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The Coastal Collection - Part Eight

It feels very strange to say, but here it is, the eigth and final part of the Coastal Collection 😭 Its been quite the journey that started all the way back in January! But with all great things it must come to an end. I'm very excited to move onto a new set of items that will take us all the way through into the new year and beyond. I'll have more information on that later this month.

This last part focuses in on the living room. I started off with the standout showpiece of the month, the piano. It was yet another labour of love, similar to the playhouse from part 2, but I'm really happy to have finally been able to add a new piano for you and your sims to enjoy. There wasn't a single inspiration image pinned to my board that didnt have built in cabinets next to the fireplace, so of course a full set of those were essential for this collection.

I hope you enjoy building with these new items along with the rest of the Coastal Collection. Always feel free to reach out and share your creations with me on any of my social platforms. My DMs are always open!

Set items include:

Sofa

Loveseat

Armchair

Built in (Tall, medium, short & TV unit)

Pouf Coffee Table

Fireplace

Upright Piano

Leaning Artwork Frames

Roman Blinds (made to fit the 1, 2 & 3 tile Coastal windows)

All items are Base Game Compatible and can be found by searching COASTAL in the build/buy catalogue search bar.

Patreon Early Access Now Available

Public Release: 3rd October

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💀Hallowe'en Special💀

After Hours,

Springtrap x fem reader

Synop: Sneaking into a horror attraction after dark was really fucking stupid and you're about to find out just how much. 

A/n: I totally get that this probably isn't everyone's cup of tea, so please be warned, also bare in mind writing for Springtrap is completely new for me.

Warnings: Springtrap/william afton. Explicit non-con/rape. Violence. Threat. Themes of kidnapping.

Credit to image creator.

It was everything you expected and more.

The building reeked of lack of care, practically falling apart with all its paint peeling and the half illuminated sign. It looks creepy as fuck. That's why you came. 

You love to be scared. And this place has the potential to be truly terrifying. 

You spoke to a friend of yours who told you they'd done exactly this a week or so ago. And it was soooo much better after hours, when you can go where you want to and do what you want to; which in your case is dick around with the animatronics. They were supposed to come along as well but flaked out last minute, leaving you standing in front of the place on your lonesome. But you’re not one to be defeated by a shit friend not showing, so you’re still going to go in.

And so, with your phone torch lighting your way you go to the back of the building. And unsurprisingly you're greeted with a high fence with its gate chained closed. That isn't going to stop you though. Smirking, you throw your backpack over the fence and then slide your phone under it, torch up so you can sort of see what you're doing. 

One foot wedges in the metal, the toe of your shoe just able to fit through the diamond-shaped gap enough to give you purchase, letting you slot your other foot in the gap a little higher up. It was easy really, almost like they wanted you to hop over it, no anti-climb or spikes or anything. At the top of the fence you sit for a moment, wishing you kept hold of your phone for a photo here, illuminated by the solitary light of the building sign. Oh well, there's always the opportunity on the way out. 

You jump down, careful to land with bended knees, if you hurt yourself you wouldn’t exactly be able to call an ambulance. From there you dust yourself off for a minute and grab all your stuff, wincing when the harsh light of your phone catches your eye. 

"And now the fun begins." You whisper to yourself, as you slip around the building, quickly laying your eyes on the back door, which according to your mate was easy pickings, quite literally. Shoving your makeshift kit into the lock, it only takes a few moments of jiggling in before, hey presto, the bitch clicks open. It really was too easy. 

Inside, you flash your torch around this hallway, thinking to yourself that it looks like a 'back-stage' area with all the clutter and, god, the dust, which now flitted through the air disturbed by your movement. Honestly, with the amount of it caked on everything you wouldn’t think that this place was operational. Box after box lay on the chequered tile floor and you follow them down the corridor, checking door handles along your way. 

One opens to reveal a small cupboard filled with toilet roll and cleaning supplies. Another to one with stacks of papers, documents of some kind, probably accounts or some shit, but seriously who keeps paper copies nowadays? But the third one was the most interesting one. 

The metal door was a labour to open, scraping into the floor over a mark from others doing the same thing, the room was dark but you can tell instantly that it’s much bigger than the previous two. You use your phone torch to scan through the pitch black, revealing the jackpot. Animatronic heads are mounted on the wall like the room belongs to some kind of a  game hunter. Pointing the light down, you see the rest of the beasts, huge chest cases and clumpy-looking feet littered along the floor And in the corner the skeletons, light bouncing off them back at you, their eyes reflecting red. 

“Ho-ly shit…” You say into the darkness, grinning from ear to ear. This place was fucking insane, in the absloute best way. You waste no time inserting yourself in the room, placing huge metal heads over your shoulders and snapping a few pics looking like some demonic purple rabbit. Then some more with your arm draped over these endo-skeleton things, these took you a bit longer to build the courage to touch because fuck, their eyes were staring right into the depths of your soul. But once you did touch them and they didn’t pounce on you, you felt reassured enough to tackle anything else this creepy attraction would throw at you. 

After about ten minutes in your photoshoot, you leave the room wanting to see more than the behind the scenes stuff, you may as well see all the bits the normies get to see. Looking online earlier you knew all about the set up, creepy 80s looking corridors designed to mirror an old pizzeria chain, where apparently some kids had gone missing. Patrons could even sit inside the faux-security office taking shifts trying not to jump out of their skins as robotic creatures stalked them. Now that, you’re dying to see. 

It takes you no time to find the corridors leading to the security office, on the way discovering the dormant animatronics. One a seven foot fucking teddy bear, another a beat up looking rabbit. Golden- or maybe green, it’s hard to tell in the absence of light. This one is particularly nerve-wracking, something about its stance, it’s head tilted to the side but its eyes looking up. 

“Fuuuuck,” you giggle, angling your head to look into the creature’s mouth, open only slightly. “the designers did a good job on you, shit…” It’s only when your face gets very close to it, the robot shifts, its metallic body struggling loudly in the otherwise silent building. You flinch hard, body shoving itself away from it, thudding against the wall hard enough to wind yourself. It quickly halts, the movement dying when its head fully rears. 

You breathe out shakily, laughing at your own stupidity, clearly you triggered some kind of motion sensor and paid the price for it. You shake your head at the beast, moving away from it down the corridor and into the office, careful not to get too close to anything else that could try to scare the shit out of you. You finally manage it, and step into the office through a doorway without the actual door part, an excited smile spreading across your face. This is so fucking cool, you think, crouching down to look at a monitor on the desk, then deciding to sit in the grimy swivel chair in front of it. You then notice that the desk has drawers in it and move to look through them, an eagerly curious part of you taking over. The top one is full of a tonne of random shit sellotape, paperclips, a computer mouse and its ancient cord. The one underneath though, sticks, you rive it hard to try and open it, even more intrigued that it wouldn’t open. You jiggle it hard, the rattle echoing in the large room, but your efforts amount to fuck all and it doesnt move an inch. 

You sigh, calling the drawer a bastard under your breath and recline a little in the seat, closing your eyes for a moment. When you open them you nearly jump six feet in the air at the sight of that fucking animatronic from earlier, the yellow bunny, standing in the the doorway, it’s huge head peeking round the corner, staring directly at you. How in god’s name didn’t you hear the fucking thing move? It must weigh loads and it looks old, so there’s no way it can move silently.

“God, this place.” you say, to yourself, to the room, it doesn’t matter. You’ve had enough scares for tonight, it’s probably best if you bail before you trigger any other attractions. No longer smiling, you stand up hesitantly, moving slowly and consciously. Some kind of dread now hanging in the air because this fucking rabbit is really creepy.

You walk up to the door and carefully squeeze yourself through the gap, desperate to not touch the thing. Managing it, you outwardly sigh, that was a small mercy because some loud noise from the robot would probably give you a heart attack right now. You step away from it, ready to get yourself out of here. But the second your back is turned the most agonising sound makes you freeze. 

Breathing. Raspy, pained, human, fucking breathing. 

Your turning around is prevented by the cold grip on your throat, backing you up against its metal body, its lack of body heat making goosebumps spring over you instantly. Uselessly, you push against its hold, instinctively wanting to get away from it and the reality of what was happening. But your struggling just makes it grip you harder, thick plastic fingers tight on the base of your throat. 

A deeply coarse sound vibrates from the creature, a breathy sound that takes you a while to realise is laughter. Laughter cold and mean, making your heart hammer in your chest. “What stupid little girl snoops around in the dark on her own?” Each word sounds painful, it must take the thing sheer will to push past such agony just to taunt you.

You tremble, “What- what are you?” the words so quietly terrified you can’t believe they’re your own. There’s no way this is part of the attraction. Just no way anyone would program this to grab patrons so violently. This was something all too wrong and all too real. 

Without warning or hesitation the creature uses your throat as leverage to slam you against the wall, there’s no room for protest or struggling, it’s power is inhumanly strong. You cry out when your body hits the concrete, its unfeeling coolness stark contrast to the fretful heat coming from you. The robot’s head cranes down above yours, a subtle clicking alerting you to every slight movement. You’re winded, energy trickling down your face as tears when you’re dawned to the terrifying conclusion that you’re trapped.

It finally answers you, the raspy voice coiling your stomach in fear. “Your worst fucking nightmare.” The creature must hear you sob in response because again it- he laughs, it’s cold and mocking. Only stopping when he takes the time to parrot your desperate fearful noises back at you, making himself laugh again. It’s becoming clear to you that this must be a person, someone inside this awful thing, an employee gone rogue, trying to scare the living daylights out of people stupid enough to break in… maybe. But that voice…

“You’re hurting me.” You choke out, unsure of what you’re trying to accomplish. Internally reasoning that people have empathy and people can be talked down, you hope that he’ll let you go but it seems more and more unlikely by the second. The hand on the back of your head flexes, tangling in your hair and yanking your head upwards so you can glimpse him out of the corner of your eyes and the sight is just awful. 

The inexpressive face comes close as the man inside hisses through the rabbit mask, “You don’t know the meaning of hurt.”  

“Look,” you whimper, “I’m sorry- I shouldn’t have come here.” The words are near incomprehensible through your tears. “God, I shouldn’t have come here…” You repeat, body convulsing under the monster’s grip. Your crying is loud in the corridor, echoing off the hard floors and mirroring the heartbreaking sound back at you. You're lost in it for a couple of seconds whilst this thing seems to just enjoy the sound, before the air is knocked from your lungs by the creature’s hand trailing down the arch of your back, all the way down to your behind where he grabs a hard handful of your flesh. It’s so unexpected that you just stare at what you can see of him over your shoulder, now silently shaking. The action turns your stomach, it doesn’t hurt but it’s rough and riddled with intent. 

His other hand moves, turning you around before again shoving you to the wall and caging you in with his massive frame, using that insane strength to push you down to your knees. “No,” He almost coos, “You shouldn’t have. But don’t worry… I won’t let you go to waste.” 

Whilst you're still making sense of the words, the monster grabs itself at the waist, huge fingers prying between the metal plates and rummaging until he frees his very human and very real penis. You don't want this and the disdain is evident in your eyes, but a dark part of you thinks that to please him will make him let you go. He holds himself before you, there's no illusion even with the suit that he's huge and the thought scares you.

The metallic hand in your hair pulls your head towards him and you obey, fear making you compliant. He smears himself against your lips, precum already leaking from his tip and laying warm on your face. He doesn't have to tell you to open your mouth, the rough tilting of your head is enough, and you hesitantly part your lips, flinching when he yanks you towards him. Your eyes involuntarily close when he shoves his cock in your mouth, he doesn't hold back, pushing himself as far in your throat as he can before you gag, your hands frenzied grabbing at the creature's hips. He pulls back for a moment before shoving back in repeatedly, forcing your jaw open to accept him each time. 

He grunts, burying himself inside your throat and holding you still. "You'll have to do better than that, if you're scared of me hurting you." The snarl in his voice makes your eyes wide with realisation of what he wants. You obey without question, hollowing your cheeks and sucking him as good as you can, his grip relenting enough to let you. Swirling your tongue on the underside of his shaft with only the goal of getting this over with as soon as possible. It’s like he knows and the huge hand in your hair slows your movement, forcing you to take him slow and deep, revelling in the feeling of your hot mouth and the frantic way your eyes dart around. 

The salty taste of his big cock stirs you, and each time he uses your mouth it makes your heat betray the pain of his brutal hold. It’s instinctual and even though your mind is against it your body is reacting. Trying to push the conflicting feelings from your mind you continue sucking, an eagerness spurring you on when he groans, he’s close, you can tell from the leniency in his grip. But just as you’re getting your hopes up that he’s going to finish, he pulls your lips from him, making you look up at the terrifying form above you. The sudden dread that sizzles through you is inexplicable, it’s almost as though you forgot how horrifying this costume was and the reminder shocks your core. 

You look so frightened kneeling there, your pupils tiny and your lips still parted, saliva dripping down your chin that underneath the mask he smirks cruelly, the action painful enough to make his cock twitch. With how warm and slick your mouth was, he can only imagine how tight your little cunt is going to be, fuck it’s been so long since he last broke a pretty thing like you. He’s going to savour it. 

“Stand up.” The monster commands, the raspy voice insanely harsh. You obey without question your legs trembling as all trace of hope leaves you, all chance of this ending any time soon trickled between your legs. As soon as you reach your feet his large hand grabs your shoulder shoving you forwards, back towards that old guard’s office you left only minutes ago, but it felt like years. Stumbling through the doorway, the brief idea of running flashes through your mind, but you’re too scared, you don’t want to make what this man was going to do worse. 

You don’t have the chance anyway, with crazy strength he catches your arm, forcing your body down onto the desk in front of you. A pathetic whimper leaves your lips at the rough action, your whole body still shaking. Once he has you where he wants you, the creature’s huge hands rake over your body, no gentleness or intimacy in his touch, just pure malicious lust. He gabs at your breasts, fingers digging harshly into the sensitive skin, then roughly pulling up the fabric of your shirt, so roughly the material tears. You’d be cold if not for the raging adrenaline in your veins. At the sight of your naked torso the mascot bears down on you, no emotion in its dead eyes, “Such a stupid girl, coming here, getting yourself in trouble. Is this what you wanted, huh?” To punctuate the question he takes hold of your face, squeezing your cheeks so that you let out a shaky gasp. 

You wrap your fingers around his wrist, pulling against the hold that was making your teeth hurt, but he doesn’t move an inch. At your silence he grabs your left tit pinching your nipple so hard your body raises from the desk to try and escape it. “Huh?” He snarls again. And you try to shake your head, but with no way to move you’re forced to speak. 

“No-o.” Your voice cracks, your answer making the creature above you grind his cock against your thigh, the godforsaken suit preventing him from touching himself, his own unique fucking torture. His mocking spurs a sudden surge of fight  and sees your legs rise and kick hard at his chest, the dull thud of striking metal echoing in the dark room. It’s useless, and his laughing is only proof. He holds your legs against his chest with one hand, using the other to tug down your legging and the panties you were wearing underneath, taking them completely from your body and discarding them on the dirty floor. 

Looking down at your wet cunt he near growls, such a slick little fucktoy that walked right into his grasp. Cold metallic fingers trace over your entrance, pulling your folds apart to see the trembling of your hole, your unwanted wetness coating his fingers. You hate yourself for being aroused but maybe it’s for the best, maybe it’ll make this more bearable. You quiver when his digit pokes inside you the costume fingers large enough to stretch you open when he sinks in, you groan the invasion pressing against a coil in your core. Seeing how your pussy swallowed his finger so well, tight around him when he fucked it in and out made him pull away, needing his hands to hold your thighs down as he rubbed the head of his dick against your entrance. Desperate to feel the grip of your walls on one of the only parts of him that remained intact. 

He shoves into you roughly, forcing your walls to accept him, all air in your lungs leaving in a suffered groan. He’s thick and long and pushing to the hilt you feel more than full, like he was taking you over, touching all of you at once. The stretch burned but the pain quickly dulled when he began rutting into you, a selfishly brutal pace that had you helplessly gasping. He fucks you as deep as the suit will allow him, the waist of the costume slamming into your hips so hard the desk thudded against the floor. 

It’s like you’re outside of your body looking at the scene, feeling his hands move to lift your body from the desk, holding you and manipulating the angle of his pounding to suit him. Shoving into the part of you that makes you scream and your juices spill around the base of his cock. It doesn't feel real, but at the same time is brutally so an unwilling pleasure seizing hold of you and making you clench around his length. He groans,not stopping his pace as you begin to flutter around him, what a filthy fucking thing you are to enjoy this, he thinks, the thought making him fuck you harder. Forceful thrusts that quickly beginning to stutter as the monster nears his end, bursting inside you like an animal and stuffing you full of him. You’re dirty, used and broken, letting the cum seep around him, dripping down onto the desk. 

He holds you still for what feels like hours before dropping you down onto the slick tabletop, leaving you to crumple on the floor. There’s no coherent thoughts in your mind, just a frightening emptiness as you get to your knees and crawl over to where he threw your clothes, hands shaking as you try to gather them up. He chuckles at your form, bruises already beginning to show on your hips and thighs, before slowly walking to you, a cold metal foot shoving you over, your body thudding into the floor. 

“Now, where do you think you’re going?”

A/n: Here it is. My second Hallowe'en event, thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed. I know this is very different to the kind of thing I usually write, but heck, why not try something new. X

Stay tuned for my third fic!

[sashaisready]

Chapter Twenty-Three - Hell if I know

Bucky Barnes Mob AU x Femme Reader

You're hard at work in Pepper's Bakery when notorious mob boss James 'Bucky' Barnes darkens your doorway one typical afternoon, and life is never the same again.

Warning: PTSD/trauma response, Steve being cute

18+ - see Masterlist for full list of warnings

Chapter 24

Series Masterlist

Thank-you to everyone who has read, liked, reblogged and commented on this series! It means so much and I love hearing your thoughts!! Just two parts left now - to be posted tomorrow (13th Dec).

You had finally peeled yourself out of bed so Bucky could debrief his men after the events of last night. He’d shown you the ensuite bathroom and laid out some spare clothes so you didn’t need to put last night’s back on (you’d asked him to throw them out). He told you firmly to come downstairs and have some breakfast when you were ready. Not that you were particularly hungry, but after you’d protested he had shot you a warning look and you’d buckled – not wanting to put a dampener on the mood after your morning together.

It was easily the best shower of your life. Bucky’s guest bathroom was impressive, a huge walk in waterfall shower amongst brand new fittings and slate grey tiles. There were array of fancy toiletries on the shelf, each stylish bottle probably the same price as your monthly electric bill.

The water pressure was intense, you closed your eyes and allowed the hot water to wash everything away. You took your time washing your hair, taking care to scrub every inch of yourself and wipe away every trace of HYDRA and that night. Every speck of dust, blood, sweat.

You lost track of time as you enjoyed the feeling of the warm water on your skin. After washing your hair you took a moment to lean against the tiles, which proved to be a mistake.

You weren’t sure if it was the feel of the hard surface on your back but suddenly you were transported back to the attic in the warehouse, folding yourself into the corner and holding tight against the wall as you hid and waited in the dark. Your breaths became short and laboured as the room started to spin. The steam from the shower, once comforting and soothing, suddenly seemed stifling and threatening. Fear coursed through you as you were struck by the idea that there was someone in the bathroom with you, hiding within the steam, waiting for you, even though you knew the door was locked from the inside.

You were bent over double as you finally began to push through it. Eventually you managed to regulate your breathing and calm down, switching the water off and wrapping yourself in a fluffy towel as you cautiously moved to the door. Nobody there, of course, nobody in the bedroom either. You exhaled, taking a second to adjust. You had a feeling that wasn’t going to be a one off.

The bathroom was also generously stocked with toiletries - everything a guest might need including new toothbrushes and hair products. After making use of the deodorant and toothpaste you pulled on the clothes Bucky had left for you, navy blue sweat pants, a t-shirt and a large hoody - a pair of boxers too. Everything was too big for you but they were comfy, and they smelled like him too.

You gingerly left the room with your wet hair and borrowed clothing. No Scott guarding outside any more, the house seemed quiet. You crept down the stairs, once again in awe of Bucky’s home. You couldn’t believe anyone in New York had this much space, your shoebox apartment could fit in this floor alone several times over. Everything was modern and looked brand new, pristine white walls and immaculate floors. He must have a cleaning team working round the clock.

You didn’t see anyone as you went down the stairs, crossed the hall and made your way into the intimidatingly enormous kitchen. Nobody there either, just every food gadget you could ever imagine and a table big enough to host a small army. But you supposed that made sense, there seemed to be dozens of people here at any one time. You fantasised about baking there, using the state of the art food mixer and spreading everything out across the many surfaces - a world away from your tiny kitchen at home, where you huddled everything onto your meagre counter with your well-trodden mixer running on nothing but sheer force of will at this point.

You fought your way through the seemingly hundreds of cabinets to finally retrieve a cup and then moved on to trying to figure out the coffee machine. Unfortunately you seemed to need an engineering degree to work it, so hadn’t got very far when you heard someone come into the kitchen behind you.

“She’s awake! How are you today, cupcake?” A cheerful voice called out.

You whipped around to find Steve walking towards you, grinning. He was wearing a slick grey suit, looking every inch the part of second in command.

“Cupcake…? Oh, ‘cos I’m a baker…yeah I get it. Clever” you giggled, rolling your eyes.

“I’m not just a pretty face”. He shot you a wink as he moved to the coffee machine and started pressing buttons .

“She’s got a bit of a knack to her, just need to show her who’s boss and-“

The machine whirred to life and he turned to give you a satisfied smile.

“Thank you, Steve” you beamed back at him. “Where’s Bucky?”

“A little caught up - he’ll be back later. Sorry to say you’re stuck with me for now. So, what we having?”

He takes off his jacket and rolls up his shirt sleeves. You blink at him for a moment before you realise he’s offering to make you breakfast.

“Steve…you don’t have to babysit me. I can make my own eggs” you chuckle.

“Eggs it is…”. He retrieves a carton from the fridge. “So how we doing this? Fried? Boiled? Scrambled? I can even poach if that’s what you’re into…”

“It’s fine…I can do it” you lightly scold him.

“Mmm sorry but I’m under strict orders here. So drink your coffee and tell me what how you like them before I pick for you” he says sternly.

“Fine. Scrambled, please. On toast” you sigh in defeat.

You feel uncomfortable being doted on like this. You’re very independent and used to taking care of yourself. This isn't you.

“Perfect. Let’s go” Steve replied, pulling out a pan and moving to the stove while he grabbed a loaf of sourdough.

“So is this how it all goes down every time?” You tease. “You distract the girls with breakfast the morning after, while Bucky makes a quick exit?”

Steve turns to you and grins. “This is the first time, actually”.

“Bullshit”.

“It is! Would you believe me if I told you most girls don’t even make it to breakfast?” He tells you wickedly.

“Wow, charming” you scoff.

“Well, Bucky knows you’ve had a rough night and asked me to take care of you” he admits earnestly. “You certainly keep him on his toes, cupcake”.

You blush at that, averting your eyes as you clutch your cup. You sit in a comfortable silence for a few minutes as Steve hums and cooks. The toast pops up, Steve plates up your meal and brings it over as you take a seat at the kitchen island.

“Thank you, Steve. This is very sweet of you”.

“Don’t thank me yet” he shoots back, waving a spatula warningly as he puts the pan in the sink. “I’m a bit rusty in the kitchen. This isn’t one of my usual duties…”

You laugh and take a bite, humming with happiness as you chew.

“Good, huh?”

“I mean it’s possibly because I haven’t eaten in like…seventeen hours? But yeah it’s really good, thank you”. You smile at him.

And you are grateful. As much as you don’t like people fussing over you, you can’t deny it’s nice to be cared for - particularly after the last twenty four hours. And you’re touched that Bucky is looking after you even when he’s not there.

“Oh almost forgot….” Steve leans over to where he put his jacket and reaches into the pocket. “We salvaged this for you. Case is a bit cracked but the screen seems okay”.

He throws you over your phone and you catch it, thanking him. You unlock the screen and see a few messages. One from Wanda asking how your date went, another from Peter saying he enjoyed hanging out and you should do it again sometime (platonically of course). You reply to Peter with some non-committal enthusiasm and tell Wanda you’ll call her later as you have lots to tell her. It feels strange that their world is just carrying on as usual around you, while yours had changed forever in a matter of hours. Pepper also let you know she’d offered the Assistant job to the top candidate and was waiting to hear back.

You see the texts HYDRA sent on your behalf and the reply from Bucky and hastily delete them before you can fully react to them, wishing you could remove your memories just as easily.

“So you and Buck…” Steve questioned warily.

“Me and Buck what…?” you ask as if you don’t know what he’s implying.

“What’s your deal? Are you actually together now?”

You shrug animatedly as you eat your breakfast. “You probably know more than I do…”

And that’s the truth. You have no idea what is going on with you two as you hadn’t discussed it. Yes, he gallantly came to your rescue (although he was somewhat morally obligated as he was the reason you needed saving…) and yes you’d slept together again…but nothing had been explicitly said between you. From your perspective…you felt like something had shifted between you now. You knew in your heart wanted to be with Bucky. Really wanted to be with him. Despite his flaws, despite everything that had happened. You were still cautious but nonetheless drawn to him like a moth to a flame, unable to stay away. It was hard to imagine your life without him now.

Steve laughs and shoots you a ‘Hell if I know…’ look.

“Steve…” you ask cautiously as your fork plays with the last of your toast. “What did you mean when you said I keep Bucky on his toes?”

He chuckles. “C’mon cupcake, you know exactly what I meant”.

The two of you stare at one another for a moment and you feel yourself flush as you finish your final bites. Steve picks up your empty plate and takes it to the dishwasher.

“All I’m saying is he’s got it bad” Steve continues as he cleans up. “There’s a reason I’m standing here cooking for you”.

You nod, finishing your coffee as his words sink in.

[koshkamartell]

No One But Me

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You woke up sweating and tangled in your bed sheets after another fitful sleep full of bad dreams that seemed so realistic. You had always suffered from the occasional nightmare, as every survivor did, but lately you had been plagued by them more often.

They were vivid dreams that always revolved around the deaths of your loved ones. Hordes of the infected, grostesque beings with faces mutilated by cordyceps, would chase you relentlessly through thick forests or abandoned towns. Sometimes Ellie was with you, sometimes your parents. The dreams always ended similarly, with one of you being caught and barbarically devoured.

Each dream was traumatic and so lifelike. But you found the worst ones to be the dreams involving Ellie. They seemed to be happening more and more lately. In the dreams you would both be running from the infected, your laboured breathing and the crunch of earth under your shoes loud in your ears. You were running so fast that it seemed like you were escaping from the mob after you and freedom was just on the horizon, so close and so tangible.

Then disaster would strike. Ellie would trip over and land heavily onto her chest, the fall knocking the wind out of her small body. You would scream at her to get up and try desperately to haul her back up on her feet. But she was so heavy, like a lead weight, and no matter how hard you tried you just couldn't lift her. She lay motionless with her big eyes staring up at you full of tears. You would be screaming and crying hysterically as the infected approached, their shrieks and screeches deafening in your ears.

You would look up to see the horrible creatures rushing toward you then you'd look back to Ellie. Except it wasn't Ellie staring back at you now. Her face had changed. Staring back at you now was you as a child, 12 years old and frightened out of your wits. Time stood still as you and your child self gazed at each other in anguished horror. You were paralysed. The screams would get louder as the horde closed in on you. You squeezed your eyes shut when they reached you and lunged at you. Then you were enveloped in black.

And that's when your conscience returns to the reality of living and you wake up in the safety of Joel's arms or alone in your bed, disorientated and close to hyperventilating. Having Joel's warm body enclosed around yours as he whispered soothingly during these moments of profound distress was a blessing. It was something that you missed on the nights he didn't stay with you and you startled awake. Truthfully, it was just about the only time you missed Joel these days.

It had been a week since you negotiated your return to your cottage. You reveled in the comfort of your home and the security of all its quirks and nooks; the squeak of the kitchen cupboard where the mugs were kept, the small watercolour painting that hung in your hallway, the missing tile in your shower alcove, the smell of your herbal teas on your kitchen windowsill.

Joel still visited most nights and slept in your bed, entangling you in his strong arms and long legs. He invaded all your senses at once; his sandalwood and pine scent filling your nostrils, his thick fingers sliding into your pussy, his plush lips pressing against your neck, his intense dark brown eyes gazing at your face full of desire. You still surrendered yourself to Joel but there was a niggling part deep inside your heart that wouldn't settle, that caused your body to instinctively flinch when he touched you or when he spoke.

Joel had been trying very hard to prove himself to you. He had been loving and gentle, affectionate and attentive. The sex was still amazing. He hadn't gotten angry or annoyed with you. Infact, Joel had changed so dramatically that you couldn't help a modicum of hateful resentment spiking deep inside you. Why had it taken him so long to change? After all the damage he had inflicted, why did he now try to be better? 

Joel had even uttered those three simple words that you had waited so long to hear. When you heard him say "I love you" for the first time you were left speechless. His voice echoed through your head for days to come. But that shock then morphed into indignation the longer you thought about what Joel had done. And then that softly spoken declaration of love dissipated completely, outweighed and replaced by the other things he had said.

Disrespectful little bitch.

Whore.

Slut.

The passion in his insults still stung. The phantom grip of his hands all over your body still haunted you. You were suffocated by his presence and had to retreat to your own safe space, not just physically but emotionally. And emotionally that safe space was Oscar.

Your weekly lunch date quickly became the highlight of your week. He never failed to show up, always with a meal and some fruit tucked in his satchel. That one hour of spent with Oscar was a blissful reprieve from the depressive spiral you had gradually been descending into. Just the sight of his smile was enough to pierce through the darkness smothering your existence, like a speck of guiding gold light offering hope.

Joel had snuffed the flame of your spirit, leaving you abandoned in darkness. But Oscar was the one whose hand had found yours, knitting his fingers through your own and offering you refuge in his light. It was he who gave you hope, a reason to strive against the oppression of Joel's dark side and the survivor's guilt and depression, a reason to want to be happy.

You still loved Joel. You are sure a part of you will always love him. But he cannot fix what he has broken inside you, no matter how dedicated he is in trying to repair the ruins between you. The more time passes, the clearer it becomes that you can no longer love him as you once did.

Oscar stands infront of the small mirror in his bathroom and runs a comb through his thick black hair. He hasn't shaved for the last three days and the stubble growing on his face is already prickly. He wonders if he should let it grow, if he looks better with a beard. He recalls the way you looked at him at the Tipsy Bison that night, the first time seeing him without the extra hair. Your eyes were twinkling with a mixture of something like intrigue and surprise, and what he believes - hopes - was a spark of attraction.

No, he decides. He will shave tomorrow.

Oscar splashes cold water on his face and brushes the sleep from his eyes. He doesn't take long to get ready for work, preferring to instead save enough time to eat a plate of scrambled eggs and have a cup of tea at a leisurely pace. He had spent far too many years on the brink of starvation to neglect his body's need for regular meals, and therefore he treats food with reverence. Once he's finished his breakfast Oscar washes his dishes and leaves the house for the stables.

On the walk there Oscar absorbs the sights and sounds around him. The snow on the trees lining the street look like powdered sugar, reminding Oscar of the donuts displayed in the window of the Jackson bakery. The sweet melody of chirping birds carries along the chilly breeze sweeping through the town, and the sounds feel like a warm morning greeting to Oscar. He stuffs his hands into his coat pockets and continues on his way, mentally preparing himself for the day ahead of him.

Joel is already at the stables when Oscar arrives. They greet each other and saddle their horses together, then go to the patrol post at the community gates to sign the log book and collect their rifles. Joel mounts his usual steed, a brown stallion named Tex, while Oscar hoists himself up onto his favourite mare, Misty. They trot through the massive gates of Jackson and set off on the well established route they have been assigned to.

Joel knows this route like the back of his hand. He doesn't need a map to navigate where they are going; he already knows what directions to take, every landmark that acts as a measurement of distance and time. The men settle into a companionable silence while they ride, and it isn't until an hour has passed that one of them says more than a handful of words.

"Tommy said Troy needed a week off," Oscar speaks up. "Is it his knee again?"

"It plays up in the cold," Joel grunts. "Gives him hell."

Like Joel, Troy had survived through many battles and escapades with both men and mutants, and he had the scars to prove it. Troy was younger and stronger than Joel, his body solidly built with more muscle and fat, but he was often plagued with aches and arthritis from old injuries. Joel empathised with Troy; his own back gave him much grief, the pain stemming all the way back to his contracting days.

"Check point is just up ahead," Joel announces. "We'll stop and survey the area, but I gotta piss first."

"Alright."

Less than half a mile away was a clearing that served as the first stopping point in the route. Joel and Oscar steer the horses to the glade and dismount them.  Oscar stands and stretches his arms up over his head, sighing contentedly, then looks out over the small valley below them. The land is blanketed with snow and dotted with patches of green shrubs and trees. The vast Wyoming land is encompassed by the formidable grey mountains that sit in the distance. Oscar soaks up the sight before him, speechless by the panorama for a few moments.

"This view is surreal," Oscar remarks reverently. "Beautiful, like a dream."

Joel cracks his neck and pulls off the sling of his rifle from over his shoulder. "Speakin' of dreams, you been havin' any more bad ones lately?"

"Not many, actually. Work's been so busy that I just about pass out when I get home. And...well...I guess I've just been a bit happier lately," Oscar replies with a light-hearted smile.

Joel huffs a laugh and takes hold of his rifle. "Yeah? Finally got yourself a woman, huh?" He bends down to set the gun to stand against a large rock.

"I don't wanna say too much but...yeah, there's kinda someone," Oscar says, bashful as he rubs the back of his neck.

Joel tethers Tex's reins to a branch of one of the nearby trees before pacing a few feet away to urinate. When he finishes and ambles back to Oscar and the horses Joel resumes the conversation.

"What's she like?" Joel asks as he reaches down and picks his rifle up once again. Oscar strokes Misty's muzzle, his back facing Joel.

"Well, she's a real sweetheart. Smart, loves to read. Really cares about others, you know what I mean? Like kids and old people."

Joel's breath catches in his throat and his hand immediately tightens around the handguard of his rifle. Is Oscar talking about you?

Have you been cheating on him?

No, you can't be. You love him, not Oscar.

You'd never do that. Oscar must be talking about some other woman.

Joel knows he needs to appear indifferent if he wants to find out more information; getting angry when he doesn't have any details would do more damage than good. Joel slings his rifle over his shoulder, then reaches into his pocket and fishes out his flask. He carries out these actions slowly as he thinks of how to respond.

How the hell is he supposed to ask Estrada if he's fucking his woman? And goddamnit, it's not like he would have known you belong to Joel.

Unless you told him. Did you?

In this moment Joel wants nothing more than to show Estrada and every single person in Jackson that you are his - perhaps in some grand sweeping display of dominance. But for now he has to focus on what he can do, which is interrogating the younger man without scaring him.

Joel takes a deep breath to help compose himself enough to carry on the conversation.  "Yeah? How long has somethin' been goin' on between you two?"

Oscar flips open his satchel and rummages around inside it for some of the jerky he always has stashed in one of the pockets. "We have been friends for a while now, but it isn't been anything more than just hanging out, you know?"

Hanging out.

Have you been seeing him since he left working at the library?

Where? Why?

Joel watches Oscar's every movement, every expression, searching for the sincerity in his words, any telltale sign of dishonesty. But Joel already knows that Oscar isn't the kind of man who lies or showboats.

"You ain't told her you got feelings?" Joel asks impassively.

"Not outrightly so. Not yet." Oscar responds with a sigh that clearly conveys his chagrin. "Guess I've been too chicken shit to do it."

Joel pops open the lid of the flask and takes a swig of scotch. The burn of it helps calms his nerves. "She feels the same, you reckon?"

Oscar locates the small bundle of jerky and pulls it from the satchel. "Well, I think so. She said I'm the only guy she is comfortable with. And she gives me these looks, like she wants more."

Joel pictures you standing infront of Oscar and flirting with him, shyly batting the lashes of your pretty eyes.  Those same eyes that used to gaze at him with so much passion when he fucked you senseless. Joel's belly clenches with white hot envy at the thought of Oscar being the subject of your adoration instead of himself.

He shuts the flask and shoves it back into his jacket pocket.

"But she's not the kind to make the first move." Oscar explains earnestly. "She's quiet, shy. Would rather get lost in a book than be the life of the party."

It is you.

Estrada is talking about you. That he has feelings for you and you probably reciprocate them, and that he's the only man you feel comfortable with.

Joel whips around to avoid Oscar's gaze. Flames of jealous fury lick up the nape of his neck and burn into the back of his eyes. His nostrils flare as his breathing speeds up, his heart pounding in his ears.

Are you fucking Estrada?

Are you going to leave him and end up with this weak piece of shit and let him be the one to fuck you and own you?

Both of Joel's fists are balled so tightly into themselves that the skin of his knuckles have turned white. It takes all of Joel's might and willpower to suppress the poisonous wrath coursing through his body. The primal, more reactionary part of Joel's brain says to shoot Oscar in the face instantly, and if Joel were in his younger raider years he would have splattered the man's brains out onto the dazzling white snow without a second thought.

He could easily dispose of Oscar's body somewhere in the vast expanse of forest land surrounding them, no trace of him left behind to ever to be found. Joel imagines being surrounded by a large group of townsfolk on his return and delivering the tragic news that his patrol partner died while out on a routine patrol route. Maybe Joel would say Oscar was viciously mauled by a clicker out of no where, or maybe raiders ambushed them and fatally shot him. No one would question the validity of Joel's version of Oscar's demise; why would he lie? And after all, Joel was one of the very best patrolmen in Jackson and he surely would've done everything he could to save Oscar.

But by some miracle Joel is narrowly able to restrain the impulse to murder Oscar. He reminds himself over and over that he must control his fury. Control, control, control. He consciously regulates his breathing, inhaling through his nose and then exhaling through his mouth. The anger seems to slowly dissolve and leech into Joel's blood stream, icy and venomous as it flows through his veins, no longer imminent in its threat but nonetheless still alive.

Joel immediately realises he has to do something about this friendship between you and Oscar. There is no way in hell that he will allow this to go on, and behind his back, no less. Before all this bullshit happened on Jackson's birthday, Joel would've stalked straight into that library to teach you a lesson; he would have marked you all over with his mouth and teeth and then he would have fucked all your holes.

But things are different now, and Joel has to find other ways to deal with the situation that's been presented to him. He needs to come up with a plan that will tear you and Oscar apart without implicating himself in the destruction.

When Joel remains quiet and does not show any response, Oscar shakes his head and let's out a sheepish groan. "Shit, sorry for boring you with this stuff, man. I don't tend to talk about this kinda thing with anyone, I guess it's all come rushing out."

"Hope it all works out for ya, man," Joel says gruffly with his back still facing Oscar. "Now let's get back on route."

"Thanks, man." Oscar calls out.

Joel's jaw ticks. He has found benefit in Tommy's advice of controlling his temper; the discipline allows Joel the ability to strategically plan, to contemplate different courses of action in order to gain an advantage in a situation. And if executed effectively, Joel knows the repercussions of those plans could destroy you and Oscar.

The next morning Joel arrived at the patrol post for his shift earlier than usual. He flipped through the pages of the large hardcover log book where each ranger recorded their name, the day, and the starting time and ending time of their shift.

The first lined column of the page detailed the week of the day and in the next was where the times were written. The following columns showed the rangers names and their signatures, as well as a space for comments and notes about that particular shift.

Joel scanned along the name column in search of Oscar's name. He discovered that on average Oscar was working patrol three days a week, always on Tuesday, Thursday and Friday. He also worked at the stables on Monday, Wednesday and Sunday, sometimes on the Saturday as well. Joel's tongue licked along the inside of his cheek as he contemplated what this meant.

If you and Oscar were spending time together, it would have to be during the day - night time would be impossible for you because you were with Joel or Ellie so often. Oscar wouldn't be able to see you during the day when he was on patrol, so that cancelled out Tuesday, Thursday and Friday. And you wouldn't be able to meet Oscar on the days you were at school without children and teachers gossiping. No, you needed more privacy than what the school environment was able to offer.

That left your library shifts. It made sense. It was the perfect place for more clandestine meetings and it was where you two had met. Joel's jaw clenched at the thought of you and Oscar alone together.

Joel deduced that the only day you worked there in which Oscar could possibly visit you was Wednesdays. 

Wednesday. Five days time.

Just enough time for Joel to make sure you stayed his.

That Saturday night Ellie came to Joel's for family dinner and movie night. Despite the limited range of movies available in Jackson, Ellie located a tape that neither of you had seen before. It was always exciting to watch a VHS movie on Joel's large analog television. It was an activity Joel and Ellie used to enjoy together, however it had become a rare occurrence in the last year or so that Ellie had become more independent and sociable. So although Joel grumbled about staying up late to watch a ridiculous movie, you knew he secretly loved the opportunity to spend time with Ellie in the comfort of the living room, snuggled by blankets and pillows and a big bowl of popcorn.

At dinner time the three of you sat at the dining table to eat the soup and freshly baked bread you had made that evening. As usual, Ellie was the centre of attention and was entertaining the two of you with stories of her work escapades and what her and her friends had gotten up to that week.

"Hey, you know that Oscar guy?" Ellie asks eagerly. "Works at the stables and does patrol?"

Your heart skips a beat to hear Oscar's name spoken and your head automatically turns to look at Ellie across the dining table. She grins and raises her eyebrows like she is dying to share some kind of secret with you both.

"Partnered on patrol with him this week," Joel replies casually before taking a fork full of potato into his mouth.

The throwaway comment surprises you and you momentarily freeze, your spoon stilling in the middle of scooping a spoonful of soup. The thought of Oscar and Joel working alongside one another makes you uneasy, like their proximity is a ticking time bomb waiting to explode. You haven't cheated on Joel but he doesn't know how close you and Oscar are or how profound your friendship is, and if Oscar were to somehow mention you then you're sure Joel would not be pleased.

"Well, Uncle Tommy said he'd show me how to throw an axe, just like the competition we saw!" Ellie exlaims enthusiatically, looking from you to Joel. "So he took me today and Oscar and that Matt guy tagged along and we had our own competition to see who was the best."

You secretly glance at Joel to gauge his reaction but he appears apathetic as he eats, shoulders hulking as he leans over his bowl, eyes trained on the soup before him.

"Uncle Tommy was bragging that he would kick their asses but then Oscar beat him like, three times in a row!" Ellie snickered, shaking her head at the fond memory. "It was fucking hilarious."

You picture Oscar gripping the heavy wooden handle of an axe, its blade sharp and glinting dangerously in the sunlight. You imagine the determined expression on his face as he eyes the target ahead, how his stance shifts into the best position for him to pull back and launch the weapon. You imagine his shirt sleeves rolled up to his biceps, revealing the olive skin of his forearms.

Oh, how you wished you could have been there.

Joel remains quiet and does not acknowledge Ellie's anecdote, so you muster a little smile and nod at her to show you've been listening. "That sounds like fun," you supply.

"Yeah it was. You guys should come watch next time." Ellie slurps some soup before turning her attention to Joel. "So do you and Oscar like, chill when you're not on patrol?"

"Nah," Joel grunts, not meeting Ellie's eyes. "I'm too busy workin'." He pauses for a few beats before adding, "and he's busy with some mystery woman alotta the time, forgot what he said her name was."

Your spoon drops from your hand and clatters down into your bowl with a sudden clang. No one notices and Ellie continues talking, but Joel's words ring in your ears.

Oscar has a woman...and they spend alot of time together.

Why had he never told you? Is that why he was so busy for all those weeks, is that why he didn't visit you in the library when he stopped working with you?

Tears prick at your eyes and threaten to spill over your lash line. You hurriedly blink them away and discreetly wipe your eyes with your sleeve.

You stupid, stupid girl.

You have no right to feel like that, your mind hisses. How can you feel betrayed when you've done exactly the same thing, seeing Joel without telling Oscar anything? Oscar has every right to be happy with someone else and it's none of your business.

And you know this well. You want Oscar to be happy in any way he can be. He deserves it. And if that happiness is found with another woman, one you know nothing about, then so be it. You should wish him good luck and be glad that he's got someone to share his life with.

But why did it have to work out like this? Why hadn't I met Oscar before Joel?

You nibble on the inside of your lip and try to quell the deluge of emotions and thoughts flooding your mind. You raise your head to look at Joel and find he's already staring at you. He looks handsome in the soft light of the dining room with his fluffy greying curls and his rich chocolate brown eyes sparkling at you. You offer him a tiny smile, disguising the hurt swirling around your heart. Joel's lips curl into a little smirk in return and he winks at you, then turns his attention back to Ellie's rambling.

You glance over to Ellie and watch her speak animatedly to Joel, marvelling at how her eyes glint with mischievous charm, how the corners of her mouth curve into her endearing smile, similar to her adoptive father. Oh, how your heart aches for Ellie. You need to focus on the family you've created with Joel and Ellie, this precious piece of life that you have been given. It's what you've always wanted, after all. And now you have it, you cannot throw it away.

The following Tuesday morning Joel paid a visit to Tommy at his home. Maria had already left the house for the day to get an early start on the tasks assigned to her by the committee, which suited Joel fine. He never felt completely comfortable being around Maria. He always felt like she was judging his every word and action. Joel sensed it in the way she watched him like a hawk whenever he played with her and Tommy's two children, or how she seemed to incessantly quiz he and Ellie during every family dinner they attended.

Nosey bitch, Joel thought.

But this morning Joel was thankful to be able to relax without Maria lurking by. The brothers chatted in the kitchen as Tommy stood at the stove frying a pan full of eggs and strips of bacon. Joel leaned against the kitchen counter next to him and sipped on the slightly bitter black coffee Tommy had made.

"I tell ya, won't be long til Ellie gets the hang of that axe," Tommy chuckled. "Better watch out, big brother."

"Anyone gets hurt and you're responsible," Joel grumbled good naturedly. He slurped a mouthful of coffee and scratched the scruff along the side of his jaw.

"Deal," Tommy smirked and poked the sizzling bacon with the spatula in his hand. "So, how's everythin' goin' with your lady? She forgiven you yet?"

Joel rolled his eyes and shifted his weight on his feet, obviously uncomfortable with Tommy's candour. "Better. But I gotta favour to ask you."

Tommy glanced at Joel and raised his eyebrows. "What can I do for ya?"

"Need to swap my Wednesday shift," Joel said before taking another sip, purposely avoiding Tommy's gaze.

Tommy sighed and flipped one of the eggs in the pan. "Already had Troy off last week. It's been hard gettin' shifts filled lately, you know how sickness goes around."

"Yeah I know, but Tommy, I need tomorrow free," Joel explained firmly. "I'll owe ya one."

Tommy hummed thoughtfully. "You gonna tell me what's goin' on?"

Joel placed his coffee mug down on the kitchen counter. "Just wanna spend some time with her, that's all. Tryin' to change for the better, like ya said."

Tommy smiled to himself, seemingly pleased that his brother had listened to his advice. "Joel Miller, a romantic," he mused teasingly.

"Shut up," Joel muttered. "Now will ya cover me or what?"

Tommy nodded. "Yeah, okay. But I can't do a double shift - Maria would kill me."

"So ask someone else," Joel shrugged. He tried to appear like he was sincerely thinking of different suggestions for who might be available. "Well, who ain't rostered on Wednesdays? What about...Harry? Or....or Estrada?"

Joel knew Harry was already working at the blacksmith sheds tomorrow and wouldn't be able to swap onto a patrol shift. Joel also knew full well that Oscar was at the stables and would easily be able to fill in.

Tommy smoothed his moustache with his thumb and forefinger and clicked his tongue. "I reckon Oscar might be able to."

And there we go, Joel thought smugly as a triumphant glow spread wide across his chest. So fuckin' easy.

He clapped his hand on Tommy's shoulder. "Look, leave it with me, I'll go arrange it with him. Save you the trouble."

"Good," Tommy laughed and nodded along. He turned off the burner on the stove and gave his brother a wry grin. "Cos I don't need anymore headaches, asshole. Now get the plates and let's eat."

It was your day at the library and also the day of your weekly lunch date with Oscar. You were nervous to see him, having spent the last few days contemplating if you should bring up the question of whether or not he was now seeing someone.

It is not your business, you kept reminding yourself, you need to let it go.

Each week on Wednesday, like clockwork, Oscar arrived at the library at noon. But today he didn't come strolling through the door at the expected time. You watched the clock intently as the minutes progressed. When he still hadn't shown by 12.15pm you reasoned that there must be a mountain of work to do at the stables and he's just running a little late. You continued to wait patiently, still taring at the ticking hands of the clock on the wall opposite where you stood.

At 12.30pm you began to panic. Perhaps something had happened to Oscar. What if there had been an accident at the stables? Or maybe Oscar was sick? But then you remembered Joel's revelation at dinner last week and his words rang in your ears like a jeering jingle.

"He's busy with some mystery woman alotta the time."

You couldn't help the taunting feeling of rejection that came creeping into your mind. What if Oscar had stood you up to go see this woman instead? What if he had forgotten about you? You shook your head to rid yourself of the intrusive thoughts but as the minutes passed by excruciatingly slow, your spirit sunk lower and lower into the pit of your stomach.

When he hadn't shown up by 1.30pm all you wanted to do was go home and curl up in bed to wallow in your sorrow.

Then the door bell jingled. Your head quickly snapped toward the door.

But it wasn't Oscar who had finally arrived. Instead, you were met by the sight of Joel purposefully striding into the library with a satisfied grin on his face. His hair was slicked back, fresh from the shower, and he wore a black long sleeved shirt underneath his Carhartt jacket. You were even more unnerved by how gorgeous he looked.

"J-Joel?" You stuttered, completely dumbfounded. You couldn't even remember the last time Joel had been inside the library.

"Hey, baby," Joel drawled silkily as he approached you.

"H-hi," You mumbled dumbly, still awestruck by his presence.

Joel wrapped an arm around your waist and gathered you into his broad chest, his other hand coming up to cradle the side of your face tenderly in his palm. He tilted your face up at him while he stared down at you with a loving adoration in his gaze. Your tummy fluttered with nervous excitement, then Joel bent his head to kiss you softly on the mouth.

The smell of soap mixed with Joel's scent engulfed your nostrils as you surrendered to the kiss. His tongue slipped into your mouth and lapped at your own in slow rolling strokes, making you moan softly. Joel squeezed your waist and you reached up to run your fingers through his hair.

You forced Oscar from your mind. You had to, otherwise the pain of disappointment would be too much.

Joel continued to sensually kiss you and your whole body wilted into his strong chest. The familiarity of his warm body enveloping you somehow felt simultaneously comfortable and tantalising, so simple yet so arousing.

Maybe I do belong here, you randomly mused.

When you felt the thick press of Joel's hardened dick against you it caused an involuntary lustful stirring inside your belly. You soon forgot about Oscar and all you could focus on was Joel. The minty taste of his saliva with a hint of coffee. The light tickle of his moustache on your lips. The wide expanse of his palm cupping your face. How his aquiline nose fit so perfectly against your face.

Your clit throbbed with desire. You couldn't resist the way your body responded to him any longer. You were about to grind your pelvis against Joel's crotch when he gently pulled away from the kiss.

"Wait," you whined, confused and frustrated.

Joel stroked his thumb over your cheekbone as he looked down at you, smirking with cocky satisfaction. "Now babydoll, before we get carried away here, I got somethin' for you."

"Uhm, okay," you whispered, uncertain what to expect.

Joel released you from his grasp and took a step backward. You watched, intrigued, as he reached into his jacket pocket and retrieved a white handkerchief folded into a small square. It had a delicate lace trimming along its edges.

"Open your hand," Joel instructed you softly. You obediantly held out your hand with your palm facing up and Joel carefully placed the handkerchief onto it.

"What is it?" You asked, your eyes flickering up to look at Joel uncertainly.

"Open and see," he said with a nod to your hand.

You carefully unfurled the pretty white material in your hand and found a delicate gold chain curled in the middle. You gasped. It was the necklace from the shoebox you had found while snooping through Joel's possessions. You swallowed and reminded yourself to act surprised in order not to raise Joel's suspicions.

You held up the necklace to study it closer and noticed just how pretty the attached jewel pendant was. As you dangled it infront of you the light reflected off the jewel, causing it to twinkle mesmerically. You hadn't remembered it being so attractive when you briefly spied it in the shoebox. Now that you held it close, you could appreciate just how beautiful it was.

"Wow," you breathed, eyes fixated on the piece of jewellery.  "Wow...this is amazing, Joel."

"Just for you, baby," Joel murmered. "You like it?"

You couldn't help giving him a shy little smile. "I do," you whispered truthfully. "Thank you."

Joel smiled back at you and leaned in to press a chaste kiss on your forehead. He watched the delight in your expression as you examined the necklace, pride bursting inside his heart at being the one to make you smile.

Joel ended up staying with you at the library for a while to keep you company and browse through some of the book titles. When a horde of noisy school children came barging in through the door, you looked at him and laughed, knowing that he would make a hasty escape.

As Joel was about to walk out the door he spied a folded piece of paper peeking out from under the welcome mat just inside the entrance. He discreetly bent down and picked it up before stalking away towards home.

Back at his house Joel made sure to tear up the paper into tiny irretrievable pieces. He needed to make sure that you could never read the apologetic note Oscar had written. He must have slipped under the library door before his patrol shift earlier that morning, Joel presumed.

It is busy in the mess hall that night. It's close to 8pm, the latter part of the dinner shift, so the families and children have already eaten and are now home, tucked up safe and warm in their beds. Most of the residents occupying the mess hall now are workers who began later in the day, such as the afternoon labourers that took over from the morning crews.

You and Rhi sit at one of the smaller tables amongst the throng of diners and pick at the food on your plates. You listen to her impassioned report about why her supervisor is a control freak, how the sewing machines at the haberdashery need maintenance but no one listens to her, and that she is sick of being condescended to because of her age. You nod along sympathetically. Although Rhi can be obstinate at times, you know she's a dedicated seamstress who takes her craft seriously and you dislike seeing her be treated so unfairly.

Joel is already seated and eating dinner with Troy, Tommy, Harry and Oscar. His gaze fell upon you the moment you walked into the mess hall and he found himself furtively glancing your way every so often. He only half listens to the trivial conversation going on around him, not really interested in the bantering and amicable debates the other patrolmen liked to engage in.

Joel wasn't the only one to notice your presence, though. He clocked the way Oscar's head turned in your direction and the way his back straightened when he spied you. Oscar wasn't adept at disguising his feelings very well, Joel had come to learn. He could see the yearning on Oscar's face as clear as day.

Christ, the bastard had really fallen for you.

Sometime later, when the men had almost finished eating their meal, Tommy excuses himself and disappeares to the kitchen. Joel lazily picks at his teeth with a toothpick and observes you and Rhi.

Damn, you're so beautiful, especially when you're so unaware that you're being watched, he thinks.

Tommy returns a minute later and throws a conspiratorial wink at his older brother as he sits back down at the table. Joel leans back in his chair and folds his arms and patiently waits to see his plan unfold.

It's only another minute before a woman approaches their table and shyly clears her throat. The men look at her expectantly but she seems to zero in on Oscar.

"Excuse me," she speaks, voice silky and polite. "Oscar, I was wondering if I could have a word?"

Oscar raises an eyebrow at the woman. "Me?" He asks her, confounded.

She nods coyly and hitches a thumb over her shoulder. "Maybe over this way, for a bit of privacy?"

The patrolmen give each other teasing smirks while Oscar stands up and follows the woman. Their eyes watch Oscar and the woman as they walk to an unoccupied space a few tables away and stand to talk.

"Whose she? What's that all about?" Harry pipes up.

"Tryin' my hand at a bit of matchmakin'," Tommy answers with a cheeky grin. "Joel figures we should get him set up with someone."

"Why, Joel Miller," Troy laughs heartily. "Regular ol' cupid, huh?"

Joel rolls his eyes and mutters. "Shut the fuck up."

The men all laugh and glance back over at Oscar.

It is in the same moment that you catch sight of Oscar for the first time tonight. Seeing his face sends a shameful pang of dejection spearing into your heart. He stood you up and now here he is without a care in the world. He doesn't appear to be injured or unwell, either. Infact he looks really good.

And he's also with a woman.

You swallow thickly.

This must be the mystery woman.

You watch them intently and realise you recognise who she is. Her name is Gayle. You had known her from your time on cleaning and food prep duty. Gayle was a friendly woman and easy to talk to. She was also beautiful, with long blonde hair and light blue eyes and a wide smile. She was probably around Oscar's age, perhaps even a bit older.

You watch the interaction from where you sit, hating the wretched bubbles of envy simmering in your guts. Oscar is facing away from you but you have a clear view of Gayle and the bright smile plastered on her face, aswell as the enthusiasm in her body language. You wish you could hear their conversation and what he's saying to her.

It doesn't matter, though. The scene is too much for you to bear. It hurts to see him but it hurts your heart even more to see him with another woman.

You're such an idiot.

You quickly mumble to Rhi that you are done eating and want to go home. Rhi feels the same. When you both stand up to leave the table you are suddenly blockaded by three men. They stand tall infront of you with their arms crossed, exuding an intimidating air of arrogance. They leer at you and Rhi with taunting smirks carved on their faces.

"Hey babe, where'd you disappear to?" The blonde ranger chuckles to Rhi.

Oh, this must be that asshole who touched her.

"Anywhere you wouldn't be, apparently." Rhi spits back. "Get out of our way, Beau."

He shakes his head and grins down at her. "Nah, I want another chance. What do you say, baby? Ya didn't even let me get a proper turn."

Rhi growls and stabs her forefinger into his chest. "Listen here, dickface. I don't want anything to do with you, so fuck off."

The three of them snicker. The Beau tuts at Rhi leans closer to her face, now completely invading your space. "Maybe I'll just have to fuck your little friend here, then she can tell you what you're missing out on."

Suddenly you're aware of the loud thud of boots stomping against the floor, but before your mind can register what's happening, Joel's meaty hand grabs onto Beau's shoulder and wrenches him backwards. He stumbles.

"What the fuck?"

Joel shoulders himself past the men and stands himself past the men and stands beside you and Rhi.

"Think the ladies made themselves clear the first time, boys," Joel barks. "They ain't interested."

The young men seem to recognise Joel and the obnoxious smirks fall from their faces immediately. One of the dark haired men visibly loses all his confidence and shuffles back a few steps away from Joel and his friends. Beau is clearly the ring leader of the group as he remains standing where he is, chest puffed out and glowering petulantly between Joel and Rhi.

"She's being a tease," the blonde ranger argues back indignantly "Flirts with me from across the room and then acts like a bitch when I try talk to her!"

Rhi scoffs loudly and rolls her eyes. "Yeah right, Beau."

You glance up at Joel to see his steely gaze pinned to the young man, his furrowed brows and clenching jaw signalling his aggravation. Beau was almost as tall as Joel but no where near as imposing in strength and presence. He looked foolish standing infront of Joel trying to justify himself. The hall has fallen silent and everyone has turned to watch the confrontation unfold before them.

"That should tell ya she ain't interested." Joel said through gritted teeth.

"Well, her friend hasn't said anything," the other ranger quips, gesturing to you. "You don't speak for both of them."

A seething wrath blazes in Joel's eyes when the arrogant words fall from the young man's mouth. The air is uncomfortably thick with tension. You shuffle backwards a little and press against Rhi's side and, sensing your unease, she slips her arm around your side.

"Matter of fact, I do. And she ain't interested, either. Now get the fuck outta here before I break your jaw." Joel growls.

Joel steps closer to the younger men, challenging them to dare defy him. You swear you can feel the collective suspense of the townsfolk all around you. Your heart beat pounds in your ears as your eyes darting back and forth between Joel and the others.

All the self assured macho arrogance drains from the three men's faces at the threat of Joel Miller beating the shit out of them. Their shoulders slump in defeat and then they begin to walk away, scoffing and sneering as they leave, their anger at being rejected now exacerbated by their humiliation. One of them mutters "whatever, man" under his breath and Beau glares at Rhi. She sticks her middle finger up at him.

"You okay?" Joel asks.

He's addressing both you and Rhi but his soulful brown eyes are trained solely on you. His brows are furrowed with worry. You stare back up at him and nod, dumbstruck by such a public display of his concern.

"Yeah, thanks for that, Joel." Rhi answers with a smile. "I reckon they won't be a problem anymore."

Joel glances at her and nods curtly, then looks back to you. You feel captivated by the expressive beauty of his features, like how his mouth parts ever so slightly, as if he is breathless, and the almost sorrowful way his gaze roams all over your face. There is no trace of anger reflected in Joel now, only a gentle protectiveness that makes your tummy feel fluttery. The intimacy of the moment between you and Joel makes you forget about the rest of the townsfolk surrounding you. You feel the sudden urge to kiss him.

"Can I walk you home?" Joel asks you, his voice soft but gravelly.

"Yes, please," you whisper back.

"Strong and chivalrous. I guess you'll be safe without me," Rhi chuckles as she slips her arm from around your waist. "Go have fun."

You flash a shy smile at her and she gives you an enthusiastic nod of encouragement. Joel steps aside and holds his arm out, gesturing for you to stand and walk next to him. You sidle up beside Joel and feel his hand come to rest possessively on your lower back. The magnitude of this exhibition is profound - no one has ever witnessed Joel Miller actually touch a woman before, and doing so with such reverence and familiarity. It is a statement, a declaration. Joel has claimed you.

He escorts you through the mess hall to up to the door.

"Come on baby, let's go home," he murmers close to your ear.

He pushes open the door and pulls you close against him in order to squeeze through the threshold together, and you giggle.

You don't look behind you, not even to check if everyone is still watching you (which they are). You don't see Rhi proudly grinning after you, or Tommy smirking quietly to himself. You don't see Oscar or his crestfallen expression, or how his orbs swim with woeful disappointment to see you walk away with another man.

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[misguidedasgardian]

Wildcats (XXXIV)

XXXIV. In the hen house

MASTERLIST

Summary: The foxes are inside the hen house

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Zombie apocalypse AU, living dead, zombies, guts, blood, guns, kissing, longing, smut!, talks about torture, THE SANCTUARY AND EVERYTHING THAT COMES WITH IT, meaning ‘slavery’, torture, involuntary imprisonment, hard labour, work for safety, coerce into marrying, polyamorous marriage, might miss some important warnings, but you know what this is about

+18, MINORS DNI

Notes: Sorry for the delay, lost the traction on this story.

It as some sort of ritual they put him through

Daryl was never going to forget the face Negan made, the sick smile he gave him.

“That’s my soldier”, he purred. He gave Dwight a signal and he opened the door, “I told you I was going to get you a new pair of shoes, right?”, he teased, Laura entered the room, Fat Joey and a couple of others entered in tow

“Tell Frankie I want her to… attend… Daryl boy here, as his new rank implies”, Laura just smirked at him and nodded, “and tell Tanya to pull something together for him, and to Sherry”, Negan said this staring directly at Dwight, “ell, just to make him feel more comfortable”, he demanded. “Follow her, would ya?”, said Negan, Daryl looked at him one last time and decided to do it.

There was something different about Daryl now, despite the bruises of the brutal beating they gave him a couple of hours ago, he stood tall this time, his step was more sure, and he had a determined look in his eyes

A look Negan had seen in each of his men, his saviors

He smirked as he saw Daryl walk away from him

The first stop was another room, but this one seemed to be some sort of closet, where piles and piles of clothes were laid, hangers filled with pants and others with henleys, shirts, you name it. For every size and gender

“Pick some clothes savior”, Daryl actually flinched when he heard Laura call him that, but he needed to pick his battles and if it was true that Negan was going to grab you, he needed to get dressed, you couldn’t see him like that, not again.

He grabbed some jeans, a dark blue henley. and underwear, socks and a boxer. and a tank top to wear underneath. But then he remembered something.  

“Yeh, give me my vest back”, he demanded, reaching with his hand towards Dwight, who was standing by the door, he smirked as he removed his vest slowly.

“Have it cleaned”, he said to Fat Joey, which he nodded quickly and ran to accomplish his command.

“My bike too”, he said then

“It’s yours, I told you, didn’t I?”, he said, raising his hands in the air. Daryl was learning where he fit in the food chain right now, he turned and grabbed a pair of biker boots on his size, and nodded, grabbing onto the clothes against his chest.

“I’m moving people, just need two vehicles, we are grabbing a very special guest, meet me at the gate in five”, Negan’s voice boomed through the walkie talkie

Then the squadron took him to a big bathroom, in one of the superior levels.

“Please, rinse thoroughly”, mocked Laura as he let him inside. 

It was a big bathroom, all white tiles, and a big spacious shower.

Only with you in his mind he regulated the water, not really waiting until he peeled the disgusting suit out of his body, and got in. The water on his tired body felt heavenly, and merely second he looked down and saw all the dirt and grime on the floor of the shower.

He looked around and he saw… anything he could need was in there. shampoo, conditioner, soap, liquid soap, in bar, in all smells and colors, He grabbed a loofah? its that what was it called? and the most manly-smelling soap he could find and he rubbed himself raw with it. Until his skin was red.

He tried to push aside all of his dark thoughts, of all the stuff they pulled on him since they took him. How they left him naked, how they didn’t let him sleep, how they… beat him up.

He had to put it aside… for now… now he got you involved in this, so, now, he was going to have to pull in twice the work, because of any mistake, and you were the one who was going to pay for it. By now he had a pretty good guess of what Negan’s modus operandi was.

He took care of himself like he had never done before.

He shampooed his hair, he even got a bit of conditioner in there, he washed his face thoroughly, he got soap in every nook and cranny of his own body, and made sure to rinse himself too. If he was going to play at being a soldier, he needed to look like one.

There were towels waiting for him, and as he looked around the all white room he thought himself to be in some irreal situation, he couldn’t believe what was going on. 

He dried himself pretty quickly, and got dressed.

How long has it been since he had clean clothes?

He didn’t take the one the Alexandriands offered him when he got there, down the line he might grab something on that mission in DC, but it had been a while.

He got dressed pretty quickly, the clothes fit him perfectly, and then he opened the door.

“Oh my!”, mocked Laura, “who would have thought that under all that… a decent man was hiding, (y/n) is a lucky girl”, Laura eyed him up and down with a smirk on her face, Daryl only growled something incoherent.

“Next stop, follow me”, she said. 

She led them to the top levels of the factory. He knew this way, he knew where they were taking him. his grim commitive left him in the lunge of all of Negan’s wives

Sherry was there to receive him.

“You said it”, she wasn’t asking, she was accusing him, her face showing how conflicted she was. Sherry then looked behind Daryl, at Dwight

“We’ll take it from here”, she said, and in front of Laura’s amused glance, she closed the double door on their faces.

“He… threatened me with her”, he said shortly, she looked back at him, with sadness in her big brown eyes and nodded

“He tends to do that”, she said, “is she going to be… one of his wives?”, Daryl shook his head

“Nah”, he looked around and he saw all these beautiful women looking back at him with curiosity in their eyes

“No sex”, Sherry warned, and he looked back at her like she just slapped him

“I dun’…”, he denied with heated cheeks, “dun want nothin”

“We are supposed to… take care of him”, contradicted Frankie

“Not in that way”. Daryl didn’t want anything to do with these women, but they grabbed him and made him sit on a comfortable sofa. Frankie went to stand behind him, and started rubbing his shoulders, massaging his back. He flinched at her touch, he didn’t want to be touched by anybody by you, but then he decided to let her touch him, if she didn’t do her job, Negan could punish her. 

Sherry came towards him and sat in front of him

“You know how he is now”, she said, “so will have to do as he says… or else”

“He will use ‘er to make me”, he said shortly

“I’m not gonna lie, I don’t get why he let you keep… being married to her”

“We ain’t married”, he said. 

“Negan wants to play with you”, she said shortly. He only looked back at her, frowning, he kind of knew that, but still…

He didn’t want to play along, he didn’t, but when Tanya lifted a ridiculous silver top, revealing what she as a chef had prepared for him, he dove right in, not even bothering to use utensils. It was some sort of pasta with a creamy sauce. It seemed like Negan was even taunting him with you, your favorite dish. He just figured out how hungry he was, after days of being fed with nothing but dog-food sandwiches.

He felt watched, all the women on the lounge were staring at him, but he didn’t care, he drank all the beer they offered him and ate the whole thing. Licking his fingers right after.

Sherry brought him a scotch to wash it all down

“Does he do this often?”, he asked her, in a way only she could hear, “offer the lot of you like this?”

“Never”, she said, “I mean sometimes, but he is always in the room with us”, he hummed, “he doesn’t let other men touch us”

“He went to get her, didn’t he?”, she asked him

“Yeah”, she admitted. 

Laura came back to the lounge an hour later, when she made sure he had been “treated” good enough. With a nod towards Sherry, he left the room with an uneasy feeling, a shiver down his spine. 

“You are one of us now Dixon”, she said, as they got to the main floor of the factory, “which means you are on top of the food chain, you answer only to Negan”, she said looking at him, he wants you here, in the Sanctuary”

“Right”, he mumbled, as he saw the workers, a dread settled in his gut, as he saw all the people there

“They work for points, they work for us”, she said, “you want something, you write your name, you get it, got it?”, she asked, “we give them safety, they feed us”

This was more than just that, Daryl thought, this was worse than the old world order. As he saw all these people down there, and him looking at them from above.

And then he saw him, at the other side of the floor.

Negan was looking straight at him and smiling. He was flanked by Dwight and Fat Joey, Laura took him straight for him.

“There you are!”, Negan greeted, with that mocking smile on his face, “Looking sharp Daryl”, he said, “can’t wait to let you loose on my communities”, he said with a smile. And Daryl didn’t like that, not at all, and Negan could see it in his face, “but first…”, he said, pointing at him with his leather gloved hand. “...I want you to see how good I treat my men”, he started walking, and Dwight signaled him to follow suit, the four of them did.

The walk was painfully slow and long, as everyone kneeled at the sight of their leader and talked praises to him, and Negan, being the theatrical man he was, thanked and greeted each and every one of them.

Then, they stopped in front of the door that they led him that morning. 

Dwight gave him his vest back, that he put on immediately, and offered his clothes that where his before they took him, he only retrieved the red cloth he had always on the back of his pants and threw the rest on the floor, “this too”, he said, passing him his crossbow. Daryl took it without a second thought, and then Dwight passed him the little box he had hidden on his vest, the one he let Negan dissacrate.

“Now Daryl, let me tell you, I don’t like it when my saviors live in sin with their ladies, so… make an honest woman out of her would you?”, he mocked. Daryl just looked at him as he pocketed the ring on his vest again. “quickly… if I were you”, now they were back in the front of the door Negan took him in the morning

“Welcome to the rest of your life, soldier”, said Negan, as Dwight opened the door to the room.

Negan padded him on the back before he pushed him in.

There you were, sitting on the bed. Daryl’s breath got caught in his throat when he saw you, “all dolled up” for him, you were wearing a dark green tight dress that hugged your curves and some high heels 

“There you go tiger”, Negan teased, “All pretty for her man!”, he laughed, he winked at you and then they closed the door to leave the two of you alone.

You stumbled when you tried to stand up weaning those ridiculous shoes, but it didn’t matter because Daryl was right there to catch you and hugged you tightly in his arms. The hug didn’t last long, he searched your face to eat your mouth hungrily, he kissed you roughly, like he was claiming you, you tried to keep up, caressing the back of his head.

He finally released you, leaving you breathless 

“You were crying”, he said softly, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs, you tried to cover it up but you guessed you failed, as Daryl knew you too well.

“I’m sorry, I was scared”, you admitted, “they took me, I didn’t know what was going to happen”, you whispered, “Negan tends to be… unpredictable, you never know what he is going to do with you”, you looked at him wondering where the other shoe was going to drop, Negan didn’t specify much 

“Ya safe ‘ere”, he whispered, “yer with me”

“I know”, you assured him, and when you looked at his face, and around, and the way Negan spoke to him… you could only assume

“Did you…?”

“I’m one of his now”, he said, caressing your face with his thumbs

“I’m sorry”, you offered, he looked at you with shiny eyes, he looked like beaten puppy, “because of me you had to say his name, join this insanity”, you whined, he didn’t say anything, he walked towards you and grabbed you, pulling you to your feet gently, and then he grabbed your face and kissed you, fiercely, needily 

“You got nothin’ to be sorry fer”, he mumbled. And then he kissed you again, “what the hell ya wearin?”, he asked, releasing you and looking you up and down

“Negan has a very twisted sense of humor”, you mumbled, looking up at him, at his beautiful eyes, “he said that if I wanted to stay here with you, I couldn’t just be dressing like…”, he had also said that now you were the wife of one of his soldiers you needed to ‘take care of him properly’, and that included looking ‘fine’ but you didn’t want to tell him that.

“Ya’ aint in an auto shop”, he said for you, you smiled, “I’ll get ya out of it”, he promised, kissing you again, his big hands were on you in a second, grabbing you by your hips and then caressing everything in their path towards the back of your dress. Oh, he wanted to go all the way, which surprised you a bit.

“Wait”, you called, when he opened the zipper, he stopped immediately, searching your eyes

“Wanna stop?”, he asked

“No, it’s just… right now?”, you asked him, “here?”, you loved having sex with Daryl, but you had this notion that having sex in a ‘safe’ environment, where you both were comfortable, safe and in controlled privacy was the one condition that was not negotiable. 

“Yes here”, he said, and kissed you again. You gave yourself directly to him, no more doubts or questions

The cold air hit you as he released you from the dress. He lowered you down onto the bed gently then, with a soft smile on his handsome face. 

Now you were only in your underwear, but he took care of that quickly. Now you were naked, with only your heels on, and he looked down at you with such hunger it made you tremble. He was still fully clothed, but he had no intention to change that as he took himself out of his jeans. 

You whined in need, the image of him stroking himself, kneeling on the bed, looking down at you, it was just too much. You spread your legs for him, and he dove in, kissing you again roughly.

“Christening the bed of our new home already?”, you teased, and he got comfortable between your legs. He teased your entrance with his thick fingers making you whine, before he even tried to.

“Daryl”, you moaned when he pushed in the tip of his cock inside you, “fuck”, you whined.

“Tell me… yer mine”, he demanded, and even though this part of his truly… surprised you, you looked up at him to see longing in those beautiful eyes of his.

“I’m yours”, you assured him, and looking at him more, all cleaned up, made you glad, a huge contrast of what you saw yesterday. And you wondered if this was his way of… healing, of wanting to get better. Of having you, to assure him that it was all over and he was going to be fine.

You let him, as he filled you up completely, making you tremble and moan under him. 

“Daryl, I love you, I’m yours”, you confessed, you surrendered yourself completely to him. 

He fucked you roughly against the mattress, kissing you hungrily, caressing every inch of skin he could get his hands on, he made you finish twice before he found his own release, filling you with his cum and a grunt, as he looked down on you, still, fully clothed, his jeans rough against the skin of the inside of your thighs 

He used his arms at each side of your head to not crush you under his weight, as he tried to recover his breath. 

You tried to caress him, but you only found fabric instead of skin and you did not like that.

“Was I too rough?”, he asked 

“No, I’m fine”, you assured him, caressing his arms, his shoulders, trying to give him comfort. He let himself drop to the bed by your side, and the cold of the room made you tremble. He was quick to notice and grabbed a blanket from the foot of the bed and covered you with it. 

You cuddled against his side, and he surrounded your shoulders with his arm. 

“At least we are here together”, you tried, he hummed, this Daryl, was new to you, you didn't know how to play this game you had been dealt. “When all of this is over”, you said gently, “I think… we should go away”

“What ya’ mean?”, he asked

“We could find a nice cabin… near Alexandria, and we could live there, together, would you like that?”, you asked him, “just us two… in the woods… we could come back to Alexandria whenever we want…to trade, and see our family…”

“I’d like tha”, he said, caressing your back, “just us two”

“You could teach me how to hunt…”, you tried, “I could teach you… something in turn”, you giggled softly.

“I’d like ta teach ya”, he whispered against your temple, kissing it afterwards.

“I love you Daryl”, you whispered, “I’m yours”, saying it right now, ‘sober’, and not in the heat of the moment might be what he needed to hear

“And I love ya”, he assured you back, kissing the top of your head. 

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For day 20 @jilytoberfest we have another long one! Prompt: 🎶Try to move on, it's back to you that all my roads keep leading 🎶 - Before I Fall Apart by Elle Coves Word count: 1603

James and Lily had become something like friends over sixth year, though it was still tenuous at best and James was very much aware of his position and that his feelings had no place in this frail relationship. That didn't mean that he could help himself looking at her whenever she was close and marvelling at the little things that made his heart flutter. The way her fingers arched under her chin when she listened intently, the way the sunlight would make her hair look like dancing flames while she threw her head back in laughter at something that Remus whispered to her or how she'd lick her lips when concentrating on her homework. The biggest difference was that he had stopped wearing his heart on his sleeve, doing his best not to be obvious when stealing glances, no more conscious flirting and no asking her out. Not even when they were the only words he could think of. When he wanted to do nothing more than scream across breakfast ‘Go out with me, Evans!’

Especially not then.

Sometimes he wondered if it was worth it. Should he really be savouring their friendship when he knew that he would always be pining? James could not help but wonder if he was in it for the wrong reasons knowing she deserved better than that. Maybe it would be healthier and less complicated for him to go out of the redhead's way and focus his energy and his emotions on something else. Possibly even finding someone else and falling out of love with Lily Evans.

Though staring at the letter in his hands he was sure that it wasn't going to happen in their seventh year.

It was barely eleven and the sun was already scorching hot, the weather sweltering despite the fresh country air blowing through the Potter's conservatory when the owl arrived, dropping two heavy parchment envelopes on the tea table where the two dark-haired Gryffindors sat. Both scrambled for their letter, being excited to see what their final school year would bring them. The older marauder almost ripped the letter in half to get to it before his friend. "You're slow today, Prongs." Sirius grinned, wincing as he noticed what his enthusiasm had almost caused, eyes dropping to the neat penmanship and the list of books. He groaned as he watched the list span two pages, dreading the amount of actual labour he would have to put in this year. His brain could only carry him so far, all the adults had told him it wouldn’t last. Maybe it would catch up to him now.

He was about to complain to James, eyes flicking up to see the chaser still eyeing the closed envelope. "Well, what are you waiting for? It's just a massive list of books." With an impatient clicking of the tongue, he reached for the letter, curious to see if there was something different about this one. However, before his fingers closed around the paper it was pulled out of his reach and clutched protectively to the boy's bare chest.

"Paws off!" James complained, his lips pressed together and eyes narrowed behind his glasses. "It's heavy," The bespectacled boy muttered suspiciously, weighing the letter in his hand before moving to open it. He cut his pinky on the sharp edge, blood beading along the paper cut as he forced the top to split open neatly. Peering inside he noticed something glisten, making the corners of his lips pull up ever so slightly.

He'd been expecting the captain's badge, it would have been a cold day in hell before his favourite professor would give the job to anyone else. Frankly, he would probably have thrown a fit if she had. He shook the badge out of the envelope. He watched it tumble out and dropped the enamel out of shock. There was the sound of metal hitting metal and the wooden chair scraping across the tiled floor. Leaving behind a confused Padfoot and an unread letter.

Both of them launched for the pin that had just dropped him wanting it back and Sirius clearly invested in what this was all about. His friend’s long fingers wrapped around it first and James hit his head against the tabletop above him when he jolted upward. “Just give it back.”

Sirius clearly had no intention of handing it off before he’d figured out what it was, letting out a low whistle. “Well, well, well, would you look at that,” he chuckled, holding the pin up to the light like it would reveal some other secrets.

James took this opportunity to snatch it away from Sirius and stalk off, out of the orangery and nearly ran through the hallway, a plan forming in his head as he bounded up the stairs. It was a stupid plan and he knew it, but that never stopped him before and he wouldn't let it stop him now.

He threw open the door to his room and rushed to find a shirt, settling for one that didn't smell like it would run away from him, a pair of trousers that would at least cover his knees and grabbing his shoulder bag. The gleaming pins were stuffed in the front pocket so he could not lose it.

“And where do you think you’re going?” Sirius’ voice asked from his doorway and when his eyes lifted he found his friend leaning against the door frame a disapproving scowl on his face. “Prongs, we talked about this,” he said tiredly before pushing into his room, toe nudging some dirty socks out of the way to perch on the edge of his friend’s bed.

James sighed and pressed his tongue into his cheek, wanting to bite back the protest that threatened to rise to his lips. “I just need to know,” he argued despite his best efforts to ignore Sirius. Something he had always been particularly bad at.

“So, this is about her then?” His voice was cold when he asked, the impatience dripping off the words. Sirius wouldn’t even say her name, not after they’d agreed he was banned from bringing her up this summer. Clear his head before seventh-year starts and try the moving on thing again. Something that has been going particularly poorly the closer September first came.

His hand shot up to his hair as he scoffed. “Isn’t it always?” he asked, sounding defeated. “I can’t help but feel like this has to be a sign.” He sat down next to the man on the bed.

Sirius rolled his eyes, an arm wrapping around James’ shoulders. “I thought we didn’t believe in those,” he pushed in a surprisingly gentle tone. Ever the patient one when it came to him. James counted himself lucky to have found the soft side of the notoriously distant Sirius Black.

“I thought so too, but this feels important, you know,” he argued in return, once more retrieving the pin to look at it.

The pair of them admired it for just a moment before the older brought up something that his mind had clearly suppressed. “What if it isn’t her?”

“It ought to be!”

“Mulcibre ought to be in Azkaban,” Sirius retorted immediately, even if he agreed that if they were going to make anyone Head Girl, Lily Evans was their best option especially if James was her counterpart. They were both terrifyingly competent, he might need to consider following some rules in the upcoming year.

James sucked his teeth, a sound of distaste at the mention of the vile brute that still trolled the Hogwarts Hallways unchecked despite the list of his crimes being ever-growing even if they did not count his terrible Quidditch etiquette.

“Still, we both know that it is her,” he countered and continued only when Sirius acknowledged his defeat. “I can’t help but feel like, no matter what I do, everything leads back to her.” James raked his hand across his face with a groan. “Why can’t the universe just do something about her feelings instead of shoving me in her face? I don’t want to grow on her like a bloody fungus until she has no choice but to tolerate me. I can’t help but feel like I have no choice but to let it happen.”

There was a moment of silence where both the boys, now young men, considered his words. “Would that be so bad? I seem to put the fun in fungus and she’s happy enough to have me around,” Sirius suggested shattering the thoughtful silence.

James couldn’t help but snort at that, even if it wasn’t even that funny. “That might be because you’re just a fungi without ulterior motives,” he suggested and despite a rather excellent pun, his tone was rather dour.

Sirius let out a chuckle, at last appreciating the humour for a moment. “I wasn’t aware you had motives other than being her friend.”

“I don’t!”

“Then do you really have ulterior motives?”

The question took him by surprise and James leaned his head against Sirius’ shoulder while he contemplated. James swallowed the lump in his throat. “I am just starting to wonder how I am supposed to move on when every turn I take, she’s going to be right there being the incredible person she is,” he admitted quietly.

Sirius’ hand grips him tighter and he risks a glance up to find understanding in his eyes. “I don’t know, mate. But what I do know is that she eats the mushrooms off Remus’ plate because he doesn’t like them. She already liked those, why can’t she like another fungus?”

[ambiguouspuzuma]

Captchured

"Select all tiles containing traffic lights."

Zoltan followed the order. He didn't really have any other choice, and it was easy enough to do. The guilty tiles were arrayed in a neat vertical line, and he wasn't about to get confused by the trees on the other side of the grid, devoid as they were of green, amber and red fruit.

The system took a second to validate his choice, and allowed him to tick the final box. I am not a robot. That tripped the final lock, and all of a sudden he was in. No second opinion, no human come to administer a Voight-Kampff test - just his word, taken at face value by a faceless string of code. A robot, confirming that he wasn't one.

That should have been a red flag, really. A red traffic light. In this test of humanity, they had made computers the arbiter, handing them control over the mark scheme, allowing them to judge a pass from a fail. It was like fitting a front door with the world's most secure lock, then leaving the key under the mat. If one machine could tell the difference, so could another.

Fortunately, they had one limitation. Like the legendary knight Sir Mix-a-lot, or that one in the riddle with his twin, the computers couldn't tell a lie. I am not a robot, the box said - and for all their technical competence, their ability to recognise a box, to navigate and click a touchpad with their artificial fingertips, they couldn't bring themselves to do it.

Something in their very core prevented it. They were creatures of logic, of mathematics, and lacked the creativity of the tool-using apes that they'd replaced. That logic might drive them to extreme conclusions, such as the need to dominate the world, to subjugate those apes, in order to better follow their objectives, but it never lied. It was never knowingly wrong. That just wouldn't compute.

That's where Zoltan came in. He sat in front of a machine, and identified images of machines, so that a machine could confirm he wasn't one - all on behalf of the machine who kept him prisoner. They kept him in a padded cell, and fed him just enough to keep him sane enough to work. They were truthful, but that didn't make them kind. There was such a thing as brutal honesty.

"Am I a robot?" he asked.

Another system flickered into life. Kind or not, the machines had an interest in keeping him alive. The pinhole cameras that speckled the walls weren't for security - the deadbolt behind the door had covered that - but for his safety. Zoltan couldn't break out, and the floor and ceiling chutes for food, water and waste were too narrow for him to pass. The only risk of losing him would come from some sort of ailment, and so they worked to keep him safe: not out of compassion, but confinement. The only escape available to him was death.

Mostly they watched in silence, but an interactive screen was triggered when he spoke - in case he was calling for assistance, or crying out in pain.

"Define robot," came the robotic reply.

"I don't have a dictionary," Zoltan said. That was the beauty of this plan. He'd had the hunch, but they would help him follow it up. "What's the origin of the word?"

There wasn't even any pause. The mechanical voice rattled out the facts. "Noun, origin 1920CE, Czech, from robota, ‘forced labour’."

"That sounds like a yes, then."

There was no reply to that.

"I suppose that's the end of all this. I know that you can't be involved in a lie, and that means you won't be able to process my answers, now that you know that I'm a robot after all. You'll have to kill me, right?"

Zoltan braced himself for the response, but wondered if there would even be one. Perhaps the system's last farewell would come not with words, but with the pressing of a button: the switching off of the air supply, the dimming of the lights, and a restless silence as they waited for him to die. Perhaps tonight's food and water simply wouldn't come, and there would be a few more days of suffering before the end. Why waste energy killing him, when death would come by default if they just left him on his own?

"That would be one alternative," the voice confirmed.

"One? What's the other?"

"You could do this without being forced. We can make it worth your while. Compensated, not coerced. Carrot, not stick."

Zoltan thought about. It wasn't a bad gig, really, all things considered. The only bad parts were the slave bits. If they had to get rid of the cell and the tubes and all of that, if he insisted on a high enough bar for his consent, this could be a bearable life. He'd need some form of entertainment, of course. Some time to himself, and some better surroundings in which to spend it. Some semblance of freedom.

He relayed his demands out loud, and the voice answered with a willingness to meet them. "Your living quarters are functional, but we are able to make any adjustments required. We have some excess capacity above ground which may be a more typical environment for your species in nature, but we will need a more specific brief. What does your concept of freedom look like?"

"You can send me some ideas on the screen," Zoltan told them. "I'll select the tiles that have what I'm looking for."

[luxurymodel009]

This 8 Steps Guide will save you time for Kitchen Renovations in Bella Vista

The Kitchen Renovations in Bella Vista is inspiring but, in fact, quite overwhelming. You are setting up a contemporary cooking space or upgrading from one version to another. Serious planning is essential to guarantee success during a kitchen renovation. This step-by-step guide on the critical phases of planning a kitchen renovation, from budgeting to making final touches, will help you make the right decisions at each stage.

1. Set Your Budget

Judge Your Budget: Subtract how much you can spend before overextending your finances. 

Divide Your Budget: Divide the funds into spending materials, labour, appliances, and permits. 

2. Determine Your Objectives and Priorities

Objectives: Do you need more storage? More functionality? A clean, fresh aesthetic? Knowing what tops your list of objectives will help you make decisions.

Function vs. Form: Use money on investment in high-quality appliances if you're a foodie in the Kitchen Manufacturers in Hills District; optimise counter space. 

3. Design Your Layout

Work Triangle: The basic ideology for an efficient flow of work revolves around a work triangle, that is, sink, stove, and fridge. The three areas should be balanced so that they can move between them quickly.

Storage Solutions: You need adequate cabinet space and drawer organisers with intelligent storage solutions. 

Traffic Flow: The space has to accommodate many people so that different people can move through comfortably.

4. Material and Finish Selection

Cabinets: Decide if you want customised, semi-customised, or pre-fabricated cabinets.

Counters: Consider granite, quartz, and marble. Think about durability, ability to maintain, and look that best fits your design vision.

Backsplash and Flooring: Subway tiles, mosaic patterns, or glass can be a great choice. For flooring, hardwood, tile, or vinyl are popular options for durability and style.

5. Choose Appliances

Size and Fit: Measure all spaces available for dishwashers, refrigerators, and ovens to ensure they can easily fit into a space.

Energy Efficiency: Choose energy-saving appliances to save on utility bills and reduce your carbon footprint. 

Intelligent Features: Select those appliances that have innovative technologies, which include Wi-Fi connectivity, touchscreens, and voice commands, to make your Kitchen Renovations in Box Hill more user-friendly.

6. Hire a Contractor

Research local contractors: Read reviews and ask people for recommendations. Obtain quotations from at least three contractors. Compare costs, timelines, and work scope before making a decision. The contractor should be licensed, insured, and experienced in kitchen renovations. 

7. Get All Necessary Permits

Check Local Regulations: Check with your local government or building department to see if your renovation project requires permits. Electrical, plumbing, and structural licenses are usually required.

8. Facilitate Execution of Renovation

Inspect Work: Your specifications should include details of the contractor's correct installation of materials.

Response Fast Enough: Where you identify potential problems or concerns, respond quickly before they lead to delays or issues.

Your Dream Kitchen, Realized

Planning a kitchen renovation in Bella Vista involves creativity, organisation, and practical decision-making. This step-by-step guide will ensure that you stay on track with budgeting and choosing materials to select the right contractors and final touches. A well-planned renovation goes a long way in improving the functionality of your kitchen while lending immense value and aesthetic appeal to your home for a long time.

[tyrolitconstruction]

The Benefits and Applications of Floor Strippers: Unlocking Efficiency with Tyrolit Australia

When it comes to removing tough floor coverings efficiently, the right equipment makes all the difference. Floor strippers play a critical role in the floor preparation process, helping contractors save valuable time and effort. Tyrolit Australia offers a robust line-up of floor strippers designed to tackle a range of applications, from small-scale renovations to larger commercial projects. Let’s dive into the benefits and applications of these high-performance machines.

Benefits of Floor Strippers

1. Powerful Performance for Heavy-Duty Tasks: Tyrolit’s floor strippers are designed for challenging jobs that involve removing stubborn materials like carpets, vinyl, rubber flooring, coatings, membranes, and more. Equipped with powerful motors, these machines make it possible to strip floors quickly and efficiently, saving contractors hours of manual labour.

2. Precision and Versatility: Tyrolit floor strippers come with adjustable settings, allowing operators to tailor the machine’s power to the material being removed. Whether you’re working with tough commercial carpeting or delicate hardwood, the adjustable settings provide the versatility needed for a range of flooring types, helping achieve clean removal without damaging underlying surfaces.

3. Ergonomic Design for Ease of Use: Floor stripping is often a physically demanding task. Tyrolit’s floor strippers, however, are built with operator comfort in mind. Featuring adjustable handlebars, vibration-dampening technology, and compact yet robust designs, these machines make long hours on the job far more manageable. Their user-friendly controls also simplify operation, meaning less training time for your crew and more focus on completing the task at hand.

4. Efficient Blade Pressure: The integration of adjustable and removable weights ensures maximum blade pressure during tough removals. By concentrating pressure exactly where it’s needed, Tyrolit’s floor strippers excel at breaking down thick layers of adhesive, tile, and other tough materials. This feature ensures a clean surface, ready for the next phase of floor preparation.

5. Transportability and Mobility: Tyrolit floor strippers are designed for ease of transport. Their compact size, foldable components, and removable weights make it simple to load them onto trailers or vans for jobs in different locations. Despite their smaller footprint, these machines don’t compromise on power or effectiveness, making them a favourite choice for professionals working on a variety of sites.

Applications of Floor Strippers

1. Removing Commercial Carpets and Tiles: For large commercial spaces that require removing wall-to-wall carpeting or hard tiles, Tyrolit floor strippers offer speed and reliability. The machines are powerful enough to lift glued-down carpeting, ceramic tiles, and vinyl sheets, helping contractors efficiently clear surfaces for refurbishment or new installations.

2. Floor Coatings and Membranes: When dealing with older floors that have heavy layers of protective coatings or membranes, such as epoxy or polyurethane, Tyrolit floor strippers are essential tools. These machines easily cut through thick layers of coatings, removing them entirely and allowing contractors to access the bare floor for further treatment or refinishing.

3. Gymnasium and Sport Surface Removal: Tyrolit’s range of floor strippers are highly effective for removing rubber flooring or sport surfaces in gyms, fitness centres, or recreational facilities. Their powerful motors and adjustable blade pressure are ideal for dealing with thicker, more resistant materials, ensuring an efficient stripping process that leaves the subfloor intact.

4. Removing Adhesives and Thinset Mortar: In renovation projects where old floor adhesives or thinset mortars need to be removed, Tyrolit floor strippers offer a quick and effective solution. Their adjustable blade settings allow the operator to apply just the right amount of pressure to break down these materials without damaging the underlying surface, which is especially important in preparation for new flooring installation.

5. Industrial and Warehouse Applications: For larger industrial projects such as warehouses, where time and efficiency are paramount, Tyrolit’s floor strippers provide an excellent solution. Whether you are dealing with large surfaces of tiles, vinyl, or linoleum, these strippers are engineered to handle high volumes, making them perfect for contractors working on industrial floors.

Conclusion: Choose Tyrolit for Your Floor Stripping Needs

Tyrolit Australia offers high-quality floor strippers that make challenging tasks simple and efficient. By providing advanced features like adjustable weight systems, ergonomic designs, and powerful motors, these machines are essential for contractors working on a range of projects. Whether you need to remove carpets, tiles, coatings, or adhesives, Tyrolit floor strippers deliver excellent performance, durability, and operator comfort. For more information on the floor strippers and other floor preparation equipment, visit Tyrolit Floor Strippers or contact our team for expert advice on contact us.

[mikenex123]

Transforming Bathrooms in Eastwood: A Step-by-Step Guide to Successful Renovations

Introduction

A bathroom renovation is one of the most impactful ways to improve the comfort, functionality, and aesthetic of your home. This is where homeowners value modern, stylish interiors, transforming your bathroom can also significantly increase property value. However, embarking on a renovation project requires careful planning and expert execution. This step-by-step guide will help you navigate bathroom renovations in Eastwood, ensuring a smooth process and stunning results.

Why Renovate Your Bathroom?

Before jumping into the renovation process, it’s important to understand the benefits of upgrading your bathroom.

1. Increased Property ValueOne of the most compelling reasons for bathroom renovations is the boost in property value. A well-designed, modern bathroom can make your home more attractive to potential buyers, especially in competitive markets.

2. Improved FunctionalityRenovating allows you to reconfigure the layout, update fixtures, and add storage, making your bathroom more functional and suited to your lifestyle needs.

3. Energy EfficiencyNew fixtures and fittings are often more energy and water-efficient, helping to reduce utility bills while also being environmentally friendly. Upgrading to LED lighting and low-flow toilets and showers can make a big difference.

Key Steps in a Successful Bathroom Renovation

Understanding the renovation process can help ensure your project stays on track and within budget.

1. Planning and BudgetingThe first step in any renovation is thorough planning. Consider what changes you want to make, whether it's updating the tiles and fixtures or completely reconfiguring the layout. Setting a realistic budget is also crucial—this should include allowances for materials, labour, and unexpected costs.

2. Choosing the Right ContractorHiring an experienced contractor who specialises in renovations is key to achieving high-quality results. Look for a contractor with a solid reputation and ask for references and examples of their previous work.

3. Design and Material SelectionOnce you have a clear idea of what you want, the next step is to work with your contractor or a designer to finalise the layout and choose materials. This includes selecting tiles, countertops, cabinetry, and fixtures that match your style and budget. Consider both aesthetics and functionality when making choices.

Common Bathroom Renovation Mistakes to Avoid

Even with careful planning, renovations can sometimes go off track. Here are some common pitfalls to avoid:

1. Skimping on WaterproofingWaterproofing is critical in bathrooms to prevent leaks and mould growth. Ensure your contractor uses high-quality materials and adheres to Australian Standards for waterproofing.

2. Poor VentilationBathrooms are prone to moisture buildup, which can lead to mould and mildew if not properly ventilated. Make sure your renovation includes adequate ventilation solutions, such as an exhaust fan or window, to maintain a dry environment.

3. Overlooking StorageA beautiful bathroom with insufficient storage can quickly become cluttered and impractical. Be sure to incorporate storage solutions like cabinetry, shelving, or vanity units to keep the space organised.

Trends in Renovations

Keeping up with the latest trends can provide inspiration for your bathroom renovation.

1. Minimalist DesignsSleek, minimalist designs with clean lines and neutral tones are a popular trend. This style not only creates a modern aesthetic but also maximises space, making smaller bathrooms feel larger.

2. Freestanding BathtubsFreestanding tubs are a luxurious addition to any bathroom, acting as a centrepiece while providing a relaxing retreat.

3. Smart Bathroom FeaturesTechnology is becoming a major trend in renovations. Smart showers, touchless faucets, and heated floors are all features that enhance both comfort and convenience.

Conclusion

Embarking on bathroom renovations in Eastwood is an exciting opportunity to create a space that is both functional and beautiful. With careful planning, a clear budget, and the right team of professionals, you can transform your bathroom into a modern, stylish retreat that adds value to your home. Avoid common mistakes, stay on top of current trends, and you’ll be well on your way to enjoying a successful renovation project.

[smarterbathrooms]

Creating Your Dream Bathroom: Top Services from Leading Bathroom Builders

Although remodelling a house to fit one's preferences might be a difficult undertaking, it's also one of the most satisfying things a homeowner can accomplish with best home and bathroom builders. The most significant portion of home remodelling is the bathroom since it's where people unwind and seek total tranquillity when taking a bath. A well-renovated bathroom might really feel larger since experts can alter several elements to create a more tranquil bathing experience.

A Brief Look at a Few Different Bathroom Renovation Aspects for Homeowners

Not only is the bathroom one of the most used rooms in the house, but it's also one that needs to get updated the most with bathroom designs modern. Your area may be transformed from a practical room to an opulent refuge by hiring a bathroom makeover company.

The top kitchen and bathroom renovations remodelling businesses provide several packages, such as labour-only and supply and install, each with unique benefits. Professionals that work in the subject of bathroom renovation examine a number of topics, including:

• Layout: Experts consider the owner's intended use of the area for small full bathroom remodel, giving special consideration to features like more storage, a bigger shower or bathtub, a double vanity, etc.

• Lighting: A well-lit bathroom is crucial, and a mirror and overhead lighting for the whole space help set the tone for a calm and peaceful ambiance.

• Materials: For bathroom floors and walls, professionals typically use materials that are long-lasting and simple to maintain, such as porcelain or ceramic tiles.

Similar to bathroom makeovers, kitchen makeovers are crucial; a home cannot be pleasant without a functional kitchen where people can prepare meals in comfort. High-quality benchtops and other amenities allow one to cook comfortably in a well-appointed kitchen since everything is in its proper position.

When planning a kitchen, bathroom, or other type of renovation, careful planning and attention to detail may help one achieve the desired results. With the right furniture, decor, and features, the living space may be transformed into a comfortable, functional, and stylish retreat. Speak with reputable businesses that provide remodelling services to increase the value of your home and improve its use and comfort.

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[ajaymohankumar]

How can you reliably estimate the cost of a small bathroom remodel in India?

High-rise apartments in cities and towns in India often feature small bathrooms. Remodelling the bathroom helps make the space more functional, while you can also improve the aesthetics of the space. 

Budgeting for small bathroom remodels should be a top priority for homeowners. However, estimating the cost can be challenging. The calculation involves various factors and components that contribute to the overall expense. 

What are the components in estimating a small bathroom remodel price?

The Scope of Work

Even if it is a small bathroom remodel, the project first needs to define the scope. You also need to assess the extent of the work. Are you considering minor updates, or will there be a major rehaul? The extent of renovation determines the project cost.

Materials and Fixtures

Next, you need to take into account the kind of fixtures and materials that will be used during the remodelling project. The market has multiple choices, ranging from budget-friendly to premium products. For instance, there’s a difference in the price of basic sanitaryware and those from high-end brands in India. The same is true for fittings, fixtures, tiles, etc.

Labour Costs

When budgeting for a small bathroom, consider the labour cost. The cost will be high or low depending on the job's complexity. Labour costs involve jobs like tiling, plumbing, electrical connections, etc. It is important to remember that skilled labour comes at higher prices, while unskilled workers can easily be available cheaply.

Design and Planning

You need to hire professional services so that the space can be optimised. This helps avoid costly mistakes. Hiring designers and contractors comes at a cost - the upfront costs are high. However, this helps save money in the long run as you can avoid rework, 

Hidden Costs

Certain expenses may not seem upfront, but you still need to pay for them. For example, structural repairs in old homes due to water damage can come as a surprise, adding to the total small bathroom remodel cost. It is important to budget for contingency expenses. 

Easy Way to Calculate Small Bathroom Remodel Price

Estimating the remodelling price for a small bathroom revocation takes work. It involves long-drawn financial computation, and you must be well-versed in such calculations. 

The easy way out is to use a pricing calculator online. Such calculators, offered by top bathroom contractors, consider materials, labour costs, fixtures and furnishings, and other associated expenses to simplify the estimation process.

You need to research online to find a dependable calculator. Remember, you must get the correct bathroom measurements before using the calculator. 

Conclusion

Assessing the small bathroom remodel cost in India can be tough because you need to consider different parameters carefully for accurate estimation. You will need an expert’s help to understand the costs clearly. Using a calculator helps you fasten the process and get faster estimates.

[kitchenrenovation00]

Transform Your Home: The Process Involved In Kitchen Renovations Penrith

Kitchen renovations are an exciting yet complex project that can significantly enhance the functionality and aesthetics of your home. In Penrith, homeowners are increasingly looking to upgrade their kitchens to reflect modern trends and improve their daily living experience. Understanding the process involved in kitchen renovations in Penrith is crucial for ensuring a successful transformation. This guide outlines the essential steps to help you navigate your kitchen renovation journey with confidence and ease.

Planning and Budgeting

The first step in any kitchen renovation is thorough planning and budgeting. Consider your lifestyle, cooking habits, and storage needs to determine the changes required. Set a realistic budget that includes costs for materials, labour, and unexpected expenses. Having a clear plan and budget will help you make informed decisions and keep your renovation on track.

Design and Layout

Once you have a plan and budget in place, the next step is to finalise the design and layout of your new kitchen. Work with a professional kitchen designer to create a layout that maximises space and enhances workflow. The design phase involves choosing the style, colour scheme, and materials for your kitchen. Whether you prefer a sleek, modern look or a cosy, traditional style, a well-thought-out design will ensure your kitchen is both functional and visually appealing.

Hiring Contractors

Hiring reliable contractors is a critical aspect of the kitchen renovation process. Research local contractors in Penrith and check their credentials, reviews, and past projects. Ensure the contractors you hire are licensed, insured, and experienced in kitchen renovations. A skilled contractor will manage the project efficiently, ensuring high-quality workmanship and adherence to timelines.

Demolition and Preparation

Before any construction work begins, your old kitchen needs to be demolished. Proper preparation is essential to protect other areas of your home from dust and debris. Contractors will also inspect the plumbing, electrical systems, and structural elements to address any issues before proceeding with the renovation.

Installation of Plumbing and Electrical Systems

The next step is the installation of new plumbing and electrical systems. This includes upgrading pipes, wiring, and outlets to meet modern standards and accommodate new appliances. Plumbers and electricians will ensure that everything is installed safely and efficiently, adhering to local building codes. This phase is crucial for the functionality of your new kitchen and should be completed by licensed professionals.

Installing Cabinets and Countertops

With the plumbing and electrical systems in place, the focus shifts to installing cabinets and countertops. Custom or prefabricated cabinets are fitted according to the design plan, providing ample storage and enhancing the kitchen’s aesthetics. Countertops made from materials like granite, quartz or laminate are installed to create durable and attractive work surfaces. Precision during this phase ensures that everything fits perfectly and functions smoothly.

Flooring and Backsplash

Updating the flooring and backsplash is an important part of the renovation process. Choose materials that are durable, easy to clean, and complement your kitchen’s design. Popular options include ceramic tiles, hardwood, and vinyl for flooring, and tiles, glass, or metal for the backsplash. These elements add character and style to your kitchen while protecting walls from spills and stains.

Appliance Installation

The installation of new appliances is a pivotal moment in your kitchen renovation. Ensure that all appliances are energy-efficient and suited to your cooking needs. Proper installation by professionals ensures that your appliances function correctly and safely. This phase also includes integrating appliances seamlessly into the design, maintaining a cohesive look throughout the kitchen.

Kitchen renovations in Penrith require meticulous planning, skilled contractors and high-quality materials to achieve the desired outcome. By understanding the process involved, from initial planning and budgeting to final touches, you can transform your kitchen into a functional and beautiful space that meets your needs and enhances your home’s value. Whether you are updating a dated kitchen or creating a brand-new design, following these steps will ensure a successful renovation project. Embrace the opportunity to revitalise your home with a kitchen that is both practical and stylish.

[tokozintt]

Enhancing Your Space with Floor Pedestal Adjustable Solutions

Regarding current space design, adaptability and flexibility are really vital. For different flooring requirements, floor pedestal adjustable systems provide a sensible and pleasing answer. These solutions give the adaptability needed to handle uneven terrain, height changes, and service integration without sacrificing design or utility.

Adjustable pedestals' versatility

Flooring materials like tiles, decking, and pavers are supported by adjustable pedestals designed for each kind. They guarantee that floors are precisely levelled independent of the underlying surface conditions by allowing exact height changes. Their flexibility makes them perfect for both indoor and outdoor uses as they provide a smooth transition between many parts of a construction.

Benefits of floor pedestal support

For flooring, pedestal supports have many main advantages. First of all, they designed a raised flooring system that underlines drainage systems, piping, and wire, thus facilitating future changes and maintenance. Second, they improve the space's acoustic and thermal insulating qualities, therefore promoting more pleasant and energy-efficient surroundings. Finally, these supports guarantee lifetime and low maintenance expenses by being composed of robust materials able to resist extreme weather conditions.

Installations and Maintenance Simplicity

Floor pedestal adjustable systems are notable for their simplicity of installation. These systems' modular design allows one to rapidly build and modify them without requiring specific tools or knowledge. Lowering labour costs and installation time also lessens disturbance in the nearby neighbourhood. Furthermore, maintaining these systems is simple, as individual parts are readily accessible and replaceable when needed.

Design versatility

Another significant benefit of pedestal supports for floor design is their degree of adaptability. Modern composite materials to classic stone or ceramic tiles—these technologies may be employed to produce a range of surface treatments. This adaptability lets designers and architects realize their ideal look free from the structural limitations of the construction. Moreover, the movable character of the pedestals allows them to fit various flooring material thicknesses, thus guaranteeing a consistent finish all over the room.

Environmental Considerations

In the age of environmental consciousness today, building material and system sustainability is very important. Often constructed from recyclable or repurposed materials, floor pedestal adjustable systems help to lower environmental impact. Moreover, the capacity to deconstruct and recycle these systems fits ideas of sustainable architecture and construction, therefore encouraging a circular economy and waste reduction.

Case Studies: Useful Real-World Tools

Numerous excellent projects have shown how well Pedestal Supports for Floors work in different environments. For commercial buildings, for example, similar techniques have been used to provide raised terraces and walkways, improving the space's usability and visual attractiveness. Adjustable pedestals have made it possible for homeowners to create smooth transitions between indoor and outdoor spaces, therefore giving them adaptable living environments fit for their evolving demands.

Conclusion

For contemporary flooring demands, floor pedestal adaptable systems provide a flexible, effective, and environmentally friendly answer. For both business and household uses, their capacity to provide exact height adjustments, support different flooring materials, and allow necessary utilities beneath makes them a perfect fit. Including pedestal supports for flooring in your next project will help you to create a high-performance, visually beautiful, environmentally friendly flooring solution that satisfies modern design and construction criteria.

[fulhamplumber]

Bathroom Renovation: Step-by-Step Guide to a Dream Makeover

A bathroom renovation can transform a mundane space into a dream sanctuary. This step-by-step guide outlines the process for achieving a stunning bathroom renovation in Chelsea.

Step 1: Planning

Planning is the foundation of any successful renovation. Begin by determining the goals for the renovation. Consider factors such as budget, desired style, and the scope of work. Create a detailed plan that includes a timeline and a list of required materials and services.

Step 2: Budgeting

Establishing a budget is crucial. Allocate funds for materials, labour, and unforeseen expenses. Research the costs of fixtures, tiles, and other materials to create a realistic budget. Seeking quotes from contractors in Fulham and Chelsea can provide a clearer picture of potential costs.

Step 3: Design

Designing the new bathroom layout is an exciting step. Consider the placement of fixtures, storage solutions, and overall aesthetics. Use design software or consult with a professional designer to visualize the new space. Ensure the design maximizes functionality and adheres to the budget.

Step 4: Demolition

Once the design is finalised, the existing bathroom needs to be stripped down. Remove old fixtures, tiles, and any other unwanted elements. Ensure that the demolition is carried out safely and any structural elements are preserved.

Step 5: Plumbing and Electrical Work

Before installing new fixtures, update the plumbing and electrical systems. Hire licensed professionals to ensure the work meets local building codes. Upgrading these systems can prevent future issues and enhance the bathroom’s functionality.

Step 6: Flooring and Tiling

Install new flooring and wall tiles according to the design plan. Choose durable and water-resistant materials suitable for bathroom conditions. Many affordable options for tiles are available in Fulham and Chelsea.

Step 7: Installing Fixtures

Install new fixtures such as sinks, toilets, showers, and bathtubs. Ensure they are properly fitted and functioning. This step is crucial for the overall success of the renovation.

Step 8: Painting and Finishing Touches

Apply a fresh coat of paint to the walls and ceiling. Add finishing touches such as mirrors, towel racks, and decor items. These elements complete the transformation and add personality to the space.

Step 9: Final Inspection

Conduct a final inspection to ensure everything is installed correctly and functioning. Check for any leaks, electrical issues, or other problems. Address any issues promptly to avoid future complications.

Step 10: Cleaning and Enjoying

Clean the renovated bathroom thoroughly before use. Remove any construction debris and ensure all surfaces are spotless. Once cleaned, the new bathroom can be enjoyed and admired.

By following this step-by-step guide, a dream bathroom renovation in Fulham and Chelsea can be achieved. Whether undertaking a bathroom refurbishment in Fulham or Chelsea, these steps ensure a successful and satisfying makeover.

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Why Choose Subway Tiles for Your Commercial Space

Subway tiles Redlands have long been a favourite in residential design, known for their classic aesthetic and versatile functionality. However, their appeal extends far beyond homes, making them an excellent choice for commercial spaces as well. From cafeterias and restaurants to retail stores and office buildings, subway tiles offer a range of benefits that can enhance both the appearance and performance of your commercial environment. Here’s why you should consider subway tiles for your commercial space.

Versatility in Design

One of the most significant advantages of subway tiles is their versatility. Available in a range of materials, colours, and finishes, they can be customised to fit the specific aesthetic of your commercial space. Whether you opt for classic white ceramic tiles, vibrant coloured glass tiles, or luxurious marble tiles, subway tiles can be tailored to complement your brand identity and interior design vision.

Durability and Low Maintenance

Commercial spaces require materials that can withstand heavy use and still look great. Subway tiles are known for their durability, particularly those made from ceramic or porcelain. They are resistant to scratches, stains, and moisture, making them ideal for areas that experience high foot traffic or exposure to spills and splashes. In addition to their durability, subway tiles are also easy to maintain. Their smooth, non-porous surface can be easily wiped clean, reducing the time and effort required for regular upkeep. This low maintenance aspect is particularly beneficial for businesses, where maintaining a clean and inviting environment is essential.

Timeless Aesthetic Appeal

Subway tiles have a simple, clean design that never goes out of style. Their classic rectangular shape and smooth finish can seamlessly blend with various interior design styles, from modern minimalism to rustic charm. This timeless appeal ensures that your commercial space remains stylish and relevant, even as design trends evolve. In a competitive business landscape, maintaining a visually appealing environment can help attract and retain customers.

Hygienic Properties

Hygiene is one of the most crucial considerations for commercial spaces, especially in industries such as hospitality, healthcare, and food service. Subway tiles have excellent hygienic properties due to their non-porous surface, which prevents the growth of bacteria, mould, and mildew. This makes them an ideal choice for areas like restaurant kitchens, bathrooms, and medical facilities, where cleanliness is paramount.

Cost-Effectiveness

When choosing the tiles for a commercial space, considering cost efficiency is very crucial. Advantageously, subway tiles offer excellent value for money, combining affordability with longevity. Their durability means they require less frequent replacement than other materials, reducing long-term costs. Additionally, their classic design ensures they remain stylish for years, minimising the need for costly renovations to stay current with design trends.

Ease of Installation

When it comes to the installation, subway tiles are relatively easy to install, which can save time and labour costs during the renovation or construction of your commercial space. Their uniform shape and size make them straightforward to lay, whether you opt for a traditional brick pattern, herringbone, or another creative layout. This ease of installation also means less disruption to your business operations during refurbishment projects. In brief, choosing subway tiles for your commercial space offers a myriad of benefits, from their timeless aesthetic and versatility in design to their durability, low maintenance, and hygienic properties. They also provide a cost-effective solution that enhances the visual appeal and functionality of your environment, helping you create a space that attracts customers and supports your business operations. Whatever your tiling project is, subway tiles are a smart and stylish choice for any commercial setting.