttons, two ornate frog closures nipped in at the waist. White collar unbuttoned to his throat latch and leaning against the window, the master of the house peered at you with burning red eyes. Flowing waves of silver-white hair cascaded around his heart shaped face. When you froze, he scratched the side of his dry, peeling neck and grinned at you.

“Retro suits you,” he teased. 

Dumbfounded, you stared at the handsome twenty something.

With a hum, he rose to his feet and moved a plush, small stool nearer to the fireplace. “Kurogiri, prepare a hot bath.”

The butler snapped his heels and headed up the stairs, leaving you dripping on the not-so-old wood floor.

Your host patted the rich, tufted upholstery. “Take off your coat and get warm before you catch the flu.”

Horrified, you waved your hands. “I’m soaked! I’ll ruin your furniture!”

Rolling his eyes, he stalked across the room and snatched up your wrist. “You made it this far barging into my life, why worry about it now?”

As howling wind rattled the bay windows, you shivered.

The slender man pushed you down onto the plush seat, plucking the buttons of your tightly fitted coat before you could protest. He shook it out, spattering water across the ivory carpet before hanging it over the back of a chair. “See?” he demanded, pointing to the pristine rug. “It doesn’t matter here.”

“Here?” You wrapped your arms around yourself. “What do you mean?”

He snorted, flopping down on the sofa. Resting his pointy elbows on his knees, he smirked at your over folded hands. “It’s just a dream. You can’t ruin anything.”

"A dream?" You peeked around him at the elegant impressionist paintings on the walls. Through the open door, you spotted a square based, bone china vase on a familiar mahogany table. Startled eyes flicked back to the man before you. "Hey wait a second, this is—"

"My home," he finished with a taunting sneer. "I lived here long before you did."

You narrowed your eyes, scanning up and down his features. "Who are you?"

With a scowl, he pointed to his nose. "Seriously? You're the one who asked to meet me, idiot."

As he threw himself back in the chair, the kerosene lamplight faded from his face. Dark waves and almond eyes dragged the picture of the little boy to the front of your mind. You lept to your feet in excitement.

"Tenko?! Tenko Shimura?!"

The man before you cringed like he'd been smacked with a brick. Grabbing your arm, he dragged you down to his level. "Don't call me that! That's not my name!"

Wobbly, worn out legs threatened to pitch you forward into his lap. When your knees buckled, panicked hands caught the wooden frame of the sofa. With his face only an inch away, brilliant red irises reminded you of living rubies. Though his brow hair had been burned away and the skin under his eyes looked painfully dry, the adorable mole on his right chin made your heart skip. Your breath caught in your throat. The tiny scar on his left lip curled with his sneer. Blazing heat splashed over your skin, surging up into your head like three glasses of sherry. 

Oh crap… he was stupid hot!

"O-oh!" you stammered, forcing a pinched laugh. "I'm… er… um…" Your eyes rolled away from his pointed stare. "Sorry." 

With an irritated sigh, he loosed your arm and scratched his neck. "Just don't call me Shimura again, got it?"

"Of course! I'm really sorry!" Swallowing down the stone in your throat, you fiddled with your fingers. "I would have changed my name too, given the circumstances."

He tossed you a proud smirk. "I knew you would understand."

A pointed cough echoed from the door. "Master Shigaraki," the butler called. "The bath is ready, as you requested."

Freshly aware of exactly how close your face was to your host, you jolted backwards. The heel of your boots caught on the plush carpet. Just as you started to slip, Shigaraki wrapped one arm around your corseted waist and pulled you into his chest.

"Shall we go upstairs?" he purred in your ear.

Okay… now you were wet for an entirely different reason.

Step by step, the master of the house led you up the walnut treads towards the far bedroom. He smelled like feral cumin-musk and spicy cloves. As you passed the master suite, you raised a curious brow.

"That was my parents’," he explained, pulling you along. "I never wanted to sleep in the same place as that man."

"Oh…" you murmured, following him into the northern bedroom. "That makes a lot of sense.”

In your-er… his sleeping quarters, the gothic revival bed set and elegant writing desk sat in the same spots as their present-day counterparts. However, the warm amber stain looked much less yellow than in your time. Beyond the pocket bathroom door, polished marble tiles led to a gilded porcelain soaking tub. Steam poofed into the cold air, curling up past cream silk papered walls delicately trimmed with gold leaf. Dried lavender potpourri scented the room. A fluffy towel lay neatly folded on the mother-of-pearl pedestal sink.

The fingers on your corset dipped down to your hips as he loomed over your shoulder. Warm breath tickled your ear.  "After your bath, you can apologize properly for your mistake.”

A coy smile curled onto your lips. “Define properly?”

Two fingers gripped your chin and turned your face to his. Red eyes drifted shut. “Take a guess.”

Shigaraki's lips tasted of wine and copper. With a moan, you leaned into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck. His hands drifted to the buttons on the back of your wool skirt. It slumped to the floor, pooling around your ankles. A soft tongue stroked yours. You met his motions with heated enthusiasm. Deft fingers plucked the fasteners of your wet, ruffled blouse until it slipped from your shoulders. Tangling his hand in your stays, he tugged your s-curve corset and its cover free. Your thumbs hooked under your drawers and petticoat, throwing them to the ground. Kicking them away, all that remained between you and him was a thin, silk chemise and one pair of stubborn, button-up boots.

“How on earth do you people even get to the good part?!” you demanded, squatting to fight with the brass closures.

He cackled. “A little excited are we?”

You reached up and cupped the bulge in his trousers. “You’re one to talk," you fired back with a naughty wink.

The pale man groaned, snatching your wrist into his strong grip. His cheeks flushed pink. “If you want to make it to that bath, stop now," he rasped.

Raising an eyebrow at him, you flashed him a saucy smirk. “Bold of you to assume I give a rat’s about the bath.” 

All at once, Shigaraki dragged you to your feet, smashing his lips against yours like he intended to eat you alive. As you giggled, he broke the kiss and marched you back into the bedroom. “Wagtail,” he growled, tossing a pillow on the floor.

Settling yourself on your knees, you pawed at the front of his pants. “I don't know what that means, but I like dogs.”

Fortunately for everyone involved, his pants had far fewer buttons than your stupid shoes. You fumbled with the frog closures for only a moment before shoving the velvet smoking jacket out of the way. Untucking his long shirtwaist, your fun screeched to a halt when you encountered long underwear.

“What the actual—” You pinched the bridge of your nose. “So much for a strip tease!” Faking a pout, you tugged on his shirt. “Help a horny girl out?”

With a snort of laughter, Shigaraki quickly shuffled out of his complex layers. By the time you got your damp chemise and stupid boots off, his stiff cock finally escaped its elborate prison. Thumb and forefinger forming a ring grip, you gave him a few experimental strokes. When he tossed his head back, white waves haloed his face. You bit your lip, savoring the ethereal beauty of his fair complexion against those haunting crimson irises. 

A firm hand cupped the back of your head. “Now you slow down?” he demanded between pants.

Tucking stray strands of hair behind your ear, you lowered your lips to his weeping, flushed tip. “Calm down. I'm just savoring the moment.”

When your hot mouth slipped over his salty head, the man above you gasped. Hollowing your cheeks, you bobbed your way down, inch by inch. Your tongue stroked the thick vein on his underside, trailing up to the small piece of tissue just below the spongy crown. Flicking the sensitive skin elicited a throaty whimper.

Shigaraki’s strong fingers curled tighter into your scalp as he loosed a garbled curse. “More,” he demanded.

You smirked at the expletive before diving back down. 

Taking his generous girth deep into your mouth, your tongue lolled around the edge of his shaft. Your free hand slid up his soft inner thighs. Rolling his balls between your fingers, you shivered when musky precum coated your tastebuds. Harsh pants from above urged you on.

As you worked him further into ecstasy, each stuttered thrust crept closer and closer to the soft roof of your mouth. You angled him away from your gag, swallowing down thick saliva. It didn’t help. Drool pooled at the corners of your mouth, leaving him coated in slick. Wet clicks accompanied choked whines as you worked him to the back of your throat.

Shigaraki squirmed in your hold, guiding you into a relentless pace. Your jaw ached as his swollen cock forced you to spread your teeth wider. Tears welled at your lash line. His filthy moans stoked the heat between your legs. All at once, he stiffed, his hard grip clamping down on your skull.

With a hoarse gasp, he spilled himself down your throat.

Flying up in your bed, you banged your chest as violent coughs wracked your body. By the time you cleared your sore throat, all you could smell was stale, salty breath. You groped for the clock on your night stand. Red LEDs read 3:39am. Your thighs shifted against each other. Wet need stained your panties.

“Not fair!” you whined, slamming your fist into your limp pillow. “Of course I wake up before the good part!”

Flopping back onto the mattress, you rolled onto your side and squeezed your eyes shut. How long you laid there, staring at the back of your eyelids was impossible to say. However, while the digital numbers rolled upwards, sleep danced further and further away. The cravings from your wet dream still burning in your skin, you whimpered and slipped your hand between your legs.

That was when a rip of pain reminded you of that nasty slice on your finger.

Cussing violently, you flipped on the table light. Sure enough, fresh crimson seeped across the previously clotted wound. Throwing off the covers, you gripped your bleeding finger and shuffled off to the cold bathroom. Thrusting your hand under the tap, you gingerly cleaned and dried the injury. The mirrored medicine cabinet rattled open. You peeled a brand new Pikachu Band-aid from its packaging and slapped it over the damaged digit. Closing your eyes, you leaned on the ceramic sink. It was no good. Sharp stabs from your hand couldn’t compete with the hypersensitive need crawling up your core.

As your fingers curled into the thin, cheap towel, you knew what you had to do to fall asleep.

From his glassy vantage point, Tomura watched your pursed lips and frustrated stomping with a pleased sneer. Dragging the flimsy Walmart towel from its mount, you trudged back into your bedroom and threw it on the sheets. Though the light snapped off, he could still see as clear as day. With a raised brow, he watched you ball the fabric under your hips and flop over onto your stomach. 

As you began to grind yourself on the towel, a long deceased cock sprung back to life.

One palm flat against the cool bedding, your free hand tugged the stretch lace cup of your slinky nightgown aside. Soft fingers tickled your bare breast before tweaking the pert nipple. You shuddered, loosing a slutty moan. 

Leaning against the surface of his mirror, Tomura shuffled himself out of his clothes and gripped his shaft. Watching you roll your body against the rough cloth sent a spike of pleasure through his belly. Erotic creaks from his old bed left his mouth bone dry. Your blood plumped lips and half lidded eyes made for fertile fantasies. Swiping some of the pre-cum from his slit, he began to match your pace.

As you worked yourself further and further into depravity, the show before him left Tomura feverish and panting. He watched your legs curl and slacken as you tried to find the right pressure. A few irritated grumbles accompanied rustling bed sheets. When you finally hit upon a position that made your body clench, he heard filthy pleas spilling for your lips.

“Please,” you begged, your hips vibrating against the rough fabric. “W-want your cock so bad!”

Liquid heat blazed through his veins as he fisted his swollen length. Stoking the fire with each pump, he chased the feverish sensation with single-minded desire. The sound of your eager cries and sight of your fingers teasing the pert nub propelled him forward. Hazy eyes watched your body tremble as he pictured himself balls-deep in your velvety cunt. It should be his hand teasing your tit. It should be his fingers making those slutty noises spill from your puffy lips. He clenched his teeth, losing himself in thoughts of your soft body clamped around his swollen cock.

It was then that a raspy inhale accompanied the sweetest sound he’d ever heard. 

“Shi-Shigaraki…” You whimpered his name, burying your face in the mattress. “Mmmm gonna… gonna—”

All at once, he exploded over the glass. Limp body leaning on the frame, he drank in the sight of your heaving chest and dazed smile. He watched you shove the towel to the floor and snuggle into the pillow. As your breathing slowed, one overpowering, addictive thought filled his brain with intoxicating lust.

He had to hear you call his real name over and over in that same, needy voice.

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This revolving platform allows a full 360 degree turn in a solid and stable manner. Its rotation is done manually, with a soft and quiet slide, due to its rolling with metal balls. It can support a load of up to 100 kg. Its installation in furniture is easy and simple, as it is screwed to the board to fix it. Moreover, it is made of steel with a discreet black finish.

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Still Making a Home

We’ve been in this house for eight months now and still have a long list of changes that we’d like to make. The kitchen is my number one priority (cabinets and granite), but I’d love to update the bathrooms and rip up the awful carpet on the stairs as well. All in good time, I suppose.  It’s been tough to find qualified people with time on their schedules.  We were thrilled that we only had to wait three weeks for the new front door.  I still get a twitchy eye when I think about the painters and carpet installers from last summer.  But waiting for those changes hasn’t kept me from nesting and trying to make our home comfy and pretty.  It’s been fun to seek out special pieces or little bits of decor that finish a room, I’m doubly thrilled if it’s old, chippy, and possibly has a story.  Last month Mickey surprised me with something that ticked those boxes.  Behold...

an old card catalog!   Look at that dovetail work. Looks like it was done by hand, not machine.

I’m going to slide some stiff cardstock into these drawers and fill them with everything from paint brushes and ribbon to clay. 

I don’t know when the wheels were added, but I love them. I’m guessing someone got their hands on old library stuff and broke it down into pieces like this.  It’s a perfectly beautiful little side table for the chair in my art room. Beauty that’s functional!  It’s also cat approved. I snapped this last week while I was finishing up our Christmas cards.  Molly was snoozing while Phoebe kept watch on the neighborhood.

Isn’t that a nice spot for it? It probably needs a doily on top so I can get comfy in that chair with a good book and a warm beverage.  Perfect for a snowy day.  I’m crossing my fingers for a lot of those.

Phoebe was probably bird watching in that photo.  I have a rocker on the porch and for some reason the little house wrens love to sit on the back of it and sing.  I appreciate the concerts, I need more bird song in my life.

That rocker was the first thing I dressed for the season. The day after Thanksgiving I swapped out the pillows.

But this post is about the inside of the house.  I’m spending loads of time dithering over the kitchen.  My first instinct was to do the cabinets in a creamy color.  Not a bright white because this house is “open concept” (I hate that term) and it wouldn’t flow with the rest of the living area if they were a stark, pure white.  Creamy colors can tend to pull yellow in the wrong light and I don’t want that either.  So I’ve been daydreaming of going crazy with a thyme green or a deep blue-green-gray.  I think I’d love it, but I’d have to love it for a long, long time.  The color that I can’t get out of my head is Knoxville Gray.

Isn’t it gorgeous??  It’s that blue-green-gray that I love. With our dark floors and a white granite or quartz I think I could love it for a few decades.  It’s a lot of color, but I think this rich tone is deep enough that it’s not overpowering.  I can see it with pink floral accents and tea towels for the spring and summer months, it’s a perfect backdrop for pumpkins and autumn colors, and in the winter it would look marvelous dressed up with red and icy white.  Does it sound like I’m talking myself into it?  I think I am.  We’re supposed to get serious about the kitchen after the holidays, so I’ll let you know what happens.  I’ll bet I have to wait until spring on the cabinets because no one will want to paint them if it’s cold, right? Ugh. Alright, we’ve gone from the adorable card catalog to bird watching to picking paint colors.  I obviously had no plan when I started typing.  Mickey is upstairs in a photography club Zoom meeting and I’ve already seen the Dateline that’s on, so I thought if I started a blog post something would flow out of my brain and onto this page.  Nope, sorry. Time to flip to a Hallmark channel and lose myself in a sweet romance in Christmasvillefieldgroveton. I’m sure the local single mom trying to keep her bakery/inn/farm afloat (who lives in a million dollar home and has a wardrobe to die for) will find love with the city slicker who needs to be reminded of what really matters (hint: it’s Christmas and love).  No one gets visited by three ghosts anymore. Hope your evening is cozy and that you’re content. If the joy of the season hasn’t washed over you yet, make your own joy - giving it away is usually the quickest way to find it.  Stay safe, stay well.

Nancy

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Sliding Door Wardrobe Solutions in Mumbai

Sliding door wardrobes have become a popular choice for modern interiors in Mumbai. These stylish and functional storage solutions offer a blend of convenience, aesthetic appeal, and space-saving features, making them ideal for both compact and spacious rooms. In this article, we will explore why Sliding Door Wardrobe Mumbai are a top choice for Mumbai homes and how to select the perfect one for your space.

The Appeal of Sliding Door Wardrobes

One of the primary reasons sliding door wardrobes are favored in Mumbai is their ability to save space. Unlike traditional hinged doors that require extra room to swing open, sliding doors operate on a track system, allowing them to glide open effortlessly without encroaching on the floor area. This is especially beneficial in Mumbai’s apartments and homes where space can be limited.

Space Optimization and Functionality

Sliding door wardrobes are designed to maximize storage efficiency. The absence of door swings means you can place furniture or other items right up against the wardrobe. Inside, these wardrobes often feature customizable shelving, hanging rods, and drawers, which can be tailored to suit your specific storage needs. Whether you need space for clothes, shoes, or accessories, a sliding door wardrobe can be adapted to keep everything organized and within reach.

Aesthetic Versatility

Sliding door wardrobes offer a wide range of design options, making them suitable for various interior styles. From sleek, minimalist designs with mirrored panels that can make a room appear larger, to rich wood finishes that add warmth and elegance, there is a sliding door wardrobe to complement every decor. Additionally, some wardrobes feature glass or frosted panels that provide a contemporary look while maintaining privacy.

Customization and Design Considerations

When choosing a sliding door wardrobe in Mumbai, consider the overall design and functionality that best fits your space. Measure the available area carefully to ensure the wardrobe will fit comfortably. Think about the material and finish that will harmonize with your room’s decor. Many companies offer customization options, allowing you to select from various materials, colors, and layouts to match your preferences and needs.

Quality and Durability

The quality of materials used in sliding door wardrobes plays a crucial role in their longevity and performance. Opt for wardrobes made from high-grade materials such as solid wood, MDF with high-pressure laminates, or metal tracks for durability and smooth operation. Checking the warranty and after-sales service provided by the manufacturer can also ensure that you make a wise investment.

Installation and Maintenance

Professional installation is recommended for Sliding Wardrobe Designs Mumbai to ensure they are set up correctly and function smoothly. Experienced installers will handle the track system, ensure proper alignment, and make necessary adjustments for optimal performance. Regular maintenance involves cleaning the tracks and doors to prevent dust buildup and ensure smooth sliding action.

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Is your bedroom crying out for a storage makeover? Are you looking to inject a dose of style while maximizing the use of space? Could sliding wardrobe doors be the solution you’ve been looking for? If so, you’ve landed on the right page. Welcome! In this blog, we delve into various innovative designs for installing sliding wardrobe doors.

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How to Choose the Right Sliding Wardrobe Doors for Your Space

Are you in search of some stylish installations to enhance the aesthetics and meet storage needs in your home space? Look no further; we have what you need! Our sliding door wardrobeoptions offer stylish solutions.

Sliding door wardrobes have long been considered an elegant solution to our storage needs in terms of interior design and home remodeling projects. Not only are they compact but their elegant profiles also help maximize space use in our homes. In this blog post we'll go over some benefits of sliding door wardrobes as well as tips for choosing one suitable for our living spaces - let's start exploring!

Benefits of Sliding Door Wardrobe

Space Saving

Sliding door wardrobes offer customers an outstanding space-saving feature. Their Wardrobe Sliding Door Designoperates on a glide track which allows them to float open smoothly, unlike hinged door wardrobes which take up considerable room when opening them. This feature works especially well in smaller rooms and apartments where it helps create an uncluttered atmosphere.

Style

Sliding-door wardrobes offer unparalleled style. Their sleek, contemporary design matches any interior design pattern from minimalistic to modern or commercial interior design styles seamlessly - including minimalistic to modern or simple and commercial interior designs. Plus, with various materials and veneer options to choose from - from mirror doors for an opulent touch or wooden doors with their conventional feel - sliding-door wardrobes offer something special when it comes to home storage!

Versatility

Think a sliding door wardrobe only exists to store clothing items? Wrong. They serve multiple other functions too. Fix slabs, drawers and additional sections into your sliding door wardrobe so it can store additional belongings such as add-ons and shoes; place other useful storage sections such as additional sections on them in order to organize various residential items - making the wardrobes multi-functional! When designed properly with features and functional Kitchen Shutter Design ideas they can even transform living rooms into walk-in closets and home offices!

Durability

Sliding door wardrobes are built with longevity in mind. Employing materials like premium quality glass or wood, sliding door wardrobes are sure to withstand time's test for years to come - unlike regular hinged doors which eventually wear away due to continuous opening/closing patterns and wear and tear, sliding door wardrobes have earned themselves a solid reputation of durability over the years.

Easy to Use and Maintain

Sliding-door wardrobes make using your stuff effortless. Their smooth gliding mechanism enables convenient access, and those who prefer restricted motion without additional physical efforts to put forth may benefit greatly from its use. Furthermore, maintenance of these units is easier than with their hinged counterparts: just wipe down with damp cloth or traditional polish as necessary to maintain its beauty and brightness.

Affordable 

It is often assumed that sliding door wardrobes are costlier given their initial functional features, however this is untrue and these profiles are quite affordable with plenty of choices on the market meeting any budget needs. Prices depend on various factors like materials used in construction, size requirements and layout preferences - be assured they offer reasonable pricing to match your specific requirements.

Tips for Selecting a Wardrobe Sliding Door Design

Accurately Evaluate Your Space

Before beginning your search for a sliding wardrobe, take precise measurements of the space available in your room. Consider depth, width and height in order to ensure that it will fit without issue into the available space.

Create A Budget

Establishing your budget before shopping for a sliding wardrobe will help narrow down your choices and avoid overspending. Since costs vary based on material, size and features offered, having an established plan with your spending is vitally important.

Select an Appropriate Style and Finish

Consider which style and finish will best complement the interior design of your home. Sliding door wardrobes come in various styles ranging from sleek modern designs to more classic and traditional aesthetics; materials like wood, glass, or mirror can add further depth. Choose a wardrobe style and finish that best match both your personal preferences as well as existing decor in your home.

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How to Choose the Perfect Sliding Door Wardrobe for Your Style and Needs

Understanding Sliding Door Wardrobes

Sliding door wardrobes are a stylish and space-saving solution for organizing your clothing and accessories. Unlike traditional hinged wardrobes, sliding door wardrobes feature doors that glide open horizontally. This design not only maximizes floor space but also adds a sleek, modern look to any room. When choosing a sliding door wardrobe, it's essential to consider your specific needs and the overall aesthetic of your space.

Assessing Your Space Requirements

Before selecting a sliding door wardrobe, assess the available space in your room. Measure the width, height, and depth of the area where you plan to install the wardrobe. Sliding door wardrobes require a clear path for the doors to slide smoothly, so ensure that there’s ample room on either side. Also, consider the room's layout and how the wardrobe will fit with other furniture.

Choosing the Right Material and Finish

Best Price Wardrobes Sliding door wardrobes come in various materials and finishes, each offering different benefits. Common materials include wood, glass, and mirrored panels. Wooden wardrobes provide a classic, warm look and are durable, while glass and mirrored options can make a room feel larger and brighter. For a modern touch, consider high-gloss finishes or frosted glass panels. Match the material and finish to your existing décor for a cohesive look.

Determining Storage Needs

Think about your storage requirements when choosing a sliding door wardrobe. Do you need more hanging space, shelves, or drawers? Many sliding door wardrobes come with customizable interiors, allowing you to adjust the configuration to fit your needs. Consider adding built-in accessories like shoe racks, pull-out trays, or additional shelving to enhance functionality.

Selecting the Right Style

The style of your sliding door wardrobe should complement the overall design of your room. Sliding door wardrobes come in various styles, including minimalist, contemporary, and traditional. If you have a modern home, you might opt for sleek, frameless glass doors. For a more traditional look, wooden doors with detailed finishes can add a touch of elegance. Choose a style that reflects your taste and harmonizes with your room’s décor.

Considering Maintenance and Durability

When investing in a sliding door wardrobe, consider the maintenance and durability of the materials. Glass and mirrored doors are easy to clean but may require regular upkeep to avoid smudges and fingerprints. Wooden doors, on the other hand, may need periodic polishing and care to maintain their appearance. Choose materials that fit your lifestyle and maintenance preferences.

Evaluating Cost and Budget

Sliding door wardrobes come in a wide range of prices, depending on the materials, size, and custom features. Set a budget before shopping and stick to it. Remember that a higher price doesn’t always guarantee better quality. Look for reputable brands and read reviews to ensure you’re getting value for your money. Sometimes, spending a bit more on a well-made wardrobe can be worth it in the long run.

Professional Installation vs. DIY

Decide whether you want to install the sliding door wardrobe yourself or hire a professional. While DIY installation can save money, it requires a certain level of skill and precision. If you’re unsure about handling the installation, hiring a professional ensures that the wardrobe is fitted correctly and functions smoothly. Professional installation can also provide peace of mind and prevent potential issues.

Conclusion

Choosing the perfect sliding door wardrobe involves considering your space, style preferences, and storage needs. By assessing these factors and selecting the right materials and features, you can find a wardrobe that not only enhances your room’s aesthetics but also meets your practical requirements. Take your time to explore your options and make an informed decision to achieve a wardrobe that complements your home and lifestyle.

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Gurgaon Wardrobe Designer near me

Discover the Best Modular Wardrobe Stores in Gurgaon

Gurgaon, a bustling city with a modern lifestyle, demands nothing but the best when it comes to home interiors. Among the key elements that contribute to a stylish and functional living space are wardrobes. A well-designed wardrobe is more than just storage; it's a blend of style, utility, and innovation. If you're looking for the perfect wardrobe solution, here’s your guide to finding the best modular wardrobe stores, luxury wardrobe designers, and cupboard dealers near you in Gurgaon.

Closet Dealers near Me in Gurgaon

When searching for "closet dealers near me" in Gurgaon, you'll find numerous options that cater to different tastes and preferences. These dealers specialize in offering a variety of closet solutions, from walk-in closets to sliding door wardrobes. With customized solutions, you can choose from a wide range of materials, finishes, and layouts to suit your specific needs. Whether you need a compact wardrobe for a small apartment or a spacious one for a villa, Gurgaon’s closet dealers have it all. They focus on maximizing space while ensuring that the wardrobe complements your room’s aesthetics.

Modular Wardrobe Stores near Me in Gurgaon

Modular wardrobes have gained immense popularity due to their flexibility, ease of installation, and stylish designs. Gurgaon boasts several modular wardrobe stores that offer cutting-edge designs tailored to your lifestyle. These stores provide wardrobes that can be customized in terms of size, color, and functionality. Whether you need additional shelves, hanging spaces, or drawers, modular wardrobes can be configured to meet your needs. With their sleek designs and smart storage solutions, modular wardrobes are perfect for modern homes in Gurgaon.

Gurgaon Modular Kitchen Wardrobes Dealer

In addition to bedroom wardrobes, modular kitchen wardrobes are also essential for a well-organized home. Gurgaon is home to many dealers who specialize in modular kitchen wardrobes that enhance the functionality and appeal of your kitchen. These wardrobes are designed to maximize space, making it easier to store kitchen essentials and keep your cooking area clutter-free. With a variety of designs, materials, and finishes to choose from, you can create a kitchen that reflects your personal style while being highly functional.

Cupboard Designers near Me in Gurgaon

If you're looking for something truly unique, consider working with a cupboard designer near you in Gurgaon. These professionals are experts in creating bespoke wardrobe solutions that are tailored to your exact specifications. From the initial consultation to the final installation, a cupboard designer will work closely with you to understand your needs and preferences. They can design wardrobes that perfectly fit your space, whether it’s a compact closet or a luxurious walk-in wardrobe. With their expertise, you can achieve a wardrobe that is both functional and stylish, adding value to your home.

Luxury Wardrobes in Gurgaon

For those who want nothing but the best, luxury wardrobes in Gurgaon offer unparalleled elegance and sophistication. These wardrobes are crafted using premium materials and feature high-end finishes, such as leather, glass, and wood veneers. With luxury wardrobes, you can expect exquisite craftsmanship, innovative designs, and a focus on every detail. Whether you prefer a classic design or a contemporary look, luxury wardrobes in Gurgaon are designed to make a statement. They are not just storage solutions but also a reflection of your personal style and taste.

Latest Trendy Wardrobes in Gurgaon

Staying updated with the latest trends is important for anyone looking to enhance their home interiors. In Gurgaon, the latest trendy wardrobes feature minimalist designs, sleek lines, and a focus on functionality. Sliding door wardrobes, mirrored finishes, and modular designs are currently in vogue. These trendy wardrobes are designed to save space while offering ample storage, making them ideal for modern homes in Gurgaon. With a focus on clean lines and modern materials, the latest trendy wardrobes are perfect for those who want a stylish and contemporary look.

In conclusion, Gurgaon offers a wide range of options for those looking to enhance their home with stylish and functional wardrobes. Whether you’re looking for a modular wardrobe, a luxury design, or the latest trends, you’ll find plenty of choices that cater to your unique needs. Visit the top modular wardrobe stores, consult with cupboard designers, and explore the latest trends to find the perfect wardrobe solution for your home in Gurgaon.

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Maximizing Small Spaces: Innovative Interior Design Tips for Compact Homes

Living in a compact space doesn't mean you have to compromise on style or functionality. In Dubai, where modern apartments and small homes are increasingly common, smart interior design becomes essential. The key to transforming small spaces lies in creativity and the right craftsmanship. This is where carpentry shops near me come into play, offering personalized solutions to maximize every square foot of your home. Here’s how to make the most of your space with innovative design ideas tailored to compact living.

1. Opt for Multifunctional Furniture

In small spaces, every piece of furniture should serve multiple purposes. A sofa bed is a classic example, but there are many other ways to get creative. Consider a custom-built dining table that can fold into the wall or a bed with storage underneath, crafted by a skilled local carpenter in Dubai. These solutions save space without sacrificing comfort or style. Using carpentry shops near me ensures you get furniture made to your specific dimensions and needs.

2. Use Vertical Space Wisely

When floor space is limited, think vertically. Wall-mounted shelves, hanging cabinets, and tall bookshelves help to declutter your living areas while offering ample storage. Custom-built vertical storage options are perfect for maximizing space in small homes. Carpentry shops in Dubai can design and install shelving that blends seamlessly with your interior, utilizing those overlooked spaces above doors or along corridors.

3. Incorporate Built-In Furniture

Built-in furniture, such as fitted wardrobes, built-in desks, or bespoke kitchen cabinets, can be a game-changer in compact homes. These pieces are designed to fit perfectly into available spaces, eliminating gaps that can otherwise go unused. For high-quality, bespoke built-ins, seek out carpentry shops near me in Dubai that specialize in custom joinery. These experts can create pieces that not only fit your space but enhance the overall aesthetic of your home.

4. Maximize Natural Light and Mirrors

Small spaces can feel cramped, but increasing natural light can change that. Use light, airy curtains and strategically place mirrors to reflect light around the room, making the space feel larger and more open. Carpentry shops in Dubai can craft elegant mirror frames and window treatments that enhance the look of your home while serving practical purposes.

5. Choose Smart Storage Solutions

Clutter is the enemy of small spaces. Smart storage solutions are essential for maintaining a tidy, organized home. Consider custom-made storage benches, hidden cabinets, or even bespoke shelving units tailored to your storage needs. Dubai-based carpentry shops offer personalized storage solutions that integrate seamlessly with your home's interior design.

6. Sliding Doors for Space Efficiency

Traditional hinged doors take up precious room when opened. Sliding doors, crafted by a local carpenter, are a fantastic alternative. They save space and offer a modern, minimalist aesthetic. Whether for closets, bedrooms, or even bathrooms, sliding doors can be custom-made by Dubai carpentry shops to fit perfectly in your small space.

7. Create Zones in Open-Plan Areas

Open-plan designs can feel overwhelming in compact homes, but clever zoning can help. Using different colors, furniture arrangements, or custom-made partitions crafted by a Dubai carpenter can visually divide the space without making it feel smaller. This approach allows for better organization and adds functionality to your home.

8. Custom-Made Furniture for Awkward Spaces

One of the biggest challenges of small living spaces is awkward corners or alcoves that can’t accommodate standard furniture. Carpentry shops near you in Dubai can create custom-made pieces designed to fit these tricky areas, turning them into functional parts of your home. From fitted corner desks to uniquely shaped shelving, the possibilities are endless with bespoke carpentry.

Why Choose Local Carpentry Shops in Dubai?

Working with carpentry shops near me in Dubai gives you access to local expertise and craftsmanship. These professionals understand the unique architectural styles and space challenges common in Dubai homes. They can offer personalized solutions that not only maximize your space but also align with your design preferences. Plus, by choosing local carpentry shops, you can ensure high-quality, custom-made furniture that lasts for years to come.

Conclusion

Maximizing small spaces requires a thoughtful combination of smart design, multifunctional furniture, and custom solutions. By collaborating with carpentry shops in Dubai, you can create a home that feels spacious, organized, and stylish—even in the most compact of spaces. So, whether you're looking to install built-in furniture, create smart storage solutions, or craft bespoke pieces, local carpenters can help bring your vision to life, making the most of every square inch.

With these innovative interior design tips, your small space can feel as spacious and stylish as a larger home. And with the help of carpentry shops near me in Dubai, your dream home can become a reality, no matter the size.