#Best Disposable Brush Pot

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# Dishwashing Brush Washing Pot Brush Cup Kitchen 

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Ok, um, I'm hoping you still do requests as I have a Howl one.

So, like, we all know how Howl gets upset when his bathroom is cleaned right?? So I was thinking, of like, and angst to comfort one, where reader spends the whole day cleaning the house, including the bathroom, so when reader is finally done and just wants to relax, maybe take a nap after the exhausting day, Howl comes home. Now, reader is happy to see Howl, and after greeting him and everything, goes to take a nap. Howl goes to take his shower, and when reader is finally about to fall asleep, Howl shrieks, and comes storming into the room, upset about his hair changing color (again). He starts yelling at reader, upset obviously and being a bit over dramatic. But, reader has had a stressful day, and genuinely thinks Howl is mad at him, hence a small panic attack filled with tearful apologies from reader, and promises to never do it again, all while reader is begging Howl not to leave them. Howl realizes the distress, and forgets about his hair to comfort reader as much as possible. Hence fluff and cuddles and promises and such ensue.

It's alright if you can't do it, i understand, but uh, I hope you can!!

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Character/Pairing: Howl Pendragon x Male!Reader Pronouns: You/Yours but reader is male-leaning Summary: You wanted to do something nice for Howl while he was out for the day. You rolled up your sleeves and deep cleaned your shared home, scrubbing the counters, cleaning all the ash build-up around Calcifer and even cleaning the rooms. You knew Howl liked to have the bathroom organized in a specific way with all his potions so you tried your best to keep it the same way How left it but there was a small mix-up. Warnings: Angst to Comfort, suggestive parts at the end, brief description of a about panic attack, i can write an alt-ending with make-up smut if anyone wants that lol Word Count: 2555 Authors notes: things will never be done in a timely manor with me and reqs sorry guys :sob: im so so sorry this is a year late omg. [P.S] lets all love lain!! [P.P.S] lmk if anyone wants a fic where reader proposes to Howl As always I love Howl yall

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"Watch it!, I doubt Howl wants to lose his resident fire-demon!"

Calcifer hollered as you moved him out of the fireplace and into an iron cast pot with a couple of logs in there to keep him lit.

Today you were surprising Howl with deep cleaning the moving castle, that meant the whole castle. Rooms, the kitchen, the bathroom, everywhere. You had already told Markl your plan and he told you to stay out of his room, he'd clean it himself he said nervously as he backed up to the door and ran in as soon as the conversation was over. Markl was a good kid so you didn't have a doubt in your mind that he'd clean it.

As you quickly brushed all the ash into the disposal bag, Calcifer grumbled about how Howl needs to come home quickly and stop his clean-freak of a boyfriend from wreaking havoc around the castle. You chuckled and finished up, placing some big logs into the fireplace and putting Calcifer right back where he was. He rolled his eyes and blew a raspberry at your back as you walked out the room, flames flying off his tongue before dying as they hit the air. The witch of the waste, now in her powerless form sat on the green couch in front of the demon. She laughed quietly before her old eyes trailed you as you walked out the living room.

"Young love..." She said wispily, a smile on her face. Calcifer rolled his eyes again before grumbling, the old woman chuckled at his sham disgust and took a sip of tea.

With motivation and pep in your step, you walked to the next room to clean as you smiled at Calcifer's antics.

Soon enough you had made your way through the house, cleaning the rooms, sweeping the floors and even coming back into the kitchen and mopping the floors. After Markl came out of his room, making sure the door was closed shut behind him, he came and helped you out wherever you needed it. He helped clean the counters and washed some dishes, lightening the cleaning load for you.

Soon the room you were least excited for was left, the bathroom. The bathroom was always Howls domain, nobody ever messed with anything in this one. Howl had designed the house to have 3 other bathrooms just so nobody bothers his potions, he has the potions set in a way that he can mix them with ease and keep his vibrant blond hair.

Slowly, you opened the door to Howl's bathroom. You guys share a bathroom but the room you now stood in was solely Howls, the walls covered in shiny jewels he found interesting and hung up, bottles after bottles covered the shelves and counters of the sink and tub. Stains covered the walls, hues of reds, pinks, blues, greens, all types of colors covered the four walls that made up that room. You grimaced a bit, the room resembled how it once looked before you arrived.

As you began to clean, you picked up a bottle, cleaned under it, then put it back where you picked it up from. You were very careful as you cleaned, not wanting another freak-out like when you first arrived all that time ago. Howl's appearance still mattered to him some even with so much time spent together. Slowly but surely you made your way through the bathroom, as much as it wasn't organized the way you'd have it you can't judge how Howl keeps his space.

You swept the floor and soon finished up the room. The room was still disorganized but at least the stains were gone.

You strut out the room, rag and broom in hand as you shut the door soundly against its frame. Soon you found the whole castle spotless, leaning against the kitchen counter and watching Cacifer blow raspberries at you from across the room. You sipped at your glass of water as you chuckled at the flames behavior. Soon the empty glass was washed and put away and you turned to stretch your limbs. You really did a lot of work today, maybe you could make Howl’s favorite for dinner tonight..

The witch of the waste gentle laugh snapped you out of your thoughts before you could truly decide,

"Now Now, don't think so hard! Your face furrows in such a cute way but if you keep it up, you'll end up with wrinkles!"

She lightly teased you as a light blush covers your face,

"I know what you're thinking, no you shall not be cooking dinner as well. You worked very hard today, lay down and rest for a bit. I'll take care of dinner with Markl."

Markl, who you didn't see walk in from how deep in thought you were, nodded and told you to stay put and relax.

A chuckle left your lips at that, you raised your hands in surrender to the two as they walked past and into the kitchen. A clink sounded from the door as you fell silent, Howl was home!

The door opened and in walked your boyfriend (fiancée if you could work up the courage to propose.) At that thought, you immediately smiled and walked over to the door to greet him. His blond hair and pale skin with even paler freckles greeted you as you two hugged.

"Honey, I'm home.."

He whispered softly into your ear, a smile on his face.

"Hi.. I missed you."

You whispered back sweetly as you embraced, a yell from Markl soon brought you back into reality. He waved a big hello to Howl from his step stool, a wooden spoon in his hand with a big smile.

Howl took a look around the living room, taking note of how clean it is.

"Love? Did you clean the living room?"

He asked you sweetly, you answered with a nod and a small explanation to all that you did today. Howl smiled brightly as he led you to the coach and listened to you talk about your day. His face slightly shifted after you mentioned going into his bathroom.

"You didn't move anything right?"

"Oh no, I made sure to keep everything in the same place you left it. All I really did was.."

A yawn cut off your sentence as you finally relaxed from running around all day.

"Oh how sweet.. Come here dear, let's get you to bed."

You yawn again as he picks you up into his arms. You wanted to fight, to tell him to let you walk on your own but limbs felt heavy as the weight of the work you did today finally set in. Maybe you shouldn't have moved furniture to clean the castle better... You questioned in your mind after yet another yawn.

Howl kept mumbling sweet praises as he looked in and saw every room that was cleaned by you, a 'good job, my prince' to 'dazzling my darling, you truly impress me' was whispered into your ear as you giggled and laughed at the tickling breath. Soon you felt the comfort of the bed you and Howl shared, you felt yourself relax as Howl set you down softly. With a kiss to your head and whispers from him about going for a bath after such a tiring day, he left. You turned your head at his back as he left before letting your head fall into the sheets with a smile.

You reached over and grabbed the pillow Howl usually sleeps on and brought it to your chest. You missed him dearly today and couldn't wait to hold him in your arms again. A childish smile graced your lips as you tucked your head into the pillow and took a deep breath. Howl always smelt of vanilla chamomile tea, you didn't know why but it was just the scent that he had and left on everything like the pillow you held in your arms. Sometimes you stole his jacket just because it reminded you so much of him, keeping you warm while you sluggishly walked the halls of the castle in the early winter mornings.

A yell cut through the air, snapping you out of your sweet dream.

Oh shit.

Howl's screech got closer as he sprinted into your shared room, tugging on his hair as he cried,

"How could you!?? You told me you didn't mess with anything! You lied, Why would you mess with my potions AGAIN?? I specifically asked you Y/N- "

Howl continued ranting and raving but you couldn't hear it anymore, ringing filled your ears as the noise overwhelmed you. You didn't mean to, honest! You only wanted to surprise him and make him happy, You truly didn't mean to upset him like this again. Did he want to break up with you now? Would he break up with you over this? You knew Howl was dramatic and all but to break up over some hair color didn't seem too far out of Howls ball park. The ring box flooded back into your head as you remembered it in your front pants pocket of tomorrow's outfit, what about your proposal? Would he reject you over this? What if he didn't want to marry you anymore?

A sob cut him off, his head darting to look back over to you. The sight made his heart squeeze with guilt, fat tears rolled down your cheeks as you stared at him. A gasp sounded from you as you tried to fill your lungs with air, you tried and struggled as it felt like the world around you was closing. You couldn't lose him, not over this.

Howl's hands fidgeted as he came close to you; he didn't want to touch you suddenly and freak you out worse. Your chest felt tight as your heartbeat drummed loud in your ears, tears tripped fast down your cheeks as you sobbed.

"Hey, Darling, Listen to me.. Slow down and take a few deep breaths for me."

His soft voice slowly bringing you back into the now, He pulled you into his bare chest and pressed a soft kiss to your head as he rocked you back and forth gently. Quiet sobs of 'im sorry's left your mouth, voice soft and shaky as you slowly but surely calmed down, Howl only mumbled back telling you not to apologize and that he was the one that was sorry.

Soon nothing but sniffs left you and Howl took that as a sign to really apologize.

"I'm.. I'm so, so sorry, my love. I shouldn't have gotten so upset with you, I know you didn't mean to mess anything up. I saw how you left things completely the same minus the stains on the wall, I believe it must've been my own mistake. You know my theatrics but that doesn't excuse my overreaction, I sincerely apologize."

"Please don't leave me, I'm so sorry please!"

You pleaded with Howl as you slowly started to panic. You'd do anything to make this better, to make sure he wouldn't leave you. Howl was quick to shush you at that, His now black locks coming into view as he hugged you close.

"Whatever made you think it'd leave you over this?My heart is forever yours, it matters not if we have an occasional couples spat, I could never lose you, my love. For you complete me. You are my other half, my everything. Without you, I feel like my world has dulled, I see no point in living if I do not have you by my side. You are everything to me, please never doubt that. If you ever have doubts like this again, please I am begging you, come to me about it. I swear on my honor as a wizard that I cast those shadows of doubt away."

He was such a cheesy romantic, it almost made you giggle but you were far too tired from crying so you gave him a smile instead.

"There's my handsome love.. I'm so glad to see that smile again."

He hugged you close as he rubbed your shoulders, a comfortable silence fell over you two as you finally calmed down. Your hands running up and down Howl's bare back, his skin warm against your cheek as you rested your head on his chest. It was always so much better to hear his heartbeat without clothes covering him, a chuckle left Howl's lips as he leaned down close to your other ear.

"I promise, I will never freak out like that on you ever again."

"You better not, The Witch and Sophie will tear you a new one. Lucky she isn't here tonight, though I doubt Calcifer won't tell her about it come tomorrow when she's back."

A nervous eep left Howl as he realizes the earful he's going to get, he whines that he won't hear the end of it from her and goes to beg you to tell her to go easy on him. You simply giggle and tell him too bad. Another kiss to his head that slowly moved you his ear as you quietly asked if he was going to make this up to you.

"Is that why you're still naked? Are you trying to make it up to me with your body?"

You teased before getting up, laughing your way out the room as you watched Howl's face burn bright red.

You found your way out to the garden, Howl's childhood study. You sat down on the ground, looking up at the stars, the wind blowing calmly as the night grew cooler. A hand on your pocket as you felt the ring box you purchased for Howl, You knew you wanted to marry him, it wasn’t a difficult choice but you felt like you didn’t know what to say just yet. Howl soon greeted you, his hand covering yours as a way to spook you. You let out a yelp before realizing it was him, you gave him a playful shove before giggling along with him. 

“What brought you out here? Are you… still upset?”

“A bit but no that's not why I’m out here.”

You look over to the now raven haired man, your boyfriend, your other half. You truly loved and adored everything about him even if sometimes he was a brat. You smile softly at that thought. Howl was truly yours through and through without a single doubt in your mind, while you knew it’d taken a long time to get to this point, you thought yourself ready for the next step and you hoped Howl would say yes.

“You’re staring.. Is there something on my face?”

You giggle as you watch him touch all over his face, trying to find what's on it.

“No, there's nothing there, love. I just..”

Deep breath in and out. You can do this Y/N, just four words.

“Darling..”

Howl took your hands into his, his blue eyes meeting your own shining eyes as you took another deep breath.

“Tag, you're it!”

You got up and ran farther down the hill, a childish giggle leaving you as ran. A yell sounded from Howl as you caught him off guard and destroyed the peaceful atmosphere but he soon gave chase after you.

You’d propose.. Someday.

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NOTES: So, its done almost a year late but done. I'm glad to be back for good so enjoy this! I plan on pt2 to my other Howl fic to be done in a few days if I'm feeling better.

lmk if anyone actually wants a proposal fic / make up smut

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If you write poly relationships can I request a ghost x soap x gn reader? Just some morning fluff filled with cuddles! Have a good day/night!

MY BOYS 😭 YES!!! (I love writing poly relationships tbh)

Mornings are so soft, they’re so quiet and peaceful and warm, and so sacred. You’re sandwiched in the middle, Johnny’s on your right, head on your chest, arm draped around your waist, Simon’s lying on his side with his back to the door on your left, he’s been awake for a while now but he hasn’t wanted to move, the warmth of your shared bed far too comforting to leave.

He brushes a strand of hair from your eyes and gently kisses your cheek before getting out of bed to start the day. He sees you stir slightly before turning over on your side and wrapping yourself around Johnny, legs tangled and arms wrapped around him. He smiled softly and quietly walked to the kitchen

Simon gets the coffee pot and the kettle going, silently humming a song to himself while he gets your cups of coffee and his tea ready. His humming is cut short when he hears the bedroom door move,

“Mornin’ Si.” You yawn, your scratching your stomach sleepily as you trudge over to him and pull him down for a kiss on the cheek,

“Mornin’ love, sleepin’ beauty still out?”

“Like a light.” You laughed with a yawn, you sat on the kitchen island, legs kicking while you watch him make your morning beverages,

“Fuckin’ hell, sleeps like no other, that one.”

“I was sleepin’ not dead, ya numpty.” Johnny walks in and kisses your head and Simon’s too, he leans against the counter and gratefully takes his cup from Simon and passes yours to you. You all touch mugs and take a cautious sip, and you each hum in contentment.

“Do we have anything to do today?” Johnny asked drumming his fingers on his cup,

“Hmm. Groceries, I’m on laundry today, Si was gonna take a whack at the garbage disposal, and what did we wind up settling on for you?” You listed off, Simon nodding along with you,

“Helpin’ with groceries, food and support.” He answered drinking his tea, Johnny nodded as well.

“Now that I say it out loud it kinda sounds like a drag.” You groaned, Johnny laughed and hopped up on the counter beside you, wrapping his arm around you and bringing you in close.

“You said that last time, which is why we’re doing it today.” Argued Simon, you gave him your best pout but he steeled his nerves, “Doesn’t mean we have to get started right away, though.” (That’s how it happened last time too)

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Robby was used to waiting. He didn’t mind it. He was used to watching the big hand of the clock turn, used to the growing disappointment, used to counting numbers in his head then losing track and starting from zero again and again.

Five times Robby waited for his father and the one time he didn’t have to.

Chapter 1: Christmas Eve Night - 5 years old

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Christmas Eve Night - 5 years old

The apartment is cold like always, and Robby wraps the threadbare blanket tossed on the couch around himself. It curls around his legs like a cloak and he has to carefully shuffle towards the door to prevent himself from tripping over the pool of fabric.

He sits in front of it, shivering, waiting. His breath comes out in whisps and he pretends he’s smoking like he sometimes sees the man from next door so out on the fire escape. He can hear his mother snoring loudly from her bedroom. She had downed a bottle of wine as red as blood that evening, sniffling about all the parties she was missing. How she was stuck here. With him. It made him feel sad, how she had to forgo fun to look after him, so he sat quietly at the coffee table, drawing a picture. He hoped if he made himself small enough, she’d forget he was there and be happy again.

Robby helped her to bed once she started slumping over the arm of the couch. He was an expert at this stage. At manoeuvring her taller body down the hall, removing her shoes, putting a pot next to her in case she threw up. He had tucked her in, and carefully kissed her forehead. Sometimes, if he was lucky enough and quiet enough, she did the same to him, and he liked the feeling it gave him. It made him feel important. Like he was someone special.

After his mother was safely sleeping, he began the process of setting up for his special visitor. Disposing of the wine bottle and glass, putting stale cookies and two glasses of milk on the table, putting a little bow he’d found outside on the picture. He had spilt a bit of the milk, he had to stretch up real high on the chair to get it from the fridge and it slipped from his hands. He mopped it up as best as he could, and was thankful the bang of it hitting the floor didn’t wake his mother.

With that all sorted, he sat and he waited. He had wrote a letter to Santa earlier that month, one his mother had read with screwed up eyes. She got real quiet after it, and then hugged him real tight.

“Are you sure that’s what you want?” She asked, “I can get you something else? Like a… like a toy truck or something?”

But he shook his head. He knew what he wanted.

They had no chimney, so he knew his present had to come through the front door. He wondered if Santa had a special key that opened all the doors in the world. He hoped his present wouldn’t prove difficult to deliver, technically what he asked for was awkward and huge, and part of him felt bad for asking such a big task for Santa to do. Though he did figure he had been a very good boy this year. He made his bed every morning and brushed his teeth, never complained or had a tantrum, was always perfectly polite even to some of the weirdo men his mother brought home sometimes. He deserved it, he thought.

Robby was used to waiting. He didn’t mind it. He was used to watching the big hand of the clock turn, used to the growing disappointment, used to counting numbers in his head then losing track and starting from zero again and again.

He was used to falling asleep, and waking up in the cold.

His mother gently shakes him awake Christmas morning. She is hungover, the wrinkle between her eyes a give away. His body is twisted around the blanket and his face wet, as if he’d been crying while he dreamt.

He wipes his cheeks roughly, avoids the pity in her eyes.

“Did Santa come?” He knows the answer, but still his eyes hopefully search the room.

Under the measly tree (a tiny battered plastic thing covered in tinsel) is a roughly wrapped box.

“He did,” she grins, but it’s fake because they both know it’s not what he wanted. He smiles back too, just as fake as her, another thing he’s good at.

In a few minutes, he’ll open it, and he’ll pretend to be happy with what he’s received. Then when she’s not looking, he’ll take the picture he careful drew for his dad the night before, a picture of the two of them, smiles brighter than the sun. He’ll rip it up into tiny pieces and flush it down the toilet.

If not even Santa can get his dad to visit him, then what will?

[egexoo]

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4. Versatility

Loofah sponges are versatile and can be used for various cleaning tasks in the kitchen. Whether you need to scrub pots and pans, clean countertops, or remove stubborn stains, a loofah sponge can handle the job. Their flexibility and effectiveness make them a valuable addition to any eco-conscious household.

Why Egyptian Loofah Sponges Stand Out

1. Superior Quality

Egyptian loofah sponges are renowned for their superior quality compared to other loofah varieties. The optimal growing conditions in Egypt, including fertile soil and a favorable climate, contribute to the exceptional density and durability of these loofahs. Each loofah is carefully harvested and processed to ensure it meets high standards of quality. This results in a sponge that offers both durability and effective cleaning performance.

2. Enhanced Sustainability

Egyptian loofah sponges are not only biodegradable but also sustainably harvested. The cultivation of loofah gourds in Egypt follows environmentally friendly practices that support soil health and reduce the need for synthetic fertilizers and pesticides. This sustainable approach aligns with the principles of zero waste and contributes to a more eco-friendly product.

3. Luxurious Feel

In addition to their practical benefits, Egyptian loofah sponges offer a luxurious feel. The dense fibers create a rich lather when used with your favorite cleaning products, enhancing the overall cleaning experience. The natural texture of Egyptian loofahs adds a touch of indulgence to your daily kitchen routine while maintaining an eco-friendly approach.

How to Choose the Best Zero-Waste Kitchen Loofah Sponge

1. Assess the Texture

When selecting a kitchen loofah sponge, consider the texture that best suits your cleaning needs. Loofahs come in various textures, from coarse to fine. For heavy-duty scrubbing, choose a loofah with a coarser texture that can handle tough grease and grime. For more delicate tasks, a finer texture may be more appropriate. Egyptian loofah sponges offer a balanced texture that provides effective cleaning without being overly abrasive.

2. Check for Durability

Durability is a crucial factor when choosing a kitchen loofah sponge. Look for a sponge that maintains its shape and effectiveness over time, even with frequent use. Egyptian loofah sponges are known for their resilience and long-lasting performance, ensuring that you get the most value out of your investment.

3. Consider the Size and Shape

Loofah sponges come in various sizes and shapes to accommodate different cleaning tasks. For general kitchen cleaning, a standard-sized loofah sponge will suffice. For more specialized tasks, such as cleaning tight spaces or corners, consider a smaller or uniquely shaped loofah. Egyptian loofahs are available in a range of sizes and shapes to meet your specific needs.

4. Ensure Ease of Care

Proper care and maintenance of your loofah sponge are essential for its longevity and hygiene. Choose a loofah that is easy to clean and dries quickly to prevent mold and bacteria growth. Egyptian loofah sponges are relatively low-maintenance and can be rinsed thoroughly after each use. Allow the loofah to air dry in a well-ventilated area to ensure it remains in excellent condition.

EGEXO: Your Source for High-Quality Zero-Waste Kitchen Loofah Sponges

1. Commitment to Sustainability

EGEXO is dedicated to providing high-quality, eco-friendly loofah sponges that support a zero-waste lifestyle. Our Egyptian loofah sponges are sourced from sustainable farms and crafted with the highest standards of quality. We are committed to reducing environmental impact and promoting sustainable practices through our product offerings.

2. Wide Range of Options

EGEXO offers a diverse range of zero-waste kitchen loofah sponges to meet various cleaning needs. Whether you are looking for standard-sized sponges, specialized shapes, or custom designs, our product selection has you covered. Our loofahs are designed to provide effective cleaning performance while maintaining an eco-friendly approach.

3. Bulk Ordering and Customization

For businesses, retailers, and other organizations, EGEXO provides options for bulk ordering and customization. Our bulk ordering options make it easy to stock up on high-quality loofah sponges for resale or use in commercial settings. Additionally, our customization services allow you to tailor loofah sponges to meet specific requirements, ensuring a product that aligns with your brand or personal preferences.

4. Affordable Pricing

Despite the premium quality and sustainable nature of our loofah sponges, EGEXO remains committed to offering competitive pricing. We believe that eco-friendly products should be accessible to everyone, and our pricing reflects this commitment. By optimizing our supply chain and manufacturing processes, we provide exceptional value without compromising on quality.

Conclusion

Choosing zero-waste products is an essential step towards reducing your environmental impact and promoting a more sustainable lifestyle. Kitchen loofah sponges offer a fantastic eco-friendly alternative to traditional cleaning tools, with Egyptian loofah sponges standing out for their superior quality and sustainability. EGEXO is your trusted source for high-quality zero-waste kitchen loofah sponges, offering a wide range of options, bulk ordering, and customization services.

For more information about our eco-friendly loofah sponges and to explore our range of products and services, visit www.egexo.com. Discover how EGEXO can help you maintain a sustainable kitchen with the finest zero-waste loofah sponges available.

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Your Ultimate Guide to Choosing Perfect Stainless Steel Kitchen Sinks

Why Stainless Steel?

Long-Lasting Durability: To begin with, sinks made of stainless steel are remarkably resilient. Your heaviest pots and pans and that beetroot salad will go down without a hitch since they are resistant to stains, scratches, and corrosion.

Timeless Design: Stainless steel has a clean, polished appearance that complements almost any type of décor. Its style is timeless. Stainless steel looks good with both more classic and modern minimalist styles.

Easy to Maintain: You wouldn’t want a kitchen fixture that needs a lot of maintenance on a hectic day. Thankfully, stainless steel is quite easy to clean. A quick clean with soapy water can bring back the shine of your stainless steel kitchen sinks. It is also completely bacterial-free, which is great for hygiene.

Choosing the Right Stainless Steel Kitchen Sinks

Gauge Your Interest: The thickness of the stainless steel is measured in gauges. Lower numbers mean thicker metal. Most home sinks range from 16 to 24 gauge. A good rule of thumb? A 16 or 18-gauge is ideal for residential use — it’s sturdy enough to handle your kitchen needs without denting from your favorite cast iron skillet.

Size and Configuration: Think about how you use your kitchen. Do you cook frequently, or do you eat quick, easy meals most of the time? Do you occasionally find yourself wanting additional space to clean dishes? Sinks are available in a variety of shapes and sizes, with single and double bowl alternatives as well as built-in attachments like colanders and chopping boards. To choose the optimal fit, measure your area and take your cooking habits into account.

Finish and Style: Stainless steel is not a one-size-fits-all material in terms of finish and appearance. Based on which finish goes best with the hardware and appliances in your kitchen, you may pick between a polished or brushed finish. For those who are meticulous about maintaining a flawless appearance, brushed finishes are a godsend since they effectively conceal water stains and fingerprints.

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Top Picks to Consider

- The Classic Chef: For those who love to cook and entertain, consider a large, single-bowl sink. It’s roomy enough to soak your biggest roasting pan or chill several bottles of wine for your next dinner party.

- The Efficient Duo: If multitasking is your style, a double-bowl sink lets you soak dishes on one side while rinsing veggies on the other. It’s a game-changer for your cooking flow!

- The Compact Wonder: Running tight on space? A smaller, deeper sink can be incredibly efficient, offering enough depth to prevent splashing and keep everything tidy in a smaller kitchen.

Making It Last

Care Tips: Keep your stainless steel sinks looking its best with regular cleaning. Avoid using harsh chemicals which can damage the finish. For more difficult cleaning tasks, use vinegar or light soap and water. Following is an expert tip: You can keep the surface shiny and prevent fingerprints by lightly rubbing it with olive oil.

Ready to Upgrade Your Kitchen?

With all of this knowledge at your disposal, why not use BuildMyPlace to get the stainless steel sink your kitchen needs? To meet the demands and aesthetics of every kitchen, we provide a range of sizes and designs in stainless steel kitchen sinks. Additionally, our specialists are available for a video conference to provide additional assistance if necessary to assist you in making the best decision.

FAQs

1. What gauge is suggested for a kitchen sink made of stainless steel? A kitchen sink made of stainless steel with a gauge of 16 to 18 works very well. These gauges are sufficiently thick to endure intensive usage without being too vulnerable to scratches or vibration, which strikes a reasonable balance between manageability and durability.

2. Can sinks made of stainless steel rust?

Sinks made of stainless steel are very resistant to corrosion. This is because of steel’s nature. On the other hand, rust may occasionally show up on them if they are stored near objects that are high in iron or if they are subjected to harsh chemicals. Rust may be avoided and the sink’s original beauty may be maintained with routine cleaning and upkeep.

3. How can I keep my stainless steel sink free of water stains? It’s important to wipe the sink dry after every usage to avoid wet marks. Spots that do appear can be removed with a vinegar and water solution or a mild cleanser. To lower the mineral content of your water, take a more proactive stance and think about installing a water softening.

4. Which sinks are preferable, shallower or deeper?

- Your sink’s depth should be determined by the things you do in the kitchen and the space you have available. Shallower sinks may be more suitable in areas where under-sink storage is a top concern, but deeper sinks (around 9 to 10 inches) work well for cleaning big pots and pans.

5. How can I decide between a sink with one or two bowls? Depending on your cooking habits, you may choose between a single and a double bowl sink. A second bowl might help if you have to multitask and would rather wash and rinse in different locations. A single large bowl can be more appropriate for your requirements if you frequently handle large dishes or would rather have a larger sink space.

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Various Options to Customize Your Kitchen Sink

The kitchen sink is often considered the centerpiece of the kitchen – it's where we prepare meals, wash dishes, and gather with family and friends. But beyond its practical function, the kitchen sink can also be a design statement that reflects your style and preferences. With a wide range of customization options available, homeowners have the opportunity to create a kitchen sink that is not only functional but also tailored to their unique needs and style preferences. We will explore the various options for personalizing your kitchen sink, from materials and configurations to accessories and finishes.

Materials: One of the first decisions to make when customizing your kitchen sink is the choice of materials. Stainless steel, granite composite, fireclay, and porcelain are among the most popular options. Each material offers its own set of benefits and characteristics, so consider factors such as durability, heat resistance, and ease of maintenance when making your selection. For a sleek and modern look, stainless steel is a popular choice, while granite composite sinks offer a durable and stylish option with a variety of color choices.

Configuration: The configuration of your kitchen sink refers to the number of bowls and their arrangement. Single-bowl sinks provide a spacious basin for washing large pots and pans, while double-bowl sinks offer versatility for multitasking and separating clean and dirty dishes. Options like farmhouse sinks, which have an apron front and a deep basin, or undermount sinks, which are installed beneath the countertop for a seamless appearance, can provide further convenience.

Accessories: Enhance the functionality of your Affordable Kitchen Sink with a range of accessories designed to streamline your workflow and make daily tasks more efficient. From cutting boards and colanders to dish racks and sink grids, there are numerous accessories available to customize your sink to suit your specific needs. Additionally, consider options such as built-in soap dispensers, garbage disposals, and touchless faucets for added convenience and hygiene.

Finishes: The finish of your kitchen sink can have a significant impact on its appearance and durability. Common finishes include brushed stainless steel, polished chrome, satin nickel, and matte black. Choose a finish that complements the overall style of your kitchen and coordinates with other fixtures and hardware for a unified look. Keep in mind that different finishes may require different maintenance routines, so consider factors such as ease of cleaning and resistance to water spots and fingerprints.

Custom Features: For those looking to truly personalize their kitchen sink, custom features offer endless possibilities for creativity and innovation. Consider options such as integrated cutting boards, built-in drainage channels, or custom-designed apron fronts to add a unique touch to your sink. You can also explore options for custom colors, patterns, and textures to create a one-of-a-kind center point of attraction for your kitchen.

Are There Any Trends or Emerging Innovations in Kitchen Sink Customization that Homeowners Should Be Aware Of?

Smart Sinks: With the rise of smart home technology, there's a growing demand for "smart" kitchen sinks that offer advanced features such as touchless operation, integrated sensors for water temperature and flow control, and even Wi-Fi connectivity for remote monitoring and control.

Multi-Functional Accessories: Homeowners are increasingly looking for kitchen sinks that come equipped with built-in accessories and add-ons to enhance functionality and versatility. These may include integrated cutting boards, colanders, drying racks, and composting bins, among others.

Hybrid Materials: Manufacturers are experimenting with new materials and composite blends to create sinks that offer the best of both worlds in terms of durability, design, and performance. For example, there are now sinks made from a combination of stainless steel and granite composite, or ceramic and acrylic materials, offering unique benefits and design possibilities.

So why settle for a standard sink when you can create a truly personalized centerpiece for your kitchen?

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Transform Your Home with Kohler Kitchen Faucet Accessories

The premium line of Kohler kitchen faucet accessories includes beverage faucets, air switches, pot fillers, and soap/lotion dispensers. These accessories can augment the design of your kitchen and streamline your daily tasks, making them a valuable investment for any homeowner seeking to enhance their kitchen’s aesthetic appeal and efficiency.

Beverage Faucets

For those needing to fill up glasses frequently, Kohler beverage faucets offer sophisticated convenience to improve your daily routines. Beverage faucets create a dedicated water dispensing area next to the main sink faucet. These faucets are typically smaller than regular kitchen sink faucets and provide a high flow rate, allowing for quick and efficient filling of glasses and cups.

The Kohler Purist collection is an example of simplicity and elegance combined with a sleek and contemporary design that blends seamlessly with any kitchen decor. The Graze collection is more industrial, with a bold, robust look that adds an industrial edge to your kitchen. On the other hand, the Artifacts collection is ideal for those who appreciate a vintage aesthetic with its classic and timeless design.

All Kohler’s beverage faucets are crafted with superior-quality materials, ensuring durability and longevity. In addition, the beverage faucets are also easy to install and maintain, making them a hassle-free addition to your kitchen.

The available finishes range from Polished Chrome (CP) to vibrant Titanium (TT), embracing different stylistic preferences. Whether you are an aficionado of the classic Matte Black (BL) or seeking the modern charm of Brushed Brass (2MB), Kohler delivers.

Air Switches

Some homeowners can run into challenges when disposing of garbage using traditional methods. Kohler’s air switches make garbage disposal simpler and safer. An air switch is a simple on-off switch that uses air to turn electronics on or off rather than a traditional wired connection. When you push the button on an air switch, air travels along a connected tube and activates the controller of the garbage disposal.

Air switches are also safe, eliminating the need for electrical outlets near your sink and reducing the risk of electrical shock. Moreover, because the switches are air-activated, there is no risk of water getting into the electrical components, which could cause a short circuit.

Kohler kitchen faucet accessories are renowned for being functional and aesthetically appealing, and air switches follow that tradition. The switches come in various finishes that can seamlessly blend with your existing faucets and fixtures, providing a cohesive look to your kitchen.

Pot Fillers

Filling a pot at your stovetop is a small task that can make a big difference. Kohler’s pot fillers simplify this chore and make filling large pots with water more convenient. A pot filler is a wall-mounted faucet above the stovetop, allowing you to fill heavy pots or pans with water without carrying them across the kitchen, which can be tiring and dangerous.

Kohler’s pot fillers come in various designs and finishes, from the sleek and modern Polished Chrome to the luxurious French Gold finish. So you can choose the one that best matches your kitchen décor and style. By installing a pot filler, you can enhance the ergonomic efficiency of your kitchen and add a touch of sophistication to your space.

Soap/Lotion Dispensers

When washing their hands, most people use bars or bottles of soap near their sink faucets, which can add clutter and take up space. A soap or lotion dispenser built into the sink provides the same level of hygiene more conveniently.

Built-in kitchen soap dispensers free up valuable countertop space and are conveniently positioned within arm’s reach of the sink, promoting continuous hand hygiene during food preparation. Using a built-in soap dispenser also reduces the likelihood of soap residue accumulating on sink and faucet handles, making cleaning and maintenance easier. In addition, the convenience of a built-in dispenser can encourage more frequent hand washing, improving hygiene practices.

Kohler offers soap and lotion dispensers in various finishes. Some finishes include Vibrant Stainless, Brushed Moderne Brass, and Brushed Bronze. Whether you have a traditional, transitional, or contemporary design, Kohler has a dispenser that will complement your faucets and add to your chosen aesthetic theme.

Visit Weinstein Collegeville for Kohler Kitchen Faucet Accessories

If you are looking for Kohler kitchen faucet accessories, we invite you to visit our showroom at Weinstein Collegeville. You will be able to see these accessories in person and get a hands-on experience of their quality, functionality, and aesthetics. Our team of experts will be on hand to guide you through your options, answer any questions you have, and help you choose accessories that meet your exact needs.

Blog is originally published at: https://www.betterbath-kitchens.com/transform-your-home-with-kohler-kitchen-faucet-accessories/

It is republished with the permission from the author.

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Clearing a Blocked Toilet Without a Plunger

Introduction

Dealing with a blocked toilet can be a messy and inconvenient problem, especially if you don't have a plunger on hand. However, there are several effective methods for clearing a blocked toilet without the use of a plunger. In this guide, we'll explore these methods and provide step-by-step instructions for tackling toilet blockages with simple household items.

Methods for Clearing a Blocked Toilet Without a Plunger

Here are some practical solutions for clearing a blocked toilet without a plunger: 1. Hot Water and Dish Soap One of the simplest and most effective methods for clearing a blocked toilet is to use a combination of hot water and dish soap. Start by boiling a pot of water on the stove. Once the water reaches a near-boiling temperature, add a generous amount of dish soap to the toilet bowl. Pour the hot water into the toilet bowl from waist height and allow it to sit for several minutes. The combination of heat and soap should help break up the blockage and allow it to flush away. 2. Toilet Brush If you have a toilet brush on hand, you can use it to manually break up the blockage and clear the toilet. Insert the toilet brush into the toilet bowl and use a plunging motion to agitate the blockage and dislodge it from the drain. Be sure to wear gloves and exercise caution to avoid splashing or coming into contact with any waste material. 3. Homemade Drain Snake You can also create a makeshift drain snake using a wire coat hanger or a piece of flexible wire. Straighten out the wire and bend one end into a small hook or loop. Carefully insert the wire into the toilet drain and maneuver it around to dislodge the blockage. Once the blockage has been cleared, flush the toilet to ensure proper drainage.

FAQs

- Can I clear a blocked toilet without a plunger if the blockage is severe? While some methods for clearing a blocked toilet without a plunger may be effective for minor blockages, severe blockages may require professional assistance. If you're unable to clear the blockage using household methods, it's best to contact a plumber to avoid causing further damage to the toilet or plumbing system. - Are there any household items that should not be flushed down the toilet? Yes, certain household items should never be flushed down the toilet, as they can cause blockages and damage to the plumbing system. Examples include paper towels, facial tissues, baby wipes, feminine hygiene products, and cotton swabs. These items should be disposed of in the trash instead of being flushed down the toilet. - What should I do if none of the methods for clearing a blocked toilet without a plunger are effective? If you're unable to clear a blocked toilet using household methods, it's best to contact a plumber for professional assistance. Attempting to force the blockage with excessive force or using harsh chemicals can damage the toilet or plumbing system and lead to costly repairs. - How can I prevent future toilet blockages? To prevent future toilet blockages, avoid flushing non-flushable items down the toilet and ensure that only toilet paper and human waste are disposed of in the toilet. Additionally, consider installing a toilet with a larger flush valve or a pressure-assist mechanism, which can help prevent blockages by providing a more powerful flush. - Can I use chemical drain cleaners to clear a blocked toilet without a plunger? While chemical drain cleaners may be effective for clearing some types of blockages, they can also damage the toilet and plumbing system if used improperly. It's best to avoid using chemical drain cleaners and opt for safer, more environmentally friendly methods such as hot water and dish soap or a homemade drain snake.

Conclusion

Clearing a blocked toilet without a plunger is possible with the right tools and techniques. By following the practical solutions outlined in this guide and consulting the accompanying FAQs, you can effectively tackle toilet blockages and restore proper function to your toilet without the need for a plunger. Learn more from Plumbnerd Read the full article

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A Comprehensive Look at Landscape Supplies Every Gardener Needs

When it comes to creating a picturesque garden that draws oohs and aahs from every passerby, having the right landscape supplies at your disposal can make all the difference.

Whether you're a seasoned gardening pro or just starting with your green journey, this guide is here to help you navigate through the essential Best landscape supplies Christchurch that every gardener needs.

Let's dig right in!

The Foundation: Soil and Mulch

Imagine building a house without a solid foundation – it just wouldn't work. The same principle applies to your garden. Good quality soil is the cornerstone of any successful garden. When selecting soil, make sure it's nutrient-rich and well-draining to provide the best growing environment for your plants.

Mulching is like giving your garden a cosy blanket. It helps retain moisture, suppress weeds, and regulate soil temperature. Organic mulches, such as wood chips or straw, not only provide these benefits but also enrich the soil over time as they break down.

Planting Perfection: Tools and Equipment

Just like a painter needs brushes, a gardener needs the right tools to craft their masterpiece. A sturdy set of gardening tools is essential. Shovels, spades, pruners, and trowels are your best friends in this green adventure. Remember, investing in quality tools now will save you frustration down the road.

To ensure your plants get the right start, consider investing in seed trays, planters, and pots. These containers not only help with organisation but also make transplanting and rearranging a breeze.

Bringing Life: Plants and Seeds

What's a garden without the stars of the show – the plants themselves? Depending on your climate and personal preferences, select plants that thrive in your area. Whether you're aiming for vibrant flowers, lush greenery, or a mix of both, make sure you're choosing healthy specimens.

Seeds are like tiny bundles of potential. They're cost-effective and offer the satisfaction of nurturing a plant from its earliest stages. Keep a variety of seeds in your landscape supplies Christchurch stash, from vegetables to flowers, to add diversity and charm to your garden.

Hardscaping Harmony: Paths and Structures

Landscape design isn't just about plants; it's about creating a harmonious environment. Paths, walkways, and structures like pergolas or trellises add a touch of elegance to your garden. These features not only enhance the visual appeal but also provide functional spaces for you to enjoy your outdoor haven.

Nature's Quench: Watering and Irrigation

Plants, like us, need hydration to thrive. A watering can or a hose with an adjustable nozzle is essential to provide your plants with the right amount of water. Consider installing an irrigation system for larger gardens to ensure consistent hydration without the hassle.

Warding off Weeds: Weed Control Supplies

Weeds are the uninvited guests of your garden party. To keep them at bay, have weed control supplies on hand. Mulch, as mentioned earlier, is a fantastic weed deterrent. Additionally, keep a weeding tool in your arsenal for those stubborn intruders.

The Finishing Touch: Decorative Elements

Once you have the essentials sorted, it's time for the fun part – adding decorative elements. Garden ornaments, decorative rocks, and garden lights can transform your space into a magical oasis. Let your personality shine through these touches, and make your garden an extension of yourself.

A garden is more than just plants in the ground – it's a living work of art that requires careful planning and the right tools. Building up your collection of landscape supplies Christchurch is an ongoing process that evolves as your gardening skills grow. Remember, gardening is a journey, not a destination.

So, roll up your sleeves, get your hands dirty, and let your garden flourish with the help of these essential landscape supplies.

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Tips for eco-friendly living

According to the EPA, the average American generates about 4.4 pounds of trash a day. This totals to about 1,606 pounds of trash per person per year. The majority of this trash consists of packaging materials, food waste, yard waste, and paper products. While it may seem like a daunting task to reduce the amount of waste you produce, even small changes can make a big difference. Here are some tips for living a more eco-friendly lifestyle: Reduce: One of the easiest ways to reduce the amount of waste you produce is to simply use less. For example, try to use reusable items instead of disposable items whenever possible. You can also reduce the amount of packaging you use by bringing your own bags to the store, or buying items in bulk. Reuse: Another way to reduce the amount of waste you produce is to reuse items instead of throwing them away. For example, you can use a reusable water bottle instead of buying bottled water. You can also bring your own coffee mug to the coffee shop instead of using a disposable cup. Recycle: Recycling is one of the best ways to reduce the amount of waste you produce. Most communities have recycling programs that allow you

1. Evaluate your current living situation 2. Determine what areas you can change 3. Invest in eco-friendly products 4. Make a plan to reduce your carbon footprint 5. Educate yourself and others on eco-friendly living

1. Evaluate your current living situation

The first step to making your lifestyle more eco-friendly is to take a step back and analyze your current living situation. How much energy are you using on a daily basis? What is your carbon footprint? Are there areas where you could reduce your consumption? One way to save energy is to install solar panels or wind turbines. If you live in an area with a lot of sun, solar panels can be a great way to save on your energy bill. Solar panels can be used to power your home, and they can also be used to heat water. Solar panels can be expensive to install, but they will eventually pay for themselves. Another way to save energy is to use energy-efficient appliances. These appliances use less energy than traditional appliances, and they can save you money on your energy bill. Energy-efficient appliances are available for everything from refrigerators to light bulbs. You can also reduce your carbon footprint by driving less. If you can carpool, ride a bike, or take public transportation, you will save on fuel costs and help to reduce emissions. You can also make your home more energy-efficient by insulation and sealing Drafty windows and doors. Making small changes in your lifestyle can have a big impact on the environment. Evaluating your current living situation is the first step to making your home more eco-friendly.

2. Determine what areas you can change

Assuming you want tips for living a more eco-friendly life: One way to determine where you can change your habits to be more eco-friendly is to consider your daily routine. When you wake up in the morning, what do you do first? Do you make coffee? brush your teeth? take a shower? Consider each activity and research more environmentally friendly ways to do them. For example, switch to an eco-friendly toothpaste or water your plants with leftover water from your coffee pot. In addition to your daily routine, think about the products you use on a regular basis. Do you have a favourite shampoo or conditioner? laundry detergent? body lotion?See if you can find more natural alternatives for these products. cruelty-free and - biodegradable options abound, and it’s likely that you’ll find an option that works just as well (if not better!) than what you’re using now. Of course, changing your habits is only part of the battle – we also need to be conscientious of the way we vote with our dollars. When you’re at the grocery store, for example, make an effort to purchase items that are locally sourced and/or produced in an environmentally sustainable way. This might mean opting for organic produce or selecting fair trade coffee. little changes can have a big impact, so don’t get discouraged if you can’t make all the changes you want to right away. Just do your best and know that every little bit counts!

3. Invest in eco-friendly products

When it comes to eco-friendly living, one of the best things you can do is invest in eco-friendly products. There are a lot of great eco-friendly products on the market these days, and by investing in them, you’ll be doing your part to help the environment. Some of the best eco-friendly products to invest in include eco-friendly cleaning products, energy-efficient appliances, and green transportation options. Eco-friendly cleaning products are a great way to reduce your impact on the environment. There are all-natural cleaning products available that are just as effective as traditional cleaning products, but without the harmful chemicals. Look for cleaning products that are cruelty-free and made with renewable resources. Energy-efficient appliances are another great eco-friendly option. by investing in energy-efficient appliances, you can save money on your energy bills and help reduce your carbon footprint. Look for appliances that have energy star rating. Green transportation options are another great way to reduce your impact on the environment. There are a lot of great green transportation options available these days, from electric cars to bicycles. If you can, try to use green transportation options as much as possible. Investing in eco-friendly products is a great way to help the environment and reduce your impact on the planet. There are a lot of great eco-friendly products available, so take some time to research and find the best products for you and your family.

4. Make a plan to reduce your carbon footprint

Most people are now aware of the devastation that climate change is wreaking on our planet. We see the effects of it all around us – in the news, in our communities, and even in our own backyards. You may be thinking, “What can I do to help? I’m just one person.” But the good news is that even small changes can make a big difference when it comes to reducing your carbon footprint. Here are a few tips to get you started: 1. Drive less. Whenever possible, walk, bike, or take public transit instead of driving. You’ll not only reduce your carbon emissions, but you’ll also get some exercise in the process! 2. Recycle and compost. Make sure you’re recycling everything you can, and composting organic waste. This keeps valuable resources out of landfills, where they produce methane – a powerful greenhouse gas. 3. Save energy at home. Turn off lights when you leave a room, unplug electronics when they’re not in use, and invest in energy-efficient appliances. A little bit of effort goes a long way towards saving energy – and money. 4. Make a plan to reduce your carbon footprint. Before you make any changes, it’s important to sit down and figure out where you’re starting from. Calculate your current carbon footprint using one of the many online tools available. Once you know your starting point, you can set some goals and make a plan for reducing your emissions. 5. Get involved. Talk to your friends and family about climate change and what you’re doing to reduce your carbon footprint. The more people who are aware of the issue and taking action, the better! You can also get involved in your community by attending public meetings, writing letters to elected officials, or lending your voice to local or national campaigns. Making even small changes in your daily life can add up to a big difference for the planet. So get started today and do your part to fight climate change!

5. Educate yourself and others on eco-friendly living

There are a number of things we can do to live more eco-friendly lives, but one of the most important is to educate ourselves and others about living eco-friendly. By learning about the impact our choices have on the environment, we can make more informed decisions that will help to protect our planet. One way to learn about eco-friendly living is to read about it. Books, articles, and websites are all great sources of information on the topic. You can also talk to friends and family members who are already living eco-friendly lives, and ask them for tips. Another great way to learn about eco-friendly living is to attend workshops and seminars. There are often these kinds of events happening in your community, and they can be a great way to meet like-minded people and learn about this lifestyle. Of course, you don’t have to wait for an event to start living eco-friendly. There are many things you can do right now to start making a difference. For example, you can start recycling at home, or composting your food scraps. You can also start using eco-friendly products, such as reusable shopping bags and water bottles. Perhaps the most important thing you can do to live an eco-friendly life is to educate yourself and others about it. By sharing what you’ve learned with those around you, you can help to make a difference in the world.

There are many ways to live an eco-friendly lifestyle, but it can be difficult to know where to start. The most important thing is to be aware of the impact your lifestyle has on the environment and to make small changes that will collectively have a big impact. Here are some tips to get you started on your eco-friendly journey: • Reduce your energy consumption – turn off lights when you leave a room, use energy-efficient appliances and light bulbs, and considering solar power for your home. • Cut down on water waste – install water-saving showerheads and toilets, and water your plants during the cooler hours of the day. • Recycle and compost – recycle items whenever possible and compost organic waste to create fertilizer for your garden. • Choose eco-friendly products – look for items made from recycled materials, organic cotton, and other sustainable materials. • Be a conscientious consumer – don’t buy what you don’t need, repair items instead of replacing them, and support businesses that are environmentally responsible. Making small changes in your lifestyle can make a big difference for the environment. By being mindful of your impact and taking steps to reduce your ecological footprint,

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constraints. {vamp!leona x reader}

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characters: leona

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Pat. Pat. Pat.

Leona’s tail rhythmically smacked against the backrest of your couch, the only sound coming from your small living room. He lounged over the entire couch on his stomach and rested his arms on one of the arm rest, peering at you over them as you shuffled around your kitchen. The pots occasionally smacked against each other or clanged when you set them on the stove too harshly, each sound making his ears twitch. He could already smell the beginnings of what you were making, and though he didn’t feel the need to eat, he had to admit it smelled…passable, as far as human food went. He was even considering humoring you and trying a few bites when you inevitably offered the portion you made explicitly for him.

From the corner of your eye, you caught his gaze and smiled mischievously. Leona kept his face impassive, but his tail thwacked against the couch a little more forcefully than before as he wondered what you were up to. He watched you rummage around for a moment before holding up a singular clove of garlic. Leona narrowed his eyes, stilling in a way that told you he would pounce if you intended to take your teasing any further. Instead, you huffed out a laugh and turned back to the oven, garlic back where you had gotten it from.

“One of these days, I’ll do it. Teach you to freeload and invite yourself into my house all the time,” You commented, mostly to yourself. Leona only sighed in response, deciding to dispose of the garlic once you were asleep as the comfortable silence resumed.

As did his tail thumping.

Pat. Pat. Pat.

Leona didn’t get it. He should be perfectly content with things the way they were. Your home was warm, comfortable, and you let him stay in it. The heavy curtains he bought specifically for himself hung in their places, placed there with little fuss from you. In fact, you complimented him for his choice, saying they matched the colors of your living room nicely. (As if he wouldn’t know what you might like. Psh.) You let him feed off of you basically whenever he wanted, and your blood tasted nice, too. When he ruined one of your shirts, staining it deep crimson, you barely huffed in annoyance (even before you got used to him presenting you with a new one sooner or later.) Things never stay good forever, but things seemed to be staying good with you.

Because you were a pack animal, raised in a world that both praised and punished altruism.

Because you were the furthest thing from a Savanaclaw vampire.

Because you were human.

Pat. Pat. Thump!

Leona winced at his own obvious irritation. You didn’t seem to notice, but then again, you held more information than you let on. Begrudgingly, Leona lifted himself off your couch and stalked to you wordlessly. He stepped closer than you were expecting, close enough that you brushed against him every time you inhaled. His arm reached across your back, hand resting on your waist, while he bent down and dug his chin into your shoulder, stopping just before it started to hurt. You hummed, doing your best not to elbow him as you worked.

"What's this about?" You asked, distracted.

Leona froze, considering for a split second before relaxing once more. His words came out in a low growl as he lifted his chin and instead began to gently nuzzle his head against your cheek. "...hungry."

It was close enough. There was an emptiness swirling inside him, lingering and voracious in the void where his soul should be. He couldn't satisfy it with food or blood, and attempts only made it seem to grow larger. Leona was struck between an impossible yearning and uninhibited greed, the desire to take and take and take everything you were against the horrible softness he felt towards you. Leona knew that if he turned you now, he might not mind what you'd become but he'd miss what you were terribly; yet the thought that you night be more fleeting than he thought - that nothing good ever stays - fills him with a different, insufferable longing.

But he'd never tell you that. It's the one thing you may never know.

"I'll be done cooking here shortly," You teased instead. Leona huffed, breath puffing against your neck and making you flinch.

"I'm not eating your human food," He said, pulling the sleeve of your shirt down. A few threads popped audibly, and you almost swatted him away - but he already sunk his teeth in, and a sudden warmth clouded your brain and flooded your bloodstream before the pain could truly settle in. 

Leona had to be careful. With how badly he wanted you, any distraction could easily mean him losing control of his magic and you being turned tonight. He didn't want that, not yet. Your blood tasted too good (he'd miss your warmth). It'd be annoying to have to watch over you as a fledgling (he doesn't want to watch your face twist with all-too familiar vitriol). 

So he settled for having you lean against him while he took his modest fill, occasionally drawing his tongue over your wound carefully, to soothe you. With a feather-light kiss to your wound, so gentle you probably didn't even feel it as his venom released its hold on you, Leona made a silent promise to come back for you once he figured himself out.

He wasn't letting you slip through his fingers like everything else.

[dontfeeltoohot]

Would honestly love a continuation of your first fic where they actually go out on a date/beginning of the relationship. Or if you’re going for something shorter I think a sick or allergic Steve would be precious. Just Eddie bringing in patients every few hours and he always comes up from the cafeteria with a cup of tea, a snack, or maybe some antihistamines for his bb

i have a LOT of sick nurse Steve requests, so here's something to hold you over!

XXX

Not entirely sure how Robin's roped him into night shift with her and Nancy for overtime; taking a whole day off away from him, Steve trudges into the ED freezing and exhausted. December in Hawkins has brought ice and slush and eventual snow, and, along with it, a pretty nasty strain of the flu. Even with the flu shot every year, the nurse still manages to catch it without fail sometime between November and January.

Navy scrubs on and a long sleeve grey thermal underneath, he heads to the nurses lounge, trailing his best friend. Steve's ninety percent sure he's got a fever, his body is aching, his throat's sore and he thinks if he closes his eyes for more than ten seconds he'll be out for the rest of the night. Rubbing his face as he dumps his bag into the assigned locker he's got, Steve goes to the coffee pot and grabs a disposable cup, pouring some into it and pouring creamer after. Fuck he's tired even just doing such a simple task.

"You sure you'll be ok tonight?" Robin looks at him with a furrowed brow.

He's aware he looks just as bad as he feels. His complexion is pale, his cheeks are slowly getting more and more red. That, combined with slightly dull eyes and an overall air of sickness, there's not really any way to deny he's sick.

"I'll be fine, Robin, just...hopefully it'll be a good night." The word 'quiet' is on the tip of his tongue but he refrains- anyone in the medical world knows not to say 'quiet' because all it will do is jinx the situation and make it forty times worse. Steve sighs and rubs his face, taking a sip of the coffee, wincing as it hurts his throat.

An hour into their 7pm-7am shift, Steve gets a silver lining through all the crap he's dealing with- Eddie Munson.

The paramedic walks in with his partner, both handling the stretcher, Chrissy at the head and Eddie at the foot. The teenager lying on his side seems to be in a great amount of pain. Steve's first instinct is to get up for intake but remembers Robin had volunteered earlier so he could mostly sit unless absolutely needed aside from rounds. He watches the long haired man pat the patients arm and then start walking towards him, Chrissy moving the stretcher into room 3.

"Well well, didn't expect to see my two favorite nurses here tonight," Eddie beams, and it makes Steve feel like of like a bowl of jello...or maybe that's because he's sick.

"Yeah, we took some overtime," Steve explains, wincing at how raspy his voice sounds.

Eddie must hear it too, because suddenly his bright smile falls, and his big brown doe eyes look Steve up and down.

"You sick, Harrington?"

"Uhh, just a little," the twenty six year old mumbles, feeling suddenly self-conscious. Sometimes he forgets Eddie and Chrissy work full twenty four hour shifts- hell, sometimes Eddie will do a 36 hour just to get overtime.

"A little?" Robin snorts, rolling her eyes when she walks back over, signing things on the iPad Chrissy is holding out. "Try a lot, Steve. You kind of look like a zombie."

"Hey! I do-"

"A very cute, nurse zombie," Eddie butts in, laughing. His aw furls fall into his face and he brushes them away lazily. "But seriously man, you look pretty sick. Take it easy tonight."

The way Eddie's voice drops a little quieter than usual makes Steve's heart clench. God he's got the stupidest crush on Eddie and he's never going to have a chance, not when Chrissy is right there, and they're both so beautiful. No, Eddie and Chrissy are obviously a thing, and it sucks. Brain hazy with fever, he looks between the two and huffs, coughing into his arm.

"We'll see you later," Chrissy informs, when Eddie's radio crackles to life again.

Around 11:30 PM, as Steve is finishing up making his rounds to check on the seven patient's they've currently got, an outstretched arm stops him. The arm in question has numerous random tattoo's all over it- Steve spots a few flowers, a jack'o'lantern, a heart with a dagger. Looking up finally, he's face to face with Eddie, who looks concerned. A hand goes to Steve's forehead.

"You weren't kidding princess, you should have called out, definitely have a fever."

Steve continues just to look up, eyes wide as he stares at Eddie unashamedly.

"Earth to Steve?"

Blinking, the nurse clears his throat and rubs his face.

"Sorry, I uh...zoned out." The hand on his forehead was nice, but Eddie's already dropped it now, looking far too worried for his own good.

"Yeah, seems like it. How're you feeling?"

"Like shit," Steve admits, knowing he can't pass it off anymore. Eddie looks genuinely concerned, and for once, the other doesn't feel like a burden.

"Alright killer, how about you ask the RN if you can take a ten minute break? I'll get you some tea from the cafeteria and maybe a muffin....you probably need some sugar."

"Tea sounds kind of nice," Steve admits, shivering. His cheeks feel too warm when he rubs his face.

"Alright, go at least sit down, I'll be back in five."

[kitchenscene]

sick + kitchen bc i'm sick in the kitchen <3

combining with "sick + eddie's house" from @cm1031sr

[ao3 link]

Eddie wakes up sweating. The thermostat reads 68 degrees but he wakes up sweating. The alarm on his phone rings and rings and rings, and echoes in his pounding skull long after he shuts off the sound. He’s completely uncovered, the sheets thrown off the bed some time in the night, but he still wakes up sweating.

There’s two options. Two non-options since, although he has a choice, he doesn’t really have a choice. He could shove his face into the pillow and sleep for another three, four, five hours, ignore his life outside these four walls, and wake up to a colder world that doesn’t leave his head throbbing. But it’s five-thirty a.m. on a Friday, Chris needs breakfast and a packed lunch and a ride to school, there’s a terrifying stack of dishes in his sink, and dangerously low stock of groceries. He opts for option two, despite his best wishes.

He slips on a t-shirt and jeans and drags himself into the bathroom. He should’ve showered first, but it’s too late now. The lights are too bright and the counter is too cluttered and there’s some stranger in the mirror, looking too tired and too pale. Eddie brushes some stranger's teeth and pretends to be alright.

“Good morning,” Christopher calls as he walks into the kitchen.

“Good morning,” he replies, and pretends to believe it. There’s a sink full of dishes. He decides it can wait.

Sandwiches and lunch boxes, peanut butter toast and packed bags, Eddie follows a routine, albeit, slower than usual. If Chris notices his silence, his tired eyes or heavy head, he says nothing and eats his breakfast instead. The morning passes in a blur and it’s nearly seven-thirty. He has to leave, but there’s still dishes to do.

They’re in the car, and then they’re not. Chris is staring out the windows of the backseat, then he’s not. Eddie kisses him on the forehead, or maybe hugs him or waves goodbye, but Chris is at school and he’s in the car and there’s still dishes to do at home. The A.C. shrieks from his dashboard and he’s shivering, but he’s sweating, and his skull is still pounding and there’s still dishes to do at home.

A car honks at him on his way back, and the sound refuses to leave his head. It’s loud and it thumps, harder, harder. He switches from cold to heat and turns on the seat warmers. He’s shivering and sweating and he still needs to go shopping.

The key gets stuck in the door. He shakes until it finally turns.

There’s a mess of blankets on the couch, evidence of a movie night gone too late. The blinds remain shut and the plants sag by the window, but he couldn’t bring them to life if he tried. Eddie moves to the kitchen and is faced by the morning, by the open cabinets and empty pantry and pile of dirty dishes.

One at a time. He takes it one at a time.

Big dishes soak. Cutlery sorts randomly into the dishwasher. Mugs of yesterday's cocoa form rows on the top rack, dripping through to the bottom.

Scrub, rinse, carry on.

It’s beyond him how two, three people could fill the sink so easily. Plates fill the bottom rack. Bowls stack, unevenly, alongside them. The knives stay in the sink to be washed by hand.

Scrub, rinse, carry on.

He finds a spoon stuck underneath a pot. He finds chopsticks slipping down the drain. Somehow there’s still another mug in the sink.

Scrub, rinse, carry on.

The garbage disposal hisses, and he nearly lets it out down the drain. The pots need to soak and he needs groceries, so that’s exactly what he does.

Despite his behavior, Eddie is a medic, and he knows he must be sick. Fever, headache, cold sweat. A bit of nausea too, but he decides to ignore it. His pantry is still empty and he has a kid to feed. Irresponsible, yes, but there’s no other option.

He finds his way back to the driver's seat, empty grocery bags piled in the passenger’s seat. The sun is bright against his windshield, he can barely see. It’s silent as he drives, it’s for the best. He rolls down the window but no, he refuses to vomit out of it.

The truck rolls to a stop in the parking lot. His phone vibrates in the cupholder.

Buck (10:32am): are you still coming over for lunch?

It shouldn’t be a loaded question, but it is. The truth comes with explanations, but there’s no lying to Buck.

The text goes unopened, he saves the hassle for later. For now, there’s groceries to buy.

He’s grown accustomed to shopping with Buck, who will gladly join him for any and all chores and errands. Even when it’s his groceries, Buck is more organized than him with his checklists and simple patterns, though there’s always a few extra items thrown on top of the cart as they pass through the aisles. There’s jokes and exasperation and Buck, without fail, will always stand on the back of the cart to roll down the cereal aisle when no one's watching.

Eddie tries to follow the same pattern, but it’s duller than usual and the fluorescent lights burn when he turns his head to the top shelf.

If it were Chris who was sick, he would file through the pharmacy in search of cherry cough syrup, the only flavor he can stomach. There’d be a cart full of tissues and soup cans and anything that could ease the pain, even just a bit.

If it were Buck, he would let himself in his apartment and shove him into the shower. He’d wash the sheets and make him lunch and resist the urge to leave a kiss on his forehead, a little sweaty but still sweet.

Eddie bypasses the pharmacy and makes the bold assumption that there’s some sort of medicine at home.

Checkout goes by quietly, he leaves non-responses to the cashier’s small talk and only feels a little guilty about it. He does smile as he leaves though, but remembers too late he’s wearing a mask.

He’s in the car, and then he’s not. He’s shaking and struggling with each breath, but still, he refuses to vomit out the window.

Deep breath in, he takes two handfuls of groceries and adds soreness to his growing list of symptoms. Soreness and nausea and an ever-worsening headache. Deep breath out, he struggles to unlock the door, to turn the handle and key.

It takes several trips to get everything inside, several more than he’d usually take.

His phone vibrates in his pocket. Buck sends another message.

Buck (11:49am): should i take your silence as a no?

Three dots appear and disappear as he opens the message. Yes, he considers, no. It’s confusing, too much to handle for now. Eddie can’t handle truths, but he can handle groceries. He leaves the phone on the counter.

He should stop. He should rummage through some medicine cabinets and lay down and maybe drink a cup of that tea Buck always leaves in the kitchen. He bought an infrared thermometer a few months back, the touchless, forehead ones, but he can’t remember what drawer he left it in and the counter is covered in the reusable grocery bags Buck left behind and never claimed and he did the dishes, he knows he did the dishes, but somehow there’s still dishes in the sink.

He should rest. Eddie unpacks the groceries instead. He can never brew the tea quite right, anyway. Burnt leaves, oversteeped, cold before he can finish his cup. A simple task, and he still can’t get it right.

It’s inevitable, the way he breaks. He wants to laugh because really, it’s hilarious how a sniper blew clean through his shoulder, but a headache and a cold sweat is the thing that breaks him.

Eddie got shot, spent hours, days, weeks bouncing between hospitals, doctors, and physical therapists. He recovered, well enough at least, and came back to work. One panic fed into another and suddenly he was single. Soon after, so was Buck, and they like to pretend it means nothing when surely it means something. Bad days and bad calls, headaches and heartaches, nightmares and pointless daydreams of love and a kinder life.

All the suffering and this is what breaks him: a fever, a pile of groceries, and a sink full of dirty dishes.

His phone vibrates on the counter.

Buck (12:24pm): are you okay?

There’s no good answer. The time difference catches him, the time spent thinking and slowly shifting between the cabinets and the bags on the counter. Eddie knows the truth, but doesn’t know what to say. There’s still so many bags. There’s still dishes in the sink. It’s a mess, it’s all a mess.

Eddie starts to type out a response: I’m fine, I’ll be over soon.

He deletes the message.

I’m fine, but I think I have to cancel.

He deletes the message.

I’m fine.

Three dots flash, then disappear. He deletes the message.

I can’t make it. Sorry.

He barely finishes typing the last word.

I don’t know what’s wrong with me.

He lies, deletes the message.

I’m trying to get better, but I still see my blood on your hands.

He deletes the message.

I’ll be fine.

He deletes the message. Three dots flash on the left side of the screen.

He tries one more time, nearly pleading: Help.

The phone falls to the floor before he can press send. It’s easy then, to fall along with it. Eddie’s knees hit the floor with a thud, and he’s bent over the trash can, gagging and choking and trying to forget the taste of this morning’s breakfast. The plastic bin shakes as he grips the edge, strong enough to leave his knuckles white and press marks along his palms. His hands are numb and he nearly slips off the edge.

It’s pathetic, really, the way he collapses and spits into the bin. It’s even more pathetic, how he wishes he weren’t alone.

And worse than that, when that bullet tore through his shoulder and left a pool of himself on the pavement, Eddie didn’t cry. He passed out in his best friend’s arms and woke up under a doctor’s care.

When he broke up with his girlfriend in this very kitchen, by the sink, against the fridge, Eddie didn’t cry. They both said goodbye and soon, he forgot they were ever together.

Through and through, he never cried, can’t remember the last time he did. He’s hurling his guts into a plastic bag. A few stray tears fall with it. It’s pathetic. It’s all pathetic. But at least when he was bleeding out, he wasn’t bleeding alone.

His phone vibrates again on the kitchen floor, just out of reach. The vibration continues, either a phone call or a series of texts. The sound resonates through his legs, bent to the side and all sorts of wobbly.

All he wants is to answer the phone, or at the very least, shut off the sound. The shaking doesn’t make him cry, but the combination of the shaking and gagging and dirty dishes is what breaks him.

Footsteps shuffle behind him, but there’s no way he can turn. His forehead stays pressed against the plastic bag, sweat building on his hairline, skin paling by the minute.

“Eddie?” he hears, and then there’s a hand on his back, on his shoulder, pressing soft circles into his skin. Eddie breaks, yet again, at the touch. Choking turns to gasping, and then he’s collapsing sideways into the same arms that carried him off that street.

Buck shifts his arms, gentle hands pressed flat against his back, hugging him close. It’s the only thing keeping him upright, and even then, he can’t help but drop his forehead against his shoulder, hiding his face in the hoodie.

“I got you,” he murmurs, hands tracing up and down his back. There’s still vomit in his mouth and tears in his eyes, but right here, there’s safety. Eddie fists his hands in the back of Buck’s sweatshirt, scared of holding too tight, but terrified of letting go. Buck continues his reassurances, always knowing how to set him at ease. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Years pass before he leans back, or maybe just twenty minutes. There’s too much fog in his head to really tell the difference. Buck traces a hand from his back, over his shoulder, over the scar, up to his forehead. His brows furrow in concern as he checks Eddie’s temperature.

“Do you have a fever?” He asks, voice soft and a little raspy.

“I don’t know.”

“Headache? Cold sweat?” Buck reads through a laundry list of symptoms. “Or a sore throat? Stuffy nose?”

“Some of those,” he mumbles, closing his eyes, biting back the returning wave of nausea.

“Have you taken any meds?”

Eddie shuts his eyes impossibly tighter, falling forward into his chest. “No.”

He can feel the breathy laugh rise from Buck, something between exasperation and disbelief. “For someone who takes care of people for a living, you’re pretty awful at taking care of yourself.”

“I’m fine,” he lies, barely audible. The words struggle against his throat, and he knows Buck can hear the rasp in his voice.

“No, you’re not,” Buck shakes his head, gently pushing Eddie up to look him in the eyes. They’re red and they burn with brightness and tears. “You don’t have to be.”

Eddie shakes his head too, sees stars in his blurring vision, but Buck holds him steady, he always does. There’s a trash can full of vomit, a counter covered in melting groceries, and dishes in the sink. The thought of standing, leaving this tile floor, leaving Buck’s reassuring hands makes him sick all over again.

“No, I’m not,” he admits, choking on his words and the cracks in his voice. Eddie collapses once more. It’s become a regular occurrence, for Buck to catch him the way he does, strong arms and steady hands. There’s bile in his mouth and tear stains on Buck’s hoodie, but he doesn’t seem to mind, still whispering soft assurances into his ear.

“I’m sorry,” Eddie breathes out.

“For what?”

He almost laughs. What is there not to be sorry for? He shakes his head instead, still hidden in the cotton hoodie. “I don’t know.”

And he can feel it, he can feel the twitch of Buck’s face, the gentle smile. He moves a hand to the back of his head, brushing the hair at the back of his neck. “Well, let me know when you figure it out so I can say something like, ‘you have nothing to apologize for,’ and you can go on and say, ‘I’m such a mess,’ or something, and I can tell you, ‘you’re my favorite mess’.” Buck lets out a breath. “Or something like that.”

Eddie looks up so he can see Buck, not just feel, but see him. Maybe it’s just the light, or maybe there’s tears in his eyes too. There’s definitely some worry, and just a bit of fondness. Maybe it’s the fever, or maybe it’s the truth, either way he speaks his mind.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Buck’s breath hitches before a smile graces his face. “You’ll never have to find out.”

And God, it’s unfair how Buck is so effortlessly kind even while he’s throwing up his guts in the trash, and it’s unfair how he can wipe away every last tear and promise him it’ll all be alright, and it’s unfair how he wants to kiss his best friend while his mouth still tastes like bile and acid.

Buck kneels before him, beautiful and warm, and Eddie wants him, wants it all, even when he’s sweating through his shirt.

“I need to put away the groceries,” he says, strained and tired.

“I know.”

“And there’s still dishes.”

“I know.”

“And that tea in the cabinet is only good when you make it,” he admits. Eddie lets out something between a sigh and a laugh. “And I’m such a mess, and I hate that you knew I would say that.”

Eddie’s still holding his sweatshirt, hands somewhere around his waist. His fists are tight, returning to their white knuckle grip. But Buck holds him softly, a light weight against his cheek, thumb pressing away any stray tears that dare to grace his cheekbone.

“You’re my favorite mess,” he says, as promised. Buck’s good at wiping his tears and giving hugs and reaching the top shelves, but he’s even better at keeping promises. “I’ll make that tea everyday for the rest of your life. If you wanted.”

“I don’t even like tea.”

Buck nods. “I know.”

Eddie nods too. No one knows him like Buck. There’s so much he wants, but so much he can’t do. He’s stuck on the floor, still shaky, still sweaty and tired, but he’s not alone. No, he never has been.

“I would kiss you, but I don’t want to get you sick,” he says, and this time he really can blame the honesty on the fever. “And there’s still some vomit in my mouth.”

Buck laughs and presses a soft kiss into Eddie’s hair, letting his lips linger across his scalp. “I’ll be right here when you’re ready,” he assures, his voice echoing softly against his still-throbbing head. For once, Eddie believes him, that it’ll all be alright.

For now, Buck brews a cup of tea and leads him to the couch. He cards his hands through Eddie’s hair until he falls asleep, and he truly believes it’ll all be alright.

all word + place prompt fills can be found here (ao3) and here (tumblr)

[cowboy-turtle]

Handyman

Part 7 of the La Parca series

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!Reader

Words: 4k

Tags: Smut: unprotected piv, orgasm denial/edging, (blink and you miss it) choking; blood mention; sweaty, pink shirt Javi (!!!)

A/N: This is...straight out of a porno lol, enjoy!

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“Those cheap fuckers didn’t stay to install it?” Javier huffs over the phone. “The embassy’ll do anything to save a few bucks.”

His gravelly voice rasped his displeasure against your ear enjoyably, especially when he had whispered You like it? in regards to his gift just moments before.

You’d called Javier to thank him after stumbling into it that morning, your bleary eyes not alerting you of your new roommate in the early hour of your alarm clock. The large box takes up a majority of floor space in your bedroom, dumped there carelessly by the two delivery men after you signed your name on the dotted line.

Even with your stubbed toes, your heart somersaulted from where you could see the edge of the cardboard corner peeking out from down the hall, curling the phone cord in your fingers.

“Well, I’d like it better if it was installed into my window,” you laughed, “but yes, I love it.”

That had been yesterday, the call ending with Javier’s promise to come over later this afternoon to help you unbox the new air conditioner and secure it into the window. He’d seemed tired, unable to drive you to campus lately because of his work. His voice grew scratchy and deep from lack of sleep, one of your tips having led to a promising address and after-hours surveillance was quickly turning into back-to-back all-nighters. But it’s nothing a little coffee can’t fix, he had said, and you feel slightly selfish in your excitement to see him again.

But his offer to help could not have come at a better time, the weatherman on your television announcing it’ll reach triple digits today while you sip your morning coffee, a late heat wave that’s crawled it’s way into September with a vengeance. You’re thankful you can at least spend some of it inside the office of the professor you’re assisting, grading pop quizzes in the freezing temperature she keeps on her thermostat.

You’re deep in thought, reading out an answer for her opinion while you tap the business end of a red correction pen against your lip, not noticing the scarlet splotch blooming in its wake until Anita stops you with a laugh. She announces a break, handing you a paper cup of the lukewarm sludge that’s been idling all morning in the old coffee pot sputtering beneath piles of essays.

“Have you given any more thought to the position?” she asks.

You hum around the disposable rim of your drink. “We’d have to go to America next year?”

“Just over the summer on a research fellowship. Their government is paying for it as some display of unity against the war on drugs, and how it’s impacting the children of Colombia.” she sighs then, shaking her head. “As if we need their support helping our own people.”

“So they’re basically going to parade us around, is what you’re saying?”

She shoots over a look, but can’t stop the conceding smile she gives you. “It’ll look good on your resume, okay? And you’re one of my best students, I’m not asking just anyone.”

You brush away the compliment with a quick shuffle to count the remaining quizzes to grade. “And I’d have to learn English?”

“Yes, if you don’t know it already.”

You smile to yourself. “I know some words, but I have an idea on who can teach me.”

The idea in question had beat you back to your apartment after class was dismissed, hiding in the shade of the faded candy-cane striped awning of the corner store, heat shimmering off the asphalt between you encasing him like a mirage. The pink shirt he has half-tucked into dark jeans is already sticking to him, darkened with sweat in the peaks and grooves of his body. His hair looks damp around the edges as you approach and you already want to feel it through your fingers.

“Someone ring for a handyman?” he calls to you as you cross the street, smirk adorning his face.

His hand reaches out when you’re near and gently cups your face, humid palm on your cheek and thumb rubbing against the corner of your lip as concern draws his expression inward.

“Is that blood?”

“What?” you turn to the storefront window to squint at your reflection and laugh. “Oh, no, it’s just some red ink.” You wet a thumbpad and press it against the offending stain to no avail as Javier relaxes beside you.

You feel the faint trickle of cool air escaping the open doorway of the bodega and consider convincing Mrs. Martinez to let you hide out in the freezer. Anything to avoid the stifling heat that’s been collecting in your apartment all day, but Javi is already taking your hand to lead you upstairs.

It’s like the weather has sucked all of the enjoyable air out of your place the second you step in, suffocating humidity using it as a safehouse until the moment you step inside, blasting your face with heat. Javier grunts unhappily behind you as he makes his way to your bedroom while you detour to the kitchen, pulling out the small toolbox underneath the sink.

You watch as he slices through the tape adorning the package, bubble wrap and cling film soon decorating your bed and the remaining real estate of your floor. The curves of his arms flex when he hauls the old unit out your window, the sounds of outside traffic rushing in through the open crevice it leaves behind. He wipes a palm across his forehead, silver watch glinting in the harsh afternoon sunlight and dripping hair sticking to the corners of his temple. He looks over to you then.

“Help me with this?”

You assist hoisting the new appliance onto the windowsill stained with the dusty outline of its old predecessor, its shiny plastic exterior contrasting the aged wood framing. Javier smiles down at you when you make a pleased sound at the perfect fit. You look up at him and don’t know if it’s the heat heightening your senses or driving you delirious, but you never thought sweat could make a man look more attractive, the sheen of it highlighting the dips and curves of his neck to his exposed chest. You’re leaning towards him before you realize it, head dipping to brush your lips against his throat and you hear his breath change when you run your tongue against him to lick up.

The air conditioner teeters between you and he lurches to grab it, chuckling when you scramble to hold onto your side too.

“Let me take care of this first, cariño,” he promises, “then I’m all yours.”

He leans to plant a chaste kiss as a placation to your lips and you hum against him, reluctantly pulling yourself away and up to your feet when he turns his attention back to the task at hand.

You try to stay out of his way while you hear him mumbling through the instructions, busying yourself around the apartment to the sounds of tightening screws and ruffling pages. You’re pouring yourself a glass of water when something clangs to the floor in your bedroom, a quick Fuck! punctuating the action. The drink in hand suddenly turns into Javier’s, your hand digging into your ice tray to plunk in a few cubes in hopes of easing his annoyance with something refreshing.

Your request to take a break dies on your lips when you reenter, the mesmerizing stretch and pull of his shoulders underneath the soaked fabric of his shirt rooting you in place. You start to have other ideas of how to relieve his tension, watching him from the doorway as he leans back on his haunches, eyes squinting at the instruction manual as sweat glistens on his neck. He wipes a hand across his damp mustache (not much unlike the motion he does after certain other activities, your brain and other body parts respond) and turns to you when you let out a tiny sigh.

“Can I help you?” he asks, eyeing the dripping water glass in your hand.

“Mmm, I don’t know,” your low voice husks at him, winking. “Can you help me?”

He shoots you a disgruntled look. “Don’t distract me,” he instructs.

Instead you dramatize a simper into the doorway, throwing the back of your hand against your forehead.

“Oh, strong handyman,” you drawl, “but I’m just a lonely housewife. Won’t you keep me company?”

The sweaty grouch of a man doesn’t play along, only grunting out “Yeah? Do you want the a/c or not?”

You bite back a laugh at his grumpiness and double down on your performance, much to his chagrin.

“Oh!” you exclaim, clutching your chest as he eyes you warily. “But I have no money! Handyman, how ever will I pay you?”

He doesn’t grace you with a response, turning back to the manual instead. You pout, searching for another approach, something that’ll grab his attention. The cool glass of water slides against your palm as you dip your fingers in to retrieve an ice cube.

“Do you take other forms of payment?” you ask suggestively. He huffs at that, fighting back a smile that refuses to face you.

“You think you’re hot shit, don’t you?”

“Well, I am hot. So. Hot.” You hold the ice cube to your lips, puckering around it to offer a soft sucking sound. He turns to you then, whatever biting remark he had dying on his lips when he sees the way your tongue darts out to lick against the quickly melting ice. It runs down your fingers, a rogue trickle escaping the plush of your lip to dribble down your chin, dripping onto your chest.

“Don’t you want to cool off with me?” The slippery ice rolls around your fingers as you draw it down past your mouth, tracing a melting path to your cleavage. Javier sucks his bottom lip between his teeth, watching its descent with heated interest in his dark eyes.

“Cariño,” he warns, “I’m almost done, I promise.”

You step forward to set the glass of water down at your nightstand, the last remnants of your ice running down your arm as you peel off your sweat-drenched shirt to his tense-jawed observation, your bra slipping down your shoulders not soon after. You level him with a challenging gaze.

“Then we’ll just have to see who finishes first.”

He vaults over the bed before you have time to dodge his grasp, your laugh turning into a squeal when he tosses you backwards onto the sheets with ease, bubble wrap popping and sticking to your slick back. The mattress bounces then dips as he plants his knees on either side, hovering over you.

“Javi!” you gasp around a disbelieving laugh, “but the a/c!”

“I guess that can fucking wait,” he growls, “it seems like someone needs to learn a lesson about patience.”

He dips down, tongue searching for any hint of coolness left behind on the trail you’ve made, but it’s already merged into the sweat glistening across your chest. He voices his discontent with a bite against your neck, sucking skin between his teeth hard enough to make you arch into him with a moan.

The dampness of Javier’s calloused hand slides against your breast, his hot mouth consuming the peak of it but the overwhelming sear of his flicking tongue on your fevered skin only makes you whine.

He gets an idea then, reaching towards your nightstand. His fingers dip into the cool glass of water sweating away, dripping onto your mattress as he pulls out an ice cube. You gasp as he runs it up the center of your torso, goosebumps shivering down your arms that grasp his shoulders when he circles it around a nipple. He scowls at you, free hand knocking your wrists away and planting them above your head. You grip the clammy sheets instead, bucking up into his touch when he presses the ice down onto the sensitive, pebbling bud.

His tongue follows the path carved by the melting ice up to where he’s swirling it now, replacing the cold bite of it with the plush warmth of his tongue and you let out a desperate sound, the contrasting sensations tingling straight down to your cunt.

“J-Javi…” you breathe, his teeth grazing against your nipple while his fingers circle the quickly dissolving cube against the other one. He draws back, pulling the hardened peak with him between his lips and it edges on pain until he relents, popping it out of his mouth to soothe it with the remains of his ice. He tuts softly.

“You think begging will work right now, princesa?” he chuckles darkly, already reaching for another ice cube. He alternates between your two breasts, the shock of ice followed by the swelter of his mouth, unaffected by your whines and hips grinding against nothing in search of friction.

“Always so impatient for the next thing,” he sighs, drawing away to begin unbuttoning your shorts. “We couldn’t even make it to the bed the first time.”

“Can you blame me?” you pant, and he hides his acknowledging smile with a bite against your hip as your lower half is freed of clothes. You lie nude and breathless beneath his assessing eyes, a fully clothed Javier sliding off the bed to hook his hands underneath your knees and drag you to the mattress’s edge. You see his mischievous glint between your thighs and panic for a moment over whatever he has planned, his mouth drawing towards you in anticipation.

You almost shout and jolt away when you aren’t met with the comfort of his tongue, a shock of cold pressing through your folds instead. You hadn’t noticed him reaching for the glass again and he chuckles, running the ice chunk held between his lips against your pussy, reaching to hold your jutting hips down as the ice quickly thaws on your hot cunt.

He draws his head away once the ice is gone to spit, watching it run down to join the shine of melted water and your quickly accumulating slick. When his tongue finally lathes into you, still cold from the ice it held, you shudder beneath him and grip onto the sheets, the deflating pop of the bubble wrap beneath your fingers doing little to distract you from the sudden changes in temperature against your most intimate area.

Javier eats you out like he’s on a mission with a singular goal in mind, the sloppy noises of his lips and tongue loud over your gasps and cries. He cranes his neck to push further into you, like he wants to be smothered by more than just your shivering legs clamping onto his ears. He eases them apart to look up at you, to see how close you’re getting as he suckles on your clit. Two fingers slide into you, thickness stretching you just on the right side of pain as your orgasm begins to build and climb in the deep of your belly. Your toes begin curling on the breadth of his back as you bite down on your bottom lip, nodding down at him to signify your imminent release.

He pulls his mouth off, biting into the meat of your inner thigh as his dark eyes devour your quivering lips and pinched brows. Just as you begin clenching around his fingers he rips them away, your pleading whine shuddering out into a frustrated cry as the beginnings of your climax float away.

You whimper out his name but he only shakes his head.

“I think I’ve been spoiling you too much, cariño,” he says, reaching for another ice cube. “Maybe you need to remember how nice delayed gratification feels.”

You groan, head falling back onto the littered plastic on your bed as his icy mouth presses onto you once again, and it’s not long before you’re almost tensing up against his fingers in anticipation that he pulls away from you once more.

He’s been edging you now for what feels like hours, the heat of your slick soon joining the dripping sweat of Javier’s face as he brings you right up to the edge, gasping and crying when he jerks away right as your thighs begin to quake. You’re a mess of tumbling pleas and drenched skin sticking to the sheets, especially between your legs, where he’s taking his sweet time driving you to madness. You’re not even sure when he’s shucked off his jeans or shirt, but you’re well past the point of comprehension to shy away from the moan you offer when you feel the hard length of him press against you as he stands.

The box’s discarded film wrap clings to the heat of your back as Javier pulls you up, bubble wrap popping underneath your shaking knees as he positions to take you from behind. He eases into you, your bodies a mess of melted ice and sweat and desperation as he smothers his groan in a bite to your shoulder.

“Fuck,” he shudders out when he bottoms out inside you, “squeezing me so tight, cariño. Maybe I should do this more often.”

Your resulting cry makes him chuckle as he draws his hips slowly back, gripping onto yours as he starts fucking your desperate pussy. The harsh smack of his thrusts bounces you on the mattress, his curling hair dripping onto your back with each onslaught, your face pressed against plastic as you whine and beg and plead for him to let you cum. The sopping wet sounds of your quivering cunt swallowing him over and over fill the room over his grunted questions of Yeah? You want it?

“Yes,” you cry, “I want it, Javi. I want it so bad.”

The amount of times you’ve been so deliriously close has you catapulting towards the edge again in no time, your babbling words signifying as much. He hauls your torso up then, slick back sticking to the sweat of his chest as he pants into your ear.

“If you weren’t so fucking impatient,” he grunts, “we could be fucking with the a/c on right now.”

You want to laugh as much as you want to sob when he changes the angle of his cock, knocking against the sensitive spot that has you crying out, scrambling to grab onto his arms holding you up.

Your abdomen burns, tensing and flexing with each hot lick of pleasure coaxing you to a finish he won’t let you cross.

“Please, please let me,” you beg, “I’ll make it so good, please, Javi.”

“Yeah? You’ve been doing so well for me,” he smiles, brushing his lips against your neck. “Are you ready to cum?”

“Yes, yes,” you sob, nodding against him.

His cock slips out of you then and you could crumple into a blubbering mess but he’s flipping you over, back bouncing onto the bed as he sinks down on top of you. He slides back into you in one long thrust, slippery skin slapping down onto yours. He pulls your legs up, ankles crowding his ears and he leans to almost fold you in half. He pounds into you even deeper, your face scrunched around a wordless cry at his relentless face.

“Let me see it then, cariño,” he demands. “Give me a good one.”

He falls forward, hand encasing your throat as the other reaches between you, thumb finding your throbbing clit and grinding into it. His eyes scan your face, enjoying the way your eyes darkened with an urgent need before he nods, allowing them to explode with light as your body shudders with wracks of pleasure. You’re vaguely aware that you screamed, your climax hitting you hard and racing across your body in unbroken waves. It’s like all of your denied orgasms have accumulated into one, shooting through you as you gasp and tremble underneath Javier.

He’s not far behind you, letting out a choked sound as his rhythm stutters, eyes consuming your wrecked face when he thrusts deeply, spilling inside you. He grips your calf, groaning as he can’t help but grind shallowly into you until he’s fully spent, head drooping as your shivers slow to a crawl, small jolts clenching you around him before he slowly pulls out.

He eases off you and falls onto the bed, pulling you up and onto his chest once he’s situated. You feel pliable and softened, melting in the sweat and fluid of your combined efforts as he absentmindedly pets your arm, heart hammering under your ear.

You lie together in this embrace, your eyes beginning to droop when he shifts beneath you.

You curl into him, mumbling against his skin.

“What was that?”

You pull away, unable to meet his eyes.

“Stay,” you whisper, already prepared to be rejected. “Please stay?”

He’s quiet for a moment, brushing his fingers down your arm.

“Okay,” he finally says. “I’ll stay.”

You sit up, gleaming in delighted disbelief at him and his responding lopsided grin set upon his open face almost makes him look younger until he ducks away, sheepish with a soft, “C’mere.”

You mould back into him, head slotting onto his shoulder and leg sliding between his, like it’s always belonged there. Like this is the most natural thing you’ve ever done, cuddling into your lover to feel his chest rise and fall beneath your cheek, breath evening out as you relax into him. Drowsiness laced from the heat pulls at your eyes, eventually falling under with Javier.

When you finally come to, the first thing you notice is the orange haze of the setting sun blanketing your room, the quiet peacefulness tempting you back into slumber. The second thing you notice is the cool sheets laying across you, clean of any plastic debris. Cool, empty sheets. Your fingers slide across the expanse but find no source of warmth beside you.

After a brief moment of resigned sadness, the third thing you notice is the sudden whir of the air conditioner breaking the stillness of your room. You turn over onto your back, squinting your sleep-heavy eyes to find Javier kneeling at your window. Unbuttoned jeans are slung low on his hips as he sits back to admire his handiwork, your new air conditioner blasting a cool breeze against his face.

“Handyman,” your groggy voice calls out, “come back to bed.”

The look he shoots you is an affectionate Fuck you but he gets up regardless, sliding in next to you and encasing you in his arms. The cold air hits your skin then and you sigh into him. He rubs your back in slow circles and the soothing feeling could lull you back to sleep, but a new thought settling into your brain has stirred you awake. You take a deep breath and spill it out.

“Do you want to go on a date with me?”

Javier shifts to look down at you.

“I want to say thank you,” you continue, “for the air conditioner.”

He smirks, gesturing between you. “You mean the sex wasn’t the thank you?”

You shake your head, pushing at his shoulder lightly as he chuckles, continuing, “you don’t need to repay me, cariño.”

“But I want to,” you insist, “if you’ll let me take you out on our first date.”

“Our first date? Don’t you feel like that’s already happened?”

“I mean, an intentional date. One where we both know exactly what it is.”

Your heart thumps at his continued non-answer.

“So, do you want to go on a date with me?”

The question hangs in the air for a moment before he finally grins.

“Sure. Pick me up at seven?”

You snort. “You can pick me up at eight. You know where to find me.”

He smiles down at you then, leaning to kiss you and you hum against his lips. You smile coyly when he pulls away.

“So what were you saying earlier, about fucking with the a/c on?”

He growls and you laugh, but it’s quickly turned into a moan when he takes initiative.

And god, do you love when he takes initiative.

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Get To Know Juniper

I'm going to answer these questions for every OC. Since I'm going in dorm order, it's Juniper's turn today! Let's get to know a little more about the starry-eyed coyote of Savanaclaw.

[ Picrew / Get To Know: Violetta ]

What is Juniper's go-to drink order? Juniper doesn't know a lot about fancy drinks. If she's at a cafe, she'll either order the biggest iced herbal tea she can get, or a tropical fruit juice drink. Mango is her favorite. :D

What is her grooming routine? Very basic. She showers regularly because she's so active, but aside from washing her face and brushing and re-braiding her hair every day, she doesn't do much. She keeps her ears clean, but sometimes she forgets about trimming her nails until they're too sharp.

What was her most expensive purchase/where does their disposable income go? Juniper doesn't have a whole lot of disposable income. The most expensive thing she has is a second-hand handheld gaming console that she got from an older relative. The most expensive thing she's spent her own money on is probably the nice leather bag she carries her books in.

Does she have any scars or tattoos? No scars or tattoos.

What was the last time she cried, and under what circumstances? She was alone in her room at night, missing her family. Though she didn't miss being in charge of her siblings and being made to do a lot of chores, she missed being around them, feeling safe and warm with them as they all slept together.

Is she an oldest, middle, youngest or only child? Juniper is the oldest daughter of her family ... with all the responsibility that carried. She was always the one looking out for the younger kids instead of getting to play like they were. This could be one reason why she notices everything - she had to be alert to keep her siblings safe. Since she's come to NRC, she's able to be a little more of a kid again, and have fun.

Describe the shoes she's wearing. Juniper either wears black sneakers or a pair of leather sandals.

Describe the place where she sleeps. There isn't a lot in Juniper's dorm room. She has a few desert plants in pots on the windowsill, a colorful blanket woven by her grandmother on the bed, a case full of thread and beads for her crafts, and snacks stashed in the drawers of her desk. Juniper feels like her bed is too big for her to sleep in alone, since she always slept in a big pile with her family members. She often hugs a big pillow while she's sleeping.

What is her favorite holiday? I don't know much about it since it hasn't come around in EN, but I bet she loves the Scalding Sands' fireworks festival the best. Her family would travel into the city for the festival and stay with relatives there, and it was always a fun time for her.

What objects does she always carry around with her? Juniper always has her current beading or thread projects on hand, and some kind of spicy snack. She likes having something to do with her hands.