#large wood coffee table with metal legs

[scofieldshumway]

Raleigh Modern Family Room Mid-sized minimalist open concept family room design example with dark wood floors, white walls, a regular fireplace, a tile fireplace, and a media wall.

[mayajadewrites]

my type: shouta aizawa x dancer! reader

✦ synopsis: you're a dancer at a club that a certain erasure hero frequents every night after patrol. he's never talked to anyone before, until one night you decide to change that.

✦ content warnings: unprotected sex, creampie, strippers

✦ relationships: aizawa x fem!reader

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Every night, at 2AM on the dot, Pro Hero Eraserhead lingers into the club. You started noticing about 2 months ago when he would come in, order a few beers, and just watch.

He never got dances, though many, many dancers have asked him if he would like one. Even for free.

You've kept your distance from the raven-haired man, his yellow goggles pushed up against his hair. He seemed like bad news, and you wanted no parts.

During your stage time, you noticed him in the crowd. He wasn't in his hero uniform though, so maybe it was his night off.

Why was he here on his night off?

He exuded mysteriousness.

Your outfit tonight was all black - a black bikini with a mesh long sleeve crop top over it. You wore black metallic shorts that gave little to the imagination, with platform black heels.

You took your normal walk around the club, saying hi to some of your regulars and chatting with your fellow dancers.

Eraserhead with sat at a loveseat, his legs spread in the cockiest way.

"Have you ever given him a dance?" You asked one of the dancers. "Eraserhead."

"No, but GOD do I want to." She turned to look at him, biting her bottom lip. "He's so sexy. But he just comes here to drink I guess."

"Why not go to a bar then?"

"Girl I don't know. Why don't you ask him." She gently pushed between your shoulders to his direction.

His eyes were already locked on you as he sipped his drink.

They never left you once he locked eyes with you.

"Well if it isn't my favorite Pro Hero." You sit down next to him in the loveseat.

"Hello." His voice was deep. Deep as fuck. Not what you were expecting from a man who has never said one word in here.

"You know, I've seen you around." You crossed your legs - your thick thighs on display. "None of the girls have danced for you, though."

"I don't want any of them." He turned his head to take a sip of his drink, which looked like whiskey.

"Why not? They're gorgeous and can dance really well."

"Not my type."

"So what is your type, Eraserhead?" You lean into his space more, giving him a nice view of your tits.

"I prefer thicker women." He eyed your body up and down. "Ones that wear all black." He set his cup down on the table in front of him. "Ones that have the fattest ass I've ever seen."

"I've been here every time you were, so why didn't you say anything? Or ask for a dance?"

"What's your name?"

"My name here Rogue."

"Well, Rogue, every time I've wanted to you're already with someone and then you leave since the club closes at 3. I get here at 2."

"Tonights your lucky night then, hm?" You drag your nails along his black pants, stopping at his thigh. "Is that why you came here on your night off? To see me, Eraser?"

"Call me Shouta."

"Shouta." You repeated, your heart racing. He smelled like a mixture of musk, vanilla and cedar wood. His scent filled your nostrils as you moved your body just an inch closer to him.

"How much for a dance?" He pulled his leather wallet out of his pants pocket, revealing crisp bills.

"A private dance is $300."

"Heres $600." Shouta handed you the bills. He leaned in, his lips just grazing your ear. You grabbed his hand and lead him to the private rooms, which have a loveseat, LED lights, and a coffee table.

His hand is large and veiny, but soft and gentle, contrary to his appearance. You gently push him down onto the loveseat, watching his legs spread as he fixes his pants, most likely due to his erection.

You place your hands on his thighs as you start to move with the beat of the song that's on. Shouta stares at you, swallowing your entire figure with his eyes. You turned around and bent over to shake your ass and thighs, his lips parted just enough for you to tell he was enjoying this. Really enjoying this.

You ran your hands up and down your curves, his eyes focused on your thick, plush thighs as you danced.

You turned around to face him once more as you settle yourself into his lap - straddling him.

Your arms drape over his shoulders as you grind your hips on top of him, your clothed core soaked. You wonder if he can feel it.

His hands remained on the sides of his legs as you danced on him, refusing to give you the satisfaction you so desperately want.

Shouta's raven hair was beautiful and you needed to have your fingers in it. You wanted to feel the strands of his hair intertwined with your fingers.

He's just staring at you as you move, waiting to see what you do next.

You're becoming impatient. And annoyed that he isn't giving you the validation that you're chasing from him. You're usually confident - after all, this is your job. But Shouta is different.

You place your dainty hands on his chest and you can feel his muscles through the fabric. God, what you would do to see what's underneath.

"Handsy are we?" Shouta finally spoke, his voice smooth like velvet.

"Eraser." You sighed as you hooked your ankles onto his leg.

"Shouta."

"Shouta," You pressed your palms into him. "I-I want,"

"Use your words." Shouta grabbed your chin with his thumb and index finger. "My quirk isn't mind reading."

Why was he making you so tongue-tied?

"I want you to touch me." You flipped your hair to one side as you spoke.

"Show me where." He put his hands up in front of you so you can grab them. "Put them where you want me to touch you."

You almost let out a whimper as you pull one hand to your the front of your neck, the other on your aching cunt.

Shouta's facial expression didn't change though. He still looked serious. Still barely looked like he wanted to be there. You moved his hands again, one to your breast and the other on your ass, to which he couldn't help but squeeze gently.

"Can I show you were I want to touch you?" Shouta leaned into your ear, his breath dancing on your skin. You nod, eager to feel him touch you at his own accord.

He mimicked where you placed his hands, but dragged his hands from your ass to your thighs. This man is definitely obsessed with thighs and would do anything to get in between yours.

"Let's get out of here." You leaned into him, your lips almost touching.

"Meet me in the parking lot."

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You walked out into the cold night air, scanning the parking lot to find Shouta. You're wearing an oversized black hoodie with black biker shorts and slides.

You spot him leaning against his car with his arms crossed, looking sexy as fuck.

"You might look more gorgeous like that." He opened the passenger door for you before speeding off to your destination.

He wasted absolutely no time grabbing you once you were in his space. His apartment is clean and dark when his hands found your waist, pulling you into a frenzied kiss.

His lips felt hot on yours as his hands snuck under your hoodie, pressing his cold hands onto your soft stomach. "You're so beautiful, you know that?" He whispered against your lips as his moves his hands up to your tits. "I've thought about you for 2 months. Every. Day."

"Now you wanna talk?" You smirk as you bury your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer to you. "You were so quiet at the club."

"There was only one person I wanted to talk to." He growled as his lips attached to your neck. You threw your head back as he found your sensitive spot, kissing and sucking on your skin.

He then moved back to your lips, his large hand wrapping around your neck gently. You felt his fingertips slightly squeeze as he kissed you so sensually that you thought you were going to come right then and there.

Your pussy ached for his touch. A whimper escaped your throat as he kissed you, unable to say more than two words.

"Bed, please."

"You're so needy." Shouta pulled away from you and grabbed your hand. He pulled you into his room and practically threw you on the bed. He pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his chiseled physique. He's fucking beautiful.

You laid on your back as he crawled over you, his lips finding yours again. You let your hands explore his body - fingertips over each and every muscle. He pulled his hair into a bun as he kissed you, making sure nothing was in his way. Not a hair could ruin this sight.

"Off." He pulled on the hem of your hoodie. You obeyed, pulling the fabric over your head and revealing your lacy bra.

He dipped his head down to your chest, kissing your skin gently. His lips felt even hotter on your skin now.

"Shouta, please."

"What did I tell you about using your words?"

"I want you inside of me. Right now." You whine as you wrap your arms around his neck. "I can't wait anymore."

Shouta was silent as he dipped his hand inside your shirts, his middle finger finding your soaked cunt. He smirked as he pulled the finger out, staring at the almost glittering arousal on his fingertip.

"So wet for me already." He pushed the finger into his mouth, tasting you. "You want me right now, pretty girl?"

You nod as you kick your shorts and thong off. You help him with his belt and other barriers to his cock. Your fingertips danced on the elastic of his boxer briefs when you felt his hard cock through the fabric. Fuck, he's big.

"Go ahead." He watched you as you pulled his underwear down, his cock slapping against his abdomen. Your eyes grew wide at his size, but you're also nervous about him fitting inside of you.

You spread your legs, watching Shouta line himself with your soaking cunt. You feel his fat tip graze your slits, a moan leaving your mouth.

"Shh, my neighbors will hear." He smirked as he slowly pushed his tip inside of you. "Wouldn't want them to think I have some loud, inconsiderate brat in here." His muscular arms caged you in as he kissed your lips to ease his cock sliding inside of you.

"F-Fuck." You moan as you feel the entirety of Shouta Aizawa. Even though you're soaked, it's still work to get him all the way inside of you. "Shouta, you're so big."

"I know, baby." He pressed his hand to the back of your head, pushing you up to kiss him. "You're taking me so well."

Your eyes roll back as he gains his rhythm, his thrusts slow and deliberate. "That's right, pretty girl. Take my fat cock." He pushed himself inside you until the hilt, his balls hitting your ass.

Your gummy walls swallowed him once you got used to his size, clenching against his cock. In a frenzied kiss, your lips attached to his as he buried his cock into you.

The room filled with the lewd noises of your bodies and sinful moans. You could listen to Shouta moan all day.

"Rogue." He moaned, caressing your cheek.

You told him your name. Your real name.

"Don't call me Rogue ever again." You kiss his lips again, slipping your tongue inside. His pace quickened as he kissed you and you could feel yourself getting close.

Shouta must've felt your cunt clenching him because his large, calloused hand dipped to your clit, rubbing circles gently.

"Shouta, fuck!" You moan loading as he massaged your sensitive nub.

"Be quiet." He used his other hand to cover your mouth as he rubbed your clit and thrusted into you. "I don't need a noise complaint."

He kept his hand on your mouth as you began to lose control of your body. You closed your eyes as you swear you saw stars, the taste of Shouta's skin on your lips as he pushed his hand against your mouth.

"Mmm." You moaned, dragging your fingernails down his back. His strokes started to become sporadic, so he took his hand off your lips. You were coming down from your high as he was just approaching his.

"Fuck, baby, this pussy was made for me. You know that?" His breath was labored. "I could fuck you every day and never want another pussy. I'm gonna get you out of the club and take care of you." He pushed himself inside you once more, layering your gummy walls with his seed.

You both had to catch your breath from the life altering orgasms you just had. Shouta's skin was shiny from the sweat, some face framing pieces of his hair that fell out of his bun are sticking to his face. You pushed them behind his ear gently, kissing his lips.

"You're gonna take care of me, Shouta?" You smile as he kisses you back.

"Mm, yes." He pulls his cock out of you. You whimper from the loss of contact, not ready to be without him inside of you. "You'll make a pretty little housewife."

[blondejellykitty]

₊♡ ˚⊹ intruders in the cabin ₊♡ ˚⊹

୨୧ toby rogers x reader ୨୧ after your long walk through the forest, the stranger's cabin approaches but so does the dark... find part one: strangers in the woods. a/n: (1.5k words) sorry this took so long! i had so many different ideas of how this would go but i ended up liking this one best 🩷

After the long trek from within the forest, the encompassing trees merged into the dark distance. Ahead of you and Toby, who you came to know lived out here for his job, was a two story cabin. It wasn't overly large but you could tell it wouldn't be cramped inside.

You both were coming out of the forest from the right side of the house. At the front of the house was a small porch area with an old weathered metal stool. There were two dirt tracks from a vehicle winding into the forest. Toby offhandedly pointed to it as he walked up the porch stairs mentioning that that's the only way to get to an exit road.

He pulled out a silver key that was beginning to rust out of his jean pocket. His hand twitched a few times as if he had a bad hand cramp before roughly shoving the key into the lock.

Said wooden door was roughly shoved open hitting the wall behind it with a thud. The roof lights took a few seconds to come on after he flicked the light switch but he seemed to know where to go without them anyway. You hesitantly follow him into the old house.

It's not as if you had any other choice really. How else would you find your way out to the woods in the dark?

The interior was just as aged as the rest of the place. There were two brown couches one opposite the tv mounted on the wall above the fireplace, the other was on the right of the tv closing the living room off from the kitchen. There was a coffee table in between the two couches that had seen better days.

The kitchen table didn't look much better, there were four chairs although one had a bent leg and was sitting on an angle. So was one of the wooden cabinets barely hanging onto its hinges.

What else would you expect from a park ranger? Though it was a bit odd for someone your age to be doing this kind of job but then again the job market was rough so you gave the guy some slack.

He led you to couches where you sat on the nearest seat. Although it didn't look like it, the couch was more comfy than it looked. You almost melted back as you took in the rest of the room's details.

Most of the pictures and wall decor had a layer of dust on it, with thick cobwebs in the corners of the tall ceiling. There were worn marks from frequent use on the stairs opposite the front door, leading to the second floor of the cabin.

The creak of the fridge door opening startled you from your observations. Toby's head was peering into the fridge. "What'd you want? We've got gross pulp juice or flat cola?"

Not particularly your favourite choices in the world.

"Oh, there's some redbull cans- never mind their Bri- uh. My roommates." You were practically telepathic thanks to your customer service job but you could only just make out what he was mumbling about.

"I'll just have the juice, thank you" He hummed in agreement as he pulled out two glasses and poured you both a glass of the bulb orange juice.

He went around the other couch sitting down and leaning over to place your drink on the rackety table.

As he drank his eyes never left you, as if trying to soul search you. Under such intensive eyes you picked at the ends of your shirt, an odd habit you picked up during your time at school.

"So, do you live here alone?" Another habit of yours rose to the surface, filling the awkward silence. A habit you picked up at work.

"No, i have roommates"

He literally just mentioned it. Ugh you idiot, honestly.

"Right, you did mention that. Sorry" You quickly reached forward to grab your cup, raising it quickly to your mouth.

He laughed a bit, more like chuckled at your misfortune before muttering 'it's fine'.

"So why're you walking the trail you know before you got lost?" He emphasised the lost part as if he knew you weren't really. You gulped uncomfortably.

"I wanted to clear my head, walk with nature- that kinda thing." He raised an eyebrow questioningly.

"Walk with nature? What the hell does that even mean" You scoffed.

Clearly this guy hadn't read many self care books.

"You know, like to get away from what's bothering you" He shrugged nonchalantly and placed his empty cup down.

"I usually try to get away from the forest with all my problems" You somewhat snorted, also placing your half drank cup down.

A surprisingly easy quiet washed over you both. You were finally able to fully take in the fidgeting man in front of you.

He really was quite attractive. His hair had the slightest curl to it and he had the nicest eyelashes. His jawline too was perfect for his face. Not to mention his build too, he clearly had a runner's body but slightly more muscles in his arms, he- he was smirking too. He definitely saw you check him out. Opps.

"Would you like to share?" His voice jolted you out of your embrassing trance, you only just managed to not let it show.

"Share what?" He stretched his arms a bit before leaning one on the back to the couch with the other one falling back next to his legs.

"Share your problems, why you were out 'with nature'" His voice held a soft yet joking tone.

"Oh uh, it was just my boss- ex boss now"

"Oh, yeah?" He sat up a bit, more interested in what you had to spill.

"Yeah, he was a bit of a dick. Fired me which majorly sucks" He let out a 'oof' sound as he blew out air in a sigh.

"Right-o that sucks, damn you're having a worse day than me" You tried not to laugh, a tight smile the result.

"Happened yesterday actually so between us, you're having a worse day so" You dramatically shrugged and he laughed along.

"Fair enough" His voice teasingly defeated.

After a bit more back and forth talking about anything under the sun for a good while. He got up grabbing both your cups and retreating to the kitchen once more, asking if you wanted a refill.

As you were about to answer, a light shone through the gaps in the curtains. Toby was frozen in place before quickly darting over to you.

He roughly grabbed your upper arm pulling you up and into him. You whimpered an 'ow' out before he forcefully pulled you away from the couch and towards the stairs.

"What the fuck, let go of me!" Your voice spiraled the more confused you got and the longer he gripped you tight.

He merely lowly grunted in response, almost pushing you up the stairs. He got you about half-way up when the door slammed open.

Two men around the same height walked in and stopped at the view of you two. The man who walked in first had dark hair, a tan jacket over a red checkered shirt. In his hand was a black and white mask.

The other man had lighter hair, an off-yellow hoodie and fingerless gloves. In his hand was a black ski mask looking hood.

They were covered in blood except their faces. The masks however were dripping in blood, most of it falling onto the wooden floor.

A scream rang through the dimly lit cabin. It wasn't until Toby's hand violently covered your both did you realize it was coming from you.

Your now muffled cries seemed to awaken the two new men out of their distraction.

"What the fuck Toby? We were gone what three- four hours and you bring a fucking stray here?" The man with the yellow hoodie angrily ran his hand through his messy hair while the other man shook his head in disbelief before collapsing down onto the couch.

"She got lost, besides she's pretty" His stuttering heightened the more the man glared at him.

"I don't care whether she Helen of fucking Troy Toby! You know the rules"

Your attempts to get free were futile, with Toby's arm wrapped around your middle and his hand covering your mouth. Your wriggling and jolting did nothing but push you into him again and again.

He grumbled under his breath before flipping you around to face him. He held both your wrists in one hand while his other wrapped around the back of your head.

You could feel the sting on your arms and neck from his harshness. Your wide eyes watering in fear and the cold air. Your jarpled words mixed together to form a barely cohert sentence. Thoughts too scattered to comprehend the situation.

Toby's eyes were blank but his bottom lip jutted out in a pout.

"Well, it seems like you are having a worse day than me huh?" You blinked in confusion.

You opened your mouth to respond when his hand shifted to your hair pulling at the roots. He pushed your head towards his shoulder. Then in a split second he smacked your head towards the hard, cold wall.

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“Excuse me, coming through".

You walk down the dim corridor, the sound of telephones and mundane conversations muffled by the large window that separates the common office from the rest of the rooms. You take a quick glance inside and notice that it is emptier than usual, with only a couple of agents sitting at their desks filling out forms, watching the television broadcasting the evening news, or chatting with their cubicle neighbors.

You continue, carefully hugging the old box tighter as you slip past some of your father's co-workers, who greet you quietly before resuming their conversation, the smell of freshly brewed coffee and cigarette smoke clinging to their shirts wafting through the air. You're thankful it's not a stupidly strong cologne like the one James Blanc, one of the junior officers, wears. He puts on too much and it always makes you sneeze.

It reminds you of your male classmates who shower themselves in body spray after gym class, the smell making you dizzy as you sit inside the suffocating classroom.

After a few minutes of walking down the dull, gray hallway, you finally reach your destination, stopping in front of a worn wooden door with a silver plaque that reads a familiar name in faded letters: "Det. Pembroke”. Behind the doorway, you can hear a male and female voice, the latter sounding distressed, though you can't discern what they're talking about. Balancing the cardboard box on one arm, you lift your free hand and rack your knuckles against the solid material.

"Come in, door's open", replies a gruff voice after a couple of seconds of silence. Grunting and mentally begging yourself not to drop the heavy package, your hand quickly finds the handle and turns it urgently, the old wood creaking loudly as the door swings open, giving way to a simple yet messy office.

Tall rectangular metal cabinets and bookcases line the dark green walls, with various certificates and diplomas filling the empty spaces. On the right side of the room is a large display cabinet with various comic book figurines, knick-knacks, trophies and photo frames, displaying some of your family's memorabilia and achievements. On the opposite side of the office, under a rectangular window, is a wooden table with small drawers containing a small coffee pot and water dispenser. 

Your eyes sweep around the room and settle on your father, who sits behind a metal desk, with piles of documents, dirty mugs, a cup full of pens and pencils, and an old laptop taking up space on the surface. Behind it is a large map detailing the geography of your city, Kotohira. You take notice of several colored thumbtacks mark certain areas, though you can't see exactly where they point to.

He lifts his head to acknowledge your presence and his slender finger points to a table hidden in the corner of the room. “Put it there, kid. Careful with that, it's important,” you nod quickly at your father's words and head for the cabinet, pushing aside the manila folders to make room for the box. 

You place the package down with a quiet sigh, using your now free hands to wipe the dust from your button-up shirt, your legs burning as a reminder that it's been hours since you've sat down, too busy running errands and fetching documents around the station. 

Your father's eyes focus again on the woman sitting across from him, and he clears his throat as he continues. “Mrs. Enma, please don't worry, my men are working full-time to solve this case,” he reassures the woman, who nods silently at his affirmation.

Your gaze is drawn to the figure, an old woman you recognize as your upstairs neighbor who lives in apartment 305, Saeki Enma. You have bumped into her and her husband several times, either in the building's elevator or the nearby supermarket. It's strange to see her like this, with her usual warm smile and cheerful laughter replaced by a chagrined expression and puffy red eyes.

However, her reaction is understandable, as her only grandson is now the ninth person to go missing in the last month in Kotohira.

Saeki shakily reaches for her small black leather purse sitting on her lap, her small hands pulling out a beautiful baby-blue silk handkerchief, dabbing the corner of her wrinkled eyes to wipe away the rest of her salty tears. Her lips quiver as she looks down.

"Thank you, Detective Pembroke. My little Yuuken means the world to me, he's a kind and responsible boy. Oh my God... he must be so scared," she breaks down after glancing at the file in front of her, the picture of her grandson quietly staring back at her.

Her hands cover her eyes as her body shakes, the sound of her sobs echoing off the walls of the quiet office. Your father immediately gets up from his swivel chair and places a comforting hand on the old woman's back, while you run to the water dispenser, fill a glass, and hand it to her with a comforting smile.

Saeki accepts it with a sniffle, her trembling hands wrapping around the transparent glass as she sips in silence, her crying ceasing. A few minutes later, she calms down and sighs, gently patting your father's hand as a sign of gratitude. And suddenly, her eyes widen as her attention turns to you. 

"Oh my, (Y/N)! It's good to see you, what are you doing here? I apologize that you have to see me in this state," she laughs weakly, and you can still hear a hint of sadness in her voice. You suspect she's trying to distract herself from the grief of losing her grandson.

In return, you offer a small smile and a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Please don't worry, Mrs. Enma. It's good to see you, too." Your father suddenly slaps a hand on your shoulder with a toothy smile, causing you to jump in surprise as you turn to look at him in confusion.

“Kiddo over here had no plans for the summer, so I dragged them to the station to help out” - bullshit, you did have plans! You were going to spend every day inside, locked in your room with the air conditioning on, sprawled on your bed, and enjoying your free time. Hell, you'd even bought so many books and comics to read during the break! Now they're just going to sit there, gathering dust.

As Saeki finishes her glass of water, she lifts her head to look at the clock, whose hands point to the current time, 8:43 p.m. “My God! I apologize for taking up so much of your time, Detective Pembroke. My husband will be worried, I should be getting home,” she gasps in surprise. As you help Mrs. Enma out of her chair and pick up her cane, your father heads down the hallway, shouting for a nearby officer to help escort Saeki home.

In a matter of seconds, you hear a pair of footsteps running toward the office, and suddenly a young blond policeman stands in the doorway, nervously greeting your father. You remember that his name is Renart, a French cop freshly graduated from the police academy near Chichibugahama beach. The officers at the station call him "Croissant Surfer.”

Renart escorts Mrs. Enma out of the office, but not before she thanks your father again and gives you a warm smile as she bids you farewell. Your father promptly closes the door, sighing as he pinches the bridge of his nose. "Nine people... nine people just gone," he whispers.

As you walk to the desk, your eyes scan the missing person's report. Yuuken Enma, a second-year student of Hibari Municipal High School disappeared this afternoon after leaving the Ishimoto gymnasium at around 2:30 p.m. He was reported missing by his grandparents who explained that Yuuken failed to pick up his phone and had never arrived home at an agreed hour.

According to witness reports, he was last seen by his fellow kendo club member and first-year student, Koito Saya. The two of them were training for an upcoming kendo match which would take place after summer break ended. 

Koito explains that Yuuken left practice early because "he was feeling unwell and he had to help his grandmother prepare some things for the Tanabata Festival.” The first-year student stayed in the gym for another hour of training, and when he left the facility around 4:00 p.m., he found a keychain from an action figure that belonged to Yuuken on the floor. Minutes later, the Enma's called the police station.

Your fingers grab the corner of the paper and turn the page to read some additional details about the case. This Yuuken boy... the two of you stood together at the bus station, but you never really spoke. You went to different schools, and his appearance and aura communicated that he didn't want to be bothered, so you left him alone. Besides, you're not the most outgoing person, so you never really made a move to befriend him. You only knew of his personality from the comments of neighbors and even your parents; a "charismatic and determined young man.” 

Your eyes land on an evidence report detailing the footage from the gym's surveillance camera. Your eyes widened as you remembered the conversation you overheard in the records room about two days ago about the recent missing persons cases.

According to the officer, all of the nine disappearances have been caught on CCTV, but you can never see who is taking them or where they are going because the recording always glitches.

He described in detail the disappearance of Fígaro Koskela, the young heir to a Finnish jewelry empire, who was walking home from a party organized by his classmates. He's alone, it's the middle of the night, he's strolling down an alley near some residential houses, when all of a sudden his head whips around as he hears a strange noise, the policeman describes the sound as that of a loud roar followed by a cry similar to that of horses.

Figaro's expression morphed into one of shock and bewilderment, paralyzed on the spot as his blue eyes did not look away from where the sound came. At that moment, the camera stops and the footage goes black. Suspiciously, the camera reactivated itself hours later as police arrived on the scene and neighbors peered out their windows and doors to see what was going on.

The officer explained that all the victims disappeared in the same way: they were alone in Kotohira, they heard something, and the camera footage went black, adding that the people who were near where the victims disappeared never heard anything strange. But he also points out that none of the victims have anything in common. Age, appearance, socioeconomic status, even where they live, nothing.

You're jolted out of your trance as your father clears his throat and walks past you, taking a seat in his chair, before turning to face you, the lack of sleep and stress evident due to the dark circles under his eyes. "From the looks of things, I don't think I'll be leaving the office anytime soon. Do you think your mom can pick you up?"

Normally, you would walk home, since the police station is not that far from the apartment building. That, and the night air feels good on your skin, plus, it gives you some time alone to think and take some pictures of the sky and wildlife.

However, because of the recent disappearances, everyone in Kotohira is on edge, including you and especially your parents. This morning, you even received some messages from a few of your school friends who were outraged because their parents wouldn't let them go on their annual trip to the beach for fear that their children would be the next victims.

You nodded at your dad’s request before taking the seat that Mrs. Enma had previously occupied and wasted no time dialing your mother's phone number. Frankly, you were tired and hungry, having accidentally skipped lunch to help the Chief's secretary organize a mountain of paperwork that needed to be archived. Seriously, these guys are a mess.

After a few dials, you hear the sound of the phone picking up and your mother's cheery voice answering from the other end. "Hello, honey! How's my baby doing?" you see out of the corner of your eye as your father chuckles, having heard your mother's cooing over the loud volume of the phone. "I'm fine, Mom. How was your case?"

You can hear your mother gasp in surprise before she giddily recounts the details of the latest case she took on. "Oh, you bet your ass I won it! You should have seen the look on that idiot Howard's face when they declared my client innocent. That asshole always takes the side of dirty money," you laugh lightly at your mom’s colorful words; she has had a fierce rivalry with Vanguard Legal Services’ best attorney, Howard Waltz, ever since college. They even work at competing firms.

Your mother spends a few minutes telling you more details about the case before asking you why you called her. You tell her about Yuuken Enma's recent disappearance and that your father won't be able to take you home due to the heavy workload. 

"Yuuken has disappeared!? Oh, poor thing, I hope they find him soon. Don't worry, darling, I just left the office, I'll be there in about half an hour," after exchanging a few more words, you hang up the call.

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You hold your head in your hands, it feels like someone is violently sticking a sharp needle into the left side of your brain and your eyes won't stop throbbing. 'What the actual hell happened? I was doing fine a minute ago.’

Your father had left after the Chief knocked on the door and told him that they were going to have a brief meeting to organize a search party for Yuuken and share some updates on the case. Seconds after they departed and your dad bid you goodbye in case you were gone before he returned, your terrible headache suddenly appeared, and now you feel like you're going to throw up.

“O, thou who were guided by the dark mirror”.

"What was that!? Hello!?" you yell, the chair legs squeaking loudly against the floor as you quickly stand up, your eyes scanning the room trying to find the deep voice that just spoke. Your heart is beating fast, your breathing labored as your hands immediately find a fountain pen sitting on top of some papers, grab it, and point the tip outward to use it as a makeshift weapon. 

‘Are the rookies pulling a prank? Or am I hallucinating? Damn it! This fucking headache is driving me insane!’ You lower your head to look at the gap between the door and the floor, but you don’t see anyone standing outside or hear any movement from the hallway. Before you can continue to examine the room any further, your phone vibrates and the screen turns on, displaying a recent message from your mother alongside other notifications: "I'm outside." 

You waste no time getting your things, slinging the messenger bag over your shoulder, grabbing your sweater off the back of the chair, and throwing the pen away, landing behind your father’s chair. You're tired, you're hungry, you don’t want to deal with whatever prank somebody’s pulling on you, and you want to take care of this headache before it turns into an excruciating migraine. 

You make your way over the door, making sure you stomp your feet as hard as you can to warn whoever is hiding and pulling your hair, to start running before you catch them and kill them. You twist the doorknob and open the door quickly, only to find... the hallway completely desolated and eerily quiet.

This is strange... even if everyone was working, you would hear the noise coming from the offices, but, there is no sound at all. You can’t even hear the wind blowing outside or the droning songs from the cicadas. Your stomach twists into knots, a feeling in your gut screaming at you that something is wrong. You need to get out of there now.

“Let thy heart’s desire reflected in the mirror take thee by the hand”.

Yeah, no, this is no prank. Whatever's going on here is some paranormal shit. 

You don't waste a second as you bolt from your father's office, running down the hallway as fast as you can, never looking back for fear of something coming after you. You groan as your headache begins to worsen, your head now throbbing and your ears ringing loudly as you begin to hear a chorus of unintelligible voices inside your brain.

“In me. In them. In you.”

You pant as you run past the common office, your eyes widening as you find the entire room empty, all the equipment turned off and the chairs scattered around the room as if everyone had suddenly gotten up and gone home. The deep voice rings louder in your head again, its words feeling like mockery. ‘What the hell is going on? Where did everyone go? Dad, please be okay!’

“We all have very little time left.”

"AGH, JUST SHUT UP!" you shout, hoping the voices will go away, but they only get louder by the second. Thankfully, you reach the entrance of the police station, your eyes widening in relief as you find your mother's gray car parked right outside. Swinging the glass door open, you dash towards the vehicle, panic running through your veins.

"MOM! PLEASE! IT'S ME! OPEN THE DOOR!" you slam your right hand against the window as you yank hard at the handle of the locked car door. But as you duck your head to look inside the car, your breath is cut short and you feel your heart come to a screeching halt. The driver's side is empty, not a trace of your mother inside.

You slowly back away from the vehicle in utter disbelief, the voices having stopped, but you don't even notice, too preoccupied with the sudden disappearance of everyone around you. Your attention, however, is drawn to a hellish sound coming from your right. A loud roar, creaking wood, heavy wheels rolling on the pavement, and the whole cacophony accompanied by the cries of horses.

You feel frozen in place as your head turns to the side and your eyes widen at the sudden appearance of a funeral carriage drawn by two elegant horses coming at you at full speed. 

You want to run, to escape from this hellish scene as quickly as possible, to run into your parents' arms. ‘This has to be a nightmare. This isn’t real!’ Every single muscle and nerve in your body is screaming for you to move, and yet something is holding you back. You close your eyes in fear as the sound of hooves comes closer and closer.

You feel nothing as the carriage crashes into you.

“Welcome to Night Raven College, young soul”.

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Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince:

Chapter 7

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Miss Americana

June 2023:

Nice was beautiful. And warm. And bright. Romantic little alleyways everywhere. The people a bright mix of residents and tourists. But what surprised Rachel the most was that so many people spoke Italian. She didn’t expect it but it gave her hope that she might get along way better than she thought. She checked into a small hotel close to the promenade, enjoying the southern French sun that streamed through her windows.

Rachel sat on her little balcony, watching the happy buzzing beneath her, the busy street, googling for Madame Leclerc’s hair salon. It took her a while to find it, for some reason a handsome young man, who she thought she saw somewhere before, was the search result most of the times. But when she finally found the hair salon, she wrote down the address, before she googled a hotel in Monaco. The prices went through the roof and she chose the cheapest one she could find. Wasting all her money for hotel rooms wasn’t planned and she hoped she would find a job quickly. It was early afternoon when she felt the tiredness overthrowing her. She checked her phone, counting what time it was in Montreal, realising that she was awake for over 24 hours at this point. She had tried to sleep on the flight, preventing herself from a jet leg, but she was too nervous, too excited, to sleep. The young woman decided to take a quick shower and then head straight to bed. But before, she locked her hotel room door twice, put the door chain on, and then looked around, spotting the metal cup filled with sticks full of sugar and wood sticks to stir some coffee or tea. She emptied out the cup and then carefully put it on the door handle, to be alarmed if anyone would try to come into her room, giving her time to escape out of the balcony. Rachel looked at her work and sighed, feeling way too paranoid as she stubbed her toe against her backpack, next to the bed. It was packed with all her documents, money, phone charger and some clothes, including her sneakers, ready to grab and leave in case she had to flee. Having an escape plan at all times was mandatory, according to Stuart and although Rachel was more than sure that no one had followed her, she agreed with him and wanted to be prepared for everything. She decided to stay for a couple of days in Nice. Making sure that she was really safe. And alone. Thoughts of her old life, her old identity, crossed her mind. She had to think back at how she met Stuart‘s 'friend' Isabella. She was an odd person, mysterious, a little scary maybe. She had brown hair and besides a 'hello' and 'where’s your stuff' she didn’t say much, only starting to change into some of Rachel’s clothes from her open suitcase on the bed, before she closed it. A look through the room and she stepped in front of the mirror, putting a blonde wig on, she had just pulled out of her bag, followed by Rachel’s large shades she had grabbed from the drawer. She handed Rachel a keycard to a different room and told her to go there, then grabbed the suitcase and her handbag and left as fast as she had appeared, leaving behind a confused Rachel, who grabbed her stuff and left the room to enter the new one three doors down the hallway. Just like Isabella said.

Rachel laid in bed for a while, thinking about all kinds of abstruse ends of her old life. What Isabella had done to her belongings. Maybe they would end up in a burned out car, or thrown out at some landfill where maybe one of the workers would find it. Maybe they would inform her father, and he would assume that his daughter was kidnapped, murdered, gone. She shook her had, biting her lips. She knew that it would break his heart, but it was the only way to escape her fate. But thinking back how lost and devastated he was when the doctors told him that her mother didn’t make it off the table, the pained scream he let out, so bone chilling that Rachel got goosebumps just thinking about it. It made her feel sick to her stomach and she had to urge herself to think about something else. Her new life ahead. A clean cut. Besides Stuart, no one knew she was gone. No one knew she had a new identity. And until tomorrow evening or rather late at night it would stay this way. When Don Romano’s men would come to pick her up from college and wouldn’t find her. Finding out that she graduated a week earlier, that she was gone. Then it would be time for her to stay alert, watch her surroundings. Hope that no one showed up for her. Hope that their plan had worked out and she was free. With the thoughts of a better life ahead, she drifted into a dreamless sleep, finally succumbing to her bodies need for rest.

4 days. 96 hours. 5760 minutes. That was the time it took for her father and the men he worked for to trace Rachel’s steps all the way to Montreal. The hotel she had chosen back there was small, no high quality security cameras, only a grainy tape of a blonde girl checking into the hotel under the name of Rachel Lombardi and then 4 days later checking out of the hotel. That was it, that was the trail of traces she had left, buying a ticket to Montreal with her credit card, checking into the hotel with her credit card, renting a car with her credit card. And that was where the trail ended. Another grainy video of the blonde girl at the car rental, loading her suitcase into the trunk of the car. A car that had disappeared since then.

"Everything is going according to our plan… you disappeared into the Canadian wilderness…" Stuart said and Rachel took a deep breath.

"They stopped looking for me?" she almost whispered.

"Well, there are still two men here, I don’t know what they are doing right now, but the other two men left. They tried to ping your phone, but the last signal it sent was on the highway out of town and since then it’s gone completely off the radar."

"So it worked? I’m gone? They can’t find me…" she felt tears stinging in her eyes.

"I think so, yes. I will check in on what’s going on here for the next couple of days and what these two guys that stayed behind do, but yeah for now, I’d say Rachel Lombardi is gone."

Rachel stayed quiet, thinking about his words before she let out a sigh.

"I would feel better if I’d knew what these two guys were doing…"

"Don’t worry, okay? I’ve got someone looking for them. We figure out what’s going on, but you’re far away, you shouldn’t be too worried okay? It’s fine. You’re fine." Stuart tried to reassure her and after another moment of silence Rachel nodded.

"You’re right. Your plan worked out so far, I have no doubt it won’t work out anymore out of the blue." she replied laying back in her bed, switching off the nightstand lamp "It’s going to be fine."

"Exactly. Stop worrying and start living la dolce vita!"

"I’m trying, I promise."

"That’s the spirit. I’ll give you a call as soon as I found out what’s going on with the two who stayed behind… until then, enjoy the sun, the gelato, the vine."

"I will…"

"Alright. And now good night, relax, stop worrying, okay?" Stuart urged again and Rachel chuckled a little.

"Good night, Stuart…"

The little bookstore right by the sea made Rachel swoon. It looked so cozy and dreamy that she knew she could spend hours if not days in there, but she came with her mind set on a goal.

"Hi- umm… I’m looking for books to learn French better, please?" she stammered in the worst kind of French and the older lady at the counter smiled at her.

"Oh dear, here, let me show you!" she replied in English, her French accent sounding almost melodic. She waddled away, the young girl in tow, and pointed to a section of dictionaries and other language learning books. "Here we have everything for you. Take your time…" she smiled and walked off, scratching a black cat’s head that was resting between two piles of books "I’ll get you a treat Rico." Italian.

"Do you think it’s easier to learn French from Italian or from English?" the young girl asked.

"Oh, you speak Italian? Then I would recommend you the Italian ones."

"Alright…" Rachel grabbed one of the books and sat down in one of the armchairs, Rico getting up from his spot, walking over to the young girl "Hi Rico." she smiled, scratching his head a little.

"That never happened before…" the book shop owner said "He doesn’t like strangers at all!"

"This cuddly one?" Rachel laughed, when Rico literally clung to her legs, circling them.

"Yeah… that must mean he thinks you’re a good person. Trustworthy." the older lady smiled, crouching down a little to give her cat a treat "You know, cats have a sixth sense for that…"

"Yeah, maybe…" the girl swallowed thickly, thinking about how she wasn’t that trustworthy after all, hiding her true identity.

"Have you found a book?"

"Umm- yes. I think I’ll go with this one. It’s for starters…"

"You should also get a book in French… read it, try to use you’re Italian to translate it, and if you don’t know a word or two you can have a look in a dictionary… that way you’ll learn even faster!"

"Sounds like a good plan, thank you!" Rachel smiled, patting the cat’s head.

"What kind of books are you into? Romance? Fantasy? Thriller? Dark romance? We’ve got a whole collection of Mafia romance books, it’s the newest trend I guess…" the elder lady pointed at some books displayed on a table but Rachel shook her head.

"I don’t get how anyone can think that it’s romantic being in the Mafia…" she mumbled.

"It’s always a dark, broody and mysterious guy fighting and protecting his girl… lots of young woman seem to like it… they are also- umm let’s say they are spicy…" the bookshop owner wiggled her eyebrows.

"Yeah no thanks…"

"Are you into Formula 1? We have some romance books in the Formula 1 world? They’re not really authentic when it comes to racing but oh well…"

"Umm- no. Not into Formula 1. Watching a bunch of guys driving in circles for hours is not really my thing…" Rachel rolled her eyes a little.

"Oh dear this isn’t Nascar. Formula 1 tracks are no circles. We’re close to Monaco, everyone here is crazy about Formula 1." the older lady laughed "Why don’t you have a look around for some books you like and I make us a coffee?"

Rachel wasn’t used to people being this nice and open minded to strangers so she just nodded, confused. But she did what the bookshop owner, she introduced herself as Clarisse, suggested and walked around, searching through the different isles, trying to find the perfect book for her.

"So, where are you from?" Clarisse asked half an hour later, when they both sat down in the plush armchairs, both with a mug full of steaming coffee in hand.

"I’m from… umm-…" Rachel had to think for a moment where here new persona was from, not familiar with the new details "Pennsylvania…"

"Pennsylvania?" the bookshop owner cocked an eyebrow, looking at the girl.

"Yeah, I wasn’t sure if you knew Harrisburg…" she faked a smile, taking a large sip from her coffee "On the other hand, Europeans are way better in geography than us Americans… so…"

"Well, I wouldn’t put it that way… but yeah, you might be onto something there." Clarisse laughed "And what brings you here to Nice? A young, pretty girl like you?"

"Umm-… I’m on a trip through Europe. So I couldn’t miss Nice obviously…" Rachel lied and was happy that Rico decided that now was the perfect time for some more head scratches so he jumped into the girls lap, purring.

"If you’re here, you should also make a stop in Monaco. The rich and the famous living there all together in one little spot. And a lot of Formula 1 drivers… young and handsome, some are single… good catches for a little summer romance." the older lady wiggled her eyebrows and Rachel laughed.

"I’m not interested in a summer romance. I want to see the cities, landmarks, get to know the culture, all the beautiful beaches! Oh and of course the food…" Rachel smiled, she always dreamed of a trip through Europe one day to do exactly that, but she never thought she would get the chance to.

"Well, I can’t argue with that. It sounds like an amazing plan." Clarisse nodded, sipping at her coffee "But I’ll warn you, a beautiful girl like you? Foreign? You will have admirers left and right… men from the south of Europe are all little heartbreakers you know, always here for them pretty girls. Take good care of your heart, or you’ll lose it to one of them…"

"I’ll watch out for heartbreakers… I promise." Rachel laughed.

"Good, very good. So? Did you find some books?" the bookshop owner looked at the little stack of books on the table next to the girl.

"Yeah. I went with books my mother used to read to me like Alice in Wonderland, The Hobbit and some classics like Wuthering Heights and Great Expectations… I guess that should be enough for now. A dictionary, a book to learn French and some French books… I hope it works out." Rachel looked at the books she chose and Clarisse smiled.

"Don’t worry, ma fille, it will. And if not, you could still come here again and we try another book that might help you better…" she sat down her coffee cup and Rachel nodded.

"Yeah. I think I’ll do that. I mean, I will be here for some days… it’s a beautiful city after all…" she replied, looking out of the window, the busy street almost hiding the beautiful Mediterranean Sea behind it.

Rachel spent the next 2 days mostly at the beach, reading her books, trying to learn French and although it was easier with her being fluent in Italian, it still was a lot of work and she knew she had to improve a lot to be able to work as a nurse. She sat on her beach towel, watching the sun slowly set over the horizon when her phone rang and Stuart called her. Taking one last deep breath she answered the call.

"Hi…"

"Hey… well umm- Rachel, I’m almost 100 % sure that the coast is clear. Like completely. The two guys who stayed behind, they left the city on the same highway that you took, probably following more of the CCTV footage that showed Isabella… but that trail ended at a truck stop. The car abandoned, at the end of the parking lot, the CCTV footage only showing you going into the diner and leaving it an hour later, but there is no camera at the parking lot, your suitcase is still in the car, your passport as well, only your wallet and phone gone. They took the suitcase with them and left Montreal this morning…" Stuart explained and Rachel let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding in.

"They’re not looking for me anymore?" she asked quietly "They left?"

"They left, yeah…"

"Okay…" Rachel mumbled closing her eyes but kept silent, the one thing on her mind that she kept thinking off the last days.

"What? What’s going on?" Stuart asked, knowing the girl too well.

"Did they- umm… did they report me as missing?" her voice barely above a whisper and the line went silent, before he cleared his throat.

"No, they didn’t. I mean, they can’t just file a police report that you’re missing… we both know they can’t ask the police for help."

"No… you’re right, they can’t… and the Romano’s only have some people at the customs control at the Boston harbour, some lower ranked police officers and detectives in Woburn and Winchester on their payroll… I don’t think that any of them would be of service to find a missing girl in the Canadian wilderness…" Rachel said quietly, leaning back into her pillows "Do you think they keep looking for me themselves? Or-…" will they just accept that she was gone, not caring what happened to her.

"I guess they will keep looking for you, from time to time, maybe find new traces although there aren’t any… but I’m sure they won’t look for you in Europe and most definitely not in Monaco…"

Rachel thought for a moment, closing her eyes and then began to chuckle.

"What?" Stuart asked but the girl laughed even more "Are you okay?"

"Yeah-… sure…" she breathed out, wiping away a stray tear, not knowing what came over her "I was just imagining… what if they declare me dead. I mean, it looks like some crazy trucker might’ve taken me with him to do what not and then just got rid of me… what if my dad wants a funeral? Or something like that? To say goodbye? What if my dad for once remembers how to be a dad and I’m not even there to witness it…"

"Rach, stop watching these true crime documentaries, your mind is already too dark and twis-…" Stuart began.

"No, I’m serious! I mean, what did I think what would happen? They find my stuff in an abandoned car, no trace of me for days… what would you think? They know how easily you can let someone disappear, they do it all the time. It’s just logical that my dad thinks I’m dead and maybe to make himself feel better he wants a funeral or something…"

"But you don’t have to care about that anymore, okay? Rach you’re safe. Gone. There is nothing that could lead them to you. You are free. Finally. You can live the life you always wanted to. Don’t think about what’s happening back home. It’s over okay? You start your new life in Monaco and find the happiness you deserve…" Stuart tried to calm Rachel down and after a moment of silence he heard the girl taking a deep breath.

"Do you think there will be a coffin? Filled with some of my stuff from my old room?" she then asked.

"Rach!"

"Sorry-… it’s just… you know in movies or tv shows they do it all the time and-…"

"Stop, okay? Stop thinking about that. It’s over now. You live your life in Monaco. They will do whatever they want. But it doesn’t matter anymore, okay? You are free." Stuart’s voice firm "Don’t think about your past. Focus on the now, focus on your future."

"I-…" Rachel stopped, not knowing what to say "I think a part of me still needs to process this all… like let it fully sink in…"

"Understandable. It takes time…" his voice wavered a little.

"I can’t even imagine how hard it must’ve been for you… you were younger. And all alone, no one helped you like you helped me…"

Stuart was silent and Rachel thought she might’ve said something wrong when she heard him chuckle bitterly.

"I wasn’t alone. Someone helped me… but that’s in the past. He is in the past. I got out of my old life, just like you did. You’ll live your new life now in Monaco, I’ll go to LA. We’ll be fine, you and I." he replied, sounding confident.

"Will you be safe in LA? They won’t look for you?" Rachel asked, feeling a pang of guilt in her chest.

"For what it’s worth, we never really interacted on campus, no one knows that we’re friends. And if they would find and ask me, that’s the answer I would be giving. We were classmates, we worked on projects together sometimes, but that’s it. You were not really open minded, most of the time you sat alone in the library studying. So yeah, we didn’t know each other that well."

"That sounded really convincing… ouch…"

"Maybe I should try become an actor, once I’m In LA." Stuart thought out loud and Rachel laughed.

"One thing is for sure, I would be your biggest fan from day one…" she said.

"Oh stop…" he chuckled.

"No, I’m serious, you would be the next big thing without a doubt, but to me you will always be the guy that saved my life. Thanks for that."

"Bit dramatic, but okay."

"I’m serious… you saved my life, Stuart."

"I would do it in a heartbeat again and-… oh shit. That was my flight…" he said hurriedly "I really don’t want to end this call now, but that was the last call for my flight…"

"It’s alright. Call or text as soon as you arrive." Rachel said "Take care. Have a safe flight."

"I text you. For the last time, bye Rach."

Rachel Lombardi was gone.

Disappeared. Missing. Gone. Dead.

She didn’t sleep that night. Her mind trying to grasp the fact that her old life really was over. She really was free. She knew that this was happening. This was what they had planned after all. But having the confirmation that her father, the familia, were looking for her and only find that she had disappeared, not a single trace left. She didn’t know how to feel. Relieved? Sad? Happy? Hopeful? Devastated? It was getting too much in her head and she felt dizzy. She got out of bed, opened the balcony doors and sat down in the chair outside, a clear night sky above. Stars shining brightly. The soft ocean waves crashing down onto the shore ahead of her. With the salty sea breeze in her hair, she took a few deep breaths, trying to calm herself down. She could start a whole new life, now that her old one ended. After a couple of minutes, Rachel went back inside, sinking into the pillows, her head clear. She would book a hotel in Monaco in the next days, then buy some more clothes, appropriate for the warm and sunny days ahead, and then she would take the train to Monaco, finding Madame Leclerc.

If Rachel thought Nice was beautiful, she wasn’t prepared for Monaco. The little alleys between the beautiful houses, the happy mix of French, Italian and English spoken on the streets. Luxurious cars chasing after another in the narrow streets, making people look up at their sound. She followed the directions on her phone, leading her right in front of the hair salon her mother told her all about. The girl pocketed her phone and looked through the window, taking a deep breath before she opened the door, hoping that it wasn’t a mistake to come here. The hairdresser swiped the last remaining hair off of the ground when the door bell rang and she looked up. A young girl stood in the door. A pretty girl. For some reason the Monegasque woman thought she knew the girl from somewhere.

"Sorry? Umm hi. I’m looking for someone." the girl asked shyly. Not from around. Her French sounded foreign "I’m looking for… Mm-… Leclerc…"

The older woman rolled her eyes. Of course. Another fangirl of her son. Looking for him in her salon.

"Listen, you girls need to stop. This is my salon. Charles is barely here! Why would he be! So tell your little friends to stop this nonsense, okay?" Pascale said bluntly and Lauren looked at her in confusion.

"Umm? I- I don’t know who Charles is? I’m looking for Madame-… umm-… Pascale Leclerc? She umm- she helped my mum years ago. And they kinda stayed in touch for a while… and Madame Leclerc told my mum if she ever needs anything she can always contact her…" the young girl explained and the hairdresser looked at her for a moment when her eyes widened.

"Susannah Lombardi? Is that your mother?" she asked and Lauren nodded "Rachel? You’re Rachel?"

Rachel nodded, realising that it was a mistake. She wasn’t Rachel. Not anymore.

"Umm… yeah… but no- I mean… I changed my name. I’m Lauren. Lauren Millner."

Chapter 7 - and here it is, the official name change. Bye Rachel, hello Lauren. We are this 🤏 close to the first meeting of Charles and Lauren 🙈 for now, I hope you enjoyed reading this chapter. Also, congrats to Max on his 4th title, well deserved!

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[mortiskiller]

A companion piece, the feeder perspective to a story by @thefoolandthehermit and I. Make sure to read them both!

It was a short drive to the dispensary, maybe thirty minutes round trip, enough time for the groceries I ordered to be ready for pick up. As I pulled into the driveway, the kitchen light caught my attention. “Silly girl must be hungry after last night.” I thought, grabbing the groceries, every bag bulging with ingredients and treats for my voluptuous growing girl. 

The sound of me opening the door stopped her dead in the hall. Thick round and heavy ass cheeks stretched a pair of pink panties to their limits, a drooping pair of love handles covered the waistband of her oh so small panties. 

“Princess.” I addressed her, she knew to turn around. Thick pillar-like legs that touched to her calves shifted her jiggling bulk around. A light red spread over her plump peach shaped cheeks as she looked at me, hands filled with a half gallon of chocolate milk and two cold slices of pizza. “You know you’re not supposed to be on your feet today, remember?” 

As she chewed on her pizza the sudden realization of our deal came back to her.  Today my lardy princess was not supposed to move a muscle besides to eat or use the bathroom. A whole day of being pampered, being lazy, being indulgent. The light red of her cheeks deepened as she realized her mistake. Placing the bags in the kitchen as she finished her pizza and chugged half the milk, my hands gliding over her wide seat filling hips, squeezing her hips as her legs buckle slightly and a breathy moan escapes from between lips still glistening with milky chocolate. I steer her like a cow grazing in a pasture, she knows she as no choice in the matter, it's not like the 400 plus pound princess can protest anyway. 

She has been talking about this day all week. A day off work and a day for me to remind her that she was my feedee. My growing, thickening, cow. 

I spin her around and sit her down onto the couch, aiming for the dent her sixty five inch hips have catered into it. Her belly and tits jiggle as she falls into the dent, the usual chorus of creaking wood and grating metal greeting her prodigious bulk. 

“The couch could not break anymore.” she said looking at me with a slight hope she was not too big. A slight smile crossed my face as I kissed her forehead, “We’ll see…”. 

In a short time the coffee table in front of her is filled end to end with the bounty of the grocery store. Bacon, eggs, toast, pancakes, and her favorite, a heaping mound of chicken and waffles. Her eyes look to be fucking the food as her tongue licks plump lips, her chubby hands and sausage fingers rub a gut that spills across her thighs and on to her knees. I could see she wanted to leap off the couch and kiss me, like she did 200 pounds ago, but instead her loving eyes drew me to sit down as her favorite bong was pressed into her pudgy belly. Her hips flowed into my side, warm plush fat sending a shiver up my spine. 

Over the next hour I took turns bringing the bong to her lips and shoving in forkfuls of food as the weed dulled her sense of time and space. My plan was to get her so high she loses all control and gives in completely to me. Each bite is followed by a deep hit of the bong. No exhaling, just swallowing and chewing. 

As the last bite of waffle passed her sticky lips, her groans and gentle moos filled the living room. In just under an hour my SSBBW cow had finished a breakfast big enough for a family of five and smoked two grams of weed. Eyes closed, leaned back into her ass groove, as her hands rubbed and kneaded her tight belly. She was so lost in the stuffing she did not notice me grab her vape pen. Loaded inside was a new flavor of high potency THC, just what I needed to make her mine for the day. A fuzzy headed cow mooing for more food. 

The cold metal of the pen touched her lips, “Take a hit now.”. Her lips curl around the tip, inhaling deeply as she takes a large hit. I can tell the weed is hitting her hard. Her eyes open wide as the effects take hold. What little hold on reality she had is slipping. Her hands gripped her bulging upper belly as greed took over. In a matter of minutes she is begging for more food. 

Bag of chips and candy, plates of grilled cheese and bowls of soup, half a dozen boosts disappear into her cavernous gut as the weed keeps her fuzzy and greedy. 

Rubbing her belly as she chugs the last boost, I marvel at her size. Her belly is so tight and firm, but the lower belly rolls are soft as butter, spreading over her thighs like an avalanche of creamy stretch mark covered blubber. I take time to massage her taut belly, kneading it to compact all the food down so her weed addled brain thinks she is hungry again. A roaring blech brings her back to some semblance of reality as I continue making room for her to eat. “Daddy, is it lunch time?”. She asks through barely opened eyes blurry and red from the immense amount of THC pulsing around her body. I chuckle slightly thinking that she thinks hours have flown by, instead of the two since her breakfast feeding session. It's barely past ten in the morning. 

As my hands push gas out of her our, both ends of her showing the effects of eating ten thousand calories in three hours, I lean into her yielding form and whisper, “You need more, baby. You're not ready yet. I need you so much fatter. More fuzzy brained, more obedient.”. I bring the pen back to her lips and leave it there till she takes a deep, long, hard hit. My other hand snakes between her thighs, I feel them wiggle and squeeze my hand. “Is my cow getting hungry and horny?” thick warm honied words fill her ear. She takes another deep hit of the pen. "That's it, get nice and dumb piggy. Just how I like you." Taking the pen away her head falls back as she moans and moos, she always does this when her brain is soaked in weed, arousal, and dopamine from being fed. 

I take my time to grope her fattening body, licking and kissing each stretch mark, tasting her mouth and the flavors of her meals. The oven dings to let me know the pan of brownies is done. As I bring the warm, gooey and heavy pan laden with enough butter, sugar, and chocolate to kill a normal person, her mouth is hanging open. I see my opening and start shoving in hunks of brownie by the handful. She doesn't resist, just a dumb smile between bites as she paws at her FUPA and thighs. Just how I like her, stuffed and so horny she is an eating machine. 

The last handful I scrape out of the pan and into her mouth brings a rumble for her stomach. I can feel her belly shake as it begs for more food. The piggy's belly wants more. Such a deeply arousing moment for a feeder brings a grunt from my mouth. "Such a perv." she laughs and I smirk at her. 

"Says the half naked fatty, eating and smoking whatever I give her." a familiar crimson shoots across her cheeks. My hands pull her thighs apart, causing her gut to drop between her legs. A gasp rips out of her mouth followed by a deep throaty moan as the full force of her obesity hits her. She is quiet after that. 

This continued for hours. Between naps to settle her stomach and give me time to prepare meal after meal, she was an absolute blimp by the end of the night. The appetite enhancers, shakes, weed, and mountains of food had rendered her immobile on the couch, at least until she could sleep for 24 hours. When I would use the bathroom or run to the pantry for something, her sweaty wheezing face would show me the futile attempts to move. 

She was too high, too fat, dependent on whatever I wanted to do next. After today, her body would convert this gluttony into new heavy immobilizing fat. Hanging sheets of lard that would make it easier and easier to feed her into a couch locked sow that could only eat, smoke, and groan. She lies there clutching her gravid looking belly, soothing it like a heavily pregnant woman, instead of a morbidly obese whale. As the food settled into her stomach, mixing and churning, every minute I could see her body struggle to hold the thirty thousand calories into her gut. 

The rocking back and forth of her hips told me she was unbearably horny. Under her hanging gut and hefty FUPA I can almost hear her genitals begging to be used. 

As I stood in the kitchen getting her dessert ready, a loud crack followed by her yelling for Daddy. I ran over to her looking over the immensity of her body, she had broken the couch and the splinters were under her ass. The sow was sitting on the floor! 

"I told you you'd break it.." I say standing at the door way chuckling.  "Look at you,  whiney and dumb. Bet you don't even understand that it was your fat ass that's broken the couch". She  shakes her head, then slowly realizes it was her beluga sized ass and gut that broke it.

"Daddy, I'm sorry. Please help me up, please!. I want to go to the bedroom! I want you to touch me!" she pleads as her flabby arms wave and beg for me to lift her up. Leaning over her, rubbing circles around her navel and holding a box of jelly donuts, her eyes see the dozen fried sugar bombs and her gut growls again.

"You're not going anywhere my sweet." I flip the box open and without hesitation shove a jelly filled donut sloppily into her mouth. My hand covers her mouth, making sure she can't even think about not swallowing the whole thing. She was so insatiable,her eating sounded like a fucking orgy. Wet squelching of her fat lips coated in thick layers of jelly and pastry, her moans from a packed mouth of fried dough and sugar, the high pitched screams as she pawed her hidden genitals. 

So focused on eating and taking the next doughnut whole, she failed to notice me spreading her legs, nibbling the soft sensitive flesh of her thighs. 

"More! Please!" she pleads and her words are met, another donut shoved into her mouth as I suck her buried clit. "Fuck!" muffled by pastry and lust comes from her lips. Her clit leaked into my mouth, I could swear it tasted like icing. 

"Cum on my face baby, you can cum as much as you want, you just have to keep eating." I say bringing another doughnut to her lips. Once the two donuts were gone there was little reprieve for her clit and her belly. I could tell the fast pace and force of the feeding was making her stuffed again and this was only donut three of twelve. Her  thighs tensing around my head let me know a second orgasm was ripping through her body.

Parting her legs, I kissed her deeply, "Keep eating princess, I promise if you finish it all Daddy will make you feel so good. I'll make sure I breed you nice and deep." my hand slaps her churning screaming gut and a belch loudly followed by a pained moan with hints of arousal.

I giggle at her "There's my growing girl. Now, have another donut. I'm not done with you and I won't be for a while-"

[clumsy-jiminie]

ɪɴᴇᴠɪᴛᴀʙʟʏ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ | ᴘᴊᴍ | ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ꜰᴏᴜʀ

❝ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ʜᴏᴏᴅɪᴇ ❞

↣ summary :: Kiara Smith had dreamed of true love for as long as she could remember. from being obsessed with the Disney princesses who found affection in the strangest situations to dressing up as a bride from kindergarten to fourth grade. it was the only thing she ever truly desired, so much so that a pleasant smile and kind eyes could have her smitten in seconds. right when she thought she found the one, a chance encounter with Park Jimin—the city’s famously perfect fuck boy with a smile so warm and a heart of ice—has her feeling quite the opposite. he knocks her off her axis and derails her life as she knows it, yet the universe seems to have another plan for the two.

↣ rating :: 18+

↣ genre :: fluff, angst, smut, e2l, slow burn

↣ pairing :: business owner!jimin x fem!artist!oc ft. taehyung

↣ word count :: 4.7k

↣ chapter warnings :: mature language, angst without resolve, smut - marking, unprotected sex, creampie

↣ notes :: pretty pretty please don't let anyone treat you like this 🥺 small argument or not, there are healthy ways to communicate this type of insecurity 🫶🏽

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"I can see that look in your eyes, the one that shoots me every time you grace me with your cold shoulder."

- ᴄᴏʟᴅ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅᴇʀ, ᴀᴅᴇʟᴇ -

Kiara stuffed her hands in her oversized hoodie pocket as her feet led her through the hustle and bustle of the city streets. The weather was getting more tolerable as they approached a new month in the year. But then again, you could have a full snowstorm in New York in the spring. She kept her outfit light today, as light as she could go without freezing: A hoodie, a pair of leggings, and a spring jacket. The sneakers on her feet were old—dirt and stains in the crevices while the laces started wearing out. Kehlani blasted through her headphones as she weaved through people. She missed the city dearly. There was something about the feeling here that was addictive. Everyone had somewhere to be—whether it was to a job that they hated or a job that they loved, to see a family member, to sell a hat, to shop until they created a debt, or to see something incredible. Everyone had a story, no matter how big or small.

Kiara's story led her to a quaint coffee shop. Tiny and modern, it is a perfect puzzle piece in the large-scale picture of Manhattan—the smell of dark beans roasting mixed with the semi-sweet scents of freshly baked pastries. Exposed brick and pipes gave the place an industrial feel, partnered with the greenery hanging from the walls. Furniture with dark wood and black metal legs contrasted with the grey concrete flooring.

Despite it now being a crowded place where teens and adults alike could get their daily fix of the dark liquid, she knew this place from its humble beginnings. Mr. Choi brewed a mean cup of Joe, and she would sip it during the early morning rush before class in college. She and her best friends practically lived in this shop during school. They were always the first to arrive and the last to leave. Mr. Choi almost adopted them, considering how often they were there. Jeongguk even got a job here at some point, figuring if he was going to spend all his time here, he might as well get paid for it.

They still gather here occasionally, especially on days like today. When Kiara arrived at the door, she pushed it open. A crowd greeted her upon entering. Most had drinks in their hands already but were struggling to find a seat in this small coffee shop. Kiara squeezed through the people until she arrived at her usual table. A seat by the window had her name engraved on it, and she slid into it with ease. She finally pulled off her headphones, greeting the midnight-haired girl across from her.

Samira glanced up from her tablet, her lips forming a wide smile as she chewed her gum. "Sup Ki."

"Not much. You doing wedding work?" She asked as she watched Samira write on the device while looking at information on her phone.

She nodded. "I gotta get these bouquet choices to Momo later today. I also gotta show her these swatches of blue." She tapped on her tablet several times before lifting it to show the woman.

Kiara stared at the four squares on the screen. Each blue was the same hue, but the tints, shades, and undertones varied. Her lips pursed as she examined the options. "I, personally, like the first one," she said as she leaned back. "It's soft and kinda reminds me of winter. Like how the sky looks on a clear day."

Samira turned the device back to her, staring at the color while she nodded. "See, this is why it's always great to have an artist as a friend." Kiara rolled her eyes while Samira chuckled. "Speaking of, anything happening with that? Are you close to buying that house like the sugar mama you are?"

Kiara's jaw dropped before she lifted her leg to kick the girl under the table. Samira laughed loudly. "I'm not a sugar mama!"

"Is he helping you pay?"

"…No."

"Then you're a sugar mama." Samira was always so blunt, and that's why Kiara loved her. It wasn't always jokes, but she would always call the girl out when she was being dramatic or wrong.

"Anyway!" Kiara exclaimed. "I had a client dinner last night."

”Ooh, tea time." Samira locked her table and phone, giving the other her full attention. "Was he hot? Was he single? You had a little fun last night?" She asked as she wiggled her eyebrows. She leaned in, resting her elbows on the table while holding her face in her hands.

Kiara's face suddenly grew hot, and she reached up to involuntarily cover her neck with her hand. She had forgotten about the hickey Taehyung had left on her for a split second, hoping the hoodie would've covered it for her. "No!" She said quickly, hoping Samira didn't notice the red staining her cheeks. But she did, causing a smirk on her friend's lips. "He was that same asshat from the gallery."

"Oh." Her smirk quickly faded. She scrunched up her nose with disgust as her shoulders dropped.

"And turns out he wasn't just having a bad day. He was actually just a dick. He called me a coward, then selfish! All because I would rather separate my painter life from my regular life." Kiara pouted at the end of her sentence, leaning back into her chair. It was still a fresh wound, making her rethink every choice she had made thus far.

Samira scoffed. "He obviously doesn't know you. In fact, if you ever see him on the streets, let me know. I'll beat his ass."

Kiara's eyes widened as she quietly chuckled. "What is with you and Kookie being so violent?"

"Don't act like you're not the same. Just because you're in a little relationship that has you acting all prim and proper doesn't mean I don't know the real Kiara and how she used to beat ass because someone looked at me funny."

Kiara rolled her eyes. "I was younger back then and clearly had uncontrolled anger."

"Yeah, sure," Samira smiled while shaking her head. "Speaking of JK, when is he going up?"

Kiara shrugged as she grabbed her phone, looking at the time. "You know he never gives a time for these things." Suddenly, the coffee shop roared with cheers, grabbing the girl's attention. They looked towards a small stage along the shop's farthest wall. "Speak of the devil," she smirked as the tall man approached the stage. He wore a black T-shirt with a pair of dark denim jeans. There was a silver chain that hung from his belt loops. Sitting down at the piano on the stage, he tugged a stray strand of his midnight hair behind his ear. A microphone was attached to the instrument, angled perfectly so the person could speak.

"Hello, ladies and gentlemen," his smooth voice entered the mic and echoed through the establishment. Samira and Kiara locked eyes before covering their mouths to hide the giggles that quietly escaped. "This song is called 17, and I hope you enjoy it."

His fingers began to press on the white and black keys, combining the notes until they formed a beautiful melody.

"I would need a million words if I tried to define all the things you mean to me…." 

His voice was like laying on a cloud — soft and fluffy, wrapping around you like a warm embrace. Everyone in the store was mesmerized; even those who came in solely for a beverage stopped to listen for a few moments. They always left with a broad smile after. Jeongguk's voice has affected people ever since he was little. Kiara couldn't help but smile as she watched her best friend do what he loved. He shut his eyes as he sang, tuning out everything around him until nothing was left but notes. Kiara felt like a mother watching her child's first performance. 

She knew everyone in that room fell in love based on their reaction when Jeongguk sang his last note. It was overwhelmingly positive. The audience overfilled the tip jar near the bottom of the stage with bills and coins. Jeongguk stood up with a smile so wide on his lips that his eyes crinkled, smiling along with him. He bowed as the crowd cheered for him, leaning down to grab the tip jar before walking off the stage. Women who were bold enough stopped and flirted with him as he passed through the crowd. All Jeongguk did was laugh it off and politely turn them down, leaving a trail of broken hearts behind him. He reached his usual table, dropping the jar onto the table with an obnoxious thud. He made the same sound as he dropped down in the seat next to Kiara, letting out a dramatic sigh.

The girls exchanged a look before watching as his eyes closed, breathing heavily. "God, it's so hard being wanted." The two burst into laughter as he grinned, opening his eyes to look at them. "So? What did you guys think?"

"Not my favorite song," Samira said with a smirk.

"It's a good thing I don't value your opinion," Jeongguk quipped before sticking his tongue out, causing her to mirror his reaction. After a moment, he turned his head to Kiara, waiting for her answer.

"You know I loved it Kookie." She smiled at him, making his heart skip a beat as heat rushed to his ears. She chuckled as she poked at his reddening skin with her finger, making his body scrunch up like a snail recoiling into their shell. "How long did it take to write this one?"

"Only a few weeks this time," he answered with a smile. His silver lip rings glimmered as he spoke.

Kiara's smile was still etched on her lips, leaning over to the man. The scent of fresh laundry with the faintest hint of cologne entered her nostrils as she cupped his jaw in her hand. She squeezed Jeongguk's cheeks until his pink lips puffed out, shaking his head from side to side a little. "Look at him, Sammie! Our little bunny boy is growing up so fast!" Jeongguk chuckled, trying to pull her hand away, but her grip was tight.

Samira grinned, reaching her hand out to join in the fun of playing with Jeongguk's face. Her hand replaced Kiara's as she pouted out her lips. "I know! We did such a good job raising our little bunny boy." She teased in a baby voice.

Jeongguk rolled his eyes, pulling Samira's hand away from his face. "You know we're the same age, right?!"

The two girls glanced at each other before looking at the man. "And?" Kiara asked.

"Your point?" Samira added.

Jeongguk stared at them, shaking his head as he smiled. "You guys kill me." He reached into his tip jar, pulling out various bill amounts. "Y'all what something? It's on me."

The girls enthusiastically agreed before Jeongguk handed Kiara some money. She got their orders before standing up and walking towards the counter. She squeezed through the shoulders of random customers. Most waited for their drink orders, while others stayed for the atmosphere. Kiara hated crowded places like this. People had no respect for personal space or sense of how much space they took up. And because it's an establishment, she couldn't necessarily mow through people like she could on the streets. The crowd was less tight when she finally got closer to the counter. She sighed deeply, taking a single step before someone bumped right into her. She quickly felt something warm spreading from her chest to her abdomen, glancing down to see coffee all over her cream hoodie.

”What the fuck?!" She shrieked without taking a second to remember where she was. She reached for the napkins on the counter, frantically patting at her chest and torso.

"Oh my god, I'm so—" His eyes then met with the familiar golden skin Kiara possessed. He couldn't help the playful smirk that formed on his lips. "Well, doesn't karma have a funny way of working?" Jimin said, his words laced with smugness.

Kiara glared up at the blonde, huffing as she accepted defeat. Her hoodie was forever stained. "Eat ass, Park." His eyelids lowered at the girl. Why did his last name sound so unique, leaving her mouth wrapped in that annoyed tone? Maybe it was how she formed the noun—the light reflecting off lovely glossed lips as they parted to allow the syllable to roll off her tongue. It was intoxicating to watch. "You owe me a new shirt!"

His brows drew together as he tilted his head to the side. "Oh? If that's the case, I should send you my dry cleaning bill from last night."

"Fuck you, that was water!" She snapped at him. "And this is coffee! I'm never gonna get this out!"

His face remained unchanged despite receiving daggers from the girl. The most he did was shrug, causing her jaw to drop. "It wasn't that cute of a hoodie."

"What do you know about cute hoodies?!" She sounded a bit like a child, making the man chuckle softly.

"Enough to know yours isn't."

Kiara's eye twitched before she covered her face with her hands. She dragged them down her face, pulling gently at the skin as it relieved some of the building stress. She wanted to punch him in his nose. Or his mouth. Or anywhere on his body, in that case. He was such an asshole. The least he could've said was sorry. Maybe even offer to buy her a new hoodie. But no, even in moments where he was wrong, he still was an asshole through and through. "You are such a—"

"Woah, what the fuck happened?" She recognized Jeongguk's voice almost instantly. He stood beside her, staring at the massive stain on her shirt. Jimin eyed the new man, practically sizing him up despite the man being taller.

She inhaled deeply before sighing. "Nothing, nothing," she said as she shook her head. She wrapped her fingers around the man's tattooed bicep as she looked up at him. Eyes so big and round. Love, the blonde thought as he watched their interaction intently. How come she never looked at Jimin like that? But why did he want her to look at him like that? "Do you have a spare hoodie?"

The man looked down at her with the softest eyes, like she was the only person in the world to him. Jimin's brows furrowed again as he watched the warm smile form on Jeongguk's lips. "Yeah, of course."

She didn't need to say thank you; her eyes said more than enough. She then glanced towards Jimin, and for the second time, he witnessed that fondness instantly dissipating. Kiara's amber eyes were set ablaze once again. "Fuck you," she spat before Jeongguk led her away. They disappeared behind some door with a sign that read employees only. Jimin felt the same heavy feeling from before, sitting uncomfortably in his stomach. He didn't know why he wanted her to look at him with fondness so severely. She was annoying, a coward, a complete headache, and nowhere near his type. He chewed on his lower lip for a moment before rejoining the line.

"He's such a fucking jerk!" Kiara groaned as she followed behind Jeongguk to the break room area. "Who the fuck spills coffee on someone and doesn't even apologize?!"

He stopped in front of his locker and opened it, grabbing one of the two hoodies that were inside. When working at a cafe with clumsy newbies, spare clothing is more of a necessity than a suggestion. "Who the fuck was he?" He asked as he tossed her the hoodie, and she caught it.

"The same dickhead from last night," she grumbled. She pulled her hoodie over her head, leaving her standing in just a red bra with an intricate white lace pattern. Jeongguk's eyes widened briefly before quickly looking up at the ceiling. Heat flooded his ears and over his face, as he tried to forget the image he just saw. "Like, first of all, what are the odds?" Kiara continued to rant casually as if she wasn't half naked. She pulled Jeongguk's black clothing over her head, slipping into the three times too big fabric. "Second of all, he's lucky I didn't fucking deck him."

Jeongguk's eyes finally returned to the girl once she was clothed again. "Wait, what? The guy from last night?"

Kiara nodded as she picked up her dirty hoodie. When she looked towards Jeongguk, he was suddenly gone. Her eyes grew wide as she ran after him. "Kookie!" She yelled as he walked through the door. She returned to the central part of the cafe, seeing Jeongguk glance around with his brows furrowed. She grabbed him, but that didn't stop him from scanning the room. "You're on the clock!" She whispered.

All Jeongguk did was suck his teeth. "Man's lucky I like my job," he continued to look regardless, "and I can't find him."

Kiara rolled her eyes before patting his chest, "You need therapy."

"You need therapy," Jeongguk taunted quietly as Kiara joined the line again.

Kiara said goodbye to Jeongguk, watching him pull off on his motorcycle before walking inside her house. She sighed heavily upon entering, her energy drained from today's activities. After the coffee shop debacle, the three decided to hang out at Samira's house like old times. Little did Jeongguk and Kiara know that agreeing to hang out meant helping her with wedding planning. The woman was so passionate and dedicated to her job that it was something to admire, but only from afar. Her apartment was a wreck, littered with pictures and business cards. Kiara knew Samira's seriousness about her job, but since agreeing to be Momo's wedding planner, she has gone off her rocker. She ate, slept, breathed wedding details, and dragged the other two into it.

As she kicked off her sneakers, she could hear jazz music blasting from the kitchen. "Babe?" She called out as her feet led her amongst the familiar path.

Soon, Taehyung popped his head into the kitchen archway, causing a smile on Kiara's lips. "Darling! When did you get home? I'm just about done with dinner." His boxy grin made her heart skip a beat. She soon joined him in the kitchen while he resumed cooking. Her arms wrapped around his waist as she pressed her face into his back. She took a deep breath, inhaling his scent mixed with fresh laundry. Taehyung chuckled softly, "Long day?" Kiara nodded, moving along with him as he acted like she wasn't currently attached to him. "Wanna talk about it over dinner?" She nodded again, releasing him once he picked up the plates. 

They sat at their small dining room table, peacefully munching their food. Kiara looked up at Taehyung, who focused on his plate. That same warmth swamped her system. She felt so happy with him. She loved this small house they called home. She loved coming home after a long day to see his smiling face. She loved how comfortable she was with him. She glanced down at her left hand, eying her bare ring finger. If only this were enough for him.

"So?" Taehyung started with a mouth full of food. She filled him in on the events of last night and how they bled into today. Taehyung's features remained blank until the end, where he raised his eyebrows and shrugged a little. "I honestly wouldn't put that past him. He's a little snobby."

"There's a difference between being a little snobby and a complete dick. Like, do you think I'm selfish?" She asked as she placed her fork down.

He shrugged again. "You have your moments, but I don't think it's like what he's saying."

"Exactly! Everyone is a little selfish; it's just human. But he's making it seem like I wanna keep everything to myself on purpose." She folded her arms over her chest as she leaned into her chair.

Taehyung glanced at her, raising an eyebrow slightly. "Is that a new hoodie?" He stared at the dark fabric covering her body with a red skull and crossbones decal in the center.

"No, it's JK's. He gave it to me after Jimin practically dumped his coffee on me."

"JK's?" He repeated to himself, almost scoffing as he nodded his head.

Kiara watched his reaction closely—how his body suddenly tense up and the corner of his lips pushed downward. She rolled her eyes before shutting them as she leaned her head back into the chair. "Don't start."

"Don't start what?" He chuckled, absent of any joy. "I just find it funny that you come home in his hoodie. He drop you off too?"

"Yes, he did. And it's just a hoodie, Tae. I didn't want to walk around with a huge coffee stain on me, especially in public."

"Samira didn't have anything?"

"No?" She snapped a little, raising her head and opening her eyes to look at him. Taehyung's eyes narrowed at her. "Why would Samira carry around extra clothing?"

"But he did? Or did he peel his own shirt off to give to you?" He laughed, running his hands through his slightly curled locks. "Shit like this always seems to conveniently happen to you. You come home with a piece of JK on you; whether it's his clothing or his smell, you were wearing his boxer briefs once!"

"Oh my god," Kiara mumbled while pressing her fingers to her temple.

"What was that?" Taehyung suddenly raised his voice. Her eyes met his, and just as she opened her mouth to respond, he lifted his hand. He used the gesture to silence her, and it did just that. The words died on her tongue, abandoned sounds running around in her head. "You know, this is getting ridiculous. If I had a girl best friend doing all of this with me, you would've flipped your shit a long time ago."

"Taehyung," she tried her hardest to remain calm. It would've been over if she raised her voice or said something with a hint of sarcasm. "I have been friends with this man for years now. There is absolutely nothing between us."

He scoffed loudly, "That's a likely story." He stood up from the table and walked over to the living room. Kiara sighed as she got up, following after him. She noticed he grabbed his leather jacket and a white baseball cap. He put the hat on to hide his midnight hair.

"Where are you going?" She asked, but there was no response. She rolled her eyes. "Taehyung," she reached out to grab his hand, but he quickly pulled away. He glared at her over his shoulder, making her step back. 

She hated it when he looked at her like that. Like she was something vile, it made every insecurity she had crawl out of the depths of her brain and take center stage. Taehyung slid on some shoes, grabbed his keys, and walked out the front door, slamming it behind him. Her body jumped at the noise, tears stinging her eyes as she watched him pull out of the driveway from her window.

"Fuck," she sighed softly, turning to the table to grab her phone. She frantically clicked on Taehyung's contact, which was sent to voicemail each time. The tears filled to the brim before rolling down her cheeks silently. She used the sleeve of her hoodie to wipe away the waterworks, the hoodie that caused this whole mess. She never understood why he got like this and flipped a switch with ease. It was always over the tiniest things, too. She sat on the couch, chewing on her nails as she repeatedly called the man.

Taehyung was gone for hours, and by the time he returned home, he found Kiara passed out on the couch. She had replaced Jeongguk's black hoodie with one of Taehyung's grey ones instead. He carefully removed his jacket and shoes before walking to the sleeping girl and sitting in front of her. He gently wiped away her smudged mascara, causing her to scrunch her nose as she started to awake. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to her forehead, then her nose, and then her cheek. He gently persuaded her to wake up, her tired eyes finally fluttering open to meet his. There weren't any words exchanged between the two before he leaned in and pressed his lips against hers. The kiss was timid and soft. She followed his lead until she couldn't help but yearn for more of him.

The kiss guided Taehyung onto his knees, then to the couch with Kiara, where he found a place between her legs. Her hands ran up his arms, feeling his muscles subtly flexed underneath her touch. Within time, the kiss between the two grew heavier, his tongue gently appearing by grazing past her lip. She parted them just enough to let him in, their tongues gliding past each other as he pressed his hips into hers. Her hand traveled up to his head, where she swiftly pulled the cap off and tossed it to the ground. She ran her fingers through his soft hair, causing a soft moan to escape from his lips to hers.

He broke the kiss as his hand caressed her thigh. His lips found her neck, placing various kisses against her skin until her chest arched into his. And that's where he stayed, adding another bruise to her golden skin where the first one had barely healed. She moaned out for him, pressing her hips into his as she silently begged for more. He stuck his hand between their bodies, slipping his fingers underneath the fabric of her underwear. His middle finger found her clitoris with ease, gently circling it with the pad of his finger. Kiara tensed from his touch and then released. A chorus of moans parted from her throat as she tried to match the circling of her hips to his finger. 

After being satisfied with the bruise on her neck, he crashed his lips into hers again. Her hips bucked against his finger, making his cock throb in his sweatpants. He couldn't wait much longer, breaking the kiss once again. He pulled his hand out of her panties before swiftly sliding them down her legs. He didn't bother with taking his pants off, only pulling them down enough for his member to spring free. He aligned himself with her entrance, sliding his tip in between her lips to lube himself up before pushing forward. She sucked in through her teeth, her brows furrowing as she tried to get accommodated to his length. It stung a little, but Taehyung continued, slowly pulling his hips back and then forward again. As soon as Kiara's face relaxed, he increased his pace.

Her eyes shut as she moaned out for him, gripping his arm tightly as he stretched out her walls. He worked her into the couch, skin slapping together as he fell into a rhythm. He leaned forward, resting his temple against hers as he panted and groaned into her ear. She whined, her hands traveling to his back where nails dug into his skin through the fabric. The power of his hips increased, his tip pressing into her cervix until he suddenly bottomed out and stopped. She could feel him throbbing before he pulled out of her. There was a cool breeze on her lower region as he got up, pulling his pants back onto his waist. He sat down beside her, panting as he used the bottom of his shirt to wipe the sweat from his brow. She felt uncomfortably wet, scared to move in fear of pushing Taehyung's seed out and onto the fabric of the couch.

"I'm going to bed," he said before getting up. He walked towards the bedroom before disappearing from her line of sight.

Kiara's eyes were wide with shock, and she scoffed quietly as she carefully pushed herself off the couch. She grabbed her underwear off the floor and shuffled to the bathroom, where she cleaned herself up. She couldn't understand how, even after that, he could still be cold to her. What was the point if he was still upset? After her shower, she walked into the room and crawled into the space next to him, feeling more alone than before.

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A Stolen Kiss Over Wine

Chapter 2

Summary: You wake up with hazy memories of last night and see where that leaves you and Aegon.

You blinked repeatedly As you sat up in bed, hearing music faintly travelling through the walls of your apartment mixed with the sizzling scent of eggs and bacon being cooked. You were still wearing your Bowie shirt and underwear , you looked around and then reality hit you hard.

“You kissed your best friend ! You kissed your best friend! You kissed your best friend!” It was on a loop in your head and you couldn’t switch it off. You lazily rolled your legs out of the bed and steadily got up and moved carefully to the door,

As you managed to make your way to the kitchen You heard Tom singing “The secrets he had missed…was lying at you finger tips …” he was wearing the same clothes from last night. You hated how gifted he was with his voice, he sang so beautifully .

He stood over the hob frying some eggs and bacon, you noticed the table by the kitchen window was set, a large pot of coffee was in the centre , with a glass jug full of orange juice beside it.

He turned around and smiled at your state “Morning.” He said

You only waved “Mmm…I’ll erm.” You said wondering to the table.

“Oh uh…bad head? You drank a fair bit last night mate…” he said as you sank onto the chair and propped your elbows on the table and held you head in your hands, rubbing your temple gently.

He used the word “mate” your emotions and headache battled each other thinking about the word he used.

“So did you…mate” you emphasized the word ‘mate’ with a tone to it, you had no idea what you were thinking. You kept replaying the kiss over and over in your head as you watched him through your fingers finish up breakfast.

“I remember dancing …and pizza.” You said quietly

He giggled which in turn made your own lips curve into a smile.

“Good old Chris Rea …even drunk you dance so gracefully.” He said

You saw him almost so differently, you put your hands on the table, fidgeting with the cutlery that laid before you. You were doing anything in your power to stop looking at him, when he handed you a glass of orange juice and his finger trips had brushed with yours you felt a nerve tingle your skin.

Your eyes briefly met as he retreated to plate up some breakfast for you, he set the plate in front of you “Bon appetite!” He said before getting his own breakfast. He reached up the top cabinet which exposed the base of his back, the skin looked soft and all you wanted to do was dig your fingers in- briefly you shook your head to get these thoughts out of your head. He was your best friend. He came to the table and handed you two paracetamol

“Take them it will clear your head.” He said.

“Mm thanks.” You said with a small smile.

As he sat down and poured himself some coffee you couldn’t take your eyes off his lips, his hands and the way he took a sip of coffee and when your eyes met you quickly

Glanced down at your food and sheepishly picked up your knife and folk. He ate a slice of bread , occasionally glancing at you as you noticed when you took a long gulp of orange juice.

The electricity was intense and bubbling like a volcano, your fingers tapped along the table surface and you noticed him bite his lip slightly at your nails scratched the wood.

Again your eyes met and you held your breath slightly , he picked up his coffee and took a few sips.

You ate in silence, you picked at the bacon with your folk but had no desire to eat it. You dropped your folk on the plate, the clash of the metal made Aegon put down his coffee cup with a curious but surprised smile, he picked up some food with his folk And opened his mouth to eat.

“Are we gonna…talk about last night,” you blurted out.

Aegon paused as he was in the middle of a mouthful of bacon and sourdough bread. Your timing was disastrous. As he chewed the food you could see the cogs of his mind twisting as he was contemplating how to answer your question, as the silence drew out longer you shook your head with a defeated smile

“Forget I asked…”

He swallows the food “No I…just…”

“Yes…?” You answered a little too eagerly.

“I think…..Listen Y/N I -“

His phone started to ring …you both looked around to see where it was coming from. Aegon looked at you for a moment before getting to his feet and looking for it.

He stopped at the couch and found it on the table , he answered it “Hey? Oh Zoe yeah hi…” he said.

Your heart sank too quickly and you heard his voice get quieter , he took himself into the bathroom and closed the door.

He was in there for a while , you could hear his voice muffle against the walls- an occasional laugh and more words followed. You pushed your plate in front of you a little and poured a cup of coffee for yourself and sat back.

You held your cup against the base of your chin and held your other hand against your stomach, leaning back frustrated.

He came back with the phone against his chest and he wore an apologetic smile , his voice was low “Hey…I have to nip off …I’ll call you later?”

You briefly glanced at him “Sure.”

He walked over to you , you watched him approach and keeping the phone pressed against his chest he leant down quickly and kissed the top of your head. He paused for a moment as he looked down at you , he broke out of the trance when you both heard Zoe’s voice from his chest

“Aegon? You there?”

He blinked and picked up the phone “yeah I’m here just leaving now.” He was gone in one swift movement and you exhaled sharply.

You felt so confused , he called you ‘’mate’ yet he kissed your head- what would he have said if Zoey had not called him?

You got to your feet and immediately paced around the flat, you had some work to finish but first you had to shower and wake yourself up.

As you soaked up the hot steamy water and ran your fingers through your wet hair your mind began to wonder, closing your eyes you gave in and imagined how you wanted Aegon to join you in the shower and kiss you the way he kissed you last night. You wanted him

To mark your skin with his lips , have his hands roam your wet body , you wanted to explore his body with your fingers, lips …everything.

When you finished from your shower you went into your room and sat on the edge of the bed, drying yourself off and getting dressed in your oversized jumper and Cookie Monster lounge pants, you picked up your phone from the bedside table - no messages from Aegon. Just a long and rather pathetic apology text from Jacob which you did not even bother to read in full. You made yourself a large pot of your favourite tea and set yourself down to occupy your thoughts with work- anything to get Aegon out of your head.

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As the day progresses slowly you finished marking up the last manuscript for the day, you were sat at the desk which was based beneath one of the Windows’s. As you began to note it with your pen , as you frantically searched for a post it note and was alarmed by your phone ringing. You immediately dived for it and looked at who was calling.

It was Aegon.

Chapter 3

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Blu P5

Media TMR AU

Character Newt

Couple Newt X Reader

Rating Sweet + Spooky

Concept Spa

I woke up again after good while noticing it was literally another day, oh my god. I don't think I need a spa I think I just need to find a dragon cave and just sleep for a few million years. I got up and had a nice hot shower using some of the nice soap they supplied and a fresh fluffy towel once I got dressed I noticed some paper slipped under my door for a moment I was concerned but I picked it up noticing it was my schedule for the week breakfast, dinner and various experiences booked in at various times and a note I was welcome to any amenities outside of my booked treatments, my first wasn't till eleven today so I had time to go grab my breakfast, I headed out locking the room up and going to the restaurant it was all very much the same style wooden tables with metal legs and slate place mats large windows making it sort of look like a greenhouse or conservatory with a glass roof and a glass wall to overlook the scenery with the same blue pool outside my room just out the snowy window. 

And I found Thomas and Minho at a table with a open seat they waved me over so I went and sat with them, 

"We were starting to think you were dead" Minho laughed having a coffee

"Yeah sorry I'm not good with travelling I just was knocked out as soon as I got in my room" 

"It's cool, I think everyone kinda was" Thomas shrugged

"Yeah, so what's the food situation?" I asked 

"You just wait" Minho shrugs 

"Wait? How do they know what we want then?"

"I don't know but they seem to be pretty good" 

At that moment a man arrived in the same uniform as the men who met us when we arrived they brought us each a plate, Minho was more coffee and a breakfast sandwich, Thomas had chocolate chip pancakes with syrup and I had french toast with a side of fresh strawberries they wondered off leaving us to it and immediately I was confused

"How did they know that's what we'd each want?"

'I don't know, maybe they're magic. Don't question it just enjoy it" Minho told me 

I guess he's right no point arguing so I had my breakfast and it was delicious and we all decided as we weren't busy till later to go for a jump in the pool so I went back to my room and changed grabbing a towel heading out to the actual spa area, again the theming had stuck giving it a very onsen kinda vibe there was so much to do saunas, pools, massages, different things to bathe in and shower under, anything relaxing you could imagine was back here, and then the main attraction. It started inside a wood lined pool of this blue water steaming as it sat there then doors out to the main area, a huge outdoor pool of the same blue, steaming in the cold snow, with various hot tub area's, small nooks to sit, a waterfall of stone in the corner, even a swim up bar all overlooking the mountains. 

I was kinda nervous looking at the strange colour of the water but Minho and Thomas basically forced me, the bottom was strange it kinda felt like wet sand but smoother, silkier, but strong not like you could sink into it, the moment my skin touched the water I felt relaxed as if a wave went over me as the water touched me flexing and relaxing each and every muscle in my body the smooth warmth cradling me like being wrapped in a soft blanket even though it was busy with people it was so quiet where everyone was so relaxed we swam out into the outside section sand for a while I just sat on a little seat watching the waterfall and the snow 

"Oop- sorry" a voice spoke up as someone bumped into me 

"Ohh it's okay" I muttered back quickly turning to see, her the girl from the room nextdoor "hi"

"Hi" she smiled in a little blue swimsuit with black cat faces all over it her hair up in a bun "y/n" she smiled taking her hand from the water

"Newt," I smiled giving it a shake immediately i saw Thomas and Minho out the corner of my eye clearly taking the piss but she was actually really cute and I do want to compliment her atleast to try and keep the conversation going "I uhh I like your ti- kitties. Kitties. The cats on your swimsuit" 

She giggled a little a little red in her cheeks I'm pretty sure I completely turned red "I like your stripes" she smiled 

"Uuhhh thank you" I smiled nervously fixing my hair and my striped shorts a little "have uhh you been here long?"

"No, got in a couple of days ago. You?"

"Yesterday"

"Aww you ever been before?'

'no, never, you?"

"A few times yeah, I'd be more then happy to show you some more secret things or help you out if you get lost"

"Thanks that'd be great" 

"You wanna swim to the bar and grab a drink?"

"Yeah sure" I nodded 

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Matching the wood finish to your living room furniture australia

Matching the wood finish to your living room furniture australia is essential for creating a cohesive and harmonious look. Here are some tips to help you achieve this:

Analyze Your Existing Decor

Identify the Dominant Colors: Look at the primary colors in your living room furniture australia, such as the wall color, upholstery, and large pieces of furniture. Determine if your decor leans towards warm or cool tones.

Consider the Style: Is your living room modern, traditional, rustic, or eclectic? The style will influence the type of wood finish that will complement your decor.

Choose a Wood Finish That Complements the Color Scheme

Warm Tones: If your decor features warm colors like reds, oranges, yellows, or warm neutrals, a warm wood finish like walnut, cherry, or mahogany can enhance the overall look. These finishes have reddish or amber hues that blend well with warm color schemes.

Cool Tones: For a living room with cool colors like blues, greens, or cool neutrals, consider wood finishes with cooler undertones. Lighter woods like oak, ash, or birch can work well, as they have subtle, neutral tones that complement cool color schemes.

Consider the Wood Grain

Prominent Grain: If your decor has a bold or textured look, a wood finish with a prominent grain pattern can add visual interest. For example, oak has a distinct grain that can complement a rustic or farmhouse-style living room.

Subtle Grain: For a more refined or minimalist look, choose a wood finish with a subtle grain pattern. Woods like maple or cherry have a smoother appearance that can blend seamlessly with clean lines and simple designs.

Balance the Wood Finish with Other Materials

Mix and Match: Don't be afraid to mix different wood finishes in your living room, as long as they are balanced. For example, you might have a dark wood coffee table paired with a lighter wood side table. This can add depth and variety to the space.

Incorporate Other Materials: Balance the wood finish with other materials like metal, glass, or fabric. For instance, a wooden coffee table with metal legs can create a modern look, while a wooden cabinet with glass doors can add elegance.

Consider the Light in the Room

Natural Light: If your living room has abundant natural light, a lighter wood finish can reflect the light and create a bright, airy atmosphere. Conversely, a darker wood finish can add warmth and richness to a well-lit space.

Artificial Light: The type of artificial lighting in your room can also affect how the wood finish appears. Warm lighting can enhance the warmth of a wood finish, while cool lighting can make it appear lighter or more neutral.

Use Accessories to Tie Everything Together

Rugs and Textiles: Choose rugs, throw pillows, and curtains in colors that complement the wood finish. For example, if you have a walnut coffee table, use textiles with warm, rich colors to tie it into the overall decor.

Decorative Items: Place decorative items on wooden surfaces that match the wood finish or coordinate with the color scheme. This can help create a cohesive look and add visual interest.

Take Inspiration from Design Trends

Research: Look at design magazines, websites, or social media for inspiration on how to match wood finishes with different decor styles. This can give you ideas for combinations that work well together.

By carefully considering the wood finish in relation to your living room furniture australia, you can create a harmonious and visually appealing space that reflects your personal style.

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Simple Modern House Interior Design Ideas for a Stylish Home

When it comes to interior design, simplicity often speaks the loudest. A modern home interior that embraces simplicity can create an environment that is not only aesthetically pleasing but also calming and functional. Whether you are redesigning your current space or building a new one, focusing on a minimalist yet stylish design will bring your home to life. This blog will explore simple modern house interior design ideas to help you achieve a stylish home that feels fresh, inviting, and effortlessly chic. Trust the best interior designers in Bangalore to bring your vision to life.

1. Open and Spacious Layouts

A hallmark of modern interior design is the open floor plan. In a modern home, walls are minimized to enhance the flow between rooms. An open layout allows natural light to flood the space, creating a sense of airiness and making small rooms feel larger. Whether you have a spacious home or a smaller apartment, consider removing unnecessary partitions to open up the space.

●      Living Room: Use soft, neutral-colored walls and modern furniture with sleek lines to create a relaxing atmosphere. Large windows or glass doors can connect the inside to the outside, adding to the openness of the room.

●      Kitchen: An open kitchen that blends seamlessly with the living area is another key feature. Think about an island or breakfast bar that doubles as both a cooking area and a social space.

2. Neutral Color Palette

A simple modern home interior relies on a neutral color palette to establish a serene and cohesive look. Shades of white, gray, beige, and even soft pastels create a timeless backdrop that works with almost any style or accent color. These colors also help to reflect light, making spaces feel brighter and more spacious.

●      Walls: Soft whites and light grays on the walls give your home a fresh, clean look that is easy to personalize with furniture and accessories.

●      Furniture: Opt for neutral tones in sofas, chairs, and tables. Choose pieces that complement the walls and floor, creating a unified feel in the room.

You can add pops of color through accessories like throw pillows, rugs, artwork, or plants. These small elements can inject personality into your space without overwhelming it.

3. Minimalist Furniture

In modern design, less is more. Furniture in a modern home tends to be simple and functional, with clean lines and subtle details. Think of pieces that have a purpose without overcrowding the room. A sofa with slim arms, a dining table with simple legs, and streamlined shelving units are all examples of modern furniture that helps maintain an uncluttered look.

●      Living Room: Choose a statement sofa that is comfortable yet minimal in design. Accent chairs and coffee tables should complement the sofa but not compete for attention.

●      Bedroom: Opt for a low-profile bed with a simple frame. Avoid heavy or overly ornate furniture, focusing instead on creating a calm and peaceful sanctuary with pieces that serve a clear function.

4. Natural Materials and Textures

Incorporating natural materials and textures is a key trend in modern home design. Stone, wood, and metal elements can be used throughout the space to add warmth and organic beauty. These materials balance the minimalist aesthetic, making your home feel grounded and connected to nature.

●      Wood: Wood flooring, wooden furniture, or wooden accents can add warmth to modern interiors. Lighter woods such as oak or maple keep the space airy and light, while darker woods can create a cozier atmosphere.

●      Stone: Stone countertops, feature walls, or fireplaces bring elegance to modern homes. Marble or granite is popular for kitchen countertops, while slate or limestone can make a stunning statement in a living room or bathroom.

●      Metal: Metal accents, like sleek light fixtures, metal chairs, or even small sculptures, add a modern touch to any space.

Mixing these materials thoughtfully can create a sense of balance and texture in your home.

5. Plenty of Natural Light

Modern interiors are all about bringing the outdoors in, and the best way to do that is by allowing natural light to flood your space. Not only does natural light brighten up a room, but it also has numerous psychological benefits, including improving mood and boosting energy.

●      Windows: Consider installing large windows or glass doors that allow you to enjoy the view outside. If privacy is a concern, opt for frosted glass or sheer curtains that let in light while still offering some coverage.

●      Lighting Fixtures: Layering lighting is key to creating the right atmosphere. In addition to natural light, include ambient lighting (like overhead lights), task lighting (for reading or cooking), and accent lighting (to highlight artwork or architectural details).

Simple modern light fixtures with clean lines and minimalist designs will enhance the contemporary aesthetic of your space. Avoid overly ornate chandeliers or light fittings, opting instead for sleek, functional designs.

6. Smart Storage Solutions

A modern home interior thrives on simplicity and cleanliness, and this means everything should have a place. Effective storage solutions are essential for reducing clutter and keeping the home looking tidy and organized. In modern design, storage is often incorporated into the furniture itself.

●      Built-in Shelving: Custom shelving units can maximize vertical space and keep items off the floor. Floating shelves are also a great option for creating a sleek, minimalist look.

●      Multifunctional Furniture: Look for pieces that serve dual purposes, such as coffee tables with hidden storage, ottomans that double as seats and storage units, or even beds with built-in drawers.

These storage solutions help to keep your home looking neat and organized, ensuring that your modern space remains stylish and functional.

7. Incorporating Plants

Adding plants to your interior design not only enhances the aesthetic appeal of the space but also contributes to the overall health and well-being of the home’s occupants. Plants improve air quality, reduce stress, and add a touch of life and color to your modern interiors.

●      Indoor Plants: Choose low-maintenance indoor plants like snake plants, succulents, or pothos. These plants fit well in any room and require little care, making them ideal for busy homeowners.

●      Planters: Opt for modern planters that complement your home’s color scheme and design. Sleek, simple pots in neutral tones will blend well with the minimalist decor.

Place plants near windows or on shelves to allow them to thrive while contributing to your modern design.

8. Use of Artwork and Accessories

In a minimalist modern home, artwork and accessories should serve as focal points without overwhelming the space. Large, simple pieces of art can create a striking visual impact, while smaller accessories like sculptures, candles, and vases can add subtle personality to your home.

●      Artwork: Choose modern or abstract pieces that complement your color palette. Black-and-white photography, minimalist paintings, or geometric prints are all excellent choices for a modern home.

●      Accessories: Keep accessories to a minimum but use them strategically to add interest. A single well-placed vase, a decorative bowl, or a statement mirror can elevate a room without cluttering it.

Focus on quality over quantity when it comes to decor. The key is to find pieces that resonate with you and fit seamlessly into the design.

Conclusion

Creating a simple, modern interior for your home doesn’t mean sacrificing style or comfort. By focusing on clean lines, neutral colors, natural materials, and thoughtful design, you can create a space that is both functional and beautiful. Whether you’re starting from scratch or refreshing your current space, these simple design principles will help you craft a home that is stylish, welcoming, and timeless.

If you’re looking for expert guidance in making your vision a reality, Stonespire Architects - Best Interior Design company in Bangalore  can help. Their team of experienced architects specializes in creating modern, stylish homes that reflect your personal style while ensuring functionality and comfort. From the initial design concept to the final touches, Stonespire Architects can bring your dream home to life with precision and creativity.

By embracing simplicity in design, you can create a modern home that not only looks good but also feels good to live in. With the right combination of colors, materials, and furniture, your home will be a true reflection of your style and personality. Let your home become a sanctuary of modern elegance and comfort.

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The Top Furniture Trends in NY for 2025

New York is always deemed as a hub of creativity and innovation. When it comes to furniture trends, the city is always at the forefront of the latest arrivals. While the furniture scene is fast evolving under some interesting concepts like sleek, modern designs to sustainable, eco-friendly materials, it is quite interesting to delve into top furniture trends in NY for 2025. Here we explore the styles, materials, and colors that will dominate the market in 2025.

As we step into 2025, we also see New York's furniture scene buzz with fresh trends. Some notable elements that are receiving thrust are style, sustainability, and functionality, which we will explore here. The objective is to give you an idea of what to expect in the upcoming year and how to make trendy furniture buying decisions in the New Year.

Sustainable Luxury

A large number of eco-conscious consumers are fueling the demand for sustainable as well as high-end furniture. When you visit a trendy furniture store NY, expect to see luxurious pieces made from reclaimed wood, bamboo, and low-VOC (volatile organic compound) materials.

Curved Silhouettes

The furniture landscape in 2025 is dominated by soft and curved lines. You will find an array of rounded sofas and chairs to oval-shaped coffee tables. All these silhouettes are sure to add a touch of sophistication and elegance to any room.

Bold Color Statements

New Yorkers are now taking active interest in bold, vibrant hues in their furniture. You will find a line of statement pieces in shades like emerald green, navy blue, and sunny yellow. These options will add personality to any space.

Multi-Functional Furniture

As urban living spaces are shrinking and hence multi-functional furniture is surging in popularity. You can now look for pieces that will serve multiple purposes. Some examples could be a storage ottoman or a desk with built-in shelving.

Metallic Accents

Metallic accents are now to add a touch of glamour to the furniture scene in the city. You will see a lot of pieces in metallic hues like gold, silver, and copper, typically incorporated into furniture legs, frames, and hardware.

Wellness-Centric Design

You are very well aware of the growing emphasis on wellness. Now, many furniture designers are creating pieces that promote relaxation and self-care. For example, it is very common to see furniture with built-in charging stations, soothing color palettes, and ergonomic designs.

Take Away

The furniture landscape in NY continues to evolve and every accomplished furniture store NY takes pride in offering a glimpse into the styles, materials, and colors that are to dominate the market in 2025.

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The Best Furniture Choices to Decorate Your Living Room with Mid in Mod

Decorating your living room can feel challenging, but it’s also exciting. This room is the center of your home—the place where you unwind, host friends, and create memories. You want it to be cozy, stylish, and practical. If you love the clean, timeless style of mid-century modern furniture, Mid in Mod has you covered. Let’s look at some furniture pieces that can help you create the living room you’ve always wanted.

Start with a Bold Sofa

The sofa is the focal point of any living room. Choosing the right one sets the stage for the entire space. The Kano Large in Teal Velvet is a great option for a mid-century modern look.

This teal sofa isn’t just about color���it’s a statement piece. Its clean lines and tailored design make it timeless, while the velvet fabric adds a touch of luxury. Plus, it’s spacious and comfortable, perfect for relaxing or entertaining guests.

Tip: Pair this vibrant sofa with neutral walls and simple decorations to let its color pop.

Add a Coffee Table That Completes the Look

A coffee table ties the room together and is essential for any living room. The Noak Coffee Table is an excellent choice for mid-century modern fans.

With its sleek shape and natural wood tones, the Noak Coffee Table blends seamlessly into any setup. It also has a lower shelf for magazines or remotes, keeping the top clutter-free. Its compact size makes it a good fit for apartments or larger homes.

Bring Comfort with Accent Chairs

While the sofa takes center stage, accent chairs provide the support that makes your space complete. The Casper Lounge Chair is a stunning example of mid-century modern style.

The gold shade adds warmth and depth, pairing beautifully with the teal sofa. This chair isn’t just stylish—it’s comfortable too. Whether you’re reading or chatting with friends, it’s a cozy addition to any room.

Its retro-inspired design, with a curved backrest and slim legs, gives the chair a light and airy feel. It’s eye-catching but doesn’t overwhelm the space.

Choose a Practical and Stylish TV Stand

Your TV stand might not seem like a priority, but it has a big impact on the room’s overall look. The Benjamin Solid Wood TV Stand is a great mix of style and function.

Made from solid wood, it has a natural finish that complements mid-century modern decor. Its minimalist design lets your other furniture take the spotlight while offering plenty of storage for devices, cables, and more.

Accessorize Thoughtfully

After picking your main furniture pieces, it’s time to focus on the details. Mid-century modern decor thrives on simplicity, so stick to a few well-chosen accents.

Rugs: Geometric or abstract-patterned rugs add texture and connect the furniture. Go for earthy tones or bold colors that match your style.

Lighting: Sculptural lamps with metallic finishes or wooden bases create a cozy feel and double as decorative items.

Art and Decor: Abstract art, vintage-inspired prints, or simple vases and sculptures can add personality to your room.

Balance Bold and Neutral Tones

Mid-century modern design is about balancing bold and neutral colors. With the Kano Sofa in teal and the Casper Lounge Chair in burnt orange, you already have a vibrant start. Complement these colors with earthy tones like walnut brown, olive green, or mustard yellow.

To keep things balanced, choose neutral shades like white, beige, or light gray for walls and larger decor pieces. These calmer colors create a background that allows your furniture to shine.

Why Choose Mid in Mod?

Mid in Mod offers a curated selection of high-quality mid-century modern furniture at prices that won’t break the bank. Whether you’re decorating a small apartment or a larger home, their collection has something for every space and style.

Putting It All Together

Creating your ideal living room is about finding furniture that fits your needs and personality. Here’s a quick recap of the key pieces:

Kano Large Sofa: A bold and comfy centerpiece.

Noak Coffee Table: Sleek and practical with added storage.

Casper Lounge Chair: A warm and retro addition to your seating area.

Benjamin TV Stand: Keeps your living room organized and stylish.

Final Thoughts

Decorating your living room doesn’t have to be overwhelming. With the right pieces, you can design a space that feels welcoming, stylish, and uniquely yours. Mid-century modern furniture is known for its simple and elegant style, and Mid in Mod makes it easy to achieve this look.

Start exploring Mid in Mod’s collection today. From standout sofas to functional TV stands, you’ll find everything you need to bring your living room to life. Make it a space where you’ll love spending time, whether relaxing alone or entertaining friends.

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Mixing Old with New: The Art of Creating a Harmonious, Eclectic Home

In interior design, there’s something magical about blending the past with the present. When done right, mixing old and new can create a space that feels layered, rich in history, and full of personality. An eclectic home, where vintage and contemporary pieces coexist seamlessly, brings together the charm of heirlooms and the freshness of modern design. But how do you strike the perfect balance?

In this blog, we’ll dive into the art of mixing old and new, offering practical tips on how to create a harmonious, eclectic space that’s stylish, comfortable, and uniquely yours.

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1. Start with a Neutral Base

The key to successfully mixing old and new lies in creating a cohesive foundation. A neutral color palette acts as a unifying element, allowing diverse pieces to shine without clashing.

Neutral Walls and Floors: Opt for neutral tones like soft whites, grays, or beige for walls and floors. These colors create a calm backdrop that lets the eclectic mix of furniture, textures, and accessories stand out without overwhelming the space.

Simple Large-Scale Pieces: Choose modern furniture pieces with clean lines and simple silhouettes. A sleek sofa or a minimalist dining table in neutral colors can act as an anchor in the room, allowing vintage and antique items to take center stage.

Why It Works: A neutral foundation creates a sense of harmony and balance, allowing the different eras and styles to blend seamlessly. It ensures that your vintage finds and contemporary pieces complement each other rather than compete for attention.

Pro Tip: If you're hesitant about neutrals, consider warm tones like taupe or soft greys to bring a bit of warmth and depth to the room, making it feel more inviting.

2. Play with Proportions and Scale

One of the joys of mixing old and new is the contrast between different time periods and styles. To create harmony, pay attention to the proportions and scale of the pieces you're incorporating.

Balance Heavier and Lighter Items: Antique furniture tends to be more substantial and detailed, while modern pieces often have a lighter, more streamlined aesthetic. To maintain balance, pair heavy vintage items, such as a large wooden armoire, with lighter, minimalist furniture, like a metal-legged coffee table or a slim sofa.

Mixing Shapes: Don’t be afraid to experiment with mixing sharp, angular modern designs with the more rounded, intricate shapes of vintage furniture. For example, a vintage armchair with curved arms can be paired with a sleek, angular coffee table to create a visually dynamic contrast.

Why It Works: Mixing different scales and proportions adds interest to the space. It prevents the room from feeling overly curated or too thematically rigid, while still allowing all pieces to coexist in harmony.

Pro Tip: Use rugs and textiles to tie different elements together. A patterned vintage rug can soften the edges between modern furniture and older pieces, helping them feel more integrated.

3. Blend Different Textures and Materials

One of the easiest ways to achieve a balanced, eclectic look is by playing with textures and materials. Combining different finishes—from luxurious velvet and polished brass to worn leather and rustic wood—adds depth and richness to your space.

Contrast Soft and Hard Materials: Pair soft textures like velvet or linen with the harder edges of materials like glass, marble, or metal. A velvet sofa can be complemented by a sleek metal side table or a wooden antique dresser.

Mix Finishes: Don't shy away from combining different wood finishes, metals, or fabrics. Vintage furniture often has a rich patina, while new pieces may come with glossy finishes. The key is to make sure the materials feel complementary, not jarring. For example, mixing matte and shiny metals can create visual interest without being overwhelming.

Why It Works: Mixing materials brings balance to the room, creating a tactile experience that feels dynamic and engaging. It allows different textures to coexist while maintaining visual harmony.

Pro Tip: When mixing materials, consider adding one common element across the room. For instance, if you have brass accents in your modern pieces, introduce brass elements into your vintage décor, such as a vintage lamp or brass-framed artwork.

4. Use Color to Bridge the Gap

Color is a powerful tool for tying together seemingly disparate elements in a room. When mixing old with new, it's important to use color to create visual continuity and ensure the space feels cohesive.

Find Common Hues: Identify a color that runs through both your vintage and contemporary pieces and use it as a unifying thread. For instance, if your modern artwork has hints of blue and your vintage furniture has warm wood tones, use blue accents in throw pillows, rugs, or other accessories to create a sense of continuity.

Limit the Palette: Too many contrasting colors can overwhelm the room and make it feel disjointed. Stick to a cohesive palette with no more than three or four main colors. This will allow your eclectic pieces to feel intentional, not chaotic.

Why It Works: A cohesive color palette helps to unify the old and new pieces in the room, allowing them to coexist without competing. Color can act as a bridge, making diverse elements feel like they belong together.

Pro Tip: Neutral base colors work well for larger furniture pieces, while accent colors in textiles or artwork can add personality and variety without overwhelming the space.

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5. Incorporate Art and Accessories

Artwork and accessories are where you can really let your personality shine. These are the pieces that allow you to tell a story and mix old with new in a way that feels personal and unique.

Gallery Wall of Mixed Art: A gallery wall is a perfect place to mix modern art with vintage frames. The key is to keep the frames cohesive—perhaps in the same color or style—but mix the artwork itself to bring a diverse range of visuals into the space.

Vintage Finds with Modern Accessories: A mid-century modern chair can be paired with a colorful, contemporary pillow. Or, an antique wooden coffee table can be styled with a modern vase or a geometric sculpture. These combinations bring contrast, while also allowing the individuality of each piece to shine.

Why It Works: Art and accessories offer the opportunity to introduce color, texture, and visual interest. They also allow you to tell your personal design story through a combination of modern and vintage pieces.

Pro Tip: Choose accessories that have a sense of age or character, like a vintage clock or an antique mirror, and pair them with sleek, contemporary items to avoid a “staged” look.

6. Embrace Imperfections

The beauty of mixing old and new is embracing the uniqueness of each piece. Vintage items often come with a history—they may have scratches, patinas, or imperfections that tell a story. Embrace these quirks and let them add character to your space.

Show Off Worn Details: Rather than hiding the imperfections of vintage furniture, highlight them as part of the charm. A weathered wood dining table can become the focal point of your space, especially when paired with modern, minimalist chairs that show off its history.

Don’t Over-polish: When mixing old with new, it’s important not to make everything look brand new. A polished vintage piece alongside a pristine contemporary one can feel out of place. Let each item be what it is—whether it’s sleek and modern or perfectly imperfect.

Why It Works: The blend of smooth, contemporary lines and weathered, antique textures brings depth to the space. It makes your home feel more lived-in, unique, and full of stories.

Pro Tip: When restoring vintage furniture, try not to overdo it. A little wear and tear can give an item charm, while excessive restoration might take away its character.

Conclusion: A Space as Unique as You Are

Mixing old with new is about creating a home that reflects your personality, tells a story, and feels timeless. The beauty of eclectic design is that it allows for creativity, individuality, and a mix of influences. By following these tips—starting with a neutral base, balancing textures and proportions, incorporating thoughtful color schemes, and celebrating imperfections—you can create a harmonious, eclectic space that feels as good as it looks.

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Best Furniture Styles for Living Rooms: Transform Your Space with These Timeless Looks

The living room is the heart of any home. It’s where we relax, entertain guests, and spend time with family. Choosing the right furniture style for your living room can completely transform the ambiance and functionality of the space. Whether you're starting from scratch or refreshing your current setup, knowing the best furniture styles can help you create a cohesive and inviting environment.

In this article, we’ll explore some of the best furniture styles for living rooms, from classic to contemporary, and provide tips on how to incorporate each look seamlessly into your home.

1. Mid-Century Modern

One of the most iconic furniture styles of the 20th century, Mid-Century Modern continues to be a popular choice for living rooms today. This style, known for its clean lines, functional forms, and minimal ornamentation, offers a sleek and timeless look that fits well in various settings. It’s often defined by its use of natural materials, such as wood, leather, and metals, and a neutral color palette accented with bold, primary colors.

Key Features:

Clean, simple lines

Functional and minimalist design

Organic shapes and geometric patterns

Wood as a primary material, often walnut or teak

How to Incorporate Mid-Century Modern: Choose a low-profile sofa with tapered wooden legs, pair it with a sleek coffee table, and add a few statement chairs with bold colors or patterns. Balance the look with neutral walls and vibrant accessories like throw pillows or art pieces. If you're looking for a timeless yet modern living room style, Mid-Century Modern might be the perfect choice.

2. Scandinavian

The Scandinavian furniture style has gained immense popularity for its focus on simplicity, functionality, and comfort. It emphasizes clean lines, natural materials, and a muted color palette, often dominated by white, beige, and soft pastels. This style is perfect for those who want to create a light, airy, and uncluttered living space.

Key Features:

Light, neutral color schemes

Minimalist design with a focus on functionality

Use of natural materials like wood, cotton, and wool

Cozy, hygge-inspired elements like soft throws and rugs

How to Incorporate Scandinavian Style: For a Scandinavian living room, start with a light-colored sofa in a neutral shade, add a wooden coffee table, and bring in cozy elements like a soft woolen throw or a sheepskin rug. Keep the décor minimal but meaningful, with functional pieces like storage-friendly side tables or stylish shelving. This furniture style is ideal for those who prefer a peaceful, calming space that feels cozy yet uncluttered.

3. Industrial

If you’re drawn to a raw, unfinished look, the Industrial furniture style may be what you need. Inspired by converted warehouses and lofts, this style embraces exposed brick walls, metal pipes, and rugged, weathered materials. Industrial living rooms often mix metal, wood, and leather to create a bold and edgy aesthetic.

Key Features:

Exposed structural elements like metal and brick

Dark, earthy tones like black, brown, and gray

Use of reclaimed or weathered wood

Oversized furniture with a rugged, sturdy feel

How to Incorporate Industrial Style: Choose a large, leather sectional sofa with visible stitching, pair it with a distressed wood coffee table, and use metal-framed shelving units to display artwork or books. To soften the look, incorporate a few warm elements like a large area rug or soft cushions. Industrial furniture works particularly well in open-concept living rooms, where the raw, unfinished elements become the focal point.

4. Bohemian

If you love a more eclectic and colorful living space, the Bohemian furniture style is the way to go. Boho living rooms are all about mixing and matching textures, patterns, and colors to create a cozy, lived-in feel. This style allows for more personalization and creativity, as it’s not bound by strict design rules.

Key Features:

Vibrant colors and rich patterns

A mix of textures like macramé, rattan, and velvet

Layered rugs and throw pillows

Global-inspired décor elements like Moroccan poufs or Indian tapestries

How to Incorporate Bohemian Style: Start with a neutral sofa to ground the space, then layer it with colorful pillows, a patterned throw, and a mix of rugs. Add eclectic furniture like a vintage armchair, rattan side tables, or a floor cushion. Don’t be afraid to play with plants, hanging macramé, and unique art pieces. Bohemian furniture styles work best when they feel relaxed and unstructured, perfect for a cozy, creative living room.

5. Traditional

For those who prefer a more classic and timeless aesthetic, the Traditional furniture style is an excellent option. This style is characterized by its elegance, attention to detail, and a balanced, harmonious look. Traditional living rooms often feature ornate furniture, plush upholstery, and rich, warm colors.

Key Features:

Rich wood furniture with intricate detailing

Classic, symmetrical layouts

Neutral or warm color palettes like beige, burgundy, and gold

Soft, luxurious fabrics like velvet, silk, and damask

How to Incorporate Traditional Style: Invest in a quality sofa with rolled arms and plush cushions, pair it with wooden coffee tables with carved details, and add accents like antique-inspired lamps or an ornate mirror. Use rich, warm colors in your upholstery and throw in a few luxurious textures like velvet or brocade. Traditional furniture styles are perfect for creating a formal, polished look in the living room, evoking a sense of timeless sophistication.

6. Modern Farmhouse

Combining the rustic charm of farmhouse décor with the sleekness of modern design, the Modern Farmhouse style is perfect for creating a cozy yet contemporary living space. This style blends natural materials like wood and metal with clean lines and neutral color palettes, making it a great option for those who want the warmth of farmhouse décor without the overly rustic feel.

Key Features:

Neutral colors like white, gray, and beige

Reclaimed wood and metal accents

Cozy textures like cotton, linen, and wool

Functional, sturdy furniture with clean lines

How to Incorporate Modern Farmhouse Style: Choose a comfortable, oversized sofa in a neutral shade, and pair it with a wooden coffee table or a metal-framed console. Add farmhouse touches like distressed wood accents, vintage-inspired light fixtures, and cozy knit throws. Modern Farmhouse is all about balancing comfort with clean, modern aesthetics, making it an inviting and practical choice for any living room.

7. Contemporary

The Contemporary furniture style is constantly evolving, but it always focuses on simplicity, clean lines, and functionality. Unlike other styles that stick to a specific look, contemporary design is more fluid and allows for more experimentation with color, form, and material. This makes it a versatile option for those who like to keep up with the latest trends.

Key Features:

Clean, straight lines

A mix of neutral tones with pops of bold color

Open spaces and minimal clutter

Use of modern materials like glass, metal, and leather

How to Incorporate Contemporary Style: Opt for a sleek sectional sofa in a neutral color, and add a few bold, abstract art pieces for visual interest. Incorporate a glass or metal coffee table for a modern touch, and keep accessories to a minimum to maintain an uncluttered look. Contemporary furniture styles are perfect for those who want a polished, modern look without too much fuss.

Conclusion

Choosing the best furniture style for your living room ultimately comes down to your personal preferences and the vibe you want to create. Whether you’re drawn to the sleek lines of Mid-Century Modern, the cozy minimalism of Scandinavian, or the bold textures of Bohemian, there’s a furniture style that will help transform your living room into a space that feels like home.

When selecting furniture, consider how each piece will contribute to the overall feel of the room. By mixing aesthetics, experimenting with textures, and personalizing the décor, you can create a living room that reflects your personality and meets your functional needs.