#ideal kitchen layout

[bathandkitchenshowroombroomall]

The Kitchen Triangle Layout: A Timeless Design Concept for Functionality and Efficiency

In kitchen design, the concept of the kitchen triangle has stood the test of time as a guiding principle for creating spaces that are not only highly functional but are also aesthetically pleasing. The kitchen triangle refers to the positioning of the primary work areas in a kitchen— the stove, the refrigerator, and the sink — in the shape of a triangle. This layout is designed to optimize efficiency and workflow, offering a range of benefits for homeowners.

Efficient Workflow

At the heart of the kitchen triangle concept is minimizing unnecessary movement between crucial work areas. Placing the stove, refrigerator, and sink near each other allows for a smooth and efficient workflow. Whether you're preparing ingredients, cooking, or cleaning up, the triangle layout ensures that these tasks can be seamlessly integrated.

Time-Saving Design

In a busy kitchen, time is of the essence. The kitchen triangle minimizes the time and effort required to move between essential tasks. For example, when cooking, having the refrigerator, sink, and the stove within easy reach of each other means less time spent navigating the kitchen and more time focused on preparing delicious meals.

Enhanced Safety

Efficiency and safety go hand in hand in a well-designed kitchen. With the kitchen triangle, there's a logical flow to the workspace, reducing the likelihood of collisions and accidents. Whether handling hot pots on the stove or carrying ingredients to the sink, the triangle layout promotes a safer environment by minimizing unnecessary movements.

Zoning for Specialized Tasks

Beyond the basic triangle, the concept can be extended to create specialized zones within the kitchen. For instance, incorporating a prep area with dedicated counter space near the refrigerator allows for efficient ingredient preparation. This zoning approach further refines the kitchen's functionality, tailoring it to the specific needs of the cook.

Adaptable to Different Kitchen Sizes

The beauty of the kitchen triangle lies in its adaptability to various kitchen sizes and layouts. Whether you have a spacious open kitchen or a more compact space, the principles of the triangle can be applied. Designers can scale the triangle to fit the available space, ensuring that even in smaller kitchens, the benefits of an efficient layout are not sacrificed.

Guiding Design Principles

The triangle layout is a fundamental and ideal kitchen layout concept; it doesn't dictate a one-size-fits-all approach. Instead, it serves as a guiding principle that can be customized to one's preferences and needs. Designers and homeowners can use the triangle as a starting point, allowing for creative adjustments that align with the overall design for the kitchen.

Facilitates Social Interaction

The kitchen is a social hub where family and friends gather in modern homes. The kitchen triangle supports social interaction by providing a well-organized space. Cooks can engage with guests without being isolated in a distant part of the kitchen, creating a more inclusive and enjoyable atmosphere.

The kitchen triangle layout remains a cornerstone of kitchen design, offering a practical and time-tested approach to organizing the essential work areas. Its benefits extend beyond functionality, encompassing efficiency, safety, and adaptability to different kitchen sizes. Whether you're a professional chef or a home cook, incorporating the kitchen triangle into your kitchen design can elevate the form and function of this vital space in your home. Need help with your kitchen layout? Visit a local bath & kitchen showroom near you to have a personalized consultation with a professional kitchen designer.

[quilleth]

Ok therapists and what not have long wait lists, but I was given a prescription for adhd meds soo I guess I just start taking them and maybe reach out to the staff counseling service at work until I can get in with someone else to work on the adhd thing.

my pcp wanted me to work with someone to help monitor how the meds are working for me (or not). i'm terrible at journaling, but i guess i can track things here xD

I'm on a low extended release dose but i'm still a little nervous. So far though, I'm noticing my usual morning "i'm tired and need caffeine or i can't be held responsible for my actions" headache is going away. If that's related or just the fact it's already 9:30, who knows lol

[wildgeese98]

We should lean more into the fact that Helen was a real estate agent before she got Distortioned. After Helen takes over, the Distortion hallways should start looking like a really sterile, beige, house set up to be shown to potential buyers.

Endless hallways in various different muted pastel colors. The same three generic paintings repeated over and over.

A maze of open plan kitchens that all lead into each other endlessly. Each identical in layout but with portions and angles slightly off in different ways.

Hallways lined with doors that all lead to the same immaculately neat child's bedroom stretching on and on, seemingly forever.

A living room that seems normal at first but slowly fills with more and more bowls of fake fruit and tasteful flower arrangements.

A house where every room is a lie. Everything set up carefully in a facsimile of a welcoming home but if you scratch the surface you'll find it to be cold and artificial.

That would have been a cool thing to do with her domain in season 5 too. You would easily do something with it about being forced to perform the heteronormative ideals of domestic life or something like that.

[serxinns]

idk if u do angst or not but i love me so good angst so if u dont mind can u do some kiribaku x reader angst plz i would love that thx like they cooking for kiri and bakugo and bakugo complains about how little reader dose and kiri agrees cuz they just kinda stay at home and clean do the laundry and so like after he says that she gets mad so the next day she does nothing and like just reads like doesn't cook for them that night doesn't do there laundry and doesn't clean the house that day and at first bakugo's mad about it and kiri doesn't know what to feel and this go's for a few day and kiri and bakugo have to do everything and the see how hard it is and apologizes to reader! i think it cute

thank you plz dont feel like u have to! i love ur writing

*evil laughter* you fool I AM THE IDEAL ANGST WRITER AND IM A KIRIBAKU FAN IM A YUZUYA FAN AFTER ALL 😈

You were humming along to your favorite song as you were carrying 3 baskets of both your husband's clothes "That's About all of them" you huffed in relief you then grabbed and poured all the bleached cleaning chemicals in there and the clothes and turned on the washing machine "ok so I cleaned the room unclothed the sink and the toilet went and got groceries what else..." you were thinking for a while until a delight smell met your nose

"Man whatever Kats is cooking must be good I might sneak a bite or two.." a mischievous grin started forming on your face you crept out of the laundry room in the halls to where the kitchen to hear Kiri and Katsuki talking, you leaned your ear closer and it seems like they were talking about you

"And then when I came back I saw y/n tried and laying on the couch sleeping like a layout sloth with MY favorite chips in hand! " You giggled as you heard Katsuki angrily rambling on to his other lover Kiri about you slacking off thinking he was still holding a grudge about the snack incident"God I wish she could just do SOMETHING around the house rather than clean and BARELY cooking shes so..LAZY" "bakugo don't be so mean but yea I kinda agree I wish she could do more in the house rather than clean.."

Your heart stung at that very moment tears started to swell up in your eyes you had to carry Kiri's 2000-pound dumbbells when it was delivered at his home which bruised your hands and arms pretty bad, another time you saw permanent stainsmon Akatsuki's hero suit due to a battle with a notorious villain and decided to spend all your savings try and get it off, the more rambling they went on about you being "Lazy" the more angry and hurt you were

You then ran up the stairs and stuffed your face into the pillow and cried softly were you not working hard enough? After all the bruises cuts and money worth nothing? Were you actually Lazy? Thoughts swirled around your head and you lost your appetite you didn't feel like sleeping with them so you grabbed a pillow and blanket and slept in the guest room for tonight, you locked the door making sure they wouldn't barge in

Suddenly a knock on the door alerted you "Hey baby you there why are you in the guest room?" Kiri asked concern filling his voice but you ignored him getting the pillow and putting it on your head, Kiri tried a few more times getting more worried for you so he quickly ran down to get Katsuki about the situation "hèy blast y/n locked herself in the guest room... I think they're ignoring me" katsuki rolled his eyes while brushing his teeth getting ready for bed

"She's probably in her "dramatic bitch phase moods" or whatever she calls it she'll prob get over it in the morning," he said waving it off "but it feels like shes mad at us.. I think we should-" he was cut off by katsuki kissing him on the lips "El they'll be fine I'm sure of it plus she'll prob crawl back into bed without us knowing in the middle of the night now good night" katsuki pecked kiri on the cheek and jumped into bed Kiri took one last Glance in corners and slowly climbed in the bed feeling a bit empty even katsuki felt it so he clung onto Kiri but it was still empty and cold without you

The next morning they woke up and there was still no you, katsuki glanced at the space and rolled his eyes maybe you are mad.. or you woke up early to cook breakfast? Katsuki then took a shower and then got ready, you normally already had his warm dry clothes in the drawers but to his surprise, they were all soaking "Y/N!" He yelled out stomping around to hunt you down for this cruel prank but to find out you already left without their breakfast... only but a note and plain grain cereal saying "Here's your breakfast breakfast 😁"

Katsuki was stunned knowing that you would go all out making them a big breakfast with their drinks and everything decorated Kiri followed behind him yawning he glanced at the table and looked a bit worried "Katsuki what if we did make her upset" Katsuki groaned at his boyfriends whining and turn towards him "she's not mad she's probably was too lazy to do it and even if she was she can't go that far we can outlast her rebellion" he said with confidence

It's been 2 days and it's been hell you weren't lifting a finger for them and both of your boys weren't too pleased with that, katsuki wasn't used to washing clothes so he accidentally mixed the colored clothes with the white clothes which stained some of the white clothes to his annoyance, Kiri was freaking out that there was red hair dye left and he had hero meaning to go and his hair was almost turning black he begged you to go to the store but to his defeat you just stared at him and politely said no and got back to your reading

Katsuki was getting enraged by your sudden behavior so he confronted you with a beaming glare "Oi what's with this shitty attitude your pulling?" "Blasty no!" You tilted your head innocently at the 2 Men "What do you mean I'm doing something" You were about to go back to your read when Katsuki snatched the book and slammed it on the counter you glared at him "I had enough of this shitty attitude woman you have been doing less and less work each day and we're paying the consequences"

you scoffed "But is this what I am right a Lazy bum" Katsuki was about to question you about your statement but then it hit him..the memory of him and Kiri talking about you... "you heard our conversation" you looked over to him as your eyes narrow "at every single last word" Kirishima swelled up with guilt avoiding eye contact with white katsuki was still glaring

"Listen, baby, we're sorry it won-" "Oh don't give me that half ass apology you're gonna have to work for it BIG TIME" "Oh please like we deserve your forgiveness just because you're not doing much" You laughed sarcastically and got in his face

"I bet your ass wouldn't last a week without me doing the housework" "Fine winner gets to use the others credit card for the day and make them breakfast in bed for almost a week" "what!? Bakugan I dont think-" "Deal" you cut off Kirishima as you shook hands with the blond "what have I gotten into"

The next few days were hell! Most of Kiri and katsuki's colored clothes were bleached due to Kiri accidentally putting them in the colored clothes rather than putting them in the white clothes all their clothes were full of dye stains that day while you happily shopped you some clothes,

Katsuki, on the other hand, was worse he didn't have any time to make breakfast or lunch so he went on for the day cranky and hungry having to eat cheap instant ramen in his break and was questioned by fans on why was there Clear dye stain on his suit and kiri got laughed by both his friends and in the agency about his hair drooping and all black colored making his fans chased after him with questions or stating they liked his hair red which was to his annoyance

You watched as the two boys struggled with doing their jobs as you sat there secretly giggling to yourself and talking with your friends on the phone like a form to brag it to them

"Katuki im gonna apologize it's getting too much..." Kiri told Katsuki as he was struggling to mow the lawn (you also do that) "Are you kidding you giving up that easily because she was a" "No Bakugo because I know to feel what's it like its hard, look at you, your struggling to turn on the lawn mower your clothes are stained and we haven't eaten no good meals in over a week I'm tried katsuki and you are too"

katsuki stood they're quietly he didn't wanna admit but it was true it had been torture without you hell even if they kept going like this the whole house would be a disaster but not inky that their relationship would be stained and he didn't want that he truly loved you two even if he doesn't show it and he doesn't mean or intentionally wanna hurt you was he really taking it to far? That's what he made his final decision

"Fine.." Kiri turned slowly turned into smirk a bit "what was that couldn't hea-" "I SAID FINE DONT PUSH IT YOU DAMN ROCK" he chucked putting hands up in defeat "alright alright I heard you thr 1st time kats!" He chuckled as both was finding a way to make it up to you when you got home

You arrived at your home signing it's been a long day for you even tho you barely did anything you had a lot on your mind wondering was too far but were still confident that they needed to learn their lesson!, you got to your doorstep seeing a note that said "come in there's a surprised" in both Katsuki and Eljirou handwriting you raised your brow a bit but curious to know what was the surprise about

You slowly open the door revealing a fancy dinner table with all your favorite foods' petals on the floor what's next to the dish is a small gift right beside it "You look over to see both Your husbands' faces guilt written all over, you narrowed put your hands on your hips pretending to not be happy "so what's all this" katsuki sighed knowing that you were still mad at them which was reasonable "an apology i-no we're sorry for what we say I know this isn't much" you glanced I silently "but we also ran a warm bath for you with your favorite show recorded-"

you cut the men off by tackling them with a hug happy tears fllow "I COULDNT DO IT ANYMORE I HATED THIS CHALLENGE" Kiri's face was starting to swell up in tears as well "ME NEITHER" Both you and Kiri cried dramatically while Katsuki stood there genuinely smiling and chuckling a bit

"What are you laughing at blasty" glaring playfully at the blond who was on the edge of wanting to bust out laughing at his partner's dramatic performance

"Nothing" he smirked he was just glad everything was back to normal "So who wanna watch (favorite show)"

[goldenseresinretriever]

One Man’s Trash

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Part of the San Diego Dogfighters universe but can be read as a stand-alone

CW: Angst, fluff, suggestive language, medical inaccuracies, hockey inaccuracies etc. No use of Y/N.

Word Count: 3.4k

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“Bunny come on, just consider it.”

“Jake Seresin,” you place your hands on your hips and try your best to keep a stern expression on your face as your boyfriend gives you puppy eyes rivaling those of the actual dogs on the screen in front of him. This discussion has been occurring more and more often and you’re starting to feel your resolve slipping. Jake wants another dog. With you so early on in your career, you’d expressed your desire to wait to get married and have kids until you’ve had time to get your feet under yourself, and Jake, ever the respectful partner, had supported and agreed with your decision. An unforeseen side effect, however, was that instead of baby fever, your boyfriend has come down with a severe case of puppy fever. He spent every spare moment looking at shelter websites and showing you photo after adorable photo of puppies up for adoption.

It’s not that you don’t want another dog. You love Pudding but she’s always going to feel like Jake’s dog, no matter how much the two of you love each other, to the point that Jake constantly complains that she likes you more than him. And the house is more than capable of housing another pup. Even with its single-floor layout, the backyard is open to the beach and it's perfect for a dog. And yet despite all that, you can’t help the guilt that gnaws at your heart at the idea of leaving yet another dog at home when you and your boyfriend are busy jetting around the continent for work, sometimes for weeks at a time. Sure, right now you had an ideal situation with your parents being empty nesters just two hours away in Anaheim, and more than willing to babysit Pudding while the two of you were out of town, but that was an arrangement formed out of necessity. Willingly bringing another dog into your anything-but-consistent lifestyle made you feel like a bad parent. It was another reason you were holding off on kids. Jake, of course, who was more used to this lifestyle didn’t feel that same guilt the way you did and he’d even gone so far as to bring it up when you were at your parents’ house for dinner last. Your parents enthusiastically expressed their support and willingness to take care of yet another dog should you choose to get one. You know part of that is due to the fact that your parents have decided that despite being their youngest child, you’re likely going to be the source of their first grandchild. They want to be as supportive of your and Jake’s relationship as possible to get to that point since Charlie is married to his job and Tucker’s currently single and busy with his career.

You watch Jake’s brow furrow and feel a different stab of guilt in your chest. You don’t mean to be so cold to him but you just want him to consider your point of view and reservations. The smart thing to do would be to wait until the off-season at least before taking on a new member of your family, but he’s insatiable. “Fine, Bugs,” he says and you feel your heart squeeze at the coldness in his tone. He closes the laptop and gets up from the counter. You feel frustrated tears making your nose tight. You don’t want to fight with Jake but he can just be so damn stubborn sometimes, and while it’s one of your favorite qualities in him, it’s also been a point of contention in your relationship.

You’re left alone in the kitchen, fighting back the tears until a wet nose presses into your hand and you look down, blinking past the tears to smile at Pudding, who’s gazing up at you with concern in her honey eyes. You squat down and wrap your arms around her fluffy neck, burying your face in her fur as the tears escape. She nuzzles you gently, placing a paw on your bent knee, whining softly in concern. When your tears finally stop, you decide to take some space to breathe and grab your keys and Pudding’s leash. You load her into the back seat of your new SUV. Your heart aches at the memory of Jake surprising you with it for your birthday. He’d been chiding you about getting a new car longer than you'd been dating but you’d been hesitant to spend the money, so after a careful line of questioning and a few times he’d been able to coax you to test drive some cars for the hell of it, he’d surprised you with the forest green SUV that was bigger than you needed but Jake insisted it was a safer option than a car.

You feel your heart pinch again as you drive to the nearest dog park, wishing Jake was with you. Going to the dog park as a little family was one of your favorite things to do on your precious days off and you can’t help but feel his absence like a dull ache in your chest. You hate fighting with Jake. By the time you get to the park, you’re ready to turn right back around and go home but you can tell that Pudding’s excited even if she can tell that something’s wrong.

You manage to play for about an hour or so before wrapping up with a long walk around the park and heading home as the sun begins to sink below the horizon. Jake’s not home when you return and your heart sinks. You’re eager to set things right with him, but you force yourself to cook dinner, leaving some out for him, before climbing in the shower. The tears come again, then, at the idea that Jake may not be coming home tonight. Your shoulders shake with sobs as the shower water mixes with your tears. When you finally leave the shower, the water has long since run cold and you get dressed for bed in a daze, exhaustion sitting heavy on your bones.

When you pad out of the bathroom, however, your heart lifts at the sight of Jake sitting in bed, reading whatever coach’s biography he was currently working through. He doesn’t seem to have noticed your presence, that or he’s ignoring you, and if that’s the case you can’t take it. You approach the bed cautiously, climbing in, and Jake starts, “Hey Bunny, how was your sh-“ he’s cut off as you scoot across the bed at lightning speed and curl against his side, inhaling his scent and letting it ground you even as you shudder against him. “Bunny? What’s going on, sweetheart?” He puts the book down, his full attention on you as you don’t answer, and simply curl closer. Jake pulls his arm free from under you and wraps it around your shoulder and you feel your body relax into his touch.

“I’m sorry, Jake.” You blurt and hate the way it sounds wet and weepy as your tears flow once again. He stiffens underneath you and then his other hand reaches for your chin, guiding your face up to his so he can see the tears coursing down your cheeks, alarm in his eyes.

“Sorry for what? Bunny, what’s going on?” You blink, surprise stopping your tears as confusion takes over.

“For earlier, about the dog,” you blubber tearfully. “I hate fighting with you and I should have been more patient-“

“Fighting with me? Bunny, I’m not mad at you,” he says, surprise lighting his eyes flecked with pain. “Was I frustrated in the moment? Yes, but I’m not mad at you sweet girl, I could never be mad at you over something like that.” You blink up at him.

“Then where did you go? You were gone so long I thought you weren’t coming home tonight,” his eyes widen and he wraps his other arm around you, pulling you closer.

“Oh Bunny, I told you this morning I was golfing with the guys this afternoon and we’d probably do drinks after.” You’d completely forgotten about that. “I figured you and Pudding went out to have a girls’ day, I didn’t realize you were upset or I wouldn’t have gone, I’m sorry.” You shake your head against his chest.

“No, I’m sorry, I should have articulated better and not just assumed you were angry at me. And I really am sorry Jake, about telling you no about the puppy. It’s been just as hard for me as it has been for you.” You pause and Jake seems to know you have more to say so he waits patiently. “I haven’t been fair to you. I know I’m asking a lot to wait before we have kids, and you’ve been so respectful of that. And I know this is a natural compromise but I can’t help but think about how irresponsible it feels right now and… it makes me feel like a bad mom.” Your voice gets softer at the end but you know he heard you as he pulls back so he can look you in the eye.

“Bunny, first I want you to know that you should never feel guilty about wanting to wait to have kids. You’re right, neither of us are ready for that right now. I’m lucky enough to have a girlfriend that travels with me to my games, if I had to trade that for kids? I’d pick you every time. Kids can wait, I want to enjoy you, just you, for a little bit longer. Second, I know you just want what’s best for us and this puppy, and I know I’ve been putting a lot of pressure on you to make this happen sooner rather than later and I’m sorry. I know you’re right about waiting until the off-season and I’m sorry I haven’t been receptive.” He leans in to press a kiss between your eyes. “Third, you’re not a bad mom. You never will be, not when you care this much. You’re not impulsive, you’re level-headed and you care so much it hurts you. You’re such a good mom to Pudding and you’re going to be the perfect mom to our future puppy and kids.”

You sniffle, leaning back down to lay your head on Jake’s chest. “I really do want a puppy, you know? I want to raise them together, and I don’t want to miss a single second of it, which is why I want to wait. So know that as much as you want to get one as soon as possible, so do I, the timing just isn’t right right now.” Jake nods above you.

“I know, sweet girl.” He kisses the top of your head. “You know I love you, don’t you?” You nod.

“I know, and I love you too, Jake.”

“That’s my girl. We’re a team, even when we disagree, remember that. And we’re not going to make any decisions for this team without agreeing about it first, okay?” You nod again and he eases the two of you down to lay down in bed, reaching over to turn off the lamp.

***

Two weeks later, you’re running late. You’re supposed to be meeting Jake and the rest of the team at a restaurant downtown now that the game in Anaheim is over. You would have driven up with Jake but you had some things to finish up in San Diego before the game against the Ducks that evening in Anaheim. The guys had decided to drive to the game instead of taking the jet since it’s basically local and they were anxious to spend a day at home after a long road trip even if they had one last road game before the next stretch in San Diego. You’re wrapping up the last of your preparations, Pudding at your side. She doesn't usually attend away games but your parents came to the game and brought her so she can come home with you and Jake after almost two weeks apart. Jake had offered to take Pudding with him but she’d been glued to your side to his dismay. Now she’s waiting patiently as you load up your gear and various forgotten articles you’d found during a final sweep of the locker room. You swing the trunk shut, ready to be on your way.

You turn to Pudding but she’s nowhere in sight and you panic suddenly, turning to look around the deserted parking garage in fear as you call out for her. You hear a yip in response and follow the sound to a large dumpster in one corner of the garage. Pudding’s jumped on top, balancing on the one open lid, and she’s digging around inside, a distressed whine coming from her as you approach. You’re confused. While you and Pudding have become quite close, you haven’t quite managed to grasp the meaning of all her various noises.

“Pud, what’s wrong, honey?” You ask tentatively as he just whines louder and digs more. You approach the dumpster, trying to see what she’s so upset over. Those aren’t her hungry noises, you know that. When you get closer, she grabs your sleeve with her teeth, dragging you even closer and your brow furrows in concern. Something’s definitely wrong. When Pudding realizes you don’t understand, she huffs before jumping into the trash and you let out a yell of surprise. She digs around in the trash and before you can shout at her to get out her head disappears under the trash. You start calling for her frantically, considering whether you should climb in after her when she starts to resurface and that’s when you hear it. It’s weak and muffled but the whimpers are clear as day once you catch the sound. Pudding’s head comes back up and clutched gently in her teeth is the scruff of a puppy. You let out a cry of surprise as you reach out instantly and Pudding gives you a knowing look before passing you the puppy.

He’s skinny, too skinny and there are cuts and tiny sores on his grayish blue body but you recognize him to be a pitbull puppy and his distressed whimpers and whines tell you he’s terrified. You pull him close, curling around him protectively as Pudding pulls herself out of the dumpster and jumps down next to you. You give him a basic once-over before calling to Pudding and heading to the car. He needs to go to the vet for a proper checkup but from what you can tell, he’s okay.

***

You’re pacing around the exam room. The vet’s cleared the little puppy and prescribed him some medicine to help with the sores. Pudding has climbed up on the exam table and is licking at the tiny puppy lovingly, and he seems to be comfortable with her if not still very anxious. You don’t blame him, it’s a new place with new people and he was abandoned in a dumpster before this. He lets out a little whine and you stop your pacing, making your way over to the two dogs, squatting so you’re eye-level with them before smiling at the little guy. You reach out a hand to stroke his tiny head and he licks your fingers as you giggle. Your heart clenches as you spot the dark patch on his chest that looks a little like a heart.

You’re enjoying the moment when Jake bursts through the door to the room, worry on his face. He turns to you instantly.

“Is she okay, what happened?” You’d texted him letting him know you’d be late or possibly miss dinner due to an emergency trip to the vet. You stand up, giving him a shy smile as you gesture to the little pup curled under Pudding’s chin.

“Meet Taz,” you whisper and he whips his head around in confusion until his eyes find the little gray bundle, widening in surprise. He squats down then, reaching a tentative finger out to stroke Taz’s tiny head.

“Hey there little buddy,” he whispers softly and Taz rubs up against his hand. Jake’s face breaks into a grin and scratches behind his ears gently. “Where’d you find this little angel?” Jake asks, turning to look up at you. You shake your head.

“I didn’t, Pudding did. He was buried in a dumpster in the Ducks’ parking garage. Pain passes across Jake’s face as he turns back to the dogs, reaching his other hand to scratch Pudding’s head.

“Good girl, you did so good,” he praises and you can’t help the smile that creeps up your cheeks. “You’re ready to be big sister, huh?” He asks, turning back to you. “So, Taz?” There’s more than one question in his eye and you nod.

“Like the Tasmanian Devil, since we’re already Bugs and Lola.” You shrug as he grins. “I know we talked about waiting, but I feel like we found him for a reason,” you give him a nervous look, “if you’re ready that is?” Jake’s eyes soften, leaning down to kiss Taz’s little head before standing to wrap you in his arms, kissing your head next.

“I’m ready if you are, Bunny.” You nod against his chest.

“I think I am,” you smile and pull back to see Jake smiling too.

“Then I guess our family’s growing by one,” he says, reaching down to scoop up Taz as he ruffles Pudding’s fur with his other hand, his arm looped around you, and you curl against his side, smiling contentedly.

The door to the exam room opens and the doctor walks in, smiling. “You must be Dad, what’s the verdict?” She looks excitedly between the two of you and you smile, leaning back against Jake as he presses another kiss to your head shamelessly.

“We’re keeping him,” Jake confirms and she grins at him, clapping her hands excitedly.

“Congratulations! I’m having my nurses draw up some paperwork and then we can talk about whether you want to get his preliminary vaccinations taken care of today or if you want to wait to take him to your family vet.”

***

That night you’re exhausted by the time you get home. Jake stopped by the pet store to grab some necessities for Taz while you took the puppies home. You left Taz in Pudding’s care while you hopped in the shower. When you pad back into the living room, Jake’s sitting on the floor next to a smaller dog bed he’s placed right by Pudding’s that Taz is currently exploring while Jake watches. You walk up behind him, pressing your legs to his back.

“Hey, did you get everything?” Jake nods, tilting his head back to look up at you. You return his fond smile as you sit down next to him and Taz nervously trots over to you and you scoop him up, nuzzling him against your cheek.

“Hi, sweet boy, are you getting all settled in?” You coo softly and you can feel Jake watching. He places a kiss to the part of your shoulder that’s bared by his shirt being too big on you.

“See Bunny? You’re not a bad mom.” He whispers against your skin and you feel your heart squeeze. “Thank you,” he says then you turn to look at him, pulling Taz against your chest where he snuggles in.

“For what?” You ask as Jake lays his forehead against yours.

“For growing this family of ours, and for bringing us something that’s truly ours equally.”

“Well it didn’t seem fair that you’re outnumbered by the girls in your own home,” you tease and he bumps his nose against yours playfully.

“Something tells me he’s going to be a momma’s boy and then you’ll all still outnumber me anyway,” you giggle at that.

“Well if it makes you feel better, I think Pudding has the two of us beat for favorite,” you point out as Taz wiggles out of your grip as Pudding comes over to lie on her bed and then he’s attempting to climb onto it beside her. She watches for a few moments before giving in and reaching over to grip the scruff of his neck between her teeth gently and lifting him up onto the bed. He immediately snuggles up against her and she nuzzles his tiny head with her nose.

You see Jake watching them with a fond look in his eye and lean over to kiss his cheek. “You’re MY favorite, though. Always will be.” He smiles at that.

“You’re my favorite too, Bunny.” The two of you watch as the puppies snuggle up next to each other and you swear you feel your heart grow a size bigger as your family does too.

[p8rasite]

FINE.  ›  SUNG HANBIN ݃ 0612

synopsis.. where hanbin says it too often, he starts to believe he is.. until he isn’t.

muses.. roommate! hanbin x gn! reader

pantone.. angst & comfort ft. and they were roommates

cw + tap the mic.. self-doubt, reader kinda dislikes hanbin & mention of drinks + first zb1 writing let’s gaur! this was a mix of request & word vomit so i hope this is good enough 🥺 also new layout : @/stealanity & @/chiyuv

“no one’s here, come again in four to seven business weeks.”

you bite the inside of your cheek. as clear as it is that hanbin doesn’t want to entertain anyone at the moment, you refuse to let him be. not when he’s isolating himself within those four walls. not when you can just tug that handle and let yourself in.

so you do.

the abrupt bang of the door against the wall was slightly.. over the top, but at least it got his attention. well, more like his frown, but you can be bothered about the details some other time.

“what are you doing in here?” he mumbles, voice lacking its usual coat of vibrancy. this time, it’s soft and fragile, just like its owner.

you shrug your shoulders. “the kitchen told me you haven’t visited it in a few days so i’m checking in on you on their behalf.”

he chuckles, but even that sounds so hollow. another sign that he isn’t your roommate, but a shell of him. and as much as you hate to admit it, you’re even more a tad bit worried.

“may i?” you gesture to the space next to him, shortly receiving a nod. sitting on the floor—legs stretched out and back slouched against the wall—isn’t ideal, especially not when there’s a queen sized bed just a few steps away. although, given why you’re here in the first place, you suppose you could refrain from complaining this time.

(singular—you’re already stressing that before your friends can make assumptions.)

the two of you let silence wrap around you like a blanket, one neither of you seem eager to remove. you excuse your awkwardness by claiming you want to take in your new surroundings before moving further. to which, in fairness, makes sense because this is your first time in his room.

weird, isn’t it? living in a place where you’re familiar with everything but your roommate and his space. there were times where he left his door ajar enough for you to catch glimpses inside, but nothing could have prepared you to see it in its entirety.

so tidy, so cozy, so.. hanbin.

the young man in question fidgets with his sweater’s sleeve, a loose thread in particular. a translucent pane of absentmindedness hovers over his cocoa-tinted irises as he twists the material between his lithe fingers.

“i don’t know what’s missing,” hanbin gauges your reaction (seemingly blank, actually surprised) before continuing. “i gave everything i had to them, constantly tried to do and be my best self to make up for the things i lack, yet they still left.”

you nervously rub your palms upon your thighs, unsure where to pick up after such a heavy confession. there’s also that guilt that chews on your soul as you come to realize that this little mister perfect persona of his isn’t just for attracting people.

it’s supposed to convince those he loves to stay.

with this newfound understanding, you finally speak up, “them leaving isn’t on you.”

his brows furrow, lips slightly parting to reject your words but you lift your hand to cover his mouth. probably not the best idea, ‘specially not when he can just make muffled sounds through the makeshift gag, but it’ll have to do. all you need is for him to listen to you, no interruptions allowed.

“you gave almost all of yourself to them, which isn’t wrong—almost every person who’s been in love has done that. but that isn’t enough to make the relationship work because there’s two of you. now, either it’s a responsibility that they can’t or don’t want to face, which is why they broke up with you.

whichever it is, the fault still lies with them. and that, binnie, is why you shouldn’t be beating yourself up on this. yes, it’s okay to grieve what has been lost. but at the end of the day, you should acknowledge and accept that it isn’t your fault.”

you’re completely winded by the end of your speech, you don’t realize your hand had pulled away halfway through it. but then you notice the upward curve of his lips, and your eyes instinctively narrow at the suspicious sight.

“did i say something funny?”

he shakes his head and points out, “you called me binnie.”

..damn. you were so caught up in your rant that you hadn’t noticed your mistake. with a light hit at his shoulder, you grumble, “don’t read too deep into it, i just heard one of your friends constantly call you that so it slipped.”

“are you sure~?”

“yes.”

“very sure~?”

“..‘right, that’s the end of our therapy session. i expect you to pay me with a cup of karak tea later.” a groan emerges from the deepest part of your tired soul as you get back on your feet, backside sore from maintaining the same position for at least 10 minutes.

right as you’re on your way out, hanbin calls your name. intrigued confused as to what else he’d need, you take the chance and turn around. those busy fingers you noticed earlier? now they’re put together to make a unique heart gesture.

“thank you for keeping me company and opening my eyes to the bigger picture.” the warmth and cheeriness hasn’t been fully restored yet, but you can hear a sliver. and regardless of whether you admit it or not, you feel proud of yourself for assisting in bringing it back.

“no need to thank me, matters like this are why roommates were made.”

(uh huh, sure..)

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[ashisill]

Just the two of us

Warnings: semi-public sex, protected sex, oral (f receiving), fingering, squirting, I hope that’s all

~ This is very lightly edited so bare with me till I can fix it.

~

“Back of the jeeps all cleaned out darling” Josh came into the house carrying a bunch of random items.

“Okay love blankets are folded on the couch. I’m about to get the snacks” you said walking into the kitchen.

You and Josh always had a date night at least once a week. This week Josh’s idea was to take you to the drive in movies, and since it was October it was perfect for a fall date. “Where do you want to park love?”

“Middle but not to far” you explain as he drove. “Right here”

“Here? What about one up? Better view” he told you.

“Why ask if your gonna be picky Joshua?”

“You can’t disagree that this is a better spot” he said giving you a tap on your nose.

You smiled at him lovingly as he put the Jeep in park. He opened the back, and you begin to layout the blankets. “I’m gonna grab some popcorn”

You nodded, and continued to create your makeshift bed. You laid the biggest comforter on the bottom, and laid your favorite blankets on top. Along with some pillows to prop up with.

“Looks nice darling good job”

“Thanks pookie” you giggled at your words.

“Pookie?” He said confused.

“Yes” you fell over on the blankets laughing.

“That’s a new one. It’s supposed to get cold tonight I hope your all bundled up my love”

“Don’t worry about me. Come here” you said reaching out your arms for him.

~

The sun set and the moon rose making the stars come out. The movie began to start, and Josh lit up like a child on Christmas. “It’s starting”

“I haven’t been here since I was a kid” you said softly.

“We used to go all the time, but four kids running around causing hell wasn’t ideal”

“Yeah I could imagine especially you two”

“Oh yeah me and Jake ruled this joint. Almost got us kicked out a couple times. Surprised they let me in”

Not even twenty minutes in, and he began to rub your inner thigh. His fingertips danced over your skin as light as possible. He knows it drives you crazy when he just barely touches you, and that’s exactly what he’ll do. As he reached closer to where you wanted him his touch got lighter and lighter. You squirmed, and push yourself towards him.

“Josh stop that” He moved, and rested his arm against his leg. Acting completely oblivious as to what he’s done.

“Josh!”

“You said stop darling. I’m only doing what you asked”

“That’s not what I wanted and you know it” you moved his hand, and placed it on the band of your sweats.

“I must be confused mama. I’m afraid your gonna have to show me what you want”. He knows exactly what you want, and knows exactly how to give it to you. He knows you better than you know yourself. But it gives him satisfaction to tease you. For you to take control, and show him exactly what you want.

You huffed and placed his hand exactly where you needed him. “Oh right .. now I remember” his voice lowered making you unable to stay still. “Is this what you need princess?”

“More” you whispered in his ear.

“More? Are you sure? I just started”

You just repeated yourself, and he smirked as he moved down your body. “Baby please”

“Baby please” he mocked “listen to you pretty girl. You don’t want all these people to hear do you?”

What he said should have turned you on, but instead it made you aware. “Josh there’s to many people” he ignored you, and placed a kiss to your inner thigh. “Josh stop there’s people everywhere”

He stopped abruptly and hovered above you. He grabbed your chin making you look at him “love everyone is in their own car with the volume up to hear the movie. And who wouldn’t want to hear that pretty voice. I’ll keep your safe okay? Just focus on me baby no one else”

You took a deep breath calming down “that’s my girl. Focus”

He started again slowly kissing down your body as he always does. He slid down your pants slowly placing more kisses on your thighs. He nudged his nose against your clothed clit before sliding them off too. One soft lick was enough to make you squirm. He wrapped his arms around your legs, keeping you still. “Can I try something?” He looked up at you.

“What it is?” You looked unsure.

When Josh wants to try something you never know how crazy it may be. The thoughts that run through his head scares you sometimes. He gets wild ideas, and won’t stop till you cave in. “It’s nothing crazy. I can tell by that look on your face. Trust me I won’t hurt you I’m gonna try it okay?”

You nodded your head giving yourself over to him. He slid his tongue down to your entrance, and slid the tip of his tongue inside you. You bucked up immediately “Josh fuck”

“It’s that okay sweet girl?”

“Yes … yes again”

He moved his tongue up and down before sliding it inside you. He stayed there for a while before moving back up to your clit again. Taking turns on where his tongue moved. He knows your close when you reach for his hands. You held him tight in your grip, and he let you dig your nails into his hands. “Please don’t stop please please” you mouth dropped open as you grasped for air. He doesn’t attempt to stop until you push his head away from your sensitive clit. He dives right back in, and you beg him to give you a break. You try to push him away again, but he grips your wrist. “Stay still”

“It’s too much I can’t Josh”

“Your about to cum again” he slipped two fingers inside you.

“No I’m not I need a-” Josh always gives you a break when you need one, but he was right this time. Your hands gripped the blanket, and you unleashed upon him. You vision went dark as you shook violently against his touch.

“What did I tell you? I know you better than you know yourself. Look at the mess you made mama. Messy girl you’re all over me”

“Did I?” You asked confused. No words were spoke he just nodded his head.

Embarrassment hit you, but he knew you were safe with him. He knew how you were feeling by your flushed cheeks. He praised you for it, and reminded you how much he loves you. He discarded the blanket that definitely needed a wash, and covered you two up with the rest. He laid beside you his chest to your back “Do you want me baby?”

You pushed back feeling his length against your ass. “I don’t know do I?” You pushed harder making a soft grunt leave his mouth. “Do you have a con-”

“It’s already on come on pretty mama”

“Someone’s eager. Isn’t this a bad idea? I mean your not exactly quite”

“I know I’m a bit vocal darling, but I believe your the one who’s begging for my cock all the time”

“Right well when you get us kicked out it’s not my fault”

“Some things never change I guess” he continued to talk as he slid himself in. “Just for the record to kick us out they’d have to stop us first”

You knew it was a terrible idea, but it felt so good. Josh slid in and out slowly, and began kissing your back. “I wanna see you. I miss you”

He pushed you on your back. Threw your leg your his shoulder, and slammed inside you making a soft moan leave your lips. “I’ve missed you”

“Josh you’ll shake the car. People will know what’s going on”

“Sweetheart let them”

Another forceful thrust rattled your brain, and it was just you two. You’ve created your own world with him. Nothing can you hurt you, and it’s just Josh that takes care of you. This is one of those times where you realize it’s not just a fantasy of this fake world. It’s true, and it’s home. Josh is your home, your safe space, and your lover. He’s real. This is real, and sometimes you have to remind yourself of that. . “There’s my girl. I’ll take good care of you. Don’t worry about a thing”

“Josh” you cried out.

“I know I know shhh” he pushed the stray hairs away from your forehead. “Feels good doesn’t it baby? So so good”

You nodded frantically as he fucked into you just right. You felt close, but you couldn’t be right? He just started. You could hold off. Be sweet and wait for him to get closer. “Your squeezing I can feel it” it choked out of him. Maybe he’s closer than you thought. He pushed his own needs away edging himself in a way. “Let go sweet girl”

You shook your head no, and continued to fight it off. “But mama if you keep squeezing me like that I’m not gonna last either. Give it to me. Let go. Be a good girl and just let it fucking go”

“Josh” seemed to be the only word in your entire vocabulary.

“I’m right here. I’m always right here. Take us there darling. I’m right behind you”

A loud moan of release escaped your lips, and his hand flew to your mouth to quiet you. “Just like that. God your so fucking beautiful” he’s trailing off into nonsense, and you know how close he is. “So pretty so tight. So fucking perfect. Perfect for me. Perfect for my cock. Fuck I’m right there��

“Let go”

He collapsed on top of you, and a string of whimpers and moans followed. You scratched his back gently as you both came down from your high. “Can’t take us anywhere” he joked.

“We should probably leave”

“Yeah fuck your probably right. These people must hate us” he laughed putting his clothes back on, and fixing his hair.

“If we don’t leave now there about to hate us even more”

[luvlanadr]

hii, i’m in love with your blog! 🥺❤️

could you do a headcanon of dating evan, pls?

aa thank you so much lovely, it's so nice to hear people actually enjoy my blog, it means the world to me!!

i've never really done head cannons but i'll try nonetheless, hope it's ok ! i wasn't sure if you wanted any of his characters, so if you do just let me know, sorry there isn't a lot i'm just not paticularly used to this layout.

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𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬-𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

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epitome of the perfect boyfriend, you're his everything he will prioritise you over anything

although evan isn't too fond on horror movies if you insist to watch one he will just for your benefit, just be aware you may have evan cowering behind you after certain jumpscares to which you'd question 'after all that time on a HORROR show' which you emphasised 'you're still afraid of anabelle?'

'hey it's scary,' he'd huff as a reply, before letting out a supressed laugh 'that demonic doll is terrifying, besides i'm only watching this for you.'

evan i feel would be huge on PDA, he loved just holding your hand, stroking his thumb against your palm for a sense of comfort, or if not that he would constantly have a hand snug around your waist

this man would attempt to persuade you to become a firm believer that butter in coffee is essential

to which you would respond, 'evan, i love you.' you paused on the brink of laughter, 'but...i hate to be the bearer of bad news but butter belongs no where near a coffee,'

after this he would attempt to make you a firm believer in butter in coffee, very persistent but would eventually give up

after a particularly hard day on set, especially with the intense, immersion he has into his characters, he usually is extremely stressed. however, he feels at ease knowing he gets to come home to you.

evan's ideal is a night in with you, a stupid rom-com or sometimes intense, phycological thriller in the background and just holding you in his arms

evan is head over heels for you, and he will always reassure you on how perfect and attractive you are to him, worshipping every part of you.

evan would love to cook with you, even the simplest dishes. he would love to play your specific song,a nd dance with you around the kitchen. he'd definitely have his hands on your hips, whilst your hands are draped around his neck gently swaying you back and forth. but in more silly scenarios were an upbeat song is on he will twirl you around, leaving you in almost tears, as he does as you refer to it as 'dad dancing'.

yes, you and him have a playlist of songs that reflect you relationship and songs you reminisce to constantly attached to your favourite memories with one and other

oh and not to mention, evan loves reminiscing he would suggest you start a scrapbook together, filled with photos, souvenirs and just little trinkets of th [laces you visit and core memories

[clementinebriar]

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[ THE WOOD HOUSEHOLD ]

Clementine Wood’s studio apartment may be small and worn, but it’s unmistakably hers. Despite what the description of the apartment might say online, the place comes with its fair share of quirks: the basement laundry room is almost always out of commission, the kitchen appliances work about as often as they don’t, and the landlord is a rare sight. The bed has to be shoved up against one wall to create enough room for a modest living area, and there’s likely mold creeping somewhere in the walls. But, hey! At least there’s a functional fire escape. Inside, Clem’s apartment is a canvas in itself, a vibrant, unapologetic tribute to her love for art. The walls are spray-painted in a chaotic burst of color, covered with sketches and bits of graffiti, and behind her bed sprawls a mural of Blue Harbor’s view over Cardinal Hill. Art spills across every surface, layered over any patch of blank wall with more of her creations, as if they’re pieces of her personality on display. Plants fill the space, too — lining the windowsills, spilling over corners, and even hanging from the ceiling. The air smells fresh and earthy, with a faint hint of citrus from the lemons ripening on a tiny tree she’s somehow managed to coax into life in the kitchen. Amongst the art and greenery, she’s carved out a cozy corner for her blue budgie, Dionysus. His cage and a few perches make up a small, lively nook of the apartment, adding a touch of warmth and companionship. Clem has called this place home since she first struck out on her own at 18, and despite its faults, she’s transformed it into her sanctuary — a little slice of Weaver Ridge that’s all her own.

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[bathandkitchenshowroombroomall]

Crafting the Ideal Kitchen Layout

Your kitchen is the heart of your home, and you want to ensure a beautiful and functional layout. At Weinstein Bath & Kitchen Showroom, we understand that designing your dream kitchen is a significant investment of time and resources. That is why we offer expert guidance and a wide range of high-quality products to help you create the ideal kitchen layout that suits your unique style and needs.

Factors Influencing Your Layout

As you embark on your kitchen remodeling journey, take into account several critical factors that will dictate the overall outcome of the project:

The size and shape of your kitchen play a key role in determining the most feasible layout and design.

Your cooking habits, preferences, and needs help determine a functional and practical kitchen that enhances your culinary experience.

Your budget is a critical factor that you should keep in mind, as your budget will define the possible layouts of your kitchen.

Considering these factors, you can create a beautiful and efficient kitchen that meets all your needs while staying within budget.

Choosing Your Ideal Kitchen Layout

Consider these layout options for a kitchen that fits perfectly into your life.

U-SHAPED LAYOUT

Consider a U-shaped layout, a favorite among homeowners with large kitchens. This layout is designed to offer plenty of counter space and storage, ideal for those who love to cook or entertain guests. With this layout, the sink, stove, and refrigerator are all arranged along three walls, forming a functional triangle that is both convenient and efficient. The U-shape also provides ample room for movement and can accommodate multiple people in the kitchen.

L-SHAPED LAYOUT

An L-shaped kitchen is an ideal kitchen layout for those with a moderate amount of space, offering a balance between being spacious and functional for cooking and meal prep. The sink, oven, and refrigerator are placed along two walls in an L-shaped kitchen. L-shaped kitchens can have one part of the “L” as an open counter space with a pass-through to a dining or living room, creating an illusion of a larger kitchen.

GALLEY LAYOUT

A galley layout is perfect for small kitchens where every inch counts. Arranging the sink, stove, and refrigerator on two opposing walls ensures that every kitchen area is utilized to its fullest potential. The sink and stove can be placed on one wall, while the refrigerator can be placed on the other, or vice versa. This setup allows easy access to all three essential kitchen appliances while creating a clear, open workspace for food preparation and cooking. This ideal layout makes small kitchens functional, efficient, and enjoyable.

ONE-WALL LAYOUT

Another kitchen layout that maximizes space is the one-wall layout, which, as the name describes, has the sink, oven, and refrigerator aligned against one wall. One-wall kitchen layouts maximize space, especially for smaller kitchens or kitchens primarily used for food preparation and clean-up. Because all the appliances and fixtures are on one side of the room, you have an efficient workflow and easy access to all necessary tools and appliances.

Embrace Space: Banishing Clutter and Creating Breathing Room

Maintaining an airy, uncluttered kitchen without sacrificing functionality is an art. Here are some other tips:

Employ the Work Triangle: Maintain desirable proximity between your sink, stove, and refrigerator for efficient movement. Just remember, too close can be as problematic as too far.

Use Corners Wisely: Equip corner cabinets with rotating tray cabinets or pull-out shelves to maximize accessibility and storage.

Islands and Peninsulas Pay Off: As additional counter space and storage, these functional fixtures can also define the boundary between your kitchen and dining room.

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[edupunkn00b]

Delirium

Photo by Fleur via Unsplash

Rated G - WC: 2660 - CW: fever, there might be a swear :)

Logan comes home sick from work and Janus cares for him. No-one expected feelings to come out. (Remy did. Remy expected feelings. "Told ya so, babes.")

Janus rinsed his coffee cup and wiped down the counter for the third time, gaze focused more out the kitchen window than on his task. Just over two hours ago, Logan had texted from the office, sounding… off and said he was coming home early. Nearly an hour and a half later, the barista at their favorite café called and said he was bringing his roommate home.

“Thank you, Remy,” Janus murmured, holding the front door open wide as the taller man half-walked, half-carried his roommate inside. “Lo’s really in no state to drive.”

“Yeah, he said he needed a little coffee to sharpen up before he made the trip over the bridge,” Remy laughed, shaking his head. “I make a good brew but caffeine won’t cure a fever.”

“‘M fine, Jay,” said roommate mumbled, left hand flopping up and landing ineffectually against his chest. Logan nodded slowly, brow solemn as though he’d just finished his closing argument.

“Yes, I see…” Janus’ smile dissolved when Logan’s cheek burned under his hand. Ordinarily unflappable, Logan would only show vulnerability like this under the influence of—as their favorite book would call it—extraordinary amounts of alcohol or, as now, a worryingly high fever.

“I’m double-parked, babes.” Remy said, smirking over his sunglasses. “Where d’ya want him?”

“I…” Janus’ gaze trailed up the stairs. Logan’s bedroom was two flights up in their narrow townhouse. 

Typically, the layout was welcome. Early to bed, early to rise, he would readily excuse himself when Janus was entertaining… company. It was usually just Remus nowadays, but still. Two flights up from Janus’ room, it was as though they each lived alone once nighttime came around. It was an ideal arrangement.

Except on rare nights like this.

Logan wobbled, stumbling to one side even with Remy’s arm hooked through his and Janus didn’t need to think, he just reacted, reaching for him before he could fall. Logan’s hand wrapped around his, warm. Too warm, Janus reminded himself. “I suppose my room would be best,” Janus finally said and together, they maneuvered him down the hall and onto Janus’ bed.

“Hmm,” Remy hummed, looking around the room. The centerpiece of Janus’ room was a high-set king size bed, layered with pillows and two comforters. Hidden between the layers was his weighted blanket. He’d never really gotten around to furnishing the room much more than that, preferring to keep his library in their shared shelves, and he worked from the dining room or his armchair in the living room. Wherever Logan had settled in with his own reading or case files.

He kept his room dark… ish. The walls were lined with warm faux-incandescent Edison bulbs Remus had fashioned for him out of LEDs and golden filters after he described the giant meta-analysis Logan had sent him on the impacts of artificial light and myopia. The dim light had only made Logan’s little approving smile that much brighter. 

“Cozy,” Remy laughed once they were done, then smoothed down his jacket sleeve where it had bunched up with his efforts to hold Logan up. He lowered his sunglasses so Janus couldn’t miss his lascivious wink. “Very cozy.”

“We don’t have that kind of relationship, Rem,”

“Whatever you need to tell yourself, babes,” Remy chuckled as he backed out of the room. 

“No… bed’s too big,” Logan groaned, voice muffled by the heavy down comforter. “Too far away t’hold you, Jay.”

Both men froze, heads whipping over comically to stare in Logan’s direction. “Wha—what did you say?” Janus swallowed, eyes wide. He had to have misheard.

“Oh, ho ho ho, Emile owes me ten bucks!” He hadn’t misheard anything.

Remy clapped Janus’ shoulder and started down the hallway. “Congratulations, man. Maybe now you’ll stop crying in your coffee all the time.”

“No, wait!” Janus’ arm snaked out and grabbed Remy’s sleeve. “Remy, no! You can’t say anything!!“ His eyes bore into Remy’s. “He’s delirious and doesn’t know what he’s saying. He doesn’t mean it.”

“Uh-huh,” Remy said, lowering his sunglasses and looking back at Logan who’d curled around Janus’ pillow, rubbing his cheek against the cover. Eyes closed, he was smiling and pressing little kisses into the satin. “Maybe he really, really means it and it’s only because he doesn’t know what he’s saying that he—”

“Remy…” Janus warned, fingers tight on his sleeve as he stared up at the much taller man.  “Seriously. Don’t.” 

“Alright, alright. Fine,” he said, shrugging. “It’s your funeral.”

“Thank you,” Janus said, belatedly releasing his grip. He pulled his hand back, thumb rubbing over his knuckles and frowning. That escalated quickly, didn’t it? “Thank you,” he said again and nodded, tamping down the embers of protective fire that had sparked in his chest. “I apologize,” he murmured, inclining his head.

But Remy just laughed. “Buy me a coffee and we’ll call it even.” Logan groaned again then, eyes squeezed shut and Janus sat next to him, adjusting the covers. “I’ll let myself out,” Remy said and closed the door behind him. 

Janus waved without looking away from Logan and clicked on his bedside lamp.

“Jay,” he said, squinting, and buried his face in the pillow. “Jay, I don’t feel well.”

The admission was almost funny.

“I know, Lo,” Janus murmured, pushing back his hair from his face. His skin was still terribly hot and pale enough that, if he’d wanted, Janus could’ve traced the latticework of thin veins over his eyelids and along his temple. If he’d wanted. 

“Rest here and I’ll get you some water and aspirin, alright?” Janus started to rise, suppressing a frown at the way even Logan’s hair seemed overly warm.

Before he’d moved away completely, Logan’s hand shot up and covered his. “You won’t go far?” he whispered, fever bright eyes fixed on him.

“I’ll just be in the kitchen…” Janus promised, voice trailing off when Logan his hand closer. After a moment, Logan stilled and Janus began to wiggle free. Logan’s eyes snapped open at the movement and laced their fingers together. “I’ll need this to get you that aspirin,” Janus murmured, the burn of Logan’s touch both drawing him closer and pushing him to get something to lower his fever.

Eyes slipping shut again, Logan nodded and relaxed his grip. Giving his hand one last pat, Janus whispered, “I’ll be right back.”

Leaving the door open so he would hear Logan’s calls, Janus dashed down the hall and back to the kitchen. He clicked the kettle on, then grabbed a basket from the top of the fridge and filled it with Gatorades from the fridge, a box of tea, apple sauce, Logan’s travel mug, and a pack of his favorite crackers.

The kettle clicked, water bubbling, so Janus unplugged it and grabbed the whole thing to set up in his room, basket hooked on his arm. Hot water would be one fewer thing he’d need to leave Logan’s side to fetch. Finally, he grabbed a bottle of aspirin and the thermometer from the medicine cabinet as he passed and hurried back into his room.

Logan sat on the floor, one arm out of his shirt, the other twisted behind him. His trousers lay crumpled in a heap next to him and his collar was up over his head, tie loosened by not removed. “Oh, Lo,” Janus muttered and set the kettle and the basket on his nightstand. “May I help you?”

“Please.” Logan’s voice was quiet and Janus wondered if perhaps he’d even drifted off. Kneeling next to him, Janus finished removing his tie and unbuttoned the rest of his shirt, a little sigh of relief sneaking past when he saw Logan’s undershirt. Relief. Not disappointment.

Perhaps… a tiny bit. It would be easier to regulate his fever without it.

“There you go,” Janus murmured once Logan was free of his shirt. “I put your glasses on the nightstand, too, Lo.” 

Logan leaned heavily against the side of the bed, eyes cracked open. He nodded then closed them again. “‘Ank you,” he whispered, hands flailing until they landed on Janus’. “Y’take care of me.”

“Anytime you need me, Lo,” Janus murmured. “I’m going to help you up onto the bed now, okay?” Logan’s head sort of wobbled in agreement, so Janus released one hand and curled his arm around his best friend’s back before pushing up to his feet.

Logan mumbled something unintelligible and leaned into his side, fever bleeding right through Janus’ shirt.

“I’ve got you, Lo,” he encouraged. “There we go,” he sighed once Logan was again seated on the bed. Holding him up with one arm, Janus stretched, snagging the aspirin and a Gatorade from the nightstand. “Have this, then rest.”

Humming, Logan curled into his side and let Janus feed him two tablets, sipping slowly. When he’d managed to h get about a quarter of the bottle, Janus recalled it and returned it to the nightstand. “It’ll be here for you when you’re ready for more.”

“‘nk you,” Logan mumbled again, curling on his side and twisting his fingers in Janus’ sheets. “‘nk you, Jay,” he said again, more breath than words. “Love you.”

Janus froze mid-rise, back curled over the bed as he reached to fluff the pillows under Logan’s head. He didn’t mean it. Remy’s little leer danced through Janus’ mind and he almost didn’t notice when Logan hugged his hand to his own chest, pressing kisses against his arm. “Love you, Jay,” he repeated, painfully clearly.

Patting Logan’s hand and ignoring the thrumming in his chest, Janus sucked in a slow breath. He’d never remember anyway. “I love you, too, Logan,” he whispered. “Rest well.” After a moment, Logan’s grip loosened and his brow went slack as sleep took him. “Rest well, love.”

~

Logan dreamed. He was at the beach, warm sand beneath him, warm sun overhead. Far from the shore, but close enough to hear the gentle susurations of the waves and catch a bit of the breeze coming up over the water. 

“Lo? You’re dehydrated, drink…” Janus appeared, watermelon daiquiri in hand. Logan drank deeply, then kissed his fingertips. Janus’ skin was soft against his lips, nails, as expected, perfectly manicured. There was the tiniest hint of calluses at the edges of his forefinger and thumb and he smelled like… bergamot and sage.

“Thank you, darling,” Logan murmured as he lay back against the sand. “That’s perfect. You’re just what I needed.” He sat up, gripping Janus’ hand between his own. “Do you know that? Have I told you? You’re just what I needed. Always.” 

“Shh, Lo, relax… Rest, love…” Janus’ voice blended with the sounds from the shore, the soft rush of water and breeze, and Logan nodded, eyes slipping shut.

“With you,” he smiled and drifted to the quiet crash of the waves.

The waves grew louder until Logan woke to… stickiness. His mouth was simultaneously dry and pasty, tongue adhering to the roof of his mouth, his teeth, his lips. He cracked open his eyes but quickly squeezed them shut. He’d fallen asleep with his light on and even the small glare from his desk lamp was enough to sear his eyes.

His bedsheets stuck to his skin and he was… damp, like he’d slept with the heat on too high. Fumbling blindly, he reached for his eyeglasses and knocked over an empty plastic bottle before his hand closed on the cold glass face of an old-fashioned analog alarm clock.

Logan bolted upright and waited for his eyes to adjust to the light. A plush yellow comforter slid off the bed and onto the floor and tiny glowing golden bulbs dotted the walls. This wasn’t his room. He swung his legs over the edge and picked up the mostly empty Gatorade bottle he’d knocked down. He stared at the bottle in his hand for a long moment before uncapping it. His eyes flew wide open at his first whiff of its remains. Watermelon.

Tightening the cap, he set the bottle back on the nightstand and finally found his glasses. Shoving them on his face he looked around the room. Janus was sound asleep near the end of the bed, feet propped up on the far side from where Logan had been laying. Hands shaking, he picked up Janus’ blanket and sniffed. Bergamot and sage. “Love you, Jay… Have I told you?”

Oh fuck. 

Reality and dream merged, the muscle memory of those words fresh in his mouth. A thermometer sat next to Janus’ clock and he thumbed through the history. 104.1, 104.5, 103.9… 

Taking pains to make no noise, Logan straightened the blanket on the bed as much as he could without disturbing where Janus’ feet were propped. He found his trousers folded neatly over a chair, his shirt and tie hooked on the back of Janus’ door. Logan managed to get his shirt back on but as he lifted his foot to put on his trousers, his toes caught on a beltloop and he tumbled forward, crashing to the floor.

“Lo!” Janus was at his side, one hand at his back the other already checking his knees. “You’re up,” he murmured, one cool hand coming up to his forehead even as the other worked to untangle him from his clothes. “Your fever broke,” he smiled, bright enough to burn.

Logan looked away. “I—I—I did not intend to wake you, Janus, I apologize. You’ve… you’ve been caring for me?”

“Of course, Lo. You were pretty out of it.” Did Janus sound… sad? No, just tired. He must’ve been up half the night with him.

“Thank you,” he said, then clamped his mouth shut before he could voice the questions burning in mind. He remained quiet while Janus helped him up and turned, remaking the bed while Logan finished dressing. “Thank you,” he said again.

“Anytime you need me, Lo. You know that.”

“I should… ah…” Logan’s mouth worked. How did he ask what he wanted to know? “H—how long was I out of commission?” he finally managed.

“Remy brought you home last night.” Janus gestured to the clock and the dark sky just on the other side of his window. “Last, last night, I suppose. You’ve been sleeping for about twenty hours?”

“Ah,” Logan nodded.

“You, um…” Janus moved to the side of his bed and patted a space a respectful half-foot from where he sat. “Will you sit?” He wouldn’t quite meet Logan’s eyes. His hands were carefully folded in his lap, thumbs turned in, tiny twitches in his tendons the only tell to his fidget.

Logan nodded again and sat where Janus indicated. “I… I believe I know what you wish to say, Janus.”

“You do?” Janus’ brow furrowed and even his thumbs stilled. “But how—”

“I have some… fleeting memories of the past day or so and I recall…”

“Lo, I’m sorry,” Janus interrupted and Logan’s shoulders sank before he remembered himself and sat up straight. It was better this way. Janus planned to be kind as he let him down easy. They could move forward.  “I never would’ve said those things if I thought you’d remember. I…”

Logan’s confusion must have been obvious because Janus’ words fizzled out. “What things?” he asked. “I…” Janus’ voice from his dreams filled his mind.

“Rest, love…”

“Oh,” Logan laughed. “I… I believe I understand.” Swallowing hard, he reached for Janus’ hand. Cool and soft. Callused fingertips just where he expected them. He laced their fingers together and they fit just right.

“I don’t,” Janus whispered, eyes down at their intertwined hands.

Logan slid just a little closer and Janus matched his movement. Watching Janus’ eyes, he raised his hand and brushed a kiss against his fingertips just as he had in his “dream.” “Maybe we can start there?” He took a breath and chance and smiled at Janus. “Darling?”

A soft chuckle spilled from Janus’ lips and he squeezed his hand tighter. “I like the sound of that, love.”

[ruvviks]

HI CASEY!!! pls tell us abt (young) vitali's apartment? 👀

HI RED THANK U FOR THE ASK!! i have some old sketches of the places that i can walk you through, it's a very elaborate setup but it's been in my brain for years at this point so i'm very passionate about it LMAO

i wanted to make vitali's current home in the sims but while i was in the middle of creating the open space for the first floor my laptop crashed and the graphics card shat itself so after that i never picked up the game anymore </3 so i'll just have to work with the sketches because i didn't even get the chance to take any screenshots of it :(

had to remove the picture because tumblr wouldn't make my post show up with it </3 but basically, when vitali moved out for the first time, his apartment looked kinda like this: he had an entrance at the very bottom of the apartment with a large closet directly on the left, a mismatched kitchen next to it, and a desk on the other side. his living room (top left of the layout) consisted of an old couch, coffee table, side table, and a mattress on the floor which he used as bed. he also had a balcony which was positioned above the living room if you're looking from a top view in the width of the apartment, but he only ever used it to sit outside and smoke, the plant pots there remained empty for the whole time he lived there. his bathroom (top right of the layout) had no door (bottom of the layout, so closer to the entrance) and instead had a curtain in front of it; sink on the left, toilet next to it, and bathtub and washing machine on the other side against the wall

it was a pretty spacious apartment still despite being very small, but it was in very poor condition. basically everything that was connected to water was leaking so he could only take showers because otherwise the bathtub would just flood the whole bathroom, the washing machine stood in its own tub that he had to empty regularly, and he had towels on the floor under both sinks as well. there was mold and the paint on the walls was peeling off, and the insulation was basically nonexistent and the walls were paper thin so there was a lot of noise, it was always either chilly or kind of stuffy in there, no ac in summer and sort of working heating in winter but not ideal. basically

when he worked at arasaka he moved into a corpo apartment which i do not have a sketch of, but it doesn't really matter much anyway. it basically was as if he lived in a luxurious ikea showroom, never really put any personality in the place because he didn't feel at home there anyway and he was glad when he got to leave the place behind

he currently lives in wellsprings on the pier, in the penthouse of the apartment building next to megabuilding h2 :] it's a ground level and a first floor and he currently lives there with vincent and mikhail, and their three cats nibbles, sapphire and buttons!

here's a rundown of what everything is!

the entrance with space for coats and shoes on the right! directly next to it are two small rooms, the first one is a storage room and the second one is a toilet

the living room! it's a wide open space with very comfortable chairs and a big couch, enough space for all his friends for movie nights and such :] despite the size of the place he has a reasonably sized tv stood on a tv table, with gaming console connected to it for vincent and mikhail. the outer rim of the living room has a few steps up and is elevated above the rest

the kitchen, which is much bigger than he had in his first apartment. vitali loves cooking and loves having the space for it so this is the perfect kitchen for him, maybe even a bit too big, but that works well when he's in there with others and needs to navigate around. he has a kitchen island with barstools which serves as dinner table, but usually they all eat on the couch

bathroom :] both a tub and a large shower (easier for his leg), washing machine, toilet, and sink!

mikhail's bedroom! he has a bed that rests on top of a frame that's on top of storage cupboards on the floor, that's where all his clothes are. the room has a large desk for him to work at

vincent and vitali's bedroom :] vitali sleeps closest to the door. there's no desk in this room, mostly just storage space because they don't come there a lot except for sleeping and sex

big balcony with sitting spaces, big planters with plants, and a swimming pool with hot tub. vitali doesn't even use it himself but his friends LOVE it for obvious reasons. the whole outer wall of the penthouse on that side (the living room part) is made out of glass to let in as much natural light as possible

directly next to the stairs there's a bar and lounge area, with a balcony situation that overlooks the living room :] vitali sometimes hosts client meetings in his home rather than at the crest (his fixer office on the other side of wellsprings) so that's where he sits with them to relax after business

vitali's office! very spacious with sliding glass doors (that whole inner wall on that side is glass), he also has a big window behind him. he loves having natural light in his house

spare bedroom with two bunk beds for if there's people staying over for the night

spare bathroom for guests :] toilet, sink, and shower setup, nothing too fancy

he got the place before his leg became an actual issue but he refuses to move so for the upcoming years he still very stubbornly uses the stairs but especially later on he just doesn't really go upstairs much anymore and instead does work on the couch. later he gets one of those stair lifts because vincent keeps telling him to do so and that works much better for him :]

when vitali ends up getting his wheelchair for the bad pain days, he would mostly just stay on the bottom floor that day because he refuses to move elsewhere. the penthouse is entirely too nice he doesn't want to get rid of it. and i understand him tbh i would live there

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Can’t pass up a church conversion. It’s the 1867 former North Church in Queensbury, New York and has been turned into a modern 3 bd., 1.5 bath home. $795K - the price includes all the furnishings.

Nice touches.

Large entrance foyer includes an original pew and stained glass window.

The living room has a beautiful stone fireplace that the owners must’ve had built.

Nice kitchen has lots of storage. 

Like how they left the pillars, opened up the tower and made a balcony. (Notice the laundry room at the back.

Laundry and bath.

Plus one of the 3 bds. is on the main floor.

Bedrooms on either side of the connecting balcony.

The half bath is up here. As you come up the stairs, there’s a sink area.

On the other side is a loo. Not the most ideal layout. 

Large deck in the yard, but it’s not attached to the house.

This is great, the original bell is still intact.

https://www.redfin.com/NY/Queensbury/2283-Ridge-Rd-12804/home/140837396

[tedwardremus]

Querencia - A sanctuary where you feel safe

The time Lily, James, and Harry spent as a family in their little house in the West Country was far too brief, but it was overfilled with love, laughter, and, above all, life.

Moments of Lily and James at Godric’s Hollow told in five parts for @mppmaraudergirl's 'Alight With Happiness Fest'.

Chapter 1: The House in Godric’s Hollow

James and Lily spent their last weeks of Hogwarts flipping through listings of flats and small cottages. Between classes and at meal times, they talked excitedly about their ideal place, what they would grow in their garden, the kitchen's paint color, and how Lily’s cat and James’ owl get along. They planned the layout of their future home, imagining cozy corners for reading, a space for James to study theoretical transfiguration, and a sunlit area for Lily's potion experiments.

They debated the pros and cons of different locations, discussing how far they wanted to be from the bustling center of town. Lily desired a quiet retreat where she could be close to nature, while James considered the convenience of being closer to shops and neighbors.

Lily was actually the one who suggested living in Godric’s Hollow while they were walking around the lake on a particularly warm June day.

[stlivingla]

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