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[resydesign]

The Ultimate Guide: Crafting Stunning Modular Outdoor Sofas with Hidden Storage

Tired of lacking sufficient seating and organization in your outdoor living space? We'll walk through how to solve both problems in style by building your modular sofa with storage.

With a few basic carpentry skills and our detailed directions, you can fashion beautiful multi-purpose furniture perfect for relaxation and entertaining.

Key Benefits of Outdoor Sectionals with Storage

Seating and Organizer 2-in-1 - Maximize patio functionality without clutter

Convenient Access - Keep essentials handy but out of sight

Customizable Comfort - Design to your exact style, size, and storage needs

Cost Effective - Use affordable materials like crates and foam

Extend Patio Season - Cushions add comfort for cooler weather lounging

Below we outline everything needed to craft amazing sectional sofas tailored to your space from frame construction to cushions and storage setup.

Let's get started building your dream patio furniture!

Planning Your Sectional Sofa

First, decide on the shape and dimensions. Standard wooden crates are approx 22” D x 16” H. For ample seating allow 60”-80” in length.

Compact L-shapes and expansive U-shapes both maximize storage capacity underneath. Sketch layout options:

Gather the building materials:

6-12+ Wooden crates

Exterior wood screws, corner brackets

Weatherproof wood glue & filler

Primed boards (optional for sides or back enclosure)

Outdoor foam - size to crates x desired cushion thickness

Weather-resistant fabric - allow 6” extra per cushion

Throw pillows, decorative touches

Constructing the Sectional Frame

Arrange crates tightly in your planned layout. Fuse crates by screwing sturdy corner brackets into the inside edges.

Check for light leaks and fill gaps with exterior wood filler putty.

Sand and smooth all surfaces then apply weatherproof primer. Now paint or stain your customized frame to match your style.

Distress or add wood burn accents for a vintage flair.

Position assembled crates into the final sofa configuration once completely dry. Anchor the entire structure firmly to your patio surface for added stability.

Crafting Plush Modular Cushions

Precision measure crate dimensions to size your foam pieces. For a deep-seated feel, choose a thickness of 1-2 inches greater than crate depth.

Bevel foam sides and corners to contour crates in an even overhang.

On each cushion, cut weather-resistant fabric allowing approx. 6 excess inches on all sides. Sew together pieces with a zipper or Velcro closure along one side.

Insert foam then hand stitch the opening closed.

Smoothly position snug cushions onto crates. Use fabric glue strips underneath if needed to keep cushions from shifting.

Scatter colorful throw pillows for extra comfort and style!

Loading Up Integrated Storage Space

The best part of building modular sofas with storage? All that hidden capacity to organize outdoor living essentials!

Inside the hollow crates, arrange weatherproof storage bins of your choice. Neatly organized by category - patio accessories, pet supplies, kids toys, folding furniture, gardening tools...anything you need for quick access to the outdoors.

Throwing patio parties? Use crates to inconspicuously store serving supplies like extra dinnerware, glassware, and utensils within arm's reach.

Add a waterproof liner if storing ice and chilled drinks.

Finally, fluff cushions and revel in your multi-functional sofa! Thoughtfully designed to store what you need and provide cozy seating for relaxation or entertaining.

Here's to enjoying your organized, beautiful backyard oasis!

[tejuskumar13]

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[alwaysgreenclean]

The Health Benefits of Sofa Cleaning for Your Living Space

Your sofa is one of the most frequently used pieces of furniture in your home, but it’s also a hotspot for dirt, allergens, and bacteria. Regular sofa cleaning not only keeps your furniture looking great but also offers numerous health benefits for your living space. Let’s explore how proper sofa maintenance can improve your home environment and well-being.

Remove Allergens and Pollutants

Over time, your sofa accumulates dust, pollen, pet dander, and other allergens. These particles can trigger allergies, asthma, and other respiratory issues, especially when disturbed and released into the air. Regular sofa cleaning eliminates these hidden irritants, creating a healthier space for you and your family to relax.

Eliminate Bacteria and Germs

Sofas often harbor bacteria from food spills, sweat, and everyday use. These germs can lead to unpleasant odors and pose health risks if not addressed. Professional sofa cleaning sanitizes the fabric, effectively removing bacteria and leaving your furniture hygienic and safe.

Improve Indoor Air Quality

The buildup of dust and allergens in your sofa doesn’t just stay in the fabric—it affects the air you breathe. Poor indoor air quality can lead to respiratory problems and fatigue. Regular sofa cleaning removes these contaminants, promoting fresher, cleaner air in your living space.

Prevent Mold and Mildew Growth

Spills or high humidity can lead to moisture being trapped in your sofa, creating the perfect conditions for mold and mildew growth. These fungi release spores that can worsen allergies and other health issues. Sofa cleaning removes moisture and prevents mold buildup, protecting both your health and your furniture.

Reduce Stress and Boost Comfort

A clean living space contributes to a sense of well-being. Dirty or stained sofas can create a cluttered and uncomfortable environment, increasing stress levels. Sofa cleaning restores your furniture’s appearance, making your home feel more welcoming and relaxing.

Protect Young Children and Pets

Children and pets often spend significant time on the sofa, making it crucial to keep it free from harmful particles. Sofa cleaning removes sharp debris, allergens, and bacteria that could affect their health, ensuring a safer and more comfortable space for play and relaxation.

Extend the Life of Your Sofa

Regular cleaning doesn’t just improve health—it also prolongs the life of your furniture. Dirt and debris can cause the fabric to wear down over time. Sofa cleaning preserves the material, helping you maintain a comfortable and attractive piece of furniture for years to come.

Choose Professional Cleaning for the Best Results

While vacuuming helps maintain surface cleanliness, professional sofa cleaning is essential for a deeper clean. Techniques like steam cleaning and hot water extraction remove embedded dirt and allergens without damaging the fabric. Eco-friendly cleaning solutions also ensure the process is safe for your home and the environment.

Sofa cleaning is more than just a cosmetic service—it’s an investment in the health and comfort of your living space. From reducing allergens to improving air quality, the benefits of regular cleaning make it an essential part of maintaining a healthy home. Schedule professional sofa cleaning today and enjoy the fresh, clean living space you deserve.

[midinmod]

2024 Furniture Trends: What to Buy and Where to Buy

Hey furniture hunters! The 2024 furniture scene is shaking things up big time, just like the fast fashion industry. Forget Mango, Zara, or Shein—this year, it’s all about Wayfair, Amazon, Overstock, and Temu. If you love trendy, affordable pieces, you’re in the right place. Let’s dive into what’s hot this year and where to snag the best deals!

What's Hot in 2024?

2024 started slow for furniture, but some styles are flying off the shelves. The Japandy trend is the star—think big, comfy Japandy sofas, tables, coffee tables, beds, and dressers. This Japanese-Scandinavian fusion is all about minimalism and function. Wayfair furniture deals 2024 are full of these chic pieces.

Trendy Colors to Watch

This year, it’s all about warm, earthy tones. Japandy colors are calming, with soft edges and a mix of Mid-Century Modern vibes and minimalist comfort. Look for ivory, light grey, mocha, light brown boucle fabric, dark green, and olive green velvet. Mustard and burnt orange velvet are also trending for living rooms and bedrooms. Linen and performance fabrics in cream, ivory, light pink, olive green, and teal are hot, especially for commercial spaces. Check out Amazon furniture trends 2024 for these colors.

Best-Selling Furniture Styles

Affordable but stylish items are the big winners. Japandy and Mid-Century Modern designs are topping the charts, while bulky traditional furniture is out. Modern motion upholstery sofas, sectionals, and power recliner chairs are all the rage, especially for small spaces. Japandy U-shaped and L-shaped corners are perfect for larger living rooms. If you’re looking for affordable furniture 2024, these styles offer great value.

Industry Outlook for 2024

The year started slow, but affordable options from Amazon, Wayfair, Walmart, and Temu are leading the pack. Traditional stores like Ikea, Ashley Furniture, Rooms to Go, Living Spaces, and Bob’s Discount Furniture are losing ground to these online giants. High-quality brands like CB2, West Elm, Crate and Barrel, Anthropologie, All Modern, Article, Mid in Mod, and Rove Concepts are still holding strong, thanks to their quality and personalized shopping experiences.

Where to Shop in 2024

For trendy, affordable pieces, check out Wayfair, Amazon, Overstock, and Temu. They’ve got a wide range of styles and prices. For those who want quality and great service, hit up CB2, West Elm, Crate and Barrel, Anthropologie, All Modern, Article, Mid in Mod, and Rove Concepts. These are some of the best online furniture stores 2024.

As you shop in 2024, stay on top of trends and find pieces that mix style, quality, and affordability. Look out for pet-friendly furniture 2024 and power recliner chairs 2024 to keep your home both stylish and comfy. Happy shopping!

[sumuraj]

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Back on Track

Pairing: Lando Norris x Reader

Summary: After a fight with Lando, you’re nowhere to be found when he leaves for Austin, making him fear the relationship is over. But when you arrive at the track with Max, he gets a second chance to make things right, and the two of you reconcile.

Word count: 2061

Even though we're going through it And it makes you feel alone Just know that I would die for you Baby, I would die for you, yeah

You and Lando rarely fought. You’d been together since his final season in Formula 2, a bloody long time, and you could count the big fights on one hand. But this one was different. This was the worst of them all.

It was his last day at home before flying to Austin, and somehow everything went down.

"You're being clingy!" He shouted, running a hand through his messy curls, frustration etched on his face.

You stared at him, stunned. "I’m being clingy? Me? Lando, we’ve been together for years, and I have never asked you for anything. The one time I do, and this is what you say? Wow."

"Yeah, well, you’ve never acted like this before!" His face hardened, eyes sparking with irritation you weren’t used to. "Seriously, if you suddenly want some boyfriend who’ll sit around every night, watching dumb TV shows and cuddling you to sleep, maybe you should find someone else."

You shook your head, disbelief morphing into something different, something more hurt. "Maybe I should do that!"

He was beyond pissed. "Then please, do! I'm going out and I'll do the same." He turned, grabbing his jacket without a second glance. and strode out, slamming the door shut behind him.

You flinched at the echo, the silence crashing down around you as tears started to well up. "I hate you, Lando Norris." You whispered into the emptiness of the apartment.

Lando sat in the VIP section of his favorite Monaco club, gazing blankly over the crowded dance floor. The music pulsed, people laughed and danced, but his thoughts were miles away, thinking of you.

Max leaned in, breaking Lando’s trance. "Are you going to tell me what’s going on, or do I have to drag it out of you?" Lando shrugged. "Was it that bad?"

Lando sighed, his gaze distant. "It was! It was the worst fight we’ve ever had." He swallowed, the words bitter. "She probably thinks I’m cheating on her right now."

Max’s eyebrows shot up. "What are you talking about? Why would she think that?"

"Because, I pretty much said that." Lando muttered lound enough for Max to hear over the music.

Max looked at him, incredulous. "Why the hell would you say that, you absolute idiot? You love her."

Lando exhaled heavily. "I was angry! I didn’t even think. I just… said it. I realized how bad it sounded the second I left."

Max shook his head, staring at him with a mix of pity and frustration. "Well, congratulations: you’re an idiot!"

"Thanks for the information."

It was late when Lando finally got home. The apartment was dark, and silence filled the rooms. He stepped into the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, his mind caught between whether he should crash on the sofa or swallow his pride, apologize, and lie beside you.

He waked to the closed bedroom door, standing there for a long moment, nerves filling his body. His hand hovered over the doorknob, but he stopped himself. He stepped back and with the sting of guilt he fell down on the sofa.

You were deep asleep when a hand shook your shoulder. Groggily, you opened your eyes to see your best friend sitting on the edge of the bed, her eyes barely open, hair rumpled from sleep.

"What?"

She yawned, rubbing her eyes before looking at you. "Your phone won’t stop ringing."

Blinking, you glanced at the empty nightstand, remembering you’d left your phone in the living room. "What time is it?" You muttered. "It’s probably Lando. We were supposed to leave for Austin early."

She groaned, pulling a pillow over her head and laying down next to you. "Then answer it or turn it off. It’s too early for this, and I’m exhausted."

"She rejected my call!" Lando exclaimed, pacing back and forth in the apartment.

Max raised an eyebrow. "That’s good news."

"How is that good?"

"At least we know she’s okay." He said. "And still mad at you, which is probably deserved."

"I don’t even know if she was still here when I got home last night. The bedroom door was closed, and I just… crashed on the sofa. I only realized she was gone this morning."

Max nodded thoughtfully. "So, what’s the plan now?"

“I don’t know,” Lando groaned, slumping into a chair, rubbing his hands over his face. "The team’s going to kill me if I miss this flight."

"So go!" Max said firmly.

Lando looked up, shaking his head. "No way. I’m not leaving without her."

Max rolled his eyes. "Look, she knows you have to leave, Lando. Sooner or later, she’s coming back, and when she does, I’ll bring her to Austin myself. Just go."

"What if she refuses to go?"

"She loves you. She'll want t make things right. Trust me!"

Lando hesitated. "You promise?"

"I promise."

You slipped into the apartment two hours later, knowing Lando would be gone by now. The silence felt heavy as you shut the door, but before you could make it to the kitchen, Max appeared, stepping out from Lando’s streaming room.

You jumped, clutching your chest. "Max! What the hell? You scared me!"

"Sorry!" He said, raising his hands in apology.

"What are you doing here? Is Lando still here?" You glanced around, half expecting him to walk out from somewhere.

"He left. Had to, or he’d have missed his flight."

You made your way to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge and taking a long sip. "I thought you were going with him."

"I am. I was just waiting for you."

You looked at him, understanding dawning slowly. "Max, I don’t think going with you is a good idea." You sank into a chair at the small dining table, and Max sat across from you.

"That’s not true."

"Max, you don’t know how he treated me, the things he said…" You swallowed, voice shaking. "He told me I should find someone else. And said he would, too."

Max leaned forward, shaking his head. "Look, he was furious and stupid. Belive me, I know what he said, and he regrets every word. He didn’t even want to leave. I practically had to drag him onto the helicopter."

Tears pricked at your eyes. "Max, I don't know."

"He’s an idiot, but he’s an idiot in love with you. I’ve never seen him like this with anyone, Y/N. He’s been calling you non-stop, hoping you’d pick up, and he’s completely torn up about it. So please, come with me. Let’s go to Austin."

Lando had been unusually quiet all day. Practice had gone well, but not well enough; the Ferraris were ahead, and so was Verstappen. His mind should’ve been on the upcoming sprint qualifying, but all he could think about was you and the fight. He could only hope that Max was somehow convincing you to come to Austin.

"Everything alright? You’ve been quiet, which is… not like you." Oscar asked, glancing over at Lando as they wrapped up filming a video for McLaren’s social media.

"Just tired." Lando muttered.

Oscar hesitated, then asked gently. "Where’s Y/N? Lily told me she was coming."

Lando’s jaw tensed, his eyes flicking up to meet Oscar’s. "I… don’t think she’s coming." He admitted, his voice low. "I messed things up pretty badly."

Oscar raised his eyebrows. "Want to talk about it?"

Lando shook his head, leaning back and closing his eyes. "Not really. Just… hoping I haven’t lost her." He said, more to himself than to Oscar.

Lando was suiting up, pulling on his gloves and securing his helmet, trying to lock his focus onto the upcoming sprint qualifying. But the knot of anxiety in his stomach hadn’t eased since he arrived, knowing he might have to go through this entire weekend without you there.

Just then, Max appeared in front of him, grinning. "Hey, mate. Just came by to wish you luck. And, by the way…" Max lowered his voice, glancing over his shoulder. "She’s here."

"Fuck... thank you for bringing her."

There, standing quietly near the corner, arms crossed and headphones on, was you. You looked a little nervous, a shy expression on your face and when your eyes met, you quickly looked away.

A wave of relief fell over him, and he instinctively took a step forward, desperate to close the space between you. But Max put a hand on his shoulder, holding him back.

"Not now." Max warned. "You’ve got a sprint to think about. You can talk to her after."

"But—" Lando began, his eyes darting back to you, a urge to apologize.

A couple of mechanics also intercepted him, nudging him toward the car with hurried reminders. "We’re starting in a few, Lando."

Lando clenched his jaw, glancing back at you. Taking a deep breath, Lando slipped into the car, his heart beating a little steadier, his mind clearing. For the first time all day, he felt ready. You were here and that was everything.

You watched the qualifying from the garage, heart pounding with every lap. It was always like this: nerve-wracking, pride and fear as you watched him push himself and the car to the limit. But today, your chest felt even tighter, knowing the tension lingering between you.

When the session ended, Lando finished fourth. Relief mixed with a bit of pride washed over you as you clapped, your gaze fixed on him as he came into the garage.

The moment he spotted you, he didn’t hesitate. He strode over and without a word, he reached for your hand, gently but firmly, and led you out of the garage toward his driver’s room, ignoring the curious glances around you.

Once inside, he closed the door. "Y/N… Babe, I’m so sorry."

You looked down, your arms wrapping around yourself. "You hurt me, Lando. You didn’t just walk away, you made me feel like I was… too much."

He stepped closer, reaching for your hand again. "I was an idiot. I don’t even know why I said those things. I was frustrated, and I took it out on you. None of it was true. You’re not ‘too much.’ You’re… everything to me."

"I thought you didn’t want me anymore."

He swallowed, his voice barely a whisper. "That could never be true. I can’t imagine any of this, my life, racing, anything, without you." He brushed a stray tear from your cheek. "I was terrified you wouldn’t come. That I’d ruined everything."

You took a shaky breath. "Max convinced me… told me you didn’t want to leave, that you were just… scared of losing me."

"More than you know." He said, his hand holding yours firmly. "Please forgive me, Y/N. I’ll spend as long as it takes making it up to you."

"I don't want you to give up anything, Lando."

"I know. I know. That's not what you asked me."

After a long moment, you squeezed his hand. "I’m here now." You said softly. "Let’s just start with that."

Relief flooded his face as he wrapped you in his arms, holding you close, as if he never wanted to let go. "I know I don’t deserve it, but I’m grateful you’re here. I don’t want to mess this up ever again."

You gave him a gentle smile, brushing a stray curl from his forehead. "I didn’t come all this way to hold onto what happened. Let’s just… move forward. Together."

He smiled. "Together."

A knock on the door interrupted the moment. "Lando?" A team member called from the hallway. "They need you back in the garage in five!"

Lando glanced back toward the door, then returned his gaze to you, clearly torn. "Go!" You murmured. "I’ll be here when you’re done. I’m not going anywhere."

He didn’t respond right away. Instead, he cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing gently over your cheeks as he leaned in, capturing your lips in a soft, lingering kiss. You melted into it, letting the last of the hurt dissolve in his warmth.

When he pulled back, he looked at you with a smile . "I’ll be quick." He said, squeezing your hand before reluctantly letting it go and heading toward the door. Just as he opened it, he paused, glancing over his shoulder one last time. "I love you."

"I love you too." You whispered.

[lixrafurniture]

Elevate Your Dining and Living Spaces : Buy Modern Sectional Sofas Online

With the world moving so fast, the internet has revolutionized our way of shopping for furniture. With just a few clicks, there are thousands of options to explore, price comparison, and have your dream furniture delivered to your doorstep. 

If you are looking forward to enhancing the aesthetics and functionality of your dining room and living room, buying designer dining tables and modern sectional sofas online is a convenient and rewarding choice.   

Designer Dining Tables Online : A Feast for the Eyes

The dining room is generally considered the heart of the home, where friends and family gather to share meals and create cherished memories.

For making this space a truly special one, a designer dining table can be a game-changer. Here's why you should consider buy designer table online : 

Endless Variety

Online furniture stores offer an extensive selection of designer dining tables, catering to multiple tastes and styles. 

Customization 

Many online retailers allow for customization of your dining table that suits your specific needs. You can select the material, finish, size, and shape that suits the best for your space and style.   

Convenience

Shopping for designer dining tables online allows you to browse and make decisions at your own pace, without the pressure of a salesperson hovering nearby.        

Modern Sectional Sofas for Living Room Bliss    

Your living room is where you unwind, entertain guests, and enjoy quality time with your loved ones. 

A Modern sectional sofas for living room can transform your living space into a comfortable and stylish haven. 

Here are the reasons you should consider buying one online: 

Optimize Space

Modern sectional sofas are designed to maximize seating while making efficient use of your living room's layout. 

Versatility 

Sectional Sofas come in various configurations that allow one to choose the perfect layout for your living room. 

Style options 

Online furniture stores offer a wide range of modern sectional sofas, from sleek and minimalist designs to more plush and luxurious options.  

Buying designer dining tables and Modern sectional sofas for living room offers a convenient and enjoyable shopping experience.

[gghostwriter]

Level-One Intruder

Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Part 2 Summary: Spencer apprehends an unexpected but adorable trespasser Trope:It’s fluff in a meet cute type of way w.c: 1.8k a/n: I'm a liar. I said I was going to post once I get over this flu but I couldn't help myself, not at all. I just really really wanted to share this cute cute fic I wrote with you all. Not proofread. Comments and reblogs are highly appreciated! 💗 masterlist

The brown tweed coat on Spencer’s shoulders threaten to droop down his arms as he wrangled his keys to unlock his apartment door.

There was little light on the hallway, something that could be attributed to the late hour of twelve midnight. Muffled noises could be heard from next door—a new tenant must have moved in while he was away. 

The FBI agent could feel himself coming apart at the seams from the lack of proper sleep. The latest case took eight long grueling days to solve and the team had to make do with what the small town could offer as arrangements.

His back felt stiff from curling on the squeaky sofa bed, trying his best to make himself comfortable and now, all he wanted to do was decompress with a totem of a book and sleep like the dead until his alarm clock rang for the next day. 

Dropping his satchel on the ground, silently assuring himself to get the laundry going the next day, a tiny scuffle echoed through his heavily darkened apartment.

Spencer tensed, unsure if his overtly exhausted mind conjured up the noise or if someone else found their way into his haven while it was otherwise unoccupied.

Another sound confirmed the reality causing him to draw his gun from his holster, ends pointing down, as he slowly made his way around the sofa to the first bedroom, minding his steps to avoid the sections with creaking floorboards.

He rounded the corner, eyes straining to adjust to the minimal light the outposts provide him—and nothing. 

The room was stale from lack of use and everything looked to be in the right place. The stripped spare bed looked untouched and all the windows were sealed shut. Exactly how he left it.

Another noise caught his attention.

Spencer tightened his hold on the gun and tiptoe’d to the next room—the bathroom and in there, the first real evidence was uncovered. 

His eyebrows threatened to meet in the middle as he took in the unspooled tissue roll hanging from its holder. The unused sheets of paper now sat on the green titled floor, no doubt flooded with organisms and bacteria that the naked eye couldn’t see. 

He shuddered from the thought.

Quickly moving on, he shuffled his way to the open kitchen. Right away he spotted something amiss—rather a few items amiss.

First, the lower cabinet was ajar. It was where Spencer stored his cleaning supplies and it was rarely opened as it was.

Second, his favorite Star Trek mug that he left out to dry near the sink was now precariously near the edge, threatening to break into a thousand pieces.

And lastly, the empty plastic bag of bread on the counter that he was sure had two more slices before he went away for the case.

There was an intruder and it seemed like he was hungry.

Weapon still in his hands, he slowly he crept his towards the slightly opened mahogany door of the main bedroom. He took a deep breath before rounding up to the room, pistol pointing forward to the unsuspecting guest. 

Except there was no one.

“That’s strange,” he muttered to himself, holstering back the revolver to his belt and to his surprise, someone answered or rather, meow-ed back. A fluffy orange cat with a collar on his neck.

The agent smiled. “You must be my intruder—”

Meow.

“—Now, who are you and how did you get in here?”

The cat was silent, content with rubbing his body on his black pant legs, leaving behind stray hairs that Spencer would have to lint away before laundry.

He bent down to see if there was any information hanging from the cat’s green collar. 

“Mr. Chewie. Is that your name?”

Feline eyes stared into his and blinked once. 

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he sighed. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d believe you could understand me but actually according to studies, cats lack the cognitive skills to interpret human language so I still don’t know why I’m explaining that to you.”

Meow.

“Nope, I’m sure you’re just responding to the fact that I am talking to you and my rambling is clearly brought by my lack of proper sleep—” a knock on his front door interrupted his musings. “—one second,” he called out, swiftly unbuckling his holster belt and placing it on top of the dresser. There was no need to frighten the knocking neighbor with a gun. 

Spencer turned back to the cat inquisitively sitting next to his feet. “Don’t move.”

As he made his way back to the entrance, opening lights as he went, he could hear the click clack of the feline’s claws against the wooden floorboards. It clearly didn’t take his order to consideration.

Spencer swung the door open as the stranger was poised for a mid-knock.

“Uh—hi,” the woman breathed out. 

“Hi,” Spencer drawled out in reply. “Can I help you?”

You rocked on your heels, fingers pulling down the ends of your oversized sweater as if it could lessen your state of undress. Spencer didn’t judge, it was early into the morning after all, nor did he stare long at your navy blue shorts and pink fluffy socks adorning your feet. 

“I’m your new neighbor and it’s not really the time to introduce myself but by any chance is there—”

“An adorable intruder in my apartment?” 

You nod, sweetly smiling. The glint in your eyes filled with apologies.

“Yes actually, I was trying to ask him where he came from but I don’t actually speak cat and neither does he understand human.” 

You laugh sheepishly, fingers gently rubbing at the side of your neck. “I’m so sorry. I hope he didn’t make a mess or bother you at all. I left my fire escape window open for a little bit to let the breeze in and he must have explored out while I wasn’t looking. So sorry again, let me just get him out of the way—”

A rustle from behind made him turn, not before he caught your eyes widening to the scene inside his apartment. Your cat kneading on his brown throw blanket before settling on the sofa.

“Mr. Chewie, what are you doing?” You squeaked out.

Spencer laughed at the outrageous tone coating your voice. It reminded him of Garcia swatting the other agents away from her tech equipments.

The cat answered back with a meow.

“No, mister. You cannot sleep here, this isn’t our home! It belongs to this lovely gentleman over here—” you flashed Spencer a smile. “Now, please get your butt off the sofa and back to our apartment.”

The feline seemingly rolled his eyes and turned his back on you.

“Huh,” Spencer observed. “The studies might be wrong after all. I think he understands you.”

You laughed, shoulders shaking from the absurdity of his comment. “Mr. Chewie might be special or at least that’s what every pet owner believe to be. I never introduced myself have I? I’m Y/N. I moved next door a couple of nights ago.”

“Dr. Spencer Reid,” he replied back. 

You tilted your head to the side. “Oh, is that why I haven’t seen you around, Doctor? Busy saving lives?”

He shrugged, scratching the back of his neck. In a way, you weren’t wrong per se. His title did let people assume his career to be in the medical industry instead of having three PhD’s under his belt. The former was more plausible given how young he looked.

The sound of a door opening and closing at the end of the hall caught both your attention. Your eyes flashed back to his, twinkling. “So, Doctor. Will it be alright if I step inside and grabbed my cat?”

He cleared his throat. “Uh—yeah, yeah. Sure, come right in.”

You sheepishly smiled before entering his sanctuary. Eyes soaking in any piece of information that represented who he was.

Spencer felt your warmth as you passed his body. The smell of warm cookies wafting to his nose, dissipating the anxiety that threatened to creep up his spine from letting a stranger into his home. 

“Nice apartment,” you complimented. “There seems to be a lot of books.”

He tucks his hands inside his pant pockets. “I like to read.”

“Me too. It’s a great hobby to pass the time.”

You sweetly smiled before swiftly scooping up the lounging cat in your arms with little protest. “Again, I’m so sorry if he disturbed you in any way and please, let me know if he made a mess. I’d like to make it up to you—as a thank you and apology, I mean.”

“It’s no problem,” Spencer watched your cheeks match the color of your socks under the fluorescent light. It suited you, he thought. “Actually, can I just ask you a question?”

“Anything.”

“Why is he—” his calloused hands reaching to pet the orange feline nestled on your chest. “—named Mr. Chewie?” 

You giggled, the sound similar to wind chimes being rustled by a gentle breeze. It settled the ache caused by his lack of proper rest. It was fascinating, intriguing, and a little bit frightening if he had to be honest.

“Well, I actually named him after Star Wars, Chewbacca, because of how fluffy he is and the name just shortened itself once I found out how perpetually famished he is.”

“He’s named well,” Spencer surmised, the empty plastic of bread flashing in his mind.

“Well, I shouldn’t be bothering you any longer,” you slowly backed away from his space. “Thank you, Doctor, and have a good night.”

With a sleepy smile on his face, Spencer watched you push open your apartment door. “Good night.”

You flashed your saccharine smile one last time before closing it behind you, leaving him feeling light and bemused for the first time in a long while.

And as he woke up to the gentle streams of the sun on his face, feeling well rested and ready to tackle the paperwork on his desk, the emotion still lingered causing the corners of his mouth to rise up into a soft smile. An after effect of your encounter that he didn’t mind experiencing. 

It was a certain type of high. 

It was something bright and puzzling.

A note and a batch of cookies taped to his door caught his eye as he exited the apartment. The  treats were in this clear, non-labelled package. Handmade then, Spencer noted.

His smile stretched his warming cheeks wide as he took in the scripted letters written on the pink post it that reminded him of your blush and your fluffy socks.

See you around, Doctor! 

Have a great day saving lives! 

- Your Nurse neighbor & Mr. Chewie xx 

Comments and reblogs are highly appreciated!

[taurusdesign]

Judith Living Room

Hi guys!

After 98 years later, finally new set is here! Thank you again for supporting me during this long time. You guys are the best! ❤️

The set consists of 60 items. It has a luxurious and at the same time modern style. Although I say living room, there is also a dining set included in the set. I think my favorite items are also this dining set. The reason for the large number of items is bookcases, I think. The most important feature of these bookcases, which have different sizes and variations, is that each of them has a version that can be embedded in the wall. And tons of books to decorate with. So you can also use them in built-in. You can even add rails to them and stairs to these rails. (Sometimes it can be impossible to place decor on objects embedded in the wall. And this one, you can enter the "bb.moveobjects on" cheat and decorate the object without placing it on the wall, then place it on the wall.) At the same time, there is a fireplace that is compatible with these bookcases. In the same way, there is a built-in variation of this fireplace. You can even add a Art Frame TV, which is included in the set, on top of this fireplace.

By the way, I have switched to a new color palette with this set. You can see the new colors in the picture below.

The other items included in the set are down below.

Bookcases (16 items in total)

Books (14 items in total)

Wooden Floors (2 versions)

Wall with Baseboard

Wall with Baseboard and Friezes

Wall with Friezes

Wall Full Panelling

Wall Paint

Wall Panelling

Wall with Wainscoting

Chaise Lounge (4 models)

Marble Coffee Table

Glass Coffee Table

Deco Bowl

Deco Boxes

Deco Large Painting

Deco Small Painting

Deco Vases

Dining Chair

Dining Tables (3x1 and 2x1 sizes)

End Table

Fireplaces (2 versions)

Frame TV

Hallway Table

Sculpture

Sectional Sofa

All items are base game compatible. You can find everything included in the set by typing "Judith" in the search box. Except walls and floors.

I think that's it. I hope you'll like it.

See you soon! 🥰❤️

Public Release 3.3.2024

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[fastandcarlos]

Life With The Verstappen Family : ̗̀➛ Max Verstappen

summary: a glimpse into the life of the verstappen family and your two little ones who are always causing chaos

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liked by schecoperez, redbullracing and 2,593,069 others

maxverstappen1: turns out being dad is the coolest thing in the world 💕

139,583 comments

username1: not max as a dad also being the coolest dad in the world

username2: the handsome dad vibes are strong in these pictures 💪🏻

danielricciardo: congrats my friend!!

landonorris: can't believe you're actually dad...wow you're old 😂

maxverstappen1: @/landonorris you're not exactly a spring chicken anymore yourself

username3: is it okay to be this jealous of a small child??

ynusername: can't wait to spend the rest of my life being mum and dad with you 💞

maxverstappen1: @/ynusername I'm definitely the lucky one between the two of us ☺️

username4: I can't believe we get to see dad max at the paddock next year

oscarpiastri: why is your tiny human so cute? clearly yn got all the good genes in there

redbullracing: welcome to the smallest member of our team, we can't wait to have you in the paddock soon!! 💙❤️

username5: the proud smile on his face actually melts my heart

username6: forever in love with max as a dad already 🤧

georgerussell63: who'd have thought you'd be the first to settle down, congrats you two!

charles_leclerc: dog dads are better than human dads btw 🤷🏻‍♂️

schecoperez: sending all my 'how to survive life as a dad' books your way my friend

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liked by maxverstappen1, landonorris and 1,472,293 others

ynusername: turns out max can’t ski and ydn is absolutely showing him up on the slopes ⛷️

138,291 comments

username7: omg look at how grown up yn is getting

maxverstappen1: imma just focus on the first photo and how much my little girl adores me...no idea what you're talking about with the skiing 🙄

username8: yn pls tell me you've got some videos of this lol

landonorris: he is the most uncoordinated man i've ever met and you chose to take him skiing 🤦🏻‍♂️

ynusername: @/landonorris it was ydn's choice, you know max can't say no to his little girl

carlossainz55: i'll have to show him how it's done one day

username9: not ydn falling asleep in max's lap, it looks so comfy there 🤩

username10: anyone else think that ydn looks more and more like max's twin everyday??

username11: how can one family be so cute? 🤔

alex_albon: lily told me you sent a video of max falling on his ass, please say I have permission to see it too?

ynusername: @/alex_albon it's all yours 😘

maxverstappen1: @/alex_albon @/ynusername hey i refuse to give permission for this!!!

lewishamilton: hope you guys are having the best time, tell ydn i've got the biggest cuddle waiting for her when i see her next

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liked by ynusername, alex_albon and 1,799,391 others

maxverstappen1: all my babies ❤️🥺

189,382 comments

username12: i dont think my ovaries can take much more of these updates

username13: i can't deal with how adorable these are!! 😭😭

ynusername: guessing i'm not your baby anymore 💔

maxverstappen1: @/ynusername you'll always be my baby 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

landonorris: i thought I was your baby too???

maxverstappen1: @/landonorris go away before i block you again 🙄

charles_leclerc: btw dogs are still better than cats

username14: not charles starting a war of pets in the comments sections

username15: praying i come back as a cat so i can be adopted by the verstappens too 🤞🏻

georgerussell63: can you stop taking sickeningly sweet photos of your daughter so that we stop missing her during the off season please

alex_albon: ydn's position reminds me of how lily looked when i got home last night fast asleep on the sofa

lilymhe: @/alex_albon btw the couch is yours tonight now 🖕🏻

username16: how can these cute photos cause a domestic lmao

username17: it's always max causing trouble even when he doesn't mean to

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liked by carmenmmundt, lilymhe and 994,293 others

ynusername: forever a third wheel when it comes to these two 🫶🏻

48,193 comments

landonorris: now you know how i've felt for the past six years 🤷🏻‍♂️

username18: i'll come and save you yn!!

danielricciardo: you should be used to it...you third wheeled us for several seasons

username19: ydn is such a daddy's girl its unreal 🤩

maxverstappen1: stop making people feel sorry for you, you choose to hang back and take all these photos hahah

ynusername: @/maxverstappen1 JUST LET ME HAVE MY MOMENT

username20: i can't cope with how unserious these two are as parents 😂😂

username21: i wonder if ydn realises how lucky she is getting to travel the world with max verstappen by her side

oscarpiastri: just so you know, lando laughed out loud when he read the caption to this

ynusername: @/oscarpiastri just so you know, he's the worst!

username22: yn must be desperate for another baby so its 2v2

username23: even as a third wheel I'd be happy just being that close to max

schecoperez: come and hang out in my driver room instead!! 💙

lilymhe: i'll save you bestie

ynusername: @/lilymhe knew i could rely on you 😘

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liked by alex_albon, sebastianvettel and 1,382,291 others

maxverstappen1: why does no one ever warn you that two kids are so much harder to control than one 😂

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username24: emilian you knew what you signed up for when you got yn pregnant

danielricciardo: now imagine being christian trying to take control over both of us hahah 😂😂

username25: max and one kid was cute but max and two kids...wow

schecoperez: you should've listened to me i did warn you

ynusername: all I can see is ydn getting dangerously close to that water you fool 🤦🏻‍♀️

maxverstappen1: @/ynusername i've got everything under control don't worry

username26: how can any man complain when you're kids are that cute

charles_leclerc: i keep reminding you that me and alex are happy to babysit whenever you want us

maxverstappen1: @/charles_leclerc alex I trust...you...well 🤫

username27: its the colour coordinating with ysn that does it for me

username28: is everyone going to ignore how grown up those two babies look these days

landonorris: i can come and join you and see what it's like to practice for baby number three if you want? 😂

username29: lando norris you menace

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liked by carlossainz55, lewishamilton and 2,392,605 others

maxverstappen1: nothing better than when my two loves come and cheer me on, I promise you they are impressed by what daddy does, even if their faves suggest otherwise 🥺

194,382 comments

username30: cannot wait for my social media to be filled with verstappen baby content this weekend

ynusername: no way we're missing a home race, good luck for this weekend my love 💕💕

maxverstappen1: @/ynusername thank you for bringing them to support me, you're the best

username31: max looks so happy to have them there omg

username32: i wish someone looked as happy as max does to have me around them ❤️

carlossainz55: if they don't appear in ferrari at some point this weekend i'm never speaking to you again

alex_albon: and the williams garage!!!

pierregasly: alpine are expecting a visit too!

danielricciardo: and rb, it would be rude not to after all 🤷🏻‍♂️

username33: ydn and ysn are the most popular people in the paddock this weekend hahah

username34: i can't cope with how obsessed everyone is over these two

lewishamilton: i can't believe how big they are, where does the time even go?

georgerussell63: @/lewishamilton you mean to say you've already seen them and I wasn't there to join you 🫢

username35: poor yn won't get a second to breathe racing around all these garages

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liked by landonorris, danielricciardo and 1,492,503 others

ynusername: introducing the team to their favourite drivers, and charles 😂

79,305 comments

username36: ah we got the photos to prove they visited guys

charles_leclerc: you best be kidding or i'm never babysitting for you ever again 😡

ynusername: @/charles_leclerc jokes we love you really

danielricciardo: it was lovely to see team verstappen again after so long 💞💞

landonorris: btw ysn said that i was his favourite so snooze you lose max!!

maxverstappen1: @/landonorris if you want to believe my son prefers you to me you think that my friend

username37: look at how soft they all become when they're around verstappen babies ☺️🥺

username38: i just want someone to look at me like charles looks at ysn

georgerussell63: still waiting for my turn excuse me

carmenmmundt: pls come and visit before george actually explodes 🥺

ynusername: @/carmenmmundt i promise we're on our way!!

username39: do people even go to f1 for racing anymore or just to see ysn and ydn??

username40: i saw the four of them at the gates this morning and I swear i've never seen anything cuter...

carlossainz55: there better be another post filled with photos of me and ydn coming up

oscarpiastri: lando has not shut up about the fact he saw you guys...now look what i've got to put up with 😂

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liked by ynusername, schecoperez and 2,583,604 others

maxverstappen1: a tribute to the woman that holds our team together, I couldn’t do this without you yn, the best mum and wife in the world ❤️❤️

105,583 comments

username41: how yn puts up with two kids and max i will never know

ynusername: it's the easiest job in the world being by your side with our two little treasures 🏎️🥺

landonorris: yn deserves a medal having to deal with you day in day out

georgerussell63: i've lost count of how many times i've seen yn running around the paddock for you, ysn or ydn

username42: i swear yn is just the best mum ever ❤️

username43: i want to be adopted by yn and yn only

carlossainz55: not forgetting the fact she now is in charge of your two cats too

charles_leclerc: at this point she's pretty much mum to us drivers too with how well she keeps us all in check 😂

username44: i thought it was just fans obsessed with the verstappens, turns out its the drivers too

username45: i expected nothing less from this group of boys who are absolutely whipped for yn

username46: its official, the verstappens are just the best 🫶🏻💕☺️

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˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ! ´ˎ˗

[heirofnight]

it's the shadows

pairing: azriel x reader (heavily), cassian x reader, rhysand x reader

word count: 1.2k (i intended for this to be a drabble but i can't ever shut the hell up)

summary: reader is close friends with az, cass, and rhys, but is very obviously pining for azriel. the four of you are drunk and cassian just has to know which one of them would be the best in bed. sexual tension ensues. duh.

while this entire debate was absolutely ridiculous - one may argue even downright childish - you couldn't stop the grin that was spreading across your cheeks.

you couldn't remember the last time you'd laughed this hard. your stomach was aching, cheeks sore. dried tears were collecting at the corners of your eyes. there'd be a lull in the conversation, a period of time that allowed all of you to calm down and collect yourselves, before you'd inevitably meet one of their mischievous gazes and fits of laughter would begin all over again.

"seriously, y/n?," cassian inquired, voice booming. you snorted at his dumbfounded expression, at the fact that the four of you had finally calmed down, just for cass to loop back to the topic that had you all howling in laughter in the first place.

"azriel?," he continued, pointer finger gesturing towards the male sitting opposite from you in the sitting room. cassian had a half-full wine glass in his large hand, the liquid sloshing around precariously as he motioned in the shadowsinger's direction. "the motherfucker doesn't even speak!," he finished, causing you to erupt in another alcohol-induced fit of giggles.

azriel smiled warmly at the sight, shaking his head in mock exasperation at his brother's disbelief. az took a sip from the glass of wine he'd been nursing at a much slower pace compared to the rest of you.

rhys chuckled now, sitting alongside cassian on the plush sofa. he shoved the war general on his broad shoulder playfully, gesturing towards azriel himself, "he doesn't need to speak in this particular scenario, brother," he purred, his own wine sloshing within his grip.

azriel's cheeks tinted red at the implication, shifting his gaze down to his lap to hide a dimpled smirk.

"and see, that's what i'm saying," you added, throwing your hands up in agreement. you sat on the floor, upon the cushioned carpet that spread throughout the sitting room. you glanced up at azriel, a fond smile playing across your lips as you met his bashful gaze.

"he doesn't need to use words, cassian. i stand by my original statement: azriel is absolutely the most capable male in bed out of the three of you," you couldn't even finish the sentence without giggling, awestruck at cassian's ability to always turn the conversation back to this topic in particular.

you'd been close to all three of them for so long, and cassian - with his overly-competitive nature - just had to know, from a female's perspective, which male you thought would be the best in the bedroom. even though your answer was always the same: azriel.

was it because you may have been harboring feelings for the aforementioned male? perhaps. however, you didn't need to be pining after him to come to that conclusion; it felt like the obvious choice, regardless.

azriel glanced over at you with silent pride flooding his gaze, and you winked at him playfully in response. "i've got your back, az," you slurred, alcohol heavy in your veins. you reached over to poke him in the kneecap gently, and he huffed out a laugh.

"thank you, sweet," he spoke, tone gravelly, and you felt your chest grow fuzzy at the nickname he reserved just for you.

"oh, come ON," cassian scoffed, rolling his eyes dramatically. rhys barked out a laugh, tossing his head back against the headrest of the quilted couch.

you laughed along with rhys, sitting closer to azriel's legs now. az reached down, smoothing a section of your hair that had grown disheveled during your laughing fits throughout the evening. you were hyper-aware of his touch, and currants of electricity shot down your spine as the contact mixed with the wine in your system.

"i'm going to go out on a limb here," cassian started, pausing to take a sip from his glass. you rolled your eyes, bracing yourself for the familiar statement preparing to spill from his lips. "and i'm going to say that your opinion on this particular topic is heavily biased," he finished, knowing hazel eyes glancing from you, up to azriel, and back down to you.

you groaned in mock annoyance, flipping your hand in a dismissive gesture.

"yeah, yeah, cass, i know," you huffed out a breath, narrowing your eyes, "you're so convinced that i want to be in azriel's bed," you finished, pausing for dramatic effect before speaking further. cassian scoffed, his eyes widening slightly as if to say duh.

the alcohol was making you feel bolder than normal, and honestly, it's not like you were completely shy about your attraction towards azriel. it was a commonly known fact, one that all of you tended to play into from time to time - an inside joke, a bit.

however, while the attraction was known, you'd never confessed to any of them your very real feelings for azriel. that aspect wasn't a joke to you in the slightest.

"it's the shadows," you deadpanned, shrugging your shoulders sloppily.

cassian and rhys paused for a moment, absorbing your statement. then, they both erupted into howling laughter, and you weren't far behind them. you heard azriel's low chuckle from where he sat behind you, and he sent one of those mentioned shadows from within his twining orbit to twirl through your hair playfully.

cassian collected himself, shaking his head as he wiped his eyes.

"what kind of shit are you into, y/n?," cass wheezed out, and rhys laughed harder at his follow-up question.

you sniffled, wiping your own eyes before responding, "i mean, you really cannot blame me," you mused, gesturing towards azriel once more, "have you really not stopped to consider this at all?," you widened your eyes, stunned.

as if to prove a point, you turned your head towards azriel, locking your curious eyes with his amused ones.

"azriel, have you or have you not used your shadows on someone during sex?," you asked, extremely forward.

he almost choked at the question, cheeks turning crimson. cassian and rhys resumed their howling, but you peered at him expectantly.

he couldn't deny you an answer, not when you looked at him like that - innocent-looking wide eyes, cheeks pink from the wine. and was there a large, screaming part of him that wanted to entice you with his bedroom habits?

perhaps.

he nodded once, a dimpled smirk appearing across his pink cheeks.

"i have," he spoke, deep voice cutting through the laughter.

everyone paused at his words - you'd all half-expected him to evade the question altogether. but here he was, divulging life-altering, world-ending information that had your brain short-circuiting in one fatal blow.

the silence was deafeningly loud, and your expression shifted in a way that had azriel knowing exactly what you were thinking. your eyes had widened and glossed over, your mouth was agape. his smirk grew, forming into something more playful.

and to prove his point, he sent one more shadow your way to lightly twirl through your fingers and caress up your arm, looping around your neck gently.

cass sent a low whistle into the dead silence of the room, croaking out a laugh. "well, fuck, az," he chuckled, downing the rest of his drink.

"you win," cassian added, awestruck - shaking his head in defeat.

you didn't even hear what was happening around you, too focused on azriel - his darkened gaze as he peered down at you, and the feeling of that tendril of shadow tightening around your throat in silent challenge.

a/n: i'm so sorry. i'm spamming u with all of these ideas but hear me out, i have to get them out immediately. pls don't hate me. but this one had me sweating lmfao. sucker for sexual tension as always!!!

[streetlamp-amber]

first kicks

batfamily x batmom!reader

word count: 1.9k | divider by @saradika | requests are open!

CW: family fluff, pregnancy NOTES: i wanted to write more batfam fluff this time with jason included. very sorry if jason is ooc, most of my knowledge of him comes from fics lol

Rainy Sunday afternoons at Wayne Manor were usually spent with you and your sons in the living room, occupying the big U-shaped sectional sofa. Sometimes Bruce would join you three, resting his feet on the coffee table as he worked on his laptop. Today was one of those days.

You were helping Dick do some research on the internet for a science school project that was due next week while Jason laid on his stomach on the other side of the couch, reading a Where’s Waldo? book by himself. Your husband sat in the other corner of the couch, doing some research on the latest villain terrorising Gotham. You didn’t mind if the work he was doing was for Batman, as long as he spent some time with the family outside of the cave, you were satisfied. Especially since the Wayne clan was about to expand in a little more than four months. Plus, with your belly growing bigger as the weeks went by, it was becoming harder for you to do some tasks around the house. Tasks that you didn’t want to ask Alfred for help with since it was your husband’s job to be at your beck and call through the pregnancy. Bruce obviously didn’t mind and loved helping you, he just sometimes tended to get lost in his Batman work for long periods of time.

The television was playing in the background, a football game between two teams that you didn’t really care about was taking place but you didn’t mind. You couldn’t work well without some sort of background noise and this was doing the job.

”So Dick, have you chosen which natural disaster to base your research project on?” Bruce asked your eldest while closing his laptop and joining him on his other side, making the twelve year old squished between his parents.

”We’ve narrowed it down to three: the 2011 Tōhoku earthquake and tsunami, the 1906 San Francisco earthquake and Hurricane Katrina,” Dick answered, clicking on different tabs of each of the natural disasters as he named them. “I want to do my research on a popular one so I can easily find all the information I need.”

”Smart, isn’t he?” You smirked at Bruce as you mindlessly threaded your fingers in Dick’s dark hair who continued scrolling on the internet.

“Never thought otherwise,” your husband said, mirroring your grin. “Jay, have you found all the Waldos yet?” He leaned forward to ask Jason.

“I’m almost done,” the six year old easily dismissed Bruce, not even bothering to tear his eyes away from the pages.

“It’s best not to bother him when he’s searching for Waldo,” you informed your husband in a low volume.

Bruce nodded his head in understanding and redirected his attention back on Dick. “So, how are you gonna make your choice, chum? You could write them down on three pieces of paper and do a draw,” he suggested, leaning his arm on the back of the couch behind Dick, his fingers playing with the neck of your tshirt.

“Dad, I don’t need to write it down on some paper,” Dick sighed, a little annoyed. “You can do that on the internet now.”

“You can?” Bruce asked, surprised. Your husband was really tech savvy when it came down to work related to Batman, but silly, random stuff like a drawing roulette was not part of his internet knowledge.

You leaned your head on your left hand that was propped on the back of the couch and soothingly rubbed your round belly with the other. You watched with a soft smile Dick showing Bruce how to generate a random picking wheel to spin on the internet. Moments like these were the ones you cherished the most, domesticity wasn’t always the norm around here when you had two vigilantes living under your roof so you always tried to savour them whenever they happened.

The calmness in you was interrupted when you felt movement under your right hand.

“Oh my God,” you whispered, eyes round like saucers as you looked down at your bump and raised up the hem of your shirt to make sure what you felt was right.

“What?” Bruce immediately turned his attention to you. “What is it? Is something wrong? Are you alright?”

“I think the baby just kicked,”you said, raising your head to meet his eyes.

“The baby just kicked?” He repeated in disbelief.

You shook your head ‘yes’ just as you felt more movement. “The baby kicked again.”

Bruce rapidly stood up to sit by your side while Dick discarded his laptop before placing a hand on your belly and Jason left his book to climb on your husband’s lap to be closer to you. All had a hand on your stomach, staring at it expectantly, waiting for another kick.

“I don’t know if the baby’s gonna kick again,” you told them.

“Well that’s just not fair,” Jason whined.

“We just need to be patient,” Bruce said. “I’m sure the baby will do it again.”

And sure enough he was right. 

“Oh my God! I felt it! I felt the baby kick!” Dick exclaimed, though he kept the volume of his voice to a low level as if he would scare the baby away if he screamed.

“I wanna feel it too!” Jason cried.

“Here Jay, put your hand there,” you told your youngest as you gently grabbed his wrist and moved his hand to a different area of your belly, closer to Dick’s hand.

“Maybe if we keep talking, the baby will kick again,” Dick suggested.

“That’s true, babies can hear us from inside the mother’s belly,” Bruce agreed with him.

“They can?” Jason looked at you quizzically.

You chuckled at his confused face as you brushed his hair away from his forehead. “Yeah they can, it’s not completely soundproof in there,” you answered him.

“That’s why Dad is always talking to your belly?” Dick asked.

You fully laughed at this. “Yes, that’s why Dad talks to the belly. You can too if you wanna.”

“We can?” Dick perked up then leaned closer to your bump. “Hi baby, I’m Dick. Your big brother,” he said.

Jason also leaned forward. “And I’m Jason, I’m also gonna be your big brother.”

“Yeah but I’m the big big brother, I’m the oldest,” Dick argued.

“But I’m gonna be a big brother too!”

“Boys,” Bruce intervened. “No arguing around your mother. The baby will hear enough of that when it joins our lives, let it have its peace while it’s in the womb.”

A series of kicks started at that moment, making Dick and Jason gasp in surprise at the movements they felt under their hands. Bruce turned to you and the two of you shared a look full of love.

“That’s our baby,” he said to you, almost in a whisper, while Dick and Jason continued marvelling at the fact they could feel their sibling.

“That's our baby,” you repeated in confirmation. Nothing could've erased the smiles on both of your lips.

“I love you,” Bruce said against your forehead before leaving a soft kiss there and pulling away to share a short peck on the lips with you.

“Ew! Gross!” Jason interrupted your moment. Your sons weren’t the biggest fans of you and Bruce’s displays of affection for each other.

You giggled at the boys’ antics but still took a second to say “I love you” back to your husband.

“Someone should get Alfred so we can share this moment with him,” you suggested to the kids.

“Not it!”

“Not it!”

Jason and Dick quickly shouted, the former being the fastest to say it.

Dick groaned before he stood up from the couch and jogged out of the living room. The faster he would find Alfred, the faster he would be back next to you. “Alfred! The baby is kicking for the first time!” Dick called through the manor for your butler.

“He knows he doesn’t need to scream, right?” Bruce asked you. “Alfred can hear the boys break something all the way from the other side of the house.”

“Oh, let him be. He’s just very excited about the baby kicking,” you lightly reprimanded him with the corner of your mouth pulling up in a smirk.

You detached your gaze from your husband down to Jason who now had both of his small hands on your belly, his mouth in the shape of an ‘O’ and his eyes round with wonder in them.

“This is so cool,” he said, barely above a whisper.

“Looks like you’re gonna have some competition Jay, that baby sure is kicking a lot,” Bruce jokingly commented as the kicking didn’t stop.

You chuckled as you remembered all the times you’d stop by the gym room to find Jason relentlessly kicking at Bruce’s punching bag. For a six year old, he already had so much anger pent up inside his little body and it worried you sometimes. But ever since Bruce brought him back to the Manor, Jay had been getting better. The amount of vases thrown at the wall had drastically decreased since then, both to yours and Alfred’s reliefs, and he instead would run to the gym room and let out his anger on the punching bag when needed.

“I can’t wait to play fight with you,” Jason whispered loudly to your belly with a smile.

“No,” you immediately said.

“Best you stick to play fighting with Dick for a couple more years, buddy,” Bruce told your son.

Jason pouted. “But he's always pulling some acrobatic shit–”

“Language!” You scolded him.

“But Ma! Dad and Dick say it all the time!” Jason cried out defensively. “That’s not fair,” he retracted his hands from your belly to cross his arms over his chest.

“Well Dad and Dick, and you too apparently, will not be saying words like that around the baby,” you warned. “Capiche?”

“Capiche,” Jason mumbled.

“Capiche?” You repeated, now glaring at your husband.

“Hey, I’ve really been refraining on the bad words ever since Dick joined us,” Bruce argued but you raised your eyebrows in a way that said this wasn’t what you wanted to hear. “Capiche,” Bruce sighed out, knowing he wasn't going to win this fight.

“Master Dick, slow down a little. There’s no need for running,” you heard Alfred’s voice approaching down the hall.

“But Alfred, the baby is kicking!” Dick reiterated.

Your oldest ran in the living room, his hand firmly holding Alfred’s who tried to keep up behind him.

“I heard you the first ten times, Master Dick, the baby will still be there no matter how fast we get there,” Alfred argued.

“Yeah but it might stop kicking,” Dick said and the two sat on the couch to your unoccupied left.

“Don’t worry chum, the baby’s still kicking,” Bruce told him while looking fondly at your belly.

“Please Alfred, feel the baby,” you said to your butler with an inviting smile, grabbing his hand that rested on his knee and gently squeezing it. “We want you to be part of this moment too.”

Alfred’s hand joined the others on your bump and the old man smiled at you and Bruce as he felt the tiny bumps moving around under your skin. “This is sensational.”

“Isn’t it?” You smiled back at him, content to have everyone you wanted to share your baby’s first kicks with.

Your little family of five (soon-to-be six) remained on the couch until the baby grew tired and stopped kicking, much to Dick and Jason’s dismay. Alfred went back to his tasks, the boys to their laptop and book, and Bruce wrapped his arm around your shoulder as you cuddled next to him, watching over your children and just enjoying the normalcy of this Sunday afternoon.

Domesticity used to be rare at the Wayne Manor, but not anymore. And you, for one, were very happy about it.

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Can I request a Remus Lupin x single mum!reader fic please where they're best friends, completely in love with each other and remus is practically acting as your child's father, and while everyone around you know this, you and remus have no idea. Thank you 💝

I actually had a lot of fun with this one, thank you for the prompt! I hope I did it justice <3

Remus Lupin x single mum!reader who's maybe not as single a mum as she thought [1.8k words]

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CW: kid fic, reader and remus are oblivious, fluffy and hopeful ending

“Moony!” 

The little girl’s squeals brought an instant smile to Remus’ face, and in record time he was crouched down with his arms open wide as she collided into his chest with an ‘oomph’.

“There’s my girl!” He cheered, stamping a kiss to her head. “How are you, cariad?” 

“Mummy said if I was good, maybe we could have a sleepover?” Isla asked, folding her hands under her chin and tilting her head at Remus in a way he knew he’d never say no to, though hoped to all hell she never figured out.

“Well that should be easy, yeah? You’re always good!” He replied, earning him more excited squeals before she went running into the living room to play with Harry and Luna.

“Cut the shit, Lupin.” You muttered fondly as you hung your daughter’s jacket as well as your own, shooting him a wink.

“You cut the shit; claiming my girl is anything short of perfectly well behaved always.” He volleyed, quickly accepting your friendly peck on the corner of his mouth before you moved around the room to do the same to the others. 

“Oh yeah,” you muttered dryly, “she’s real perfect when she throws a fit in the middle of the frozen section at the shops because I deigned to tell her we had ice cream at home already.”

“No, again?” Remus tsked. “She must have just been having an off day - growth spurt, perhaps?”

“Yeah there’s gotta be an excuse, Trouble, Isla’s perfect.” Sirius called, shooting Remus a playful smirk from his seat across the table. “Moony raised her well.” 

“Like we should expect anything less of Remus’ daughter, yeah?” James agreed, earning a round of laughter from the table. 

You rolled your eyes  at the usual teasing with a shake of your head as you sat down, though Remus thought he noticed a small look of bashfulness cross your face as you refused to look at him. 

“I can’t take any credit; she is her mother’s daughter.” Remus argued. 

“S’probably why you like her so much.” Lily taunted as she brought the drink in her hand to her lips. 

“Who?” You and Remus parroted, both smiling shyly at the other. 

Regulus snorted. “Take your pick.” 

“Okay, what the hell is going on?” Remus finally demanded, looking around at his friend skeptically. “What are you all on about?” 

“Cut the shit, Lupin.” Sirius taunted, echoing your earlier sentiments. “The two of you are practically a married couple coparenting that kid. The only thing either of you fail to do is admit how terribly in love with each other you are.” 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You offered primly, crossing both your arms and your legs as you leaned back in your seat and looked at Sirius defiantly. 

“No? How often do you and Remus have sleepovers?”

“Remus and Isla have sleepovers.” You corrected.

“And where do you sleep on these ‘Isla Moony’ sleepovers, hm?” James queried, cocking an eyebrow at you.

“Is it, perhaps, in Moony’s arms?” Sirius continued when you refused to provide an answer.

“That was one time.” Remus argued then, accounting for the time that you and Remus had fallen asleep in each other’s arms on the sofa after putting Isla to bed, only to be found the following morning by Sirius who showed up wondering why the sod wasn’t answering his texts. 

Sirius made a ‘hm, kay’ sound that sounded nothing short of disbelieving as he shared a look with James that screamed ‘can you believe this guy?’ 

It’s not that Remus didn’t love you or your daughter with his entire being. But it's never what you had needed from him; it’s not what you needed him to be.

You’d found out you were expecting and the father [or, as Remus referred to him, the donor] wasn’t interested in being involved, and you needed a friend; Remus was that for you. 

He helped you move into your own place, but so did Sirius and Lily. They all threw you a baby shower. They all took turns helping you once Isla was born, though Remus admittedly ended up taking more “shifts” once you healed and formed a schedule with the wee bairn, but that was only because James and Lily had their own, and Remus had the most flexibility with his job. 

At least, that’s what he told himself. 

But he did sort of love you and Isla. He loved your determination and perseverance. He loved that you were ready and capable to do it on your own but were also willing to accept help from the people who cared about you, and did so with no shortage of grace. He loved the way you were steadfast in your mission to ensure your daughter was surrounded by no shortage of love. He loved how you managed to lead with kindness always but never hesitated to put any of them in their place when they needed it. He also loved your eyes and your smile and your hugs and the sound of your voice. But he mostly loved the way your eyes fell soft when they looked at him, or how your smile seemed to widen whenever you caught him smiling back, or how you seemed to put an impossible amount of yourself into your hugs when you could tell he needed to be held just a little tighter, just a little longer, and he loved the sound of your voice the most when it was directed at him. 

He loved that Isla was completely and utterly you, from the way she looked to the way she spoke. She was your little doppelganger through and through, but he also loved getting to watch your little mini-me grow and develop into her own little person, too. He loved learning her opinions and preferences, he loved watching her interact and play and even fight with Harry and Luna. He loved getting to teach her how to read, he loved gently rocking her to sleep every night as a babe whilst he read Goodnight Moon. He loved that - though he didn’t name her - she named him; Moony. 

But had he really been so obvious? This entire time? 

“Whatever you guys say.” Sirius relented as he raised his hands up in mock surrender. “But the longer you two hold out, the more money you all make me.”

“You bet on us?!” You and Remus chorused again, and Regulus actually let out an inelegant bark of laughter at that.

“Christ, the two of you are so predictable.” Lily giggled as she stood to go see what the squabbling among the kids was about in the next room.

“Yup.” James agreed shamelessly. “Peter bet that by Isla’s first birthday that the two of you would have at the very least been living together already.” 

“Marlene bet that the next pregnancy announcement would be Y/N’s, and that you’d have been the father.” Sirius continued, and you choked on the sip of water you’d just taken just for something to do.

“Fuck off, the lot of you.” Remus muttered as he pulled you over to him by the leg of your chair before rubbing on your back consolingly until the coughing passed. “You’re gonna kill the girl.” 

“Can’t have that.” Regulus smirked, turning his body preemptively when he heard little feet padding their way over to him, though he kept his mirthful gaze pointed at Remus. “I bet that you’d be official by the end of the year.”

“It’s December already.” You guffawed, and Sirius shrugged his shoulders.

“We still have 25 days.” He replied breezily. 

“I told him he’s not s’posed to shove.” Luna tattled as she climbed onto her godfather’s lap, causing James to sigh a tired “uh oh” as Lily came into the room with a teary Isla on her hip and a little hand in her free one attached to a rather contrite looking Harry.

“What happened, lovie?” You cooed at your upset daughter, though Lily responded first. 

“Why don’t you tell them what you told Auntie Lily in the living room, hm?” Lily asked Isla whilst keeping a somewhat predatory gaze locked on you. 

“I- I want my… my Moony.” Isla whimpered before breaking out into a sob, and Remus thought his heart might have actually split in two. 

“Well for Christ’s sake, Red, give her to her Moony, then.” Sirius scolded, looking between Remus’ outstretched arms ready to embrace the child and Lily’s teasing smile with furrowed brows. “S’even breaking my heart.” 

Isla wasted no time in tucking herself underneath Remus’ chin as he cradled her to his chest, leaning his cheek against the crown of her head as he looked at you. 

You held his gaze. 

“Haz, my man, what happened?” James asked his son.

“I’m sorry…” Harry pouted from his fathers lap. “I didn’t mean to.” 

“We’ve talked about this, yeah? You cannot shove or push; I know you get excited, mate, but we don’t want to hurt our friends.”

“M’sorry.” The boy repeated.

“Did you say sorry to Isla?” James asked, even though Lily was nodding from her place where she reclaimed her vacated seat. Harry nodded too. “Should we maybe apologise again? Offer her a hug, too?”

Harry agreed and jumped down to stand beside Remus. “M’sorry, Isla. I shouldn’t have shoved you.” 

“That’s a good lad; good apologising. What do you say, lovie?” Remus asked Isla who sniffled, looking up at Remus for guidance before she nodded and accepted a hug from the little boy. 

Appeased, the three kids went back to playing under the promise that there would absolutely be no more shoving.

“See, if she had been my kid, she probably would have shoved him right back. But no, of course Moony’s kid would be lovely and sweet and forgiving.” 

“Alright you know what?” You started with a good natured smile on your face as you stood; moving to the bar behind you to pour yourself a drink and sharing a lifted eyebrow with Remus before pouring one for him too. “You’re all a bunch of tossers.” 

“Listen, if you want me to raise your next one, just say the word, Trouble.” Sirius laughed. “But it seems like you and Remus have that all sorted out.” 

You didn’t grace Sirius with a response, but as Remus went to accept the glass you’d poured for him, you held onto it a moment longer, murmuring something that sounded an awful lot like ‘yeah, I think we do.’ 

There was going to be a lot to discuss at your Isla and Moony’s sleepover tonight.

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