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pamukkalemakina20 · 11 days ago
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woozydaydreams · 25 days ago
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'Cause You've Been So Out of Touch
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paring(s): Huntr/X & Saja Boys x reader
Warning(s): Changes in the movie, Saja Boys made-up lore (that I will be adding onto, [name] is somewhat a part of it), make-up scenes/lore.
Divider Creds: @cafekitsune
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Chapter 1 - Lost Memories
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A beeping sound sounded across the [h/c] girl’s room. She lifted her head from her stomach-lying position before shutting off the alarm clock. Ruffling her hair, she slid off her bed and put on her slippers. Then, she turned on the news on her TV and went to brush her teeth.
[name] liked the background noise, finding herself immersed in the world rather than standing in peer silence.
“Reporting in, fans outraged and hurt after the number one ranked group, “Huntr/x” canceled their live performance of their newly released promo, “Golden.” Instead of refunds, they want their performance. Any updated news other than the fact that they’ve canceled has not been revealed, as their manager has been dealing with the refunds and updates. Going to the weather channel, Jin-ho-nim will catch us up.” 
[name] finished her breakfast before shutting off the TV. She then looked at her phone as her parents messaged her, “Before heading out, make sure to lock the door, and be sure to be safe throughout the day, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” [name]’s father wasn’t great at words affectionately; he is better through actions, so [name] knew this was his way of saying “Love You”.
She knew her mother probably forgot, which always allowed her father to remind her. 
Enough about their love story.
[name] still lived with her parents. A couple of times, she did think about getting her type of living situation, but whenever she brought it up, her parents would just encourage her to keep living with them, so she agreed since there were more benefits in doing so anyway.
Finally making her way to the cafe she unlocked the back of the building with her keycard before it automatically locked and got into her apron, they didn’t have a set uniform, they just had to make sure that what you were wearing wouldn’t be unprofessional and wouldn’t cause too much trouble or get in the way with things as they were working.
She tied her hair back and made sure it was secure so that it wouldn’t cause any violations before unlocking the front door and putting some ice and water in her water bottle before getting back to the cash register. 
The door chimed, the quick ring of the bell invaded her eyes, melodic, but also a reminder that she was not going to be able to go home anytime soon.
Five attractive men entered the cafe, but it was almost every day that someone came into the cafe and was attractive, so she just smiled and welcomed them in.
UrmmmBa~
[name] blinked, although her smile hadn’t been removed from her face, she rubbed her ears, wondering what that sound was.
“Welcome to MoonHoney Cafe, how may I assist you?”
“What do you recommend?” The leader of the group spoke up, he had black hair and aside from the fact that the entire group themselves looked like models, he stood out as the others were just looking around, observing around and admiring(?) the cafe.
“Straight black coffee.”
“Great, we’ll take five of those.” He leaned against the counter, his eyes glowed a golden yellow, but she turned away, seeing that some paper cups had fallen. She turned back toward the man, and for now would ignore the cups.
“Awesome, hot or cold?”
“Hot.”
“Do you have a preferred option?”
“No.”
“Dark roast it is. Size?”
“Not too much, but not too little.”
“I’ll do a sixteen ounce for you. For here or to go?”
“For here.”
“$21.64.” He handed her a crumpled-up $50, and she gave back the change
“Name for the order?”
“Jinu.”
“Alright, you can sit anywhere you want while you wait.” 
[name] turned around before putting some coffee grains onto a scale to measure the amount out before letting it be turned into dust in the coffee grinding machine whenever another group of people arrived.
A bunch of tired teens entered.
“Welcome to MoonHoney, what can I get you guys today?”
“Okay, I want a matcha latte with whipped cream and wafers on the side, he wants a marshmallow chocolate caramel mocha with extra foam and almond milk not whole milk with a croissant and she wants a vanilla frap with two pumps of lavender flavor and extra, and I mean extra, oreo chunks on top. All of these should be medium, and also it’s to go.” [name] took down the order before ringing them up.
“So, what’s with the long faces?” [name] poured all the brewed dark roast coffee into fancy ceramic cups before ringing the bell at the front of the desk.
“For… Jinu!” she announced, placing all the coffees on the tray at the front desk before turning back to the teenage group. The group of guys themselves grabbed their coffees and sat a little closer.
“It’s Huntr/X! I begged my mom to buy a ticket last night just for it to cancel so suddenly, like, it was announced canceled five minutes before, too! That’s just cruel, with no notice! We were so excited seeing a group perform live and up close!”
Weirdly enough, the door slightly blew open, letting the bell chime as a paper flew towards the group.
“Free, live performance from the ‘Saja Boys’ singing their new single, 'Soda Pop'?" the group shared a look and shrugged.
“Might as well, what else were we planning to do anyway…”
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As the day passed, it was midday, and [name] closed the shop for a bit as her break had started and headed down an alleyway before entering “Doctor Han’s Tonics.”
He sold “tonics,” but they were just grape juice. She got it for a low price, and it was nice talking to him a few times. She. Honestly couldn’t believe that his store hadn’t closed down yet, as last time she checked, no one went there.
Unless they wanted to get scammed.
“Ah, I see, I see… No, actually, I don’t see. Very strange. You have a lot of walls up.”
A perky voice spoke up, “Whoa! He’s so good, right?”
Toning out the conversation, [name] focused in on the girls; they weren’t the best at disguises, but that was another conversation for another time.
“So that’s the girl mom was talking about,” [name] thought in her head, the corner of Rumi’s sleeve lifted, revealing patterns, which she hastily pulled down.
It seemed the group hadn’t noticed her yet.
She listened to how Doctor Han described them.
Zoey, energetic, a people pleaser, and in need of validation and praise, just so she knows she’s not being too much.
Mira, closed off, blunt, short temper, a bit rude at times, but only acting like that towards strangers and not people close to her, maybe afraid of being attached, or likely afraid of abandonment, which tie in together.
Rumi, walls are up, afraid to express secrets in fear of rejection, scared of her true self, and keeps to herself, covering up in more ways than one to both of the girls, despite the close friendship, maybe some type of influence encourages said acts. Fear of the truth, the unknown.
“Just give us the voice juice.” Mira backed up Rumi.
“Hm… I know just the tonics you need.” Just when Doctor Han was about to walk away, [name] stopped him.
[name] coughed in her fist, letting Doctor Han finally notice her, you’d think she was here to rob the place with the way he put on an unimpressed face.
The girls in their chairs tensed up, trying to cover their identities as [name] smiled at Doctor Han.
[name] had gotten lost one day, and mysteriously had went into Doctor Hans shop, he gave her free “tonics” and both her parents were frantic when Doctor Han contactated them (he was surprise a young girl her age wasn’t panicking and remembered her parents number) overall, she got free grape juice, now discounted and he got a picture with a celebrity and CEO. So a win was a win.
“Ajusshi, what’s with the long face? Your favorite kid is here, and you aren't going to greet me?” [name] grinned, but he only sighed and continued going to retrieve Rumi’s “tonics”.
“I’ll get your usual, just stay in the waiting room this time.”
That left her alone with the three girls in the room, a silent, tense atmosphere erupted before [name] popped it, saying some things, “Shame that your voice isn’t doing well, many people were excited for the concert.” 
“Oh- well- yeah, I guess we should introduce ourselves-” Rumi stuttered before nodding at the other girls.
“We are Hunters voices strong, hi we are, Hunter/X” Rumi started their introduction before they all stated their names.
“Right, Celine-ssi’s girls. I hope your voice gets better, oh, and Dr. Han might seem like a quack doctor, and while his “tonics” aren’t the best, his advice is… so, I'd listen to him if I were you guys.” Their eyes widened when [name] mentioned Celine.
Before they could respond, Doctor Han had already returned with the “tonics” for both Rumi and [name]. The girls quickly left while [name] plopped down onto the chair before focusing on the wall.
“You’re still here?”
“Relax, you’d be lonely without me anyway.” Doctor Han could only grumble like the old man he was.
[name] looked at the picture frame, and each one had some famous person/people on it. Some he was actually in, others he glued himself on… someone had to teach him Photoshop one of these days.
Her eyes narrowed down on four boys, all young.
“Ajusshi?” 
“What is it, kid?”
“Who were those boys?”
Doctor Han adjusted his glasses to focus on the picture she was pointing at before letting out a sigh.
“They were once popular, they were your age, when a freak accident happened, and well, they unfortunately passed.”
“Really? How come I haven't heard of them before?”
“Oh, you have.”
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“It was the prime time of this shop; celebrities, models, idols, actors, and even up-and-coming people visited this shop.”
“Right…”
“Who raised you to interrupt your elders 🤨”
“Sorry, Ajusshi, continue.”
“As I was saying, this young group of boys had entered this place, they purchased some items, and after I offered for them to be put on this wall. It was one of the real encounters I had with a celebrity. They were around the same age as you, maybe a few years older.” Doctor Han had his hands on his back, gazing at the picture.
“They were sweet boys, I had written journals, I became their therapist, they stated I could 'read' people, and so I tried my best to support them. But one day they changed, in the blink of an eye, they had become famous, too busy to visit my shop, according to some news articles, they kept having arguments and tensions were rising.” Doctor Han shook his head. It seemed that bringing this up was an unpleasant memory.
“One day, their manager was off duty, somehow leading them to drive, who knew that during an argument, they would end up getting into a car accident.”
“It’s ironic, their group was called “Starry NightS, now they are the stars in the night sky.” Doctor Han pursed his lips.
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“They were good kids, and before the fame and glory, they were teenage boys who were best friends with each other, with their problems they didn't have time to resolve. If only I had reached out to them… oh, what is this old man blabbering about? I was planning to get rid of my journal entries on them soon anyway; dwelling on old memories isn’t good for my age.”
[name] was interested in the boys; it wasn’t every day that a famous boy group band just went off the radar that quickly, and she swore to whoever that she had seen some individuals so dann familiar, and still she couldn't decipher it.
“I’ll take them, Ajusshi!” [name] sprang up, he only raised his eyebrow before gesturing for her to follow and handing her a little box of journals.
“All these journals were on those boys?”
“No more, no less, are you sure you can carry that yourself?”
“I carry heavy boxes for the cafe, I'll be fine… take care of yourself, Ajusshi.”
“You too, [name].”
[name] set the boxes aside before bowing and saying goodbye to Doctor Han, before heading out and back to the cafe, before a sing melody caught her attention.
She glanced at the figures dancing in the center before glancing at the opposing side, the same girls from before, well, from Huntr/X and the guys from the cafe but not just from the cafe… somewhere more familiar, almost like she just saw them, she just couldn't put her finger on it.
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Guys, since they are in Korea, I try to use honorifics and titles, so if any of y'all are experts, please correct me on any of the usage.
Upon much thinking I decided to expand it because I love make shit up and adding to plot.
Also, can we talk about the fact that there is still so much left unanswered from the movie? Hopefully, they will come out with a sequel, and if not, here you go answering some unanswered questions with fake news.
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literaila · 8 months ago
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wedding planner (katsuki bakugo smau)
fem!reader, no quirks, adult life au
life as an event planner is... quieter than planned. mina ashido, your best friend, views this as a challenge. so when she gets engaged to eijirou kirishima it’s no big surprise that she asks you to plan the ceremony. the objective is simple: create the most magical, perfect wedding in just four months... oh, and accept the help of someone you've been running from since college--katsuki bakugo, who conveniently hates you. easy, right?
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hating bakugo katsuki comes quite naturally to you.
it's something simple. an emotion that builds in the middle of your sternum and collects in your head. you've never had to think too hard about him, or the negative feelings he invokes.
it's not that you consider yourself someone to hold grudges or make automatic assumptions. someone who hates on principle rather than facts. glimpses rather than actions.
in fact, you’d rather remain entirely nonjudgmental in most situations—so that you don’t have to worry about any of it. there are very few people in the world that you can truly say you hate.
but since he spoke his first word to you, you’ve hated him.
or maybe that’s not true. you only vaguely remember it all happening now, like a single peek of a dream you once lived.
remember seeing him across the room and feeling that you knew exactly who he was. getting one look and understanding that he just wasn’t someone for you.
blonde hair, blood eyes, and an immediate distaste for anything involving your presence. his jaw was already set, when you approached, mind already made.
it was pretty clear when he just glared, ignoring whoever had introduced the two of you, your hand outstretched towards him, and scoffed before he simply walked away.
so, really, even before bakugo katsuki spoke his first word to you—you hated him.
or maybe not. maybe you just hated the way he was looking past you automatically, maybe you just hated that he was frowning, maybe you just hated being dismissed so easily.
or maybe you hated him and the fact that he made you angry without even trying.
anger is an invasive species. it lingers in the pit of your chest, waiting for some version of confirmation bias you can reason out of.
and once it begins to grow it leaks elsewhere—into the stories you tell, the people you know, the glances and shared breaths.
it’s pretty obnoxious, just like bakugo katsuki. funny how that works, isn't it?
and, to clarify, you have spoken multiple words to him. this is nothing new. in fact, you’ve shouted bitter remarks at his back and cursed at his ever-glowing smirk. in classrooms, at parties, in the old contemptible apartments your friends lived in.
but it’s just so simple to hate him.
maybe that’s why you’re standing in front of a coffee shop you’ve never been to, staring at the door. it’s 1:07 pm.
it would be pretty easy to leave, really. you could turn around and take the train back home. back to your bed, with its comforting embrace, and your consistently sparking coffee machine. it doesn’t taste too burnt, after all, and who doesn't like some roasted grounds?
you’re already late anyway, so what’s the harm in never showing up? who is bakugo going to tell? mina?
(he will. he definitely will tell mina and by that point, you’ll have lost a client and a friend, and bakugo katsuki will be pointing and laughing at the sad remains of your life. he’ll probably spit on your shivering body—you know, once you can no longer afford to live in your apartment because you’ve been fired--just for fun).
fuck. you should’ve blocked his and mina’s number.
someone pushes past you, going for the door, and you blink. right. because you’re supposed to open it, walk through, and meet with bakugo who you already know is going to chastise you for being late. you're supposed to hate him, and it's all supposed to be easy.
you take a breath. nod once.
what the hell?
this is all his fault anyway. you would’ve been perfectly happy with doing all the work by yourself--throwing sticky notes around and ignoring the ink stains left on your face from nights sleeping at your desk--and letting kirishima and mina believe he assisted you.
as fucking if.
so you walk through the door, delighting for one brief moment in the smell of coffee beans and souls searching for rehabilitation.
this coffee shop is a lot nicer than any of the ones by your house. not that bakugo needs to know that, or that he has good taste.
just a thought, really.
you look around for a single second before you spot him. it’s easy—just one glimpse of the black shirt, overbearing shoulders, and frowning face. and every other person in the shop seems to be purposefully avoiding him, walking at least six feet away from the table he’s procured at all times.
if only you were them.
“oi,” he calls, eyes finding you faster than you'd expected, already burning as you walk towards him—against your better judgment, of course. “i know you’re an idiot but you can’t even read a fuckin’ clock, now?”
you pull the open chair out with your foot, giving bakugo a bland look. your eyes burn a little bit, just looking at him. “no, actually, i can't. they must only teach that at snobby prick school.”
you sit, your body resisting the entire time. you might last five minutes being this close to him—at most.
bakugo doesn’t say anything, but one brow goes up.
“sorry,” you say, almost reflexively. you're supposed to be civil. you can hear mina's voice criticizing, telling you to give him a chance. you continue, completely monotone. “hi, bakugo. how are you?”
he glares. “could be a hell of a lot better, that’s for sure.”
“tell me about it.”
and then there’s a moment where you both stare at each other, silent and waiting.
here’s what you know about bakugo: he’s not afraid to say whatever he’s thinking, but he’s also not the easiest person to talk to. not the type of person you’d ever feel at ease with. easy conversation isn't either of your specialties, and neither is being here all by yourselves.
so instead of anything even remotely normal, instead of getting to the point, you break the silence with, “no coffee?”
his eyes dart down to the table and then back to yours. you can see the point of his teeth when he begins to talk. “not all of us are fuckin’ addicted.”
“well, you don’t have to deal with your mood swings every day," you look around, hoping that a double shot isn't as expensive as the decor would suggest.
“such a flatterer," bakugo drawls, leaning back, "i was waitin’ for you before i ordered,” he tilts his head to the register, waiting.
“i can go up there myself. i’m a big girl."
he scoffs. “you’re a big fuckin’ mess, that’s for sure. and fuckin' broke, according to raccoon eyes. you know what you want?”
“what i want is to get out of here as soon as possible. so thanks, but no thanks. i don’t need any coffee.”
“ya sure, crazy eyes?” he's smirking like he already knows that he got you.
your eyes narrow. “don’t call me that.”
“think i'll call you whatever the hell i want.”
“then i think this partnership is already over. promise broken.”
“tch," bakugo taps a finger against the table, "i think you’ll fuckin’ reconsider once you take a good look in the mirror—did you sell your bed for some shitty cash?���
“did you sell your soul for a first-class superiority complex?” you retort, so brightly it's almost innocent.
bakugo only rolls his eyes. “didn’t you agree to come here, dumbass?”
“didn’t you demand that i show up?”
bakugo’s lip twitches, minutely. he sighs, turning an arm over to check his watch. he moves calculatingly, both of you waiting for another moment to pounce. but there isn’t time for that.
you could spout insults at him for hours, and he could do just the same. it's happened before.
but time won't slow down for that, and you've only got seventy-three days left to figure everything out.
bakugo waves a hand towards you, gesturing at your bag. “just fuckin’ show me what you have already.”
“why should i?”
he scoffs. “okay don’t. try gettin' shit done all by your goddamn self. least ill get a laugh when you crash and burn.”
“this is literally my job—“
“so show me what you fuckin’ got,” bakugo leans forward, speaking soft enough for it to be a whisper, but vehemently for it to be a threat.
and it’s safe to say that you’ve heard a lot of those from him.
“fine,” you grind out, not wanting to lose, or to let him win, but someone will have to give eventually--and bakugo can watch in awe as you figure it out yourself. he can beg at your feet for something to do. (he can talk to kirishima about what you should be doing and report back to mina to mess up your lift even more). win or lose, you don't break eye contact as you grab your bag, shoving around until you find your planner.
not that there’s a lot of planning being done. it's mainly doodles and spare numbers you’ve written down and never called. but bakugo doesn’t need to know that. he just needs to know that you're a professional, and you'll professionally shove his words back into his throat until they reach his stomach.
you flip to a page with a list of tasks that still need to be done, pen smeared across the page. none of them have been checked off--but that's not exactly your fault. you'd be getting a lot more done if bakugo hadn't made you come here... probably.
“i’ve scheduled a couple tours of venues mina told me she liked,” you say, sharp, tactful. you point to random notes on the page, hoping he can’t read. “but not for a couple of weeks. there’s cake testing, a meeting with a florist, billing from a designer mina chose, catering options, and i—“
“have you made any decisions?”
you purse your lips, moving the planner back towards you. “it’s been a month.”
he laughs. “so that’s a fuckin’ no.”
“it’s not that simple,” you tell him, snidely. “i need to talk to mina and kiri about options and it’s not like they’re going to choose right away so—“
“shitty hair told me you were taking care of it.”
“yes, that’s what a wedding planner does,” you smile. “good job, bakugo.”
he bares a canine, grinning. “no, smart ass. he said you get to make every damn decision. that they trust you to figure shit out.”
“i still need to double-check and make sure they’re happy with the progress—“
“sounds like you’re too fuckin' scared to do it yourself.” he leans back for the first time in two minutes, arms crossed against his chest.
that’s another thing you hate about bakugo katsuki. he takes all of the air and spits it right back at you. he's like a reverse black hole--just meaner.
“why would i be scared?”
“because you’re a shitty event planner.”
he's testing you, you know. trying to get a rise out of you because he can always do it so easily. trying to rile you up so he can win, so you'll walk out of the door and he'll get to say that he tried, that he was being a good friend--
and damn it, it's working. it's going to work. but you have very little dignity left, and no patience for bakugo katsuki and his arrogance.
“well,” you start, standing up. your chair screeches across the floor, a protest all of its own. “it’s been so lovely meeting with you, bakugo, but i think we’re—“
“am i fuckin' wrong?” he asks, serious, watching you with clinical eyes.
“are you a jackass?” you answer, shoving your notebook back into your bag. he doesn't deserve your lists, your time, or any of the energy you've given to him so willingly.
he snorts. “you’ve never planned a damn wedding. you have no fuckin’ clue what you’re doing.”
“oh, wow," you nod your head enthusiastically, "you know what, you’re really something,” you say, giving him another sickly sweet smile.
bakugo hasn't flinched at you once in the almost decade you've known him and maybe that's the thing you hate the most. hate that every emotion is written on your face in some fine ink, but he's a blank slate. hate that he gets to sit there and berate you, make you feel small, and have no repercussions for it.
hate that he's just looking at you, waiting for you. hate him so much.
you continue anyway. “not everyone would be able to figure out that i’m worried about messing up my best friend’s wedding—“ bakugo tries to cut in, but you hold a hand up. “no, really. it's pretty amazing, bakugo. you should think about going back to school for a common sense degree, since you’re so fucking great at using it," you shake your head, turning away abruptly.
you know that he’s still smirking.
“i’m not too proud to admit that i'm scared, bakugo. some of us can deal with our emotions.”
“ya sure?" he sounds amused. "cause it seems like you’ve got fuckin’ jack done and don’t know what to do next. wouldn’t call that dealing with your fuckin’ fear. i’d call it being a coward. freezing instead of tryin' to do a fuckin' thing.”
you glare at the wall in front of you, feeling bad for the person just sitting on their computer in your line of sight. “so what? it's not like you’re doing anything to help. you have no idea how to plan anything, so don't act like you'd do any better than me.”
“you fuckin’ sure about that?” you hear a loud noise, and bakugo is standing right beside you, his looming presence a brand at your side. “i’ve never planned a wedding but i know how to get shit done.”
you snort, finally looking at him again. “uh-huh.”
he sneers. “i’ll fuckin’ show you. c’mon.”
your pause, eyes narrowing. people are moving around the two of you, coffee cups exuding steam, eyes curious as they roam over you. bakugo taps his pockets, not bothering to notice a single one of them, and then moves beside you, heading towards the door.
“wha—what?" you ask, frowning. "where are you going?
“you gonna stand there like a damn idiot, or are you going to fuckin’ follow me?” he doesn’t turn his head, just keeps going.
and even though you’d never follow bakugo katsuki anywhere, even though you’d rather die than be alone with him, rather be broke and friendless than plan a wedding with him—you start walking.
“what the hell,” you say, and have to speed up to catch him.
if hating bakugo is easy, then following him is even easier.
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shadowbriar · 10 months ago
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Matt Murdock - Waste My Time I
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Pairing : Matt Murdock x (she/her)Reader  Word Count : 4.6k Warning : Some curses. Fluff. Some cliff hanger, I think? Sets on Matt's uni years. Notes : I will do some updates on the prologue to better fit the plot. Let me know if you wanna be tagged for future chapters. Cheers! x If you like this story and would like to support me, please visit my kofi page and perhaps get me a coffee?☕
↞ Prologue
The smell of sugar and roasted beans were thick in the air. The establishment was packed with people. It wasn’t the usual cafe Matt and Foggy would go to. No, the cheap coffee truck on the way to the campus or perhaps the vending machine by their Advanced Constitutional Law class would do to grab a cup of americano from, but today isn’t one of those days. 
Today is one of those days when Foggy would drag him to the other side of the city just to pick up some special sandwich that would guarantee a forgiveness pass from Marci. Today is one of those days when Foggy would pay for his americano, only to forget his wallet by the bedside table. Today is one of those days when Foggy would have to make another promise to pay for his meal as the blonde had to bail and run to give Marci her sandwich.
Now Matt, ever the understanding friend, certainly paid no mind with all of the troubles Foggy dragged him into this morning. He figured he could use the long way to his classes this morning. To try and see what exactly is on the other side of the campus when the sun is still out. When he was in his normal clothes and not hunting robbers. When he could actually be Matt Murdock and not the Daredevil.
But now standing by the side aisle to pick up his order, Matt knew that the lady who was too busy arguing on the phone with who seems to be a disastrous ex-husband, accidentally picked up his americano and left him with what smells to be a matcha latte with twice if not thrice the normal sugar level.
Matt’s lips pout a little. He’s certainly not in the mood to jump start his day with a lethal dose of diabetes, but Foggy’s left minutes ago and he couldn’t just call the barista to exchange his order without actually tasting the beverage. What excuse would he give? That he could smell that the drink in his hand isn’t what he ordered?
“Hi, sorry,” A voice of salvation echoes from his right. A woman who’s now approaching him with a gentle voice greets. Matt could taste the uncertainty in her tone, how her heart beats a little awkwardly as if she wasn’t sure if she was doing the right thing yet she does it anyway “I’m really sorry to be coming off as a creep like this, but I don’t think that’s your order.”
“No?” Matt asks with a raised eyebrow.
“No, I think the lady before you mistook your order.” She explained, taking the cup away from his hand “I overheard your order with your friend earlier, I was queueing behind you. You ordered an americano, right? This is a hot matcha.”
“Oh,” Matt says, feigning surprise “I wouldn’t have known.”
“Yeah.. Here, you can take my americano.” She offers, pushing her cup to his hand “I haven’t touched it or anything, I promise. It’s clean.”
“No, it’s fine I can just ask the barista—” Matt’s words were interrupted when his phone beeped, followed by the automatic reminder: his Conflict of Laws class starts in five minutes “Shit.”
“Yeah, just take it,” She insists “I’ll ask the barista to redo my order. It’s fine, really.”
“Thank you.” Matt says, accepting the warm cup at last “I appreciate it.”
“It’s no big deal.”
Matt wanted to prolong their conversation. She seems to be a genuinely kind person. Had he not been in a rush for being on the other side of the campus and having to come to class on time as Professor Barton would lock the door a second past nine, he would have stayed and continued talking to this one kind soul. At the very least, he would have asked for her name and asked if he could repay her kindness, perhaps with a slice of pizza and cold beer after class. But today isn’t one of those days.
Today is one of those days when he passed by someone he would wish he had more time to spare with. Today is one of those days when he met someone he would think of longer than the time he spent with said person. Today is one of those days when he hoped that he would meet her again.
—-
Her hair was dishevelled. She dares not to look at the time as it would only fuel her anxiety even worse. She planned to have her essays done before the clock strikes nine, but it has been hours since and she could barely call herself half way there.
The bigger side of the library has now turned dark. Students have retreated back to their bedrooms or have found themselves better things to waste the night with. It was Friday, afterall. Most wouldn’t even think of stepping their foot inside for the night, yet here she is, trying her best to stay afloat on the ocean of assignments that she’s evidently drowning in.
But when she was ready to take the consolation prize for being the most pathetic student of the year, a boy took the seat in front of her. He took out the things from his bag—several heavy textbooks and a laptop—as he tried to find comfort on the table, completely oblivious to her presence.
It was that boy. The boy she helped the other day in the cafe. Well, the word help would certainly be an overstatement as she only pointed out that he was holding the wrong order and offered hers in replacement, but she had a slight nervousness in her bones as she felt it was overstepping of her when she offered the proposal, so thinking that she was helping him feels a little rewarding and helped soothe her nerves a little.
She silently stares at him as he continues his work. His fingers trace the braille on his textbooks, mouth slightly moving as he tries to read the passages. The boy was beautiful to say the least. Like a beautiful painting you wouldn’t grow bored of even after hours of staring. The soft light of the library was hitting his face in all the right directions, enhancing his features that truthfully need no betterment yet it accentuates his beauty nonetheless.
Five if not fifteen minutes after her staring, she realises that she has to make her presence known. She wouldn’t want him to be startled if she makes any noises or movements, or worse makes him feel unsafe by her stealthy actions. The last thing she would want is to make him feel like she was a threat instead of a friend.
She taps on the table lightly, catching his attention, “Uh, I just want to let you know that you’re not alone at this table.”
“Oh, right,” The boy answers “Should I move?”
“No, no! I just wanted to let you know, that’s all. Please don’t move.” She says fast.
The boy’s lips curved into a smile but his brows knitted, “I’m sorry, have we met before? You sound familiar.”
“Uh, yeah, I’m the girl from the cafe,” She says, the same uncertainty lacing her tone “I swear I’m not trying to stalk you or anything. I just happen to be in the same place you are for some reason.”
“I never thought of you as one,” The boy says with a smile “I’m Matt, by the way.”
She tells him her name.
Matt whispers her name, letting it roll on his tongue like it’s going to settle for a long time there, “I don’t mean to be rude, but what are you doing in a library on a Friday?”
“The same reason as you have, I’m sure.” She says with a sigh, not wanting to elaborate “What major are you taking?”
“Law, you?”
“International Affairs.” She answered, biting on her pencil as she judged him “Law, huh? Well, aren’t you a smarty pants.”
Matt chuckles. 
Her heart skipped a beat.
Stupid heart.
“Listen,” Matt says after a visible nervous lick of his lips “I hope this isn’t too straight forward, but I really appreciate what you did the other day, and I figured I owe you some form of gratitude, so I was wondering if.. You’d be free some time soon? Maybe this weekend? We can grab some food and sit by the park or do whatever it is you find amusing.”
Her smile grows, “Are you asking me for a date?”
“No, I’m showing you my gratitude,” He argues “But masked as a date, yes.”
It was practically impossible for her to bite down her grin by now. Eternally grateful that most of the lights in the library are out and that he couldn’t see the stupid smile on her face. She was sure that her cheeks were red and that her eyes were as big as puppy’s with how charming Matt is. Exactly how more perfect can the man sitting in front of her be? Beautiful face, delightful talking, and certainly a brilliant mind. At this point he could either be her knight in shining armour or a complete psychopath, no in between.
“So.. Would you have any free time?”
“How’s next week? Friday?”
Matt nods, smiling softly, “Friday it is.”
—-
Days leading up to the date passed as slow as it could get, even when they were spent by meeting her at the library before his night patrols. Matt knew that it was practically wrong of him to insert himself in her life. To come uninvited to her table that night, acting as if he didn’t know it was her nor did he not know of her presence, but in his defence, he didn’t deliberately plan to meet her. It only so happened that he finished his nightly patrol quickly that night and that she was in the library when he initially wanted to spend the rest of the night finishing his paperworks.
At that moment, he thought that God was aligning their stars. It wasn’t everyday that he had the urge to finish patrol early. It wasn’t everynight that he wanted to spend the rest of the night in the library. It certainly wasn’t every Friday that he would find her there. In fact, he couldn’t recall if she’s ever been to the library before. He would’ve caught the familiarity of her scent at the cafe if she was a regular there.
Though Matt knew that he couldn’t offer much to her, not his full time nor attention as they’re both reserved to keeping Hell’s Kitchen a little safer each night, Matt was willing to give everything he has left to get to know her better. It wasn’t everyday he could meet someone who would treat her with kindness that is pacifying without any hint of humiliation. She knows just the right amount of care to show without having to walk on eggshells around him and that’s something Matt very much appreciates.
All of it felt like it was meant to be. That he was meant to get that wrong order and that she was to intervene and rescue him from that God awful latte. It felt like he was meant to go to the library that night and meet her once again. And it certainly felt like their date tonight was meant to happen.
“Oh, this is gold,” She moans as she takes another bite of their pizza.
Matt smiles, satisfied to hear her blissful commentary, “It’s good, isn’t it?”
“The best,” She says shortly. There was a sudden silence from her and Matt wonders if something had happened but she quickly speaks “Uh, you’ve got.. Um, you’ve got some sauce on your lips.”
“Yeah?” Matt asks, his free hand wiping the sides of his lips.
“It’s still there. I think it’s dried a little,” She says, that hint of uncertainty reappearing in her voice “Can I just?”
“Yeah, go for it.”
And she wipes the corner of his lips gently. The warmth of his skin was in contrast to the cold wind that gushed their way and it only amplified the butterflies in her stomach as their skin made contact. Supposed he felt the unexpected jolt of electricity too because his jaw tenses a little before he lets out a sigh when she finishes wiping his lips.
“Thanks.” Matt whispers with a smile.
She didn’t say a word, only humming a little to show response.
Had Matt not have his heightened senses, he would have thought that something wrong happened but he could hear the not-so-steady beat of her heart and how her body heat rises a little. She was just nervous, just as much, if not less erratic than he is. If only she could feel his heart and hear just how loudly it’s beating right now, acting as if it’s trying to burst forth his ribcage, she would perhaps feel a little less agitated.
It was too soon to say, but Matt couldn’t ignore all the blissful connections they’ve shared. He felt as if he’s finally met his match. The knot to his strings, the solace to his rage. He knew that there’s still so many layers of himself that he’s yet to show her, the sides of Matt Murdock and Daredevil that he’s yet to expose to her, but for reasons he couldn’t explain, he felt like he could take his time and savour the moment as it unfolds.
A little egoistic of him, but what exactly can he do at the time?
“This is great,” She says, breaking his train of thought “I very much enjoyed tonight.”
“Oh no, are we reaching the end of the night?”
“No,” She chuckles, shaking her head “I just wanted to say it, just in case I forget to and you wonder if I’m having a great time or not.”
Matt grins, his heart swells in pride and joy, “I’m having a great time, too.”
The night passes far too fast for either of their liking. There seems to be a never ending topic for the both of them to discuss. From the major they’re taking, their roommates, down to how honking your car is illegal here in New York, everything feels like an interesting subject to dissect. Like an overflowing flow of soft ripples that hit your ankles on the beach shore. Soothing and intriguing at the same time.
Both their feet now carry them around the city, directionless yet certainly not lost. She was clutching on his arm, trying to make sure that he wouldn’t trip as they walked through the park and around the neighbourhood. For most it would certainly be the most bland date as neither of them knew where to go nor what to do, but neither of them had any complaints. It was perfect as it is.
Until it wasn’t.
Matt could feel the sudden spike of her heartbeat. Whoever it is that’s standing by the porch, whoever’s house party it is that they stumbled upon, she certainly didn’t have any intention to join nor stopped by at it, yet from the sweat that’s starting to build on her skin, he knew that she has to.
“About time you appear!” Some girl yells, clearly directed at her.
“Shoot,” She mutters, sounding like she was caught red handed over some crime he wasn’t sure about “She’s going to have my head on a spike for this one.”
“Is everything okay?” Matt asks, his brows knitted in confusion.
“Yeah, it’s just my friend’s birthday and I— Fuck,” She curses, running a hand through her hair “I completely forgot it’s today.”
Matt forces a smile, “It’s fine, we can call it a night.”
“No, I’ll be right back,” She whispers to him, squeezing his arm a little before she jogs a little to the group of people on the porch.
“Oh, you’re in so much trouble,” One of the girls says as she approaches them “Gaby’s been asking for you for hours! Your phone’s dead, we couldn’t reach you—,”
“I know, I know, I’m sorry,” She apologises, she was honest with her apology, Matt could hear it in her heartbeat “I completely forgot about her birthday party, and I double booked tonight, and I just—”
“So you chose to bail on your best friend's birthday instead?” Her friend argues.
“I mean, he’s cute, I would totally bail on Gaby’s birthday too,” Her other friend commented, making Matt smile a little “Who’s he? I didn’t know you’re seeing someone.”
“I— It’s a long story, okay? I’ll tell you guys later,” She frantically says, trying to save herself from the wrath of her friends “I’ll call it a night with him. Please don’t tell Gaby that I forgot about her birthday, okay? Just tell her I overslept or something.”
Matt bites the inner of his cheek. One of the downplay of hearing every and each conversation others have is knowing what’s to come before it actually hits you. Sure it might come as useful for certain times, but Matt was reluctant to bid his goodbye just yet. He wanted the night to last just a little bit longer, to feel her presence just a few hours longer and to walk around with her just a few miles further. Now it’s clear that he would have to scrape those desires off of his list.
“I am so so so sorry about this,” She says as she comes close to him, her words dripping with regret and guilt “I completely forgot about her birthday party and I just— God, we should’ve taken a left from that park.”
Matt chuckles, “We should have, yeah.”
“I’m really sorry,” She says once again “I’d invite you in but I don’t know how Gaby would react with me being four hours late to her birthday party and I really don’t want you to be trialled for it with me.”
“I understand, don’t worry about it.”
“God, I’m really the biggest arsehole there is, huh?”
“For now, yes,” Matt jests “But don’t worry about it. I had a great time.”
“I had a great time, too. Do you.. Do you know the way back?”
Matt nods, “I’ll manage.”
“Okay,” She smiles apologetically, clearly not wanting to part either yet her feet are already moving towards the house as her friends continue to call for her “I’m really sorry, Matt. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”
Once again, Matt nods and smiles.
He turns his body away from the house, retracing his way back to the campus. Sure it wasn’t the most ideal way to end their date, he feels like he could and deserves to yell a bit to her friends for stealing her away from him ever so rudely like that, but he figures that he’s had his fair share of her tonight. He reminds himself that it was a Friday night. It was honestly a little too good to be true for someone as delightful as her to have her night free of dates and appointments, so to find out that she’s actually booked for a party is certainly not much of a surprise. Matt only wished that he didn’t know it the way he did.
They certainly should’ve taken a left from the park and avoided this neighbourhood altogether.
“Wait, Matt!”
Matt’s pace was put to a halt. He turns back to face the direction of her voice. He could hear her slight pants and the slight jog she made toward him. A small smile returned to his face, “Yes?”
“You surely didn’t think I’d let you go without a kiss, did you?” She asks, her breathing fickle from the short exercise “Or did you not want one?”
“I’d love one,” He says fast “Please.”
Matt’s grip on his cane tightened a little as she took a step closer. She places her arms around his shoulders and Matt swore he suddenly forgets what’s to do with his limbs. He wasn’t sure if he should put his hands on her waist or should he keep still. It was very much out of character for him. He’s had kisses before, had dates with plenty of other girls, but how is it that he has no idea how to act when it comes to her?
When their lips met, Matt swears that he could climb the Empire State Building with his bare hands. It was an uneventful kiss, certainly not the most creative that he’s ever had, but the electricity he felt was beyond compare. It was as if the kisses he’s had before were mere teasers to what it truly is. Like he was deprived of something he’s been so hungry from. Like he was deprived of her.
“I had a great time tonight,” She says as they part, sounding as if the kiss didn’t just flip her whole world upside down like it did to him “I’ll see you soon?”
“Tomorrow,” He promises “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Okay,” She agrees through her smile “Goodnight, Matt.”
“Goodnight.”
—-
She chews on her lower lip as if determined to make them bleed once again. Her eyes were glued to the clock, watching as it ticks with each second instead of averting her focus back to the papers on her table. Finishing her tasks prove to be a more challenging issue to tackle with each passing day.
Before she knew it, it was already Thursday. Matt promised to meet her the next day after their date, yet such a promise was never fulfilled. She figured that he might just have to do a rain check about their meeting, perhaps having some last minute task that he has to finish before the weekend ended, but even when Monday comes, he still was a no show.
Sorry, something happened. Will be in touch once it’s resolved. M
Now what should a girl do with such a short message?
Each day she would wake up early to go to the cafe where they first met and each noon when her classes were finished, she would try to run herself to the library, hoping that he would magically pop up out of nowhere like he did the very first night they met. Those efforts prove to be no avail as the expected man never bothered to make an entrance.
She wonders if their abrupt separation was what caused him to ghost her. She argues, the kiss they shared should’ve been enough to make him overlook the unpleasant farewell. It was much more than enough for her end, but could it be that it wasn’t the same for him? Could it be that he was more baffled about her last minute dick move that he decided to cut it off? Could it be that he’s had enough of her?
“Is this seat reserved?”
Her head perched up, excited to hear the familiar voice that she so missed about, “Unfortunately, yes. It’s been reserved for a week, actually.”
Matt shows an apologetic smile, “Is it still reserved?”
“Depends,” She teases, closing her laptop as she realises that there would be no work done for the rest of the night “If the culprit could explain and give a life-threatening excuse to save himself, I suppose he can still claim his reservation.”
“What if he could only offer an apology and say that he’s desperately sorry for being a douche?”
“No explanation?”
Matt hesitates, “No, none that he could disclose.”
“Not even a little?”
“I—,” Matt licks his bottom lip. It was a habit he does whenever he’s nervous, she notices. He takes the seat and rests his white cane on the side of the table. He looks troubled, like he’s trying to piece words in his mind that he’s not familiar with “Look, I.. I don’t exactly have any explanations to give you. I just.. I have been away. And I fear that I will have to be away for more times than I’d like in the future.”
She remains quiet, listening and watching as he tries to speak.
“I like you, a lot. We had the best date of my life last week, but I don’t think I have what you’re looking for,” He continues, looking conflicted and hurt with his own words “I just— I’m sorry, I really hope I could give more than what I have, but at the same time, I selfishly don’t want to lose you either so if we could just— If we could just be friends, I think I would like that very much.”
Matt could sense the piqued beating of her heart. The news he came to bear was certainly bitter, even more to him than her if he could only be so honest. But what happened earlier this week made him realise that he wasn’t in a position to be in a relationship with anyone. Especially not with someone who looks like she’s willing to go the extra mile for him.
It was supposed to be an easy rescue mission. Some petty robbery that happened on some dingy alley of Hell’s Kitchen that he expected to be settled an hour at most, only to turn out to be a complicated one as he came home with more bruises and wounds than he could count. He had to once again lie to Foggy and say that he was the one being robbed by a group of thugs in order to be able to go to their dorm room and sleep in. But as the lies roll off of his tongue, Matt realises that she would be another person he would have to lie to everytime he comes back bruised from a patrol. She would be another person he would have to deceive with excuses that never truly touch the truth. She would be another tally in his long list of people to ask forgiveness from.
And that’s something he doesn’t think he could live in for long.
So he figured to lock himself inside for a couple of days until his bruises heal. He refuses to meet her when he’s still littered with wounds he couldn’t explain to her about. Even when his finger itches to text her, even when his feet were begging him to let them carry him to the library, even when he was yearning for him more than ever, Matt has to hold himself within the walls of his dorm room that feels like they’re closing in with every passing day.
Now that he finally looks decent enough to go back to his classes, he finally gathered the guts to see and talk to her. There was a mix of bittersweet feelings when he sensed her sitting by their table alone. Relieved to know that she’s waiting, yet sorry that he has to come bearing bad news.
“I.. I don’t know what to say,” She says, blinking rapidly as she tries to digest his words “Are you in some kind of trouble, Matt? You can talk to me if you are. We can try and figure it out.”
“No, no, I’m fine,” He answers “It’s more of a.. Me thing. I just have to deal with some things first.”
She nods, feeling a hint of grief pooling in her heart, “I see.”
There was a pause. Neither have the slightest idea to go forward from this. Both clearly want to continue whatever it is they left off, but they’re truly on a stalemate here, aren’t they? What could she do when he’s asked her to let this go and stay as friends instead? What could he do when he wanted to have her close but only have just started to be the Daredevil? What could they do when they have so much to say yet so little to share?
“I’m really sorry,” Matt says instead.
“No, I understand,” She shakes her head, forcing a smile “Friends it is, then.”
And so it begins. The never ending loop of wasting each other’s time for the sake of wasting time. The never ending cycle of stealing a brush of the other’s hand under the table for the sake of accidental touches. The never ending series of pouring each others’ heart through the stories they share just for the sake of sharing. Always more than what friends do, but never less than what lovers should.
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rottenpumpkin13 · 9 months ago
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Does Zack like coffee? How does he take it?
Other firsts/seconds/grunts/ Crisis Core ppl?
Zack: He grew up in the sweltering heat of Gongaga, so he's automatically a sucker for cold drinks. He drinks iced coffee, drowned in so much syrup, whipped cream, and sprinkles that it barely qualifies as coffee anymore.
Genesis: Prefers his coffee piping hot and complex, orders the most elaborate concoctions like a triple-shot caramel cappuccino made with special roasted beans, steamed soy milk, extra foam, an sprinkle of cinnamon and a generous drizzle of Banora White syrup, finished with a dollop of diet whipped cream, dusted with more cinnamon, chocolate shavings and a pinch of sea salt to enhance the flavor.
Sephiroth: Hojo never allowed Sephiroth to have caffeine, so when he leaves the labs, Genesis and Angeal introduce him to the joys of coffee. He quickly develops a love for coffee mixed with milk and sweetened with honey—simple and comforting.
Angeal: He thinks those elaborate coffee orders are "not real coffee", so he sticks to good old fashioned homemade brewed coffee. He drinks it from a goofy mug Zack once got him for his birthday that reads "Tired mother of three" in bright colors.
Cloud: Not very fond of coffee, prefers a cup of hot milk with honey. But he'll occasionally sip on coffee socially, masking a grimace and pretending he enjoys it.
NOTABLE MENTIONS
• The coffee machine in the SOLDIER break room that has broken down more times than anyone can count, and when it does work, the coffee is either too bitter or tastes like it was brewed in a dirty sock. Lazard refuses to replace it, claiming it's "character-building," and punishment for whoever broke it the first time by brewing coffee with energy drink (spoiler, it was Zack).
• The rumor that Rufus drinks imported coffee beans out of a solid gold mug.
• The jar of instant coffee that was sitting in the break room cupboard, unopened, until Zack poured milk into it, shook it, and downed it in one go. He managed to finish all his reports and paperwork within 30 minutes.
• The rumor that Sephiroth and Genesis spike their morning coffees, after a witness claimed to have seen Genesis remove a flask from his coat pocket and pour it into their cups in the elevator. (Spoiler: it was Banora White juice).
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esoteric-space · 8 months ago
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The Loveland Pit Stop
The night of Christmas Eve had worn thin enough to see Christmas morning threatening on the horizon when I spotted the Loveland Pit Stop sign floating in the dark. The harsh fluorescent lights buzzed with a peculiar frequency, a sound somewhere between electricity and insect wings. It was an unusual stop on a routine trip. The coffee from three states ago had worn off, leaving behind a metallic taste and a tremor in my hands. I looked around at the parking lot full of cars as I pumped gas into my car.
In the fogged windows of the convenience store, Christmas lights hung unevenly across the dusty frames, their strands drooping where the tape had surrendered to gravity. A few bulbs flickered reluctantly, their dull hues lingering just a moment too long before fading, while others stayed stubbornly dark, leaving gaps in the rhythm. The fog on the glass softened the glow into muted pastels, blending reds, greens, and blues into a lethargic kaleidoscope, as if the lights themselves bore the weight of the empty hours.
Mom's kitchen light would be on, even this early. She’d wake up before dawn to bake, the smell of sugar and cinnamon curling through the house like a warm embrace, spilling out into the frosty air when she opened the door to greet me. It was a ritual as constant as the seasons, her way of holding onto something in a world that kept changing. 
The pump clicked at $14.08. The automatic doors parted with a whisper.
Inside, the fluorescent lights took on a pallid hue, casting a stark glare over the scuffed grey linoleum floor, amplifying the wear on every surface. The store's air was thick, almost syrupy with the artificial pine scent of holiday air fresheners mixed with something older and sweeter, like decades of coffee spilled in places no one had looked. Shelves line the narrow aisles, their contents arranged in a haphazard attempt at abundance: bags of chips with crinkled, faded packaging lean against each other, off-brand candies sit under a faint sheen of dust, and energy drinks in mismatched rows add a pop of color to the otherwise muted display. A whirring cooler hums faintly from the back, where pre-made sandwiches and cartons of milk crowd under a dim light that flickers intermittently. 
I grabbed a basket, its metal edges cold and rough, and moved through the aisles to begin my routine: powdered donuts that Mom pretends to hate but always snags from my bag, a bottle of Advil to stave off the headache crawling steadily behind my eyes, and coffee to fill the hollow ache left by hours of highway monotony. My footsteps echoed oddly, the sound arriving a fraction too late as I moved through the store grabbing the items. 
As I reached for the coffee station at the back, a row of cheap Santa plush toys loomed on a nearby shelf, their beady plastic eyes locked on me as I stood in front of the coffee machine. The digital display didn’t greet me with the usual cheerful prompts for dark roast or decaf but instead cycled through an erratic cascade of random numbers, each flickering with unsettling speed. I tapped the screen once, then again, harder, but it didn’t respond, the numbers continuing their frantic, nonsensical dance. A faint hum came from the machine, a sound that seemed to rise and fall in uneven waves, as if the display itself were breathing.
Turning toward the counter to look for help, I paused as I noticed that the cash register sat unattended. I slowly walked to the front, the air near the register felt heavier, cooler somehow. I froze, my fingers curling tighter around the handle of the basket until the metal bit into my skin. My breath caught in my throat, the faintest puff of it visible in the suddenly cool air. The chair’s slow, almost deliberate sway pulled my gaze, each creak of its movement stretching the silence into something alive. The radio sputtered, a warped voice crooning half a line of a carol before dissolving into static that sounded like someone trying to whisper in my ear. The chair behind it, slightly askew, swayed just barely as if someone had vacated it a moment too soon.
My eyes drifted to the counter, where an abandoned name tag glimmered faintly under the flickering fluorescent lights. The letters blurred and twisted, rearranging themselves into shapes that looked familiar but meant nothing, like the remnants of a dream slipping through my fingers. My pulse thudded in my ears, louder than the soft hum of the cooler or the faint ticking of the coffee machine behind me. I took a step back, my sneakers catching on the sticky floor, the sound echoing loudly in the empty store. 
"Hello?" My voice fell flat, absorbed by the dense, peppermint-saturated air, leaving behind an unnatural stillness that prickled at the edges of my senses. No hum of the cooler or the faint ticking of the coffee machine.
From somewhere in the back came a faint, unsettling sound—a dry, deliberate scrape, like paper being torn one agonizing fiber at a time. The coffee machine sputtered and gurgled, breaking the silence in uneven, wet gasps. My eyes darted toward its polished stainless-steel surface, catching the faint shimmer of my reflection. It was there, but wrong. Its head tilted slightly, almost curiously, dark eyes narrowing with a piercing intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. The stare was unyielding, searching, as though it were peeling back layers I didn’t even know were there. Then, it smiled.
My chest tightened, and my breath hitched as I stumbled back, the basket slipping from my trembling hands. Powdered donuts rolled across the linoleum, leaving trails of sugar-white dust that seemed stark against the dingy floor. The reflection didn’t flinch as I did. It stopped smiling, leaning closer to the polished metal surface, its hand raising slowly as though reaching for me. My own hand twitched in response, drawn by an inexplicable pull toward the gesture.
Behind the reflection, something shifted. Other faces began to appear—versions of me, emerging one after the other, their features faint and fragmented, like sketches left unfinished. Their presence was a ripple, each one more translucent, more fractured than the last.
"Hello?" I said again, my voice thin and wavering. The word felt hollow, swallowed by the thick air pressing in around me.
The reflection’s lips moved silently, mouthing words I couldn’t hear. My heart hammered as I instinctively stepped closer, the movement automatic, detached from any conscious choice. It leaned in, its hand sliding down the coffee machine’s surface, leaving streaks in the condensation like tears trailing down glass.
Then its head snapped up, the motion sudden and sharp, locking its gaze onto mine. The air seemed to collapse, crushing and heavy, as the faces behind it stirred. One by one, they pressed their hands against the invisible walls of their prisons, their eyes wide with recognition—and terror. Their mouths opened, straining in silent screams that I couldn’t hear but could feel, reverberating like static deep in my chest. I wanted to scream too, to break the suffocating silence, but my voice stayed buried, trapped beneath the weight of a truth I couldn’t name.
I turned and ran toward the exit, but the automatic doors didn’t budge. Their glass panes remained sealed, fogging over as though something outside was breathing heavily against them. Panic surged as I banged against the doors, the dull thud of my fists swallowed by the dense air. I grabbed a magazine rack and swung it against the glass, desperation driving my arms. The rack clattered to the floor, its metal legs bending uselessly, but the doors didn’t even crack.
Gasping, I turned back to the coffee machine, my heart pounding in my ears. Its surface reflected only the dimly lit store now, empty and still, as if nothing had ever been wrong. But the silence wasn’t clean; it carried an edge, a tension strung tight like an invisible wire.
The radio crackled suddenly, the static from earlier flipping through fractured bursts of sound. Voices rose and fell, overlapping incoherently until they steadied, just for a moment. A smooth, familiar voice emerged mid-line, carrying a haunting resonance that prickled along my spine.
“You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave.”
In that moment, the store stretched around me, aisles elongating into infinite corridors of fluorescent-lit limbo. My reflection watched with patient understanding as reality peeled away like old wallpaper, revealing the void beneath. The last thing I saw before the world inverted was my own face, watching from behind the glass, eyes filled with a horror I would soon learn to understand.
Then I was nothing. Not darkness - darkness requires eyes to perceive it. Not silence - silence needs ears to notice its weight. I became an absence, a space between thoughts in a mind that no longer existed. Perhaps I floated there for eons, or for the length of a single heartbeat. Perhaps I had always been there, would always be there, in that infinite moment between being and becoming. Time has no meaning here. Until it does. 
Reality flickered back like a fluorescent bulb catching current, starting with the soft whisper of automatic doors. And suddenly there I was, watching myself walk in with tired eyes and trembling hands, moving with hesitation. Christmas lights hung in the same uneven pattern, their strands drooping where tape had surrendered to gravity. The same burnt out bulbs. The fog on the windows softened their glow into the same muted pastels I remembered. The magazine rack I'd hurled at the glass lay undisturbed in its place, metal legs unbent, covers glossy under the fluorescent lights. The windows showed no sign of my desperate attempts to break them. It was as if none of it had happened.
Or perhaps it hadn't happened yet…
I looked toward the counter where I’d seen the abandoned name tag, the swaying chair. There had never been anyone there, I realized now—not tonight. Not any night. I watched myself scan the empty store, remembering how wrong everything felt in that first moment. My hands pressed against the cold surface of the coffee machine, desperate to warn, to prevent what was coming. But like all the others trapped here, I could only follow the script written in time itself. Powdered donuts, Advil, coffee.
I tilted my head, intrigued by the figure approaching, the way her movements carried the weight of something unresolved. I’d seen myself countless times in reflections, but this was different. It was me—my face, my body—alive and moving, untethered from the glass. A rush of fascination gripped me, a strange, giddy curiosity at seeing myself from this side. My breath caught as our eyes met, and for a moment, I simply stared, taking in the contours of a face I knew so intimately yet had never truly seen. I couldn’t help it—I smiled, a quiet, absurd acknowledgment of the moment. The ridiculousness of seeing myself, real and tangible, yet out of reach, tugged at the corners of my mouth like a private joke only I could understand.
The basket slipped, powdered donuts rolling across the linoleum, leaving trails of dust. I pressed closer to my side of the surface, my palm trailing against the cold, smooth barrier as I leaned in.
I watched as I took an involuntary step forward, my movement mirroring mine, both of us caught in the same gravitational pull I remembered all too well. Desperation tingled at the edges of my thoughts—I wanted to warn myself, to break through the glass with something louder than my helpless smile. But the absurdity of it lingered, that same hollow truth whispering that I’d already tried—and failed—before.
A whispered "Hello?" vibrated through the metal between us. I tried to speak, to warn, but my words dissolved into nothingness. When I dragged my fingers across the surface, they left trails in the condensation—proof that I existed here, in this impossible space behind the glass, where warm breath could still meet cold metal. I looked at how the droplets floated against an invisible barrier from my new perspective. Then I looked up sharply, meeting eyes that still held questions I now knew the answers to.
Behind me, countless versions of myself pressed against the boundaries of their reflections; their presence hummed like static electricity against my skin. Their horror, fascination, and acceptance rippled through me like emotions I had already felt or was yet to feel. The air grew thick as reality folded around me. The fluorescent lights above flickered in a rhythm that felt like language, shadows bending and twisting against the edges of the store. Soon, I would join the reflections again, another fragment in the endless choreography of fractured time.
I wondered if anything truly existed beyond these doors anymore. If somewhere, beyond this pocket of frozen time, Mom's kitchen light actually burned—its warm glow cutting through the predawn darkness like it always had, like it always should. If she was still waiting, moving between window and oven in an eternal rhythm, for a Christmas morning that would never quite reach dawn. If any morning still existed at all.
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Essential Kitchen Appliances for 2024
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The kitchen serves as the heartbeat of any home, and the right appliances can transform cooking and meal preparation into a seamless experience. In this blog post, we’ll delve into the top 10 indispensable kitchen appliances for 2024, uniting functionality, innovation, and style.
Intelligent Refrigerators:
Revolutionizing the kitchen landscape, smart refrigerators boast touchscreens, Wi-Fi connectivity, and cameras for remote fridge content viewing. With features like food inventory tracking and recipe suggestions, these appliances redefine grocery management.
2. Induction Cooktops:
Efficient and precise, induction cooktops use electromagnetic technology for rapid heating and accurate temperature control. With safety features like automatic shut-off and cool-to-touch surfaces, they add a sleek and energy-efficient touch to any kitchen.
3. Air Fryers:
Embracing health-conscious cooking, air fryers use minimal oil and hot air circulation to produce crispy, delicious meals without excess grease. Versatile in functionality, they can fry, bake, grill, and roast a wide array of dishes.
4. Sous Vide Machines:
Bringing professional cooking techniques to homes, sous vide machines ensure even cooking and optimal flavor retention through precise temperature control in a water bath. Perfect for preparing anything from steak and chicken to vegetables and desserts.
5. Smart Coffee Makers:
A game-changer for coffee enthusiasts, smart coffee makers offer remote control via smartphone or voice commands, ensuring a perfect cup every time with customizable brewing settings and scheduled brewing.
6. Multi-Cookers:
Streamline your cooking routine with multi-cookers, combining the functions of a pressure cooker, slow cooker, rice cooker, steamer, and more in one convenient device. Programmable settings and automated cooking programs simplify preparation.
7. Smart Dishwashers:
Automated dishwashing is here with smart dishwashers that sense load size, choose wash cycles, and notify you when dishes are clean. Energy-efficient and environmentally friendly, these appliances save time in the kitchen.
8. High-Speed Blenders:
Upgrade your blending experience with powerful high-speed blenders that can pulverize fruits, vegetables, and ice in seconds. Variable speed control and pre-programmed settings add convenience and versatility to your culinary creations.
9. Wi-Fi Enabled Ovens:
Control your oven remotely with Wi-Fi-enabled ovens, featuring intuitive touchscreens, recipe integration, and real-time cooking progress monitoring. Baking and roasting become seamless experiences with these smart appliances.
10. Ninja Creami:
Experience the joy of making homemade ice cream in seconds with the Ninja Creami. Offering versatility, healthier ingredient options, and family-friendly fun, it’s a valuable addition for those who love creating their own frozen treats.
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lorichu · 2 years ago
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The Spice of Life
I don't usually do anything with prompt lists, or post any full chapters here, but even so, here we are! I've seen some works based off bittykimmy13's Promptober list, and decided to pick a word (Spice in this case) to write something with. If you're interested in more with these characters, you can check out their gallery over on my dA account. Enjoy, and thanks for reading!
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The late afternoon rain storm had brought the steady flow of business into the coffee shop to a dead stop. Lyra had been out on the counter for a while now, but as the final hour dragged on, she was ready to exchange the colder, professional comfort of the coffee shop for the warmth and intimacy of their home upstairs. Though he was more immune to the disconnect between the spaces after having grown up in them, John was very much of the same mind.
Keeping his hand loosely draped around the tiny woman, John grabbed his phone and stared blanky at the time displayed on the screen. He chuckled to himself and immediately caught Lyra's eye when he looked back at her. "What do you say to one last drink before we start shutting down?"
"Oh, sure," Lyra answered automatically, "but..." She glanced off to the side and did a quick sweep of the shop. "Do you think this time I could make it for you?"
John snapped to attention and rapidly blinked his eyes. "Um, I mean, I guess...? But why would you want to?"
Now that his hand had pulled away the only source of heat warming Lyra was the blush streaking across her face. "Pam's been teaching me," she confessed. "I know how all the machines work, but I'd never tried to use them on my own, so she helped me figure it out." Lowering her gaze, the Mintran woman shuffled her feet. "It's stupid, but since I can't really do much else for you, I... I at least wanted to be able to make you a cup of coffee."
His heart a puddle on the floor, John's smile lit up the room. "How can I refuse an offer like that?" Leaning in closer to kiss the top of her head, he knelt down to look her in the eye. "Is there anything you need me to do?"
Lyra lifted her head slowly as she wrung her hands. "Just pick whatever mug you want to use and put it right there." She gestured down the counter, over to the space right in front of the towering carafes.
While John did as she asked, Lyra rushed back over to the birdhouse, maintaining her momentum as she leapt up to the entrance. She was only inside for a couple of seconds, then reappeared with her tool bag slung over her shoulder and her apron already on. Not wanting to be in her way, John backed up and watched in awed curiosity as she finished putting herself together.
'You know what you're doing,' Lyra told herself as she started marching towards the mug. 'Just like you practiced. You got this.'
As she reached the carafes, Lyra slowed to a stop by the corner of the coffee machine. It still irked her that she couldn't use the massive piece of machinery, but she and Pam had come up with a good enough alternative. Reaching into her bag for her normal climbing rope, she pulled something else out with it that John had to squint to make out. It was a small, rounded magnet, which she secured to the hook on the end. She swung the weighted end back and forth a few times before tossing it up over her head. There was a thunk as the magnet hit its mark, and after getting a running start, Lyra climbed up the side of the machine without missing a beat.
A flick of her wrist detached the hook from the magnet, and Lyra looped the rope over her shoulder as she got situated on top of the Dark Roast carafe. The mug John had chosen wasn't exactly in position under the pump, but she had a solution for that as well. Planting her feet as best she could, Lyra lowered the hooked end of the rope and began gently swinging it like a pendulum. Once its arc was big enough to reach the mug's handle she flicked the rope, twisting the hook so it caught the ceramic. All her strength was needed to pull the mug into the right spot, and with another expertly precise flick the hook came free.
Lyra dared to glance up at John, and almost immediately she wished she hadn't. His jaw was hanging slack, and his bright blue eyes were wider than she'd ever seen them. The blush creeping over her face made her heart skip a beat, and despite her strong stance she felt her knees wobble. 'Focus,' she scolded herself. 'You're not done yet.'
The carafe's pump needed nothing less than her full weight to press, and while she didn't need to jump on it, Lyra took great care while using it. Once the mug was mostly filled she took a step back, using the brief pause to catch her breath. Out of the corner of her eye she saw John start to move closer with his hand raised. Firing a sharp glare his way, Lyra quickly shook her head. He arched an eyebrow, then slowly backed up to his previous spot by the other counter. She sent him a quick smile before returning to task.
After hooking the magnet again, Lyra was back on the countertop. Her gaze had followed John and was now locked on the flavored syrups lining the counter behind him. This was always her least favorite part, but she knew she could do it. A deep breath didn't quite fully steel her nerves, and she tightened her grip on the rope. Now she was twirling the hooked end in a tight, vertical circle beside her, picking up speed with each rotation. When she eventually let it go, it flew across the chasm and latched securely onto the topmost drawer's handle, just like she'd planned.
She'd expected John's started gasp when she took a running jump off the counter, but it was honestly astonishing that he didn't try to grab her out of the air. He watched transfixed as she climbed the rope while she fell, which adjusted her trajectory at the same time. When she reached the opposite side, she was most of the way to the handle, and hadn't smacked into the drawers like John had feared. His heart was still pounding as she clambered up to the countertop. She ducked behind the syrups' shelves to grab a small, lidded vessel, then continued her ascent between the glass bottles. He was too busy watching Lyra's graceful movements to pay close enough attention to which flavors she was getting, but in the end he didn't really care. Whatever she ended up making, he was going to drink it.
Unbeknownst to either of them, someone else was in the shop. Bret had been upstairs helping Pam move some furniture and had wanted to check in with his friends to lend a hand closing up for the day. However, as he watched Lyra move about the much larger space, he'd become just as entranced.
In all the years he'd known Lyra, and all the things he'd watched her do, Bret had never seen her like this.
'Everything she used to do was out of necessity,' he mumbled. 'Every move she made was calculated just so to be precisely what she needed, and nothing more. Anything extra would just been wasting energy she needed to survive the night...' Bret's heart lurched. 'We all would've punished any kind of expression. It'd have been more fuel, something else to twist and use against her to get what we wanted.'
But right now, in this moment, the smaller woman truly looked alive. She carried her freedom in her shoulders as much as she wore it in her smile. By simply being given the opportunity to exist, she'd found a place to thrive.
Hollowness settled deep in Bret's stomach. 'It's amazing there was anything left of her when John got there,' he muttered bitterly. 'We were killing her in every other way, but he still found something to resuscitate. He's a stronger person than I could ever hope to be. They both are.'
Lyra screwed the lid back on to her container before carefully maneuvering her way down the final bottle. Gathering up her rope again, she repeated her trip back to the main counter. She set the container next to the mug and strolled away with purpose. With a mixing spoon braced against her shoulder, Lyra attached her hook onto the grating of the coffee machine's drip tray and used the rope to repel down to the small fridge built into the cabinet. Once again, she needed her entire body to open the door, creating a gap just big enough for her to slip through.
Curiosity finally got the better of John. He crouched down and opened the fridge's door the rest of the way so he could see inside. Somehow Lyra had pried the lid off the container of extra whipping cream and was now wielding a generous spoonful of it. She replaced the lid and climbed back out with the spoon carefully balanced between her arms. Instead of making her struggle through closing the fridge on her own, John pushed the door shut once her rope was clear. A silent look passed between them, but there was a glimmer of appreciation in that small pair of gray eyes.
Hefting the spoon back onto her shoulder, Lyra marched down the counter to the still steaming mug. She set the spoon down for a moment and rushed over to the containers of dry seasonings to grab the cinnamon. Its unruly size made portioning a problem, but she was able to measure out what she wanted. That went into the coffee first, then the syrups, and finally the spoonful of whipping cream. Leaving the utensil submerged, Lyra stirred the cup like it was a cauldron, looking very much the part of a tired but pleased witch. Once the ingredients had been fully mixed she removed the spoon, tapped it on the mug's rim for good measure, and backed away to present the beverage.
John had completely forgotten that she was making something for him to drink and didn't actually return to reality until she nervously cleared her throat. Rushing over he scooped the mug up in both hands and happily took a sip.
He immediately straightened up, his eyebrows rising almost clean off his face. Subtle notes of spice blended beautifully with the soft cream and sharp cranberry to create a flavor unlike anything he'd ever tasted. "Lyra, this is good. Like, really good," John chuckled. "Did you come up with this on your own?"
Long strands of her blonde hair fell into a shielding curtain as she dropped her gaze, but it couldn't fully hide her blush. "Pam helped a little, but it was mostly me."
John took a longer drink, savoring the unique taste and letting the heat spread out to warm his entire body. On its own it was phenomenal, but the fact that Lyra crafted it herself made it taste that much sweeter. Lowering the mug, he gazed longingly at the woman still doing her best to avoid looking directly at him. "We should write this down," he said in a softer voice. "I'd hate to lose it."
"Your mom already took care of that." Lyra glanced up slowly, meeting John's eye without flinching away. "I-I... If you liked it, I wanted to say that you could sell it to customers too, i-if you thought it was good enough for that..." She shuffled her feet and brought her hands together. "I know all your specialty drinks have names, so I tried my best to think of one, a-and thought that maybe "All Nighter" would work, but you can name it something better if you don't like that."
The mug landed with a heavy clunk when John set it down on the counter. His freed hands were headed straight for Lyra. "No, it's all perfect. Just like you."
Instead of welcoming his very obvious affections, Lyra loudly cleared her throat and took a deliberate step backwards. Her eyes stayed locked on his, except to dart off to her left in a subtle play to direct his attention. Following the motion, John finally realized that they weren't as alone as he'd assumed.
"O-Oh, um, Bret. Hey..." he mumbled, pulling back from Lyra as well. They tried to keep their PDA minimal to the point of nonexistent around their former museum coworker more out of convenience than anything else. It wasn't likely that Bret would ever press either of them for more details about their relationship, but that didn't mean they would willingly hand that information over either.
Called out and fully embarrassed that he'd been watching for so long, Bret shifted backwards as well and lifted a hand to rub the back of his neck. "Yeah, um, hi. I'd finished helping your mom, so I came back to see if you wanted any help t-too." He inched along the wall slowly until he reached the corner. "I, um, could start on the bathroom..." Without needing to look behind him, Bret opened the door and ducked inside without a word.
John's hand was already mostly around Lyra milliseconds after they were alone again. Fingers curled to delicately support her weight as she was lifted off her feet. Waiting for her was a pair of blue eyes as deep as the ocean and twice as beautiful. They beheld her so tenderly as John leaned in to kiss her.
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Best Kitchen Appliances for Small Spaces: Maximizing Efficiency
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In today's compact living environments, maximizing kitchen space while maintaining functionality and efficiency is essential. Choosing the right kitchen appliances for small spaces can significantly enhance your cooking experience and streamline daily tasks. This guide explores essential appliances designed to fit seamlessly into smaller kitchens, optimizing both space and efficiency.
Compact Refrigerators: Space-Saving Cooling Solutions
Compact refrigerators are ideal for small kitchens, offering essential cooling without occupying excessive space. These appliances typically feature a small footprint while providing adequate storage for fresh produce, beverages, and frozen items. Look for models with adjustable shelves and door bins to customize storage according to your needs.
Efficient Dishwashers: Cleaning Convenience in Limited Space
Compact dishwashers are perfect for smaller kitchens where traditional built-in models might not fit. These appliances offer the convenience of automated dishwashing without compromising on cleaning power. Look for energy-efficient models with multiple wash cycles and adjustable racks to accommodate various dish sizes and shapes.
Versatile Cooktops: Maximizing Cooking Flexibility
Induction cooktops are a popular choice for small kitchens due to their compact size and efficient cooking capabilities. These cooktops use electromagnetic technology to heat cookware directly, offering precise temperature control and rapid heating. Consider models with touch controls and safety features like automatic shut-off for enhanced usability and peace of mind.
Space-Saving Ovens: Compact Baking Solutions
Compact ovens, such as countertop or built-in models, are excellent for small kitchens where space is at a premium. These ovens come in various sizes and configurations, including convection and microwave combinations, offering versatility for baking, roasting, and reheating. Look for models with intuitive controls and easy-to-clean interiors for added convenience.
Microwave Ovens: Quick and Efficient Cooking
Microwave ovens are indispensable in small kitchens for their speed and efficiency in reheating and cooking. Opt for compact models that can be placed on countertops or mounted above cooktops to save valuable counter space. Look for features like sensor cooking and preset programs for hassle-free operation.
Stylish Rangehoods: Enhancing Air Quality and Space Efficiency
Rangehoods are essential for ventilation in small kitchens, effectively removing smoke, odors, and grease while cooking. Choose slimline or under-cabinet models that fit snugly above cooktops without obstructing overhead cabinet space. Look for quiet operation and adjustable fan speeds for optimal performance.
Coffee Machines: Compact Brewing Solutions
Coffee lovers can enjoy their favorite brews in small kitchens with compact coffee machines. Consider single-serve espresso machines or drip coffee makers that fit neatly on countertops or in kitchen nooks. Look for programmable settings and easy maintenance features to streamline your morning routine.
Choosing the Right Kitchen Appliances: Factors to Consider
When selecting kitchen appliances for small spaces, consider the following factors to ensure optimal efficiency and functionality:
Size and Dimensions: Measure your kitchen space carefully to determine the maximum dimensions that appliances can occupy without overcrowding.
Functionality: Prioritize appliances that offer multiple functions or versatile features to maximize utility in limited space.
Energy Efficiency: Opt for appliances with high Energy Star ratings to minimize energy consumption and reduce utility costs.
Ease of Maintenance: Choose appliances with easy-to-clean surfaces and removable parts for hassle-free maintenance.
Conclusion
Finding the best kitchen appliances for small spaces involves strategic planning and consideration of space-saving designs, functionality, and efficiency. Whether you're outfitting a tiny apartment kitchen or a compact urban loft, prioritize appliances that optimize space without compromising on performance. Explore the latest innovations from top kitchen appliance brands to create a functional and stylish culinary space tailored to your needs.
By integrating these compact and efficient appliances into your kitchen design, you can maximize every square inch while enjoying the convenience and comfort of modern cooking technology. Invest in quality appliances that enhance your cooking experience and complement your lifestyle in small spaces.
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priyanshisingh · 1 year ago
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Household Appliances Market Overview: Growth Factors and Future Trends (2023-2032)
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The global demand for Household Appliances was valued at USD 602514.2 million in 2023 and is expected to reach USD 1035351.78 million in 2032, growing at a CAGR of 6.20% between 2024 and 2032.
The household appliances market encompasses a wide range of devices and equipment used for everyday domestic tasks such as cooking, cleaning, and food preservation. This market includes major appliances like refrigerators, washing machines, dishwashers, ovens, and air conditioners, as well as small appliances such as microwaves, vacuum cleaners, coffee makers, and blenders. The growth of this market is driven by factors such as increasing urbanization, rising disposable incomes, and technological advancements that enhance convenience and efficiency.
Consumers are increasingly seeking smart appliances with features like energy efficiency, connectivity, and automation, which allow for better control and monitoring of household tasks. Additionally, the trend towards sustainable living is leading to a higher demand for eco-friendly and energy-efficient appliances. Key players in the market, such as Whirlpool, Samsung, LG, and Electrolux, continually innovate to meet evolving consumer preferences and regulatory standards. The household appliances market is highly competitive and global, with significant growth potential in emerging economies where rising living standards and expanding middle classes are driving demand for modern home conveniences.
Major Household Appliances-
Refrigerators: Used for preserving food by keeping it cold.
Washing Machines: Used for cleaning clothes automatically.
Dishwashers: Used for cleaning dishes and utensils.
Ovens: Used for baking, roasting, and cooking food.
Air Conditioners: Used for cooling and sometimes heating indoor air.
Microwaves: Used for quick cooking, heating, and defrosting food.
Dryers: Used for drying clothes after washing.
Small Appliances-
Vacuum Cleaners: Used for cleaning floors, carpets, and upholstery.
Coffee Makers: Used for brewing coffee.
Blenders: Used for blending, mixing, and pureeing food and drinks.
Toasters and Toaster Ovens: Used for toasting bread and baking small items.
Electric Kettles: Used for boiling water quickly.
Irons: Used for removing wrinkles from clothes.
Food Processors: Used for chopping, slicing, and dicing food.
Kitchen Appliances-
Stoves and Cooktops: Used for cooking food using gas or electricity.
Slow Cookers: Used for cooking food at low temperatures over a long period.
Pressure Cookers: Used for cooking food quickly under high pressure.
Rice Cookers: Used for cooking rice perfectly and sometimes other grains.
Juicers: Used for extracting juice from fruits and vegetables.
Cleaning Appliances-
Steam Mops: Used for deep cleaning floors with steam.
Robotic Vacuum Cleaners: Automated devices used for cleaning floors without manual intervention.
Carpet Cleaners: Used for deep cleaning carpets.
Personal Care Appliances-
Hair Dryers: Used for drying hair quickly.
Electric Shavers: Used for shaving facial or body hair.
Hair Straighteners: Used for straightening hair.
Home Comfort Appliances-
Humidifiers: Used for adding moisture to the air.
Dehumidifiers: Used for removing moisture from the air.
Heaters: Used for providing warmth during cold weather.
Fans: Used for circulating air and providing cooling.
Health and Wellness Appliances-
Air Purifiers: Used for cleaning the air of pollutants and allergens.
Water Purifiers: Used for making drinking water safe and clean.
Electric Massagers: Used for relieving muscle tension and pain.
Household Appliances Market Challenges:
Intense Competition-
Market Saturation: The household appliances market is highly competitive, with numerous established brands and new entrants constantly vying for market share.
Price Wars: Intense competition often leads to price wars, which can erode profit margins for manufacturers and retailers.
Technological Advancements-
Rapid Innovation: The fast pace of technological advancements requires companies to continually invest in research and development to stay relevant and competitive.
Obsolescence: Products can quickly become outdated, forcing companies to regularly update their offerings, which can be costly.
Supply Chain Disruptions-
Global Dependencies: The global nature of the supply chain makes it vulnerable to disruptions caused by geopolitical tensions, natural disasters, and pandemics.
Logistics Issues: Shipping delays and increased transportation costs can impact the timely delivery of products and overall profitability.
Regulatory Compliance-
Environmental Regulations: Increasingly stringent environmental regulations require manufacturers to produce energy-efficient and eco-friendly products, which can increase production costs.
Safety Standards: Adhering to various safety standards across different regions can be complex and expensive.
Sustainability Concerns-
Eco-Friendly Materials: The demand for sustainable and recyclable materials poses a challenge, as they can be more expensive and harder to source.
Waste Management: Managing electronic waste and ensuring proper disposal or recycling of old appliances is a growing concern.
Consumer Expectations-
Quality and Reliability: Consumers expect high-quality, reliable products, and any failure can lead to loss of brand reputation and customer loyalty.
Smart Features: Increasing demand for smart and connected appliances requires significant investment in technology and infrastructure.
Economic Fluctuations-
Recession Impact: Economic downturns can lead to reduced consumer spending on non-essential items, including household appliances.
Currency Fluctuations: Exchange rate volatility can affect the cost of imported components and overall pricing strategies.
Key Players:
Dick GmbH & Co (Germany)
GLOBAL APPLIANCES USA (U.S.)
KAI USA LTD (U.S.)
Kiya corp. (Japan)
A.C. Knife (U.S.)
Messermeister (Germany)
Victorinox AG (Switzerland)
Anker Innovation Technology Co., Ltd. (China)
Samsung Electronics Co., Ltd (South Korea)
Shenzhen Proscenic Technology Co. Ltd. (China)
Neato Robotics, Inc. (U.S.)
Cecotec Innovaciones S.L. (Spain)
G. Electronics Inc (South Korea)
Dyson Limited (U.K.)
Panasonic Corporation (Japan)
Sharp Corporation (U.S.)
More About Report- https://www.credenceresearch.com/report/household-appliances-market
The household appliances market is influenced by a variety of dynamic factors that shape its growth, trends, and competitive landscape. Understanding these dynamics is crucial for market players to navigate the industry effectively. Here are the key dynamics:
Consumer Preferences and Behavior:
Smart and Connected Appliances: There is a growing preference for smart appliances that offer remote control, automation, and connectivity with other smart home devices.
Energy Efficiency: Consumers are increasingly seeking energy-efficient appliances to reduce electricity bills and minimize environmental impact.
Aesthetic and Design: Stylish and aesthetically pleasing designs are becoming important as consumers look for appliances that complement their home decor.
Convenience and Ease of Use: Features that enhance convenience and ease of use, such as touch controls, voice commands, and self-cleaning functions, are highly valued.
Technological Trends:
Internet of Things (IoT): Integration of IoT technology in appliances allows for smart functionality, remote monitoring, and control, leading to improved user experience.
Artificial Intelligence (AI): AI-driven appliances offer advanced features like predictive maintenance, personalized settings, and enhanced performance.
Sustainability Innovations: Development of eco-friendly appliances using sustainable materials and technologies to reduce energy and water consumption.
Competitive Landscape:
Major Players: Dominated by global giants such as Whirlpool, Samsung, LG, Electrolux, and Bosch, which continuously innovate and expand their product portfolios.
Local Brands: In emerging markets, local brands compete effectively by offering cost-effective solutions tailored to regional preferences.
Mergers and Acquisitions: Companies engage in mergers, acquisitions, and strategic partnerships to expand their market presence and technological capabilities.
Regulatory and Environmental Factors:
Energy Regulations: Governments worldwide are implementing stringent energy efficiency standards, compelling manufacturers to produce compliant appliances.
Environmental Policies: Policies promoting the reduction of carbon footprints and the use of eco-friendly materials influence product development and manufacturing processes.
Safety Standards: Compliance with safety regulations is crucial to ensure consumer safety and avoid legal repercussions.
Economic Influences:
Economic Stability: Economic conditions significantly impact consumer spending on household appliances. Economic downturns can lead to reduced demand, while periods of growth boost sales.
Currency Fluctuations: Exchange rate volatility affects the cost of imported components and final product pricing, influencing profitability.
Supply Chain Dynamics:
Global Supply Chain: The globalized supply chain for components and raw materials can be vulnerable to disruptions caused by geopolitical tensions, natural disasters, and pandemics.
Logistics and Distribution: Efficient logistics and distribution networks are essential to ensure timely delivery and availability of products in various markets.
Marketing and Branding:
Brand Loyalty: Strong brand recognition and loyalty play a crucial role in consumer purchasing decisions. Established brands invest heavily in marketing to maintain their market position.
Digital Marketing: The rise of digital marketing, social media, and influencer collaborations enhances brand visibility and consumer engagement.
E-commerce and Retail Trends:
Online Sales Growth: The shift towards online shopping, accelerated by the COVID-19 pandemic, has led to increased sales through e-commerce platforms.
Omni-channel Strategies: Companies are adopting omni-channel retail strategies, integrating online and offline sales channels to provide a seamless shopping experience.
Segmentation:
By Major Appliance Segmentation:
Refrigerators and Freezers
Cooking Ranges and Ovens
Dishwashers
Range Hoods and Ventilation Systems
Food Processors and Blenders
Laundry Appliances:
Washing Machines
Clothes Dryers
Washer-Dryer Combos
Ironing Systems
Water Heaters and Boilers
Air Conditioners and Heaters
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pamukkalemakina20 · 4 months ago
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أنواع ماكينات تحميص القهوة والمكسرات: دليل لاختيار المعدات المناسبة
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أنواع ماكينات تحميص القهوة والمكسرات: دليل لاختيار المعدات المناسبة
تلعب ماكينات التحميص دورًا حيويًا في تعزيز نكهات القهوة والمكسرات. سواء كنت من أصحاب الأعمال الصغيرة أو منتجًا على نطاق واسع، فإن فهم الأنواع المختلفة لماكينات التحميص يساعدك في اتخاذ قرار مدروس. في هذا المقال، سوف نستعرض الأنواع الرئيسية لماكينات تحميص القهوة والمكسرات المتاحة في السوق .
أنواع ماكينات تحميص القهوة
ماكينات التحميص بالدرام) الطنبور(
تعد ماكينات التحميص بالدرام هي الأكثر تقليدية والأكثر استخدامًا لتحميص القهوة. تحتوي هذه الماكينات على أسطوانة دوارة تقوم بتوزيع الحرارة بشكل متساوٍ، مما يضمن تحميصًا متناسقًا. هذه الماكينات مثالية للإنتاج على نطاق واسع وتوفر مرونة في التحكم في مستويات التحميص. إنها معروفة بإنتاج قهوة غنية وكاملة النكهة.
ماكينات التحميص بالهواء
تستخدم ماكينات التحميص بالهواء الهواء الساخن لتحميص حبوب القهوة، مما يسمح لها بالطفو بحرية أثناء التحميص. هذه الماكينات أكثر كفاءة في استهلاك الطاقة وتوفر عملية تحميص أسرع. يفضلها العديد من أصحاب العمليات الصغيرة الذين يبحثون عن دقة في التحميص وملف نكهة خفيف.
ماكينات التحميص الهجينة
تجمع ماكينات التحميص الهجينة بين تقنيتي التحميص بالدرام والهواء. تم تصميم هذه الماكينات لتوفير أفضل ما في كلا الجانبين اتساق أكبر وسرعة أعلى. إنها متعددة الاستخدامات، مما يسمح للمحامص بتجربة أساليب مختلفة في التحميص.
أنواع ماكينات تحميص المكسرات
ماكينات التحميص بالدرام للمكسرات
تشبه هذه الماكينات ماكينات التحميص بالدرام الخاصة بالقهوة، حيث تحتوي على أسطوانة دوارة تقوم بتسخين المكسرات بشكل متساوٍ. تسُتخدم هذه الماكينات عادة لتحميص كميات كبيرة من المكسرات وتوفر تحميصًا ثابتاً مع الحد الأدنى من خطر الاحتراق. هذه الماكينات مثالية للوز، والفول السوداني، والكاجو ،والمكسرات الأخرى الشائعة.
ماكينات التحميص المستمر للمكسرات
تم تصميم ماكينات التحميص المستمر للمكسرات من أجل الإنتاج عالي الحجم. تستخدم هذه الماكينات نظام حزام ناقل ينقل المكسرات عبر غرفة تسخين، مما يسمح بالتحميص المستمر. تضمن هذه الماكينات تحميصًا موحداً، وهي مناسبة لعمليات التحميص المكسرات على نطاق واسع.
ماكينات التحميص الدوارة للمكسرات
تستخدم ماكينات التحميص الدوارة أسطوانة دوارة لضمان تحميص المكسرات بشكل متساوٍ. وهي فعالة بشكل خاص للمنتجات التي تتطلب تحكمًا دقيقًا في درجة الحرارة ووقت التحميص. تسُتخدم هذه الماكينات عادة لتحميص دفعات أصغر من المكسرات الفاخرة.
الخاتمة
يعتمد اختيار ماكينة التحميص المناسبة على عوامل مثل المنتج، حجم الدفعة، والنكهة المطلوبة. تشمل ماكينات تحميص القهوة نماذج الدرام، والهواء، والتهوية، والهجينة، التي تقدم تجارب تحميص فريدة. بالنسبة للمكسرات ،توفر الخيارات مثل ماكينات التحميص بالدرام، والمستمر، والهواء الساخن، والدوارة حلولًا لاحتياجات الإنتاج المختلفة.
يضمن اختيار الماكينة المناسبة التناسق والجودة ورضا العملاء. لمزيد من المعلومات أو لاختيار الحل المثالي لاحتياجات عملك، تواصل مع شركة باموكالي ماكينة، المزود الموثوق للمعدات عالية الجودة للتحميص.
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robotlearnstolove · 1 year ago
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2024-04-11
Croissants
His hands moving quickly, Aric took the croissants from the ugly, parchment-lined sheet trays and arranged them on the clean, shiny ones meant for the front display. These pans had never gone into the oven or the dish machine and so they lacked the countless dents, scratches and burned residue in the corners that the working ones had. Each time he filled a pan, he loaded it onto the rolling rack to his right.
At this point, the work was more or less automatic for him. He went through the plain ones, then the chocolate ones, then the mixed berry ones without really thinking about what he was doing. Between each pan, he glanced at the clock. This close to the end of his shift, all he could think about was the hot bath and three hour nap that waited for him when he got back to his apartment. The best part was, now that he was renting one of the suites in the same building as the bakery, it took him less than a minute to get home. It was, by far, the easiest commute of his life.
As he started transferring the almond croissants, he continued to mentally plot out the rest of his day. After his nap, he was going to meet up with his friend Carolyn for lunch at the coffee shop on Main which was actually called The Coffee Shop on Main. Mirthfully, he reminisced over the way he and his friends had made fun of this seemingly unimaginative name when they had first opened their shop. However, this mockery had quickly died down when they discovered that they were serving the absolute of the best coffee in their little town. Recently, they had expanded into serving food and had even announced their intent to start roasting their own coffee beans.
With the almond croissants done, he started on the last two pans which were ham and cheese. These were the most popular items on their menu and were often sold out within the first couple hours after they opened.
The last time Carolyn had visited, she had disbelievingly bemoaned the lack of a good coffee shop in their small prairie town. She’d lived her entire life in a big city on the West Coast so this was an amenity she’d come to expect. Aric was excited to show her all of the new and cool places that had opened around town since her last visit, three years prior. She hadn’t even seen the bakery yet as it had only been open for the past year or so.
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theknightlywolfe · 3 months ago
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As a note, a lot of above seems to be pulling from very limited information given on replicators vs what we were actually given.
Tom Paris tried to order tomato soup and was slammed in the face with options. The replicator is therefor far more like those silly "customize your own soda" coke machines we have. Choose base, select options on file, choose temp, choose add ins, etc. He lost his temper, so would we, and our now frustrated mood would definitely make us enjoy the food less. Picard spews his order out like a man ordering at a coffee shop for the same reason, he knows what he has to say to get good enough fast enough to not be frustrated (the only difference from us is he doesn't have to wait on a barista who may have missed what we said or is working in a PoS system that uses a different order of options).
Counselor Troi bemoaned at least one, maybe twice, to foreign diplomats about how the replicator ruins the taste of chocolate/ice cream because it spits out everything as a nutritionally balanced product. Everything. That is impossible with actual foods with specific molecules that cause specific taste and smell profiles. Nutritional balance would, by definition, have to change the core elements of the food. So of course replicated food tastes different, it isn't producing the same taste and smell molecules for our systems to process, just close. (As a note I personally believe part of the benefit of going to 10 Forward for a drink even when a character doesn't feel like socializing, something we see happen a lot in TNG, is because the 10 Forward drink replicators have the "nutritonal balance" feature turned off. The place's function is stress relief and relaxation as much as socialization, and that works better with not nutritionally balanced synthehol.)
So yes, one could tweak a replicator recipe to specific specifications, I believe we actually see this with like (and this is just an example) Matzo Ball Soup Worf recipe 3 in one ep, I vaguely recall someone ordering a custom variant in one of the pre-Enterprise shows. But even then that pesky nutritional balance thing would mean it is closer but still not right.
All of which is to say, yes it will always taste not as good, and this is why we see people choosing to cook from replicated ingredients several times. Even if the ingredients come out of the machine not quite right, during the process of cooking you can adust for these "wrong" taste and smell profiles of your ingredients the way we do for a store bought out of season tomato vs a farmer's market bought in season tomato.
ETA: there are probably replicator programmers at Starfleet who, like holonovels still need writers to make them engaging (something we see comparing computer generated in TNG vs written in VOY), scan in popular recipes of certain things, like roasted carrots, and then have the replicator spit out the nutritionally balanced version and the tweak the pattern from there to adjust for the nutritonally balanced mandate so the replicator spits out something closer to it than the system would do automatically.
As a side note… I am really annoyed by one thing about Star Trek.
“Replicated food is not as good as real food.”
That’s ridiculous.  In Star Trek, replicator technology is part of the same tech tree as transporters.  Replicated food would be identical to the food it was based on, down to the subatomic level. 
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Coffee Roasting Machines Market (Product Type: Classic Drum Roasters, Hot Air Roasters, Centrifugal Roasters, and Others; and Control: Automatic and Manual) - Global Industry Analysis, Size, Share, Growth, Trends, and Forecast, 2023-2031
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IoT in Kitchens: How Smart Technology is Transforming Food Preparation
The rise of IoT in kitchens marks a significant transformation in how we prepare, cook, and manage food. From smart ovens that adjust temperatures on their own to refrigerators that track expiration dates, smart kitchen technology is creating unprecedented convenience and efficiency in modern households. As we move towards a fully connected home, the kitchen—often considered the heart of the home—is becoming a hub of intelligent innovation.
The Role of IoT in Kitchens
The IoT in kitchens involves the use of connected devices and appliances that communicate with each other and the user through the Internet. These devices leverage sensors, AI, and cloud computing to streamline tasks and improve decision-making. Connected kitchen devices are designed to reduce manual efforts while enhancing the quality and precision of cooking.
Imagine being able to preheat your oven remotely, get alerts when your roast is done, or receive meal suggestions based on what’s in your smart fridge. These are not futuristic fantasies—they’re realities thanks to IoT kitchen appliances.
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Smart Kitchen Technology Enhancing Daily Life
Smart kitchen technology empowers users to manage their cooking routines efficiently. Whether it's a coffee machine that starts brewing as you wake up or a dishwasher that operates during off-peak hours to save energy, IoT-enabled appliances offer both time-saving and eco-friendly advantages.
Voice control and mobile apps have added another layer of convenience. With a simple voice command, you can instruct your oven to start cooking, or have your smart speaker guide you through a recipe. This hands-free control is especially helpful in busy households and for those with mobility challenges.
Connected Kitchen Devices and Automation
Connected kitchen devices work together to automate and optimize the cooking experience. For example, a smart refrigerator can communicate with your grocery app to add missing items to your shopping list. Kitchen automation goes beyond just turning devices on or off—it includes intelligent decision-making based on real-time data.
For example, if your refrigerator detects that your milk is about to expire, it can notify you or even suggest recipes to use it up. Similarly, a smart scale can help you measure ingredients precisely and send data directly to your cooking app, adjusting the recipe on the fly.
IoT Kitchen Appliances: A New Standard
The adoption of IoT kitchen appliances is becoming increasingly common. These include smart ovens that self-clean, microwaves that scan barcodes for optimal cooking instructions, and even Bluetooth-enabled meat thermometers that send alerts to your phone when your steak reaches the perfect temperature.
This kind of kitchen automation allows even novice cooks to achieve consistent and professional results. Plus, many of these devices are energy-efficient, contributing to a more sustainable kitchen.
Internet of Things in Cooking: Beyond Convenience
The Internet of Things in cooking is not just about convenience—it’s about creating a holistic, intelligent cooking environment. These technologies reduce food waste, improve safety, and encourage healthier eating habits. For instance, some smart fridges can track nutritional content and suggest balanced meal plans based on what’s inside.
From a safety perspective, smart stovetops can automatically shut off if left unattended, and sensors can detect gas leaks or smoke before they become dangerous. This makes the kitchen not only smarter but also safer for everyone in the household.
Food Tech Innovations Changing the Culinary Game
Food tech innovations powered by IoT are pushing the boundaries of what’s possible in home cooking. Companies are developing robots that can assist in food prep, AI systems that perfect recipes over time, and smart bins that track food disposal to help reduce waste.
The combination of AI and smart cooking solutions ensures that kitchens are not only more efficient but also more personalized. Your devices can learn your preferences—how crispy you like your toast or how strong you like your coffee—and adjust accordingly.
Smart Cooking Solutions for the Modern Home
Smart cooking solutions are tailored to fit every lifestyle, from the busy professional to the health-conscious family. Whether it’s syncing your cooking schedule with your calendar or getting alerts when you’re low on pantry staples, IoT is making kitchens more intelligent and responsive.
And as more devices become compatible with common smart home platforms, users can enjoy seamless integration with lighting, HVAC, and entertainment systems. Your kitchen can now adjust lighting for mood-based cooking or play your favorite podcast while you prep dinner.
The Future of IoT in Kitchens
The future of IoT in kitchens lies in even greater personalization, sustainability, and interconnectivity. With AI-driven analytics and machine learning, our kitchens will continue to evolve into proactive, learning environments that cater to individual needs while promoting efficiency and well-being.
Expect to see more voice-interactive recipes, augmented reality cooking guides, and integrations with health monitoring systems. As food tech innovations mature, our kitchens will not only feed us—but understand us.
Conclusion: A Connected Culinary Future
The integration of IoT in kitchens is not just a technological trend—it’s a culinary revolution. From enhanced safety and energy efficiency to personalized recipes and automation, smart kitchen technology is transforming the very nature of food preparation.
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