#concerto countertop

[carolinhairandmakeup]

Bathroom 3/4 Bath in Boston

[serialthrill]

Bathroom in Boston Mid-sized contemporary 3/4-tile walk-in shower idea with flat-panel cabinets, white cabinets, a one-piece toilet, blue walls, an undermount sink, quartz countertops, a hinged shower door, and gray countertops.

[french-vanilla-in-the-clouds]

𝐓𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥

𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: When Sherlock comes home high off the thrill of case solving, he proceeds to drive Y/N insane (in the best way, of course). Though he refuses to wind down and take a break, Y/N must use her wits to CALM. HIM. DOWN.

Sleepy Sherlock + fluff! ♡

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The drone of Mrs Hudon's vacuum thrummed below the flat. It was a lazy day on Baker Street, and Y/N could feel it's droll effects.

She stood by the kitchen table, steeping a cup of tea. It's colour drained out in ribbons as she watched with unenthused interest. Sherlock hadn’t made it home that night, so the flat was painfully quiet.

Y/N prodded at her teabag. She squeezed the last of its flavouring out with a spoon and sighed. "So this is what he means when he's bored," she muttered.

She was about to dump the tea for the sake of steeping another batch, when a familiar voice boomed from the front door.

"I AM BRILLIANT! Oh darling, I know my mind is first-rate, but there are moments where even I'm impressed by its rampant  luminosity!"

Y/N gave a jolt at the sudden intrusion. The door crashed against its frame and she nearly lost grip of her teacup. The drink sloshed and burned the back of her hand.

"SHERLOCK!" she cried out. "You startled me!"

Sherlock ignored the reprimand and followed the sound of his partner's voice. His steps were quick, nearly giddy.

Y/N frowned when he creeped into the kitchen. "Three cases solved within a twelve hour span!" he hissed, excited. "I am on FIRE!"

Sherlock's hair was mussed and his eyes gleamed wildly. He sounded breathless when he spoke, as though he had raced across the city.

Y/N bit back a smile and tried to remember her annoyance. "What are you going on about?" she demanded.

Sherlock grinned, nearly buzzing. "A magnificent performance on my part! A tri-movement concerto where I cracked the cases in an eloquent sequence of acuity and guile!"

"Good day, I take it?"

Sherlock dragged his hand along the edge of the countertop until he reached Y/N. His rushed strides were clumsy as he stumbled towards her. He squeezed her shoulders and planted a fervent kiss on her cheek. "Oh, you have no idea!"

"Sherlock, maybe you should take a breather now. You've been out since yesterday. Don't you think a bit of rest is in order?" 

He looked down and noticed the steaming teacup still in her hands. "No time for that," he chided. "Come hear about the investigations!" Sherlock tossed the drink to the sink, making the porcelain clatter. Before Y/N could object, he gripped her hand tight and led her to the living room.

Sherlock drew open the curtains with great zeal, his open arms casting shaded silhouettes against the room. "Let's set the scene," he said with a dark smile. He turned back to his partner and stalked around her, building up his narrative.

"A robbery, six missing persons, and a murder. All distinct at first glance, wouldn't you say?"

Y/N perched on the edge of an armchair and crossed her arms. She was amused by his dramatization but worried about his lack of rest. In the moments where Sherlock Holmes was still high off the thrill of case solving, he was nonstop.

"Yes, I suppose so. But maybe you can finish your story in the morning? A good night's rest will---"

Sherlock bent down and kissed the tip of her nose. His eyes were bright. "That can wait, dove. As I was saying, Lestrade believed the three events to be mere  coincidences as well. But I soon discovered that---"

"--- that everything was interconnected? Yes Sherlock, that's very impressive."

Sherlock glanced at Y/N and quirked a brow. "I'm sensing disinterest," he noted.

Y/N sighed. She stood up and took his hands in her own. "Not at all," she assured. "I'd love to hear of your triumphs, but I'm more concerned with your wellbeing at the moment."

"I don't understand. I'm perfectly fine!"

Y/N quirked a brow. She studied the dark shadows beneath his eyes and the slight tremble in his hands. His scarf was done up in a knot, and he seemed pale.

"Take a quick look in the mirror and tell me again that you're fine."

Sherlock narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "A look at the mirror won't prove anything other than the fact that you worry too much."

"Then it won't hurt to look, now will it?"

Sherlock scoffed and glanced at the mirror hanging from the back wall. He studied his reflection in silence.

"Clever girl," he murmured, finally. "I've seen better days, haven't I?"

Y/N dipped forwards and kissed his jaw. "I would say so. You're not invincible, you know."

Sherlock sighed and pulled her against his chest. "True as that may be, there are certainly moments where I feel invincible."

Y/N felt his deft fingers trail through her hair. She leaned against him and listened to the steady beating of his heart. "Do you mean when you're out case solving?"

Sherlock pulled back until his eyes locked with hers. He tapped a finger to the tip of her nose and grinned. "Not quite. I mean to say that invincibility lies in the moments I stand by your side."

Y/N giggled. "You've gone soft from your sleepless nights," she hummed. "Let's get to bed." Before Sherlock could protest, she gripped the end of his scarf and pulled him away.

"But the sun is still shining! London won't sleep until nightfall, and I'm sure I can hold up another few hours!" His last words were muffled by a yawn that he tried and failed to suppress.

"Somehow, I'm not convinced!" Y/N laughed. "You're exhausted. Come on, I'll fetch you a pillow."

Sherlock smiled. There was no use countering her. Secretly, he didn't really mind. He felt a profound sense of comfort in Y/N's care.

He squeezed her shoulder from behind. "I'm in your hands," he whispered.

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I haven't written anything in a while, so I'm just glad to have finished this!!! 😭

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[bubmyg]

three pancakes - myg

pairing: yoongi x reader

genre/warnings: vampire!yoongi, fluff lmao so much fluff when do i not write fluff, domestic goodness, no blood warnings this time but the kittens make a cameo!

word count: 1,382

summary: there’s someone playing the piano in your dreams or the one where yoongi has a normal saturday morning with you

a/n: omg hannah u still write yeah i know alright ajfdlksf forgive me i haven’t written in months but i got this idea and wrote it in forty minutes here we go :’-)

There was a piano in your dream, a rich mahogany color lined in engraved bits of gold that drew in prominent trim designs to flecks in the wood. Someone, something, was playing it, the succession of keys pressing down into a haunting melody not the result of your hand reaching out to feather over the slick ivory. You jerked the appendage into your chest, holding your hand at your wrist as the music seemed to gather speed, more keys pressed down at a time in flurrying speed and the jerk of your gaze to keep up with the phenomenon was almost enough to rouse you from your sleep.

Instead, it was the slow of the music once more than eventually peeled your eyes open, the transition from the white swathed around the piano in your dream becoming dark then dim, grays and blues melding together from where black out curtains quelled the knocking of the morning sun. The music never stopped, however muffled now, crawling out from the spaces left underneath the cracked bedroom door when your bare feet hit the hardwood to pry it open. 

A few other noises joined the concerto, the steady ticking of the grandfather clock in the hallway and the excited meows of the kittens as they tumbled over each other in an effort to greet you. When the piano didn’t seem to cease with the clear indication that you were awake (to a vampire with hypersensitive ears, that is), you paused in your trek to the siren song, crouching to let the orange tabby and black kitten curl their purring heads into your cupped palms for a few passing heartbeats. 

Fingers played the keys of this piano, delicate ones wrapped underneath a few silver bands and covered at the palm by the sleeves of a baggy black turtleneck. You followed the line from pink tinged knuckles to the slouch of thin framed glasses resting on the edge of a rounded nose, pausing in the archway to the living room just to let your heart recover from the rush of fondness it got in that moment. 

Yoongi didn’t acknowledge you until you’d lowered yourself into the massive armchair stationed at a diagonal to the instrument, eyes flitting to yours long enough to have an endeared smile of his own pressing into the line of his lips before the human color of his eyes, a richly gentle brown, became hidden behind thick eyelashes as his fingers continued their work. You watched in rapt attention, feet curled underneath you, chin to the palm of your hand until the song died out in an almost playful skip of his index and middle fingers over the last couple of notes. 

He sat back, abandoning the character of a centuries old vampire once known for his skill on the very thing he sat behind in favor of your Yoongi, using the hyper extended curl of his ring finger to shove his glasses up on his nose before stuffing flattened palms under his thighs while broad shoulders hunched a bit and the same pink color in his knuckles tinged the top of his ears. 

“I didn’t wake you, did I?”

You shook your head, “You’re up late, anyway.”

Rarely was he “awake” when morning came for you, generally already trapped in the work in his basement studio while the curtains, all three layers, on the upper level had been drawn back for your benefit. Upon further inspection, you found that to be the case in that given instance, curtains of the grand bay window facing the front of the house drawn open. Panic seasoned into you from years of dating a vampire silenced into just the roar of your heart when you noticed it was cloudy, splashes of rainwater curling down the glass planes. The circle of natural light spilling through the windows didn’t quite reach Yoongi’s purposefully placed bench, anyway. 

“It’s the weekend,” Yoongi offered as simple explanation, “I wanted to see you.”

Your heart warmed, shaking your head to disperse the unwarranted shyness that trickled into your smile. “What was that you were playing?”

Yoongi didn’t pluck the keys hard enough for the full capacity of their sound to emit, relaxing your stature a bit more as the rain seemed to make up for the disparity in sound. “Something I’ve been writing…”

“You’ve already got me hearing it in my dreams so,” You grinned when he furrowed an eyebrow at you, “I’m sure it’ll be wonderful.”

He parted his mouth to question when a bit more light spilled into the room, a few of the clouds in the distance breaking with the introduction of the sun. Amusement lit his features when you moved to scramble for the curtains, rising to gently catch your wrist and tug you to him albeit the bit of nausea that rumbled low in his stomach. 

“Come. Let me make you breakfast,” When you hesitated, Yoongi touched pouted lips to the back of your hand, “No windows in there.”

Yoongi held your hand as you rounded the kitchen island, clambering atop the countertop while he abandoned you for the cupboards. Fingers stalled on a box and he turned to you with a knowing smirk, “Do you want pancakes?”

You tried to suppress your smile. “Yes, please.”

Then did he drag the box out, a cheap pancake mix you’d picked up at the store weeks ago. An indignant wrinkle met the bridge of his nose and he glared at you over the frames of his glasses, “Is this all we have?”

“It’s good,” You tried to argue. 

Yoongi rolled his eyes, dropping the box back into place beside a half eaten bag of corn chips and a dented can of corn, instead yanking open the cabinet containing his cooking materials. Ingredients came in a frenzy then, quickly filling the opposite counter and before you could blink at the sound of thunder outside, he’d dropped a mixing bowl next to your thigh filled with a gooey brown substance stirred by a massive spoon in his grasp. 

“What was that you said about your dream?”

He wasn’t looking at you, fluffy black bangs pointed to you instead as they ruffled with every few passes of his spoon through the mixture. You hummed, drawing your attention to the far corner of the kitchen while letting your legs swing over the side. 

“There was someone playing the piano in my dream. I think the song sounded similar to the one you were playing,” You didn’t notice that Yoongi had stopped stirring as you continued to ramble, “There wasn’t anyone sitting at it...but the keys were being pressed down? It was weird, come to think of it—”

Cool fingertips touched the side of your neck first and then your cheek, soft in nudging you closer for Yoongi’s lips to linger on the opposite side of your face, closer to your nose than anything. 

“It was probably me,” He teased lowly, nudging his nose against your cheek, “I’m a vampire, remember? I don’t show up in anything—”

“Is there your way of telling me your ever growing list of superpowers includes hacking into my dreams?”

Yoongi sighed against your cheek, “No—” His hand dropped from your cheek to your thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze, “—but I will say this…”

He was stoically serious when you cocked your chin to look at him, “...if I still dreamed as you humans do, mine most certainly would include you, angel.”

If Yoongi would have stalled a fraction longer you were almost sure the over growing fondness deep in your heart would have expanded enough to draw him into your little bubble of love but he broke the ambiance but gently patting your thigh a couple of times before pulling away with the pancake batter at his hip. 

“How many do you want?”

Maybe it made it worse that he’d moved further away (enough to drag out the griddle and grunt to reach the outlet for it) because you found yourself stalling in your answer for so long that he turned to look at you again with expectant eyebrows. 

“Two is fine.”

You giggled when Yoongi placed his hands on his hips and glared, “All this batter and you only want two?”

“Okay, three…”

[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: Love, Maybe {4***}

Chris Evans X Reader Vixen Giovanni

Series Warning: Plot, Cursing, NSFW

Word Count: 2.7K

Note:Another day, another idea. Italic writing signifies an inside thought.

**Slightly Proofread/edited**

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Chapter 4: One Last Night

 -Vixen-

   “Holy fucking shit!”

    You couldn’t believe your eyes. You stood in the living room of Chris’ home and marveled at what you saw. The view was to die for. You could see the lights of the city below twinkling and felt a little jealous this was his view every night. You walked closer to the sliding glass and stepped out onto the grass. You took a deep breath and breathed out already loving it.

    “Favorite view in the house,” Chris said as he approached your right.

     “I can see why it’s amazing. I’m a little envious.”

    “Don’t be. I rarely get to enjoy it; I’m usually always gone.”

    “Too bad, this kind of view should be enjoyed nightly with a drink and a blunt,” you said.

     “Blunt? You smoke?”

     You looked across to Chris, who was smiling.

     “I’ve dabbled.”

 His smile widened before he disappeared inside for a few moments reemerging holding a tin container.

     “What’s that?”

     “If you can handle the drinks, I can take care of the rest,” Chris proposed.

     You smiled fully grasping his meaning.

 “Okay. What’s your poison?”

    “Show off those Mai Tai skills,” Chris propositioned.

     You smiled and walked back inside. You followed Chris as he led you to the kitchen and again gaped at how luxurious it was.

“Wow. What a kitchen.”

    “I like to cook,” he explained.

    “Are you any good?”

    “Pretty good, but you would have to be the judge for yourself.”

    You smiled at him and began perusing his kitchen to find the ingredients you needed the Mai Tai. With a little help from Chris, you had all the ingredients laid out on the marble countertop. Chris sat behind the counter and watched you.

    “Can you walk me through it?” Chris asked.

    “You mix 1 ½ ounce of white rum, a ½ ounce of lime juice, I use fresh limes some bartenders use bottled lime juice. I find it gives a better taste. Then a ½ ounce of orange Curaçao, a ½ ounce of orgeat syrup. Might I ask how you have orgeat syrup?

    “Never know when you will need to whip up a drink that needs it.”

    You smirked and laughed to yourself.

 “3/4 ounce of dark rum finishes it. You mix it all except the dark rum, I like to shake rather than stir.”

    You shook the silver drink shaker and looked at him as you did. His eyes never left yours even when the air in the room became so thin it became nearly impossible to catch a full breath.

    “God, how can one man radiate so much sex appeal?”

   “How long are you supposed to shake it? Chris asked.

    “Until you feel like it’s mixed. I usually sing the chorus of one of my favorite song,” you informed.

     “What song?”

    “Don’t think you know it.”

    “Try me. Tell me the title,” Chris said.

    “Sweet Love, 112.”

    Chris tapped into his phone, and then the song sounded throughout the house. Once the words came out, you stopped shaking and poured the contents into the two laid out glasses. You enjoyed the tune and sliced up some garnish and topped off the glasses then slid one over to him. Chris didn’t move to take the glass. Instead, he kept his eyes on you, and you couldn’t move. Once the chorus came on, you couldn’t take it anymore. You grabbed the glass and took a few gulps appreciating the sting of the liquor on your taste buds.  Soon he followed your actions and began to drink from his glass.

    “This is good.”

    “Thanks. How about you hold up your end of this little deal?”

    He snorted and nodded. He then opened the tin container and revealed a few rolled blunts.

    “Oh my god Chris Evans, you smoke weed!”

    He laughed and nodded.

    “I dabble, Vixen Evans,” he repeated.

 You both laughed as he took out a perfectly rolled one and lit it. He took a look puff and moaned then held it out to you. You took it and enjoyed a few puffs. It had been weeks since you’d enjoyed a good blunt. You were nearly shocked still to find out he had weed; he was as white as they came.

    “I know you’re shocked. I’m this white guy, and here I have weed. Not just any weed too, but the good stuff.”

    You nodded and smiled, still enjoying the blunt.

    “Well I’m a good time connoisseur,” Chris explained. You smiled widely and laughed and looked over him again. You could tell just how much he enjoyed a good time.

   An hour later you’d gone through all of the Mai Tai and three of his four blunts. You were high enough and drunk enough, so it was time to act. You stood up from the couch and walked to him as he took another puff and watched you. You stood in front of him and began to untie the bow in front of the dress. It sagged open to reveal your cleavage to him. You then unbuttoned the buttons in the front of your dress. Chris watched your hands as they slowly moved from one button to the next until they’d finished their task. The dress gaped open only revealing the skin of your stomach and the front hooks of the lace bra you wore underneath. You knew you should be nervous; he was Chris Evans after all, but you didn’t feel any nerves. You pushed off the straps and allowed the material to fall from your body.

    Chris’ eyes roamed your body slowly, and you could tell he liked what he saw. You walked closer to him, which prompted him to put out the blunt. When you stood right before him, he reached his hands out to pull you onto his lap by the backs of your thighs.

    As you straddled him, you felt his need throbbing against your thigh.

“You’re beautiful Vixen, incredibly beautiful,” Chris whispered before he crashed his lips to yours.

    You smiled on his lips and returned the kiss. In seconds he kissed you more fervently wrapping his arms around your body and pulling you closer. You sank your hands into his hair and moaned, feeling how soft his hair was. Chris’ hands dropped from your back to your backside, and he squeezed. The force of the squeeze pushed you forward to sit directly on his need. That was all it took. You bit down on his bottom lip and began grinding your hips on him. Chris moaned onto your mouth and stood. He carried you through his house up the stairs until you felt the wall against your back. You wrapped your legs around his waist as his hand dipped into the lace of your underwear to grip your flesh.

     You lifted his shirt and peeled it off of him; it was then he dropped you onto the plush bed. Chris moved to your neck and sucked the sensitive flesh there, making his way down to your shoulder. He placed kisses on the tops of your breasts and to the center of your chest. When his mouth moved to your lace covered nipple, he bit the hardened bud and sucked it into his mouth. You arched your back off the bed and hugged his head to your bosom. Your shared moans filled the room, creating your own private concerto of pleasure. Chris lifted his mouth from you and unbuckled the front hooks of your bra freeing your breasts.

     Once Chris got the first glimpse of your skin, he softly gasped. He looked at you and kissed you forcefully then moved his lips to your exposed nipple to suck on it. You couldn’t control your moans; his mouth felt so good, too good. He felt good, the weight of his body on top of yours and the promise of the pleasure to come was too good to be true. Chris moved lower, across your stomach and down to your pelvis. Once he made it to your underwear, he slowly pulled them off. Chris rested on his knees and looked down over your body. You spread your legs, giving him the final piece of approval he needed.

     Without hesitation, Chris dipped down your body and nestled between your legs. He didn’t touch you for a long while forcing you to arch onto your elbows to watch. He laid there, staring at your sex. The look on his face was one you’d never seen before. No man had ever looked at you like this. The way he looked at you made you want things with him you’d never wanted before. In this moment you wanted more than this with him, but you had no idea if it was possible. Chris looked at you, and his eyes pierced into you. God, his eyes were becoming your favorite part of him. It felt like hours he stared at you, but in truth, it was just seconds. He dipped down and licked from your opening to your pearl. You gasped loudly and dropped back to the bed. Chris wrapped his arms around your thighs and held you in place before he expertly began to show you just what you couldn’t remember from that night.

    Chris moaned, the vibration only heightened your arousal and need for him. You dug your hand in his hair again and enjoyed the onslaught of pleasure he was giving you.

     “Oh my god!”

    Chris moaned again and the pleasure intensified. Your back arched again, and you felt the first stirs of your orgasm. Chris reached up and cupped your breasts and swirled his finger over your nipple. That sensation pulled you that much closer to the edge.

   “Chris, yes!”

    He sucked your clit into his mouth and sent you over the edge of sanity and control. Your body convulsed, and you screeched out. Chris moved back up your body dropping kisses across your skin. Where his lips touched, new goosebumps erupted sparking a new fire in you. You crushed your lips to his and took lead of the kiss. You wanted to taste every inch of him. You wanted to press this night to your memory. Something in you felt more alive and awake than ever and his touch, his kiss did it.

 As you kissed him, you sucked his tongue, Chris moaned loudly on your lips. You rolled on top of him and kissed to his neck and placed little nibbles across his skin. You traveled your mouth across his Adam's apple and down his broad chest. Your hands roamed his skin and drank in all his beauty. He was perfect. You moved down his body, making sure you didn’t miss one inch of him. Once you made it to his waist, you unbuckled his belt and pants and pulled them off of him. His need pressed urgently against his boxer-briefs. You wasted no time taking them off and admiring the beauty of his length.

     He was long, thick, and a work of art. You licked your lips before you took him in your mouth. On first contact, Chris sucked in a breath and arched off the bed. His groan was a loud one, one in response to the precise movements of your mouth. You didn’t want to go slow and tease him, you needed more than that, so you didn’t go slow.

     Chris touched the top of your head and began to direct you, but after a few seconds, he stopped and dropped his hands to the bed. He gripped the sheets and groaned again.

 “Fuck, Vixen!”

    You took him deep into your mouth and tightened your throat. In seconds Chris had you on your back with your arms hooked above your head. He kissed you passionately as he thrust into you connecting you. Upon connection, you both grunted out. Neither of you moved, you stayed still relishing the feel of being completely full of him.

    “Ah Vixen, you feel incredible.”

 Chris thrust into you again and again and sped up his thrusts. The feel of him moving inside you was driving you crazy; he felt incredible.

    “Of course, Chris Evans knows how to fuck!”

     His thrusts sped up, and your moans became louder. You wanted to be even closer, and by the way he was moving, you knew he wanted it too. You rolled on top of him and ground against him. Chris’ mouth gaped open as he watched you. Every sound from him made you grind your hips that much faster and harder. Soon gone were the gentle moans and groans, they were replaced with loud grunts, grunts that sounded more animalistic than human. Both of you lost yourselves to the pleasure and passion cocooned in the room and bouncing from the two of you. You fed off of each other’s desires, both of you knowing what the other needed without a word. You could feel he was close. Chris brushed you off and pinned you to the bed, so your back was to him, then he slammed back into you.  He pounded inside of you with intent, you could feel the urgency of his thrusts, and you knew how close he was. Every thrust forward pushed you closer and closer to ecstasy.

   “God, you’re irresistible, so fucking perfect!” Chris’ voice was harsh and filled with emotion, an indescribable emotion, but you felt it as well. His thrusts became sloppy, and your moans became louder until your orgasm broke free. You clenched around him and felt as he spilled spurt, after spurt of his seed inside of you. Neither of you moved for long minutes, Chris remained inside you releasing every last drop.

    When he rolled off of you, you couldn’t move, neither of you could. You laid on the bed panting and allowing the afterglow of the best sex you’d ever had in your entire life fill you with euphoria. You began to feel something similar to hope. Hope that something could come of all this.

    “Maybe it could be possible for more.”

    You bit your bottom lip and finally felt those nerves. You took a deep breath and looked across from you to Chris. He had a smile on his face, one you infectiously echoed.

    “Why are you smiling?” You asked, resting your head on your hand.

    “I’m smiling because that was incredible. You’re incredible,” Chris said before he placed a kiss on your lips. You smiled, catching his happiness.

    “Uh, thank you.”

    “No, no, no. Thank you. I think I’ve finally gotten you out my system,” Chris added.

    He got off the bed, and his words hit you, the smile dropped from your lips and confusion settled in.

    “What?”

     “Since we woke up in Vegas, I’ve wanted you, and it wasn’t just a little bit. I’ve wanted you an amount I wasn’t comfortable with, more than I’ve wanted anyone. Everything you did made me want you more and more. It was becoming bad. Just now—god, it was incredible. You are incredible. Now I can recognize and admit that you are gorgeous and sexy but me admitting that I feel I’m finally past this burning desire for you. I feel like you’re finally out of my system,” Chris explained.

    You sat there stunned at the words he was saying. You were stunned yes, but also hurt.

    “I’m gonna use the bathroom,” Chris announced before he ducked into the bathroom.

  You sat there thinking over everything he just said, and you felt stupid. You were beginning to believe that there was some sort of connection between the two of you that maybe the day proved there could be something between you. You felt stupid for hoping, for even beginning to think it. You closed your eyes and pinched your nose bridge.

   “Oh god Vix, you’re so stupid.”

    You took a deep breath in and looked around the room at his clothes decorating the floor. You slid off the bed and walked out the bedroom down to your clothes in the living room. You pulled the dress on and buttoned it. You then walked around, gathering your belongings. You saw a note pad and scribbled a note and walked to the front door. You looked back and hesitated. Something in you didn’t want to leave, but the reality was clear; you’d misread the situation. He was a man that didn’t want you and didn’t want to be married to you. You sighed and walked out without looking back.

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A tuneless hum came from Steph as she worked, rag wiping over the bar in time with her unidentifiable song. Something could have easily been ‘Happy Birthday’ as it could be a violin concerto. There was nearly no one left in the bar to hear her anyways, not after she had chased out the regulars and threatened- T O L D Kate to go home early. 

She dumped the rag in the little bag to wash as she made her way to the far end of the bar, wiping off nozzles and mindlessly refilling bottles. This whole town was just that: mindless. While it by no means was calm (that poor kid had gone missing just last week), it was almost numbing in it’s normalcy. There were no gimmicks, no rogues, nothing hell-bent on killing her every five minutes. Just a small town with a few too many animal attacks. 

In truth, she had no idea why Kate had ended up here. Steph had simply followed the older woman, unwilling to be left alone in Gotham. With Cass gone and the rest of the family acting like she didn’t exist... What other choice did she have? Stay in a city where everything besides a few people were actively trying to kill her?

No, this was better. Quieter. Less tiring. 

She wouldn’t have the life she had now, wouldn’t know the people she did. Her eyes flicked over to Arthur, the blond slumped over the counter-top. Her roommate and best friend. He’d wormed his was into her life, settling into a place of importance she usually only reserved for Damian. It was how she imagined having a twin. Her and Arthur acted exactly how she’d see the other Robins, familial ties going far deeper than blood. 

A poke to his arm. Then a shove. When that didn’t work... Steph grabbed one of their metal shakers, slamming it on the countertop. The resulting clash was enough to make her wince, no doubt scaring the shit out of the only other person in the bar. 

“Up and at ‘em, Arthur!” She shouted, intentionally increasing her volume. “I’m done cleaning, it’s time to go home.”

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California Modern Beach House

  It’s a real pleasure to be sharing this beautiful project by Emma Erkelens of Emma Nicole Interiors on Home Bunch today.

This project was a complete renovation. The goal throughout this project was to create a relaxed and modern beach home and the designer did an amazing job! This California modern beach house shows that you don’t need to add shells around the house to give it a coastal flair. Not that there’s anything wrong with that – but this home features a more minimalist coastal approach. One that calms you down and lets you focus on the sound of waves just outside the door.

  California Modern Beach House

Green kitchens are not very common but I would love to see more of them. Emma did an amazing job with the color and style she used on the cabinets, and with the elements she paired them with. The kitchen cabinet paint color is Dill Grass by Dunn Edwards.

Kitchen Island Dimensions – 3’6”W X 8’L

Kitchen Island Lighting: Rejuvenation Folk Abigail 15” Soft Cone Pendant – Others: here, here, here, here, here, here, here & here.

Stools: Williamsen Counterstool – Others: here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here & here.

Cabinetry

All cabinetry was built by Quality Woodworks Inc. Wood Type: Rift White Oak. Cabinet Style: Flat Panel.

Oak

Floating Shelves: White Oak, custom – similar here.

Beautiful Cutting Boards/Charcuterie: here, here, here & here.

Countertop & Backsplash

Kitchen Countertop & Slab Backsplash: Statuario Marble.

Kitchen Faucet

Faucet: Brizo Litze Bridge Faucet in Luxe Gold.

Cabinet Hardware – Rejuvenation – Others: here, here & here.

Sink: here – similar.

Dining Room

Recently renovated, this Double Stringer Steel Staircase with Wood Treads becomes an architectural element between the Kitchen and Dining Room.

Table: Oak Dining Table – Other Beautiful Options: here, here, here, here, here, here, here & here.

Chairs: Lulu+Georgia Alvi Dining Chair – Others: here, here, here, here, here, here & here.

Beams: The Kitchen, Dining Room and Living Room features a tray ceiling with beams running throughout.

Wood Flooring: Warren Christopher European White Oak Custom Stain – similar here.

Rug: Surya.

Living Room

The Living Room features a modern fireplace with black tile, comfortable yet stylish furniture and custom ceiling beams. Walls are in Dunn Edwards DEW380 White.

Sofa: CB2 Forte Channeled Leather Sofa.

Coffee Table: Anthropologie Swirled Drum Coffee Table.

Chairs: Available through the designer – Others: here, here, here, here & here.

Side Table: McGee & Co Caleb Side Table.

Rug: Anthropologie Kyle Rug.

Poufs: Surya – Others: here, here, here & here.

Fireplace Tile – 2 X 9 Matte Concerto Tile from Arizona Tile – similar here.

Entry Bench: Bench: McGee & Co Alfie Woven Leather Bench – similar here.

Powder Room

Featuring a custom floating vanity with chunky mitered edge countertop and floating shelves, this Powder Room truly exceeds your expectations.

Countertop: Metropolis Dark Quartz.

Faucet: Kohler Purist Wall Mount Faucet in Brass.

Lighting: Cedar & Moss Tumwater Large Pendants.

Baskets: Large & Medium.

Mirror: here & here – similar.

Powder Bath Tile: 6 X 6 Rue Des Rosiers – Charcoal on Levan – Other Beautiful Accent Tiles: here, here, here, here, here, here & here.

Happy Bedroom

I love the soothing feeling of this bedroom. The artwork certainly makes me smile!

Bed: Crate & Barrel Rio Bed.

Art: Gray Malin (Two Llamas with Pink Balloons III).

Bedding: here – similar.

Bunk Room

We can call a Bunk Room any room with a bunk bed, right? This one comes from RH.

Bed: Restoration Hardware Kids Cole House Bunk Bed with Canvas Tent – Other Fun Options: here & here.

Art: Gray Malin (Artist in Residence II).

Rug: Anthropologie Pointillist Rug.

Bedding: RH Kids – similar here, here &  here.

Guest Bathroom

With a modern black and white color scheme, this Bathroom feels crisp and current. Paint color is Dunn Edwards White.

Countertop: Metropolis Dark Quartz.

Cabinet Hardware: Rejuvenation Pulls & Knobs.

Faucet: Brizo Faucet with T Levers in Luxe Gold.

Lighting: Rejuvenation Tolson Wall Sconce.

Mirror: here – similar.

Shower

I am loving the tile combination in this shower. It looks even crispier when accentuated with a dark Quartz bench and shower frame.

Shower Tile: 2 X 8 1/2 Pure White Matte – similar here (glossy).

Shower Pan Tile: Mini Chevron – Black Basalt – Others: here, here & here.

Shower is framed in Metropolis Dark Quartz.

Shower Faucet: Brizo.

Master Bedroom

We need a world that is less complicated and I think that starts with and in our home. The more soothing our environments are, the more chance we have to have a clear mind and more time to do what we truly love… and taking ten pillows off the bed at night and putting them back again in the morning is not one of them.

Paint Color: Dunn Edwards DEW380 White.

Nightstands: Micah Nightstand – Others: here, here, here, here, here, here & here.

Bedding: Duvet & Shams.

Long Lumbar: The Citizenry.

Art: Gray Malin (Fog & Waves, San Francisco).

Lighting: Cedar & Moss Terra Sconce.

Master Bathroom

If you have been reading the blog lately you will recall seeing this same 4×4 tile on other projects I’ve featured recently. This tile is the new trend and it’s being used in bathrooms, like we see above, and also in kitchens.

Master Bath: 4 X 4 Weathered White Cle Tile.

Faucets: Phylrich Basic Faucet in Matte Black.

Lighting: Ravelle Grand Sconce – similar here – Others: here, here & here.

Mirrors: here & here – similar – Others: here, here & here.

Countertop

Countertop: Thassos Marble with mitered edge.

Cabinet Hardware – Rejuvenation – similar here & here.

Rugs: Anthropologie Vashti Rug.

Tub

Tub: Victoria and Albert Barcelona Matte Black – Others: here, here & here.

Bath Caddy: Victoria & Albert.

Shower

Shower Tile: 12×24 Bianco Dolomiti – Honed – similar here.

Shower Pan Tile: Marble Penny Round Tile – similar here.

Beachfront Patio

Almost any type of stress would melt away with a view like that! Patio tile is 8×8 Cement Arc Black + White Square from Cle.

Paint Color: DEW380.

Hear the Waves

Take a few deep breaths and allow yourself to feel calmer and relaxed…

    Many thanks to the designer for sharing the details above.

Interiors: Emma Nicole Interiors (Instagram)

Photography: Jill Craig.

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