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Spookifying

Flufftober Day 27: Decoration

Tony Stark x reader

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AN: Thank you to @unholyhuntress for letting me know that my post hadn't gone out today. Tumblr deleted my qued posts, I uploaded this as soon as I could.

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On October 1st, you decided that you’d try to play a fun little prank on Tony. You had moved in together a few months before and Halloween was going to be one of the first major holidays that you’d celebrate while living together. It was also the first one that you could decorate for.

Tony was not the one who decorated his suite, he had hired an interior designer to design pretty much the whole compound. And while it looked very nice, it wasn’t very personal. Everything was modern and sleek. Blacks and whites and the same shade of blue ran throughout the entire space. It looked straight out of a magazine, but it didn’t look like a home.

So for Halloween, you decided that you would decorate. Without Tony. But you figured it would be too obvious if you did all the decorating at once. That is why, once a day since the first of the month you’ve taken a piece of decor and replaced it. At first, it was small things, you swapped out a random bowl of rocks that was sitting on the bookshelf with a little foam pumpkin. You swapped the towel hanging in the kitchen and even took down one of the paintings in the living room and swapped it with a framed Friday the 13th movie poster. You swapped out boring white candles for ones in pumpkin jars that smelled like cinnamon apples.

You figured that Tony would’ve said something by now. At first, it was fun sneaking around and swapping decor, hoping that when Tony noticed it would be a fun laugh, and then the two of you could decorate the rest of the house together. But he hadn’t said anything, he hadn’t even looked at any of the new decor when you two were spending time together.

You didn’t know what to think. Was he just really oblivious? Did he not care? Was he annoyed that you had swapped things but just didn’t want to say anything? You decided that you would pull out the big guns today and hopefully, he would finally say something.

Tony drank a lot of coffee, but he always drank it from the same mug. It was an Iron Man-branded mug that he was given by a little boy when he visited the children’s hospital for a charity event. He cherishes it, he gets grumpy when it's not clean. And you stole it. You replaced it with a mug that looks like a jack-o-lantern. It even lights up.

You camped out by the island counter, perched on one of the stools that surrounded the side sipped from your own ghost-shaped mug, and waited for Tony to emerge from your room and come to the kitchen.

He walked out in a pair of sweatpants and a Black AC/DC tee shirt that had seen better years. A pair of slippers adorned his feet and his hair was still a little wet in front of the shower. He walked past you, placing a kiss in greeting on the side of your head and running his hand across your lower back as he turned the counter of the floating counter and towards the coffee machine.

You were practically buzzing with excitement as you watched him open the cabinet that held your cups and mugs. He blindly grabbed for the mug that was in the same spot it always was and placed it under the spout that the coffee would come from as soon as the machine finished warming the water.

As he placed it down though you watched him do a double-take. He shot his head back up to the cabinet and turned his head left and right, scanning all the drinkware inside. He searched for his mug for about a minute before he turned towards you.

“Very funny sweetheart. Where is my mug.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You took another sip out of your own mug.

‘You think I haven't noticed what you’ve been doing?” He asked, walking back around the counter and stopping right in front of you, he took a step forward, forcing your legs apart and sliding in between them. “You think I didn’t notice on day one, that there was a bright orange pumpkin on my bookshelf? You think I haven’t noticed you sneaking around and spookifying my place?” As he questioned you, he pushed his face even closer to yours. You couldn’t really think not when he was so close to you, crowding you being. Filling all of your senses with just him.

“Our place.” was the only response you could come up with.

“Where. Is. My. Mug?” Tony asked, pacing kisses on your lips in between each word. Eventually, he pulled back and you could see the soft smile on his face. Now that he wasn’t the only thing you could see or smell, the rest of your brain started to come back online.

“Wait. You noticed? You noticed and you didn’t say anything? Tones I was seriously beginning to doubt your observational skills.” You were incredulous. He had known the whole time? “Why didn’t you say anything?” You asked him.

“Because you were having so much fun. Sneaking around, thinking you were getting away with it. Sweetheart, you were so happy, I didn’t want to burst your bubble.”

“That is sweet. But I’m not going to lie I’m still a little upset.”

“Well we can’t have that, can we?” He adopted a stupidly handsome pout and looked into your eyes, “What can I do, sweetheart I don’t want you upset.”

You smiled widely. “Well Halloween isn’t for a few more days, and I have a lot more decorations hidden in my office. Help me put them up?” And he did. The two of you spent the rest of the day decorating the suite, watching spooky movies in the background, and laughing together.

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ereardon · 2 years

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Slow Burn [Chapter 2][Hangman x Reader]

Summary: A one night stand with Hangman disrupts the fresh start you were looking for when moving to San Diego. The unexpected pregnancy forces you two to move fast, and brings with it some hurdles along the way as you and Jake learn how to live with each other. As the months go by, you slowly get to know the real Jake, but when old flames reappear and work obstacles threaten to topple everything, your relationship is put to the test.

WC: 4K+

Warnings: Cursing, pregnancy, no use of Y/N, alcohol, mention of miscarriage

Masterlist here; Chapter 1 here; Chapter 3 here

Two days after you showed up in your pajamas in the middle of the night, Jake helped you move into his house.

The conversation had not gone at all like you expected. You had anticipated that Jake would be skittish, nervous. That he would do everything in his power to get you out of there as fast as possible.

Instead, he made you a cup of tea and leaned against the kitchen island, asking what you wanted to do.

Moving in had been his idea.

“This is going to sound crazy,” he said, running one hand through his hair. He had pulled on a shirt after you stepped into the house and you were grateful for that or else you might have spent the entire evening gawking at his bare chest. “But move in with me. You’re in a sublet, right?”

You nodded, wary.

Jake continued. “I’m here alone, no roommates. There’s plenty of space. There’s two extra bedrooms, more than enough room for a nursery.” His voice dropped low and he moved around the island to take a seat on the barstool next to you, placing a large hand on your thigh. “And I’d like to be around, for everything. The first time the baby kicks. The appointments, if I’m able to make them.”

You had sighed. “So you want to be involved.”

Jake squinted. “Of course. That’s my kid in there.” He smiled, but it faltered when he saw the way your face was contorted. This hadn’t been what you expected. Jake dropped his hand from your thigh. “But if that’s not what you want, I understand. Ultimately it’s your decision.”

In the end, you had decided to take him up on his offer. Not only did getting out of the townhouse sublet sound appealing because you would no longer have to listen to your roommate Mike microwave mac n cheese cups at 2 a.m., you couldn’t deny it would be nice to have a support system. And Jake’s house was shockingly beautiful, hardwood floors, light and airy interior. He either had an incredible eye for design, had purchased it fully furnished, or had an overbearing mother.

You moved into the guest bedroom that shared a wall with Jake’s room. As you were moving boxes, the first trip you both stalled when entering the house. Jake started to drag a suitcase toward his room with the master walk-in closet, and you stopped him.

“I um, I was actually thinking I’d stay here.” You pointed to the guest room, adorned with sunny yellow flecked wallpaper. The bay window faced out onto the street.

“Oh, yeah, of course,” Jake said, turning back to drop the suitcase in the second room. He pushed his hands into his pockets. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have assumed.”

“Don’t worry about it,” you said, dropping the small box onto the desk in the corner and sliding past him.

That first night, after you had unpacked all of your belongings, which hadn’t taken very long, you wandered out into the kitchen with a notepad and pen. Jake was standing at the sink, washing a colander full of fruit.

“Hey,” you said and he turned around, shutting off the water.

“Hey back.” He smiled. “Sorry, I’m still getting used to having someone else around.”

“How long have you lived here alone?”

Jake grabbed the metal colander and a kitchen towel, setting them down on the island. “About a year. I bought the house after I was called back to Top Gun permanently.”

“So the decor?” you asked, sweeping your arm out.

He laughed. “The previous owner did a lot of it. And my sisters flew up after the house closed and went a bit nuts. Think I’m still paying off one of the credit cards they used.”

You nodded. Sisters. So he was a big family type of guy. But somehow you would have guessed that already, by the way he carried himself. How quick he was to involve himself in your life after you told him about the baby.

“Here,” he said, pushing the bowl of fruit toward you. “Bought this for you. I, um, I don’t know anything about pregnancy, but fruit is good, right?”

You smiled. “Thanks. I’m still working my way through the books, so we’re both a little out of the loop.”

Jake rested both hands on the marble countertop. His eyes landed on the notebook. “What’s that for?”

You sighed and popped a grape into your mouth. “Rules.”

“Rules?” There was a twinkle in his eye. “Ok, darlin’, you have my attention.”

“I think we should have some ground rules for us living together.” “What did you have in mind?”

Deep breath in. “First off, no sex.” Jake’s eyes widened. “Second, we split things fifty-fifty. Third, we make all decisions about the baby together.”

Jake was quiet for a moment, mulling over the rules in his head. And then, “You really needed a whole notebook for those three rules?”

You squinted at him and he laughed, tossing his hands up in the air.

“Sorry, sweetheart, had to.”

“And no nicknames. Rule number four.”

“Kate,” he warned gruffly, looking up at you from beneath his eyelashes. “Come on.”

“I’m serious. You’re too flirty, it’s dangerous. That’s how we got in this situation.”

“That’s just how I am, baby.” You raised an eyebrow at him and he realized his mistake. “Sorry,” he added quickly. “Force of habit.”

“Listen, I’m not saying my way is the right way. But let’s just try it, and see how it works out.”

Jake nodded. “OK. Whatever you want.”

“Thank you.”

“When’s your next appointment?” he asked.

“October second.”

Jake pulled out his phone and scrolled. “I should be able to make it. What time?”

“Four o’clock?”

“Got it.” He jotted a note down on the screen and then clicked the phone off.

“You don’t have to come,” you said, leaning back in the chair and stretching. “The big one, the anatomy scan, isn’t until twenty weeks.”

“I’d like to be there.” It came out soft, quiet. You looked at Jake and found him staring back at you gently, his green eyes locked onto you. “I want to be involved.” He moved closer until he was standing in front of you on the bar stool, his hand outstretched. “May I?”

You nodded and Jake pressed his palm gently to your belly. “It’s just a peanut, Jake. Nothing to feel just yet.”

He smiled. “I know. But they’re in there. That’s wild.”

“Yeah, it is, isn’t it?”

The two of you stayed like that for a moment, and then a bird squawked outside and Jake dropped his hand. You looked over at the clock, it was nearing ten.

“I should probably get to bed.”

He nodded. “Sleep well.” You stood up and turned to the hallway when Jake cleared his throat behind you. “Here, I almost forgot to give you this.” He slid a freshly cut house key over the entryway table. “Um, I promised some of the team I’d meet them at the bar…”

He trailed off, standing with his hands in his pockets. “Jake, you don’t have to ask me for permission. I’m not your girlfriend.”

He nodded again. “I know. Just thought you should know.”

You smiled. “Have fun.”

Closing the door to your room, you could see the shadow of Jake’s feet where he stood outside your door, hesitating. After a minute, he left and you heard the soft shut of the front door. Peering outside, you watched him pull away in the Jeep, turning down the street.

You had told him to go. He wasn’t your boyfriend. You had just told him sex was off the table.

So why did it hurt so much to watch him leave?

***

The first few weeks were awkward. You and Jake danced around each other carefully, neither truly understanding the boundaries or where you stood. Your job was a fairly straightforward nine-to-five, but you often sat around at the kitchen table in the evening reviewing emails from your Asia team. Meanwhile Jake’s schedule was erratic. Some days he was gone by five a.m., others he was out until ten at night running simulations. You didn’t quite understand his job, but when he came home wearing a uniform you had to brace yourself against a nearby surface because of how unholy your thoughts were, mostly consumed with images of ripping the uniform off of him the minute he stepped through the door.

So far, you had invited Lucy over, but Jake had yet to bring home anyone. That was a line you had yet to discuss. If sex as off the table, were you free to see other people?

And the bigger question: did either of you want to?

The first time the question popped up in actuality instead of theory, you were out at a bar with Lucy. In a long sleeved shirt and jeans, you were still far from showing, but the soda water with lime in front of you was a dead giveaway.

“God, what are we doing here?” you groaned, flicking your straw in your drink. “I’m exhausted.”

Lucy rolled her eyes. “It’s literally nine o’clock.”

“I get tired easily now!”

“Party pooper.” She guzzled her drink, a tequila something, although it was more tequila than something. You were now the designated driver for all events. “Hey, he’s cute.” She nodded her head toward a brunette at the bar who smiled back. He had warm eyes, and a very JCrew aesthetic. “Oops, I think he might be coming over.”

You sighed and looked up to see JCrew guy making his way to your table.

“Hi ladies,” he said and you snorted back a laugh. “Mind if I join you?”

You opened your mouth to say yes, in fact you would mind, and Lucy simply scooted her chair over. “Not at all, sugar,” she said and he smiled at her. You were tempted to roll your eyes. She was so naive sometimes it hurt. “What’s your story?”

“I’m David, I’m a real estate agent.”

You stifled a yawn and he caught it. “Wow, am I that boring?” he said and you laughed.

“No, sorry, it’s been a long week.”

“Can I buy you another drink? Might help,” he said, twinkle in his eye.

“Oh, uh, I’m not drinking tonight. This is a club soda. I’m the DD.”

“Responsible,” he nodded, his eyes trailing along your body.

Lucy stood up unexpectedly. “Well I am going to get myself another. Kate, you good?”

You nodded and she smiled, waltzing away, catching a few stares in her wake. David scooted his chair closer to yours. “So, it’s Kate, huh?”

“Yup.”

“Well it’s nice to meet you, Kate.”

You smiled. He was cute. Completely normal looking and tall enough. But there was no spark. Nothing like the night you had met Jake at the bar. Despite the fact that part of you had hated his guts, another part of you had wanted to jump his bones. With David, it was in the middle. It was average. And after Jake, you weren’t interested in average. Not to mention, you were nearly two months pregnant. “Listen, David, you seem really nice. But I am just not looking for anything right now.”

His gaze turned from friendly to sour in an instant. “So you’re one of those girls, huh?”

“What girls?” His tone had a bite to it and you nervously glanced around, looking for Lucy, but she was lost in the crowd.

“The teases,” he said, reaching out a hand and grabbing your forearm. You tried to pull away and felt him tighten his grip. “You looked at me. You practically begged me to come over to you.”

“Yeah, right,” you scoffed.

His grip intensified. “Come on, let me buy you that drink.”

“Like I said, I’m not drinking. Now excuse me, I need to go find my friend.”

You stood up to leave but David refused to let you go. With a quick snap, you tried to break free, but you lost your footing and fell down near the table, catching most of the impact with your hands and landing on your knees. A few people around you looked over, and a man leaned down, offering you his hand. Flustered, you leaned on him heavily and he pulled you to standing. David had already disappeared into the crowd and the gentleman who helped you up was hovering near you.

“Are you OK?” he asked and you shook your head.

“No, I, um, I need to find my friend.”

“Kate?” You heard Lucy’s voice in the distance and spotted her pushing through the crowd. “Oh my God, what happened?”

“I fell,” you whispered and she grabbed both of your purses.

“Shit,” she replied. “Do you, does everything feel OK?”

You nodded. “Yeah, but I don’t know.”

“Can we help you at all?” The man was still there and Lucy shook her head.

“She’s pregnant,” she whispered and the man’s face went white.

“Do you need help getting to your car?” he asked and you smiled at him.

“I’m OK, thank you so much.” He gave you a tight smile in return and watched as Lucy put her arm around you, guiding you to the parking lot.

“Fuck, Kate, I am so sorry,” she said as you unlocked the door. “I was the one who practically called him over. Fuck!” She yelled and you turned to her.

“Lucy, it’s fine, OK. I feel alright, I landed mostly on my knees.”

“Still, we should go to the hospital.”

You shook your head. “No, I promise you, I’m fine.”

“You have to call Jake,” she said and you shook your head again, pulling the car into reverse. “Kate.” Lucy’s voice was icy. You turned to her momentarily as you entered the highway. “

“It’s Friday night,” you said quietly. “He’s probably out.”

“So what?” she said, pulling out your phone from your phone and handing it to you. “Call him.”

It was more a demand than a request or suggestion. You sighed and scrolled to his contact at a red light. It took at least ten rings before Jake’s deep voice answered.

“Hello?”

“Jake, hey, uh, it’s Kate.”

“Kate? Everything OK?” Behind him you could hear boisterous laughter and piano music, the familiar sounds of the Hard Deck.

You glanced at Lucy who widened her eyes. “Actually, no, not really. Lucy and I were out and I fell. Nothing major, I landed on my hands and knees mostly, but she wants me to go to the hospital and get checked out and thought I should call you.”

“You should absolutely go to the hospital.”

Before you could respond the line was dead. “What did he say?” Lucy asked.

You shrugged. “He just said I should go get checked out.”

She frowned. “Is he coming?”

“I don’t think so.”

Lucy pulled out her phone and rerouted the GPS.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to drop you at home first?” you asked.

“No way,” she said, pulling down her miniskirt. “We’re in this together. Also, maybe there will be a hot doctor there working the night shift.”

You laughed and drove into the darkness.

By the time you were changed into the hospital gown with a heart monitor strapped on, Lucy had made herself comfortable on the chair next to your bed. You heard Jake’s voice before you saw him.

“Sir, can I help you?”

“Hi, I’m looking for Kate Richardson,” he said, breathless.

“Jake,” you called out, shocked, and in a moment the blue hanging divider was being ripped to the side. He was still wearing his khaki uniform, eyes wide.

“Hey there,” he said, walking closer until he was touching the side of the bed. He looked you up and down, and placed a hand on your arm gently, so as not to disrupt the IV. “How are you?”

You looked up at him shyly. “I’m OK. We’re still waiting on the obstetrician.”

Jake looked up at the nurse. “How long, ma’am?”

She smiled at him, almost as if she were looking at a son. “Let me page him again.”

“Thank you,” you two breathed in unison.

“Here, take my chair,” Lucy said, standing. “I should probably get going, now that you’re here. Call me OK? Let me know?” The words she didn’t say hovered in the air like fumes.

You nodded and she leaned over, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Love you.”

“Love you too.”

She patted Jake’s arm on her way out, and he immediately scooted the chair closer to the bed and took a seat. The nurse had pulled the divider back, so you two were sitting in a small enclosure, the sound of the rest of the ER muffled in the background.

“You came.”

Jake tilted his head. “Of course I came. What the hell happened?”

Shaking your head, you said, “It’s nothing. Just a stupid accident.”

“Kate.” His voice was steady, but rough. Like a grunt.

You sighed. “I don’t know, some guy was trying to buy me a drink and when I said no and stood up to leave he grabbed my arm. I tried to shake him off, and I pulled too hard and fell.”

Jake was silent, his fists scrunched up together so tight you watched his knuckles turn white. Gently, you reached over and took his right hand in yours, spread his finger apart so they were no longer balled up.

“It’s going to be OK.”

Jake nodded and suddenly the drape pulled open. He stood up, still gripping your hand, as the doctor walked in. “Hi, I’m Dr. Nesbet. Kate, correct?”

You nodded and swallowed. “Yes.”

He walked around to the opposite side of the bed and pulled on a tray with an ultrasound scanner. When he looked up at Jake he nodded. “And you must be dad.”

“I am,” he said, voice shaky.

The doctor glanced down at his chart. “Says here you had a fall. Let’s take a look, if you can just lift your gown for me please.”

Jake dropped your hand and you scooted the hospital gown up beneath your bra, a blanket still covering your legs and pelvis.

“This will be cold,” he said, squirting clear gel on and then pressing the ultrasound wand on top. For a few seconds, the doctor moved the white wand around your belly in circles, his other hand on the monitor.

You didn’t realize it, but you were holding your breath. Jake hovered above your left shoulder.

Dr. Nesbet turned the screen to face you. “Here’s your baby,” he said quietly, pointing to the small shape in the middle of the sac on the screen. And then you heard it. The faintest murmur. “And there’s the heartbeat.”

A tear slipped down your cheek and you felt Jake’s lips press into your temple.

“Everything looks good. We’ll need to monitor you for another hour or so to finish that IV drip, but your baby seems to be doing well. You’re very lucky.”

“Thanks, Doc,” Jake said, collapsing back down into the chair.

“For the next few days, monitor for any abnormal bleeding and contact your OB if you see anything. Spotting at this point in the pregnancy can be normal, but after a traumatic instance like this it’s something we would want to get checked out right away.”

You nodded. “Of course.”

He smiled and wiped the gel off and you pulled the gown back down. “A nurse will be in shortly to discharge you.”

“Thank you,” you whispered and once he pulled the curtain closed you breathed out a heavy sigh. “Thank God.”

Jake rustled in his chair.

You turned to him. “Are you OK?”

He looked up, chuckling. “Am I OK? Darlin’, yes. Just glad everything is alright.”

You let the pet name slide, just this once. “If you don’t want to wait, I understand.”

He shook his head. “You think I’m going to go back to the bar after this? No way. Besides, you’re not driving home.”

“I drove here!”

“We’re leaving your car,” he said. “We’ll come get it tomorrow.”

You smiled and shook your head. “OK, if you insist.”

Jake grinned, a call back to your first night together. “I insist.”

He drove slow, under the speed limit, and you had to remind him you were fine, a small bump in the road or a pothole wouldn’t change anything. Inside the house, you stripped down to shower and Jake went to change out of his uniform. The clock said it was close to one in the morning when you pulled on your pajamas, stomach rumbling. You and Lucy had planned to get food after the bar, a plan which obviously got derailed. A thin strip of light under the door said that Jake was still awake, and you pulled the door open. Downstairs in the kitchen, Jake had a towel slung over his shoulder as he stirred a pot in front of the stove.

“Hey,” you said softly, taking a seat at the table.

“How was the shower?”

“Good.”

He smiled and turned back to the pot, fiddling with the burner and pulling out two ceramic white bowls. You watched as he twisted creamy pasta into each bowl, setting one down in front of you and taking a seat on the other side of the table.

“Thought you might be hungry.”

The silence was punctuated only by forks scraping across the bowls. You finished your serving and pushed the dish away, standing up and moving to the sink to rinse it out. Jake followed closely behind you, and after you loaded the dishwasher he touched his hand to the small of your back.

“Kate? Are you OK?”

You swallowed and nodded. “Yeah, it’s just been a long night.”

Jake’s fingers pressed into your back and suddenly you were extremely aware of how close he was. How good he smelled, like vanilla and pine, and how his long sleeved shirt fit tightly over his muscular arms. “Can I get you anything?”

Despite every cell in your body crying out, you stepped away, felt his hand fall from your lower back. “I’m good, just going to head to bed.”

He cocked his head to the side and you swore he looked almost disappointed. “Yeah, of course.”

“Goodnight,” you said, grabbing your water tumbler and heading down the hall to the main stair.

Snuggled down under the comforter, you stared up blankly at the ceiling. After a while, you heard Jake’s door close next to yours, heard him putzing around before finally settling. Your mind was racing. What if things hadn’t worked out? What if you were to lose the baby still? What if Jake hadn’t come? What if Lucy hadn’t been there, or you hadn’t been able to get away from that guy before things got worse? Your mind was spinning out of control, and just as you were about to sit up, throw back the covers and run your wrists under cold water, a calming trick taught to you by an old therapist, you heard your door slide open, the hallway light spilling into the room.

Cracking open one eye, you watched Jake step carefully inside, shutting the door gently before sitting in the armchair near the window.

“What are you doing?” you asked, sitting up.

“Fuck!” he whispered, sitting up straight. “I thought you were asleep.”

“Is this something weird you do? Sneak into my room at night while I’m sleeping.”

“God, of course not.”

“Why do you sound so offended? That’s literally what you’re doing.”

“I couldn’t sleep,” he said. “Every time I closed my eyes I thought back to what the doctor said about bleeding. I just, I thought I would feel better if I could see you. Less freaked out.” ‘

“I can’t sleep either,” you said. “I keep going over everything in my mind. What if things had gone differently? What if I hadn’t pulled away so hard?”

“It’s alright,” Jake said soothingly and you looked over at him, your fingers clasping together tightly in your lap. “You’re fine, darlin’, and the baby is fine.”

“No pet names,” you reminded him and he chuckled.

“Just for tonight?” he asked. “Extenuating circumstances?”

“Fine, just for tonight.”

Outside, the street lamp tossed a dark yellow ring of light that shone directly through the window. Jake stood up and pulled the curtains to dim it out.

“Guess I should probably let you sleep,” he said.

He was halfway out the door when you stopped him. “Jake?”

“Yeah?”

“Can you stay here tonight?” He turned around. “Please?”

He smiled and approached the bed and you pulled back the covers, letting him in. He laid down and instinctively you pressed into his side, his arm coming down around you. “What happened to the no sleeping together rule?” he asked, his voice husky.

“I said no sex. I never said anything about not sleeping together.”

“You said you had a rule about sleepovers.”

“OK, toss that back in my face.” He laughed, his fingers drawing small circles across your skin. “I think things have changed a little since that night. I never thought I’d see you again.”

“Honey, you can’t get rid of me that quick.”

You sighed. “God, I forgot how annoying you are.”

Jake squeezed your arm and settled down into the mattress. “Shh, just go to sleep. Maybe by tomorrow you’ll have forgotten and I’ll be back to being charming.”

You gave his stomach a light slap and he chuckled, before turning over onto your left side. “Goodnight, Jake.”

“Night, sweetheart.”

You rubbed a hand over your slightly swollen lower stomach, listening as Jake’s breaths fell into even light snores. It had been years since you let someone sleep in the same bed as you. And you hated that it felt so comforting. Jake had penetrated the safety net you had spent years building. And quietly, before you even realized, you had let him tear it all down.

A/N: We will meet the full dagger squad in the next chapter!

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Cyberchase - The Grim Wreaker Ship (as portrayed in Season 2 Episode 3 "Harriet Hippo and the Mean Green")

I really like the design that they went with for the internals of the Grim Wreaker, particularly during the episode "Harriet Hippo and the Mean Green". Up to this point, we had seen the exterior plenty of times, as well as the ramp leading inside. We had also seen the shuttle bay, where The Hacker stored Dr. Marbles's Cybercoop during that first episode. And of course, we had seen the bridge, where The Hacker piloted the ship from, plenty of times.

However, this episode was the first one to have the kids actually explore the ship for a bit. The were mainly looking for the kitchen, so that they could get the wig gel cubes to undo Wicked's spell. However, this may actually be the most comprehensive look we've gotten of the internals, even over 20 years later.

When Jackie and Inez initially arrive, we can see that the walls are mostly a light purple. Most people were probably expecting Puce, given The Hacker's love of Puce. Personally, I like this color better. Would you call those conduits turquoise or aquamarine? I'm not sure if these conduits are cryoxide piping, water piping, or some sort of cabling. We see a big blue junction box in the top right with one of those conduits running to it. I have no idea what those sloping red-violet objects are, but we see more conduits running between them.

Some of the red-volet boxes seem to have vents on them. If they all had them, then I would say that maybe they were baseboard heating. We can see a hallway trailing off into the distance. We can see large light fixtures spaced out here and there along the ceiling. We also see some of the smaller aquamarine conduits being swallowed by red-violet conduits. We can also see plenty more of those blue junction boxes with red dots, which could be buttons or lights.

I love how big the interior of the ship is. The kids look so small, especially in this scene. I see something that looks like a coffee machine. It could be some other type of vending machine, but there's no window to show your choices. At the time time, the place where I assume the cup would be filled with coffee is awfully low for The Hacker to reach. Maybe this is something for Buzz.

Okay, I can see some pressure gauges coming out of some of the aquarmarine pipes. I think these are Cryoxide pipes to keep various parts of the ship cool. However, I don't think that those curved aquamarine conduits are Cryoxide pipes. I think those are power cables (or Ethernet cables). How big is this place on the inside?

I suppose I can't talk about this episode without bringing up one of the dumbest/funniest Buzz and Delete scenes. Jackie and Inez are trapped with nowhere to hide. Buzz and Delete are coming down the hall, and they will surely catch the girls. So, Jackie and Inez do the only thing they could do.

And it works. Later, we see The Hacker's dining room and kitchen. Of course, he has a large portrait of himself as a master chef. We also see some blue conduits. Given that one goes into a cupboard, while another one goes to a light fixture, these are probably for electrical cabling.

What is that thing on top of his fridge? Is that some kind of alcohol distillery ice cream maker?

We also get to see his bedroom. We see his rug with his own face it. We see his portrait of himself as a king. We see that he has either a computer terminal or television at the foot of his bed. I'm not sure why this room has a more gray aesthetic. I like that he has windows looking out into Cyberspace that appear to have been placed randomly. But why does he have a disco ball over his bed? Why did we never get to see him actually wear those pajamas as a call-back?

#cartoon #cyberchase #2000s #nostalgia #pbs kids #inez #2000s childhood #jackie #matt #digit #buzz #delete

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joandfriedrich · 2 months

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My Trip to Concord: Part Two

Location 2: Orchard House

We went up the path that lead to the church, and there was a table for guests to sign in with their info and whatever message they’d like to leave. I wrote something like “Best birthday ever for the biggest Little Women fan.” Beside it was a small garden and while it didn’t have any flowers, it was nice to imagine what could have been, and it being the cutest garden.

The tour started in the church, and I was able to get these photos.

Apologizes that the cabinet picture isn’t the greatest, but it was a picture of what appears to be Joan of Arc, and my friend wondered if perhaps Abigail had painted that too. While we waited, we watched this documentary piece (we did miss part of the beginning because we ran a little late at the cemetery) where an actress played LMA and gave a small tour of the house. Something worth noting, and it will be particularly sweet to a certain demographic, when the fictional LMA was showing the pictures from the house, she referred Thoreau as a “very, very, very special friend”. It made me smile like an idiot.

When it finished, our guide told us that this was the school of Philosophy, where Bronson was the superintendent. The bench by the tree was the bench Bronson often sat at. Then moving into the house, we started in the kitchen and I snuck this picture in before being told that we were not allowed any pictures. If you want a good idea of how the interior looks, the 1994 film did a phenomenal job with the design, the colors are a bit different, but the structure is pretty much the same.

This was where the well was, and it was protected by plexiglass. It’s interesting, because in October I got to see Edgar Allan Poe’s house in Baltimore, and Orchard house is so much bigger than that, and it really did feel as cozy and inviting as you’d imagine. From the kitchen to the dining room, it had a picture of LMA over the mantel by the stairs, one that was done after her illness and by the same painter who did Abraham Lincoln. The china in the cabinet was the family china, belonging to her mother, which is why it has “May” engraved as it was her maiden name.

The only bedrooms we saw were the parents, which had a small offshoot of Anna’s twin boys’ room, Abigail and, of course, Louisa. The rooms were all very good size, though Abigail's was smaller than the other two, but I get it, she was the youngest, and if remembering correctly, she moved out/was in Europe at an early age, and didn't need the space. What was so cool as seeing her artwork all around her room, protected by plexiglass, and a copy of her painting La Négresse, was featured in her room.

Louisa's room was my favorite, not just because it's Louisa, but because it had the coziest feel, was sunny, and had such a great history there. Our guide shared that Louisa stayed in this room primarily when she was sick during the war, and Abigail would keep her company, and while she lamented she couldn't get Louisa flowers (as they were pricey), she painted flowers in her room, and it's still there, and very beautiful. It's a black background, with calla lilies and some red flower I am not sure of (you can see a part of it if you look at Abigail's wiki page.).

Something to note, at various places around the house, there were small baskets of fake apples, and my mom asked me "what's with the apples", and I said, "well, it is called orchard house." And then a few minutes later, the guide said that there used to be apple trees that grew nearby and Bronson was known to give people apples even if they didn't ask for it. His study was pretty cool, saw a pocket watch holder that worked as well as a clock. On the shelf, the people of the museum filled it with different versions of LMA's works from all over the world, both in style and in language.

Off from there was Abigail's small art studio, which had a dollhouse like case where different scenes from Little Women are played out. And they discovered underneath the wallpaper and whatnot, outlines of Abigail's artwork, profiles of people that had come to visit, and the museum had protected it with plexiglass, and on that highlighted the profiles.

At the end, we were in the store and there were so many awesome things there that I could have wasted my money there, but I settled on a few things.

Starting at the top and going clockwise, a magnet with Louisa on it with the quote "Nothing is impossible to a determined woman". Next is a small book called "The Language of Flowers" which is, as the cover says, flowers and their meanings". Next is "Merry Christmas and Other Christmas Stories" written by LMA. "Orchard House: Home of Little Women" is a Emmy winning documentary, and was the one that played in the church, and next to it is the Katharine Hepburn Little Women (they had the 33, 94, 19 versions, but I was surprised they didn't have the 17 or even the 49 film, though that is apparently a tough find). Above her, is little kids book called "Little Women: A Playtime Primer", and it's going to be a gift for my nephew. Above that is an ornament of Orchard house with an engraving of LMA, and in the center is a tote bag.

I also got a candle that's called Pickled Limes, and holy crap it smells amazing! A sweet limey scent, which reminded me of @thegamineingrey post of how they were like candy back in the day, and I totally get it. Also, bonus inside, an umbrella charm which was what really sealed the deal, if not for the scent.

Here are pics of the outside of Orchard House, many of which were taken by my mom, since I was too busy just admiring the place.

Suffice to say, it is a beautiful house, full of a rich history and, just as the book, still feels relevant and like going home. I am glad we were able to make the trip out to see this amazing house.

#little women #louisa may alcott #henry thoreau #henry david thoreau #ralph waldo emerson #meg march #jo march #beth march #amy march

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loserlvrss · 3 months

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꒰ 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐘 ꒱ 윤종우

summary : you decided you wanted to renovate your apartment, and who else to assist in distracting you than your loving — tall — boyfriend, jongwoo

genre : fluff, suggestive, jongwoo x afab!reader tws : language, pet names, kiss, slightly suggestive dialogue author notes : ^ω^ beyond help delusional word count : 0.9k

it all started when you decided that you wanted to change the interior design of your studio apartment. you had been living there for a couple years now, and seeing the boring decorations wasn’t bringing you any sort of joy after long work days.

you had honestly been feeling quite depressed inside the dark confines of a place that was supposed to bring you comfort. yes, it had lots of natural light in actuality, big ceiling to floor windows, and even various house plants. but you couldn’t help feeling like it wasn’t you anymore; dim and dull. you had grown older — cut people off and made new friends — you had changed, but your space hadn’t.

spring was coming, and you had decided very late at night that it was the perfect time for you to draft projects, create pinterest boards and search amazon.

of course texting various people for conformation that this was actually a terrific idea.

now, you were nervously biting your lip as you read over the paint colors on the shelf. luckily for you, your lease had no rules against coloring the walls whatever you wanted, as long as when you moved out, you painted them neutral again.

“what the hell does cornsilk even mean?” you looked to your crouched down boyfriend, who you had made come over to assist in the renovations; however, he put up no protest, just wanting to be with you. he was also one of the people who had confirmed that it was a good idea, obviously supporting you wholeheartedly.

he laughed breathily, “you just want white? what’s with the stupid names?”

you stood on your tiptoes, leaning over him and reading eggshell, “i want this one,” he stood up too, having a higher reach than you, and picking it off the shelf, “because it’ll match the pink of the cabinets.” he put it in the cart, next to your new curtains, a couple cute plates, bowls and mugs, as well as hardware to hang a mirror you had bought online.

you two had purchased everything in the cart, as well as miscellaneous items to put on shelves and countertops — that you had thrown into the cart last second.

of course, today had to be the day your elevator stopped working. it was getting ridiculous how much your life had started resembling a sit-com; but at least it brought you joy.

you had three bags of random junk on your arms, juggling a lamp and an extension cord in the other. your boyfriend wasn't free of struggles either, but it was arguably a little less breakable than what you had.

"baby," you huffed, coming to a stop outside your locked apartment door, "i can't grab my keys," you shoved your hips out, making it known that they happen to be in your back pocket, "no funny business, though. i can't afford to replace this light."

he laughed, but easily retrieved the jingling metal. jongwoo pressed up against your body, making you scoff in disbelief, as he unlocked the door.

he pouted innocently, "you said no funny business. i'm just unlocking the door for you, love."

"your duality scares me." you voiced, entering before him, and setting the things (that were cutting your circulation off) on the kitchen peninsula. "no funny business, my ass."

"exactly." he laughed, shutting the door and putting his bags next to yours. "what do you want to do first?"

"probably move everything so the couch doesn't end up with paint all over it."

jongwoo crossed his arms over his chest, looking over to the living room space of your small apartment. "you're lucky I agreed to help you." he laughed out, and you skipped up into his personal space, wrapping your arms around him. "you probably would be able to do it without me, but let me believe its because i'm strong."

you got up onto your tiptoes and kissed his cheek, "thank you." he then meticulously trapped you between his arms, chest to chest, "and you are strong. i gotta make you hold the couch while i stuff a rug under it. but before that, you gotta help me move it, pretty please."

your arms squeezed his torso tighter as you looked up to him. and jongwoo loved looking in your eyes — it was riveting at this point — as arguably, his favorite past time. once again, you went onto your tiptoes to press a kiss to his lips, which was gladly reciprocated. and for a moment you both debated not stopping, turning it a little more than innocent; until you brought it back, and broke apart.

"woah," you laughed, a little breathlessly, "i thought i said no funny business."

he squeezed you tighter to his body as you tried to back away, "not even a little?"

your eyes narrowed playfully, "no, not even a little." he pressed another kiss too your unsuspecting lips, "jongwoo... i want to at least get something done before you start messing around. gotta put your height and arms to work!"

he released you, "fine! but after that you're all mine, right?"

you rolled your eyes, making your way over to your couch to push the smallest piece further to the wall — in which you weren't going to paint.

you looked up at him with a huff, "yes, whatever you want."

he giggly skipped over to you with a satisfied grin plastered to his face.

"remember those words, baby."

reblogs, likes and comments are greatly appreciated! thank u!

#one pact #kpop #kpop requests #kpop writing #kpop imagines #kpop oneshots #kpopidol #kpop bg #romance #kpop fluff #boys planet #one pact jongwoo #yoon jongwoo

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not-poignant · 4 months

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hihi pia! youve said before that you like to leave a lot of the visuals up to the readers imagination with what you write, but i thought to ask can you explain maybe the layour of garys cottage? 😭😭 im so bad with stuff like orientation and space, and i struggle so much sometimes when i read and think ok, now where is that door they came from and where is that chair next to the table and that window. rereading the teacup incident & i just really cant make it work. its fine if not. ily!

Anon, very unfortunately, I am not an architect, and I just spent 30 minutes trying to draw this out which has highlighted to me that I know what the layout is but my job is actually writing and not...drawing the layouts of homes. (If only)

You can always just look up cosy cottages and then use that, anon!

The job of a reader (imho) isn't to imagine things exactly as they are, but go from the details they've been given and often relate that back to what they already know. Sometimes that might mean looking something up if it's genuinely something you've never seen before (karri trees), or relating them back to a tall tree you're familiar with (sequoias). In fact no reader imagines the same thing when they're reading. I could spend 1000 words describing a red cabinet and people will imagine 1000 slightly different variations anyway. Everyone has a different idea of 'red' and a different idea of 'wood' and a different idea of 'cabinet' and even if I lock down into the nitty gritty, if we're not living in the same country, our power sockets look different, our heating and cooling systems (and accommodations for them) are different, the fabrics we use are different (unless we all go to IKEA), the smells of the home are all slightly different.

I think even if I did draw it out successfully in two hours (which is not time I really have spare at the moment :/ I wish I did because I think it could be fun except that I don't want to download architecture software to make an actual blueprint of an entire cottage that's in scale but also shows exactly where the furniture will go which includes interior design as well x.x - and I do know exactly how it's laid out mentally, so I know I could make it work. (And I still might, maybe, but probably not while I have a 15 week old puppy I'm sorry anon D: ) But yeah doing it on paper has proven to me that actually writing out the location of like 50 different things means the blueprint becomes too small and messy to still tell what's going on. I wrote 'table and chairs' over the table and chairs and now you can no longer see the table and chairs in my sketch which is not useful!

There's a difference between the layout of a house and the layout of the objects and furniture in a house. I may have worked for an architecture firm, but I am not a house designer. *cries*

But! All you really need to know is that Gary can't see the kitchen cabinets from where he sits on the couch. Which means if someone crouches down and opens the cabinets, he can't see them either. There are a lot of houses that have layouts like this, especially houses that have a counter not just up against the wall, but in the middle of the kitchen.

For example in this image, if a couch was in front of the kitchen counter that's free-standing, and a person was sitting on the couch and looked at the free-standing kitchen counter, they would not be able to see the kitchen cabinets from the free standing kitchen counter, or what's in them. They can only see the counter. If the lounge was lower than the kitchen, they'd see even less.

In this image, if the couch was where the stairs are, you'd not be able to see what Efnisien was doing in the kitchen at all until he stoop and held up the teacup. If he kept the teacup low in his hands, you'd not be able to see it at all.

Because Gary's cottage is small, but open plan, the lounge has a view to the kitchen, but not directly into the kitchen.

There's lots of houses that feature this kind of architecture, so if you really want to go down that rabbit hole, you can just search different kitchens in cottages until you see one where if you sit on the couch, you can't see someone crouched in front of the kitchen cabinets.

Gary's free-standing kitchen counter is also multi-level like this is multi-level:

So someone could stand there and make a coffee and a person sitting on the couch wouldn't be able to see what they were doing. Ornaments and vases and notes etc. can go on the raised bit, and kitchen stuff can happen on the lower bit.

Ah marvel at my use of technical terms *cries again*

Anyway! I hope that helps somewhat. I'm mad that I can't draw this layout for you because I do wish I could just...mentally take people on a tour through this cottage. And it would be great to do that. But I am looking at the saddest most pathetic sketch in my sketchpad right now, and I used to work as an artist, but I'm just very very very very bad at this kind of technical drawing.

But maybe the teacup scene will make a little more sense now :)

#asks and answers #pia on writing #pia on failing at writing lmao #underline the black #setting description is tough because like #unless you yourself are actually drawing a layout anon #which almost no one does #what most people get instead is just a 'sense' of where things are #they might know the bedroom feels like it's in the right place if it's too the right or the left #or they might imagine something cosy for them #when you don't get that sense #you can then go to looking up cottages #like 'australia cottage bushland' or something #and get an idea of the woods and furniture used in some of the nicer small ones #if you find something you like you can use that #just like writing is an artform #reading is also a bit of an artform #the best part is you transform the story as you read it #it's not meant to look like how i imagined it exactly #it becomes something entirely new in your head #but i still hope this post helped!!!!

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morayofsunshine · 1 year

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ADHD-Proofing Your Home

For the latest apartment I moved into, I decided to set up the space so that it's more conducive to me and the way my mind and my ADHD works.

This would help me keep it in a state that I can work with and live in more happily, so I can do more of I want to get done inside and outside of the home.

Here are some of the modifications I've added (or am working on adding) so far - maybe you can use strategies like these, too! And feel free to add your own!

Print out a list of things you commonly need to bring or check before you leave the house each day and put it up on the inside of your front door.

With the step above - attach printed reminders of actions you commonly forget near the things that you use when you're forgetting them. (i.e., a reminder to turn on the fan near the shower, to check the burners near the stove, or to water plants near the sink)

While following medication storage guidelines, store your morning meds near where you keep your breakfast ingredients and your night meds near any fluids you drink before bed. Those timer caps are a good idea, too.

Hang up any habit or event reminders at eye level somewhere you visit often. For example, I have a dry erase calendar scheduling my chores in the kitchen. Even if I'm not updating it, I'm reminded that I have chores to do.

Store any supplies for tasks you want to do more often at eye level too. (For me, it's a duster.) This one can be difficult to do without constantly cluttering surfaces, so maybe designate shelving for this.

Keep multiple copies of small, inexpensive but necessary items around the house. I have 3 different combs that I keep in different spots - if I've misplaced one, it's likely that a different one will still be in its usual spot and then I won't run late looking for a comb.

Separate your space into "zones" where you accomplish different activities, and set them up to be inviting. This is common interior design advice, but for me it also accomplishes a few extra things:

you get inspiration from your space when you don't know what to do with unstructured time

you aren't deterred from doing something by an unrelated object sitting in your way

when you're done with an activity, cleaning up (whenever you get to it) will be less of a production because an object's storage location will be closer to where you used it.

#actuallyadhd #these are things that are helping me a lil more; ymmv #in the vein of 'who cares if it's 'normal' as long as it works'#i know the formatting at the end is a little weird but i can't indent bullet points #medication mention #interior design #to be continued . . .

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2024 Trend Report (so far)

I've got an exciting lineup for you today, a curated list of home design trends that I've taken special note of.

Some of these concepts might just phase out, some might be here to stay.

My specialty up until most recently was in kitchen design so let's start with kitchens.

Chunky countertops

It's all about adding some visual heft to your kitchen and bathroom surfaces. This trend involves the use of thicker countertop surfaces to create a luxurious look. The thickness of these countertops adds visual weight and depth to the space, making them a focal point in modern kitchen designs. The look gives a sense of solidity and durability. It works with pretty much any kitchen style. You can even do a wooden chunky countertop. This countertop style features clean lines and straight finishes. Of course, the thicker the countertop, the more expensive it is. Maybe that's the idea.

There's a great kitchen island at the front window of Poggenpohl in Gastown ↓

A picture I took of the display kitchen closest to the window.

2. Statement island countertops

Turning the island into a focal point by incorporating dramatic stones and colors, sometimes with waterfall sides that put the slabs on full display. I have seen this done with a different countertop than the ones around in the kitchen, with a whole different grain and texture or color.

3. Butler's Pantries

One time I accidentally mentioned this to a client and she was like “I love the idea, I want this” but her kitchen space was too small to incorporate something like this and I was kicking myself for having said anything. It's basically a secondary kitchen space, like a walk-in pantry.

It's a little room attached to your kitchen that is for storage mostly. It helps minimize clutter in the main kitchen by creating space for pantry food, small appliances and extra countertop space. Sometimes there's even a smaller sink in there.

It’s like a mini kitchen/pantry space that is attached to your kitchen.

It’s really trendy to make the doors to the butler’s pantry look like the rest of the cabinets and, like a secret door that leads to this pantry space.

Now let's step outside really quick and look at a garden trend.

4. Meadow gardens

People want to live large in their backyards and it seems that a trend is leaning towards a very meadow-like garden (bring in those ornamental grasses!)

Grass lawn alternatives that are more drought tolerant and don't require much watering is also growing in popularity.

The vibe is lush and natural, maybe even slightly overgrown, full of native and climate-appropriate plantings that attract wildlife and pollinators.

5. Four Post Beds

Ok, to be honest I’m not crazy about this one but I’ve been seeing it more and more. I suppose I can look stylish. It’s definitely a statement piece.

The Four Post Bed features four vertical columns or poles, often made of wood or metal, that extend up from the bed frame. It combines traditional craftsmanship with modern design sensibilities.

It can come with or without a canopy, depending on the look. The kind I have been seeing a lot is the open frame design, which is more airy than with a canopy on top. A bed canopy adds drama and makes a bedroom feel more cozy.I just don't like the empty 4 post bed cause I think it kinda cuts the field of view rather than having everything be more open.

6. Color drenching (Paint)

Paint eryting. Even the trims and the ceiling. Color drenching involves saturating spaces creating a uniform room all around. Trendiest seem to be moody colors and of course neutrals. This trend encourages painting entire rooms, including walls, ceilings, and even trim. For those seeking a moody interior, deep colors can set a dramatic tone, aligning with the prevailing trend towards darker neutrals. On the other hand, for a more neutral approach, soft and subtle shades of creams or taupes can be used to achieve a serene atmosphere.

Beige and gray are kinda phasing out.

Moody colors have been making their way into interiors for the last couple of years. If not on the walls then on furniture.

Plums, chocolate browns, jade greens, reddish browns, dusty tones.

Definitely some warmer wood tones.

Speaking of warm browns

7. Midcentury modern

is making kinda a comeback but in a 2020s style (often times lesser quality, mass-produced like). Midcentury furniture pieces, color palettes and architectural details.

I mean who doesn't love mid-century?

Spaces both feel nostalgic and contemporary, fits into almost any kind of lifestyle.

I think we can tribute this to creators like Paige Wassel. Her style is very mid-century and she is a major influencer in the interior design online space.

Key features of the trend are the tapered legs, statement lighting fixtures, and bold geometric patterns.

I myself am very into it.

Very sophisticated and comfortable.

8. Silver

Interiors follow fashion. There’s this industrial Y2K aesthetic that’s really prominent in personal style and that is seeping into interiors as well.

It is both sleek and grimy.

Look at this kitchen,

As for pieces to add to an interior I think of the rivet series from FRAMA.

Silver (like aluminum), not mirrored.

Mirrored furniture is out, that’s 2010 glam.

Not only y2k but can also have a look of old silver like sterling silver. One with a darker hue underneath and that you have to polish.

Think more of like a knights armor or antique silverware with a bunch of carvings on it.

9. Pictures leaning against the wall

A bunch of framed pictures or photos not necessarily nailed on a wall.

People are putting art Inside cupboards, on kitchen counters, on bookshelves or as in the case I’m specifying here, just leaning against a wall. Layered often times.

Mine around my house look like a bunch of frames stacked kinda waiting for something. One behind the other, all stacked against each other.

It involves arranging multiple artworks of varying sizes and styles in a casual but appealing manner.

Its a flexible way to display your art, allowing for easy rearrangement and experimentation with compositions.

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These are design trends in my world and I will continue to explore, following trends, their emersion, evolution and end.

#interiordesigntrends #interior design #interior design 2024 #interior design trends 2024 #interiors

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