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imrmarket · 3 months

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Cloud Kitchen Market Advancements Highlighted by Projections, Trends and Forecast 2024

Global Cloud Kitchen Market Size Was Valued at USD 51.72 Billion In 2022 And Is Projected to Reach USD 135.18 Billion By 2030, Growing at A CAGR of 12.76% From 2023 To 2030.

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adore-laur · 6 months

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BEAUTY

— harry & nadine’s meet-cute 🕊️

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SIX YEARS AGO

Grey skies loomed over Loire Valley with the promise of an April rainstorm. The slow-moving river snaked through the scenic countryside and stretched beyond what the human eye could see. Trees rustled in a favorable breeze, stirring up aromas from nearby fruit orchids. Firecrests and turtledoves chirped in the distance, signaling the start of spring.

Nadine savored it all while crossing the bridge on her Beaumont bicycle. In the front wicker basket was her canvas tote bag containing her Kodak camera protectively wrapped in a pillowcase, a serving of fresh tapioca pudding she had impulsively purchased from the local farmer's market, and an unknown flower she had found under the oak tree in her backyard. Her yellow raincoat crinkled as she pedaled vigorously to get to her destination before the clouds burst. The scrape on her knee she had gotten from falling off her bike in her gravel driveway dully ached. Maybe the rain would wash away the dried blood.

The Domaine de Chaumont-sur-Loire opened its annual International Garden Festival that morning, which Nadine wouldn't have missed for the world. It resurfaced fond childhood memories of strolling through the enriching gardens with her family and getting lost in the creative landscapes showcased by landscapers, architects, and photographers far and wide.

Nadine planned to take photos to build her modeling portfolio. As a curvy girl with distinct ethnic features, getting her foot in the door had been challenging, but the alluring backdrop of the gardens would make her stand out. The theme was Gardens of Sensations.

In the past, it had been no easy feat to photograph herself with her less-than-adequate camera and awkward self-direction. However, she prepared to make these sacrifices for a prosperous career. Loire Valley only had one modeling agency, which meant she had to start somewhere small and affordable before traveling north to Paris for more lavish opportunities.

To earn a living, Nadine provided housekeeping services for surrounding chateaus. The work was rewarding, but it did not spark any passion for her. As a young girl, she had been fascinated by the aesthetic of posing in different environments and making fashion statements after seeing magazine spreads of French models strutting down the catwalk. But she had never been able to imagine herself in their shoes—literally and figuratively. Those six-inch heels seemed killer. With her thick eyebrows, pesky cellulite, and blemished skin, she had been the complete opposite of what model scouts sought.

Once Nadine became wiser over the years, she knew her worth. Her natural beauty just needed to be highlighted by the right scenery and garments.

When she arrived at the festival, she locked her bike on a rack and slung her tote bag over her shoulder. The historical Chateau-de-Chaumont on the sprawling lawn caused her to stop and stare for a moment. It was grand and beautiful, just as she remembered. Her new-fangled perspective left her wondering what inspiration she would discover.

After purchasing an admission ticket, she walked under the arch of the chateau to reach the garden path that weaved through twenty-one hectares of artistic garden exhibits. Each display differed depending on where the landscaper originally hailed from, like Japan, South Korea, Great Britain, and countless other countries. Among the trees was a greenhouse kitchen where vegetables were grown and offered to visitors. Nadine remembered eating juicy little tomatoes there as a teenager—they were called 'the nipples of Venus.' The memory made her smile faintly.

She glanced around for a pretty scene to photograph herself in just as rain began to sprinkle. Shivering, she pulled the hood of her poncho over her head. Maybe today wasn’t the best day to embark on a modeling adventure. Maybe she should have turned around and gone home.

But further in the gardens, Nadine stumbled upon a peculiar situation. An exhibition was still being set up, nestled in an opening surrounded by greenery like a secret oasis. Landscapers worked diligently to put the finishing touches on it. Their work had been delayed by the unpredictable climate in central France. It was a blessing that the rain didn’t fall much through the canopy of trees above.

There was a rectangular vat of water with a wooden path winding through it, similar to a Candyland board. The landscapers removed leaves and branches from the water with pool skimmers. Red bamboo canes stood tall around it, hugging the scene with vibrant color. There was something simple yet entrancing about it, and she was drawn to the energy of tranquility that called to her.

Nadine slowly approached, attempting to act invisible so as not to disturb them. She would wait until they were done before taking photos. Perhaps sitting on the path and posing near the bamboo would be adequate. Yes, that would be a fantastic shot. Unique, too, which was what she strived for.

Her childlike wonder pushed her closer until her attention snagged on something else. Something a little more intriguing.

A man stood waist-deep in the water, rearranging bamboo with sedulous care, his bare back turned to her. He had the most muscular, contoured back Nadine had ever seen in her life. It was sculpted in a way that captured her gaze, but she should not have been surprised. He was some sort of landscaper, which was a labor-intensive job. His tendons were surely robust. Sacré bleu, why was she thinking about his tendons?

She snapped out of her man-induced hypnosis. She had a job to get done. Her future was at stake! With that thought, she unwrapped her camera from its cocoon just as a couple of landscapers brushed past her with metal buckets, paying no mind to her lingering presence. She must have looked like a mere tourist.

Nadine delicately cleared her throat in an attempt to catch the attention of the man with the beautiful back. He was the only one still tending to the exhibit and did not seem to hear her.

"Excusez-moi?" she said, removing her hood to appear more approachable.

The man's large hands, which were also gorgeously sculpted, halted around the lithe bamboo sticks. His face turned before his body did, and goodness gracious! Oh wow. He was pleasing—to look at, she meant. His foreign face was a masterpiece of symmetry. While he did not look French, remnants of European features still adorned his face. A well-chiseled bone structure and an elegant straight nose. Pink lips that were parted. A firm chest with a ridged midsection. Disheveled, rain-soaked hair.

"Bonjour," he replied, sounding perplexed. Soulful green eyes stared intently at her.

Nadine's gaze desperately wanted to wander south again, but she remained strong. "Is this exhibit open to visitors?" she asked.

He regarded her for longer than normal—not scrutinizingly, but rather in a mystified manner. "Yes. My apologies; I was just perfecting a few details."

"I did not mean to intrude. I—" She paused and searched for the proper words. "Well, I was hoping to take pictures for my portfolio here."

"Your portfolio?" he echoed.

Nodding, Nadine nervously tucked her damp hair behind her ears. "For modeling. I want to broaden my use of compelling backdrops, and this festival has plenty of them." She waved a hand, the flourishing nature around them not needing further explanation. "Anyway, this particular exhibit caught my eye. Would it be possible for me to take some pictures?"

The man glanced behind her, his brows furrowing. "Where’s your photographer?"

"I do not have one," she said shyly. "I just place my camera on a flat surface and set the timer."

It was far too expensive to hire an entire crew for a photoshoot. She would have rather saved money by gaining hands-free experience herself. Besides, people in the modeling industry admired humble beginnings. She was building her career from the ground up.

"Would you like some assistance?" he asked, raindrops gently falling from his chin. Nadine detected a lilted British accent.

"Oh, I do not want to be a nuisance," she said. "I’m sure you’re busy."

He walked to the edge closest to her and shook his head, a handsome smile pulling at his lips. "No, not anymore."

Feeling thrilled, Nadine's heartbeat pounded like a stampede of wild animals. "All right, then."

It was an unexpected turn of events. As far as she was concerned, she had not expected to meet someone as generous as this man. She hadn't expected much of anything out of today since the weather put a damper on her mood, and her dreams often felt unattainable.

"What's your name?"

Handing over her camera, she answered, "Nadine."

"I'm Harry," he said. "I'm a landscape architect, which might not help your situation, but I did get a passing grade in a college-level photography class. Is that good enough?"

"I don't know," she countered playfully. "I might interpret a passing grade differently from you."

He laughed, his nose scrunching. "B-minus."

She pretended to mull it over before saying, "I will accept that."

"Merci." He sat on the wooden path. "So, do you have any specific ideas in mind for the photoshoot?"

"I know I want to be a part of nature. Close-up shots are preferred. And..." Nadine looked at the exhibit, pondering. "Am I allowed to go in the water?"

"I don't see why not."

"Will I get into trouble? I couldn't stand being banned from this place."

While fidgeting with her camera, Harry said, "This is my exhibit."

This had been designed by him? It was highly impressive, and it made her feel better knowing a person with a meticulous brain and a keen eye for design was helping her. It was also attractive knowing he had constructed it with his bare hands. Did his fingers have calluses? Were there blood, sweat, and tears involved? No, don’t think about him sweating!

"You're letting a stranger interfere with your creation?" she asked, willing away the heat rushing up her neck.

As Harry raised the camera to his eye and pointed it at random things, seemingly testing its functionality, he murmured, "You would be adding beauty to it."

In the middle of removing her sandals and poncho, Nadine’s breath hitched. It was quite bold of him to make such a statement. She had to tread carefully around this male enigma. She was there for business and business only.

"Hop in," Harry said. "The water is heated."

She felt vulnerable in her white camisole and brown silk maxi skirt. Her curves were accentuated by the spring breeze blowing through the fabric. Her feet sank into the dirt. To remain true to the theme of nature and its rawness, she had opted not to wear any makeup.

Shimmying down her skirt and letting it pool on the ground, she was left wearing beige underwear. Without a single word spoken, the mood turned intimate.

While she dipped one leg into the water, Harry's gentlemanly gaze remained fixed on her face. He was right—it was a glorious temperature, like sinking into a lukewarm bath after a long day. She was submerged up to her rib cage.

"Are you new to Loire Valley?" Nadine asked, curious about how this beautiful man showed up in her hometown.

"I live in England. I was invited to this festival to create a United Kingdom exhibit."

"Ah, oui. It must be such an honor. Do you like it here so far?"

Harry nodded. "It's gorgeous. The architecture is brilliant."

"I hope the sheer number of chateaus we have is not overwhelming,” Nadine said, slicking her hair back with wet palms.

He chuckled and stood up. "Shall we get started?"

Nadine leaned against the edge of the vat, swaying trees and clusters of red bamboo behind her. She settled her expression into her "model face," which was basically just her looking slightly pissed off at something, but in a sexy way. With her chin tilted up, she showed off her sharp jaw and neck muscles.

Harry knelt on the wooden path and held the camera steadily. Leaning forward, he zoomed in at a low angle. There was a look of concentration on his face, and she felt elated that he was so serious about assisting her.

The shutter clicked a few times. By moving her face just a smidge, she subtly posed. It was all natural to her once she was in the moment—like breathing. She loved immersing herself in working the camera to her advantage. She made it her best friend.

"Regardez-moi," Harry murmured, sending a delightful shiver down Nadine’s spine. She looked at him with her lips pursed attractively, and he snapped more photos. "Parfaite."

"You speak very good French."

Still adorably focused on his task, he hummed in acknowledgment. "I studied architecture at Versailles and took French classes. It's a romantic language."

"I agree." She switched her pose by spreading her arms in the water and trying to smize, as invented by Tyra Banks. The camera’s shutter sounded dozens of times.

To get the best angles, Harry contorted his body in semi-ridiculous ways. He then got in the water and stood near her. Nadine’s heart rate spiked since he was even more ethereal up close. There was a gentleness to his presence, and she was undeniably attracted to it.

"What do you call an angry French aunt?" Harry asked, setting up a joke.

"Oh, boy. What?"

"A crossaunt."

Nadine let a giggle escape. Slowly lowering the camera, Harry stared at her in awe. His smile was stuck in place, as if making her laugh stopped time.

"Fossetes," he whispered. Dimples.

A powerful blush expanded across her face and spread to her chest. Suddenly, her smile turned shy. She had never experienced such attention from a man before. The feeling was both daunting and exhilarating.

Water sluiced down Nadine's body when she stood at her full height. "Thank you for doing this," she said, her voice weak.

"It was my pleasure,” Harry replied. “You made my job easy."

She was going to burst into flames if she kept blushing. "Can I repay the favor in any way?"

His lips quirked to the side as he hummed thoughtfully. "What are your plans for next weekend?" he asked.

"I will most likely be back here again."

"As will I."

"So...” Nadine chewed on the inside of her cheek. “I will see you then?"

"Absolutely." He cleared his throat and held her gaze. "I was wondering if you would fancy doing something with me afterward. We could visit all the farmer's markets. Perhaps stroll along the river at sunset. You could show me your favorite spots and tell me why you love them."

Nadine inhaled a little gasp. If he wanted to spend an evening together, he had surely felt the connection too. It was palpable, hanging thickly in the air like a storm cloud. She could feel the electrical charge with just a single glance. It was definitely worth exploring.

"Unless you're taken,” Harry added uncertainly, combing a hand through his hair. "Sorry, I should have asked first. I just find you so pretty, and you have a lovely laugh." He paused briefly, glimpsing at her lips. "I'd love to hear more of it."

She walked toward him, her pulse going haywire. Her palms rested against his chest as she softly kissed his clean-shaven cheek and said, "I’m available.”

"Oui?"

"Oui."

Harry's eyes crinkled when he smiled. "Splendid. I'm looking forward to it, dove."

Gleeful flutters took flight in Nadine's stomach. She had been yearning for a serendipitous moment for ages. The prospect of being wanted always felt unreachable to her. No boy had ever decided she was worth a chance. Now, there was a glimmer of hope.

When Nadine arrived home later that evening, she perused through the pictures on her camera—there were at least a hundred. Each one captured her in a certain light that had been unknown to her. Through the eyes of someone else, she found herself desirable.

All thanks to the man with the beautiful back.

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sseomtada · 6 months

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being [ruben dias]

your move to Manchester signifies a triumph - the result of nearly a decade of relentless, hard work. However, your sweet victory is quickly turned sour when you reencounter the person you once deeply loved.

a/n: remade secretly only to be back on my bs...here's to praying for me to finish this fic? | 1/??? | 4191 words

This weather was nothing short of an utter atrocity.

It was the kind of bone-chilling freeze that overpowered even your skin's ability to raise its own flesh. Every ounce of energy repurposed instead to turn that evolutionary feature inwards. A futile effort, at least in your case. Even back home in Amadora, you suffered from genetic lack of internal warmth.

Miserable environment aside, the move would be worth it. Everything that you’ve done for the past few years - nearly a decade of sleep deprivation, being the brunt bearer of power trips and clinging to the slimmest sliver of rarely presented opportunities - had led to this.

Not the brutalist view spanning the length of your new floor to ceiling living room windows, but what it signified. Growth. The expansion of your firm here, in Manchester.

“Estou exausta…”

You pulled your eyes from the endless clouds to see your right hand, Aki, draped limply over the last of your boxes.

“Careful.” You bent to rip open the tape sealing the one near your feet.

“Oh, sorry.” She blew her overgrown bangs up to no avail. “Am I crushing your precious CB2 ceramics?”

“Actually, you’re slowly sinking onto my very sharp surgical steel kitchen knives.” The box cutter in your hand gestured vaguely to the label beneath her hips.

Aki’s yelp echoed off through the empty loft as she sprang from the impending mockup of a medieval torture method. Your laughter joined in when she grimaced and muttered something threatening to the thick cardboard that remained dent free.

“Thanks for helping me with all this.” You exhaled. “I owe you.”

“We’re even when you think about it.” She fetched a box opener of her own.

Your eyes widened. There was never a moment in your lifelong friendship when she didn’t take up on an IOU card. Not even when she purposefully served a suspension for knocking the lights out of a girl who blew gum into your hair in the fifth grade.

“I mean, you brought me along with you to open Bana. Full executive package, no less.” Aki beamed and then sneered upon unboxing her newfound arch nemeses.

That was true. Since she was the company’s Head of Finance, her immigration to Manchester was completed covered. Housing located right across the hallway, a brand new car of choice and an increase in salary to accommodate for the higher price of living wasn't the worst package to receive.

It didn’t feel like much of a repayment for her efforts when all things were considered. Bana wouldn’t be close to what it was today if it wasn’t for her. Any business was only as successful as how well they manage their finances, an aspect that she can solely and proudly take credit for.

Not to mention that you both would be extremely busy while trying to fully establish this new branch. If anything, she at least deserved the building’s penthouse suite for the headaches bound to come throughout this journey.

“So…is that a pass on the 1982 Bruno Giacosa?” You dangled the proverbial carrot.

Aki didn’t miss a beat, “Don’t be ridiculous.”

Getting ready for your first day at the office never felt this good.

Perhaps it was due to the fact that your first ever job was, understandably, anxiety inducing. Being an intern for a well-known marketing firm wasn’t known to be a glamorous position - the multitude of reasons for that not stopping at being a coffee gopher.

After climbing the ladder to a mid-level position within your previous company, it became painfully obvious that the older leaders had no intention of making room for you soon. To eradicate any dreams of that from your mind, they even outright said it.

That led to your next go at a first day, the start of your own consultancy which would then go on to become Bana. Even though you had established your presence in the marketing world and had a few loyal clients, no amount of seminars you’d attended or books you’d read could’ve prepared you for the monster of a task you’d taken on.

This time felt different. There was always going to be an element of nervousness when stepping into a new venture. Even though this was a new branch on a tree you knew well, there was a lot to learn about operating in a new country and little time to do so.

What you had now, however, allowed you to convert that nervous energy into excitement. Experience, establishment and esteem. Those things among the equally as important trustworthy team behind you left you more confident than anything else that this could potentially only be the beginning.

“There better be a good reason why you’ve got me out early on a morning like this.” Aki’s poor facial muscles have yet to relax since the move it seemed. This time their scrunch was due to storm clouds looming in the distance.

“I think our very lovely AD has something exciting to share.” You nodded to give her the go ahead.

“Ladies, as you know I’ve been working on getting us an in with a certain business through my various sources and I’m happy to report that Bana was among the firms selected to pitch.” Cindy could barely contain her excitement.

Her optimism was infectious and part of the reason you recruited her. Another reason for bringing her into the fold to establish the new office was the insane network she had.

The blonde Londoner was in a similar predicament to you when you were starting out not long aog. Even hungrier, if you admitted it. Her former employer didn’t see the potential she clearly possessed, so you had no problem poaching her from them.

“And do we finally get to know the name of this state secret level business?” Aki leaned forward.

“Nike!” Cindy couldn't hold back any longer.

Even your face dropped at that. Not in the way that one’s expression would if they just found out that they’d been rejected from their dream school. It was something akin to finding out you’d won a fucking Oscar.

Among the celebratory cheers and shimmies, you thanked Cindy greatly for her hard work. And although it was a moment of uncontainable joy, the wheels had already began to turn in your mind.

There was absolutely no room for error if you wanted this pitch to be chosen. Being a newer firm undoubtably going up against major competition, Bana’s proposal had to be more than just that.

It had to be a statement. One that said you were not only a major player in this field, but that you also were to be seen as a direct rival.

You got to delegating tasks quickly. The sooner you got the bare bones of the pitch down, the quicker you could work on perfecting it. Aki was on budgeting as always - pricing presentation materials, researching and pricing the estimated budget for the product rollout for Nike.

Cindy was mostly on recon regarding the target audience. The product being launched was a new pair of their iconic AirMax, so you anticipated her using historical data as a guideline.

You’d have to do a fair bit of research yourself - getting into market research, the brand’s positioning and messaging - all while putting your firm’s spin on where you think Nike is hoping to go with this launch.

It was needless to say that the midnight oil would be burning. You set up a co-working space in the conference room to make communication seamless in brainstorming and building. This was the energy you missed so much, and a more sentimental reason behind your expansion.

Back home in Amadora, Bana was a well oiled machine. With a strong staff beside you, the hands on aspects of marketing were placed on the back burner by your own doing. In order for your employees to grow, you had to let them lead projects of their own and you trusted them to do so.

Now, you were back to inhaling concerning amounts of dry erase marker fumes and getting carpal tunnel from extensive mood boarding. That along with a side of meal deliveries and an equally as hard-working coffee machine made the long hours seemingly fly by.

“I’m so tapped, I need to power down for the day.” Aki stretched her back dramatically.

“Feel free to head out too, Cindy. Get some well deserved rest.” You took a moment of your own to release tension in your neck. “I’m good here for the next few hours.”

She was visibly grateful to be given the go ahead to clock out. From past experiences, you were able to sympathize all too well. You also made a mental note to have a conversation with her regarding working hours. There was never going to be an obligation of staying behind under your watch.

Cindy and Aki neatly organized materials for their return in the morning while you made your way to your office to continue outlining. With all of the research required collected, all you had to do at this point was place the information into their allocated areas.

There were three short raps at your door before you called her in.

“Still being here wasn’t exactly what I meant by rest, Cindy.” You chuckled, not looking away from your monitors.

“I’m on my way out now! Just wanted to bring you over the client mailing list I got from my source a minute ago.” She slid a USB drive onto your desk.

Your brows raised appreciatively, “Thank you, really. I mean it when I say that your presence here is essential and invaluable.”

Cindy waved a hand, her head shaking in time.

“I’m just happy to be helpful. See you tomorrow!”

You bid her goodbye and immediately got to taking a look at the information she left behind. It would be very useful in filling in some gaps you needed to flush out ideas that would attract the goal audience for the new product.

Influencers, Performing Artists, YouTubers…Athletes.

The last of those categories was obviously a given considering the brand. It also wasn’t the first time you’d come across that group in your line of work. This time though, seeing the label suddenly formed a knot in your stomach.

You were brought back to all of the avoidance in the aftermath - everyone in your life completely air-gapping the football world from your path. They did that to protect you, a gesture you still couldn’t bring yourself to thank them for verbally.

The mouse beneath your hot palm slowly shifted as you moved the cursor to click and expand the list. That knot grew to the size of a boulder. It squeezed your insides painfully within and forced a broken little noise past your lips.

One look at the name Ruben Dias was all it took to rattle you to your core.

o passado

At the age of seven, you moved to Portugal.

There wasn’t much you missed about your hometown, or even remembered for that matter. All you knew was that you were eerily calm for a child whose entire life up until that point had been uprooted. It was possible that your serene state of mind came from your mom.

She was all you had in the world. There was virtually no relationship had with her family - the only photograph you ever had with your grandparents was at your christening.

When it came to your dad, she put it as kindly as she could for a kid. You were smart enough to read the inference in her tone and the look on her face in the handful of moments he was brought up. He wasn’t in your life because he didn’t want to be.

Yet still, none of that made you sad or shaped you into a person defined by traumas. You intended to live the life that your mother encouraged you to. Be a kid, climb trees and get dirty, make friends along the way.

And that was just what you did. The first of them being the girl in your class that waved you over to the empty seat beside hers when you transferred. My name’s Akenna, but I hate it so I make everyone call me Aki instead.

She was the only person other than your mom who made you feel safe enough to confide in, just as easy to talk to as it was to listen to her wild recounts of her own life story.

Aki quickly became a regular in your home and you in hers. The giggles and secrets held in the various forts sprawling from your living room to bedroom would stay under lock and key until long after you both passed.

The next person you met would be the one who arguably shaped you the most. Loud shouts and tussling with a ball in the neighborhood park with his siblings was where you met Ruben. His tattered football rolled to your feet that touched the ground after you’d leapt from the swings.

With a weak kick, you returned it. Ruben shook his head in disapproval before he shot it right back at you. Try that again, with the left this time. You didn’t know if it was anger at being challenged by some random kid or genuine hidden talent, but when you hit the ball with your instep, it flew powerfully and directly into his own.

She’s on my team!

Inseparable wasn’t a strong enough word to describe you two. After finding out that you lived only one house down, he would come to your school to walk with you back home. On many of those occasions, Aki was there too. Your mom would be waiting with snacks and a warning, don’t play too long out in the sun, patifes.

Somewhere and somehow along the years, you and Ruben had become so close that it seemed you two were dating. Ivan jokingly asked one day as you were sharing a vanilla ice cream cone, ew, are you boyfriend and girlfriend? Ruben grabbed your hand, laced your fingers with his, and simply said, yes.

And that was that.

As for when you began to realize you loved him, that was harder to pinpoint. Maybe it came once you began to notice how helpful he was to you and your mom.

Ruben was always willing to lend a hand with repairs around your house, even if it meant searching up how-to videos when he thought you weren’t paying attention. Or how he’d go out of his way to walk your mom home when she worked night shifts.

Aki often griped and rolled her eyes at how you two were making her feel like a third wheel. Those complaints were always quickly followed with rebuttals that she’d spent a grand total of fifteen days as a single girl since she was thirteen.

Just make sure my maid of honor dress isn’t fugly at your wedding.

It was all but a given that marriage was pending in the future for you two. Ruben never had eyes for any other girl and you…God, you were terribly devoted to him. Even your posters of Justin Bieber found themselves catching dust in the closet, replaced by a collage of photos you and Ruben had taken together over time.

Five years saw graduations, proms, college acceptances and many, many firsts experienced together. His arms were the only man’s you’d ever laughed in, cried in, slept in. His eyes were the only one’s you saw when you closed your own. His lips were the only thing you wanted to taste on the good and bad days, and everything in between.

So, what happened on September 15th 2017?

To this day, you still had no answers to the why behind that question. Nor could you allow yourself to wrack your brain for them any longer should you want to hold onto your sanity.

As for what. Simply put, it was the worst day of your entire life to date.

On the eve of his debut for Benfica’s first team, an event he’d dreamt of and worked so hard for, one that become just as significant to you by extension, Ruben broke up with you. Over the phone, no less - which added humiliation onto a violent erupting volcano of destructive emotions.

Cold turkey, brutal, cruel. It’s over, don’t contact me, I don’t love you anymore.

There were no warning signs, no moments in retrospect left unturned during your spiral, that could’ve possibly made what you read true. You initially thought it was some sick joke. Maybe one of his teammates had taken his phone. Or perhaps there was some girl that wanted him and was jealous that he was yours, so she decided to play dirty.

It was none of that or the million other scenarios you came up with on you walk over to his home. You came to learn that it was, in fact, not a joke. Ruben meant it when he said he was done with you.

He made that painfully clear as he looked at you standing under the faint glow of the lantern on his front porch through the window. Those eyes you once dreamt of fondly seemingly someone else’s as he drew the curtain and shut off the light.

You don’t recall much of time that passed in the months following that night. Every now and then you’d get flashes - Aki crawling in and out of the bed you temporarily became one with, your mom scooping you up to help you bathe and wash your hair.

It was better that way, you think. A blessing in disguise to not be able to clearly recall the most devastating period of your existence.

When your memory resumed, it always picked up at the same place. You siting with Aki on the steps of an abandoned subway station in total silence.

In your mind, you were there with him years ago when the line was still functioning. The rush of the train brought wind along that rose your hair like lightning was about to strike. Ruben grinned toothily as he smoothed it back, tilting your face upwards.

He said I’d always be home when I was with him. Where am I supposed to go now?

The silence returned even louder following the question that neither of you had the answer to.

Instead, you sat there in it with your best friend and shed the last tears you ever would over Ruben Dias.

o presente

Seven years was a long time.

It came with two college degrees, laser focus and an ability to compartmentalize so strongly that it would terrify artificial intelligence.

Whatever threatened to upend you at the sight of his name was snatched up and contained to be dealt with sometime in the future. You didn’t put literal blood, sweat and tears into your career to let one old wound derail it at such a pivotal moment.

With the same vigor you scrapped up to move on with your life, you poured every ounce of energy you had into absolutely nailing your pitch. Five all nighters, thirty six edits and ten complete run throughs later resulted in Bana being chosen as the firm to brand the newest AirMax.

“I always knew you were a genius, but this project was just,” Aki kissed the air as she took the next left to drive back to your shared building.

“Team effort, Aks.” You mumbled.

The thing about throwing yourself entirely into one project was that when the hard work was done, all the was left was the shit you were avoiding. You could feel it there, gnawing at the back of your head like a mice on a fresh piece of cheese.

“What if we watched an old coming of age movie like we used to on nights like this? Pop out some wine, get in our pj’s…real wild stuff.” She nudged your elbow with hers.

You casted a fond glance at her. Aki would never come outright and say it, but it was her way of checking in with you. The client mailing list was no secret to her since she needed it for the budgeting, so there was no way she missed him being on there.

The mice grew hungrier. Throughout all of your breakdowns and pain, she held all of hers in unselfishly and arguably stupidly. You weren’t the only one who lost someone important to you on that night.

“We do that after product launches. The deal has only just been sealed.” A smile was managed to form on your end.

“Ah…best not jinx it then, huh?” Aki blew a raspberry.

In order to keep her worries at bay this time, something you silently promised to do ever since your senses had returned, you squeezed her arm and doubled down.

“Besides, I haven’t had a proper night’s sleep in nearly three weeks. I think I’ll just go for a short run, take a shower and hibernate.”

She nodded, liking the sound of that plan. You would’ve felt proud of your disarming skills had you not known the real reason for her shoulders relaxing. She was looking forward to having the next two days off more than anyone else.

“Don’t forget to text me when you get back.” Aki stuck out her pinky.

“Always.” You locked yours in tight.

The repetitive beat of your feet meeting the ground had the ability to still your mind nearly as much as pouring yourself into your work did. Left, right, left, right, left. When you added in the accompanying swing of your arms, the constant reminder to keep your breath in control and music that made you feel like you could punch a hole through a wall - you were nothing short of a machine.

It was one of the healthier coping mechanism you’d clung to back home. Every day, you’d take to the streets of the new neighborhood you moved to and then to the track at you university.

You’d gotten so good at it that you were scouted to run for the school’s team. Going pro was never a part of your plan, though. You only accepted the offer because it came with a free ride.

A drop of water hit your face, but it was cold.

Your treads slowed a bit as your eyes turned skyward. The clouds illuminated against a murky purplish background with the warning of distant lightning approaching. You refocused and pumped your legs faster. Fucking Manchester.

In between your songs transitioning, you heard a faint rumble. It made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, the sound distorted by the headphones muffling your ears playing tricks that twisted the noise to sound partially human.

Whether it was or not, you weren’t trying to stick around to find out. It was late at night and the weather was going to get hellish soon.

From the corner of your eye, you spotted a shadow ripping behind the streetlights - closing in on yours with each meter. Lactic acid built painfully in your muscles as you pushed even harder, breath control thrown to the wind.

It was gaining on you while rain began to fully fall.

Within a matter of seconds, which is all you had, you came to a decision. You were too exhausted from sleep deprivation and being nearly an hour into your run to beat whoever was chasing after you. The only option you had now was to steel your nerves and use the keys in your pocket as a last line of defense.

Your right hand blindly reached down and was met with lint. Terror hadn’t been felt until that very moment. A thousand and one scenarios raced through your mind with you reaching for the ones that would allow you to leave this situation at least narrowly unscathed.

The one you got a firm grip on using the element of surprise to hopefully distract them from whatever intentions they had for an instant. You took one last deep breath before spinning around swiftly and throwing out a fist.

A man in a baseball cap dodged the punch to his credit, albeit not very ideal for you. His balance, however, was in your favor. He slipped on the slick sidewalk and landed flat on his back with a pained groan.

You were the last thing you should’ve been given that you’d been granted an escape - frozen. On your behalf, you would’ve been halfway down the street and barreling towards your building had it not been for the wide eyes staring up at you.

Those eyes…Ruben’s.

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maitadori · 1 year

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WEAK WILLED CLOUD KNIGHT pt 4 (?) sfw blade x fem!cloud knight!reader

word count : 2.6k

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summary : blade is indulging in your affection like usual before a certain general decides to come in and ruin his entire day, he contemplates panting the wall in his blood.

content / cw : suggestive, blade is insatiable, ok i tried not to make smut and i succeeded but there are a few nsfw things in here, but it’s mostly blades thoughts ok guys plz forgive me, fluff, blade is whipped and in love.

a/n : in honor of hitting 500 followers already almost 600 i made part 4. also this is shorter than i thought damn

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DARK CONTENT BLOGS PLZ DNI !!!

blade had made it ritual to visit whenever he could. which were few in between due to his work. it required him to travel to extensive lengths of time. luckily, he wasn't deployed on every mission so he took those as opportunities to come and see you.

it was a joyful horny experience everytime. maybe you couldn't go out on public dates due to luofu's people still seeing blade as a criminal, but blade liked to think he was a homebody.

blade indulged you and your silly activities, just to see that glittering smile on your face.

though there were definitely moments for other activities too. blade couldn't help the fact that you were so attractive and his. he was insatiable. not to mention the fact that sometimes you'd spend weeks if not a month without seeing each other.

texting was nice, but it was nothing compared to the sweet sound of your voice and the soft feel of your touch.

just seeing you and that stupid, sweet smile of yours had him wanting to rip your clothes to shreds and ravage you. but now you insisted that he bake with you for the moment, and you'd let him do whatever he wanted with you later.

"please! i've been meaning to make brownies this week, but i've been swept up with my knight duties, and it’s perfect because we can do it together!”

blade wanted to protest and take you to the bed, but you complained that sex was all he wanted from you and he was determined to prove you wrong (he couldn't help that you looked so sexy just breathing, he was truly and exceptionally wrapped around your finger). he also couldn't deny how cute you looked in your apron.

"if you insist."

at his defeat you bounced on the balls of your feet, and eyes shining as you say, "wear an apron with me?"

"don't push it."

you could only giggle at the perturbed look on his face.

"please? i'll even wear only this in bed later," your lips curled slyly as you caught the intrigued expression he adorned.

he sighed, grabbing the spare apron you offered, "you drive a hard bargain."

“i knew you’d be convinced by that, perv,” your expression is angry, but blade notices you trying to fight off a smile.

you got started and he could only follow you around the kitchen like a lost puppy, something he usually did when he had no idea how to go about something.

you took out ingredients required for the brownies, and it looked like you were going simple style with the boxed brownies.

when he eyed it you perked up, “sushang recommended this to me. said it might make me consider never making homemade brownies ever again— which i highly doubt,” you muttered, setting everything on the counter.

“she also suggested adding caramel, i forgot to grab it at the market so we’ll have to go homemade. can you help me with it?” you smiled guiltily, as if he didn’t willingly agree to give his hand in the kitchen.

although he nods, he still says, “but i don’t know how to make it.”

“it’s okay, i’ll help!”

the next twenty minutes fly by as you put the brownies in the oven and help blade stir the warm caramel. he has a wooden spoon in his grip as he slowly stirs like you advised, he’s holding it oddly but it’s so endearing that you don’t mention it.

“taste test!” you exclaim. for the past fifteen minutes you put your hand over blade’s to lift the wooden spoon from the pan and swipe a stripe of caramel to taste for yourself, saying it’s to review its quality.

but this time blade swipes some up for himself, holding his finger to your lips and opening his mouth in an “ah” to gesture you to do the same.

you open your mouth with little hesitation, tongue somewhat hanging out past your lips as his finger nears your lips.

you suck on his finger to assure that all of the sticky sweetness transfers to your tongue, unaware of his dark gaze leering on you. blade has half the mind to bend you over the counter but is reminded of your earlier words.

so he lets you look up at him through your lashes, watches you pull away with a sweet smile as you compliment the taste, and praise him for his work. he lets all of it occur with thoughts that a priest would combust at.

your lips look plump and glossy from your saliva, he’s sure he can get away with taking just your lips for now. so he puts a hand to your cheek, rubbing your face delicately with his thumb— a stark contrast to his desires— and he leans in.

your pupils shrink a bit at the decrease in proximity but then you remember how much blade must be holding back and happily think that this can be his little reward.

but a sudden knocking on the door has you both pulling apart. you turn towards the door with a mutter of, i wonder who would come by at this time… before you turn to blade with a sympathetic smile.

“watch the caramel for me while i answer?”

he nods in affirmation and you’re off. his focus goes back to the pot with an angry grumble towards whoever decided to interrupt him.

“who is it?” you ask, scolding your house for not having a peephole.

“might i come in?” a familiar baritone voice comes muffled from behind the door.

“general?” you don’t ask anything more, opening the door to see his tall figure standing over you, a smile on his lips.

“what’re you doing here?”

“just thought i’d come visit, we haven’t had a conversation as just friends in awhile, hm?”

“i mean yeah but, today? i’m kind of busy.”

“blade won’t mind, right? mind if i come in?”

you’re stunned. how does he… you barely process anything before you’re instinctually stepping to the side as he walks in without waiting for your approval.

he surveys you, smiling at your stunned face.

“baking?”

“uh- oh! yeah… brownies,” you blink, still confused. “uhm are you here about work? did i not do something right or—”

jing yuan lifts his hand and cuts you off as he says, “nothing like that. i can’t miss a close friend? i promise that’s all this is, mere catching up. whenever i see you it’s always knight duties. don’t worry, i don’t intend on ruining your little date.”

he gets close and sets a heavy hand on the top of your head, rubbing slowly. you’re shocked at the sudden display of affection. but before you can question it, blade walks in, apron pristine— unlike yours— and wooden spoon dripping with caramel in hand. the sight of it has your mouth dry.

how can such a scary man be so cute?

everyone in the room is still and quiet, reasons all differing. you’re admiring, blade is questioning, and jing yuan is amused. and it isn’t long before blade’s expression turns dark, eyes glued to the hand on your head.

“blade? is the caramel done?”

“yeah, but you were taking awhile so i wanted to see what the hold up was. sorry for interrupting.” his tone is dripping with venom and you can’t help the shock that blankets your face.

“uh? what do you mean?”

but your question is answered when jing yuan takes his hand off your head and blade’s eyes follow the motion with dangerous intensity.

“oh! it’s not what you think!” you wave your hands, panicked, “i actually had no idea why he did that. uhm..” seeing as blade decided to have a one-sided glaring contest with jing yuan instead of listening, you don’t dare elaborate further, simply approaching blade to grab his hand.

“let’s go to the kitchen shall we? i’m sure general would love a brownie.” your tone is sheepish, looking at blade as your try dragging him to the kitchen.

under the scrutiny of your gaze, blade relents, making sure to let go of your hand in favor of placing it on your back. such a possessive action that he prays jing yuan takes note of.

luckily he does, but unfortunately, it’s not in the way blade wants. instead, jing yuan smirks.

blade holds back the bloodlust bubbling inside him and instead pulls you closer to him.

you get back to work on your goodies instantly, either unaware of the tense atmosphere or just ignoring it. whatever the reason, blade pays jing yuan no mind, watching you with rapt attention.

you’re carefully pouring the caramel into a glass measuring cup, or trying to.

“uh..” you struggle a bit balancing the hold of the pan and your hold on the cup. “can i get a little help over here please.”

blade sits up to make his way to you but stands back at the sight of jing yuan at your beck and call immediately. bile is rising up his throat at the sight of you both, and he can’t tell if the feeling in his chest comes from the pain of seeing you two so close or the terrifying urge to coat jing yuan in his own blood.

“ah i’m kind of embarrassed, i struggled so much with that little task and i’m a cloud knight,” you sighed pitifully, expression flustered.

jing yuan is quick to reassure you. “not to fret, a simple bump in the road, really. this has no correlation to your talent on the battlefield.”

your cheeks warm and you smile bashfully. “thank you, general.” hearing praise from someone you admired so gratefully was always nice.

“hey, we’re not working, no need to be so formal.”

“oh, if you say so… jing yuan.”

his smile is mischievous, something you don’t notice, but blade does. “that’s better.” his voice is suave and his eyes are full of amusement, even more so when his eyes clash with blade’s and he witnesses the fury that contorts his face.

“let’s check on the brownies, shall we? they should be about done.”

you agree, putting on your oven mitts to grab the pan from the oven. once they’re on a steady platform ready to cool, you turn to blade. you noticed his lack of presence near you, which was odd since he took any opportunity to be around you.

“blade?”

he looks up from the ground to stare at you and there’s something in his eyes that make you hesitate. is he upset with you? usually you’d ask but there was a guest and now wasn’t really the time.

“decorate the brownies with me?”

he mutters something under his breath that you don’t catch. his face looks upset and you’re afraid it might be directed towards you. “o-or not,” you stammer, scratching your cheek nervously but blade isn’t having it.

“i’ll decorate with you.” he notices the fall in your expression immediately and approaches you, admiring the glow in your eyes as you smile at him in relief.

blade shoves jing yuan away from you just for peace of mind, it wasn’t necessary but it quelled the pang in blade’s stomach just a little.

both you and jing yuan’s eyes are wide with shock, but you blink and brush it off, knowing now wasn’t an appropriate time to confront blade. jing yuan smirks, something neither you or blade catch.

blade cuts the brownies into equal squares before you’re plating in a neat way them and drizzling the caramel on top. jing yuan notices the fondness in blade’s eyes as he watches you work and ramble at the same time. and watches as you bring a brownie to blade’s lips, mimicking the “ah” with your lips as you feed him. you’re giggling and talking about something that doesn’t really require attention, but blade’s expression is open and intrigued, listening and watching you with his all.

jing yuan crosses his arms and leans against the counter, smiling at the absolute love for you that drips off of blade. he was so insanely whipped that jing yuan almost felt bad for his teasing.

but he just loved the anger that would cross blade’s expression, and the struggle he goes through as he questions saying anything.

his thoughts are cut off as you call his name, “do you want to try one?”

“of course, you made it after all.”

you flushed, unsure of where all these sudden compliments were coming from. you weren’t opposed to it per se, but it was unusual and definitely odd for him.

blade’s face twitched.

you picked a brownie from the plate, careful to not let the caramel touch your fingers.

“you’ll feed me too, right?”

huh!?

you stop in shock, brownie in hand, ready to approach him. your eyes trail to blade hoping to make eye contact with him, only to see him glaring at jing yuan with an anger you’ve never seen before.

“t-that’s not…” appropriate, would’ve been your words, but your general assured you, “i’m only kidding.”

you smile sheepishly, unsure how to go about his joke. so you try to let go of his words as you approach him. but the world must be forsaking you, for your foot catches on blade’s shoe and before you know it you’re falling to the ground extremely fast.

jing yuan’s reflexes has him catching you quickly, arm secured around you to ensure your safety.

“careful now.”

“thank you so much, jing yuan. that would’ve been humiliating, aha..”

you both don’t notice the veins that pop on blade’s forehead as he clutches his hands into fists with a strength that has his knuckles paling.

blade eyes the hand on your waist with disdain.

he has to convince his conscience that he rather you not fall.

blade survives the last ten minutes of jing yuan’s visit to the best of his abilities. watching him approach the door with a relief that is unfamiliar to him. jing yuan turns the knob, looking at you to try and spark one last conversation.

but blade’s decided that he’s had enough as he opens the door wider and shoves jing yuan out with hostility.

“you’ve overstayed your welcome. don’t come back,” are the words that leave his lips before he’s slamming the door in jing yuan’s face. once that’s over, his shoulders sag and he finally looks calm.

you blink up at him, confused and shocked, “blade? is there something wrong? you’ve been off since the general arrived.” you don’t mention what just happened.

instead of answering you directly, he wraps his arms around you, shoving his face in your neck as he breathes you in.

“never invite him over again.” he whispers, grip strong and warm.

“what’s wrong? i’ve never seen you look so angry.”

“that damned general.”

you’re still confused. but as you sift through the events of today in your head and remember all of the expressions blade directed towards your general, it’s like a light bulb pops off in your head.

“were you jealous?” you’re smirking, and blade decides this is an expression he doesn’t like.

“why wouldn’t i be? you wouldn’t like it if a woman offered to feed me and rub and pat my head while she compliments me, would you?”

you blink, placing yourself in blade’s position as you reenact the scenes in your head.

“y-you’re right..” you stammer, “i would not like that, but,” you turn your head towards blade with a soft, lovely heart stopping smile, “you don’t have to worry about other people. i’m yours, aren’t i?”

his eyes widen and he can’t deny the increase of his heart pace. a small red colors his cheeks and you revel in the fact that you made him of all people blush.

“you are. and i’m yours.” his lips are caressing your face, nearing your lips as he whispers.

“i’m never indulging you like that again…” your voice is quiet as you squeeze your eyes shut.

“are you sure? because i know of other ways you can indulge me,” he’s kissing your cheek, hand playing with the seams of your shirt as his fingers peek under with the promise of more.

you mimic his words from earlier and say, “you drive a hard bargain.” and he smirks.

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rom-e-o · 9 months

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One Breakfast At A Time -Modern!AU (Costance/Ebenezer) (Minific)

Morning light, diffused by the early morning clouds into a rosy glow that draped across London like a diaphanous net, seeped through the curtains. Ebenezer Scrooge, very much alert but moving the speed of molasses, inched out of his lover’s embrace without waking her, unwinding himself from the tangle or arms and bedsheets.

Constance DoGoode, his girlfriend of half a year, snoozed happily, smiling against her pillow as she turned away from the rays of sunlight seeping through the curtains.

She hugged the stuffed, silk-covered pillow beneath her head, auburn hair cascading down the milky fabric in waves of molten copper.

“Mmm….light as a feather, happy as an angel…” Constance mumbled in her sleep. “Mm, very merry…”

His hand went to his mouth as he chuckled with the utmost fondness at the sight. Constance was a heavy sleeper and dreamer, he’d learned. She often talked in her sleep, and he couldn’t help but be curious as to what she was dreaming about.

In addition to providing a series of amusing moments he’d often reveal to her later that morning, her murmuring also helped to confirm her lingering distraction.

With her still asleep, he could jump into action.

After making sure Constance was still asleep, he moved with quiet grace and giddiness to the kitchen of his London flat, collecting ingredients from the fridge and utensils to prepare a special breakfast. Their night together had been a private symphony of sighs, moans, and laughter, and now Ebenezer was determined to make the morning just as memorable.

With care, he selected fresh eggs, ripe tomatoes, and a medley of herbs from the kitchen's small garden, which he kept on a small windowsill. Years ago, he would have scoffed at the idea of stocking his kitchen so fully. Fresh food was a waste of money, as far as he’d been concerned. Now, the redeemed philanthropist couldn't help but smile to himself as he went about cooking, eager to surprise her with a homemade breakfast.

It wasn’t much, he supposed. He was no chef, but he took great joy in cooking for the woman he loved. It was the first time he’d done something like this for another, but he’d been planning the surprise for a week, when he’d used her late-shift at the coffee house as the opportunity to sneak some ingredients from the market and up into his fridge before leaving again to pick her up.

Predictably, she’d spent the night, so he was glad to have planned ahead.

In the cozy kitchen, he hummed a gentle tune as he worked. The clinking of dishes and the sizzle of ingredients provided a domestic harmony alongside him.

Meanwhile, Constance stirred in the bedroom, awakening to the comforting and savory scents wafting through the air. She stretched and yawned, her eyes fluttering open to the soft light that spilled into the room.

She shivered a bit, bare from their time together the night before, and reached across the bed for her discarded pajamas. She eased into the silk short and matching camisole with ease before retreating back to the warmth of the covers. It was tempting to roll over into her boyfriend's abandoned spot, where she knew the aroma of his cologne

Just as she nestled back in, she heard the clinking of cutlery and creak of soft footsteps on the flat’s historic hardwood floors.

Ebenezer entered the bedroom, a tray balanced in his hands with an array of delectable treats. A soft smile played on his lips as he approached the bed, where Constance sat up, blinking away the remnants of sleep.

"Good morning," he greeted her, his eyes reflecting the joy of the moment.

Constance's face lit up in response. "Good morning. What's all this?" she asked, eyeing the tray with curiosity.

"Breakfast in bed," Ebenezer announced, setting the tray before her. "I-It’s nothing much. Just a little something to make the morning special."

The tray bore a feast for the senses – fluffy scrambled eggs with herbs, slices of perfectly ripe tomatoes, and a steaming cup of rich coffee (which he knew she preferred over breakfast tea). A small vase with a single, delicate flower adorned the tray, adding a touch of elegance.

As Constance took in the scene before her, she couldn't help but feel a rush of warmth. "Nothing much? Ebenezer, this is wonderful! You didn't have to."

"I wanted to," he replied, settling down beside her on the bed. "To many more mornings just like this."

As they finished breakfast, Constance thanked him with another kiss on the cheek. “Do you need help with the dishes?"

“Oh, no, I’ll get them,” he said, stacking them on the tray artfully.

After multiple reassurance, he finally convinced her to leave the task to him.

As Constance disappeared into the bathroom for her morning shower, Ebenezer carried the tray to the kitchen sink with a smile. The clinking of plates and silverware echoed in the otherwise quiet flat provided a comforting soundtrack to his thoughts. When added to by the sound of rushing water from the shower bathroom

As he scrubbed plates clean in the sink, his mind wandered to the journey that had led him to this moment. Constance had walked into his life like a gentle sunrise, slowly illuminating the corners of his heart that had long been shrouded in shadows. Their connection felt deeper with each passing day, and he found himself reflecting on…well, just how much she meant to him.

The realization hit him with profound clarity – Constance wasn't just a fleeting chapter in his life. The thought of a future without her seemed unimaginable. It definitely wasn’t a future he wanted to live.

With the dishes neatly arranged and Constance still singing in the shower, Ebenezer dried his hands and settled into a moment of quiet contemplation. His heart swelled with affection, and the idea of a future together began to crystallize in his mind.

Proposing, the notion whispered softly through his thoughts. The word lingered in the air, carrying with it a promise of shared tomorrows. Ebenezer had never been one for impulsive decisions, but with Constance, it felt different – as if their connection transcended the ordinary rules of time.

A smile played on his lips as he envisioned the day he would ask her to be his forever. He could almost hear the words, feel the weight of the ring in his pocket, and see the joy in her eyes. Yet, he knew that such a moment required careful planning, the right setting, and the perfect words to properly and artfully convey the depth of his feelings.

Lost in these musings, he was startled by the sound of the shower shutting off. Constance emerged, wrapped in a towel, her laughter mingling with the remaining traces of steam in the air. She caught his eye, and the room seemed to brighten with her presence.

"What's got you smiling so much?" she asked, her eyes dancing with curiosity.

Ebenezer chuckled, his heart still dancing to the melody of his thoughts. "Just thinking about the future," he replied, reaching out to gently tuck a strand of damp hair behind her ear. "And how fortunate I am to have you in it."

She leaned in, pressing a sweet kiss to his cheek. "I feel the same way."

In that ordinary yet extraordinary morning, Ebenezer's heart swelled with the certainty that, someday, he would ask Constance to be his forever.

Until then, he would continue to try and show her with every passing moment just how much he adored her. One shared breakfast as a time.

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@quill-pen speaking of our earlier discussion, this is probably the shortest thing I've done for them, haha.

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I Don't Care About The Presents Underneath The Christmas Tree

Characters: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Steve accompanies you on a visit to the local Christmas Markets and gets a glimpse of what could be, if only he had the nerve to ask you out.

Word Count: 1350 words

Prompt: #1: Visiting cute little Christmas markets

A/N: For the effervescent @princessmisery666 who is an absolute legend. Also, I am still experiencing laptop issues so I can only apologise for posting this one a little late.

This had been a mistake and there was no way Steve could even begin to convince himself it wasn’t. This was torture in its purest form, and it was his own doing. Why he had agreed to this… well, he knew exactly why he’d said yes, it was because it meant spending time with you and he could never pass up that opportunity. The real problem was that the more time he spent in your presence the harder he was falling and you were blissfully unaware of his affections.

He had walked into the kitchen and interrupted a conversation between you and Bucky. The silence had lain thick in the air as you had frowned at Buck, whose lips had curled up in a smirk when he spotted Steve in the doorway.

“I can’t come with you, doll, but I do know someone who finished their paperwork last night.” Bucky had grinned and Steve wondered if he shouldn’t slowly back out of the room before whatever plan his friend had in mind was put in place. But then you had turned and looked at him with those eyes of yours. Those eyes that enchanted him, made him feel weightless and like he was falling at the same time. Those eyes that held the whole universe of happiness within them. Those eyes had him pinned to the spot as he frantically reminded himself to breathe.

“Hi, Steve.” You had smiled and his heart fluttered, a heat rising up the back of his neck. “Is there any chance you might want to come with me to the Christmas Market? Bucky’s just flaked out of me, and I can’t find Sam. Not that you’re my last choice or anything!” He caught the slight panic cross your face before he chuckled, reassuring you that he wasn’t offended.

So here he was, in the crisp December air, wandering through the incredibly crowded market, glancing at the artisan stalls and trying in vain to hold back his small, dreamy sighs whenever your hand rested on his arm. It was entirely unfair the hold you had on him. Something as simple as you saying his name was like a seismic event, so being the focus of your attention was beyond anything he had experienced.

Steve found his gaze resting on you more often than not, and he had to remind himself that it was unwise of him to stare, not only because you might catch him but also because the more he committed your features and mannerisms to his memory the more it hurt to know you weren’t his. You haunted his daydreams, made his heart ache with longing, and he couldn’t allow himself to truly relax and enjoy this time together because, if he did, it would only fuel his futile hopes. And yet, he couldn’t help himself. You were like a simmering stovetop that his intrusive thoughts encouraged him to touch, needing to feel that burn. Right now, your rejection would be a shallow cut, one that would hurt and sting like a paper cut, but the longer he entertained the fantasy of a life with you’re the deeper that wound would become, so it was better he just pulled away now, right? Safest all round.

“Hey, Steve, you wanna grab a hot chocolate?” The way your hot breath clouded in the cold air distracted him for a moment, and he hadn’t even realized he had nodded until you slipped your arm through his and tugged him towards the small stall boasting Gourmet Hot Chocolate, whatever that was.

Watching your eyes close as you took the first sip of your drink had a smile pulling at Steve’s lips, especially when he noticed the way the whipped cream clung to your top lip. How could you be so adorable and so oblivious? There were a thousand little things that you did that had a whirlwind of emotions careering around inside him, things he could never even hope to describe but that he was certain was love.

Once you had both finished your drinks you had slipped your hand into his, heading back off to explore the stalls. Logically, he knew you were holding his hand so you wouldn’t lose each other in the crowd, but for a fraction of a second he could pretend it was because you wanted to keep him close, that you craved contact with him as much as he craved your touch. He wished he could ignore these thoughts, but he didn’t have the energy to fight it anymore. He knew he was to blame for each stolen glance, for pretending there was something more than a tentative friendship between the two of you, and he reasoned that, at some point, he heat of his feelings for you would burn out and it wouldn’t hurt to be this close to you. Just not yet.

Instead, he spent the day trying on unflattering winter hats, reveling in your giggles. He had carried the growing number of bags from each of your purchases. He had tucked himself behind you as you had stood at the fudge counter and debated which treat Tony would appreciate more. The casual observer would probably have believed he was a dutiful boyfriend, his smiles reflecting you own when you looked up at him, his expression soft and tender when you weren’t.

Steve had lost count of the stalls the two of you had visited, but when you had turned to him and said you thought that was it, he wished there were more, even though the tip of his nose had turned red in the cold and he wasn’t entirely sure he could feel his toes. He was about to ask if you were sure when something caught your eye.

“Okay. I need you to stay right here. I just need to go grab one last thing.” You had flashed him a bright smile and then disappeared into the crowd, leaving him confused and cold in a way he couldn’t put his finger on. His eyes searched the vicinity, hoping to spot you returning to his side, feeling uneasy at your absence, when he spotted a small stall with handmade soaps.

Figuring that it wasn’t really that far from the spot you’d left him, he wandered over and his eyes lit up as he took in the beautiful handcrafted hampers. Steve could list the scents that combined reminded him of you. He knew your shampoo, your bodywash, your favourite scents, and so he asked the elderly lady behind the counter if it was possible to custom make a hamper.

Hiding his purchase in amongst the myriad of bags you had left him with, Steve felt incredibly proud of himself. He had swapped his Secret Santa with Bucky to ensure he had you, and now he had the perfect gift to add to the three other ‘perfect gifts’ he’d already purchased.

“There you are!” He turned and saw your narrow eyes, a look of annoyance which would have been convincing if it wasn’t for the ghost of a smile. “I thought I said that I needed you to stay right where I left you.”

“I’m right here, doll. Right where you need me to be.” He gave you a lopsided smile, unaware of the endearment which had fallen from his lips. Instead, he was taken with the way you tilted your head slightly, the thoughtful look in your eyes sending the cascade of butterflies off in his stomach once more.

“I think what we both need right now is to sit in front of the fire and listen to our idiot friend’s latest argument. I’m sure Sam and Buck will have something on the go by now.” You slipped your arm into his and he fought the urge to lean down and place a kiss to the top of your head.

“Yeah, we should probably go referee their latest argument.” He agreed, although he took his time walking back to the car with you, wanting to cling to these last few moments before you left the magic of the market.

#Steve Rogers #Steve Rogers x reader #Steven's Greetings #gndw fic

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rollingplate · 9 months

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Cloud Kitchen Benefits | Ghost Kitchen - The Rolling Plate

The Rolling Plate offers the best Food franchise opportunities with its Cloud Kitchen model. We specialize in low-investment, high-profit franchises in the practical food industry. Our virtual kitchen, a ghost kitchen, optimizes online food business franchise opportunities. Using the FOCO model franchise and FOFO franchise model, we provide a cost-effective entry into the profitable cloud kitchen business. Join us to benefit from the thriving online food market with a graceful and profitable food franchise venture.

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✨ WLW Wed: Dreamy Dorlene ✨

A biweekly HP femslash rec list made by the lovely members of the HP SAFFICS (18+) discord server. See all previous rec lists in the WLW Library.

Currently: Marlene McKinnon/Dorcas Meadowes Previously: Parvender (see list)

💫 - highly recc’d

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LONG & LUXURIOUS (>10k)

No Strings Attached by allthedeadgays [G, 53.7k]

Marlene [has] been waiting for the opportunity to compete at the Battle of the Bands for a long, long time; and [she's] quite sure that this will be an easy win. Until, that is, they find out that a certain band has also signed up— one that they have known and despised for months.

i was born for this by toulouser [T, 18.7k]

The one where Dorcas becomes Remus' fake girlfriend to make Sirius jealous. Turns out, she was trying to make someone else jealous as well.

seasons in desire by @dykesiriusblack [M, 12.2k]

She wants she wants she wants to move Dorcas’s hand higher and press it between her thighs, pull Dorcas in and let their lips touch. It doesn’t even have to be a full kiss. She would take the suggestion of a kiss, the ghost of one, the memory of one.

MEDIUM & MESMERIZING (3k-10k)

💫 sweet as rot by vaindumbass [M, 7.3k]

They ask her if she's innocent, if maybe she's not guilty. Everyone's guilty, these days, and so is she. If she worked together with Sirius Black, who is now on the run with Remus Lupin, and suspected for the deaths of James and Lily Potter, and the kidnapping of one Harry Potter? She did.

let the ghosts sleep tonight by outlaw_baby [NR, 7.1k]

The war makes ghosts of the bones and Marlene still finds it in her skeleton to be a useless lesbian, grief ridden and all.

💫 marlene mckinnon is not a coward. by AllThisAndLoveTooWillRuinUs [T, 6.1k]

In 1979, in the middle of a war, Marlene starts to come out. (aka a series of conversations in kitchens)

The Haunting at the Briggs Estate by @neurobabie [T, 5.6k]

Marlene is a demon girl trying to find her way in a modern world. Dorcas is starting at a marketing firm and trying to get her life in order. Marlene takes an interest in her, but not for the reasons you'd think.

💫 As The Light Disperses by @blanketed-in-stars [T, 3.9k]

The little house saw them at dusk and dawn and all the dark moments in between.

💫 Painting Marlene by You_must_tell_them_stories [T, 3.5k]

Marlene is lying on their sofa, languid and relaxed, eyes closed and body offered to Dorcas’s gaze. Dorcas paints her.

SHORT & SWEET (<3k)

Sunshine Type by @themaraudershavethephonebox [T, 2.0k]

Broke an attractive girl’s nose in a mosh pit? Least you can do is buy her a drink.

the worst thing that i ever did by dduucckk [T, 2.0k]

It’s funny, Marlene thinks, how in every movie she has ever seen, heartbreak is accompanied by dark clouds and pouring rain. She almost resents the bright summer sky, surely blue and cloudless just to spite her.

wish upon a star (make it shine, make it true) by the_crownless_queen [T, 1.4k]

Dorcas is born with a star on her shoulder blade. Still, for eleven years, that pinprick of light stays a pinprick.

She's on my arm now by JackNSallyGal [G, 1.3k]

They’re walking past the mostly boarded up buildings, hand in hand, when they spot the fresh wanted posters. Dorcas stops first, cocking her head at the sight. “I don’t suppose they could have found a worse picture of me.” “You?” Marlene demands. “I look like the wrong end of a mountain troll.”

love too, will ruin us by lesbian [M, 1.3k]

au where marlene and dorcas kill peter before he gets the chance to rat to voldemort abt the potters bc he was made secret-keeper

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🌙 Where can I find more Dorlene? 🌙

Dorlene: Tag on Tumblr | Tag on AO3

WLW Library: Tumblr | Tag | AO3

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What is a Cloud Kitchen?

A cloud kitchen operates solely for online food orders, without a dine-in option. It partners with food delivery platforms such as Zomato and Swiggy, allowing customers to place orders through apps. Cloud kitchens focus on preparing food efficiently in a small space, which helps reduce operating costs like rent, staff salaries, and utilities.

Unlike traditional restaurants, cloud kitchens allow entrepreneurs to run multiple brands from one kitchen, maximizing profits without the need for additional physical locations. This makes cloud kitchens a perfect business model for cities with a strong demand for food delivery services.

Why Cloud Kitchens are Popular in Cities like New Delhi, Hyderabad, Gurugram, and Bangalore Grow Food Delivery Market: These cities have a high demand for food delivery due to busy lifestyles, young professionals, and students who often prefer ordering food over cooking at home. Low Operating Costs: Rent in cities like New Delhi and Bangalore can be high. Cloud kitchens avoid these expenses by operating in small, efficient spaces. Flexibility: Entrepreneurs can experiment with different cuisines and multiple brands from a single kitchen, adapting quickly to market demands.

The Rolling Plate: A Leader in Cloud Kitchen Franchises

The Rolling Plate has become a trusted name in the cloud kitchen franchise industry, offering food business opportunities to aspiring entrepreneurs. Focusing on quality food and low-cost operations, The Rolling Plate has successfully expanded across major cities like New Delhi, Hyderabad, Gurugram, and Bangalore.

The brand’s unique selling point is its three franchise models: FOFO (Franchise Owned Franchise Operated), FOCO (Franchise Owned Company Operated), and FOPO (Franchise Owned Partner Operated). These models offer flexibility for investors depending on their involvement and investment preferences.

The Franchise Models of The Rolling Plate

FOFO (Franchise Owned Franchise Operated): In this model, the franchisee owns and operates the cloud kitchen. You handle day-to-day operations, from cooking to order management. This model is ideal for entrepreneurs who want hands-on involvement in their business.

FOCO (Franchise Owned Company Operated): In the FOCO model, the franchisee owns the kitchen, but The Rolling Plate manages the operations. The company handles everything, from food preparation to delivery, making this an excellent option for those looking for a passive income stream.

FOPO (Franchise Owned Partner Operated): This model is a hybrid between FOFO and FOCO. The franchisee and The Rolling Plate work together, with shared responsibilities for managing the kitchen and operations.

Why Choose The Rolling Plate in New Delhi, Hyderabad, Gurugram, and Bangalore?

Affordable Investment: Starting a traditional restaurant in cities like New Delhi or Bangalore requires significant investment in space, décor, staff, and more. With The Rolling Plate’s cloud kitchen model, you can start your business with a much lower initial investment.

Multiple Brands in One Kitchen: The Rolling Plate allows you to run multiple food brands from a single kitchen. This means you can cater to different customer preferences without needing separate spaces for each brand.

No Operational Hassles: In the FOCO and FOPO models, The Rolling Plate manages the daily operations, allowing franchisees to earn profits without worrying about kitchen management, staffing, or food quality.

Access to Established Brands: The Rolling Plate has over 20+ in-house brands like Chhupa Rustam, offering a wide variety of cuisines. You’ll get the benefit of established brand names, which attract customers and ensure consistent orders.

Growing Market for Food Delivery: Cities like Hyderabad and Gurugram are rapidly growing in terms of food delivery demand. By investing in a cloud kitchen with The Rolling Plate.

Expansion Across Key Cities New Delhi: As the capital of India, New Delhi is a bustling city with a massive demand for food delivery services. The Rolling Plate has a strong presence in the city, offering cloud kitchen franchises in various localities. The high population density and diverse customer base make it an ideal location for cloud kitchens to thrive.

Hyderabad: Known for its IT sector and young professional crowd, Hyderabad is a prime market for cloud kitchens. The city’s love for food, combined with the growing trend of online food orders, makes it a great place to start a cloud kitchen franchise with The Rolling Plate.

Gurugram: This city is home to many multinational companies and professionals who often rely on food delivery services. The Rolling Plate’s cloud kitchen model fits perfectly in this fast-paced city, where convenience and quick service are highly valued.

Bangalore: The IT hub of India, Bangalore, is another key market for The Rolling Plate. The city's tech-savvy population and thriving food delivery scene make it an excellent location for cloud kitchen franchises.

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Comprehensive Guide to People's University: Top Courses and Colleges in Bhopal

People's University in Bhopal stands out as one of the most prestigious educational institutions in Madhya Pradesh, offering a diverse range of academic programs. From medical and dental sciences to engineering, business administration, and hotel management, the university provides a comprehensive educational experience designed to prepare students for the global market. This guide covers the top courses offered at People's University, focusing on the Best MDS College in Bhopal, engineering in computer science, mechanical engineering, hotel management, and business administration.

Best MDS College in Bhopal

The People’s Dental Academy at People's University is widely regarded as the Best MDS College in Bhopal. It offers a Master of Dental Surgery (MDS) program, which is ideal for students looking to specialize in various fields of dentistry. The college is recognized for its state-of-the-art facilities, highly qualified faculty, and emphasis on both theoretical and practical aspects of dental education.

Specializations Offered:

Oral Surgery

Prosthodontics

Conservative Dentistry

Orthodontics

Periodontics

Why Choose People's University for MDS?

Experienced Faculty: Renowned professionals with years of experience.

Modern Infrastructure: Equipped with cutting-edge dental labs and clinics.

Practical Exposure: Hands-on training through clinical practice and internships.

Engineering in Computer Science College in Bhopal

People's University is home to the best engineering in computer science college in Bhopal. The School of Research & Technology, People's University, Bhopal (SORT) offers a highly competitive Bachelor of Engineering in Computer Science (B.E. CSE) program. This course equips students with foundational and advanced knowledge of computer programming, data structures, artificial intelligence, and software development.

Program Highlights:

Comprehensive Curriculum: Covers software engineering, machine learning, data science, and AI.

Industry Collaboration: Partnership with tech companies for internships and placements.

Placement Opportunities: Strong placement cell ensuring top positions in leading tech firms.

Why Choose People's University for Computer Science Engineering?

Tech-Ready Infrastructure: Advanced computer labs with the latest software.

Placement Record: Excellent campus recruitment by top IT companies.

Specialized Electives: Opportunity to study niche areas like cloud computing, cybersecurity, and AI.

Hotel Management Course Bhopal

People's University offers a comprehensive hotel management course in Bhopal through the People's Institute of Hotel Management, Catering Technology & Applied Nutrition. This institute is known for producing top professionals in the hospitality industry.

Course Offerings:

Bachelor of Hotel Management (BHM): A 4-year degree program focusing on hospitality operations.

Diploma in Hotel Management: A shorter, skill-based program for quick entry into the industry.

Why Choose People’s University for Hotel Management?

Global Exposure: Opportunities for internships at luxury hotels across India and abroad.

Industry Experts as Faculty: Learn from professionals who have extensive industry experience.

Hands-on Training: Practical experience in food production, front office, and housekeeping.

Hotel Management Institute Bhopal

The People’s Institute of Hotel Management is known as the best Hotel Management Institute in Bhopal. The institute not only focuses on academic learning but also emphasizes practical skills needed in the hospitality sector.

Features of the Institute:

World-Class Kitchens: Equipped with the latest culinary tools for food production training.

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tushar38 · 1 month

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Cloud Kitchen Technology: How Software is Revolutionizing Food Service

Cloud kitchens, also known as ghost kitchens or virtual kitchens, are transforming the food service industry by redefining how restaurants operate and deliver meals. Unlike traditional restaurants, cloud kitchens operate exclusively through delivery and takeout, without a physical dining space for customers. This innovative model leverages technology and data to streamline operations, reduce overhead costs, and meet the growing demand for convenience in dining.

The concept of a cloud kitchen revolves around a shared kitchen space where multiple restaurant brands or food concepts prepare meals for delivery. These kitchens are equipped with commercial-grade appliances and adhere to stringent health and safety standards. They are designed to optimize efficiency, allowing chefs to focus solely on food preparation without the distractions of front-of-house operations. This setup not only reduces rental and utility expenses associated with physical storefronts but also allows for flexibility in adapting to changing consumer preferences and market conditions.

One of the key drivers of the cloud kitchen model is the rise of online food delivery platforms. With the growing popularity of apps like Uber Eats, DoorDash, and Grubhub, consumers increasingly seek the convenience of having restaurant-quality meals delivered to their doorsteps. Cloud kitchens capitalize on this trend by partnering with these delivery platforms to reach a wide customer base without the need for a traditional restaurant location. By focusing on delivery, cloud kitchens can streamline their operations, optimize delivery routes, and enhance customer satisfaction through faster service.

Technology plays a crucial role in the success of cloud kitchens. Advanced kitchen management software, order processing systems, and data analytics tools enable cloud kitchens to operate efficiently and make data-driven decisions. For instance, predictive analytics can help forecast demand, manage inventory, and optimize menu offerings based on customer preferences and ordering patterns. This level of operational efficiency and adaptability is difficult to achieve with traditional restaurant models.

Moreover, cloud kitchens offer significant opportunities for culinary experimentation and brand diversification. Operators can test new menu items or concepts with minimal risk and investment, as they do not need to maintain a physical storefront. This flexibility allows for rapid iteration and innovation, catering to evolving consumer tastes and trends. For example, a cloud kitchen might operate several virtual brands from a single kitchen, each targeting different market segments or cuisines.

Despite their advantages, cloud kitchens also face challenges. Maintaining food quality and safety is paramount, especially when meals are prepared for delivery. Ensuring that food arrives at the right temperature and in good condition requires robust packaging solutions and efficient logistics. Additionally, competition in the cloud kitchen space is intensifying, with many operators vying for visibility and market share on popular delivery platforms.

In conclusion, cloud kitchens are reshaping the food industry by offering a cost-effective, flexible, and technology-driven approach to food service. As consumer preferences continue to shift towards convenience and delivery, the cloud kitchen model is likely to gain further traction. By leveraging technology, optimizing operations, and embracing innovation, cloud kitchens are set to play a pivotal role in the future of dining.

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filishas · 2 months

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Cloud Kitchen Market Growth Prospect, Future Trend, Comprehensive Analysis and Forecast

Market Introduction:

The latest research study titled Cloud Kitchen Market 2024: By Size, Trends, Share, Growth, Segments, Industry Analysis and Forecast, 2032 offers a comprehensive analysis of a rapidly growing industry. The report includes a detailed overview section outlining the purpose of the study, key objectives, and the scope of the analysis. Also, it highlights the market’s significance in the broader industry context and details the major trends shaping the landscape of the industry. The research report uses pictorial representations such as charts, graphs, and tables to help readers comprehend the information easily and make strategic decisions.

The research report presents qualitative data and key statistics related to the industry. It includes growth rate, current Cloud Kitchen Market size, and forecasts for future growth. Also, statistical information on unit sales, revenue shares, market shares of leading players and other important metrics have been provided in the study. Furthermore, the study taps into first-hand data for a more detailed analysis of the market. The report serves as a vital document for anyone interested or involved in the industry.

Market Stats: Global Cloud Kitchen Market size and share is currently valued at USD 45.78 billion in 2023 and is anticipated to generate an estimated revenue of USD 115.69 billion by 2032, according to the latest study by Polaris Market Research. Besides, the report notes that the market exhibits a robust 10.9% Compound Annual Growth Rate (CAGR) over the forecasted timeframe, 2024 - 2032

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Competitive Landscape:

This section of the research report offers a thorough analysis of the competitive landscape of the market. It identifies and profiles major industry participants, covering their market share, key strengths, and weaknesses. Besides, factors like product offerings, distribution channels, and pricing strategies have been covered. The research study examines recent market activities like mergers, acquisitions, and collaborations to understand their impact on the industry dynamics. Besides, SWOT analysis has been included in the report to help stakeholders identify the strengths, weaknesses, opportunities, and threats of key industry participants.

The major players operating in the Cloud Kitchen Market are:

City Storage Systems LLC

Dahmakan (Pop Meals)

DoorDash

Food Cheri

Frichti

Ghost Kitchen Orlando

KEATZ

Kitchen United

Kitopi

Nosh. Parsley box

Rebel Foods

Starbucks Coffee Company

Swiggy

Taster

The food Corridor

Wamda

Wetaca

Zuul Kitchens Inc.

Market Dynamics:

Growth Drivers: The research report covers all the major factors anticipated to drive the growth of the market. Besides, key industry trends and developments have been included in the report.

Technological Advancements: The study sheds light on all the major technological advancements projected to boost the Cloud Kitchen Market growth. Also, innovations and new product introductions by key industry participants have been detailed.

Regulatory Policies: The impact of regulatory changes and policies on the industry’s development has been examined and analyzed in the study for a more thorough market understanding.

Browse more Details: https://www.polarismarketresearch.com/industry-analysis/cloud-kitchen-market

Key Questions Answered in the Report:

How much is the Cloud Kitchen Market worth?

At what CAGR is the market projected to grow over the estimated period?

What factors contribute to the growth of the industry?

Which region is anticipated to hold the largest share of the market?

Which industry segment is projected to witness the fastest market growth?

What are the key opportunities and trends industry participants might encounter?

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motimahalgroup · 3 months

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MotiMahal Group - Cloud kitchen franchise opportunities

Start an award-winning business with Moti Mahal Group's Cloud Kitchen franchise opportunities. Take advantage of our decades of experience in the food industry and the growing demand for online food delivery services. Partner with us and be a part of our continued success in the competitive cloud kitchen market.

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sigigeigewifi · 3 months

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How To Get Coffea Franchise?

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May 17, 2024

Welcome to the franchise opportunities of Coffea, a name where the art of coffee is perfected over 15 years of passionate experience. As connoisseurs of this beloved brew, they take pride in serving the finest drinks made from perfectly roasted batches of beans. But you know, Coffea is not just about coffee; it’s about creating memorable moments with your loved ones. As coffee is best enjoyed with good company and a delectable meal, they have a range of delicious bites, expertly grilled to perfection. Whether it’s a hearty sandwich or a tasty snack, their menu is designed to add some unique taste to your coffee experience.

More About Coffea

Why Should You Go With Coffea?

Brand Recognition: They are present in over 50 locations, and thus it is a well-established brand with a loyal customer base. If you join their franchise that means you will become a part of a successful and recognised brand. High Returns on Investment: it offers high returns on investment, with average ROI exceeding 100% within the first 15–22 months. Operationally Running Formats: They have a lot of operationally running formats, such as kiosks, in-shop setups, and larger 1000 sq. ft. formats, making it easier for you to choose what fits best according to your budget. Halal Certification: Along with this their products are Halal certified, ensuring that they deliver to a diverse customer base.

Product Offering:

Their menu is specially designed to cater to a wide range of tastes and preferences. From hot and cold coffees to delicious bites and lite bites, there’s something for everyone :

Hot Serve:

Hot ChocolateTapri Coffee

Cold Serve:

Coffeea SmoothieCoffeea FrespressoCoffeea CocktailIce Tea BrewMocktailsFrespresso Shakes

Lite Bite:

Coffea Fries Saucy FriesCoffea Nachos MacaroniCoffea Pasta Coffea Sandwiches Coffea PizzaGarlic Bread Pan Fried Paneer Coffea Brownie Pancakes Choco Lava Coffea Club Sandwiches

Franchise Proposal:

So are you ready to be a part of their success story? Join in Pan India Expansion through the FOFO (Franchise Owned Franchise Operated) model. Here’s a snapshot of the financials: Kiosk Format: — Area Required: 300 sq. ft. — Total Investment: ₹10,00,000 — Franchise Fee: 500000 — Royalty: 0% — Average ROI: >100% — Payback Period: 15–17 Months In-Shop Format: — Area Required: 1000 sq. ft. — Total Investment: 1500000Franchise Fee: 700000– Royalty: 0% — Average ROI: >93% — Payback Period: 20–22 Months Ideal Partner Profile:

They are in search of partners who share their passion for the F&B industry and are dedicated to growing the brand in their local market. Ideal partners include:Big business groups or players in the food industry Partners with local market connections and capability to handle large areas Property/Real Estate owners willing to be part of a reputed brand Partners with experience and knowledge of retail markets Young entrepreneurs & corporate employees looking to start their own business

Brand Reasons to Partner With Them:

Concept food delectable to tasteCost-effective set-up High-profit margins Profit sharing model with no ambiguity Minimal staff requirements Options of Takeaway, Cloud Kitchen, and Dine-in Models Regular & in-depth training with proper dress code Research-based products Easy to operate model

Brand Process:

When you partner with Coffea, you’ll receive comprehensive support every step of the way:Location Determination: They will assist you in finding the perfect location for your Coffea franchise.Design Support: Their team will provide design support to ensure that your Coffea outlet is both attractive and functional. In-depth Training Support: They offer thorough training to ensure that you and your staff are fully prepared to run a successful Coffea franchise.Supply & Sourcing: They will help you in sourcing high-quality ingredients and materials for your Coffea outlet.Marketing Support: Their marketing team will provide them with the tools and strategies you need to promote your Coffea franchise effectively. Licence Guidance Support: They will assist you in navigating the licensing process to ensure that your Coffea franchise is fully compliant with all regulations. Unique Selling Proposition: Coffea’s unique selling proposition lies in their commitment to provide a diverse international range of coffee, food, and tea at affordable prices. With their ‘Made in India’ concept, they are dedicated to narrow the gap by providing an affordable menu that caters to diverse tastes. Sustainability Commitment: At Coffea, they are committed to sustainability. Their food items are packaged in biodegradable boxes, and they also provide double-walled paper straws to ensure that both your enjoyment and the environment are well taken care of.

Join the Coffea Family:

Make a wise investment choice and join the Coffea family today. With their proven track record of success and commitment to excellence, you can trust that a Coffea franchise is a recipe for success. Contact us today to learn more about this exciting opportunity!

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