#beige painted kitchen cabinets

[junsnow]

Pantry Kitchen Kitchen pantry - large transitional u-shaped medium tone wood floor and brown floor kitchen pantry idea with a farmhouse sink, raised-panel cabinets, quartz countertops, stainless steel appliances, an island, beige cabinets, multicolored backsplash, mosaic tile backsplash and beige countertops

[svarte-troner]

Dining - Kitchen

Inspiration for a sizable transitional u-shaped eat-in kitchen remodel with a travertine floor and beige floor, an undermount sink, beige cabinets, granite countertops, beige backsplash, and beige mosaic tile backsplash.

[the-beautiful-sky]

Kitchen Enclosed in Miami Inspiration for a sizable, traditional, enclosed, raised-panel, beige kitchen remodel with two islands, stainless steel appliances, granite countertops, beige cabinets, and beige backsplash and ceramic backsplash.

[passafrisk]

Traditional Kitchen - Pantry

With a double-bowl sink, raised-panel cabinets, stainless steel appliances, no island, black countertops, white cabinets, and granite countertops, this mid-sized, elegant, u-shaped kitchen has a medium tone wood floor and brown floor.

[finnyprotectionsquad]

Philadelphia Great Room Kitchen

A mid-sized transitional kitchen design example with a farmhouse sink, beaded inset cabinets, beige cabinets, marble countertops, white backsplash, subway tile backsplash, paneled appliances, a peninsula, and white countertops is shown.

[manover40inlove]

Single Wall Atlanta Mid-sized timeless single-wall wet bar remodel ideas with an undermount sink, beaded inset cabinets, black cabinets, granite countertops, beige backsplash, ceramic backsplash, and multicolored countertops.

[rogersx]

New York Kitchen Dining

Mid-sized transitional l-shaped painted wood floor in the eat-in kitchen. Idea for an eat-in kitchen with stainless steel appliances, a peninsula, raised-panel cabinets, beige cabinets, wood countertops, and a beige backsplash.

[heckyeahdeathnote]

Enclosed - Traditional Kitchen Inspiration for a sizable, traditional, enclosed, raised-panel, beige kitchen remodel with two islands, stainless steel appliances, granite countertops, beige cabinets, and beige backsplash and ceramic backsplash.

[damedonger]

Kitchen Great Room Inspiration for a sizable open-concept kitchen remodel featuring a farmhouse sink, recessed-panel cabinets, marble countertops, a blue backsplash, a ceramic backsplash, colored appliances, an island, beige countertops, and white cabinets in a Mediterranean l-shaped design.

[hometoursandotherstuff]

This 1928 house is known as the Doll's House. The Swiss Chalet style home was designed by William Van Egmond as a wedding present for his daughter, and became a designated heritage property in 1983. Located in Regina, Saskatchewan, Canada, it has 2bds, 1ba, $299,900.

It is soooo cute! You enter and there is a large closet to the right.

The owners have painted it pure white, which masks the architectural features, but you can paint them contrasting colors to match your decor. Look at how interesting the fireplace is- I don't know if it was ever real- there's a wire in the wall, probably for electric logs.

The wood around the interesting triangular window is obliterated by the white paint.

Details of the fireplace.

I wonder what the original color of the wood was. Forget about staining it, now that the paint is on.

Look at that- a little built-in bench. Do you think that the details would look better in pastel or a dark brown or black? There's an old phone on the wall, so the bench was for sitting and talking on the phone.

Isn't the little dining area cute? Two built-in cabinets.

The kitchen is directly off the dining room, and look at the vintage door chimes.

In the vintage kitchen they painted the frame around the fridge black. I don't think I like black. Notice the small triangular window.

There's a little cupboard in the corner and maybe even a place for a small bistro table or island on wheels.

Oh, look at that, I didn't realize that the closet door is glass.

What a large primary bedroom. Very nice. More beautiful features.

Cute vintage bath. The tub looks original. Why do they like that weird beige-y color?

Little pedestal sink with an original medicine cabinet over it.

The 2nd bedroom has a surprisingly big closet.

Look at the skinny window on the stairs.

There's a closet and some shelving down in the basement.

Wow, look at the antique washing machine. It has a wringer. There's a nice workbench along the wall, too.

Outside, there's a cute fence and gate, plus a side door and the garage.

Nice evergreen tree in the yard.

Cute yard with another nice tree. 3,876 sq ft lot.

Gate for the 2 car garage. What happened to the road? Are they paving it, b/c they took away the driveway apron.

So adorable.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/2812-McCallum-Ave-Regina-SK-S4S-0P9/352227873_zpid/

[nerdraging4point0]

E*Motionless (Chris Motionlessxreader fic)

Fanclub: @synthetic-wasp-570 @yournecessaryevil @tearfallpixie @ladyveronikawrites @beaker1636 @alwaysfightforwhoyouare @rumoured-whispers @dominuslunae

Tropes and Tags: ememies to lovers, friends with benefits, rough sex, public adjacent sex, PinV, angst, third person female reader POV.

Touring was exhausting.

Even on a bus the size of this one it was hard to get comfortable. Band and crew shoved into the tight space, there was hardly any elbow room left. Curled up in the fetal position tightly coiled under her blanket on the beige leather couch, Natalie stirred awake, stretching her legs out her feet hits Rick’s guitar tech. He didn’t stir at all as her feet recoiled back to her body. Her muscles felt tight all over she’d been curled up like this for weeks anytime she slept, sometimes she’d be able to catch a nap in the afternoon- sprawled out on the couch or floor, any place that would allow her leg room-but it was rare anymore. She could hear the soft breathing and snores of all the crew around her, multiple bodies piled onto the twin couches and floor in between. The smell of coffee from the Keurig was absent, meaning it was still too early for even Rick to be up. Rick was one of the early risers if what you call waking up at 9 a.m early. With their life it was the earliest anyone would be up at home Nat would be up by 7 ready to start her day. She tossed off her blanket stretching again with the limited room she had before stepping through the landmine of bodies over to her phone sitting on the kitchen counter.

It wasn’t really a kitchen, just a single section of the wall that had a sink, fridge, and cabinets to store their snacks and necessities. Just like the chaotic sleeping bodies cords and phones littered the countertop making her amazed the bus didn’t short circuit. It was probably impossible for that to happen, but she was no mechanic, so the thought still crossed her mind. Finding her phone among the pile she opened it up to the check the time it was just before nine. The bus was still moving but the soft way it would stop and start up again meant they were close to their next venue. Correction. Their last venue.

She couldn’t be happier to be off the road she was homesick for her one-bedroom apartment, its’ old floor and cracked paint would be a sight for sore eyes at this moment. Scrolling through her phone the bus lurched to a stop causing the crew to wake and start moving around to find their clothes and get dressed. She found her back grabbing her clothes as fast as she could, but she wasn’t fast enough, Zach pushed past her and took his spot in the bathroom. Not wanting to wait she moved through the tight hallway to the back of the bus, sliding the door open to the bunks Rick was leaning over the side of his bunk hair a mess as he tried to bring himself to wake up.

Passed the bunks was a small room that could be used as a lounge, but usually it was used as storage and a spare changing place. With the band still sleeping it was never used this early in the morning, she patted Ricks knee as she passed, he responded with a grumbly good morning. It wasn’t really him she was worried about. Chris always slept in the bunk behind Rick, it was tradition since they first started touring together.  She was only a tech, often helping anywhere she was needed, primarily working at the merch stand. Despite her low profile throughout the tour, she and Chris had been at odds with each other during their tour, his sometimes-inconsiderate sarcasm and brooding stares made her blood pressure rise. While she never responded with disrespect to the singer, her silence and lack of enthusiasm working with him was response enough.

She tried to be as quiet as possible walking past his open bunk, his body turned so his back faced the alleyway, she thought it would have been easy to sneak by him. She had been wrong. “And where are you going?” his groggy morning voice asked, the sound had a little more bass in it than she was used to. Her body reacted by jumping back hugging her clothes to her chest.

“To get dressed.” She responded when she’d finally caught herself enough to speak.

“Couldn’t do that somewhere else?” his voice still growling.

“Give me five minutes. It won’t be an issue. It’s the night before the last show, cut me some slack.” She barked, opening the door to the back lounge before sliding it shut to change.

She continued to argue with herself about the lack of communication between the two of them. She’d been warned that although he was a nice person at heart and really enjoyed everyone he worked with and loved what he did for a living his perfectionist and workaholic tendencies would cause him to lash out at anyone within reach. She figured it would be the occasional freak out and he’d be back to normal. Nope. The man would sulk around about it keeping it buried in his chest until it all was just too much to handle.

The days off on tour helped, he’d hide away from the group or go on his own adventures, giving him time to decompress. She could never remember if there was something she’d done wrong on tour with anything specific, but nothing was coming to mind.

After dressing and pushing past the band in their bunks, afraid to interact with the demon anymore, she headed back to the front of the bus to help anyone who needed it. Back home it was easy for them to prepare for the last show, they had parked at the warehouse and started to unload the pieces that needed repair were trash or not necessary for the last show of the tour. Zach worked through Vinny’s drum set removing the broken pedals and counting new ones to make sure he had extra. Nat took inventory of the merchandise remaining, some T shirts and hoodies were low in stock-but not like she would have the time to get more-they had ordered over 2000 hoodies for the tour, one of the things that had set Chris off to begin with.

Weeks after starting the tour fans had complained that the craftsmanship of the merch was weak at best, the material falling apart in their washing machines, designs cracking, it had been a mess. Chris beat himself up for weeks saying he should have reviewed the merchandise twice before agreeing to the pieces. But not before snapping at the techs about it, he never blamed her or them, just got snappy and short tempered. Rick suggested they make up for it in other ways and whatever plan the two had come up with seemed to work for them, the singer had calmed down and the tour went on.

Unloading, cleaning, organizing, and loading some more resulted in a very tired and hungry crew. Vin piped up to the group and offered a Pizza Party at his home, Nat almost wanted to refuse, her body crying out for her own apartment and bed for just a few hours before she’d be summoned to the bus again. But one by one, as everyone agreed, she felt pressured to say yes.

Vin’s place was what she expected and not all at the same time, there was furniture, but it didn’t look like anything other than the living room couch being used. Floors were clean but not a lot hanging on the mustard-colored walls, there was food packed in the kitchen but mismatched plates and cups. The dining room table was full of pizza boxes and bottles of wine, while some of the crew popped open the bottles of wine and someone offered the weed they’d brought in, the party started to liven up. Through the loud noise and laughter, she pushed around people to find Vin.

“Where’s the bathroom?” she asked, leaning into his ear so he could hear her.

“Upstairs. First door on the left.”

“You couldn’t spring for one downstairs?” she giggled.

“It’s being renovated. Take it or leave it.” Returning the smile and chuckling. He’d been such a gracious and excited host despite how drained he looked. She leaned over giving him a chaste kiss on his cheek before heading upstairs. Upstairs the party was muted, it was nice, she spent a little extra time sitting up there to regroup, Chris had walked in about thirty minutes ago and she was already looking for excuses to leave. Not that he’d done anything to bother her for the night, he’d been bubbly since he walked in. It was the choice of outfit that had her mouth running dry and watering all at the same time-leather jacket over a swoop neck tank top, black jeans and converse, black shades over his eyes-she needed to leave before she did something she knew she’d regret.

When she was ready to join the living she washed her hands, drying them on the black and red hand towel Vin had hanging by the sink. She’d barely gotten the bathroom door open when Chris’s six-foot tall frame was pushing past the dark wood, his hand resting on her abdomen pushing her back into the bathroom. He turned, making them face one another, her back to the sink and his to the wall. Looking up at him his face showed the heavy weeks of exhaustion-bags under both eyes, his cheeks sinking in, shadows of stubble at his jaw line and above his lip-if it hadn’t been for the sparkle in his eyes, she would have thought he was dead on his feet. His big hand pressed into the door made it impossible for her to open it, she’d turn the knob and pull only for Chris’s body weight to slam it shut again.

“Stop doing that.” He teased.

“Then let me out.”

“Fine. You want out?” He took one stride and closed the distance, his body practically pressed against hers. Turning the knob, he pulled the door open enough for her to slide by if she wanted. The heat from his body and the smell of his cologne, the way his fingers curled around the doorknob-chipped black nail polish and tattooed skin-grip relaxed, barely hanging onto the metal.

“Go then.” His voice was barely above a whisper, but the way the words made her skin vibrate put her feet in park. While she had found him annoying and inconsiderate sometimes his humor and good nature made her think he wasn’t so bad. The way he performed on stage, the way he looked in his make-up, the charm-all things that made him extremely attractive and often irresistible. She couldn’t look at him just at the half open door watching it slowly shut and his fingers turning the lock slowly. Her breathing quickened as her heart started to pound in her ears. It wasn’t professional to have relationships with the band or crew, it made for awkward times on the road and even more awkward interactions later. Did that stop her from having crushes on any of them? No.

Every so often the sexual frustration would rear its ugly head and the shameless flirting with either the sweet drummer, intelligent guitarist, two of the techs, and even Chris himself made that rule a little difficult. Of course, she’d never done anything about it, another downfall of sharing such a confined space with the rest of the group-no place to take care of your own personal needs. The only times would be in the shower or if you could catch a free minute on the bus between all the work that needed to be done.

She knew what Vin was doing at 1 am when the rest of the team was starting to crash for the night, the extra time he’d spend in the bus bathroom a relieved look on his face as he made his way back to bed. It was another reason why Rick was such an early riser-wake up, Keurig, stroke his dick, drink coffee, get on with the day. She never bothered to pay attention to Chris, but he would usually be better after his days off, and the only thing she could think of was that he paid for it-or found some groupie on the streets.

Here in Vin’s bathroom with Chris towering over her practically pinning her to the bathroom sink, she couldn’t deny how turned on it made her.

When his fingers rubbed over her cheek then down her neck to push the hair out of the way she made a mental promise she’d only make out with him. That’s all. She straightened herself up the shift in bodies bringing her face closer to Chris their noses brushing against one another. Not sure who moves first or how it all happened suddenly their lips are entwined, tongues sliding over one another tasting each other hands exploring as much of their bodies as they can through their clothes. She doesn’t stop him when he slides his hands down to the elastic of her pants, hooking his fingers through them and her panties pulling the fabric down her legs with harsh forceful tugs. She shimmies her hips until her clothes are at her ankles, kicking off her shoes and stepping out of them all without breaking the kiss.

Chris breaks them apart, lips swollen and panting as he slides down to his knees, hooking her leg over his shoulder, the instant his tongue slides inside her she feels all thoughts of how bad this could be and the consequences of their actions drowning and dying with the obscene sounds she begins making. One of his arms is hooked around the leg currently draped over his shoulder holding tight to her thigh, his free hand pushing her other out of the way opening herself to him as his face buries itself deeper. Her hand finds its way into his dark orchid hair tightening around the strands encouraging him to continue what he’s doing.

She’s whimpering, biting her lip raw as she tries to keep the noises to a minimum. Her back is curving and arching her body in a way that humans should not be capable of. Feeling the orgasm building up in her she fights, wanting to push him away, not wanting to give in to whatever they were doing. Chris growls taking her thighs in his grip so hard the soft flesh is being pushed between his fingers she’ll have bruises by morning. Her thighs tighten squeezing as she clenches around his tongue a guttural noise bleeding from her throat as she comes for him.

“Fuck,” he rasped coming up to his full height “you should see your face.”

His hands took her shoulders in a firm grip spinning her around to face the round mirror on the wall. Her copper hair hanging in front of her face strands moving with her breath as she tried desperately to catch it. Chris’s grip loosened from her shoulders to run down her arms with a feathery touch, he stopped at her wrist pulling the elastic band gathering her hair to tie it back into a messy ponytail.

“There,” he purred “Now you can see.”

She looked at her own reflection, the face looking back at her unrecognizable. Her cheeks were flushed, jaw laxed as she tried desperately to normalize her breathing, eyes heavy and unfocused.  

“I’m not done with you, pumpkin.” His sneakers kicked her feet open spreading her legs again for him, the force of his push so much that she braced herself with both hands on the sink. His hand slid up the inside of her thigh feeling the muscles quiver under his fingers, she was about to protest, suggest that get back downstairs to the party but two fingers sliding inside her silenced that protest. Her head dropped down fingers curling on the countertop. A sudden jerk of her ponytail made her eyes snap open and refocus on the mirror in front of her, Chris stood behind her, his dark eyes the only thing peering over the top of her head. Already a beautiful dark brown they looked obsidian with the lust he’d become consumed with.

“I want you to see your face when you come.”

His fingers scissored open and closed swirling around before opening and closing again, stretching her walls with expert skills. She couldn’t watch her own face, it was too awkward, but her eyes remained focused on the mirror watching his instead. With each movement of his fingers, she could see his eyes widen, eyebrows twitch, mouth fall open, tongue darting out to lick his lips before pulling them between his teeth.

“So tight. Fuck baby.” He continued to whisper dark and dirty words as his fingers buried into her to the knuckle. She starts to grind down on his fingers whimpering as she wants more, his hand has a grip on her ponytail and her mind silently asks him to pull on it again. He wraps her hair around his hand tugging her back so his chest is pressed tight to her back, fingers still buried deep inside her.

“Say the word and I’ll stop.” He’s giving her the out. He’s giving her the opportunity to say no, this is her only chance to take it. She doesn’t, she feels that she’s passed the point of no return and now she’d rather burn the bridge than cross it back to the other side. He presses his face into her cheek, nose running through her hair as he inhales her scent, it’s feral, it’s animalistic, it’s so fucking hot. His lips press into her ear, and she can feel his hot breath against her skin. “You gonna come for me my sweet?”

The harsh thrust of his digits makes her rock onto her toes, but his body holds her firmly in place hand tightening on her ponytail to keep her face on the mirror in front of her. Her pupils are blown wide, her mouth hanging open uncontrollably, cheeks are darkening as the blood rushes to her face, she can see her shoulders shaking from her hands supporting most of her weight, her legs nearly incapable of doing their job.

“I need you to come, baby. I want to fuck you.” His teeth take her ear lobe nipping at the soft skin. He starts to grind into her hip, and she can feel how hard he is beneath his jeans. She grinds down hard on his fingers, feeling the coil tighten trying to please him to the best of her ability.

 “You want my dick don’t you, pumpkin?” she whined in response. Grinding back into him hoping he got the message. The loss of his fingers as he pulled them out made her cry, she felt empty body short circuiting. When the pressure of his body weight releases from her back she spins around, he is shocked, probably thinking she’s going to grab her clothes and take off. Instead, she reaches for his jeans undoing the button and sliding down the zipper pushing his clothes down only far enough to set his cock free.

She gasps finally seeing it for herself, she’d thought about it more than once and to see it with her own eyes her mouth starts to water. He lifts her up onto the counter helping her balance as he lines up pushing slowly into her. She hisses as he stretches her, all that work with his fingers and it still didn’t open her up enough for him. A harsh snap of his hips buries himself deeper into her and she cries out, the sounds echoing off the walls. ‘

Chris grabbed the hand towel she’d dried her hands on earlier, pulling it from the ring practically yanking it off the wall. He covered her face with it, the fibers between her teeth and on her tongue. “Can’t have you doing that. As much as I like it, I don’t need to be interrupted.”

Chris moves in a methodic rhythm; one she has seen him do with his mic stand countless times on stage. When he is satisfied with his movements and the pain in her has turned to a beautiful pleasure he rips the hand down from her face, licking into her mouth in a filthy kiss as he continues to roll in and out of her. The drag of his cock on her walls has her gripping at his shirt pulling him closer. She could see now why the late-night hook ups found it so hard to leave the bus in the morning, the way he had her melting was intoxicating.

Breaking away from him she’s breathless, forehead pressed against his hand braced on the edge of the sink her knuckles turning white, her other hand cupping the back of his neck as she lifted herself up meeting his thrusts. His hot breath was panting in her face, tongue sliding out to find her mouth before he’d bring it back in again, she’d never see that tongue the same way again. Her legs wrap around his waist bringing him into her as his hips roll and she’s coming with raspy breathes, his name the only thing she can say. Two more sharp thrusts and he is right behind her, still joined and panting pleasure rides itself out and the guilt and shame settles into her bones. She holds herself steady as he places her on the ground reaching to grab her clothes and put them out with a blank expression on her face.

She remains stone cold as she leaves the bathroom without a word to the singer. Heading downstairs where Vin and Logan have gotten themselves into a makeshift sword fight, Rick is leaning against the hallframe watching the exchange with a grin on his face. Ryan puffing on his vape his girl tucked under his arm while the remaining guests are sitting in the living and dining room finishing off the food.

“You look tired.” Rick comments when he sees her face.

“I feel it.” She agrees “I need a good solid sleep before tomorrow.” She turns to see Vin push Logan over, the tech falling to the ground like he’d been savagely murdered.

“Vin, you mind if I dip out. It’s been a great party.”

“Nah,” the drummer muses not even looking at her “I’ll see you later anyway. G’night.”

She pushes past the crowd and out into the chilly night air. She jumps in her car pulling out of his crowded driveway and street heading to the warehouse where the bus lays waiting for them. Maybe in the silence, she’ll get some much-deserved sleep.

[knightedmoon]

As someone that was on tumblr from 2013 to 2018 that exodus'd after the Great Purge, tumblr is a place I no longer recognize after attempting to come back several times in the last 2 1/2 years.

It's like you come back to your childhood home. It used to have original wood finish, stained-glass windows, oak cabinets, and crown molding, only for the house to now look like a gutted white/beige minimalist wasteland. Everything is too bright and shiny, the layout is completely different, the furniture is firm and probably not made to sit in.

You go back to your old room only to find someone living there. It's a completely different room with completely new items, and all of your old things were stuffed into a closet. You used to be able to open your bedroom window and talk to your next-door-neighbor and chat about shared interests and personal accomplishments. Now when you open it, an entire Rube Goldberg machine activates to shoot flames into your face via flamethrower.

The doorbell rings and you are met with a Jehovah's Witness there to greet you, and you think, "How did you people find this place? This used to be a closed community." Their 'good book' reads "bakudeku dni". There used to be a welcome mat that was fashioned in the stile of satanism and witchcraft. Matter of fact, this used to be a walkable community, now it's gated with an HOA.

You go into the kitchen for a simple glass of water, but nothing is placed where it used to be. Once you finally find a decent cup, you arrive at the refrigerator for ice. Before, the refrigerator was a standard two (2)-door white fridge/freezer. Now it's a silver, stainless steel behemoth with a smart-screen and strange symbols in the water/ice dispenser. There's a poll on the smart-screen: "where do the vegetables go? In this drawer or in that drawer?"

You walk down a long hallway full of photos you don't recognize. At first. As you walk on, they begin to get more familiar, however dusty and light-damaged they are. As you near the hallway, you find a very busted, dusty framed photo of the Onceler. Beside it in a similarly damaged frame is a photo of a skeleton in a blue hoodie. The final photo in this hall of fading memories depicts the clock from "Don't Hug Me, I'm Scared".

You reach the basement door. Curiously, the door itself is the same even if it's just been landlord-painted white. When you open the swollen door, you are hit with a cloud of dust that makes you cough. The light switch you flick on and off produces no light, so you return to the kitchen to scroll around in the drawers for a flashlight. Once acquired, you brave the dark basement. It gets hard to breathe, between the dust and the thick air. Quickly you realize everything you knew before has been stored here. You shine the light upon a box with scribbled sharpie. "Voltron".

You shudder.

More and more boxes and piles look familiar. "Danganronpa". "Vampire Diaries". "Dan and Phil." Upon the well windowsill is a novelty box with the words "Rise of the Brave Tangled Dragons". The farther you go into the basement, the more battered the boxes are. All of them are homes to some kind of spider.

And there... in the very darkest, furthest corner of the basement, is a mountain of boxes, all labeled, "SuperWhoLock".

As you've taken in the house that is no longer the home you know, you stand on the front porch. A single tear falls from your eye. Why come back?

As the wind blows, you hear a jingle. You look up and see an old wind chime that hadn't been removed. Along with the metal and the beads, the charms on the ends depict a feather, a bow, and a pair of glasses with a handlebar mustache attached to them. Another tear falls when the wind blows again and the chimes whisper,

"Just girly things."

[pennylanewrites]

sur le fil [levi ackerman x f!reader]

chapter 1: la vie en rose

moving to paris, you get to meet a set of interesting neighbours; one talkative, bubbly, exciting and kind. one reserved, serious and tortured. the first will be your guide through life in paris; the latter, you soon find out is your colleague.

a/n: reader, hange, moblit and petra are 24-25 years old. erwin and levi are both 28 in this fic. erwin gets introduced soon so dw heheh

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packing up your whole life and moving to paris was sort of on a whim. you really only realized it when you were on the plane, and you could spot the eiffel tower, the arc de triomphe, the notre dame. oh, you were going to have so much fun.

it wasn't hard to find your new home -after taking a taxi and two buses from the airport. you had booked a room from an old lady living in a haussmannian building. three rooms were already occupied, and a kitchen, common room, library and terrace were included in the low price of 250€ per month. you assumed that the old lady simply wanted company; it wasn't easy to find something that cheap, right in the heart of paris.

"madame dubois, so nice to meet you!" you greeted the lady rushing out of the building with a handshake, but she opted for a hug and a kiss on each cheek instead. how european.

"call me paulette, darling, please." paulette was pushing 70, tall, slim and stylish. she held a slim cigarette between fingers decorated with gold rings; she wore a long linen shirt over matching pants and ballerina shoes. very french, you thought, as you followed her inside.

as you stepped inside, you were greeted by high ceilings, ornate moldings, and large windows that allow an abundance of natural light to fill the rooms. the kitchen, located at the heart of the house, had marble countertops, state-of-the-art appliances, and custom-made sage-coloured cabinets. you could tell you would have a lot of fun in this kitchen. as you left the room, you noticed a wide selection of teas, a whole countertop in fact, dedicated to them. adjacent to the kitchen was the common room, knick-knacks and books filling every surface and empty corner. The baby-blue coloured room was adorned with plush beige and off-white furniture, intricate chandeliers, and a majestic fireplace, creating a cozy and sophisticated atmosphere. the library, opposite to the living room, housed an extensive collection of books, with floor-to-ceiling shelves that exuded an air of intellectual refinement. a cozy reading nook by the window invited you to spend many afternoons with a cup of coffee and your nose in a book.

"your room is on the first floor, along with two more. then there’s mine and one more on the third, and of course the terrace, that you’re free to use whenever.” you were admiring the paintings on the walls as paulette guided you to the first floor and to the second door on the left. you wondered who the other two rooms were occupied from, but you guessed you would find out soon.

paulette unlocked the white door and handed you the key. you entered into a mainly beige and lavender-coloured room, small but efficient; the boxes you had packed were sitting in front of the bed, arriving just before you. a double bed with two nightstands stood in the middle, a large wooden dresser on the side, with intricate golden details. two wicker sitting chairs by the window and an empty desk and small bookcase. paulette was showing you the bathroom, but you were too busy admiring the notre dame from your dusty window. despite it being half-burnt, it remained beautiful.

“my room is on the top floor to the right. anything you want, i’m just a knock away.”

“thank you. you said something about other people leaving here?”

“oh, yes! moblit lives on the third floor, he’s a nice and quiet guy. zoe lives right across from you, she’s a little feisty, i guess.”

“and next door?”

you swore paulette’s face dropped when you asked.

“oh, that would be levi, my nephew. he’s a bit…reserved.” was all paulette said about your mysterious neighbour before leaving you to unpack.

you fell on the bouncy mattress and let out a content sigh. the ceiling above you had a cracked lavender and lilac tapestry with golden swirls. the walls matched it perfectly, and the curtains, though faded, were a beige to match the wood of the furniture.

why unpack now? the sun was setting and a deep purple hue played on your stretched legs. you grabbed your purse and headed for the terrace, but your journey was cut short by a loud screech.

“levi, give me my key!”

“i don’t have your key, you lost it, you idiot.” the manly voice came from next door, you noticed. you decided to step out carefully.

a tall woman turned to look at you through round glasses.

“bonsoir! we didn’t know you were coming tonight!”

“hi! zoe, right? i’m y/n.” you took a few steps back when the brunette attacked you with a warm, tight hug.

“pleasure! are you heading for the terrace? that’s the first thing i did when i came here too.”

“seems like a cozy place for a cigarette.”

“you read my mind.” she turned to your other neighbour’s door again. “levi, sors de ta chambre!” come out of your room, your high school french classes came to your rescue.

as you waited for the mysterious neighbour, you inspected zoe. her rich, chocolate-brown hair cascading down her shoulders, framed her face and round golden glasses. she wore a flowing, forest green and brown maxi dress with intricate patterns that catch the eye. completing her ensemble, she adorned herself with eclectic accessories. a collection of beaded bracelets adorned her wrists, each one telling a story of its own. around her neck hung two pendants, a round blue evil eye, and a wooden symbol of piece. her ears were filled with gold studs and the picture ended with pink delicate feather-shaped earrings, whispering a hint of whimsy.

“hange, i just came home. what could you possibly-”

“we have a new neighbour, levi. remember?” zoe motioned at you with her head and a smile, obviously not caring that she was interrupting the man’s personal time.

“okay?”

wow. rude.

“so, you should come to the terrace for a smoke. maintenant.” now.

you expected the man to slam the door in her face, but he stepped back in to grab his jacket, and came back out.

levi stood at average height, with sleek black hair reaching his nape, a fresh undercut showing underneath and a few strands shaping his face and accentuating his piercing gray eyes. he was wearing a fitted maroon t-shirt and dark gray jeans, the look finishing with all black vans and the black leather jacket in his hand. you noticed a tattoo hiding under the sleeve of his shirt. interesting.

“hi, i’m y/n. it's so nice to-”

“levi. pleasure.”

“for fuck’s sake.”

“what? i said pleasure.”

"okay,sure. go make us some tea. y/n, how do you drink yours?" you looked between the pair. why did it feel like they were about to judge whatever you said next?

"oh, i don't really like..." you trailed off because levi had only rolled his eyes at you before storming down the stairs, mumbling in french. you followed zoe to the top floor. a pair of white french doors opened to a spacious terrace, with a set of wicker couches, cozy floor pillows and a tarp-covered bar. all kinds of flowers filled the corners and a vegetable garden took up most of the space on the left.

"you'll have to forgive levi. he's a bit..."

"uptight?" zoe snorted at your comment, and you had a feeling she agreed.

"passionate about tea. he's going to bring you a cup anyway. levi has a recipe for every kind of person, and he's certain he can make everyone like it."

you took out a pack of marlboro golds and offered one to zoe. she politely declined, opening a leather pocket of tobacco to roll her own cigarette.

"so, what brings you to paris?"

i had to run away from everything and everyone in my life.

"oh, it was just time for a change. i had enough money saved up, so i thought why not?" zoe lied down on the couch opposite you and nodded in acknowledgement. "what about you? have you lived here long?"

"levi and i were born and raised in lyon. we moved here around seven years ago, for college."

"what did you study?"

architecture.

"the plan was liberal arts, but i changed to architecture my second year."

bingo.

"i never finished college. i was a history and archaeology major, but it never really...spoke to me, you know?" you put the cigarette out on the clay ashtray on the table, "so, i attended a few barista and bartending seminars, and i actually fell in love with it."

"you don't say...have you got a job yet? i'm pretty sure the café down the street is looking for someone." you could faintly see the shop zoe was talking about in the distance.

"oh, i already found something nearby. i'm starting tomorrow."

"thats brilliant, i'll have to-oh, levi, you're here!" levi stepped out to the terrace, skillfully holding up a tray with three cups. he placed an intricate one in front of you; it was a midnight purple, square mug with engraved golden stars and constellations all over. you held the steaming mug and smiled gratefully at levi. you could smell raspberry, apple and-

"tell her what it is!" zoe jumped up and down excitedly, spilling some of the hot liquid on her dress and phone. "putain." she exclaimed and wiped her phone screen on the couch pillow.

"it's black tea with raspberry syrup, apple, lemon and rhubarb."

"excellent choice of a cup too." zoe poked his side with her elbow. "what's mine, shortie?"

"it's piss." you snorted into your cup, blowing some of the liquid on your lap. you hissed and wiped it away quickly, looking up at the bickering pair.

you brought the cup to your lips, tasting it carefully. you almost winced; it was the sourest tea imaginable, and if not for the syrup, it would be bitter too. you had to admit, you got used to it after a couple of sips, and you liked it enough to keep drinking.

"did levi magically change your opinion on tea?"

"this is really nice," you looked up at levi. his gray eyes didn't leave yours as he took a sip of his own tea, "but i'm a coffee person. sorry." you smiled softly.

"if you like bean water, sure." he scoffed.

"as opposed to leaf water?" you retorted.

why the fuck is he holding the cup like that? show-off.

zoe looked between the two of you, grinning. the comfortable silence was cut short by two message notifications. you and levi took your phones out at the same time.

-you have been added to Le Café Belle Époque’s group chat

-unknown number has been added to Le Café Belle Époque’s group chat

you and levi slowly looked up at each other.

“you’re the new barista?” he scoffed.

“you…work there too?” you looked at the members of the group chat. indeed, a picture of levi sat by an unsaved number on your phone. zoe peeked over levi’s shoulder to look at his texts.

"aha! this is very exciting, n'est-ce pas?"

you had seven different words in mind to describe this, and exciting was not one of them.

waking up in your new bed, in your little room in the heart of paris, felt like waking up in a disney movie. birds were chirping outside of your window, and a few stray sunrays hit the wooden floor. with a stretch of your arms and a yawn, you looked around at the sea of boxes and suitcases. you really needed to unpack.

after searching for your summer clothes, you finally opted for a pair of white jean shorts, a flowy muted-olive shirt with thin straps and your favorite brown sandals, that strapped around your feet and ankles. you brushed your teeth and hair, and placed mascara on your eyelashes carefully. a warm-toned lipstick finished your look, and you started your voyage to the kitchen with a box in your hands.

damn you paris, with your steep staircases, you tried looking over the box to watch your step, but it was impossible.

"woah, let me help with that." you were met with a pair of dark brown eyes behind rectange glasses.

"thanks." you accepted the offer and walked behind the strange man.

"where are we heading?"

"kitchen."

the man finally set the box down on the round kitchen table, slapping the top of it.

"moblit berner. it's nice to meet you, y/n."

"how did you...?" you shook his hand with furrowed brows. moblit was wearing a well-pressed, tailored navy blue suit, a light blue dress shirt underneath and leather oxfords.

"zoe told me all about you last night. i apologize for the late introduction, but i came home after midnight." he watched as you took a polished red, vintage looking espresso machine out, placing it on the counter right by the outlet. "retro. does, uh, does levi know about the new addition to the kitchen?" moblit laughed awkwardly. you unrolled the cups you had wrapped in paper in your box and gave them a quick rinse, before setting them on top of the machine.

"i couldn't care less. paulette told me i can keep this here." you shrugged and filled the water tank. "want some coffee?"

"yes, please. the only drinks in this house all these years have been tea and alcohol." you pressed ground-up espresso in the group, and waited for the machine to warm up.

"what kind of coffee?"

"surprise me. i like it sweet, with a lot of milk. there's some almond milk in the fridge, so please use that." moblit sat down and lit a cigarette. you inspected levi's selection of syrups, powders and leaves.

"you don't think he'll mind, do you?" you held up a bottle of lavender syrup.

"it will be our little secret. better safe than sorry." you nodded and poured the syrup in the milk, frothing it while the espresso poured into a cup.

"so, where do you work, moblit?"

"i'm a reporter for libération, a news-"

"left-leaning newspaper, i know. i loved that piece on macron, the one comparing the marches to the french revolution?" you placed the cup in front of moblit, who accepted with a grateful smile.

"i wrote that one."

"of course! i thought your name sounded familiar." you chuckled and turned to make your own iced coffee.

"will we be seeing you at the café tonight?"

“i don’t know if i’m working a full shift yet. i’m only going to meet the managers and get an idea of the bar.”

“well, you’ve met one of them already.”

“levi’s a manager?” you rolled your eyes and sipped on your coffee.

“assistant. but he basically runs the place, he’s in charge of the menu, prices, schedule…” moblit grinned. “except for the new hires.”

“guess that’s why he was so surprised yesterday.”

“surprised is an understatement.”

“huh? wait, what did he say?” your eyebrow perked up. moblit just shook his head and got up to leave.

“thanks for the coffee, y/n. see you tonight!” defeated, you sat back on your chair. you slid it closer to the window and opened it wide. a warm breeze hit your face, and you smiled contently.

the rest of your day was spent unpacking, finding a space for every one of your knick-knacks and clutter. you managed to fit all of your books on the three shelves, finishing the image with some fairy lights hanging over them. most of your clothes fit in the dresser, but the rest were left in the suitcase. you really needed to buy some storage boxes soon.

it was now 2:30 in the afternoon, and after taking a warm shower, you desperately needed to eat. you sat on your bed, a towel wrapped around your hair, and pulled your phone out to search for a place to eat.

knock knock.

“come in.” you yelled out and looked behind your phone. zoe came in, looking around your room. she looked different; a tight bun sat at the bottom of her head and a classy white pantsuit hugged her body, before flaring down her calves.

“wow, nicely done. it took me two years to unpack when i got here…hey, what time do you leave for work?”

“i have to be there at six.”

“great! want to grab a bite with me? i’ll even throw in a little tour of our neighbourhood if you make me some coffee later.”

“deal.”

zoe brought you to a small, family owned restaurant cornering a main street. you watched as people walked, playing a guessing game of who was coming back from work, who was late for lunch, who had just had a fight with their partner. people-watching was a favourite of yours. it made you remember you weren’t alone in the world, that other people too had issues and feelings.

“do you eat meat, y/n? they make killer steaks here.”

“oh, i love a good steak.”

“excellent! how about i order for you?”

“yes, please.”

the waiter came to the table soon after, leaving a complimentary basket of warm bread and a butter spread.

“we’ll have two of your bavette à l’échalote, a portion of fries for the table and…two glasses of malbec please.” zoe handed the menu to the waiter and quickly attacked the bread.

“this is my favourite restaurant. it has been in the renard family for almost a century, and their recipes are practically unchanged. now, if you kindly look up, you will see my office on the top floor. i have a kicking view of the notre dame, which is…five minutes from here.” she pointed down the main road. you listened as she explained the secrets of the neighbourhood, the quirky owner of the office building, the drama between the two restaurants opposite each other.

you were so hungry when the dishes finally arrived in front of you, but you let hange do a demonstration of the dish.

“so, skirt steak. they cut it up in pieces so you can pour the sauce between them,” she spooned the golden, buttery sauce over your steak, “and i like to add it to the roasted vegetables too.” she poured the rest of it over the vegetables on the side. “and the rest you use to dip your fries!” she said excitedly, leaving the dip bowl next to the warm salted fries.

“bon appétit.” you raised the glass of red wine, clinking it with zoe’s.

after the delightful lunch, you leaned back on your chair, full and ready to go. you and zoe smoked two cigarettes each over one more glass of wine, before leaving for the café.

“are you nervous?”

“not really, i’ve done this too many times.”

“i would be. levi hates training new people.”

“good thing i don’t need training then.” you giggled and entered the café. a warm smell of cinnamon hit you, and the jazz music created a warm atmosphere around vintage furniture, a sleek dark blue bar with a marble top and the alcohol selection of your dreams.

“you’re late.” levi appeared behind the counter, startling you. you checked the clock on your phone.

“i’m 15 minutes early.”

“that’s still 5 minutes late.” he crossed his arms over his chest and stared back at you. “are you coming in here or what?”

you sighed and walked around the counter. the first thing you did was wash your hands thoroughly. levi appreciated that, but only gave a nod of approval as he walked you through the bar.

“you will be on evening shift for the time being, so here’s the old drinks menu. you’re free to change everything, except for the classic cocktails.”

“great! the last bar i was working, i experimented with tea-based cocktails, so i would like to add that. am i okay to stay after closing and use the bar for practice?”

“tea-based!” zoe exclaimed. you had almost forgotten she was there.

“tea-based.” levi repeated and you had a feeling he would explode then and there.

“ha! his eye is twitching! good one, y/n.”

“anyway, i’m adding that. i also want to make some additions to the coffee menu.” you looked over to the tea corner. “can i use the powders and syrups?”

“you’re going to add flowers and fruit in coffee?”

“is there a problem?” you didn’t even turn around to look at levi. instead, you took a pen and paper and noted down changes for the coffee menu.

“anyway. you can check the prices here, since it’s still the start. the waitresses will help you with anything else, so…”

“so?”

“show me what you got, rookie.” levi leaned back on the counter, with a challenging grin. rookie my ass, who does this guy think he is?

“ooh, ooh! make me an iced coffee, and use like, all the syrups you can.” zoe slammed her hand on the counter.

“you got it.” you prepared two shots of espresso. while that was pouring, you took a shaker, pouring coconut milk, a tablespoon of elderflower syrup and one of vanilla syrup over ice. you shook it around masterfully, making a show for zoe and levi. when the espresso was done, you mixed in a teaspoon of sugar. taking a tall glass, you filled it to the middle with ice and added the milk mixture. you poured the espresso over it, mixing it with a tall spoon carefully.

“whipped cream?” you asked and levi pointed at the fridge under the sink. you spotted a bowl of edible flowers and grabbed it as well. you placed a coaster in front of hange and the glass, spooning some of the handmade cream on top. you took the pinching tool and added three small flowers over the cream.

“et voilà!”

zoe clapped excitedly, accepting the long straw you handed her. she took a big sip, closing her eyes in delight.

“y/n, this is the best thing that has ever been in my mouth.” she wiggled around on the stool.

“i feel offended.” moblit appeared out of nowhere, wrapping his arms around zoe and leaving a kiss on her temple.

huh, i guess they’re dating, you thought.

the café wasn’t really busy, so you spent the next hour making different coffees and teas, for levi to ensure you know what you’re doing. zoe had insisted to drink all of them, so you wouldn’t have to throw them away.

“hange, you’ll spend a week in the toilet if you drink all of those.” levi tried taking the cups away, but zoe guarded them in front of her.

“the toilet happens to be my happy place. maybe i want to stay there for a week.” she made sure to drink a sip from all of them, just to spite levi.

“if you cleaned once in a while, it would be a safe place too.” you chuckled at levi’s remark.

a wave of customers rushed in, and the waiters sent order after order. it was a hectic hour and a half, but by nine o’clock, you had time to clean up the machine and your counter.

“okay, welcome to the team, i guess.” levi shoved a golden name tag and a black half-apron in your arms.

“wow, warm welcome.”

“watch it.” levi grabbed his stuff and walked around the bar. he turned to zoe. “i have to pick petra up from work, do you guys want to do something later?”

“just come back here! we can all try the new cocktail menu.” hange pushed him to the door before he could decline and came back to the bar.

“can i take these away now?” you pointed at the sea of cups and glasses in front of her.

“please do. i feel like i’m going to explode.”

“you really like to get on his nerves, don’t you?” you laughed as she nodded furiously.

“zoe has to make levi have a nervous breakdown at least once a week.” moblit commented. after everything was cleaned, you could finally calm down and work on the cocktail menu. you spotted a small blackboard sitting behind the fridge. you grabbed it and the packet of chalks and handed it to moblit.

“you look like you have nice handwriting. please write these names down for me.”

“what’s in it for me?”

“pick one and i’ll make it for you. on the house.” you grinned as moblit wrote the menu down. zoe made sure to include a few doodles of flowers and a smiley face before setting it on top of the bar, where everyone could spot it.

it was midnight when you had to cut zoe off alcohol and levi walked in, hand in hand with a petite brunette. the girl had a sleek bob with short bangs, and wore a silk pink dress that hugged her waist and thighs. an oversized brown leather jacket, a pink leather crossbody bag and brown combat boots finished the look. her makeup was the perfect mix of edgy and sweet, with a smoky eye, red cheeks and a nude lipstick. the girl greeted zoe with a hug, wincing when the strong smell of gin hit her.

“control your woman, moblit.” she joked and kissed both his cheeks before sitting down. levi took her jacket along with his and handed them to you to place behind the counter. “so, you’re y/n. a beautiful name for a beautiful girl. i’m petra.”

“pleasure.” you smiled as you served two drinks on the sidebar.

“see, she looks just fine.” levi rolled his eyes at the girl. “levi was under the impression that you would crack under the pressure and run off.”

“levi should know that i have been doing this for four years. i’m not that easy to crack.” you placed two coasters and two glasses of water in front of them.

“what are you having?”

“i want…to try one of those famous cocktails.” she pointed at the blackboard.

“famous?” you furrowed your brows.

“oh, levi talked my ear off for hours about them. you’ll have to forgive him. his old age won’t let him accept change and evolution.” she kissed his cheek after the comment, but he only sighed. “anyway, i’ll have the earl grey martini. amour?” she turned to levi, who barely looked at her.

“whiskey sour.”

“one chamomile whiskey sour coming up!”

“i said, whiskey sour.” zoe, moblit and petra were stuck looking between the two of you. you guessed levi wasn’t known for his temper. but, oh, you wanted to crack him so bad. it was so satisfying seeing his neck and ears turn red with annoyance.

“i heard you.” you hummed as you made the brunette’s cocktail in a dainty martini glass.

“so, make that.”

“but i already steeped the chamomile. it would be a waste of perfect tea.” you pouted as you poured the tea over ice. you flipped a short glass over and placed it on the bartop. a strainer on top, you poured the contents in, sliding it to the ravenette.

“just try it, cheri.”

levi brought the glass to his lips in the same stupid way he held onto that cup of tea yesterday. his gray piercing eyes never left yours, and you grinned when his expression fell. he liked it. the fucker liked it, because he took another, full sip, before sliding the glass back to you.

"i asked for a whiskey sour.” this was revenge because you didn’t like his stupid tea. you mumbled something he couldn’t hear over the music, as you made a new cocktail for him.

despite levi's eyes burning holes in you for what felt like hours, the night was going well. you got to know petra and moblit better, work was flowing nicely and a full jar of tips sat on the counter. guess people liked the new, not grumpy, bartender.

taglist: @belovedackerman @bibemiiu @thisisketchy @ch-4-s-3 @kingfleury

[grimst4rs]

prongsfoot apartment headcanons:

entrance corridor: a short hallway, a wooden clotheshanger and another hanger for their keys.

kitchen: rectangular shaped. the walls are a very light beige, and the floors are made out of ebony wood. on one side of the kitchen, the one with the entrence door (a cherry wood one), there’s the cabinets, sink, under sink cabinets (cherry wood), over and stove, and a white fridge. the other side has a two-people round table. a window’s covered by orange blinds, casting a glow through the haze of smoke. there’s an ashtray on the table and discarded cups of coffee. the walls are covered in covered of pictures of them and their friends. two animals bowls are on the floor, too.

living room: it’s separated from the kitchen by a singular wall. there’s a telly perched up on a small, ebony wood commode, and the couch is a washed down, red-brown, whereas the rug is a lighter shade. there are paintings and drawings on the wall, as well as a few other pictures. the windows are covered by mustard yellow curtains. the lamps and lightbulb emit a warm light, and there’s a record player on a chair tucked into the corner of the room. above the telly, there are shelves stacked with books, and there are soft, cushioned chairs on the floor, too.

bedroom: the floors are covered by a brown rug, and over that is thrown a smaller, dark red one. the walls are beige, but covered by band and quidditch (sports) posters. there’s a smaller clotheshanger on the wall. their bed is close to the wall, parted by only a nightstand, on which there’s a lamp and a few books haphazardly thrown. still, next to the bed, there are more books, and their old rucksacks, and whatever is related to that moment’s hobbies. in their bedroom, there are also their animals’ beds.

bathroom: attached to the bedroom. the tiles there, too, are a very light beige, but the tiles on the floor are dark red. there’s a dark orange carpet in front of the bathtub, shielded by a shower curtain. on the washbasin is the small cup in which their toothbrushes are, and above it is a small cabinet, in which there is medicine, toothpaste and anything of that sort. the toilet is right on the left, and behind it is something small, resembling a stair, where are magazines and newspapers. towels are hung, but they usually shower together, so reach for them or give them to each other.

[xyras-maze]

Silent Scream - part I

John Price x GN!reader | 1k words

Summary: John comes back home from a long deployment. The stove is on and your favourite song is playing but you are nowhere to be seen.

Cw: kidnapping, swearing, blood, drugging

MDNI!!

Your husband has been gone for over two months now. Although you miss him very much, you understand that he doesn't decide how long his deployments are, so you try to keep yourself busy. After an eventful week, you decided to treat yourself to a relaxing at-home spa day. You ordered your favorite food, took a long, relaxing bubble bath, and now you are on your king-sized bed reading a book John has given you before his deployment. The plot really sucked you in, and you got halfway through in no time; you didn't even notice when it turned dark outside. You put the book down on your bedside table, stood from the bed, and walked across to the large bedroom window. You put the book down on your bedside table, stood from the bed, and walked across to the large bedroom window.

As you were closing the curtains, you noticed the movement-detecting light in your backyard turned on.

"Weird," you thought. It must be a wild animal, like a rabbit or something. As you were closing the curtains, you felt your phone vibrate in your back pocket. You grabbed the phone and looked at the notification.

*John: I'll be home in an hour*

The text from your beloved partner made you smile, and you decided to surprise him with a warm, homemade dinner. You headed to the kitchen and played your favorite song on the kitchen speaker. The room was cozy. The floor was wooden, and the walls were a light beige color. The cabinets were painted a dark green, which matched the plants scattered around the room, from the windowsill to the kitchen island. There were multiple lamps and light strips to make sure you could adjust the illumination as needed. You had a few chairs around the kitchen island as John liked to help you, or at least watch you do your thing. You loved cooking with John, so you paid special attention to the kitchen to make sure it looked cozy, and you felt happy with how it turned out.

Since you didn't have much time, you decided to make pasta. Quick and delicious. You grabbed a pot, filled it with water, and set it on the stove.

You were waiting for the water to boil when you felt the temperature drop. Chills ran down your spine, and you went to investigate. You noticed your backdoor was open. The lock broke a few weeks ago, so it was always open, waiting for John to come home so he could fix it."Must have been the wind," you thought to yourself and closed the door. You weren't too worried since you lived in a safe neighborhood, and John made sure the house was protected with alarms, security cameras, and other stuff you had no idea about.

You came back to the kitchen, approaching the sink, which still contained today's dirty dishes. You grabbed one of the plates and started washing up. Suddenly, you felt a hand wrapping around your waist, pulling you close while another hand covered your mouth with a wet cloth. You screamed, This definitely wasn't your husband; he wouldn't scare you like that. You could tell this was a man by his size, much taller and bigger than most men you've met. Wanting to free yourself, you hit the intruder with the plate and smashed it on his head. You heard a low groan, but the hands didn't let go. You could tell it was a man from his size—much bigger than most men you've ever met. You were terrified. You started kicking, hitting, and biting, and after a bit of struggling, the man loosened his grip. You grabbed a chair and threw it at him to slow him down while you ran towards the front door. If you could get out of the house, you could save yourself from the man or at least alert someone. You reached your hand to grab the door handle when he caught you. He grabbed you by your hair and smashed your head on the door. The world was spinning, and you felt so weak. The cloth came back to your mouth and nose. You started to feel lightheaded and realized there's nothing you can do. John has only texted you half an hour ago, so he's still nowhere near home. You didn't know what the substance you were inhaling was, but it was working and there was no way to escape it. You couldn't move; you just weakly watched as you were dragged out of the kitchen, and then it all went dark.

A black SUV pulled up to your house. John exited the vehicle and approached the front door. The kitchen lights were on, and the smell of his partner's cooking made his stomach rumble.

"Love, I'm home," he called out.

No response.

He wasn't too concerned, as there was music loudly playing from the speaker he bought you to make cooking more enjoyable. He arrived a few minutes earlier than usual, so he assumed you weren't expecting him yet. The drive home from base usually took him 55 minutes, but today he managed to get home 15 minutes earlier.

He took his shoes off and headed to the kitchen. He saw something cooking on the stove. You must've gone to the bathroom, he thought. He walked to the pot to help you with cooking, but he quickly stopped in his tracks.

Price felt his heart drop to his stomach as he took in the eerie scene. He saw the tap water still running; right in front of it was a broken plate in a pool of blood. The red liquid formed a trail, which was cut off by a chair lying on the floor. He noticed a bloody towel that had its place by the sink lying in front of the back door.

"Y/N!" He yelled, concern clear in his voice. Again, no response.

"Fuck!"

It was clear to him what happened, but he was hoping it was just one big misunderstanding—that you hurt yourself while cooking and are in the bathroom taking care of your cut. He quickly moved around your shared house, hoping to find you, but to no avail.

Gone. She's gone. And he doesn't know who took her.

[oceandiagonale]

Note: the big fence isn't actually a fence, it's just a visual reference for me to see which way the door swings open 😂

a LOT more acnh references + image descriptions under the cut

(images: guzma's room made in acnh, from various angles. most of the things from his canon room are still there -- round end tables, an iron shelf, his bed, his throne/chair, several small dressers, nice lamps, and paint-spattered walls+paintings -- but they're a lot more organized.

the bed is against the wall bookended by two dressers, the iron shelf is against the wall, and his chair is being used at an actual desk. there are small sitting areas in the upper middle and bottom right corners of the room now, and spaces are separated visually by a variety of rugs. it's the same components as before, but more people can hang out in the space now.)

(images: main part of floor 2F of the Ultra Flare base at aether, made in acnh. layout is a square instead of a rectangle due to size limitations, and the square is divided into 4 even sections: a gaudy, gold-covered bedroom for Ghetsis, an equally gaudy "common area" that's also for ghetsis but has a table in it, a room chock-full of gadgets and tech, including tools and specs of Celebi for Cyrus, and a cramped, but still cozy, office for Archie and Maxie, which crams in two desks and a couch. every single room has a pager on the wall. notably, archie and maxie's office is the only one of this bunch that has a security camera in it.)

(images: back part of UF base floor 2F, which consists of Giovanni's office, storage/employee training room, and assembly/meeting room. The walls are all red, except for in the assembly room, which has stark robotic walls.

the office has dark tile floors, a desk with two chairs at it, a small seating area, and a Team Rocket banner and paintings of Giovanni's team on the walls, much like his office and gym in Pokemon Let's Go. like the others' offices, Gio's has a pager on the wall next to his desk.

the training room has fluorescent lighting, a tatami floor, filing cabinets, a fax/printer machine, a whiteboard, a projector, and many black folding chairs in it. there are iron bars along the walls of the office and training room, indicating that they can close in the event of a lockdown. there are also security cameras everywhere except for Gio's office.

The assembly room is full of all the acnh machines and gears available, as well as a red control desk.)

(images: the main area of floor 3F, again confined in shape by limitations. there is a fancy white/golf dining area with a long table and red carpet and spiral chandelier for Lusamine, and a small kitchen area meant to be used by everyone, which includes a nice hanging wooden light, kitchen island with bar stools, and fridge.

there's also a break room area, which has clearly only been used by Guzma -- he's dragged in a pinball machine, pool table, and dartboard, and Team Skull brand clothes and paintings are scattered on the walls, couch, and in the closet. he's also tucked a hammock into a corner by the vending machines. understandable, since he doesn't have his own office. there's a pager in the break room, and security cameras in each area -- though there are blind spots, such as guzma's table directly underneath the camera in the break room.)

(images: the back area of floor 3F, which consists of Lysandre's office, storage room, and meeting room. the walls are all black except for a red accent wall in the meeting room, and there is only one security camera in the storage room and one in the hallway.

The storage room is full to the brim with papers, broken machinery, filing cabinets, and boxes. there's a ladder and a moving cart in it for ease of access, as well as a clipboard with a checklist on it. there's a pager in the room, as well as a broom+dustpan set on the wall. it's a veritable treasure trove of information, which guzma has access to as the person lugging it all around. the room has an ugly beige argyle rug, and harsh fluorescent lighting.

Lysandre's office has a modern red-wavy-striped rug in it. on one side, he has a nice desk with a golden tree next to it, a desktop computer, a coffee cup, and a filing cabinet. on the other side, he has a large machine + red button, and a sturdy project table with a blueprint and an espresso machine on it. there are tools on the wall, but also a nice painting and cabinet. Lysandre has his own pager.

The meeting room is a stark place, with only one desk, screens all over the walls, and a clock on the wall. another pager, obviously, and dramatic lighting. This is the place that Lysandre and the other villains initially interviewed Guzma to join Ultra Flare, and the lack of other chairs or comforts -- or anything, really -- is the most notable feature of it. Lysandre clearly wants to make anyone who comes into the room as uncomfortable as possible.)