#Trash Rack Cleaning Machine

[cicadidae-tm9899]

Ffffuuck i am in so much pain

[zepskies]

Lost in Translation

Pairing: Soldier Boy (Ben) x Female POC!Reader

Summary: Living with this man isn’t easy, and you’ve absolutely had it with him. Supe or not, you’re one step shy of kicking him out. Will he try to make it up to you? 

AN: So after getting requests for a Soldier Boy x POC!Reader, I’ve had a short series in development called Unravel Me. I’m a bit stalled on the outline right now, so I thought this could be a fun way to introduce their relationship and see if you guys think I should continue with the prequel, kind of like how I did with Checkerboard and the Break Me Down-verse.

This story would take place after Unravel Me, after a fair bit of character development lol. It also fulfills a bingo square for @jacklesversebingo!

Prompt: “Whatever you’re going to ask, the answer is No!”

Song Inspo: “Damage” by H.E.R.

Word Count: 3.4K

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only! Smut, bit of dirty talk, fingering, edging, some angst, fluff and feels. The reader is a mixed race POC (Afro-Latina), with textured hair. 

The apartment was quiet, but not peaceful.

You were in the kitchen washing the Mt. Everest of dishes piled in the sink, partly because someone hadn’t rinsed off his own plate of carne guisada.

Ben had asked for beef for dinner yesterday, and you’d graciously delivered with your grandmother’s recipe for the stew. It was filled with chunks of tender, fall-off-your-fork beef, garlic, onions, carrots, and more—all marinated to perfection, if you said so yourself. You even added in some little yellow potatoes, both for taste and texture.

Apparently, he couldn’t be bothered to put those meaty man muscles to good use, aside from shoveling three helpings into his mouth.

A bottomless pit and a freakin’ man-child, I swear to God, you inwardly groused as you scrubbed the ceramic a bit too hard with the rough side of the sponge. No matter how many times you asked, nicely, it seemed your boyfriend couldn’t manage to pull his weight around here.

Okay, you knew his job could be demanding, but so was yours.

What the hell is this, Maid in Manhattan? Newsflash: I’ve got shit to do too! 

“And I cooked!” you muttered in indignation. That reminder propelled you to scrub a bit harder. The least he could do was clean the kitchen. Or take out the trash. Or toss the laundry into the washing machine once in a while. Like you really wanted to handle his dirty boxers all the damn time.

Did he have no shame? Couldn’t he do anything for you without you having to ask him three million times?

Es que él es bruto, mija, as your Dominican grandma would say about your grandpa, often while swiping a tired hand over her long braids. Es como un animal con ropa.

Just then, you heard his heavy steps creaking on the wood floors in your bedroom. Today was his day off, so he was probably taking his sweet time rolling his ass out of bed.

Meanwhile, you were hustling to get the place at least decently clean before you got yourself together for work. The thought made you simmer as you continued to place dishes on the counter rack. Each one clacking to rest was satisfying, but it also ticked up your internal dial to a fine boil. 

You heard him bang the bathroom door open and cringed internally, your teeth grinding. You’d reminded him three times already about the neighbors and the noise.

Sabes que, supe or not, I’m about to— 

“Morning, sweetheart.”

Ben’s voice washed over you, deep and still a little rough with sleep as he stepped into the kitchen. His old man loafers slid against the floor with every step when he approached you from behind, and his heavy hands found a familiar resting place on the curve of your waist.

He swiped your slightly wild curls to the side and pressed a tantalizing kiss into your neck. His voice, his touch, the brief scrape of his beard; it all caused a small shiver of delight up your spine.

“Hmm, you smell good. Good enough to eat.” And he teased you with the graze of his teeth, biting gently enough where your neck met your shoulder. You flinched with half a huff, trying not to smile. 

Just like that, it took the edge off your irritation…a little. You opened your mouth to reply, but before you could…

“Hey,” he said, “since you’re already up and about in here, how about some breakf—”

Your spine tightened once again.

“Whatever you’re going to ask, the answer is No!” you snapped. You moved out of his arms to grab a hand towel to dry your hands with. They were all pruny from washing dishes.

“I’m already running late. Why? Because this place is a fucking mess, and the only one who seems to care is me!” you exclaimed. First, you gestured to the dishes now drying on the rack. “Hmm?”

You then opened up the lid to the full-to-bursting trashcan. “What do you call that, huh? You said you’d take this out last night. After I asked you twice. What, was I not speaking English? Did something get lost in translation, or are you already losing your hearing? Just let me know, ‘cause I can sure as hell crank up the volume for you!”

Ben raised a brow. You read his thoughts in his surly frown. You have some fucking audacity, talking to him like that, but it’s still early. He hasn’t even had his coffee, for Christ’s sake.

If he was more awake, no doubt he’d be barking back at you. Instead, he heaved a sigh, drew closer to you and shut the trashcan lid. At least there was one lid he knew how to close.

“All right, it’s just a little mess. No need to get fucking hysterical,” he said, trying to grasp your arm to placate you. You shrugged out of his hold and crossed your arms in anger.

“Ben, it’s not just a little mess. And what is this, 1945? I’m not hysterical!”

His lips twitched at a smirk, making you even angrier. But he’d caught enough smoke from you in the past to know he didn’t want it at 8:00 in the morning. He grasped your arms and rubbed them up and down, trying to sooth you.

“Okay, okay. It’s a little early for all this Latina temper, don’tcha think?” he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead. Your gaze snapped up at him with a glare.

Oooh, this man. He knew how to get you mad fucking tight.

Not in a good way.

Instead of exploding like Mount Fuji, you kept it all under your skin. You turned away from him and aimed to continue getting ready for work, but first, you took out a Greek yogurt from the fridge and wholly ignored him taking up space in the kitchen. You wouldn’t answer him when he called your name. In fact, you were going to give him the most frigid of cold shoulders—so cold he’d get hyperthermia through that invulnerable skin.

He waylaid your plans when he grabbed your hand, swinging you back into his arms. You gasped at the suddenness of it, looking up into his cocky, charming smile. You couldn’t stare too long at his green eyes, or the rest of his handsome, bearded face. Not when he knew exactly how to use it against you.

“Don’t think that’s gonna get you out of this,” you warned him. You set your yogurt on the kitchen counter and pushed at his chest, but it was no more effective than pushing at a mountain and expecting it to move.

His hands spanned your waist, his fingers beginning to press into your soft sides. He bowed his head, brushing his lips against your neck and the shell of your ear when he said, “Out of what, baby doll? Looks to me like we can still have a good morning.”

His voice once against trilled heat and tingles through your body, but you managed to lean back, holding the pads of your fingers to his lips.

“Hey, I’m not playing around here. If we’re gonna do this,” you pointed between him and yourself, “then let me make one thing really clear. I’m not la sirvienta around here, okay? I’m not your fucking maid. I’m your girl. Your partner. And since you live here now, I’m gonna need you to do your part.”

Ben almost rolled his eyes, but you grasped his chin. He frowned at you with furrowed brows. There was a time where he would've been inclined to grab your wrist and try to intimidate you with his temper. You saw it lying in wait behind his pursed lips and irritated stare, but you weren't afraid of him. Not anymore.

“Listen to me. I get that you haven’t lived like us commoners for most of your life, but this stuff is important,” you said. You took a deep breath, and you counted to three. You met him with a calmer gaze. “Ben, I love you.”

You let go of his chin and lowered your hand, letting it splay over his chest. He softened, ever so slightly, even though his frown remained.

“I love you,” you repeated, “but I don’t need a man-child.”

"Excuse me?" he did snap this time, his hold loosening from around your waist. "The fuck did you just say?"

You narrowed your eyes right back at him.

"You heard me," you said. "I want a man. A man who's going to be my rock when I need him. Can you do that for me, like I do for you? Are you gonna be my man, or do I need to claim you as a dependent on my taxes?"

His expression sharpened again at your thinly veiled accusation…but the longer he looked into your eyes, no longer angry, but earnest and imploring, the more he actually listened to what you were saying. His jaw worked for a moment in annoyance. You subtly softened him with your hands soothing up and down his arms, a slow back and forth over solid, warm muscle.

Eventually, he was able to curb his instinct to bark a callous reply. He nodded, expelling a breath through his nose.

“Fine,” he said.

Your brows rose. “Fine?”

“Yeah,” he said flatly.

You knew it was the closest you were going to get to an agreement, as well as an apology. You were still working on that last one, but dating this man was a work in progress, for both of you. With a sigh, you patted his arms that were slowly wrapping back around you.

“Okay, I’m really running late now,” you said.

“You should probably get a move on then,” Ben said.

Still, he didn’t release you. He stared down at you with an amused smile while you struggled against his hold. You uttered a laugh.

“Babe, I need to get to work.” You leaned over and spied the oven clock. “Oh, shit! it’s almost 8:30! If I’m not there by 9:00—”

“You sure you want to go now? Tense, body all tight,” he said, his voice deep with sensuous suggestion.

His lips neared yours, but he didn’t kiss you. Not yet. His lips veered away to brush against your cheek. He inhaled deeply as he moved, taking in the floral scent of your soap, mixed with the army of products you styled your hair with, and the faint imprint of your perfume from the night before. He skimmed down your neck and along the shell of your ear.

“Wouldn’t you rather I fuck all that tension right out of you?” he offered. “Leave you nice and warm and satisfied, have that pretty pussy coming hard on my cock.”

You let out a shaky breath, closing your eyes as his filthy mouth and the timbre of his voice struck a chord through your body, tinging warm arousal between your legs. Your fingers tightened on his strong arms, digging into the fabric of his loose robe. Ben took that as a wordless confirmation. He bent at the knees and grabbed you up by your plush thighs. You wrapped your arms around his neck on instinct, with a small gasp.

But you recovered quickly. Taking his face into your hands, you met his lips roughly with yours in a devouring kiss. He set you down on the kitchen counter hard enough to make the clean dishes rattle. His hands were just as claiming as his mouth, squeezing your hips and thighs as he spread them open to make more room for himself.

While your tongue dueled with his, you shoved the robe off his shoulders, followed by his sleep shirt pooling to the floor. His hand slid under your top as well, and almost ripped it at the hem in his haste to get it up and over your head.

“Ow, ah-ow!” You giggled when the collar got caught on your hair. Ben’s breathy chuckle reached your ears. He was gentler in how he helped get the shirt off the rest of the way. Your mane of hair fell into your face, and you huffed.

Ben did you the favor of brushing the thick curls away from your eyes, tugging several strands behind your ears, even though most of them didn’t obey him. He framed your face with his big hands, and his thumbs swept along your skin, the rich complexion shining in the morning light filtering through the kitchen window.

There was more care in his touch now, his strength tempered just for you. Fond amusement colored his features. For as much shit as you gave him, you still gave him more of yourself; more of your trust, your patience...and all the rest of it. You gave him more than anyone that had come before you, and deep inside, he doubted anyone that might come after you.

You smiled up at him, a little wryly. You leaned up and met him for a gentler kiss. Your eyes fell closed at the feeling of him, and the spicy hint of his aftershave. It was a scent that often clung to his pillows. When he was gone on a mission for days on end, you wouldn’t admit to clinging to one of them to help you sleep, and make you feel safe. 

“Mmm, you smell good,” you whispered. And it was true. He smelled like mint and spicy aftershave. You plied his lips with deeper kisses, licking into his mouth with a sensuous tongue, before you stole his words. “Good enough to eat.”

He uttered a groan deep in his throat. It satisfied you, enhancing the warm flood between your legs.  

Fuck it. You were calling in sick today.

You drew him back into the pull of you, winding your arms around his neck and your fingers in his hair. It was getting long again, but you liked it. You liked something to hold onto, just as much as he did. Your nails brushed against his scalp, down the back of his neck, earning a hum of pleasure from him. You wound your legs tightly around his hips and invited the press of his hard cock against your throbbing core, even through your panties and pajama pants. A faltering groan caught in his chest.

“Needier that I thought this morning,” he remarked. His warm hands drifted down to cup your breasts, his thumbs brushing over dark, pebbled nipples. You sighed into his mouth in response.

You heard the cocky grin in his voice, but for once, you didn’t care. You did need him. You wanted him to fuck the stress and chaos out of you.

…Well, he’d caused most of it, but still. He was gonna damn well fix it.

And he aimed to do just that, with his hands sliding farther down your body with purpose, grabbing the waistband of your pajama pants and roughly sliding them down, along with your panties. Your bare ass felt cold against the tile counter, but you didn’t have too much time to think about it with Ben’s thick fingers probing between the wet, glistening folds of your pussy. He soon found what he was searching for, circling firmly over your clit.

Your hips raised off the counter as you whimpered against his lips and ground yourself against his hand. You broke from his kiss to bury your face in his neck. Ben’s free hand grasped your hip and pulled you right to the edge of the counter.

There he held you down, his brows furrowing in concentration. His fingers sought your entrance and slipped inside you with ease. By now, he knew what angles would have you squirming, writhing, your body arching into him, while your inner walls clenched around his hand.

“Fuck. That’s right, baby doll. I’ve gotcha,” he said roughly, continuing to fuck your pussy with his fingers. His thumb rubbed against your clit between strokes.

The coil in your lower belly began to tighten, the delicious throbbing deep inside beginning to make your thighs shake. But just as you felt yourself tipping over the edge, Ben withdrew his fingers from your sopping channel.

You struggled to catch your breath in shock. Your head raised from Ben’s shoulder to glare at him. When your mouth opened to deliver an indignant protest, he silenced you with his mouth claiming yours. Your nails bit into his shoulder in retaliation, even though you knew it wouldn’t hurt him in the slightest. In fact, it only curved his lips into a smirk against yours.

You slapped him on the shoulder, immensely frustrated, but also laughing. “You’re such an assh—”

Before you could even finish cursing him, he gathered you up again and lifted you off the counter. He walked you over to the couch in the living room. He would’ve loved nothing better than to lay you out across the two-seater table in the kitchen, but he thought the shitty old wood might just give out under the strain of him fucking you. So the living room was a close second, and in this tiny-ass apartment, it was barely a few feet more to walk.

He laid you out underneath him on couch, and it groaned and squeaked under both of your weight. You squeaked too, if for a different reason. It had Ben smirking down at you. He freed himself from the confines of his pajama pants and coated his rock-hard arousal with the leftover wetness coating his hand.

“I approve of the scene change,” you said breathlessly, once again stroking his arms. Your fingers slipped over every dip and plain of muscle.  

“Didn’t think you wanted to be fucked on some cold tile,” he said, even if the sentiment behind his words warmed you. You were pretty sure he didn’t used to care about that. At least, before he met you.

He grabbed your hips, lined himself up to your entrance, and his cock breached you smoothly, pushing into you until his hips fit snugly against yours.

“Oh, fuck,” you choked out, your thighs squeezing around his frame.

“Feel good, sweetheart? All fuckin' filled up,” Ben teased, a bit breathless himself. You were a tight fucking fit. He slid out of you experimentally, drawing a moan from your lips. You nodded.

“Yeah, baby. So good,” you freely admitted, panting all the while.

Ben’s hot gaze drew over you as he continued moving hard and fast inside you. He took in your every bare curve, the way hot breaths and sexy moans fell from your lips with every thrust, the way your hair fanned out underneath you and hung off the side of the sofa cushion, the way your hands still explored him and touched him, demanding, but still loving.

For that, it was all the more tantalizing against his skin, warming even the darkest places he tried not to show you.

And every drag of his cock inside you stretched your inner walls in the most delicious of ways. It wasn’t just that he was able to fill you to the fucking brim. He also just knew his way around a woman’s body. He knew you, and he knew exactly how to make you come undone. Even quick and dirty on your couch, he made you feel brand new. 

He was right, damn him.

The coil deep inside you snapped. Pleasure crested through you and made your inner walls squeeze him tight, fluttering and pulsing with warmth. You came hard on his cock, hard enough to milk his release shortly after for all he was worth.

His forearms fell to the cushion on either side of your head. You were basically being smothered, but for the moment you didn’t mind. You just held his sweat-slick body against yours while you both caught your breath, each of your heartbeats falling back into a steady rhythm.

He was always so damn warm. It was nice, considering how cold it was this winter, but the thought always made you a bit sad. It reminded you of the power housed in his chest, and every memory he caged there as well.

You laid a gentle kiss on his shoulder. In return, his lips found the side of your head and hesitated there.

“You’re not going to work,” he said. It was more an observation than anything else.

You laughed breathlessly and shook your head. “Nope.”

He nodded. “Let’s go out for breakfast.”

You could get behind that. Your kitchen was finally clean, which meant your kitchen was closed until further notice.

“Shower first,” you stipulated.

You felt Ben’s smile grow against your dewy skin. “All right.”

You sighed, and he guided you to your feet along with him. You had a feeling “breakfast” was going to be lunch by the time you and Ben finally escaped this apartment.      

AN: Lol hope you had fun with this one! Let me know if you'd like to see more of these two! 💚💚

Spanish Translations:

Es que él es bruto, mija. Es como un animal con ropa.

It’s that he’s stupid, my daughter. He's like an animal with clothes.

However, “bruto” can also mean brutish, crude, and/or like a beast, so it fits in more than one way. 😂

Sabes que, …

You know what, …

La sirvienta

The servant (or maid) (female)

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[a66-1]

sorry for being gone for a minute. my classes are back up and I'm doing a lot right now so bare with me. this little bit is very.. accurate to my current state.

Not proofread

Simon x Bedrotting! Reader

The light from your curtains woke you up.

The honey dew shade once made the mornings the nicest time for you, but now they disturb the deep sleep you finally managed to get.

You sat up slowly, glancing around your messy room. The smell was.. Less than pleasant, as you hauled your seemingly heavy legs off the side of the bed. It's not your best moments, but fuck, how'd you get here? You skipped class yesterday, too tired to get up, only doing so for the restroom.

The weighted blanket you slept with last night has not been washed in forever, as it clings to your shoulders when you walk to the restroom. Your hand finds the switch, flicking it up as the dingy lights come on. Fuck, is it worse in here? A small bug is on the wall near where the empty to go boxes are.

This is where you rot the most when it's hard. It's the darkest in here.

You barely get yourself to put toothpaste on the toothbrush before giving up. What's the point? Nobody's kissing you anyways. You're boyfriends out right now. You'll clean up before he visits.

Eventually.

Maybe.

You step into the empty shower, the small tub at the bottom just perfect enough to sit in as hot water sprays down from the showerhead. The blankets wet. Your favorite pj's are wet. You're wet.

And the door opened?

The door opened.

Simon stared quietly at you, and you looked away. Ashamed. Embarrassed. Nervous.

Not wanting pity yet needing it. Needing the reassurance someone sees you, someone feels you, someone hears you.

Even though your mouth is shut, youre screaming for help.

"Lovie?" Simon asked quietly, as he shut the door to the bathroom softly. You sniffle and curl your hands over your head, shoulders shaking. "Love, are you okay?"

You hiccup softly, and shake your head many times. Many times. He crouches down by the shower, and just.. Hugs you. Hugs you tight enough to keep you grounded for the rest of your life.

Your arms find his neck, and you hold yourself tightly to him. The cries thar rack your body hurts. It hurts your eyes, your face, your heart. You don't know why things get so hard. Why you can't brush your hair. Why there's trash everywhere.

It just.. Happens. Your insides stop.. Caring. Stop trying.

"I-I just.. I don't know, I-I'm not okay, bu-but.." Your voice trails off, and your shoulders shake again. Simon holds you tighter, his arms and hair wet from the water cascading down.

"Come on, c'mere," Simon pulls you up to a stand, and he turns off the water. He helps you get out of the clothes you've had on for.. Maybe days, and throws it in the washing machine with the blanket.

He helps you shower, dries you off, brushes your hair, and he spotted your half toothpaste covered toothbrush. He washes it off and added some more to the toothbrush, standing behind you quietly.

He holds the brush to your teeth, helping you brush them. Your eyes meet his in the mirror, and you smile. Softly.

I'm fine yes.

Ily babes,

a661.

[27dragons]

Countdown to 2025: Dec 8

Coffeeshop AU / Marvel - Winteriron / Fur Coat

Thank god for the mid-morning lull. It gave Tony time to clean out the assorted blenders, mixing cups, spoons, mugs, and other paraphernalia that had built up during the morning rush. Usually they worked in a rotation that kept on top of it, but Clint had texted in sick that morning, and it had thrown off their whole rhythm.

The door jingled to announce a customer, and Tony called over his shoulder, “Be right with you!” He stacked the last of the mugs in the rack to dry and turned.

Tony’s favorite regular, Bucky, was leaning against the counter, face looking red and windblown. His jacket was balled up in his hands.

“I thought maybe you weren’t coming today,” Tony told him. “Why aren’t you wearing your coat? The wind chill is like fourteen out there!” He started a cup of espresso, operating the machine on muscle memory alone.

Bucky slid onto a barstool, putting his bundled-up jacket on the counter in front of him. “You got any breakfast sandwiches left over?”

Tony glanced over at the pastry case. “Yeah, there’s a couple left, though I’m going to have to reheat them in the microwave. You oversleep or something?” Bucky didn’t usually order breakfast.

“Egg an’ bacon, if you got it,” Bucky said. “Don’t need to heat it up, just throw it on a plate.”

“Uh. Sure, I guess.” Tony got a plate and reached for the tongs. “You okay?” he asked. “You’re being a little weird.”

“Yeah, sorry, I just, uh.” Bucky looked around the shop like a spy checking for a tail, then carefully unfolded the top few folds of his jacket, and a head popped out.

Tony started, then leaned closer. Wrapped up in Bucky’s coat was a kitten, small enough to curl up in the palm of Tony’s hand. It had white fur that was filthy and matted, and huge blue eyes. It gave Tony a suspicious look, then opened its mouth wide and let out a squeak that was barely even audible.

“Oh my god,” Tony breathed, “it’s so tiny. I can’t stand it.”

“Found ‘im half frozen to death in the trash,” Bucky explained. “Someone had dumped him, I guess. I couldn’t just leave him, could I?”

“Of course not,” Tony agreed. He reached in with a finger to try to pet the kitten’s head, and got bitten for his trouble. “Ow! Those teeth don’t look like much but they’re sharp as fuck.”

Bucky grimaced. “Sorry. He’s scared and at least half-feral. An’ I know pets ain’t allowed in here, but--”

“Yeah, we should get him out of here.” Tony pulled off his apron and threw it onto a hook, then ducked into the staff room for his own coat. “C’mon.”

“What?”

“We’re taking him to my place,” Tony said. He hung a “Closed - Back Soon!” sign on the door, then beckoned impatiently at Bucky, who was still sitting on the stool, looking confused. “He can’t stay here,” Tony repeated, “and my place is close by. Because unlike your friend there, you don’t have a fur coat. Let’s go. My neighbor has a cat; she can probably loan us a few drops of cat-safe shampoo and a tin of food. You can hang out while he dries off and you both warm up, watch a movie or something, and I’ll be back when my shift ends, right after lunch. And then we’ll figure out what to do with him.”

Bucky kept staring for a long moment, but then shook himself and stood up, his jacket and the kitten cradled in his arm. “Yeah,” he said slowly. “Yeah, that sounds great. And maybe, uh. Maybe I can take you to lunch or something, to say thanks?”

Tony grinned. “Sounds great, hot stuff. Let’s go.”

[deathofacupid]

didn't see you there | peter parker

late christmas fic cuz why not

summary: what's a little cafe meet-cute?

the walls were coated with green, red, and white. christmas decor hung from corner to corner, draped against the walls.

there was a small christmas tree in the back, wrapped with tinsel and ribbon. small, shiny ornaments perched themselves upon the prickly branches.

holiday music rang from the speakers, and you twirled around, broom in hand. it was closing time and you were cleaning up before heading out.

"last christmas, i gave you my heart... and the very next day...

"you gave it away... this year..."

brushing pieces of trash and clumps of dirt into pile, you sang loudly, not concerned since you were the only one there.

the music was turned all they way up, and you weren't conscious of what was going on around you.

that's probably why you didn't here the chime of the doorbell, indicating that someone had entered.

at this point, you were doing less working and more... whatever was that you were doing.

"um— miss? i was just— i was popping in for a drink?"

you yelped, hopping backwards and jabbing the broom towards him. once you realized that he was not in fact a potential robber or bad guy, you lowered the weapon. weapon?

there wasn't much to work with in a cafe.

your cheeks were flaming hot, and you were just about ready to die.

the worst part?

he was 100% the cutest guy you'd ever seen. i mean, that had to make everything worse.

because now you couldn't even hit on him. poor guy probably thought you were crazy.

"...we're closed."

"oh, sorry. i didn't think you closed until 10:00. that— that's what the sign said outside, anyways."

"uh, yeah it's..."

9:51.

"oh. oh, i'm so sorry. i g-guess i lost track of time. i can take you right now, if you'd like."

strike two.

"yes, please."

you cleared your throat, face still flushed. "what can i get you... at 9:52, good sir?"

the boy (man?) cracked a grin, and your insides squeezed. he was just so damn pretty.

"one large black coffee. um, extra caffeine."

you raised an eyebrow, and he took it upon himself to further elaborate, "college student," he chucked, and that was enough for you to understand.

"well, that'll do it."

he laughed, "yep!"

"can i have a name for the order?" you didn't need it, but it was a good excuse to get his name.

"yes, yeah," then he paused, like he was trying to remember said name. "parker peter. wait, no— that's not what i meant. i-i don't know why it came out like that. peter. it's peter. parker, that's my last name... if you're wondering where that came from."

"okay... peter. cute."

you didn't ignore the blush that made it's way onto his face. maybe he didn't get flirted with often, you thought.

but then again, how could he not? peter was literally a greek god... like, what?

"so..." you started, wanting to break the silence, "what're you majoring in?"

"biotech."

"ooh, you're a science guy, huh?"

"yeah." peter was blushing again, you noted. why, though? did he think that was weird? or nerdy? well, it was nerdy, but in the best way possible.

"that's really cool!"

"you think?"

"of course!"

"um, yeah, i intern for mr. stark."

"mr. stark?" you racked your brain, trying to figure out whether or not you were supposed to know him. "...wait. oh my god, tony stark? like- like- stark industries? that tony stark?"

you were speechless. you knew that he had to be smart, considering he was in biotech. but this level? wow.

"mhm."

and, man, he seemed so modest about it.

"jeez, pete. that's insane!"

"thanks..." he glanced at your name tag, "y/n. that's a pretty name. what about you?"

"me? what about me?" you asked, banging on the side of the coffee machine. "damnit. this stupid piece of— ah-ha!" smiling as it started to work, you started filling up the large cup.

"major. wha-what are you majoring in?"

"huh— oh! i'm still in high school. i turn eighteen in a couple weeks. i'm a senior. y'know, at midtown."

peter's eyebrows shot up, "midtown?"

"hmm," you clipped on the top. glancing at the sharpie, you inhaled. you picked it up and scribbled down his name. and then, after a moment, you number.

"i used to go there. i knew you looked familiar. i'm a sophomore at college. you were... what, like freshman when i was there?"

"uh... yeah. something like that. that's so weird. i've never seen you around before."

peter winced, "um, yeah, i wasn't the most well known..."

you bit your lip, not wanting the conversation to drop.  "well, here's your disgustingly bland coffee, parker. sure you don't want any sugar or anything? a cookie, maybe?"

"no, i'm okay," he laughed, taking the cup from you. peter took out his wallet and handed you his card, which you took.

"sorry, again. for... you know."

"nothing to apologize for. you're good." pete furrowed his brows. "are- are you closing up yourself?"

you shrugged. "yeah. why?"

"no... it's just, it's really late."

"meh. i live, like, 5 minutes away from here."

"then i can drop you off? just so— just to make sure you get home safe."

"it's okay. besides, i still haven't finished," you gestured vaguely, "all this."

"i can wait. it's okay."

"pete—"

"it'd make me feel a lot better knowing you get home." he tilted his head at you.

everything about him felt so safe; you didn't even know him, but you already trusted him. he had that feeling that resonated off him.

"i—" you blushed, your insides squirming at the fact that he cared about your well-being. he was a stranger, and yet he still wanted to do this, so who were you to refuse? besides, it would be nice you stay and talk to him longer. "okay."

peter grinned, "cool!"

"just give me a minute." you cleaned up, wiping down the tables and pushing in chairs. "you know what'd be crazy?"

peter looked at you.

actually, you weren't sure if he'd ever looked away, because when you glanced up, his eyes were locked on you. "huh?"

"if you were, like, some kidnapper. and i just wouldn't know, because you'd be trying to seem nice, and then bam, you're dragging me to the trunk of your car. kinda like reverse psychology, but not."

he laughed, shaking his head. "how'd you know? man, you just blew my cover."

"don't even try it. i got a fancy red panic button on the underside of this counter."

"do you really?"

"yep... no. we don't. well, technically, we do. but it doesn't work."

"huh. okay."

the two of you went back and forth with little quips, making each other laugh, until finally, you were done. taking of your apron, you tossed it in the bin and hung up the cap. peter held the door open for you as you flipped over the "open" sign to "closed".

"you know, i normally don't let pretty boys walk me back home from work."

"well, i don't normally walk pretty girls home from work. so you should be flattered."

"i'll have you know that i am."

"how come you work so late anyways?"

you sighed, "we don't have... the greatest supply of money. my mom tries her best, but i like to put in the hours whenever i can to help. i do a bunch of extracurriculars because it looks good on resumes, and i only have time for anything else later in the day."

"i see. it's cool of you to help out like that. i'm sure your mom really appreciates that."

wincing, "she doesn't know i work this late. my mom doesn't get back from the office until 1 or 2am. it's nice i have a full scholarship. at least i don't have to pay for college. that crap is crazy expensive. or at least too expensive for us."?

"scholarship? that's awesome. where to?"

you shrugged, "midtown college. not as prestigious as their high school, but it's still something. majoring in graphic design."

"so you, like, draw?" his eyes lit up, "oh, is all that chalk art or the windows and board yours?"

"yep. you like?"

"yeah! are you kidding? that stuff's crazy. i could never."

you laughed, "thanks, pete. oh— well, this is my place. don't leak my address."

"no promises."

"and thanks, again. this was really sweet of you. it's nice knowing that there are still good people out there." and with a sudden burst of confidence, you kissed his cheek. "good night," you murmured.

you were too giddy and happy to look back at him, and you barely caught the farewell that rolled off his lips.

well, at least he had your number.

[cat-writes-sometimes]

En Pointe with the Devil Book 2, Ch 7

It was a gym. 

Augustus walked through the jungle of equipment, each machine sparkling clean and immaculately maintained. The black floor was rubbery and springy, perfect for slamming weights into without making a dent. Free weights stood perfectly aligned on their rack in the corner in ascending order in front of a large mirror the length of the wall. There was a wooden door on the far end of the room. Augustus opened it expecting a sauna but instead found a wine cellar filled to the ceiling with hundreds of bottles. 

With nothing suspicious to be found, he spent the rest of the day exploring the house. He found multiple offices, a few bedrooms, even more bathrooms, a lounge that smelled of cigars and a library. Augustus found out of all the doors in the house five were locked, mostly on the second floor of the house down the hall from where his room was. He assumed one of them was Maksims bedroom. In each corner and hallway Augustus found art of all kinds. Statues, fossils, paintings, tapestries, furniture. In one of the offices he even found what looked to be a skull of some sort of dinosaur overlooking the room from a large bookshelf. There was no way that could be real, he thought. Right? Augustus spent so long wandering around getting his bearings he didn’t notice the sun had set until his stomach started audibly growling. 

He hadn’t gotten a call or text from Maksim, just the note he found on the kitchen island in the morning. He thought about texting him to see if he could make himself something to eat but put the phone back in his pocket. Tu casa mi casa, he told himself as he tried to recreate the chicken sandwich he had in the morning. 

The next morning Maksim was still nowhere to be found. Nor the day after that, or the three days after. Soon a whole week had passed. Augustus would occasionally find notes left for him in the kitchen or on his door but otherwise Maksim had become a ghost. Somehow there was always food in the fridge waiting for him but no signs anyone had cooked. 

He thought he heard him rummaging around down the hall one day but when went to the source of the noise he found a wide eyed cleaning crew tidying up and taking away the trash. He tried to ask them questions but they didn’t speak English, or at least that's what they wanted him to think. 

He walked around the grounds, exploring the house behind the main house only to find more of the same. Art, hallways, perfectly decorated rooms. There was a barn when he walked ten minutes behind the house but all he found was landscaping equipment. 

Augustus never knew being kidnapped would be so… boring. The guilt and concern for his sanity when he realized boredom was the feeling gnawing away at him was as upsetting as it was alarming. At first the quiet was a nice change of pace but being all alone in such a big house soon turned exhausting and heavy. He looked at every piece of art, tried every door, began reading the books in the library but he had never had to sit still so long. It was foreign and uncomfortable to not be moving. He had no idea how Maksim lived there all alone. The high ceilings and large rooms made Augustus miss his shoebox of an apartment. 

He texted his friends daily, Kayla and Brittney called in tears swearing to get revenge for him but he told them to focus on themselves reassuring that he was fine for the millionth time.  Evan was now Rothbart and hated the hair paint just as much as Augustus had and complained how heavy the costume was.  Kayla hadn’t abandoned the company like she threatened but she fully intended to quit the second the plane landed on US soil. Which would be in a couple days. 

Emma had tried to call furiously at first, the texts and missed call notifications were relentless but withered. Augustus didn’t answer any of them. He found it funny, he could ask Maksim questions face to face  but couldn’t get himself to ask her any over the phone. 

Augustus sighed and laid on the obnoxiously large couch in the living room, sinking into the memory foam. The fabric was soft and smelled like cedar. The statue from the container in Naples stood in the corner on a pedestal, it arrived the day after they did. The bronze girl stared at the coffered ceiling in an endless gaze that Augustus was beginning to mimic. One of the notes attached to his door said the company auditions would be held in a month and a half so he would begin soon after. He cracked his toes, the crunches muffled by his house slippers.

No shoes in the house. - a note taped to his door said after he spent the previous day walking around outside and didn’t take his shoes off upon entry. August wore the house slippers he found near the front door ever since. 

He brought his knee to his chest, repeating the action with the other. His legs were stiff, his hips and knees creaked everytime he moved. 

Augustus went down to the gym in the basement, the lights flickering on as he reached the last step. Augustus wasn’t sure if Maksim would mind him touching his stuff, but seeing as he wasn’t around to ask, Augustus would have to ask forgiveness rather than permission. His own little revolt. 

He began moving the weights on the rack one by one to the opposite wall.  When he got to the heaviest, he had to roll them on the floor. Once the weights were off  he moved the metal rack to the side and stared at the unobstructed mirror. 

He went back upstairs and got changed into one of the many new practice outfits, a pair of black spandex tights and a matching long sleeve shirt. The doctor recommended he not strain himself and rest for a few weeks in case he had a concussion from being hit at the airport, but the incessant boredom was doing little to dull the headache behind his eyes.

He dragged a chair down the basement stairs and placed it next to the mirror. It was far from a barre but the wooden frame would do for now. It wasn’t his only concession, he opted for socks instead of slippers to avoid ruining the leather soles on the rubber.

He played some music on his phone and began warming up. When he didn’t move for so long his body felt like cold taffy that needed to be warmed and stretched. He went through some basic barre routines-pile, tendu, plie tendu, making his way through each position before turning to the other leg. He spent hours doing basic movements, his hand resting on the chair top, until the floor beneath him glistening with drops of sweat. 

He still had questions he needed to ask Maksim, things that kept him up at night staring at the texture of the plastered ceiling in the moonlight. But where was he? How had Augustus ran into him more across the European continent than in his own freaking house? The note about wearing indoor shoes had to mean he was watching him somehow. Or did the cleaning crew that was working that day tell him? Augustus bit his check as he gently leaned forward towards his toes before righting his spine and arching backwards with arm over head. 

Before he left the gym he stared at the mirror and tried to do a few turns, but the crack of lighting in his head told him it was too soon. 

He laid on his bed that night, after locking his door as always, trying to stay awake to hear if the front door opened, but the impromptu practice made his eyelids heavy and sleep took him before he heard anything.  

The next morning Augustus found no note on his door, nor was there one on the kitchen island. There was food waiting for him in the fridge but he didn’t eat it. Instead he found a cup and went to the fancy coffee machine on the corner. It took him two days to figure it out but soon a frothy cappuccino filled the cup. He got on his practice wear and went down to the basement ready for another round of practice, his legs were already sore from the day before and if there was anything you shouldn’t do with sore muscles it was to stay still. 

When he got to the mirror Augustus froze. A freestanding barre now stood where the chair did the day before, beneath it a dance floor mat had been placed ready and waiting. 

That night Augustus made a point to stay awake. He stayed in the living room right off of the main entry playing movies on the large TV over the fireplace. The barre and mat meant Maksim was watching him, no one else would think to install them. A normal person would have just let him continue to practice with the chair in his socks. For some reason that made Augustus’s frustration snap, now he was determined to talk to Maksim face to face. Whether he likes it or not. The grandfather clock in the corner made endless rounds until he could count the amount of chimes on one hand. 

Right when his eyes were about to close the locks on the front door began rattling. Augustus popped his head over the couch just in time to see Maksim walk through. Maksim shut the door behind him and rubbed his eyes with his palms before locking eyes with Augustus. Any words that Augustus was going to say got stuck in his throat the second their eyes met. Maksim looked tired, his sculptural face looked more sharp than before and there was a darkness under his eyes that Augustus didn’t remember. Regardless of how Maksim felt he was impeccably dressed, his long coat fluttered as he took it off and began to walk into the kitchen without a word. 

Augustus turned back around and focused on the screen. He didn’t know when but Blair Witch had begun to play, he loved that movie. Somehow the forest in the movie reminded him of the one just outside. Well, Augustus thought, at least Maksim knows I know he’s watching I guess. 

When the movie got to the point shit started to go downhill and they were lost in the forest with the witch hunting them, Augustus heard footsteps behind him. He could feel Maksim sit down on the other end of the couch. When he looked over Maksims eyes were on the screen as he munched away on a sandwich which looked alot like the one Augustus found in the fridge the first day. 

They stayed in silence for a while. Even after Maksims sandwich was gone his eyes remained glued to the screen. During the scary parts of the movie Augustus heard him hiss or swear, even felt the couch cushions bounce as he jumped during the jumpscares. Augustus found his eyes were more on Maksim than the movie. 

Maksim must have felt his eyes on him because not soon after he asked, “Do you like this kind of stuff?” 

Augustus had almost forgotten what Maksims voice sounded like. His accent carefully  laced around his velvety voice. Augustus nodded his head and continued watching as more and more of the cast went missing, taken by the witch in the woods. 

“How do you watch this? It’s so anxiety-inducing.”  

Augustus couldn’t stop his jaw from going slack. “You think this is scary?” 

“Is it not?” Maksim looked at him with equal disbelief. 

The killer gangster was afraid of horror movies, Augustus couldn’t believe it. In a strange way, it made Maksim seem more…human? They watched silently until the end, Maksims brow was in knots by the time the credits rolled and Augustus swore he saw him shiver. When Maksim began to gather his plate Augustus stood up with him. 

“So…where have you been?” Augustus asked. 

“Working.” Maksim answered. Augustus followed him to the kitchen. “We still have to find who’s taking our shipments.”

Augustus was taken aback by the honesty, he didn’t expect him to actually give him a coherent answer. “I thought the group had been…dealt with?” 

Maksim put the plate in the sink and turned to him. “Do you really want to know?” 

Augustus knew he probably shouldn’t want to know. But he couldn’t help it. He slowly nodded yes. 

“Well I guess there’s no harm in telling you, it's not like you’re going anywhere. That group from before? It wasn’t the one we were after, or rather it wasn’t its head.” 

“So this group you’re after…the one that took your shipments…”

“They’re still out there.” Maksim finished for him. 

“You said they are bad people right?” Augustus didn’t know where that question came from. 

Maksim's expression softened, “Yes. The worst.” Somehow that made Augustus feel more at ease. 

Standing in awkward silence, Augustus began fiddling with the drawstring of his hoodie. “So, I won’t be seeing you that often?” 

Maksms lips upturned in a smirk, “Why, do you miss me?” 

“This house is creepy.” Augustus blurted. Oh shit, was that insulting? “I mean it's a nice house, but it's big. When you are alone in it…” He trailed off. 

For a moment Maksims expression was the same as when they had dinner together. Smug and arrogant, borderline playful. “Why do you think it's haunted? Is Augustus scared of a few ghosts? You need Maksim to chase them away?”

Augustus didn’t know what look spread across his face but whatever it was made Maksim chuckle lightly. 

“I’ll try to be home more often. Ok, daragoi?” Maksim moved away from the sink in the direction of the stairs. 

“I have some questions!” Augustus called, chasing after him. 

“Not tonight, I’m tired. Another time.” Maksim waved before making his way down the hall opposite from Augustus’s room. The door Maksim  went through shut with a click but not before he yelled “Good Night!”  

Augustus went back to his room in a huff but fell asleep easier that night than he normally did. The next afternoon when he went down to the basement he heard weights slamming from the top of the stairs. Was Maksim still home? Augustus made his way down but there was no Maksim in sight. 

Instead, he found a large bald man maxing out one of the leg machines.

Want to read more? Check out En Pointe with the Devil on A03 by Catrin. Link on my page.

[baileypie-writes]

Hi I was wondering if you could do a part 3 focusing more on domestic life, like cuddling, doing chores together and dates, also I was wondering if you can add how Shouko feels and reacts to everything the reader has done for her

A/N ~ Sure! Hope you enjoy!

~Thanks for Everything~

Shouko Nishimiya x Fem!Protective!Reader

Part 1, Part 2

Fandom: A Silent Voice

Reader: Female

Relationship: Romantic

Genre: Fluff

Synopsis: It’s you and Shouko’s two year anniversary. Before celebrating, you do chores together before while enjoying each other’s company.

Warnings: None!

~Masterlists~

~A Silent Voice Masterlist~

Any dialogue in italics is in sign language. If the character is also speaking, it will be mentioned.

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The music blared loudly through your headphones as you cleaned. You moved the broom along to the beat, having fun. Then you grabbed the dust pan, and carefully swept all the crumbs and dust into it. Finally, you walked over to the trash can, and threw it away.

You took your phone out of your pocket, and turned off the music. After taking your headphones off, you put the broom and dust pan back in the hall closet. You sighed, happy to get at least one of the chores done. You would do more, but you ran out of cleaning supplies. So Shouko was at the store getting more. When she came back, the two of you were going to do all the chores, so you could enjoy your anniversary without worrying about anything.

It was actually your two year anniversary of the two do you dating. You’ve come a long way. You both have good, well paying jobs, and now live in an apartment together. To celebrate, you both were going to watch a movie while eating a bunch of junk.

You perked up when you heard the sound of keys jingling from outside the front door. You rushed over, waiting for it to open. When it did, Shouko came inside with three grocery bags in her arms.

“Hey! How was the trip? Did you get everything?” You signed.

“It was good, and yes.” She replied.

“Great! Let me help you.”

Shouko smiled, and held out one of her arms so you can take a bag. You smiled too, as she didn’t refuse your help. She’s been getting better at accepting it lately, which you’re very proud of.

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You and Shouko decided to start with the dishes. They were starting to really pile up, so you both wanted to get it out of the way. You happily opened the new pack of sponges, and placed them near the sink. You were estatic to have new ones, as your current one was barely a sponge anymore, just a crumbled piece of mesh. You grabbed its “corpse”, and threw it in the trash.

“Thank God that thing’s gone.” You signed to Shouko. She giggled, covering her mouth as she did so.

After the tap water was hot, you began doing the dishes. You and Shouko were squished together, shoulder to shoulder as you scrubbed. After Shouko would finish a dish, she’d pass it over to you to put it on the drying rack. You smiled, as it felt like some sort of factory.

Ten or so minutes in, you felt a bit playful. Smirking, you splashed some water at Shouko. She gasped, then let out an annoyed whine. You laughed, as she grabbed a paper towel to dry her shirt. But you didn’t expect her to splash you back, only way worse.

“Ack! Hey!” You laughed, then splashed her again. This resulted in the two of you having a water fight.

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The dishes were done, and both you and Shouko’s clothes were wet. You were drying each other off, when you heard the washing machine go off.

“The laundry’s done.” You signed.

“You can start hanging them up. I’ll clean the counters.” She responded.

“Alright.”

You went over to the washing machine, and opened it. You took out all the wet clothes, and threw them into the laundry basket. Shouko was already spraying and wiping down the countertops as walked over to the balcony. The sliding door was pushed open by your foot, and you set the basket down by the clotheslines. Then, grabbing some clothes pins, you began hanging up the laundry.

A few minutes later, you were joined by Shouko. She put a few of the clothes pins in her mouth, and helped you out.

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You were finally done with all the chores, and you were relieved. You collapsed on the couch and let out a big sigh. Picking up the remote, you turned on the TV, and began looking for a movie to watch. After realizing that Shouko wasn’t with you, peaked your head into the kitchen to see if she was in there.

You let out a gasp of surprise when you saw her carrying a cake into the living room. Her face had a bashful expression on it as she carefully set it on the coffee table.

“What’s this?” You asked, looking at it. It was a round cake, with white frosting. Pink icing was piped around it in cute rosettes, and there were words written on the middle. The words read ‘Happy Anniversary!’.

“Aww, Shouko!”

She blushed, avoiding eye contact from being so flustered. “I just wanted to thank you for everything you’ve done for me. You’ve been protecting me and caring for me since we were young, so I wanted to give you something in return. It’s not much, but I hope it gets my feelings across. I really am thankful for everything you’ve done for me.”

You leaped up your seat, and enveloped her in a tight hug. “I love it Shouko! Thank you so much! And I’ll always be here for you!”

Shouko smiled, and leaned in to give you a kiss. It surprised you a bit, as she almost never initiates them. Nevertheless, you kissed her back.

“I love you, (name).” She signed after you pulled away.

“I love you too, Shouko.”

You took her hand in yours, and let her to the couch. After sitting down, you cut a piece of cake for each of you. Then, you settled in to watch a movie. You and Shouko cuddled close, your head resting on top of hers. You both were so thankful for each other, and we’re happy to spend your anniversary together.

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~~baileypie-writes

[hamsterbellbelle]

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[victorluvsalice]

-->Okay, that’s enough Build/Buy shenanigans – time to actually get the trio DOING stuff! Smiler got sent to the new barn basement to put away their nectar, clean the maker, then squash up some more grapes, while I told Alice to lick herself clean and finish up her delicate bracelet and Victor to clean up the pet poop on the back porch and then head upstairs to bed. XD After taking a moment to check the calendar (and to cancel the pop-up holiday “Neighborhood Brawl” as it just isn’t my scene), I checked in on Alice – she not only finished her bracelet at “excellent” quality, she also developed a Like for Gemology in the process! Right after pinching her finger working the wire, so you know she was serious. :p I got her a Crystal Charging Grid and put her new bracelet out there to charge (it has the crystal that reduces negative moodlets faster, so we want it charged up), then had her go and stop Shock from eating chicken feed. Fortunately, one scolding is all it took for Shock to finally learn that she shouldn’t eat trash, and she and Alice had an adorable bonding moment right afterward. Awwww~ It’s nice when the pets actually behave!

Anyway – after opening up the MySim capsule she picked up a couple of sessions ago (just another Chef Gino; I promptly sold it), I had Alice scavenge (she found a couple of common upgrade parts) then head to bed to top up her energy. Smiler, meanwhile, after finishing up their nectar, got put on “make mechanisms” duty for a bit because I’m still working toward that Servo, damn it. Once they were done with that, they fed Toothy the cowplant, repaired a broken water collector, recycled the resultant trash pile (plus some more wraith wax) and played with Shadow…

--->And then 5 AM rolled around, and the farm chores could begin in earnest! I woke Victor up to tend to his greenhouse – only to discover he had spoiled food in his inventory and instead sent him to take care of that (and clean out the fridge too while he was at it). Smiler, as usual, got put on chicken duty, spreading a little feed and cleaning the coop, while Alice got sent to harvest the prairie grass in Moory’s pen (finding a hematite crystal – the kind that makes your Sim functionally immortal when charged – and a bottle of energy nectar in the process; the latter went into the aging racks downstairs). Victor rewarded himself for a good clean-up job with a Minty Mocha cupcake breakfast, then I had him get in his “gardening” outfit and sent him into the greenhouse to plant some fresh oversized crops and tend the garden. Alice moved on from taking care of the prairie grass to taking care of Moory (the cow needed a thorough clean today), while Smiler did a quick sort of the trash (gotta get those recyclables) before heading back to the chickens to chat with them and gather the eggs (three normal ones, two hatchable ones – the latter got sold as I’m not interested in more chickens at the moment). I then had Smiler join Victor in the greenhouse to apply some super vitality fertilizer to the new oversized crops, while Alice cleaned out Moory’s shed –

-->And then, out by the recycle machine, transformed into a werewolf! Because it had been a little while since she hung out in Beast form, and I figured it was about time she did some werewolf stuff. Like marking her territory in the front yard. XD I was THEN going to have her do some more scavenging and the like –

[flowersnteacups]

NaClYoHo Day 14, 15, 16 + 17

After the train ride on Monday I wanted to take a break on Tuesday to not invite another headache. Except I remember that I made a phone call and moved most of the laundry from the drying rack into the bedroom, folded it and put nearly everything away. Then I had to rest.

On Wednesday I had two appointments, had to rest again but managed to clean a toolbox and sort some screws (I need a bigger box and there are some bits that I cannot identify).

Yesterday I gave a bag of mom's laundry and a box with three jars to sibling's partner and got a coffee machine! And I managed to sort and tidy two shelves of the open kitchen cabinet and took a big bag of trash out.

Today I washed the dishes, donated a few things to the 2nd hand store and bought a warm jacket. In the afternoon I had a doctor's appointment and after that my brain was syrup.

[limetimo]

im trying to do the daily cleaning but my head is all over the place so im just walking from one room to another achieving nothing

so here's the battle plan:

laundry - put away the dry stuff - hang the wet stuff - put the bedsheets and the whites in the washing machine

the bed - put on clean bedsheet done without the cat moving an INCH from her chosen napping spot - put dry sheets on blankets and pillows cat did not like this and cleared out :( -make the bed

the table - empty the dining table so that we can put the chairs up

kitchen - dishes first - put away other stuffs that ought not to be on the counter - wipe down counter - take out the trash - put the glass bottles away

the floors - vacuum if needed - mop it - mop again but for good smell - wait until 100% dry before putting the chairs down or the yuck stuck on the legs will release on the floor

take out the cat litter

BONUS TASKS for after outside chores are done (if we're not le tired)(or maybe during the random evening burst of energy):

Bathrooms - reorganise and wipe down cabinets - wipe the heating towel racks - scrub bath tub - mirrors - toilets

utility room - wipe down surfaces - scrub the sink - wipe down the fridge + the insides

kitchen - wipe the bottoms of teh drawers - wipe the outsides of the cabitets

dusting - the top of the windows - the top of the stove

the porch - put away the cardboard boxes - swipe down the tiles

Kk sounds like a plan. Let's find a good yt cleaning playlist and let's gooo

[dolphinyw]

Bathroom Accessories

wholesale bathroom sets refer to a range of practical and decorative items used to enhance the functionality and ambiance of bathrooms. They include items such as soap dishes, toothbrush holders, towel racks, shower curtains, bath mats, and toilet brush holders, among others. bathroom accessories wholesale can come in various styles, colors, and materials to complement any decor and improve hygiene, organization, and comfort in the bathroom.

What Are Some Common bath accessories wholesale?

1. Soap dispenser: Used to store and dispense liquid soap.

2. Toothbrush holder: Used to store toothbrushes and keep them from touching each other.

3. Towel bar: Used to hang towels and keep them off the floor.

4. Bath mat: Used to prevent slips and falls on wet bathroom floors and to absorb water.

5. Shower curtain: Used to prevent water from splashing outside of the shower area.

6. Toilet brush holder: Used to store a toilet brush and keep it off the bathroom floor.

7. Tissue box cover: Used to cover a box of tissues and provide a decorative touch.

8. Wastebasket: Used to dispose of trash in the bathroom.

9. Mirrors: Used for grooming purposes and to add a decorative touch to the bathroom.

10. Shower caddy: Used to store shampoo, conditioner, and other shower supplies.

Can I Put My Shower Curtain In The Washing Machine?

Many plastic or vinyl shower curtains can be washed in a washing machine, but it's important to check the care label or manufacturer's instructions before washing to make sure that it's safe to do so. Generally, it is recommended to wash shower curtains in cold or warm water with a mild detergent on a delicate cycle. It's also important to remember to remove any metal hooks or rings before washing, to avoid damaging the washing machine or shower curtain.

To prevent soap scum buildup on the shower curtain, you can add a cup of vinegar to the wash cycle. Additionally, if you add a towel to the wash, it can help scrub the curtain clean. After the wash cycle is complete, allow the shower curtain to air dry completely before rehanging it in the bathroom.

If the shower curtain is too delicate to machine wash, it can usually be cleaned by hand using a gentle cleaner and a soft-bristled brush. Either way, maintaining clean and mildew-free shower curtains can help keep the bathroom looking fresh and hygienic.

Do I Need A Bath Mat In My Bathroom?

A bath mat is a great accessory to have in a bathroom. Here are a few reasons why you might need one:

1. Safety: A bath mat can help prevent slips and falls on wet bathroom floors. This is especially important if you have young children or elderly family members living with you, who may be more vulnerable to falls.

2. Comfort: A bath mat can provide a comfortable and soft surface to step onto after a bath or shower, instead of a cold, slippery tile floor.

3. Protection: A bath mat can help protect your bathroom floor from water damage caused by moisture or splashes from the shower or bath.

4. Hygiene: A bath mat can help absorb water and keep your feet and the bathroom floor dry. This can help prevent mildew and mold buildup in the bathroom, which can be unsightly and potentially harmful to your health.

5. Aesthetic appeal: A bath mat can be an attractive addition to your bathroom decor. With a variety of styles, colors, and materials to choose from, you can find a bath mat that complements the look of your bathroom and enhances its overall appeal.

Overall, a bath mat is a practical and useful accessory to have in any bathroom.

How Do I Clean My Bathroom Accessories?

1. Toothbrush holder: For plastic or ceramic toothbrush holders, use soap and warm water to scrub away any toothpaste residue. For a deep clean, you can use a mixture of white vinegar and baking soda to remove any stains.

2. Soap dispenser: Fill the dispenser halfway with warm water and add a drop of dish soap. Pump the dispenser a few times to clean the inside. Rinse it out thoroughly with warm water and refill with soap.

3. Shower curtain and liner: Remove the curtain and liner and put them in the washing machine on a delicate cycle with a mild detergent. For a more thorough clean, add some white vinegar to the wash cycle.

4. Towel rack: Use a damp cloth to wipe down the towel rack and remove any dust or dirt. For metal towel racks, you can use a metal cleaner to restore shine.

5. Toilet brush and holder: After use, rinse the brush with hot water to remove any remaining debris, then place it back in the holder. To clean the holder, remove any excess water and spray it with a disinfectant cleaner. Leave it for a few minutes, then rinse it thoroughly with hot water.

6. Toilet seat and lid: Use a damp cloth and a mild cleaner to wipe down the toilet seat and lid. Rinse the cloth frequently and use a scrub brush to remove any stains.

7. Mirrors: Clean mirrors with a glass cleaner and a microfiber cloth to avoid streaks. For a budget-friendly option, use a mixture of water and vinegar instead.

How Often Should I Replace My Bathroom Accessories?

The frequency of replacing bathroom accessories largely depends on the quality of the products, how well they are taken care of, and how often they are used. However, here are some general guidelines:

1. Towels: Replace every 1-2 years, depending on how often they are used and washed. If they start to feel rough or lose their absorbency, it's time to replace them.

2. Shower curtains and liners: Replace shower liners every 4-6 months, or as soon as mold or mildew begins to form. Replace shower curtains every 1-2 years, depending on wear and tear.

3. Toothbrushes: Replace every 3-4 months, or sooner if the bristles become frayed or the brush becomes discolored.

4. Toilet brushes: Replace every 6 months to a year, depending on usage. If the bristles become flattened or discolored, it's time to replace it.

5. Soap dispenser: Depending on the quality and type of the dispenser, you may need to replace it every few years if it becomes worn or damaged.

6. Towel racks, toilet roll holders, and other hardware: These fixtures can last for many years, but may need to be replaced if they become damaged or outdated.

In general, it's a good idea to periodically assess the condition of your bathroom accessories and replace them as needed to keep your bathroom clean, hygienic and functioning well.

[compulsivedragon]

Can't believe it's been over a year. That cleaning service? Yeah never happened. Turned out $800 was WAY out of my budget after I experienced a sudden expense. (Who could have seen that coming?🤦‍♀️)

Still, progress isn't a straight line. My apartment got continually worse over the course of the year, but a few things have changed.

1. I got a new job so I'm feeling a lot more hopeful and less stressed

2. My AC has been out since last summer and I always felt like I couldn't call the maintenance guy because my apartment was in the condition it is but I couldn't actually clean the apartment because it was 100° inside during the summer. So I caved and got a small window unit and it has made a huge difference.

3. I got a small storage unit for cheap to hold all of my school supplies during the summer so they don't overwhelm my apartment during the time when I have the most leeway to clean.

4. I have made a list of things in my apartment that I do not use and are nice enough and in good enough condition to sell or donate.

5. I am trying a "zoning" strategy instead of timing myself. I split my apartment into 30-ish small zones and I am hoping to clean 1-ish a day. Some zones are worse than others. I'm on day 2.

Yesterday, I tackled the entryway. I was having trouble getting the door open because of all of the boxes, packaging materials, and just general CRAP that slowly piled up on me. Threw out 1 trash bag and several boxes. I put 3 small boxes in storage and am getting a small shoe rack to organize my shoes and hold my bag. (Ignore the paint job I SWEAR TO GODDD one thing at a time) Will vacuum! The sewing machine stays until I find a better place. It's not perfect but it is miles better and a huge relief

Today, I had a bit of work so I tackled the easier job of the kitchen sink counter. Only had a bit of trash. Have to call the maintenance guy about the dishwasher because it backs up into the sink and the disposal doesn't run so I had to clean everything by hand. Selling the air fryer as I have only used it once. And I solemnly swear the cupboards aren't packed with stuff. I'm working on cleaning, not just shuffling.

So far, so good. Pray for me.

[georgiaandgray]

Meet the Staff (And Try Not to Conjure Lightening) (Todd From Asgard)

Carver Elementary wasn’t the most glamorous of schools. The copier was sentient and vindictive. Half the ceiling tiles were water-stained into Rorschach shapes. But it had heart. And maybe asbestos. But mostly heart.

Delaney had promised herself she’d keep her love life separate from work. But Todd—the human embodiment of an epic poem—had different plans.

“I would like to meet your village,” he said one morning, handing her a thermos of what he called “fortified tea.” It tasted like lightning and licorice.

“You mean… my coworkers?”

“Yes. The other warriors. The elders. The... snack providers.”

Delaney blinked. “Are you asking to come to work?”

“I would be most discreet,” he said solemnly. “Invisible. Like the silent hawk.”

Spoiler: he was not.

He showed up during morning prep in a flannel shirt, boots too nice for city sidewalks, and a respectful-yet-impossible-to-miss aura of divine intensity. Every teacher in the building immediately noticed.

Kaleem spotted him first and gasped so hard he dropped a tray of googly eyes.

“Oh my god, he’s real,” he whispered. “And hot. Like, ‘my sister would fake an injury to meet him’ hot.”

“Be cool,” Delaney muttered, guiding Todd toward the lounge.

“I am always cool,” Todd said sincerely, before knocking over a coat rack and catching it with reflexes that made everyone stop chewing.

In the lounge, Ms. Trudy—resident wise elder and queen of side-eyes—gave him a once-over.

“Who’s your lumberjack?”

“This is Todd,” Delaney said. “He’s, uh… shadowing me.”

“For what? Logging?”

Kaleem, hovering near the vending machine, whispered, “I bet he calls trash cans ‘refuse chalices.’”

He wasn’t wrong. Todd did, in fact, later refer to the staff fridge as “the communal ice vault.”

But he was polite. Helpful. When the science teacher dropped a box of magnifying glasses, Todd caught two midair and set them down like priceless artifacts.

“Thank you,” she said, blinking.

“I honor the lens of discovery,” he replied, bowing slightly.

By recess, students had caught wind of Delaney’s “guest.”

One kindergartener approached and asked, “Are you the prince?”

“I… am a prince,” Todd said carefully.

The kid nodded and offered him a Capri Sun. “Then you can sit with us.” He did.

Outside, Todd stood guard like a Norse sentinel while the kids built a leaf pile and debated the ethics of sharing glue sticks. When a squirrel ran too close, Todd gently redirected it with a quiet

“Be at peace, tree beast.”

Back in the lounge, Trudy cornered Delaney.

“Okay,” she said. “Is he normal?”

“No.”

“Is he dangerous?”

“Only to outdated gender roles.”

“Well, shoot,” she said, nodding. “Lock it down.”

At the end of the day, Todd helped clean paint brushes, offered a shoulder rub to the custodian (who now referred to him as “Captain Shoulders”), and gave Delaney a carved wooden charm “to protect her from negative Yelp reviews.”

Delaney walked home, charm in one hand, stupid smile on her face. She was falling. Fast. And if she noticed that thunder seemed to roll whenever Todd got too emotional?

Well. She chalked it up to spring.

[umichenginabroad]

Week 2: Housing at Sogang University (Seoul, South Korea)

Hi everyone! I'm just now starting my second week at Sogang University, and today I'll be discussing housing.

As of this year, the CIS Abroad program that IPE has partnered with requires students to live in the on campus dorm, called Gonzaga Hall. The dormitory building has two sides: one for female residents, and one for male residents. The majority of residents are international students, but there are also a decent number of Korean students living on campus as well.

FEES/ROOMMATE

Thankfully, the dorm fee is included in the program fee through CIS abroad. Roommates are randomly assigned, but generally, students from the same program/university are placed together. For example, my roommate is the only other student from UMich studying abroad at Sogang this semester. All rooms are doubles, and you'll share a bathroom/shower with your roommate. The rooms are quite small in comparison to doubles at UMich, so be prepared to not have much privacy.

RULES

Gonzaga Hall's rules are far stricter than the University of Michigan dorm rules, and it might be a bit difficult to adjust to. Men are not allowed on the women's side of the dorms, and vice versa, at any given time.

There is also a "curfew", but it's really not too difficult to follow, albeit a bit confusing to understand. If you're planning to stay out past midnight, you must leave the dorms before midnight, and return before 5 am. If you're planning to stay out all night, you need to fill out a form indicating so before 11:50 pm. And if you leave the dorms AFTER midnight, you're only allowed to be out for 10 minutes (unless you've filled out the "staying outside all night" form). All of these rules and other important information is covered in orientation, so don't worry if it's a bit confusing.

Alcohol, weapons or drugs (obviously), cooking appliances, hair straighteners/curlers, and other beauty appliances are not allowed in the dorms. Hair dryers are the only exception to this rule.

Also, you must label all food that you place in the shared refrigerator (there's one on each floor) with your name and room number. Expired food must be removed immediately.

Breaking any of these rules, depending on the severity of the "crime", could result in expulsion from the dorms at worst, and cause you to accrue "penalty points" at best. Penalty points add up, and at a certain point, also result in expulsion from the dorms. For full time students, accruing penalty points can also make it harder for them to live in the dorms during the next school year, but this isn't really relevant for exchange students.

ROOM CHECKS, RA's

Each floor has someone akin to an RA who provides guidance and gives updates on dorm-related matters. They also conduct floor meetings and room checks every 4-5 weeks. Floor meetings are essentially zoom calls in which new information about the dorm/rules are discussed. Room checks basically entail the RA checking whether your dorm is clean, your trash is disposed of properly (more on this later), and that you don't have any contraband in your room.

DORM FEATURES: LAUNDRY, CONVENIENCE STORE, COMMON AREAS

Laundry rooms are located on the basement floor of the dorms. Men and women have separate laundry rooms. In order to do your laundry, you'll need to buy your own detergent (either in advance, or at the small machine in front of the laundry rooms- single use packets of detergent cost only 500 won (around 30 cents)). You'll need to download an app to do laundry and load money onto it at a convenience store. Each washing machine/dryer costs 1300 won (around 90 cents) per load. I recommend using drying racks (free for students to use) instead of dryers for any heavier items of clothing or blankets, since the dryers are not particularly effective.

The basement floor also has a mini unmanned convenience store where you can buy snacks, drinks, frozen food, and cup noodles. There's another 24/7 convenience store right in front of the dorms, but this one is convenient if you don't feel like going outside for whatever reason (weather, etc.).

There is a small "cafeteria" where you can sit and eat food from the convenience store on the basement floor as well. There are also smaller common areas in the lobby of each floor of the dorms (right in front of the elevators).

COOKING

There is no kitchen in the dorms, and cooking appliances are prohibited, so cooking in the dorms is impossible. However, there are both microwaves and boiling water available on all floors of the dorms. Therefore, you can prepare frozen food, reheat leftovers, or eat instant ramen if you want to. Any "real food", however, will need to be bought outside of the dorms.

TRASH

Disposing of trash in South Korea is extremely complicated in comparison to the US. All trash needs to be separated carefully into 3 categories (food waste, regular waste, recycling), each of which require different colored bags (which you'll need to buy at a convenience store). There are no trash cans on the dorm floors, so you need to bag your trash by yourself in your room and then take it down to the dumpsters outside.

Thank you for reading, and I'll see you again next week!

Lilly Richards, Robotics, Sogang University in Seoul, South Korea

[bilalraees354]

Smart Storage Ideas for Modular Kitchen in 2025

Source of Info ; https://www.regalokitchens.com/article/smart-storage-ideas-for-modular-kitchen-in-2025

In 2025, creative and functional modular kitchen storage solutions are the main focus. Smart storage is growing as an important part of kitchen design in modern homes, which focus both functionality and beauty. Every available space is properly used with features like rooftop racks, corner carousels, and pull-out cabinets. Essentials remain neat and easy to find using sliding shelves, magnetic strips, and drawer organizers. Vertical storage choices and hidden compartments reduce dust while adding improvement. Comfort is increased with the use of technology, such as smart devices and automated cabinets. Kitchens are now both useful and beautiful due to these concepts, which also use available space while combining productivity and style. Regalo Kitchens is still at the top of providing these modern storage options.

1. Pull-Out Cabinets for Narrow Spaces

Often, a modular kitchen has less spaces that are left unused. Pull-out cabinets make it possible to use these areas properly. These slim units can store spices, oils, or even cleaning supplies, keeping everything accessible and organized. Modern pull-out cabinets come equipped with soft-close machines and stylish handles for increased usage.

2. Corner Carousel Units

Corner spaces in modern kitchens can be tricky to manage. In 2025, corner carousel units, also known as Lazy Susans, are trending. These rotating shelves allow you to improve corner storage without compromising ability. Whether it’s pots, pans, or food containers, everything stays within reach.

3. Overhead Storage with Hydraulic Mechanisms

Overhead cabinets are an attack in modular kitchen, but they’re now smarter than ever. Hydraulic mechanisms allow you to pull down these cabinets for easy access and push them back effortlessly. This creation is particularly useful for people of all heights and abilities, making storage more beneficial.

4. Drawer Organizers for Utensils

Say goodbye to unorganized drawers. Drawer organizers are a must-have in 2025 for a space in the modular kitchen without noise. These customizable inserts can be adjusted to fit your utensils, knives, and other kitchen tools perfectly. Look for bamboo or steel options for durability and a premium feel.

5. Tall Pantry Units

Tall pantry units are a blessing for those who love to stock up on groceries. These units come with multiple shelves and pull-out trays, making it easier to store and access items. Transparent or covered glass doors add a touch of style while helping you keep track of your stock.

6. Integrated Appliances with Hidden Storage

The formation of appliances like ovens, microwaves, and refrigerators with hidden storage is becoming continuously popular. These units not only save space but also create a stylish look. Hidden compartments around these appliances can store trays, oven mitts, and other accessories.

7. Sliding and Folding Cabinet Doors

Sliding and folding doors are ideal for small modular kitchen as they save space and increase accessibility. These modern designs ensure that every inch of your kitchen is used productively, while also adding a modern vibe.

8. Wall-Mounted Racks and Magnetic Strips

In 2025, wall-mounted storage solutions are more functional and productive. Magnetic strips for knives and racks for pots, pans, or even spice jars keep your countertops clear. These solutions are both practical and good looking.

9. Under-Sink Storage Solutions

The area under the sink is often unexplored. Modern under-sink storage units feature pull-out baskets, adjustable shelves, and even space for trash bins. Materials like stainless steel and waterproof laminates make durability in this moisture-prone area.

10. Multi-Tiered Drawers

Multi-tiered drawers offer layered storage within a single unit. For example, you can store cutlery in the top layer, plates in the middle, and bowls at the bottom.In terms of saving space, this design maintains cleanliness in your kitchen.

11. Roll-Out Trays and Baskets

Roll-out trays and baskets are perfect for deep cabinets. These units glide out smoothly, allowing you to reach items at the back without straining. They are ideal for storing heavy pots, pans, and small appliances.

12. Smart Trash and Recycling Solutions

Sustainability is a key theme in 2025, and smart trash solutions reflect this. Modular kitchen now features trash bins with separate areas for recyclables, compost, and general waste. Sensor-operated lids add a tech-savvy touch.

13. Customized Wine Racks

For wine consumers, customized wine racks are a great addition. These can be easily merged into your cabinetry or as standalone units. Modern designs include temperature-controlled units to keep your collection in perfect condition.

14. Hidden Countertop Extensions

Hidden countertop extensions provide extra workspace when needed. These pull-out surfaces are perfect for making meals or Changing additional guests during gatherings. When not in use, they slide back easily.

15. Vertical Dividers for Baking Trays

Vertical dividers in cabinets make it easier to store and recover baking trays, cutting boards, and lids. These slim compartments use space consuming and prevent items from toppling over.

16. Open Shelves for Frequently Used Items

Open shelving isn’t just trendy—it’s practical. Use these shelves for items you use daily, such as mugs, bowls, or spices. Combine functionality with style by displaying decorative jars and plants alongside essentials. Open shelves for commonly used items provide visibility and quick access, making it easy to get what you need daily. 

17. Lighting-Enhanced Storage

Smart lighting has entered the world of modular kitchen storage. LED lights inside cabinets and drawers not only illuminate the interiors but also add a touch of luxury. Motion sensors verify lights turn on and off automatically, increasing energy capacity.

18. Modular Kitchen Island with Storage

A kitchen island isn’t just a statement piece, it’s also a storage powerhouse. Modular kitchen islands in 2025 come with drawers, shelves, and hidden compartments. Some even include built-in charging stations for added functionality.

19. Hanging Pot Racks

Hanging pot racks are a classic storage solution with a modern twist. They allow easy entry to kitchenware and free up storage space. Choose from modern metal designs or rustic wooden finishes to suit your modular kitchen beauty. A useful kitchen storage option that preserves floor space is a floating pot rack. They give a stylish and practical touch to the kitchen's decor while keeping pots, pans, and utensils easily reachable from their ceiling attachment.

20. Smart Storage Apps and Solutions

Technology plays a big role in smart storage for 2025. Apps can now help you organize your kitchen shares, track expiry dates, and even suggest recipes based on available ingredients. Combined smart screens in cabinets are also becoming a reality.

Conclusion 

By combining functionality and look, smart storage creations are transforming modular kitchen designs in 2025. Pull-out pantry units, corner rotating shelves, and drawer organizers are examples of designs that improve space usage and improve comfort. Small kitchen spaces are maximized with wall-mounted racks and vertical storage options, while hiding cabinets maintain a modern look. Functionality is further reduced by smart appliances with built-in storage. Trending green choices without reducing style are multipurpose fixtures and sustainable materials.

One of India's top kitchen brands, Regalo Kitchens, is an outstanding example of these developments, combining technology with imaginative designs that meet modern requirements. Kitchens are becoming productive, organized areas that reflect modern lifestyles and improve daily cooking experiences due to creative storage.