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you-know-honey · 2 months ago

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Hanging in Your Hands

Viktor x Fem!Reader

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Viktor finds in you a love that subtly transforms him: without realizing it, he begins to take better care of himself, rest better and relieve his pain, all thanks to the peace you bring him. Finding a way to show you what he could never do with words.

N/A: English is not my native language, feel free to correct me in the comments and I will update it. Remember to share and comment if you liked it. Endnotes.

“Home sweet home…” you hum as Viktor opens the door, letting you in first like a true gentleman. You’re the first to leave your coat on the coat rack and throw your shoes somewhere in the room, walking now much more comfortably towards the kitchen.

Viktor’s home isn’t very big, but it had changed a lot since the first time you went there. Before, everything looked like a scene from the most godforsaken place, with almost no furniture and white morgue lighting. It was hard to convince him that to improve his health he also need to improve his environment. The living room was the largest room, with a functional fireplace, a second-hand coffee table and a sofa so soft it could be a piece stolen from heaven. The kitchen was the smallest, there was no table or chairs, instead there was a breakfast bar and some swivel chairs that you had taken from the academy and that Viktor had fixed. The bathroom started the hallway, followed by his office and finally his room. You had made sure that every room reflected something positive, watering plants or doing crafts like a comfort fairy. Viktor appreciated it, he had told you so many times, he didn't mind that you filled his house with your not so practical decorations, they were your personal brand and he liked it, besides spending all that time decorating, painting and remodeling gave him more reasons to love you, to get to know you perfectly and be fascinated by what he found in your being. Without you he wouldn't have managed to make his house feel and look like a real home in which to rest.

Viktor removes his jacket with precise movements. His long, deft fingers slide the dark fabric over his shoulders, revealing the impeccable shirt that sits tight against his slim figure. He folds the jacket carefully, as if he's in no hurry, and lays it over the back of the sofa. His hands move up to the knot of his tie. His fingers, always so precise, pull at the knot with ease, undoing the pressure around his neck. The gesture, so mundane to him, has a strange effect on you, an electric current running through your body. As if that weren't enough, the top button of his shirt unbuttons under his touch, revealing just a flash of skin on his pale neck. His breathing seems to relax instantly, as if the small adjustment brings him some comfort.

Viktor exhales softly, running a hand through his messy hair, unaware that this distracted gesture, combined with the shadow of exhaustion on his face, makes him look almost unattainable, like a work of art that doesn’t realize its own beauty. You feel trapped in a magnetic web that he doesn’t even know he possesses.

“That was sexy,” you mutter to yourself as you rummage through some food in the fridge.

“Excuse me?” His low voice echoes behind you, you have no idea how he moved so fast, his tone is incredulous, and his eyebrows arch slightly.

You shrug, trying to look casual as you turn to look at him, even though you know your face is probably burning. “What I said. You’re sexy. Especially when you do that without realizing it.”

His brain shuts down for a moment, processing the bold comment. “Don’t joke with me…” he finally says, leaning his cane against the fridge and trapping you in a bear hug, your hands quickly returning his, feeling the medical corset under his shirt.

“I’m not joking,” you insist, your words crashing against his bare torso, causing him to shiver slightly, which only makes his arms draw you closer to his body. “Is it so hard to believe?” you can hear his heartbeat quicken.

“Stop it…” he replies with his lips on your head.

“Too shy to receive compliments?” in his defense you are being a little more daring than usual.

His arms pull you closer to his body as if that were possible, it is clear that he wants you to stop talking, he laughs when he feels you squirm in his arms as if you are complaining.

“Y/N…” he tells you with that tone that you know is a warning, although it is not serious, you know he is having fun.

You sigh and he loosens his hug a little, enough so that you can rest your chin on his chest.

“Shall we make dinner together?” you ask, Viktor leaned in slightly, his eyes half-lidded in a warm gesture, and brushed the tip of his nose against Y/N’s in a gentle movement, barely a whisper of contact. It was an intimate exchange, full of affection and closeness, that spoke louder than any words. It was as if they shared a secret, a moment just for them, full of warmth and sweetness.

“Sure.”

Making dinner together is a very big word for what really happens in that kitchen, you prepare everything and force him to sit behind the breakfast bar to prove that everything is on point once you start the dinner. Viktor is not afraid to admit that he does not know how to cook anything other than toast and sandwiches. The kitchen is his war zone and the oven is the enemy he has yet to overcome, luckily he has you and by the time the timer in the shape of a pigeon reaches zero his stomach growls with eagerness.

“Taran!” you proudly take the lasagna out of the oven, the warm aroma fills the whole house and both of your stomachs growl desperate for food. “How is it?” you look at him expectantly.

Viktor runs his face over the steaming mold, it looks good and smells good “It’s perfect…” although he could perfectly refer to you instead of the lasagna.

“Go to the sofa, I’ll bring the dishes in a second.” still with your gloves on you push yourself over the breakfast bar to give him a chaste kiss on the lips. Cooking always puts you in a good mood, but seeing that he likes what you cook is a reward on another level.

As you serve the plates and accompany it with something to drink, you watch Viktor’s silhouette walk towards the sofa, he limps a little but that gives him a certain charm because he no longer does it in pain, the way he sits, the way he sighs as he leans his back against the back of the sofa, the way he tilts his head to look at the fire. Everything about him seems like a work of art to you, from the veins that run through his pale, thin hands, his moles that you’re sure must be a constellation in the sky, his eyes that remind you of fresh honey in a virgin forest, his laugh, secret but beautiful like the whistling of rivers in the distance. You love him like you have no idea. Thinking about him revives your spirit, releases unbridled currents of adrenaline that die for him, to reach him, to be in his arms and stay there forever.

“Enjoy” he says when he leaves the dinner on the coffee table, letting you fall on the sofa. Using a blanket to cover you both from the cold.

“Enjoy” he answers, using his arm to pull your figure closer to him and rests his head on yours.

You both eat in silence, not because you have nothing to talk about, just that your stomachs really need that lasagna, you are focused on Viktor’s plate, but this time it doesn’t seem like your tactics are needed to get him to finish eating, he really razes the plate with emotion, something that makes you feel proud. With a full stomach it’s easier to think of something to talk about.

“How about a plant?” You ask, resting your head on his chest, there’s something about his heartbeat that works better to relax you than the ocean sound records on the record players next to the window.

“A plant? Where?” he asks with a playful tone “There are already many at home.” he mentioned, pointing with his gaze to the shelf above the fireplace, full of cacti of different sizes.

“For the lab…something small with green leaves maybe with flowers...” He can hear the small tone of excitement in your voice.

Viktor looked at you curiously. “What do you want it for?”

“For you. The doctors say plants help reduce stress.”

He smiled, a wonderful expression on his face. “Do you think a plant can handle that place?”

“I have faith in it. Just like in you.”

He takes a few seconds to look at you, there is tenderness in his gaze. He is not good with plants, in fact he agreed to have cacti only because they were easy to take care of since basically nothing happened if he forgot about it for a few days, a plant like the one you wanted requires more care but… he is not willing to say no to you, if you want it that way that will be and he will take care of that plant better than anyone else.

“A plant it is then.” He sighs. His figure moves beside you, before you know it he’s picking up the plates.

“Leave the plates, I’ll wash them,” you say, quickly getting up from the couch as Viktor begins to stack the cups and plates on the coffee table.

“No need. I’ll do it,” he replies calmly, already focused on the task. His hands move with the same precision he uses in the lab, carefully stacking each plate to keep them from falling.

“Viktor, I’m your guest. You can’t wash the dishes,” you insist, stepping forward to take the plates from his hands.

He raises an eyebrow, his expression reflecting a mix of amusement and stubbornness. “Guest? You’ve been here so many times that I could claim my bedroom. There’s no point in arguing this.” You reach for the last plate, but Viktor pushes it away with a swift movement. “It’s just a small task. It’s nothing complicated.”

“But—”

“There are no ‘buts’.” He gives you a look, serious but not harsh. It’s more like a silent declaration of victory. “I’ll take care of it.”

Resigned, you sigh and cross your arms, watching him from the couch as he stacks the plates like a jenga and heads toward the kitchen. However, as he stands up with the stack of plates in his hands, he suddenly stops halfway.

For a moment, you don’t understand what’s going on. His back is slightly bent, his posture rigid. Then, he turns his face slightly toward you, his lips pressed into a tight line.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, moving closer with concern.

“A small… inconvenience,” he says in a tone that tries to sound calm, although you notice the stiffness in his voice.

You move closer and see the reason: one of the glasses is dangerously tilted, about to fall. His hands are too busy holding the others and holding onto the cane; moving just a millimeter could lead to disaster.

“Let me help you,” you offer with a smile you can’t help.

“No. It’s under control,” Viktor insists, although his tone lacks the firmness it had before.

“Sure? Because you look like you’re a second away from creating an experiment on the fragility of ceramics.”

His lips curve into a slight smile, but his attention remains fixed on the plates. With a quick but gentle movement, you slide your hands over to catch the wayward glass before it falls.

Viktor shoots you a look, his eyes shining with a mix of gratitude and resignation. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome. Now, can you admit that you need help from time to time?”

He sighs, shaking his head as he continues on his way to the kitchen. “No. But I’ll let you believe it, this time.”

You roll your eyes in response.

“How about I wash them and you dry them?” he offers.

“Fine.”

You watch him sitting at the breakfast bar watching him thoroughly wash each plate, glass, and cutlery, drying his hands on a kitchen towel.

“All yours,” he says as he leaves the kitchen, which is too small for the two of them. “I’m going to go take a shower.”

“Do you want some company?” His figure tenses up like a cat, stopping only to turn around slightly to find a mischievous smile on your face.

“Nice try.” A stifled laugh escapes his lips before he disappears down the hall and it’s not long before you hear the sound of running water.

The dim light of the bathroom bathed the tense lines of Viktor's figure, reflecting his thinness and the sharp features that marked his skin. Viktor took off his shirt with slow, almost mechanical movements. He had always avoided looking at his nakedness in the mirror, the reflection of a weak man made him sick, but this time the mirror gave him a different image. When he took off his shirt he discovered that on his torso his ribs were barely noticeable, his abdomen was no longer sunken and even a tiny roll of fat had formed in the lower part. He was still thin, but when he touched him he felt muscles and not just his bones, his pale skin had taken on more softness and color. The wounds left by his corset had stopped being reddened furrows and were now barely noticeable.

He caressed his neck, slightly hunched, free of tension. The scars on his side, reminders of medical procedures, were no longer like cracks, but just soft marks.

As he unbuttoned his pants, he braced himself with one hand on the wall for balance. His outer brace trembled slightly. With a methodical movement, he removed the metal piece, carefully setting it aside, as if it were an extension of himself that he could not despise.

He felt like a different person, naked in front of the mirror, admiring a more vivid reflection of himself, his hands running over his muscles that were once tired and sore, now looking strong and energetic. He smiled a little, hesitantly. For the first time, he liked what he saw in the mirror and he knew who he had to thank for that.

Steam began to fill the room as he adjusted the water to hot for the comfort of his leg. Once naked, Viktor stood still for a moment, letting the moisture envelop his skin. His body, although marked by a certain fragility, radiated an unbreakable strength, feeling each scar with something other than disgust for the first time in a long time. His eyes closed, enjoying that shower like no other.

After finishing putting away the dishes, you peeked into the hallway. You found him sitting on the bed, wearing baggy pajama pants and his shirt covering his naked torso, his head in his hands and his eyes fixed on his leg. His posture was rigid, filled with a tension that you could almost feel in the air.

You didn't say anything at first, because you knew that what he needed wasn't words, but company. You approached silently, crossing the hallway and sat down next to him, placing a hand on his good knee.

"Does it hurt?" you finally asked, your voice barely a whisper.

Viktor nodded, not raising his head. "A little. There are times when... it feels like it's never going to go away." He internally cursed himself, the whole day had passed without problems, with barely any discomfort, he didn't understand why the pain decided to attack him right now, it was as if it was mocking him.

Your chest tightened at his vulnerability. You knew how much he hated showing weakness, even with you.

"Let me help…"

He stared at you for a moment, as if considering your words. He finally nodded with a sigh. You knelt in front of him, placing his leg over your lap, pushing his pajama bottoms up to his thigh, your cold fingers giving him goosebumps where you touched them. The internal mechanism of the device on his leg was simpler but no less aggressive, as you removed the straps you could hear small gasps coming from Viktor’s mouth, his hand crumpling the sheets beside him, his skin reddening as the pressure of the device disappeared. Once the device was off you followed the usual nightly ritual, sliding your hands up his leg, applying pressure to the right spot and massaging the tense muscles in his leg and foot, you were precise, almost surgical, as you moved your hands up his leg with extreme gentleness. At first his muscles were tense but slowly you felt them relax under your touch. Finally, the tense grimace changed to a placid, lazy expression of relief as the pain faded.

"Better…" he murmured after a while. His voice sounded calmer.

“See? I’m good at this.” you said as you stood up to sit beside him on his bed.

He laughed softly, his low, warm laugh filling the space. “Maybe I should hire you as my personal physical therapist.”

“You couldn’t pay me enough.” you teased, giving him a soft poke on his nose. “But lucky for you, I do this because I care about you.” Your hands slid down his back, taking the shirt with you, exposing his medical corset. It took you a little more technique to remove it, a couple of twists here and the movement of the levers on his shoulder blades were enough to make the heavy structure give way, pulling it over his head and leaving it on the floor under the nightstand. Your hands caressed his bare back, his skin pale as sweet milk and warm as the first rays of the sun in the day.

He took your hand then, bringing it to his lips to place a soft kiss on your fingers and murmur against them, “How lucky I am…”

“You have no idea…” you said, sliding your hand up his arm to his cheek. He looked totally sleepy but willing to simply adjust his posture and have your lips meet his in a slow, delicate brush, more sensation than intention. His messy hair falling over his forehead, tickling the bridge of your nose.

Without saying anything, his fingers slowly slide up your cheek, warm and a little clumsy, as if even in his sleepy state he wanted to make sure he touched you carefully. His thumb traces a small circle against your skin, and his lips, barely curved in a lazy smile, murmur your name, so low it almost seems like a sigh.

You lean into him, unable to resist the closeness he himself seeks. Viktor, so practical and rational during the day, now seems completely given over to the moment. The whole world had been reduced to that single point of contact.

There is no rush in the kiss, only a sweetness heavy with tiredness, as if sleep were pulling at him but he couldn’t help but stay with you a little longer. His lips are warm, soft, and his breathing, calm but irregular, mixes with yours.

When the kiss breaks you don’t know how, but you’ve ended up lying on the bed, his lips barely separating from yours, staying so close that you can feel the heat of his breath against your skin. His eyes half-closed, they look at you with a softness that melts any thought.

“I have a gift for you…” his voice is barely a whisper against your lips “Can you bring my bag please?” he asked, dragging one of your locks of hair behind your ear. You close your eyes, you're so comfortable that you don't want to separate from him. "Honey... please..." his words completely disarm you, the air leaves your lungs and you have to drag him back inside, it's the first time he calls you that...

You didn't expect it, you don't know what to do or say next. "I... amhmm... I... will go get your bag..." you murmur unsurely as you basically flee the room with your heart racing. You may have heard Viktor's giggle behind you but maybe it was just your nerves playing a bad joke on you.

When you returned with the bag to the room Viktor has lifted his torso from the bed and holds a small package wrapped excellently in ornate paper in his hands. You crawl to his side on the bed, cautiously dragging his bag, was sending you for it, a trick?

The air in the room is charged with a quiet expectation as Viktor leans forward slightly, holding a box wrapped in dark, elegant paper. His fingers, always careful, seem a little tenser than usual, as if the act of handing you the gift is more intimidating than he imagined.

“This is for you,” he says, his voice low but firm, though you notice the slight tremor in his words. He hands it to you, but doesn’t look directly at you; his eyes fixate on some indefinite spot, as if he’s not entirely sure how you’ll react.

You take the box, feeling the unexpected weight in your hands. You watch him, searching for some clue in his expression, but Viktor just crosses his arms, adopting a posture that could be interpreted as casual, though his slightly stiff shoulders give it away.

“Open it,” he murmurs, and his eyes finally meet yours, shining with a mix of nervousness and something deeper, something you can only describe as affection.

As you open the paper, you discover a retro-designed camera, impeccable, with a simple elegance that suits him perfectly. You blink, surprised, as he leans over to turn it on. Before you can ask, his hand rummages through his bag, showing you the small Hextech gem and to your utter astonishment he places it inside the camera mechanism. The room lights up for a moment before Viktor presses a button and the magic begins.

At first, music is the first thing you can hear, then like real magic you see a series of hologram images all around the room: you and him together at different moments, some captured in secret, others you remember clearly. Laughter, glances, small everyday gestures. Then, the photos change to your favorite things: books, landscapes, objects you love, letters you’ve never read written in his own handwriting, every detail carefully collected.

And then, his voice.

“My name is Viktor and…” he begins, his tone deep but soft, with that meticulous cadence that characterizes him. “This is for my dear Y/N. A record of shared moments, of laughter, of everything you represent to me, of everything she is and everything she have allowed me to be.”

Your eyes glaze over as the images continue: your first photo together, a romantic poem, even the portrait of you both that an artist had made on your first date after leaving the hospital, your favorite flowers, things only someone in love would choose.

“It’s an archive of memories,” his voice continues, “but also a reminder to me. That no matter how chaotic the world is, there’s always beauty in the small moments. And in all of these moments, there’s her.”

When the voice ends, the silence that remains is overwhelming, laden with emotions you can’t put into words. You look up at Viktor, who now seems unable to meet your gaze, his cheeks totally red.

“I wasn’t sure if it would be too much.." he admits, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “But I thought… maybe you’d like it. You’ve done so much for me…”

You lean into him, setting the camera aside, and wrap your hands around his neck. “Too much?” Viktor, this is perfect...”

His lips curve into a small but genuine smile, and even though he tries to hide it, you can see the relief and joy in his eyes. This gesture, so meticulous and full of love, is irrefutable proof of how much you mean to him.

The weight of what you just saw is still present in your chest, warm and overwhelming. The camera is off to the side, forgotten for the moment, because now all your attention is on him. Viktor is still in front of you, clearly nervous but trying to keep his composure, as if you don’t know how to handle your emotions at this moment.

“What’s wrong?” he asks quietly, with that analytical look that never seems to completely fade. But there’s something else in his eyes now: a mix of vulnerability and hope, as if he’s not sure if his gift had had the impact he expected.

You don’t need words to answer him.

You move toward him in one motion, your hands gripping the sides of his face before he can react. His skin is warm beneath your fingers, and for an instant, you can feel his breathing hitch, caught between wonder and anticipation.

“You’re amazing,” you murmur against his lips, and before he can process it, you kiss him.

The kiss is urgent, charged with everything you feel and everything you can’t put into words. It’s like you want to tear down any remaining doubts he might have about how much you love him. Your lips move with a desperate hunger, as if you’re seeking to etch into him every emotion he’s provoked in you.

It takes Viktor a second to react, but when he does, he kisses you back with equal intensity. His hands, ever careful, grip your waist, pulling you closer to him as if he needs to have you closer. There’s no longer any shyness in his movements, only the restrained passion of someone who’s been waiting for this moment without realizing it.

His breathing is fast, ragged, and you can feel his lips tremble slightly against yours, not out of insecurity, but from the torrent of emotions that overwhelms him. One of his arms wraps around you, while his other hand moves up to tangle in your hair, holding you with a firmness you’ve never felt from him before.

When you finally part, you’re both breathless. His eyes, normally calm and focused, now shine with a mix of wonder and devotion. His lips are red, and a smile, small but sincere, forms on his face.

“I wasn’t expecting that,” he says, his voice huskier than usual.

“Did it bother you?” you ask, still panting, your hands still on his face.

“Disturb me?..” Viktor lets out a soft laugh and shakes his head, his forehead touching yours. “I couldn’t. But… I might need another demonstration to be completely sure.”

His playful tone, combined with the way he looks at you, makes your heart race again. “Cheeky…” Without saying a word, your eyes drift to the camera still resting to the side. You take the camara with firm but hurried hands, turning it on as he looks at you with a mix of curiosity and confusion.

“What are you doing?” he asks softly, tilting his head.

“I want this saved too,” you reply with a mischievous smile, holding the camera in the air, above the both of you.

Before Viktor can react or say anything else, you lean towards him again on the bed, capturing his lips in a kiss filled with all the love you feel. This time, the kiss is more confident, more determined, as if you both know exactly what you mean to each other.

With the camera in one hand, you press the button, the click barely perceptible between the racing beat of your heart and the soft whisper of his breath against your lips.

When the kiss ends, you both stand there, foreheads together, sharing a soft laugh, as if the simple act of capturing that moment makes it even more special.

The photo joins the rest floating around the room, and you see the image: the two of you locked in a kiss, your hand holding the camera, his hair a little messy, and his face slightly tilted toward you, as if his entire world is contained in that instant.

“Perfect,” you say quietly, stroking your thumb along the edge of the camera before turning back to him.

Viktor looks at the photo, and though he doesn’t say anything, the soft smile on his face says it all. You grab the camera and add the image to the video, where that photo now sits as part of the collection. One more memory that encapsulates not only who you are, but what you mean to each other.

He looks at you once more, his golden eyes shining with something you could swear is pride. “I think this is my favorite memory so far,” he murmurs, taking your hand delicately, as if afraid the moment might fade away.

And in that instant, you know that no matter how much time passes, that photo—and this kiss—will always be unforgettable.

N/A: I'm sorry for the delay, my dog died and I didn't have the strength to do anything other than be in bed. I really hope you like it and it was what you expected.

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daengtokki · 26 days ago

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𝒻𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓇𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓃

Kim Seungmin x gn!reader

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wc: 1.2k

rating: domestic fluff

comments: inspired by this photo and comment on Pinterest!

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Well?

His voice is far away, even though he’s inches from you. The solid concrete beneath your feet and the cool breeze on your face are all you can fully perceive now, because everything that’s happened in the last few weeks has been overwhelming—too good to be true. A nudge against your hand brings you back, and your eyes finally move from the house to him, to his wide, toothy smile. “Well…”

The smile drops a little, and he bites down softly on his lips as the keys jingle in his hand. “I know it doesn’t look like much on the outside yet.”

“That doesn’t matter to me, pup”

“I know, but once we make it ours it’ll feel good. It’ll look good. Mostly I…uhm…” Seungmin has a very specific expression when he’s thinking too hard. His cheeks puff out, and he slowly lets out the breath he’s holding. “I just want it to be us.”

The floorboard creaks when you step over the threshold, and you can hear his laugh as he follows closely behind. The damp, dusty smell isn’t really that bad, but it certainly will need work before you can light a fire and camp out in the living room. The idea of that does sound nice, though—a little cheesy and cliche, but cheesy and cliche with Seungmin has gradually become your favorite thing. “Let’s open some of these windows.”

Seungmin does have good taste, and he has a good sense for just about everything. It didn’t take you long to figure that out after you met him. Opening a window on one side of the house sends the wind straight in, and when he opens one on the opposite side, it moves out. The damp, dusty smell quickly goes with it, replaced by the sweet smell of flowers outside. You’re certain he knew the floorplan allowed for such a nice cross breeze.

His voice echoes in from the kitchen… “everything should be on,” until he peeks around the doorway. “Electricity, and water.”

“Is the fireplace clean?”

“The fireplace? I’m not sure, but I can find out…why?”

“Just wondering. Okay, give me the tour!”

He grabs your hand and pulls you toward the kitchen, which is a little small, but bright with natural light. “I know we don’t usually have much time for cooking. At least not for each other, and not together.”

The look he gives is cute and sad all at once. No, he’s not home as often as you’d like, but you’ve gotten used to it, and you jumped into this knowing that would be the case. The more time you spent with him, the harder and easier it became—easier because as long as you knew he was yours, time and distance away was nothing compared to him finally coming home. You never get tired of him thinking he’s sneaking into the apartment, and then into the bedroom. He’s careful and quiet as he undresses, tiptoes to the bathroom to shower and brush his teeth, and gently crawl into bed. But he’s only really surprised you twice.

“But I think it’s big enough for when we do”

“It is. I can finally put your coffee bar together just how you want it.”

He smiles and pulls you again, this time past the bathroom, “this is the small one, no shower.”

“We have two?”

“Yeah, and the laundry room is here. Or it will be after some remodeling.”

“A laundry room?”

Seungmin stops to pull you in for a hug, “no more up and down the elevator and hoping there’s a free washer.” He keeps you there for a long moment, yawns loudly, and he squeezes even tighter when it ends in a long sigh. “Sorry.” He’s on a very short holiday to get too many things done, including finally showing you his very impulsive purchase. It’s the most un-Seungmin-like thing you’ve known him to do.

“Promise me you’ll get to bed early tonight.” You melt into the kiss he places on your temple—his okay, I’ll try. His laugh shakes you a little, because he knows you’re his worst enabler when it comes to staying up late. “Show me the bedroom”

You’re spun around until he can guide you down the hallway, and you stop in front of the only closed door. “Bedroom,” he whispers and turns the knob. The inside is much bigger than you were expecting, judging by the rest of the rooms. It’s bigger than your current bedroom, and something about it feels warmer, and much more cozy despite the rough hardwood floor; walls of old, peeling wallpaper, and the bare windows. The empty bed frame sits waiting for a new queen sized mattress. “This is nice, Minnie.”

“Yeah? It’s not too small, or boring?”

“Boring? No, it’s not boring. It’s perfect.”

He walks you inside and heads toward the corner of the room, “perfect?” Seungmin grabs a piece of loose wallpaper and pulls until it tears away. “Maybe it is too much work…” then reaches and picks up the receiver of the dusty rotary phone left behind by the previous owners—still plugged into the wall, but dead.

“It will be some work, but I’ll take that over something already fixed up for someone else. I want a house with you, and it’s gonna be ours. All ours. When you’re not home, I want it to feel like you’re still here with me.”

Seungmin is smiling, and you think he might be blushing from what you can see from this angle. His hand falls to the rotary dial, pushes into the zero, and spins it the whole way around. He’s not always good with romance and the things he feels, but you know where he stands with you. This house is more than enough to tell you, and you didn’t even need this to know. “If you’re happy and comfortable here, maybe I’ll feel less guilty when I’m away for too long.”

You want to tell him he’s not allowed to feel that way, but you have before and he continues to be plagued by the thought. If this eases that, even a little, then it’s worth all the work. “The sooner we start, the sooner we can move in and give these walls something to look at.”

He turns to you again—smile growing, blush spreading, and reaches out until you move toward him. “We don’t have to wait until then.”

Touch; that’s his second favorite way of showing affection, right behind giving. Your favorite things from him are cute and simple, sometimes a little silly, so this gift was unexpected. He slides his hands around your waist, kneads gently into the small of your back, and leaves you waiting for a moment while he searches your eager face. “Right?”

“Right…” Seungmin loves to tease. He keeps you waiting, even as you pull him down and strain yourself to get closer. “Pleease.”

A quick look around the room, as if the walls really are watching, and he finally presses his lips against yours. One soft peck, and then another. “We can start working on things tomorrow, if you want.”

“How about tonight? If the heats works. Or even if it doesn’t…we don’t need it.”

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hometoursandotherstuff · 1 year ago

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Neat and different 1957 mid-century modern split level in Louisville, Kentucky has 3bds, 2.5ba, $244,900. You gotta see the kitchen.

A checkered floor in the open entrance protects the living room's wood floor from outside dirt.

Because it's a split level, the layout is different from the usual ranch style MDM. It has a sunny living room with a fireplace wall.

Enter the dining room thru the living room. It's not huge, but it's cute.

The kitchen is big enough to fit either a table or an island, but this kitchen is 100% original.

They painted the original cabinets to match the floor. But, look at that vintage pink oven.

This is incredible. How does it still work?

For its time, this was the height of modernism- a push-button electric cooktop. That panel is real chrome, you can see how it's pitted.

I guess you have the option of using the top or bottom buttons, but this was absolutely space age and high end.

Even the exhaust hood is original.

The blue fridge is vintage. I bet that little freezer has to be defrosted.

The bedrooms are upstairs. This must be the primary bd. b/c it's pretty big.

This bathroom was updated.

Bedroom #2 is a very good size, too.

This large room is being used as a home office, but it's a nice big 3rd bedroom, too.

This bath is original except for the new tub.

How this lasted, I don't know, but it's the original toothbrush/cup holder and when you push it, it turns and hides in the wall.

In the basement is a very large rec room or, as it used to be called, the rumpus room. (Let the wild rumpus begin!)

Since it's so big, it's really a flexible multi-purpose space.

The powder room is down here and it's been remodeled, but they kept the knotty pine paneling.

There's a modern porch in front of the house.

And, in the back, a screened patio with a deck.

The wooded lot is .29 acre.

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#mid century modern homes #MCM architecture #old house dreams #houses #house tours #home tour #homes under $400K

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leftussilent · 2 months ago

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Renovation to RI house. (2025 update)

"Remodel existing kitchen and create new bathrooms

new addition aproximately 16×24 for bedroom"

architect and contractor are linked below, not that they will post anything but i like to see their previous work either way.

2025 update - new electrical permit for $65,000.

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winterspiderpurrs · 7 months ago

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Peter, while loving science and technology with dreams of working for SI or Oscorp. He always dreamed of owning a place upstate. Some place quiet and could feel like home. He could still go into the city whenever he wanted. Maybe he would work remote there. That would be the dream.

So after saving,applying for grants to work on projects, creating several patents. He was able to get a small place that needed a decent amount of work.

He put an ad out

" Fixer Upper: Free Room and Board as long as someone with experience and know how works a minimum of 25 hours a week on fixing. Plumping, Bathroom/Kitchen remodeling, installation of new fixtures, painting, sanding, staining, landscaping, etc."

Peter has had the home for 6 months now. He updated the electricity in the place. Got a generator put in along with a new roof. Thankfully, several of the rooms just needed cleaning. But the rest of the house still needs an update. He has a make shift outdoor shower. That's the 1st thing on the list cause while it's warm out now. He would love to have a bath, and winter is coming, so the plumbing for all the bathrooms needs to be worked on.

A few weeks later, a James ' Just call me Bucky' Barnes shows up with two duffel bags.

#writing prompt #winterspider #peter parker x bucky barnes #au #winterspiderpurrs

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generalrefurbslondon · 3 months ago

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How to ensure your kitchen remodel adds value to your home

A well-planned kitchen remodel can significantly boost your home’s value, making it one of the best investments for homeowners. However, achieving a return on this investment requires thoughtful planning and smart choices. Here are some expert tips to ensure your kitchen remodel adds value to your home.

1. Layout and flow

Efficient flow ensures your kitchen is easy to navigate and enjoyable to use, which buyers find appealing. Aim for the "work triangle" rule, where the fridge, stove, and sink are easily accessible to one another. A functional layout also makes cooking and cleaning easier, adding practical value to the space.

2. Invest in quality materials

Quality materials not only look better but also last longer. Focus on durable countertops, solid cabinetry, and high-grade flooring. Engineered quartz countertops, for example, are both resilient and stylish, while soft-close cabinets bring that premium touch that buyers appreciate.

3. Focus on energy efficiency

Energy-efficient appliances and lighting appeal to environmentally-conscious buyers and help lower utility bills. Choose appliances with ENERGY STAR ratings, and consider installing LED lighting throughout the space.

4. Choose neutral, timeless design elements

Trendy designs date quickly. Choose neutral colours - whites, greys, or beiges - which have broad appeal and allow future homeowners to envision the space as their own. Timeless materials like subway tiles or classic shaker cabinets can ensure the kitchen feels stylish for years to come.

5. Add ample storage

Buyers love storage, especially in the kitchen. Consider pull-out shelves, deep drawers for pots and pans, and built-in solutions for maximum efficiency. Kitchen islands with built-in storage are a great way to add space without compromising on style.

6. Improve lighting

Lighting can dramatically change the feel of a kitchen. Ensure there’s a combination of task lighting, ambient lighting, and accent lighting to create a welcoming, functional space. Under-cabinet lighting can make food prep easier, while pendant lights over an island add a designer touch.

7. Smart kitchens

Modern buyers appreciate technology. Consider adding a few smart kitchen features. Touchless faucets, smart lighting and WiFi-enabled appliances make the kitchen feel more contemporary. These additions are relatively low-cost and enhance the appeal.

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ask-frater-imperator · 6 months ago

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Sub Rosa - a Copia fic

// aka the fic I gave been meaning to post for months now!! Thank you to my beta reader @sist3r-elizab3th and any of my mutuals that I told a while back that I would post it in a few weeks or next month..

There will be a pt 2 when I have my ideas in order and know how to word it properly.

ANYWAYS ENJOY THERES NO WARNINGS/TRIGGERS THIS TIME!! -JK

Copia walked down the long halls of the chapel. He knew he still had to plan remodeling and check up on a few things he was implementing.. so that's just what he did. He walked around with a clipboard in hand, checking off a list and getting recommendations from anyone who wished to speak with him, writing them down.

He eventually finished, returning to his office, taking a break by hanging up a few photos and fanart people had given him over the years.. after all that, he tidied up, flicking the lights of his office off and locking the door.

He walked up to his room, his new one at least.. he was glad he finally got an upgrade from his.. college fraternity looking one. He had a round bed with a dark blue canopy around it, a bit sheer.. but he didn't mind. The only lights he had in his room were electric candles or lamps, the "big light" or "main light" as he called it, was a chandler that had a dimmer.. but he almost never had it on. Most of his stuff still in boxes.. his mother insisted that now he was head of the clergy, everything had to reflect it. His personality, his looks, his office, the chappel itself.. he had full control, and now he needed to act like it.

He even had a bathroom connected to his room, matching the dark blue, black, and gold colors of his room.. he couldn't believe his mother set all this up behind his back, not like it was a bad thing either.

He walked to his bathroom, washing off his paint and fixing his hair.. it was longer now.. a little past his shoulders, he chuckled at it.. he forgot how quick his hare grew. Normally, the people preping him for stage would automatically cut and style it.. but he wasn't Papa anymore. He didn't have that anymore.

He shook his head, shaking the feeling off. He finished washing his paint off, letting his hair stay free for a while.. he decided to get some more work done, unpacking more of his things and organizing them as he put them around his room.

"Ah.. almost..-"

He looked at the boxes and totes that just stacked up.. he didn't even know he had this much stuff.

"..half-way through. Lucifer- I need to get rid of some things.."

He pushed through it all, getting a little more than half done. He tried to push a few totes under his bed, only to be stopped by something.. he reached under, pulling a box out.. it looked old. It was probably wooden from all the carvings on it. He hesitantly opened it, looking within.

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funnelcloudd · 2 years ago

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All architects and interior designers should be forced to work building service for at least a year before they get their degree because these fuckers keep putting too much glass and light colored carpeting and not enough floor sinks and electrical outlets in new/remodeled buildings.

And don’t get me started on those fucking automatic soap dispensers that you have to kneel down on the nasty bathroom floor and go UNDER THE COUNTER to refill.

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misterkingdom · 2 years ago

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FIRST LINES MEME: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag 10 of your favorite authors!

I’m going to divide this between original fiction and Fanfic.

ORIGINAL FICTION:

1. It’s May in New York City which means it’s pissing rain down from the glaucoma grey skies.

2. Jacklyn “Jack” Gilmore flicked her half finished cigarette into the virgin snow at her feet, the red tip of it glowed like a falling star until it hit the ice with a dying hiss.

3. The sky was smudged grey with clouds threatening rain of biblical proportions.

4. Tommy sat in his room, drinking a beer he commandeered from Dad’s liquor cabinet—which was just a fancy way of saying that his father kept the alcohol in the higher cabinets since Tommy was a toddler and didn’t bother to move it when he got a little, a lot taller.

5. The air this high up in the mountains was thin, the wind moving through the castle sounded like the howling of ghosts.

6. Conan James Lynch III’s lips were glittering with spilled beer in the putrid, yellow light of the cheap lamp in the corner of the too small living room.

7. Toodles Galore was a six foot three, beast of a man, with rolling muscles and skin shiny, oiled to perfection. He smelled of something flirty and evilly tempting, like a forbidden fruit drowned in Vodka. His cheap wig was bone straight and white-blonde, contrasting with his midnight skin. His artificial, jean blue eyes were watching The Spaceman with something more intimate than he's felt in a long time, as the man slipped cherry Blow Pop between is full lips. He wore a red, frilly, threadbare, heart red robe with black, black laced panties underneath, holding back an impressive package.

8. The bathroom walls were flamingo pink and hasn’t had any work done since Dylan’s mother remodeled it in the mid-2000s. The floor was checked black and white, smudged with footprints. A red, fuzzy rug peeked out from under the sink. The mirror was dream hazy with the friendly fire of toothpaste as Dylan and his Dad’s toothbrushes rolled around in a dirty glass—black and red, respectively.

The bathroom had the flavor of a seedy motel that charges hourly. Dylan’s mother had always been a Vegas girl, through and through. This bathroom held the one piece of her wild spirit that hadn’t abandoned him when she up and left to live in England with a minor lord she met online nine years ago.

9. Aishwarya Mehta sat behind the office desk, watching the electric blue open sign to the family motel wink. It was sometime between the wolves and the birds, the clock had blinked off hours ago. The front office was eerie and abandoned at night, with only a tinny rendition of Creep by Radiohead interfering with her walkie-talkie keeping her company. Her older brother had snuck off hours ago, probably to sleep in one of the unoccupied rooms.

10. The Spaceman wraps his lips around the brown cock of a sweating, cold, Bud Light. The beer hasn't burned since he was thirteen. The drink slides down, silky as Ella Fitzgerald’s voice.

FANFICTION:

11. The sun rises in her irises like it does over an ocean—all sapphire blue with a sprinkling of gold cradled in them. In their depths lies a coldness and a question: How could someone so disgusting, so lowly dare to touch her? Syril doesn’t have an answer. He just breathes in the scent of jasmine like it’s the last breath of air before he is pulled under into the deep.

(From a WIP starring Dedra/Syril from Andor.)

12. He’s supposed to knock her out but her lips on his were soft as satin and she’s silver in the moonlight.

(From an Until Dawn fanfic starring Josh and Sam.)

13. Cold blew from the river Thames, dragging its icy lips across Widowmaker’s dead face—she can scarcely remember the sensation of skin on skin, but icy tears crawled down her face, the sensation reminiscent of spider legs walking down her cheeks.

(From a Windowmaker/Tracer fanfic.)

14. Dick’s hair had grown long, untamed, black waves cascading down to his pale collar bones. He wore a large army green jacket, jeans, and white sneakers. He sat against the hood of his funeral black 1990 Dodge Charger outside of a diner, smoking a cigarette. He was only lit by the red light of the neon sign bleeding across the parking lot—it’s a good thing Tim has binoculars as he lay on a roof across the street.

(From a Batman-Tim/Dick fanfic.)

15. “You are like the sun—“Namor began.

“Hard to look at?” Shuri joked, trying to drown her nervousness in humor—a familiar situation. It instead forms a rock in the pit of her stomach. It was the type of wordplay that would earn her a soft chuckle from T’Challa. T’Challa wouldn’t approve of this, he’d search the entire ocean for her. But he’s not here, he’s nowhere. He’s dead…and he took the Black Panther with him.

“Radiant.” Namor continued as if she hadn’t spoken. “Come here.”

(From yet ANOTHER Black Panther Namor/Shuri political marriage fanfic. I know there are dozens, which is why I won’t be posting this.)

16. They sent in the social worker when Jason Todd told the first three cops to fuck off. She looked as if she road in on the last bus out of Las Vegas—fried, bleach blonde hair, blueberry eyeshadow, dry lipstick the color of fresh blood, and burnt gold skin with black pupils. She was trying too hard to sound sympathetic. It came out as synthetic. It hurt his ears.

(From a Dick/Jason fanfic.)

17. Elsa Bloodstone didn’t know how she would die but she knew it wouldn’t be in bed, dying easily was not her birthright. The Bloodstone was, however. In pursuit of it, she ended up in a cage with a monster who wore the face of a unassuming, handsome, slightly dopey gent. When she first laid eyes on him, she thought she could eat him for lunch. He didn’t ooze masculinity like the other men crowding the room. He also didn’t want to fight her. She should’ve known he was the most dangerous. It’s always the quiet ones. She took a shuddery breath. He hopes he makes it quick and then somehow devours her stepmother.

(From a Werewolf by Night Jack/Elsa fanfic,)

18. Steven’s body wasn’t a temple—it was a flat and too many people were living in it. Marc is the stereotypical strong silent type but Steven can tell that the little American man inside him was getting antsy. They share a body so all of Marc’s anxiety about all the crazy magic shit is getting to him. Steven had been ignoring Marc but it only seemed to make him louder, like there was a megaphone blaring in his head.

(From a Moon Knight Marc/Steven fanfic.)

19. The sun was shards cracked by the reaching limbs of trees as they rode along a faint path, in symmetry with the too clear, rushing stream that scattered their reflections. The lush green, towering trees roofing over them, painted their piece of Eden a friendly emerald. The blue of the sky was unbroken by clouds, clear as a polished mirror. The windless, mild weather, spoke of a cool summer, even though the cusps of autumn loomed nearby.

Their Imperial Warmblood was a large animal, bigger than any horse Dorian has ever seen. It was cloud white and named Snowball by Sera. The elf had apparently named every animal they’ve gotten in all of Skyhold. It’s a feat, considering how many creatures Dorian runs to in any given day.

Snowball was followed by Shadow, a large, oil slick black Ferelden horse that Cullen grew attached to. It was trailing at a slower pace, making soft noises that could barely be heard over the light clatter of hooves. Their bags were stacked on the horse like pebbles on a riverbed.

Cullen’s body was a hard, hot weight against him, even through Cullen’s armor and Dorian’s leather. Dorian somewhat felt bad for Snowball, the way they were two bulky men weighing the mount down, but the horse didn’t look like it was a burden.

The commander dragged his finger up Dorian’s side until it reached the underside of his arm. Dorian suppressed a squirm—he was particularly ticklish right under his armpit. He found that out from Iron Bull—while Cullen moved his gloved finger down the curve of Dorian’s bicep. The touch was ghosted, hinting that the commander could be caressing him with the rough pads of his scarred fingers or holding him with his slightly out of true fingers.

Cullen moved his hand until it was splayed on Dorian’s lower belly. Dorian inhaled against the heat pooling in him at a mere placement of the commander’s hands, even through the Dorian’s heavy outfit, and Cullen’s gloves.

Dorian held onto the reins, lest the animal gets startled and paralyzes them both.

“I get the feeling you want something, commander.”

“Is that so?” Cullen’s stubble-itchy jaw scrubbed against Dorian’s freshly shaved one. Both of his hands rested against Dorian’s for a moment before he moved them to Dorian’s navel. Dorian failed to suppress the shudder and the ache where Cullen could be right now if they were to stop in the middle of nowhere.

Cullen inched back before planting one wet kiss in the vortex of Dorian’s neck. The commander held his lips there while sticking his hand into the material of Dorian’s harness and trailing the hot hand until he felt his peck. Cullen’s leather covered thumb caught on the sensitive bud of his nipples. Dorian bit back a gasp as Cullen slid his hand even further down until just the tips of his fingers brushed Dorian’s cock. Dorian failed to swallow his groan. He took one of his hands off the reins and pressed Cullen’s hands further down. The commander got one good stroke in before Dorian begrudgingly took Cullen’s hand out of the outfit. He stopped himself from grounding down on the saddle for relief.

“We need to stop, love.” Dorian said. “This is technically bestiality. We need to get off this horse.”

“Get off this horse? I know you’re a hedonist but this is a little much, don’t you think?”

“Oh, you know what I meant.” Dorian said as he pulled the reins. The horse stopped with a soft noise. Shadow got the hint and stop just short of the other mount. Dorian got off the beast slowly and stretched. His thighs hurt from being in that position but Cullen, ever limber, came down with grace.

(A piece of Dragon Age: Inquisition Cullen/Dorian fanfic which I will never post ;__;)

20. “The Supreme Leader respects you like I would a very clever attack dog.” General Hux said. “We could never lose you. I could never lose you.”

Kylo Ren stared up at the general from the hospital bed. His wrist itches and burns but the pain feels faraway. The lights smear into diamonds and Hux is just a black figure far above him.

Kylo Ren’s body feels made out of stone. He feels like an empty vessel for the First Order to pour and pour and pour their hate toward the Resistance, the Republic, the Jedi—everything, until lashed out violently to suit their needs. Now more than ever, he feels like a sick dog on a leash. He believes in the cause but the cause believing in him was the most important thing.

Leia and Han Solo made the decision to send him to Luke Skywalker. He joined the Knights of Ren because of the wise Supreme Leader. He was clay—something to be molded by hard hands. He was mere pieces before he joined the First Order. He was sewn together by their hopes and dreams—a Frankenstein’s monster. The only thing he can take credit for is his mistakes.

If I cannot inspire love, I will cause fear, and chiefly towards you my arch-enemy, because my creator, do I swear inextinguishable hatred.

He now sees that the only substantial decision he’d made in years was to bash his wrist against the bathroom mirror.

Hux pushed one of the three medical droids out of the way. The bot whirled as it fluttered. Hux then took his handkerchief out of his pocket and pressed the stiff, dry material under Kylo Ren’s eyes—were there tears? Hux’s look of cold formality flickers into one of pity.

“So tell me, Ren, were you hoping to die? Is it because you were bested by a scavenger?”

Kylo Ren took a staccato breath. Rey. Rey.

“Well, you don’t get to die.” Hux said. He stuck the towel back into his pocket. He gently cupped the side of Kylo Ren’s face. His leather glove was cold and dry—a barrier between their faux intimacy. He can’t remember the last time he felt skin on his. “You are a tool and I won’t let you die until you’ve served your purpose.”

He wasn’t trying to die but he didn’t mind that death could’ve been a side effect.

Hux traced his thumb along Kylo Ren’s bottom lip.

“Our live are not our own, Ren. We fight and die so something greater can grow in our place. You will do well to remember that.” Hux’s slipped his thumb passed Kylo Ren’s teeth and rested on the tip of his tongue, the fresh leather was chaffing. He pressed down until spit pooled in Kylo Ren’s mouth. The general removed his digit from Kylo Ren’s mouth, leaving a trail of spit ending on his chin. “Are you listening to me?”

Kylo Ren reached beyond the general’s face and crushed one of the medical droid, barely feeling the pinch of electricity or hear the whirring come to a halt. The pieces fall like dirty snow, like fiery meteors, like stars as they sprinkle on him.

Hux smirked.

“Good.”

(From a Star Wars fanfic—Hux/Kylo Ren.) **

The pattern I notice from my original fiction is that it’s all pretty grim and dirty, especially the way I describe scenery to set the mood. I hope I’m not too one note.

The pattern I learned from my from my fan fiction is that it’s a lot of hero/villain and opposites attracting but doesn’t that make it more fun?

I don’t have any writer friends to tag so I tag all of you reading this! If you do it, tag me in it so I can read your writing! Thanks.

#Richard do this with song lyrics #I’m too embarrassed to tag you because this gets steamy #writing memes #writing meme #writing #writeblr

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msakintechnicalservices · 2 months ago

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hermithomebase · 1 year ago

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i’m an interior designer! in some states you do not need to have any certification to call yourself an interior designer, so people who interior decorate (which is more surface level stuff. like new furniture, paint colors, etc) call themselves designers when all designers actually have a degree for it so it’s common that the two are mixed up. designers are more involved with construction so we work with engineers (plumbing, electrical, structural and mechanical) for lighting redesigns, bathroom remodels, new kitchens, new layouts, etc. i work at an commercial interior architecture firm and i draw construction document sets so i still help with finishes like paint, flooring, countertops and what not but we also are really involved with remodels or new builds and have to get our plans approved from the city. and then we work with the contractor throughout construction

you have a real human job this complicated and normal and you stan dream. Bro what are they putting in this minecraft water

#prompt.input

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Mckinney Plumber TX

We serve the residential and commercial at Plumber Mckinney TX we have year round services to help you with any plumbing problem.

When you want Texas plumbers who know the ropes, it can be tough trying to find a business that really works for you. If this is a struggle for you, then McKinney Plumber TX is ready to come in and help you out today. We have a team of the best technicians that are very knowledgeable on all of the latest tips and tricks.

Residential and Commercial Plumbing Services Backflow prevention Clogged drain pipe Blocked toilets & drains Burst pipes Septic tank maintenance Kitchen Remodeling and Bathroom Remodeling General handyman and building maintenance work Hot water repairs Electric & gas water heater installation Water heater leaking Kitchen disposals Plumbing Repairs and Installation Leaking taps / pipes / toilets Pipe inspection camera Preventative maintenance Rainwater tanks Residential plumbing maintenance Sewer repairs and renewals Strata maintenance 24 Hour Emergency Plumbing Service New Equipment Installation

Mckinney Plumber TX (972) 914-9067

Address:2875 S Central Expy, Mckinney, TX 75070

Plumbing 24Hour - Mobile Service Near Me Store Hours: All Days 6 am : 8 pm

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What Does It Cost to Remodel a Kitchen? Set Your - Kitchen Renovation London Ontario

A completed cellar can generally add anywhere from 50% -70% to the worth of the residence! This is a remarkable amount considering it's room that you currently had! Just make sure to be careful when factoring just how much it will cost, normally a great budget plan to skillfully finish a cellar depends on 10% of the worth of the residence. Essex Renovations Limited is a family possessed as well as operated service providing custom residence restorations, remodeling, repairs as well as repairs. Jerome and also his team did an exceptional task building a new deck and also fence for our residence. The professional Harry and his team were extremely considerate functioning outside my home and they are by far the best team I've seen in this service.

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These people finished our basement for us in 2014. It was a modern-day cellar that streamed with the remainder of the ho ... Russell, proprietor driver of Montgomery Renovations came extremely recommended, as well as rightly so. All the appreciation mosts likely to the Cornerstone company as well as their owner.

It was a very large task; a 2 rate deck as well as with a 13x17 cottage design roofing system linked into our existing roof covering, covering the upper part of the deck. If anything came up it was dealt with any kind of dealt with in an efficient and prompt way. An unique mention to Harry and also the staff, they are tough working and also do excellent work. It appears they appreciate what they do and take satisfaction in their job. I have actually already obtained several compliments on the completed item.

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We provide a selection of house improvement services, remodeling, building, and also cooking area restoration services in London, Ontario, and the bordering location. Our services include cooking area improvements, residence enhancements, and a number of much more. You can rely on us to provide you with a magnificently remodelled house in London, Ontario.

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We offer exceptional interior design services to our customers in addition to sketches to aid guarantee that the end result is every little thing you have imagined for your home. We have More than 14 years assisting property owner, cooking areas, shower rooms, cellars and so on. We concentrate on the construction of decks, pool loses/ covered decks, basement renovations, as well as fire places however have the ability to take on other proficient jobs. Given that 1962 Anden has developed a solid track record for market quality. And also it's built that credibility on the structure of high quality handiwork, motivated layout, and also-- most notably-- five decades of satisfied residential and business consumers.

Jerome it was a satisfaction working with you and Harry and also I can't wait to have you guys upgrade our kitchen area in the future. Platinum Award 2021 communityvotes London in the Drywall completing classification. Over 14 years Of experience assisting property owner to finish their drywall projects. Leading trusted household having solution, offering you for over 15 years!

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