#best couch cleaner spray

[housekeepinginfo]

The Best Couch Cleaners - According To Our Testing

Spills and stains happen, but you can clean them up with an upholstery cleaner. These cleaners work on many things, like furniture and car interiors. We tested 23 cleaners to find the best ones for you.

We looked at how well they work, how easy they are to carry, and how quiet they are. We also checked their value and how easy they are to use.

[femmefatalevibe]

Femme Fatale Guide: Products & Services Worth The Splurge

Fashion:

A great couple of bras in black/nude (your best skin-toned shade)

Comfortable, breathable, and seamless underwear

Outerwear (Coats, jackets, blazers)

The perfect pair of jeans

An LBD that works from day to night

Comfortable, sturdy, sleek, and timeless footwear (a versatile black boot, a black heel, white sneaker, and a black flat/loafer/sandal)

A timeless and versatile crossbody or shoulder bag (a larger one for the daytime/work or school and a smaller one for nighttime/events)

One or two well-made classic jewelry item(s)

A conversation-starting item or accessory

Beauty:

Sunscreen

Any skincare/skin cosmetic products that are game-changers for you

A quality hair brush, comb, and hair towel

Your signature scent

A quality razor/hair removal product

Vitamin C/Retinol serums

Reliable hair tools and sturdy nail tools

A quality hair heat protectant/scalp cleansing or conditioning spray

Makeup brushes and beauty tool cleaners

Home:

Lamps/lighting

Couch/desk chair

Everything for your bed: Bed frame, mattress/sheets/pillows, etc.

Knives

Dishwasher-safe and microwave-safe dishes & cups you love

A full-length mirror

Vacuum

Storage solutions/cedar blocks or moth balls

Quality holders for everything: Paper towels, shower storage, hooks, mailbox/key bowls

Name brand paper products/household cleaners

Electric toothbrush & Waterpik

Sound-proof headphones/Airpods

MacBook Air

Health & Wellness:

High-quality lettuce and/or sprouts

Organic frozen fruits and vegetables (if fresh is too pricey)

BPA-free canned goods

Potassium bromate & glyphosate-free grain products

Snacks free of artificial colors

Quality coffee

An at-home massage tool/heating pad

Fur products for skin/hair removal

Vitamin C/Retinol serums

Quality running shoes

Anything that goes near your vulva or into the vagina: Sex toys, lube, condoms, toy cleaners, pads/tampons/menstrual cups, cleansing wipes, etc.

A yoga mat, resistance band, and a pair of small ankle weights

Spotify subscription

Books and audiobooks

Services:

Therapy

A top-tier haircut

House cleaning (even if it's only once every couple of months)

Top-tier hair removal/brow maintenance services of your choice

Best doctors, dentists, OB/GYN, and dermatologists you can get

At least one personal training/styling session in your life

Professional/Social:

Ownership of the domain for your full legal/professional name and/or business name

A CPA/bookkeeper/fiduciary financial advisor

Automation workflow/content management system software

A lawyer for contract review/LLC services

Personalized stationery/"Thank You" cards

Memorable client gifting for the holidays/milestone successes

Niche skill-based certifications (Google, AWS, Hubspot, etc.) or courses made by trusted professionals in your field

Subscriptions in world-leading and industry-authority digital publications

[delirious-donna]

Tales From The Housekeeper [Extra Drabble]

story summary: Your best friend lets you crash at her place over the spring break since you have nowhere else to go. Little did you know that it isn't actually her place. Instead, it belongs to a tall (grumpy) hot guy who finds you in his apartment–her brother.

an: despite never being seen, the developing relationship between you and Kento has been witnessed up close. Mrs McGarden has been Nanami's cleaner for many years and she knows in her heart what is happening within the walls of the apartment... a little diary that I thought was a fun idea.

warning: none, SFW, fluff and humour

Series Masterlist

𝓜𝓻𝓼 𝓜𝓬𝓖𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓮𝓷’𝓼 𝓒𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓛𝓸𝓰

𝓒𝓵𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓝𝓪𝓶𝓮: Nanami Kento 

𝓟𝓻𝓲𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓮𝓼: general tidying, kitchen deep cleaned once a week and trash to be removed, vacuum and mop every other day, windows on a Friday, ad hoc jobs as and when 

𝓒𝓵𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓼: very polite, young professional man, values his privacy, has a younger sister who has been known to visit unexpectedly (she has her own key for the door, keycard for the elevator and the passcodes), sister aside it is unusual for others to be visiting. Enjoys homemade bread and good coffee (reminder to bring by baked goods every now and then – especially banana bread and caramel pecan muffins) 

𝓢𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓼: steer clear of anything overly floral, prefers subtle scents that evoke a sense of cleanliness, use Tom Ford Ébène Fumé reed diffuser in the master bedroom 

𝓜𝓸𝓷𝓭𝓪𝔂

No incidents to report. Apartment was empty on entry. Kitchen deep cleaned, skirting boards and cupboard doors included. Trash emptied. Took receipt of laundered items – left on master bed as requested. Replaced diffusers in living room and both bathrooms. 

𝓣𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓭𝓪𝔂

Strange phone call from Miss Nanami, client’s younger sister. I… I don’t know how to feel about it all. Over the years of my employment, I have grown very fond of Mr Nanami and whilst I do not see him most of the times I am here, on the occasions we do cross paths, he is always courteous and easy to converse with. That being said, I am not sure if I wish to be a part of the scheme she has proposed. I will have to think on it this evening, perhaps I will run it past Mr McGarden to see what he thinks of it all… 

Oh, before I forget. No other incidents to report. Linens from the beds stripped and remade with new sheets. All floors hoovered or mopped as planned. Plants watered. 

𝓦𝓮𝓭𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓭𝓪𝔂

I don’t know if my conscious will hold out, but I have decided that I could not ignore the plight of Miss Karin’s friend. What kind of woman would I be if I were not to allow a young woman a safe place to stay? I’ll be honest, Miss Karin was extremely persuasive… she would make an excellent lawyer. All I have to do is act oblivious if asked, which should not be a problem given the upcoming business trip. It might be nice to have a feminine presence in the apartment, and I can remove all trace of her before Mr Nanami returns, of that I am certain. 

One broken coffee mug (I expect my clumsiness was a result of my slightly frayed nerves) and I have left a note with the promise of replacing it. Couch cushions fluffed, blankets refolded and the ceiling fan and other hard to reach areas dusted. Counters sprayed down with disinfectant. List made for tomorrow – operation deep clean. 

𝓣𝓱𝓾𝓻𝓼𝓭𝓪𝔂

If I listed everything here it would take me an age. Suffice it to say the apartment is spotless, and I have left a Tupperware box of fruit scones for Mr Nanami to take away with him on his trip (my guilty conscious acting again and Mr McGarden was rather upset that there were no leftovers for him). Funny that I didn’t see his luggage out of the closet yet, perhaps he is packing last minute. I am both nervous and excited. I feel like a co-conspirator of some awful heist! 

𝓕𝓻𝓲𝓭𝓪𝔂

I am a nervous wreck… I barely slept last night and found myself starting work far earlier than normal simply because I couldn’t relax. All last-minute details straightened out. Mr Nanami had left for work or the airport by the time I arrived. Unusually there were some leftovers from the previous evening left out – a crystal tumbler with a hint of whisky in the bottom and a bowl with the stems of grapes. It’s not like him to not pick up after himself but maybe he was in a rush. I left as quickly as I could, not wishing to startle the poor girl who would be staying in the apartment. This is going to be fine, right? Oh, dear lord, what have I let myself in for… 

𝓜𝓸𝓷𝓭𝓪𝔂

If I avoid being fired it will be a miracle. From what I’ve heard there was a mix-up and now Mr Nanami knows of his sister’s scheme and apparently, she might have thrown me under the bus too. I will be having words with her as soon as she deems to answer my calls, the little madam. I caught the barest glimpse of the guest this morning as she was heading into her room, she smiled and I got the sense that despite the confusion, she is happy to be here. 

Mr Nanami, on the other hand, had less to say to me than I thought. He asked if I had known about Miss Karin’s plan and I couldn’t play dumb, not under his gaze. The man can be intimidating without really trying and I hope to goodness he hasn’t scared the poor woman. Rather than react with anger, he simply tightened his jaw and gave a firm nod. There is something different about him, I’m not sure what makes me say that, call it woman’s intuition. I am on reduced hours until his guest leaves and I can only hope he doesn’t reconsider my offer of resignation. I really would miss him as a client. 

𝓣𝓱𝓾𝓻𝓼𝓭𝓪𝔂 

There is something brewing here, I can feel it. What I claimed as woman’s intuition is now so much more. Mr Nanami is more relaxed than I have ever seen him, and he wears it well. It is nice to see him looking less tired, his eyes are brighter, and I would swear he smiles more frequently. His companion is doing wonders for his mood and no wonder, she is such a lovely young thing. Very intelligent, witty, and most importantly, she doesn’t let anyone walk over her. We have chatted once or twice but only for a minute. I like her, and I don’t believe I am alone in that sentiment. 

I keep forgetting to detail my tasks, I would forget my head if it weren’t screwed on as Mr McGarden likes to remind me. Linens changed. Laundry ordered for collection on Monday morning. Floors cleaned. Mug replaced from last week. Plants watered and pruned. 

𝓜𝓸𝓷𝓭𝓪𝔂

Oh, my days. I don’t know what to think. The atmosphere continues to change every time I visit. Today it seems the two of them have ventured to the National Museum together. Would one consider that a date? Maybe I am reading into things too much. Too many Mills and Boon novels in my nightstand. He deserves happiness. Money can only afford so much. I’ve worked for Mr Nanami long enough to want to see him settle and be happy. I dare not get my hopes up but it’s impossible when I witness these furtive little glances between them. It’s also rather funny how they seem to fall silent whenever I am within earshot. It reminds me of my courting days… 

Living area straightened, a dog-eared book found down the side of the couch cushions, and I doubt it belongs to Mr Nanami. His bookshelves are stuffed full, but each book is in pristine, unread condition. The man simply does not have time for reading. Maybe they will change. Floors cleaned. I can’t help but notice that the apartment feels far more lived in than it ever has. Diffuser changed in the master bedroom. 

𝓦𝓮𝓭𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓭𝓪𝔂

She left. I don’t know what else to say. The apartment is a mess, well, as messy as I’ve ever seen it. Decorative ribbon on the living room floor, a half empty bottle of whisky on the kitchen island, two mugs unused but set out… Mr Nanami refuses to speak to me, refuses to even meet my eye. I’d take it for anger if I didn’t know better. There is guilt in his gaze. Whatever happened yesterday, he won’t be drawn on the matter. I’ve thought to call Miss Karin but is it my place? Never have I seen the man so dishevelled and utterly miserable. I suspect he hasn’t bathed as I can smell the lingering alcohol when he slouches past. I don’t like this. I should have never meddled in his affairs. Just when I thought he might have found someone to brighten his days… oh, it’s such a mess. 

Kitchen disinfected, dishwasher emptied and reloaded. Living area tidied except for the ribbon which I dare not touch. Bedrooms… the guest room is barren and sad. Mr Nanami prevented me from stripping the linens, in fact, he practically shooed me from the room. Bathrooms cleaned. There is a lump in my throat as I write this. I wish I had never been a part of any of this, not when it has seemingly ended so disastrously. What shall I do? I suppose that nothing would be the best answer, it is not my business to meddle in. 

𝓕𝓻𝓲𝓭𝓪𝔂

No one was home. I worry that Mr Nanami is not eating, there is very little trash and no leftovers in the fridge. I couldn’t help but peek inside the bedroom next to his and I found it exactly as it had been the last time I was here. The sheets are made but the ruffles show the clear form of a body huddled atop the bed. I’m not sure if it’s from the poor girl or if Mr Nanami has taken to sleeping in here. A sadness remains and I’ve taken to completing my tasks as quickly as possible to escape the gloom. If things have not improved over the weekend… perhaps I can offer a friendly ear? I doubt he would accept the offer, but I can’t continue on like this and feeling partly responsible. 

Windows washed. Floors cleaned. Empty liquor bottles taken out for recycling… he never normally drinks this heavily.  

𝓜𝓸𝓷𝓭𝓪𝔂

I was running late today, and of all the days to fall behind. It must be serendipitous! The key was barely in the lock when my phone rang from the depths of my bag. Lo and behold… Miss Karin had finally returned my calls. I was halfway through giving her a mouthful when she cut me off with seven words that I will remember for years to come.  

He left work to go find her. 

I’m in shock. Never have I known Mr Nanami to leave work before the day was done. In fact, he often worked far later than he needed to just to stay ahead of the competition. There was something in Miss Karin’s voice, I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but she knows more than she was letting on. I could have cried on the spot. 

Linens changed although I have again left the guest bedroom. Kitchen deep cleaned. Plants watered and pruned. Dusting done. I took the liberty of baking some bread whilst I was here. The sun was long down by the time I left. I guess I lingered in the hopes of maybe seeing them both, but it wasn’t to be. There is hope in my heart once more and I will nurture it. Mr McGarden picked me up this evening and listened to me on the drive home. He told me about a saying from the country he was born and raised in… ‘whits fur ye’ll no go by ye’, which means what is for you will not go by you and I believe that in my heart. 

There will be a happy ending, or I will eat my hat! 

[tuliptired]

hi! ive read so many fics where egon's love interest is super smart and a scientist just like him but i kinda wanna reader the opposite at least once :') may i request an egon x reader where his s/o isnt super smart like him, doesnt have an interest in what he studies but is supportive, never went to college, and they're a high school drop out who got their GED through GED classes? maybe one day they're feeling self-conscious about their intelligence compared to him but he assures them that he loves them no matter what?

Please Stay with Your Own Kind (and I'll Stay with Mine)

Pairing: Egon Spengler/Gn!Reader

Warnings: Accidental cut while cooking (stay safe friends :[ )

Sorry this took ridiculously long, life caught up to me and I had to do this ask justice by unpacking all my junk from when I was struggling with school ( ╥ω╥ )

Better formatting on Ao3!!

 You wiped your cheek with the heel of your hand, dust left in its wake. You pushed your couch back into place with a grunt, trying your best to tune out the noise coming from your kitchen table. Normally, if anyone barged in while you were trying to clean and insisted on using your apartment for experimentation, you’d be more than ticked off. But, you were used to it by now, especially at this point in your relationship with a certain atypical scientist. How could you resist him, when he7 was muttering something about elevation and better work environments?

They say cleaning is the best way to get rid of unwanted guests, but Egon was far from colloquial, only ever sneezing as you dusted the space around him. There were bolts and screws littered all over the wood, but you couldn’t bring yourself to mind. He was so busy lately, either at the firehouse or the university he had a fellowship with, that any visit was one to cherish. Even if it meant your centerpiece had to be relocated to the floor.

You stood, hands on your hips as none of your under-the-sink rummaging rewarded you with the little purple spray bottle you were looking for. “Egon?” You turned, the man zeroed in on the mechanism taking up such a small spot on the table.

He hummed, referring back to a large notebook without looking at you. “Could you check the bathroom for my window cleaner?”

Another hum as he kept working. This guy.

“Egon.”

He finally lifted his head, glasses slightly askew. “Right. Sorry.” he nodded once, before disappearing down the hall.

 Your eyebrows twitched upwards as you let out a light sigh, peering down at the contraption delicately, like your gaze could shatter all of his hard work. It was barely the same size as your landline, appearing almost miniscule when in your significant other’s large hands. How could such a tiny thing hold so much of his attention? Or require all the other machinery and calculation around it? Upon further inspection you could see intricate wiring woven throughout its insides. You clicked your tongue. This was all beside you- or above you, if you were being honest. You supported Egon, you really did, but Egon was physics, electromagnetism, degrees and doctorates in studies you’d never even heard of. And here you were, worrying about which set of patterned throw pillows fit the season more. 

The phone rang, stealing you from your moment of introspection, laced with contempt for whatever it was on your table. You took a breath before answering, voice uncertain about who would be calling so close to dinner. “Hello?”

“I’m calling from Columbia- Institute of Advanced Theoretical Research. Is Dr. Spengler around? This is one of the numbers he left for us.” The caller sounded boyish, and eager, rushing through his words.

You were a bit flattered at the idea of your line being an after-hours contact for him. “He’ll be just a second,” you apologized, leaning over to look into the darkness of the unlit hallway. Maybe you forgot to pick up another bottle at the store after all.

There was a staticky silence on the young man’s end, the excited murmur of voices when you picked up now lulled. You could hear him clear his throat before he spoke again. “If you don’t mind me assuming…you’re his partner, right?” he questioned.

“Oh! I am. He passes through here from time to time with work.” Your face heated up in such a silly way in spite of how long you’d been together. 

Surprised murmuring. Did he have company? “That’s great! Dr. Spengler’s a pretty big deal around here,” he boasted enthusiastically.

“Is he?” you smiled to yourself. “I don’t doubt he’s a decent scientist.”

“Of course! We’re all admirers, here.” he gushed. “I dream of being half the scholar he is. Dozens of degrees, 2 doctorates- he’s essentially a genius.”

You shuffled on your feet, amused at his vigor, but reaching that part of conversations surrounding intelligence and tertiary education that prodded at a nastier version of yourself. “Don’t I know it.”

He continued. “We study his journals like they’re gospel. He’s made such big progress in paramagnotheric study that we’re here working for him like drones. Grateful drones.” The student took a pause for air. “That’s why I called- we have big news for him.”

“It’s great- that you’re all so dedicated,” you squinted back down the hall.

Another scratchy moment without words. “I’d be so embarrassed, if he heard me raving like this. What about you?”

“Huh?”

“I mean, Dr. Spengler must have pretty refined tastes. What’s your doctorate in?”

Your throat tightened as you involuntarily clenched your jaw. You really thought you were over this question. Where was Egon? You could live with printed-stained glass if he’d save you from the incoming conversation. You drew in another breath. “Didn’t get that far.” 

“Oh! Sorry for assuming. Your master’s? We had bets on chemistry or neuroscience. Maggie had $20 on you being Dr. Abrams from engineering.”

Does he know that’s not a thing you say to a stranger? God, this was giving you a headache. “Only a GED,” you divulged painfully, snapping in speed but not in tone. What followed was what always followed, most frequently in the early days of your relationship. It was the stunned moment of disbelief from friends and family who knew your academic history. The lingering internal question of: “how’d they get with Einstein?”

“I see,” the caller finally stammered, most likely to be polite.

“Different things…it got away from me. If I could’ve, I would’ve,” you trailed off, not finishing your thought as you cringed at the idea of trying to explain your lack of a traditional diploma to someone who didn’t sound old enough to be far into their graduate schooling.

He cleared his throat. “I get it.” Did he? He’s got handfuls of degrees to add to his name. In the bitter respite of dead air, a venom uncoiled inside of you that was reserved to classmates in the gifted and talented program. But it wasn’t his fault, really. He was only a young adult going down the path that was open to him. And fangirling over your boyfriend, you thought to yourself as you wordlessly rewound it.

Finally, finally , Egon returned, with a clear liquid that wasn’t your window cleaner. But his presence didn’t make you feel any sort of reassurance. “Cladosporium growing in your grout. I made a fungicide for it.”

You furrowed your brows, pressing the phone into his chest and stalking off, leaving him to nearly drop the landline and whatever solution he was holding.

You resigned yourself to stewing in your misery and chopping carrots. You weren’t an exemplary chef, but you both needed to eat. Feelings that you’d be harboring in the back of yourself were boiling inside of you like oil, hotter than water. Egon appeared in the kitchen, having hung up.

“That was Lucas, from the university,” you heard behind you.

“I gathered.”

Egon must’ve failed to pick up on your tone. “He’s a bright young man. He manages the lab well when I’m gone.” You grabbed another vegetable before he settled at your side. “What’re you making?”

“Stew- rice- something. Could you get the stock out the fridge?” You cut awfully close to the tip of your pointer finger.

He tried handing it to you gently, and you grabbed it without looking, ducking into the cabinet by the oven for your measuring cup. Holding it up to the light, you cursed at the odd units of measurement. “ 15 fluid ounces,” you read the chipped red lettering, “how many cups-”

“1.87.” You didn’t turn to face him, letting a puff of air escape your nostrils. “Or 1.9,” he added quickly.

You poured it into the pot, steam rising into your face. Egon was quiet, until he leaned against the counter, taking up a much duller knife to help you get through all the vegetables before the broth burnt out. “About the mold in your bathroom,” he started. “I can remove it for you, but I’m worried about your respiratory health. Untreated fungi that you can see means untreated fungi that you can’t.” Wasn’t that reserved for roaches? Your skin crawled at the thought- of mold and an infestation. “Pathogenic diseases from mold are nothing to play around with.”

“It’s fine,” you uttered, checking on a pot of rice, fingers carefully holding onto the protected part of the hot metal handle.

“Killing it? I have sodium bicarbonate and trisodium phosphate back at the firehouse, it’ll only take-”

You grip the wooden spoon in your hand tightly, nails digging into the flesh of your palm. “No, I mean- don’t do anything! To my bathroom. Or my house. Please.” you nearly pleaded, shutting your eyes and stirring the contents of your dinner. 

Egon complied, wordlessly giving you a bit of space as he added the last potato. You chewed your lip.

“You usually ask for all the details from school.” his voice was barely audible.

A deep weight settled in your stomach. “It slipped my mind.” You spotted a bundle of thyme that never made it in, mindlessly plucking it from the countertop and going back to chopping. “What happened?” you breathed out.

His eyes were on you. “They’re making good strides. Lots of excitement, since they got the cells they engineered to detect psychokinetic energy in electromagnetic conditions. I don’t like leaving them alone, but this was nowhere near an actual challenge- it’s simple trigonometry.” Any other day, the “respected professor” thing would be hot. If you weren’t so focused on finely dicing the herb, you’d have seen his smirk to himself. “They were so happy- to get through the easier part of research.”

“Shit,” you hissed. The knife must’ve slipped, probably from how tense your hands were, or how thin you were slicing, or from how your vision clouded with tears of frustration. Regardless, it nicked into your flesh, quickly drawing blood. You brought the junction between thumb and pointer finger to your lips, before Egon seized your wrist. 

Egon herded you to the sink instead, his talk of “700 different types of bacteria” and “immunocompromised from mold inhalation” lost on you. You drew your wet hand back, lifting both to your eyes, now squeezed shut as you turned away. This whole thing was so, so stupid. It had been so long, and you still felt so angry. The outside world was tuned out from the rushing of water out of the faucet, until Egon’s voice broke through, even if it sounded far- as if he was on the other side of your apartment. 

“I’m sorry. You’re upset, and I don’t know how to help you.” 

A quivering air left you after you shut the sink off. He didn’t deserve your bad mood- or years worth of a bad mood. If you weren’t mad at the boy over the phone, or Egon, the only person left to scorn was yourself. Your vexation crumpled inward, turning into sadness. Self-pity. Resentment. Guilt. 

A thick swallow. “No- I’m sorry that I’ve been short with you today. It’s just- I’m- I don’t-”

Egon’s hands were guiding you to your table before you could break. In between joining you in the kitchen and taking the phone, he must’ve packed up what was left of the work he brought over, something you silently thanked him for. You sat in silence, not knowing how long you must’ve taken to steady your breathing and clear your head. Regardless, he sat with you the entire time, never once pushing you as his hand rested in yours, thumb laid clinically over your pulse point. He’s a creature of habit.

You looked to him, eyes a tinge red. “We’re getting older.” You lifted your gaze fondly to a familiar notch in between his eyebrows. It was only faint, something you’d teased him about because of his lack of efforts to stop or delay aging, but it wasn’t always there. “Much, much older.” Egon’s expression was neutral, something that brought you comfort when it should’ve worried you. “I admire you. So much. And so does everyone else- which you deserve. You’ve worked so hard, for so long, and you’re somebody, Dr. Spengler .” You gave him a weak smile that melted away as you blinked . “ And I’m awful for thinking it, awful for feeling it, but you don’t deserve an idiot who couldn’t even make it to graduation.” Hot tears gathered in your eyes again as your voice was shaky. “I’m holding you back from something bigger.”

His face was softer. “And, I feel like garbage. Utter and complete garbage because so much has happened since then and it still feels like I failed.” You could remember the first time Egon urged you to let him know how you felt, after every confession of unpleasant feelings felt like an unbalanced apology. He was allowing you to feel, without guilt. “It’s this nagging and incessant idea that I’m nothing.” You let your chest fall and rise. “Dr. Abrams wouldn’t do this.” a pitiful attempt at a joke. 

The ghost of amusement. His thumb gently caressed your pulse point, the heartbeat that was once in your throat resigned back to being a dull throb in your chest. He took a moment before speaking, voice small. “It’s not untrue that I value education.” Egon’s eyes rose to your own. “But I’d be closer to an idiot than you’ll ever be if I valued it over you, and your presence in my life.”

 “I’m sorry if I failed to notice how you’ve been feeling.” Egon took your other hand, the one that laid limply on the tabletop. “Do you think I’d be with anyone else just because they had a doctorate? A PhD?”

You shook your head, growing red under his sudden passion. “Egon, I-”

“It doesn’t matter to me, because they wouldn’t be you. You are so much more than an abbreviation.” Tears flowed freely from your eyes, and he gently wiped them away every time, hands cradling your wet cheeks. “Besides. Dr. Abrams isn’t half as interesting as you are.”

Egon smiled at you, eyes crinkling as you returned it. 

There was a hiss of smoke from the kitchen that made him flinch, the threat of fire making you scramble back to the stove. As you cut the heat, you winced at the sight of liquid and vegetables burnt black and stuck to the bottom of the pot. 

“Ah, man. I’m sorry,” you frowned, switching on the fan.

“Things get away from us,” Egon held your shoulders, smiling as he pressed a kiss into your hair.

[clemeientene]

𝗕𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗖𝗛 𝗫 𝗕𝗟𝗢𝗢𝗗 || Yan!Hitman x Gn!Reader

[ 01 ] ✦ 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒓. 𝒛𝒚

previous chapter: 00 [ prologue ]

There’s blood on the floor.

Not, like, a little blood. Not a neat, aesthetic, movie-style blood splatter where it’s all conveniently pooled in one dramatic spot. No.

This? This is a crime scene.

You’re talking arterial spray on the walls, smeared footprints on the hardwood, and what you’re pretty sure is a whole-ass finger lying casually by the rug.

And Mr. Zy?

He’s standing right in the middle of it, cool as ever, unbothered as he reloads his pistol—which has a name, by the way, because of course it does.

(You don’t know the name yet. But judging by the way he handles it, like it’s something precious, something personal—you can tell. This man has named his murder weapon.)

Meanwhile, you are trying very hard to focus on the absolute horror in front of you, instead of the fact that he smells ridiculously good.

Like, insultingly good.

Dark cologne, warm spice, a hint of gunpowder and expensive tobacco. It’s the kind of scent that lingers, that gets into your head, that makes you forget—

(No. Stop. Focus. There is a literal massacre in front of you. Get it together.)

You take a slow, steady breath. Survey the damage. There are three bodies—one on the couch (a gunshot to the temple), another slumped against the bar (throat slit clean through), and one poor bastard who looks like he had a lot of last words before he finally dropped.

Zy, for his part, barely even glances at them. Instead, he adjusts his sleeves—black gloves pulled snug—and finally acknowledges you.

Zy: "Clean it up."

…Huh.

No please? No wow, you’re so brave and skilled for taking on this morally questionable job?

Okay. You see how it is.

You cross your arms, careful not to step into a blood puddle.

You: "That’s a lot of mess for one person."

Zy doesn’t react. Just tilts his head slightly, deep blue eyes dragging over you in a slow, assessing look.

Zy: "You said you were good at cleaning."

You hold back a sigh.

Right. That was technically your fault. You did let your arrogance get the best of you when you accepted this job.

(You were trying to look professional. You may have accidentally come off as cocky. Oops.)

Still, as annoying as this situation is… you can’t exactly say no.

Because who is Mr. Zy?

Mr. Zy is the kind of man who walks into a room and owns it without speaking.

Mr. Zy is dangerous. 

And yet—he hired you.

Which means he sees something in you.

Maybe it’s just your efficiency. Maybe it’s the fact that you don’t panic when faced with carnage. Maybe he just thinks you’re quiet.

(Which is ironic, because you are not quiet. You are internally screaming. You just happen to be simping too hard to say anything out loud.)

Either way…

You roll your shoulders, exhale slowly, and step toward the bloodied crime scene.

You: "Fine. But I’m charging extra for the rug."

He raised a brow and sighed.

You pretend you don’t notice.

Because if you do?

You might start simping out loud.

Alright. Time to prove you’re the best damn cleaner this crime world has ever seen.

You roll up your sleeves, crack your knuckles, and get to work.

Step One: Assess the Damage

Before you touch anything, you scan the scene with a professional eye.

Three bodies → Means three sources of blood, each with different splatter patterns.

Blood types → Some fresh (still bright red, wet), some drying (turning darker, tacky).

Possible forensic evidence → Shoe prints, fingerprints on surfaces, stray hairs, bullet casings.

Carpet stains → The worst. Fibers soak up blood, making it hell to remove.

Wooden floor → Can stain if left too long, but smooth surfaces are easier to clean.

You need to work fast before coagulation sets in. Blood thickens quickly, and if it soaks into porous surfaces, it’s going to be a nightmare to remove.

Step Two: Eliminate the Evidence

You don’t just clean. You erase.

Gloves first. No leaving your own prints behind.

Remove the bodies. Blood is easier to deal with when it’s not actively leaking from a corpse. (You don’t do body disposal, but you drag them into the bathroom for now. Out of sight, out of mind.)

Bullet casings? Pick them up. Don’t leave behind anything that could be traced.

Step Three: The Blood Problem

→ For fresh blood (wet, bright red):

You dab, never rub. (Rubbing spreads it, pushing it deeper into the fibers.)

Hydrogen peroxide? A lifesaver. It breaks down the proteins in blood. You pour it on the stain, let it bubble, and then blot it up.

If no peroxide, a mix of cold water and salt works too. (Cold water keeps blood from setting. Never use hot—it cooks the proteins, making it permanent.)

→ For drying blood (darker, sticky):

A little more stubborn. You use baking soda and white vinegar, scrubbing gently with a brush to lift it off.

For the wood floor, you mix dish soap, a little ammonia, and cold water—wipe, let sit, wipe again.

→ For the carpet (the worst part):

You sprinkle cornstarch over the stain first. It absorbs the blood. Let it sit before vacuuming.

Then, hydrogen peroxide + dish soap solution—dab, scrub, repeat.

At some point, Mr. Zy leans against the wall, watching.

You pointedly ignore the fact that he’s standing there, arms crossed, cigarette between his fingers, smelling like murder and expensive cologne.

Focus.

Step Four: Finishing Touches

Wipe down every surface. Light switches, door handles, anything that might have prints.

Neutralize the air. Blood has a very distinct, metallic scent. You open windows, use a mix of vinegar and water to clear it out. (Lemon helps too, but not too much—you don’t want the place to smell suspiciously clean.)

Check for stray hairs, footprints, fibers. Even a single strand of hair can be used as DNA evidence. You make sure there’s nothing left behind.

Step Five: Final Inspection

You stand back. Take a slow, careful look.

The place is spotless. The air is fresh. If someone walked in right now, they wouldn’t suspect a thing.

You exhale.

Then turn to find Mr. Zy staring at you.

Not just staring—assessing.

His deep blue eyes drag over the room, then back to you.

Then—slowly—he takes a final drag of his cigarette, stubs it out, and says,

"Hah."

You blink.

Hah???

That’s it??

You just erased a whole-ass murder scene in record time, and all you get is a hah???

...Fine. Whatever. You don’t care. You’re a professional. You’re totally not affected by his approval or the way his voice sounds when he’s vaguely impressed.

Nope. Not at all.

Instead, he just… exhales, reaches into his coat pocket, and—

Wait.

What is he doing?

You watch as he pulls out a small, inconspicuous black notebook. Flips it open. Peels something off.

And then—without hesitation—slaps a sticker onto your hand.

…

…

You stare at it.

It’s a little holographic star. Gold. Shiny.

You stare at him.

He stares back. Calm. Unbothered. Like this is a completely normal thing to do after a triple homicide.

You: “…What is this.”

Zy: (Flatly.) “A sticker.”

You: “…Why.”

A pause. He tilts his head slightly—an almost imperceptible shift, but you catch it. A sign that he’s considering whether to elaborate or just let you suffer in silence.

Then, finally—smooth, casual—

Zy: “Incentives increase motivation.”

…

You. Are. Speechless.

This lethal, no-nonsense, feared-by-all, highly efficient hitman just rewarded you like a damn kindergarten teacher.

And the worst part?

He’s completely serious.

No sarcasm. No teasing. Just pure, matter-of-fact professionalism.

You glance down at the sticker again. The little gold star shines mockingly.

(No. No, we are not doing this. We are not being bribed by holographic stickers.)

You peel it off. Hand it back.

You: “I don’t need incentives.”

Zy, completely unfazed, peels another sticker from his notebook.

Slaps it onto your forehead.

…

…

"What the fu—"

You inhale deeply. Count to three. Ignore the way his lips just barely twitch—like he’s fighting off the smallest hint of amusement.

You narrow your eyes.

You: “…Do you actually believe in this or is this just for your own entertainment.”

He doesn’t answer. Just reaches for another sticker.

You slap your hand over his wrist.

The silence is deafening.

Zy raises an eyebrow—mildly surprised, but not annoyed. His pulse under your fingers is steady. Calm.

Meanwhile, yours is doing acrobatics.

(Because, oh, right, you just grabbed this man’s wrist like you weren’t fully aware of how easily he could snap yours in half. Cool. Good job.)

But to your absolute horror, instead of pulling away, he just tilts his head slightly—watching you.

Waiting.

And you realize.

He’s waiting to see if you’ll actually stop him.

Which means—oh, no.

If you let go first, he wins.

If you don’t, you’ll be holding his wrist for an unreasonably long time.

…This is psychological crime.

…You are losing.

In the end, you let go.

He slowly peels another sticker.

You brace yourself.

And then—smoothly—he presses it onto the back of your hand.

…It’s a cat.

You give up.

And then—just when you think the night cannot get weirder—he speaks again.

Zy: “You’re useful.”

…

You blink.

Slowly lift your gaze.

You: “…Excuse me?”

He leans back slightly, exhaling. Not impatient, but like he already knows he’s about to have to explain himself.

His deep blue eyes flick to the room—spotless, pristine, like no crime ever happened.

Then back to you.

Zy: “You’re useful.” (Pause.) “Good at cleaning.”

You squint.

…There’s something more to that. Something he isn’t saying.

You take a moment, running his words through the Mr. Zy Translation Process.

"You’re useful." → Not just in a “you clean well” way. He means it in a way that suggests he genuinely values efficiency. Like he’s selective about who he works with.

"Good at cleaning." → Not just physically. He’s talking about how you handle things quietly. No loose ends, no evidence. You erase.

You tilt your head.

You: “You could’ve hired anyone.”

He exhales. Pulls out another cigarette, rolling it between his fingers before lighting it.

Then, casually—too casually—

Zy: “Tried.”

You freeze.

Wait.

Wait.

Tried?

Tried what? Hiring someone else? Working with someone else? What happened to them?

You glance around the empty, eerily silent room.

Oh.

OHHH.

You’re here because everyone else probably DIED.

(Great. Love that for you.)

You fold your arms, watching him.

You: “And?”

He exhales smoke. Flicks his lighter closed with a soft click.

Then, after a long pause—

Zy: “Too slow.”

…

You take a second to process.

Too slow.

Which means…

The others before you weren’t fast enough.

They probably hesitated.

Maybe they panicked. Maybe they questioned things. Maybe they tried to do things by the book.

(You? You saw a job opportunity and took it.)

You study him carefully.

Zy isn’t like other hitmen.

Most hitmen? They’re discreet. Precise. Clean.

Mr. Zy?

He works by pure rage.

There’s no elegance to his work. No careful, calculated executions.

No. He destroys.

Gunshots, point-blank.

Bodies slumped over, blood pooling fast.

Walls, stained red.

He doesn’t hold back. And because of that—because of how messy he is—he needs someone like you.

And he knows it.

…Huh.

That’s almost—dare you say it—flattering.

You hum, tapping your fingers against your arm.

You: “So, you’re telling me…” (Pause.) “That I got this job because I clean up after your temper tantrums?”

A beat of silence.

Zy doesn’t react at first. Just watches you, unreadable.

Then, so casually—

Zy: “…I get a bit too much.”

…

WHAT.

He just—admitted that?

You stare.

Because what the hell.

What the actual hell.

This man—who is feared by literally everyone—just confessed, in the most understated, deadpan way possible, that he knows he’s a bit unhinged.

You don’t know what to do with this information.

So, naturally, you say the first thing that comes to mind.

You: “Yeah, no shit.”

…You’re in danger.

You’ve barely processed the fact that Mr. Zy just admitted—in the most nonchalant way possible—that he’s a bit too much when—

Silence.

You blink. Look around.

…Wait.

Where—

Where the hell did he go?

The spot where he was standing? Empty. No lingering presence, no sound of footsteps, no door creaking.

Just. Gone.

Like a damn horror movie jump cut.

You: “…Hello?”

Nothing.

No response.

You spin around, half-expecting him to be lurking in the shadows. (Nothing.) Maybe standing at the window like some broody detective. (Still nothing.)

The only evidence he was ever here?

1. The faint scent of cigarette smoke and expensive cologne. 2. The absolute carnage he left behind before you cleaned it. 3. And—oh.

Oh.

A small pile of neatly arranged items on the counter.

You take slow, cautious steps toward it, inspecting.

A stack of cash → Enough for a cab ride. (Efficient. No loose ends.)

Your paycheck for the day → You weren’t even expecting that yet. (Damn, is he a punctual employer? Who knew?)

A package → Brown paper, neatly folded, tied with string.

You narrow your eyes.

You’ve seen way too many crime dramas to open this carelessly. (What if it’s a severed hand? A tooth? A bloodstained letter with ominous handwriting?)

…But also, curiosity is a disease.

So, naturally, you untie the string.

Peel back the paper.

And find—

…

A PPE set.

Gloves. Mask. Safety goggles.

And an apron.

…

A pink apron.

You stare.

You process.

Then you squint so hard you could see into another dimension.

You: “…Seriously?”

Of all the colors.

Of all the choices.

He gave you a pink apron.

You glance around the empty, eerily silent room.

You know—deep in your soul—that this was intentional.

And the worst part?

You can’t even complain.

Because the bastard isn’t here anymore.

[ilovebuckers5]

*:ꔫ:*you are in love *:ꔫ:*

paring : alora x cj

@cjrights & @iminlovewithpaigebueckers

warnings :

none!

theme :

-fluff

-first date

a/n - it's finally done 😓😓😓. i put my whole pussy into this so please love it (i didn't spell check so...)

only a couple days ago did cj and alora decide on when their first date would be. and now that day had come. alora was almost done picking out an outfit and getting ready to wait by her door for cj to pick her up. cj had spent the entire day planning out what they would do and it was killing her not telling alora her surprise.

cj had finally chose out the perfect assortment of pink roses and babies breath with other miscellaneous plants and wrapped them together with a thin piece of tissue paper. she tied a small piece of ribbon around the very bottom and gently set the bouquet in the passenger seat. by now, alora was applying and layer on lip balm and spraying a couple squirts of a floral scented perfume before sitting down on her couch and scrolling on instagram to pass time.

finally, there were three clear knocks on the door. as much as alora wanted to leap up to the door, she took a deep breath and took a couple steps towards her front door. when she opened it, she saw a very nervous cj standing in front of her with flowers in hand. her other hand was out in the open, waiting to be taken in by aloras hand.

"hi." cj spoke first in a soft tone.

"hey." alora replied.

although the two were absolutely freaking out inside, they both tried their best to hide it from eachother. cj glanced behind herself to see her car still parked, waiting for the girls.

"um, you ready to go?" cj said,trying her best to keep a calmer expression on.

"mhm!"

alora finally took hold of cj's hand as she was led outside and down a couple of steps to cj's car. of course cj felt the need to open the door for alora so she let her sit down in the passenger seat before handing her the bouquet of flowers.

cj wanted the night to be perfect and quiet for the two. not awkwardly quiet but the type of quiet where they'll only be able to focus on eachother. nothing else that could take away either of their attention. so cj drove to a lake. a small one. that's why it was so private. it's also why cj asked alora to bring a swim suit.

the car was filled with silence until alora spoke up.

"do you like taylor swift?"

"yes of course!" cj wanted to look alora in the eyes when she said this but of course she couldn't.

aloras eyes then searched around the car for an aux chord while her hand was slowly pulling out her phone. once she found the chord she held it up to cj's eye level.

"can i?"

cj nodded and alora connected the chord to her phone and began to play a song cj wasn't quite familiar with. You Are In Love. from 1989. cj pretended to know what song it was while alora hummed along to the lyrics.

the car ride was only around 15 minutes so it was mainly filled with even more songs from 1989.

once the girls had reached the lake, alora felt a bit nervous and so did cj. the very outside of the lake looked sketchy like a place you'd be taken to to get drugged. but when they walked through a couple of trees, to their surprise,they were met with a firefly lit picnic area. there was a small trail that led to the actual lake which looked cleaner than anticipated.

aloras jaw was practically on the floor.

"this is so pretty! how did you find this place."

for the first time since cj picked alora up, their eyes met and it felt electric.

"i don't know i just remember driving around town and finding it a couple weeks ago." cj shrugged her shoulders and smiled sweetly at alora.

cj had a blanket under her arms that she was now laying out in the floor.

"could you grab the other end?" cj asked alora, who was still looking around the trees and lake.

alora took the two end corners on the blanket and helped lay it out on the floor. their eyes were never not locked.

alora took a seat on one side of the blankets with her hands behind her for support. her sundress was perfectly sprawled out at her legs. she slowly kicked off her shoes and let her feet settle in a patch of grass.

it wasn't completely dark but it wasn't day time either. that what cj had planned. to get there as the sun was setting.

"okay let me just grab a couple more things. wait here."

cj held her hands out in aloras direction, motioning for her to stay in place.

cj rushed to her car and opened the trunk to gather a wooden woven basket and a speaker. she locked the car doors and took one last deep breath before walking back to the blanket where alora still was. she didn't even have her phone out she just looked into the water.

cj set up the speaker right in the middle of the blanket and started playing some songs from folklore. she then got out a couple snacks and set them out neatly right in front of alora.

"you really had this planned out for us?"

alora broke the, still calm, silence.

"i- yes. i wanted it to be special." cj whispered.

alora couldn't help but smile. her face began to go red the more she looked at cj.

"i really love it."

cj could feel her heart beating faster and faster along with her palms getting sweaty.

"i'm glad."

once the entire scene was set, cj sat down gently and let her hand creep towards aloras.

"so...."

cj began to avoid eye contact.

"so...?" alora replied, tilting her head.

both of the girls kept silent until it wasn't bearable and they bursted out laughing.

"alright ill just be straight up. has anyone ever done this for a first date for you?"

alora looked around to get another look at just what cj had done for her.

"nope. not even close."

the girls laughed again. hands still grazing each others skin.

a lot of time passed without the girls even noticing. all the snacks were gone and it was pitch black outside, only revealing double the amount of fireflies. the light from the bugs lit up each and every light strand of aloras hair, almost hypnotizing cj.

cj had just noticed herself getting lost in alora's features. her entire existence seemed like a blessing and she didn't exactly know how to express that to aloras face. then a small chunk of hair fell down the side of aloras face and cj could help herself from pushing it back behind aloras ear.

just as aloras blush was fading, it came back.

"you're gorgeous."

everything after those words was a blur.

alora took her time leaning into cj's lips. letting her nose fit like a puzzle piece with cj's. aloras hands crept up cj's hips and just as the kiss was getting more heated, alora accidentally knocked over a cup. there was only a bit of lemonade at the bottom but it tipped over and spilt onto the blanket.

"oh shit i'm so sorry!"

all cj could do was laugh while alora struggled to soak up the drink. soon enough alora gave up and began to laugh along with cj.

"thank you." alora whispered.

they locked eyes again.

"for the kiss or the complimen-"

"both."

and suddenly there was a silence between the two. the distance between their faces was eager to close.

"we should see if the water is good to swim in..." cj suggested

alora had her swim suit under her dress so that she wouldn't have to change in the trees or anything. cj did the same with her swim suit under her shorts and t shirt.

once the girls got their top layers of clothing off, they took no time to begin floating in the water. the water looked shallow, yet cj was almost submerged by it.

some more time was passed and filled with cj and alora splashing eachother,pulling eachother by the feet as if they were children again. they brought out the best of eachother and nothing less.

the girls were simply floating freely at the surface of the water when alora broke the silence.

"this is amazing. this whole night has been amazing. thank you."

cj looked to the side to see alora doing nothing but looking into her eyes.

"you're welcome" her smile was soft and comforting. a warm smile that's for sure.

slowly but surely, the distance between the two girls was broken and their own skin was touching. hand to hand. shoulder to shoulder. legs intertwined.

this time cj initiated a kiss between the two. she ran her fingers thought aloras now soaking wet hair. alora began to wrap her legs around cj's hips, deepening their embrace.

this wasn't a steamy kiss. or a sexual one. it made both of the girls minds go blank so that they were the only thoughts in each others heads.

the speaker that was once playing folklore and evermore songs now had the same song from the car playing. You Are In Love.

and they are.

[swabian-princess]

Domestic engineer tales - daily cleaning routine

Hey girlies,

as we all know - I'm a proud domestic engineer (aka SAHGF) and while this life is very soft I still have responsibilities. One of them is cleaning.

I grew up with a mother that wasn't about cleaning all the time. Sure, the basics were always done but she wasn't bothered if some pet hair was on the couch or if the kitchen wasn't cleaned until the next day.

Well, my bf is the direct opposite. He hates dirt, dust, stains, pet hair and the list goes on. Basically - he wants our apartment to look like nobody lives there. He's a perfectionist and he can't relax if he suspects the apartment is not clean. That's when I enter the game - it's my task to tidy the apartment every day, so he can come home and simply relax.

I'm not going to lie - it was really rough in the beginning because it seems like this man can smell a faint stain on a towel ten miles away.

Realize that maintenance is key!

It took some time for me to realize this. Just trust me - it's way easier to clean just a little bit every day than to spend hours cleaning once a week.

1. vacuuming

My first step is always vacuuming the whole apartment. I need roughly 30-45 min to thoroughly vacuum the apartment. My holy grail tip is to invest in a wireless vacuum cleaner. It doesn't have to be the newest dyson! In fact, bf and I have three vacuum cleaners: two dysons, one of them wireless and one Phillips, and I absolutely prefer the Philipps one over both the dysons.

2. dusting

I hate dust. It makes my nose itch and my eyes water - so there is a strong no dust policy in my home! I just grab an good old swiffer and simply dust off all my counters and all the surfaces in the apartment.

3. disinfect

I blame the pandemic for my urge to disinfect everything. I love sagrotan cleaning wipes and I always buy them in bulk when they're on sale. I wipe down my kitchen counters and every other surface in the apartment. I've been doing this for a few months now and I don't see any damage on our furniture that could be caused by the wipes.

I also wipe down my bathrooms - my sink, the water taps and the complete toilet. I also spray down the toilet and my door handles with disinfectantspray for extra protection.

4. polishing

We have quite a few glass surfaces that need to be polished every day because they tend to get grease stains very easily. I take a microfiber towel and a cotton towel and spray those surfaces with a special glass cleaner, rub it in with the microfiber towel and dry with the cotton towel for a streak free finish.

5. couch vacuuming

It was not the best decision to get two white/grey coated cats with long and fine hair while still having a black couch. You. can. see. every. single. hair. I'm very happy that our Philipps vacuum comes with a special attachment for pet hair removal. I use it on both of our couches and the attachment works like a charm. No more hairs!

6. making sure it smells good

A good smelling apartment is mandatory for me because I believe that a good smelling apartment makes living way more enjoyable.

I make sure to clean the cats' litterboxes frequently - I try to scoop the litter out immediately after they finished their business. Nothing is worse than the smell of cat shit or piss and I know way to many people that have their whole apartment smell like their cats litterbox because they neglect cleaning it.

I also spritz our couch and our carpets down with some Febreeze golden orchid cushion cleaner. It smells heavenly and the smell stays for hours! It's also pet safe, so don't worry.

Last but not least - candles. I like to light some scented candles in different rooms of the apartment to make sure that it smells nice everywhere. My current favorites are the yankee candles in vanilla cupcake and sunny daydream!

It takes me around 3hours daily to finish cleaning the apartment and that's only maintenance.

I deep clean different rooms on different days during the week. My daily tasks also include loading and unloading the dish washer, doing laundry, cooking and cleaning the kitchen after cooking.

lots of love

Selene

[tss-whumper]

*materializes into existence*

Hi :D

Inspired by your whump tss fics!

Anyway, mayhaps an idea: Whumpee is very distrustful of everyone, even after being rescued. The only person who can come close to them without them getting very tense is Caretaker. The rest of the team is... well, unsure about Whumpee at this point. Someone says something that sounds a little too much like Whumper (accidental trigger), and Caretaker is the only one who can calm Whumpee down.

Do with that what ya will.

Have fun :D

hi!! thank you so much for the support, this is an amazing idea! i think i'm going to do my heroes and villains au for this one, it's a really good fit for this particular prompt, plus, father figure janus has my WHOLE HEART he's the best caretaker.

this fic features whumpee roman, caretaker janus, and mentions of whumper patton! also, logan and virgil are there but they aren't really anything they're just chillin'. logan is just trying his best.

also the beginning kinda just offers some general exposition to the au and the dynamics so it's just short little snippets of life before the big angst bomb comes raining down.

(cw -> past parental abuse, flashbacks, panic attacks, brief physical violence)

Roman wasn't a violent dog.

But he knew why he bit.

Every night, he saw the face of his uncle, the man who raised him, the man who taught him everything about the world. And he shivered, because while he never wanted to see Patton again, he also wanted nothing more than to be enveloped in his arms one more time.

When he looked in the mirror, Roman wanted to erase himself and start over from the beginning. Permanent scars that were never going away, endless reminders of what a failure he had been. His gauntlet was the only part of him that was pristine, and even that was so out of his reach.

Janus told him that it was Patton's fault that he didn't know how to use his powers, but Roman just couldn't believe it. He was a superhero. He had to know how to use his powers no matter what. Being a kid was no excuse. Being young and impressionable was no excuse. Being starved and beaten and tortured every time he made the smallest mistake was still not an excuse.

Roman was a hero. He had to be better.

--

"Virgil, come on, how many times do I have to remind you to wipe your feet before walking in?" Logan groaned, "We're guests in this house, we should not be dirtying it."

"Sorry, Pa," Virgil mumbled, "I'll clean it up."

"Thank you," Logan said, "And have half a mind not to do it again."

Roman, who was seated on the couch as this argument occurred, squeezed his eyes shut steeling himself as he waited for the slap. Or the hit. Or a cry of pain from Virgil. But seconds passed, and there was no sound except for the spray cleaner and scrubbing the floor. The mess took all of ten seconds to clean up, if that. Roman didn't understand. When he was under punishment with Patton and had to clean floors, it felt like it took much longer.

--

Roman's face was wet with tears, but he found himself feeling scarily numb as he sat in Janus' lap, fiddling with the gemstone necklaces held loosely around his neck with common kitchen twine.

"Ro...we really need to do something about these nightmares," Janus murmured, nothing but warmth in his voice and body. Roman almost felt safe in his arms. "It's not healthy for a kid your age to be waking up screaming every night."

"I'm sorry, sir," Roman said flatly, still trapped in a hellish haze, "I'll be better. I'll do anything you want, just spare me. Please."

Janus could feel his heart shatter in two. He hugged the teenager close, starting to pet his hair gently.

"Oh, baby..." Janus whispered, "What on Earth are we gonna do with you...?"

--

"If you hate me so much, maybe you should just put me back where I came from! You didn't have to adopt me, you could have just gotten a perfect kid instead!"

It was rare for Virgil to shout, so when Roman heard it, he was shaken immediately. Out of pure self preservation, he hid himself in the blanket he had been wearing. When Logan and Virgil argued, it was difficult, and it was messy. They were both headstrong people, which often led to butting heads more than either of them, or the two people they lived with, liked.

"Virgil, don't be ridiculous, I don't hate you!" Logan retaliated, "I just want you to stop closing yourself off, it's useless to try and handle everything in the world by yourself! You're just a child, when will you get that through your head??"

"Maybe I will once you stop micromanaging me like I'm five years old!" Virgil yelled, "I'm not a baby anymore, Pa, I don't need you hovering over my shoulder! Do you know how hard it is to be known as the tattletale at school?? Do you even care?? No, you don't, because all you care about is making yourself feel helpful!"

"I could strangle you right now!"

"Fine! Do it, see if I care!"

Virgil stormed off, slamming the door to his room, causing Roman to tremble where he sat. Oh, boy. Virgil was going to get it now. Roman waited for Logan to roar, to scream at Virgil to open the door before he regretted ever raising his voice at him. The thought made Roman so nervous. Virgil was injured already. He couldn't handle being strangled too. He just couldn't.

So Roman did the heroic thing: he stepped in.

Before Logan could take another step towards Virgil's room, Roman rushed in front of him.

"Virgil didn't mean it, Virgil didn't mean that!" he insisted, his words spilling over each other.

"Were you listening in to our conversation?" Logan sputtered, his face turning a bit red, "Wh- why would you do that? That was between me and Virgil, it has nothing to do with you!"

Logan side-stepped Roman, coming closer to Virgil's room. In a panic, Roman lunged at Logan, hoping to protect Virgil from any sort of wrath.

"Get off me!" Logan exclaimed, "Roman, what are you doing??"

"Stay away from him!" Roman begged as he punched and kicked blindly, thinking of nothing except weakening Logan, protecting Virgil. Weakening Logan, protecting Virgil. It was his responsibility. "He's still healing!"

"Roman, stop!" Logan pleaded, "Please, stop it, you're hurting me!"

Roman was much younger than Logan. But he wasn't that much weaker. He was a young hero, having trained his entire life to fight people, while Logan was just a civilian. No superpowers, no training. He was a bit fragile, in fact. So it wasn't a surprise that Roman was "winning" this exchange, but the child was too blinded by panic to realize this.

"Don't touch Virgil!" Roman begged, "Don't, please, he can't handle it! He can't handle that, he's good, he's good, he'll be good!"

"Janus!" Logan started to scream, thrashing to get away from Roman, "Janus, help me!"

And just then, Roman's entire world seemed to stop.

Logan's begging and crying for help sounded so much like his own. The way his words would bounce against the wall, hitting nobody as he was forced to endure hours of torture in solitary confinement, no sound to keep him company except for his own fruitless pleading. Logan already sounded so defeated. He sounded like he was ready to die. Just like Roman had been all those times before.

Roman's breathing grew shallow and stuttered, and the second he loosened his grip, Logan scrambled out of Roman's arms, shoving him hard. As Janus raced into the room, he saw his child hyperventilating, and Logan with a scratched up face and broken glasses.

"What- what on Earth happened here?" Janus demanded, "Logan, what did you do??"

"What did I do?" Logan repeated, "Why are you asking me that?? Roman's the one that attacked me, he tried to kill me!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry- I'm sorry-!" Roman whispered, starting to grip his own hair as he curled in on himself.

"He's a little monster!"

Roman's shallow breathing turned into desperate gasps as he wheezed irregularly, his chest rising and falling largely.

"There's ice in the freezer, I'm so sorry, Lo. I'm so sorry. I should have warned you- I'll pay for your glasses."

"No need," Logan said coldly, "I need some space, if you don't mind. I'm getting tired of being attacked from all sides."

Janus opened his mouth to say something to Logan as the angry man left, but he was distracted by the sound of Roman's fight for air. When Janus looked over, the child had tears streaming down his face, his eyes large and wild, as if he was a wounded animal.

"Darling...come here," Janus whispered sitting on the floor in front of Roman and starting to pull him close.

"No, please," Roman whispered, "Please don't hurt me. I'm sorry- I didn't mean to- I- I-"

"Shh...shh, Roman, don't speak," Janus murmured, hugging Roman gently. "Breathe. I understand. I understand you. I do."

Janus saw so much of himself in those terrified brown eyes. Roman just wanted to protect somebody, and it had gone way too far. What was the poor kid to do? Of course, he had to apologize to Logan. But that would have to be at another time.

Roman shuddered, and before he could overthink anymore, he threw himself into Janus' arms, sobbing vehemently into his shoulder. Guilt washed over him like waves, and he almost wished that Patton was around to punish him. It was what he deserved for attacking somebody weaker than him. In that regard, was Roman really any different from Patton?

"I'm bad," Roman mumbled, "I'm bad, I'm a villain- I'm horrible-..."

"Shh," Janus repeated, rubbing gentle circles onto Roman's back, "Shh, darling. You're not bad. You're not a villain. You're a child. You're a child who's scared. Let yourself be scared. I'm here for you. I'm going to protect you, sweet thing. I promise."

"But what about Logan?" Roman asked, staring up at Janus with tear-stained cheeks and round eyes that broke Janus' heart.

"Logan will be okay, darling," Janus reassured, "He will be. I'm going to help him, and I'll take him to the doctor's, and I'll make sure he's doing okay. He'll understand. He will. He's got to."

"I don't know why I did that," Roman whimpered, "I don't know why I kept going, I could have stopped, he cried for help, I could have stopped!"

"I know, baby, I know," Janus soothed, "I know how it feels. I know. You made a mistake. You messed up. But you're not in trouble. You're not going to get hurt because you hurt someone else. What's the use of that? Then, everybody is hurt, and nobody is happy. Does that make sense?

"I- I- I guess so," Roman whispered, "But- Logan hates me. He hates me now, he hates me, he thinks I'm a monster-"

"He does not think that," Janus said calmly, "He was speaking while he was angry. Think about it. Do you say what you mean when you're angry? Does anybody?"

Roman shuddered. Patton did. But he didn't say so.

"It'll be okay, sweetie," Janus reassured, continuing to hold Roman as he rocked the teenager gently on the carpeted floor. "It's okay."

Janus used to be a violent dog too.

He understood why Roman bit.

[theweirdestroller]

Crime Time!! Arts and Crafts

Stop my doomsday clock! This is my big update for today! Please do not hunt me for sport. I've fulfilled my end of things. I wanted to do a more birthday themed thing as it is my birthday today!! However, that didn't work out, buuuutttt, I do have this!

It's some more from my criminal au based off of @cubbihue's au! Hope y'all enjoy!!

Despite the apartment Mugsy, and now Peri, called home looking rather... run-down, once you’re outside the building, it isn’t too bad. The grounds have a lot of foliage, most of it growing where it shouldn’t, but it was still beautiful nonetheless. Sure, it was mainly grass and weeds, but it was still green.

Peri was taking his time enjoying the view, wandering aimlessly around the complex, trying to make his new human legs stronger. Because the reason they were so different had to be that they were new and he was unused to them. His parents walked around flawlessly, though they still had their magic, so that couldn’t be ruled out. But Peri wasn’t fond of how tired and weak his legs felt. The cane helped some, but he didn’t want to always rely on it like some humans.

It was during this wandering that Peri came across a section of sidewalk he hadn’t noticed before. It was somewhat cleaner than the rest of the path he had been walking, and clearly led somewhere that wasn’t one of the buildings. Peri veered off his current path and decided to follow this new one. It wasn’t anything too different, in fact, it looked much like the rest of the sidewalks.

Up until it led into a garden. It wasn’t a very healthy looking garden, with many of the plants rather small and pitiful, if not wilted, but it was something new. Peri stepped around the planters and wandered deeper into the little garden, coming across a wall. It was concrete and not quite taller than Peri. It was very random, but probably made sense to humans. Stepping around the wall revealed-

“Mugsy?” The brunette human glanced up from where he was crouched beside the wall.

“Oh. Hey Peri. I see you’ve found the garden,”

“What are you doing?” Mugsy pulled a black duffle bag into Peri’s line of sight and removed a can of spray paint from the bag.

“Art. The wall’s left over from a project that the complex never finished. I got permission to practice here. Susan’s in charge of the rest of the garden,”

“You? Permission?” Peri snorted.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Mugsy waved Peri off and shook the can.

“The wall is probably the best part of this whole area,” Peri commented, sitting down next to Mugsy.

“Eh. For right now. Susan’s been visiting family. She’ll be back. I think.” There was a moment of silence, with the exception of the can. “I wouldn’t blame her if she just left,”

“Do you want to leave?”

“I- I’m not sure. I don’t really have anywhere else to go... Maybe if I found the right place,” Mugsy tested out the can on the wall. It left a quick, neat line of yellowy-orange paint in its wake. “And what about you? You have plans that aren’t crashing on my couch?”

“Excuse you! I’ll have you know that crashing on your couch is a perfectly good plan!” Mugsy choked out a startled laugh.

“Sure buddy, sure.” The human continued painting on the wall, each new line capturing Peri’s attention. Mugsy watched with amusement as he painted, his roommate not unlike a cat watching a laser pointer.

“Say,” Mugsy started, pausing his work so Peri would actually listen instead of remaining in his weird zoned out state. “You ever used spray paint?”

“No? Why?” A wide grin spread across Mugsy’s face. He sifted through his bag and retrieved a can of purple spray paint before tossing it to Peri.

“That one should be good to go. Give it a try!” Peri caught the can just before it smacked him in the face.

The fairy popped off the cap and held it up like Mugsy had done earlier. With hesitant pressure, he pushed down on top causing a short, and to Peri, startling, spray of paint. On the wall in front of the pair was now a messy looking splotch of purple covering Mugsy’s earlier work.

“I’m so sorry!!” Peri gasped out, nearly dropping the can from flinching back.

“It’s fine!!” Mugsy said quickly. “I can redo that, no problem. Buuuuutttt, do you want to help me out?”

“How? I don’t even know how to use this thing...”

“That’s the fun part! You learn as you go! And we can come back to this wall any time,” Mugsy slung an arm over Peri’s shoulder. “We can stay sitting and work down here if you’d like, or I bring a chair out if you want to work higher up,”

“Uh, sitting’s fine... Maybe we can bring a chair another time?” Mugsy smiled and nodded, looking rather excited that he’d be apprenticing his new roommate in all matters of spray paint.

–

It was nearly evening when the pair had finished. The sun was still lazily making its way back down, and the lamps for the complex had turned on, with a few completely out and one sadly flickering away. The wall was covered in various colors, from Mugsy’s preferred yellowy-orange, to Peri’s more magenta hue. Between those smatterings were a multitude of shades coming together to make a somewhat recognizable scene. It was the familiar view from the apartment window that Mugsy and Peri saw every morning. It overlooked a small part of the city, just before the start of the towering buildings and busy streets. There were a few trees, some street lights, and a silhouette of a person walking down the sidewalk.

Looking at it now that it was all done, Peri could still tell what parts he worked on versus what parts Mugsy did. The biggest giveaway was the increase in purple, and messy lines. But it looked nice.

“Wanna sign it?” Mugsy asked, offering Peri a black sharpie. Peri took it and quickly wrote his name in loopy cursive. A simple “Peri” with no last name or initial. Mugsy signed it after. Peri didn’t look at the name he wrote, more because he forgot than him not wanting to know his friend’s real name.

The two made it back to the apartment shortly after, and heated up leftovers for dinner. Well- Mugsy heated up leftovers, Peri tried to eat a donut and call it a day.

[minathzimmer]

The Secret to Keeping the Sofa Always Clean

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Sofas are used quite popular in families today. Careful storage makes it easy for your sofa to age quickly and doesn't keep the couch's bright colors. However, keeping the sofa is always something that not everyone can do well.

At least once a week to remove dust and dirt from the chairs. You can use a dry towel to clean, do not use a vacuum or a vacuum brush. The strong suction from this tool can disrupt the fabric and, at the same time, break stitches. You can use a small vacuum to clean the dust.

- One year you should use the laundry service sofa of the laundry shop once. Ask them to come home and clean the sofa carefully. Laundry services have a special cleaning agent that can help you get a new set of chairs back. Some silicone sprays have a dust-proof effect, which can be sprayed once a month.

Handling new stains in time:

For stains caused by soft drinks, coffee, tea, milk, you should quickly wipe them off with a soft, clean, wet cloth soaked in water. Wipe, and then dry with another clean cloth. Note: You should not immerse the entire stain in water, as it will make your chair wet and cause odors.

For stains caused by sticky substances, such as sauces, or chocolate, you should immediately wipe them off with a piece of absorbent paper, soak off the dirty water, then use a clean cloth to soak the soap solution. Dilute and clean gently from the outer into the center of the stain. Immediately dry with another clean, dry cloth. Avoid direct drying in the dryer or in hot light.

Handling dry stains:

With dry stains you should use a soft long brush, brush carefully, taking care to avoid rubbing objects directly on the seat surface.

Clean the sofa weekly:

Every week you should use a vacuum cleaner to clean up the dirt on the surface of the sofa. Use a white, soft cloth to soak in a soap solution diluted with water, squeeze dry, and wipe the surface of the sofa.

Regular sofa cleaning: (from 3 months to 6 months): Perhaps you also know the sofa is one of the ideal paradises for parasitic fungi, so washing the sofa periodically does not eliminate stains but also kills parasitic fungi on the sofa. Note: You should not wash the sofa yourself at home, because washing the sofa at home improperly will make your sofa damaged and lost quickly.

Storage of sofas even when not in use:

When you are away from home for a long time or do not use the sofa anymore, now is the time our sofa is attacked by dust, so you should use a white cloth to cover the chair to protect the chair from dust.

With the secret to keeping the sofa as clean as the new Back 2 New Upholstery cleaning perth company always wants to give you the best advice on service and the sofa sets are always clean and beautiful for the house.

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The 20 best couch cleaners

We’ll explore the 20 best couch cleaners that offer effective, reliable solutions for every type of fabric and finish. Discover the top-rated products that homeowners swear by to keep their couches spotless and smelling great, when it comes to maintaining a clean and inviting living space, having the right couch cleaners on hand is essential. Your couch is often the centerpiece of your home, a place where family and friends gather, making it a magnet for spills, stains, and everyday dirt. Finding the best couch cleaners can make all the difference in keeping your furniture looking fresh and extending its lifespan. Whether you’re dealing with stubborn stains, pet odors, or simply want to refresh your upholstery, there’s a wide range of options available to suit your needs. From powerful sprays to natural solutions, the right product can transform your cleaning routine. In this guide.

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Leather vs. Fabric Sofa Cleaning: Key Differences You Should Know

Your sofa is one of the most frequently used pieces of furniture in your home. Whether it’s leather or fabric, regular maintenance is essential to keep it looking fresh and hygienic. However, the cleaning process for leather and fabric sofas differs significantly. In this blog, we will explore the key differences and the best sofa cleaning services to keep your couch spotless.

1. Understanding Leather and Fabric Sofas

Before diving into the cleaning process, it’s important to understand the material differences:

Leather Sofas — Made from natural or synthetic leather, these sofas are durable, stylish, and resistant to spills but can crack or fade without proper care.

Fabric Sofas — Typically made of cotton, linen, or microfiber, these are soft and cozy but prone to absorbing dust, stains, and odors.

2. Key Differences in Sofa Cleaning

2.1 Cleaning Frequency

Leather sofas need regular dusting and occasional deep conditioning to prevent cracks.

Fabric sofas require frequent vacuuming and deep cleaning every few months to remove dust and allergens.

2.2 Stain Removal Process

Leather: Wipe spills immediately with a damp cloth and use a leather cleaner for deep stains.

Fabric: Blot stains with mild detergent and water; for tough stains, a professional sofa cleaning service is recommended.

2.3 Protection & Maintenance

Leather: Requires conditioning every 3–6 months to keep it soft and crack-free.

Fabric: Needs fabric protectors or stain-resistant sprays for longevity.

3. Professional Sofa Cleaning Services: Why They Matter

Hiring expert sofa cleaning services ensures deep cleaning without damaging your furniture. Professionals use specialized cleaning solutions tailored for leather and fabric, removing dirt, bacteria, and allergens effectively.

4. Which Sofa Type is Easier to Maintain?

Leather sofas are easier to clean but require conditioning to maintain their look.

Fabric sofas demand more frequent cleaning but offer warmth and comfort.

Both require professional deep cleaning for long-term durability.

Final Thoughts

Keeping your sofa clean is essential for a healthy home environment. Whether you own a leather or fabric sofa, professional cleaning ensures longevity and freshness. At Aquuamarine Deep Cleaning Services, we provide expert sofa cleaning services to restore your furniture’s beauty and hygiene. Book a service today and give your sofa the care it deserves!

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The Benefits of Professional Spring-Cleaning Services

Spring is the perfect time to refresh your home, but deep cleaning is no easy task—especially when it comes to kitchen deep cleaning. Grease buildup, dust in forgotten corners, and stubborn stains can make the process feel overwhelming. While many homeowners attempt to tackle spring cleaning themselves, there’s a big difference between a basic cleanup and a professional deep clean.

That’s where Bleu Sky Cleaning comes in. As one of the top residential house cleaning services, Bleu Sky Cleaning delivers exceptional results with expert techniques, high-quality products, and a commitment to customer satisfaction. Instead of spending your weekends scrubbing, you can sit back and enjoy a sparkling clean home, courtesy of trained professionals.

Here’s why professional home deep cleaning services—and specifically, Bleu Sky Cleaning—are the best way to start fresh this spring.

1. We Underestimate How Dirty Our Homes Really Are

It’s easy to assume that because we clean regularly, our homes aren’t that dirty. But if you were to shine a flashlight under your couch or take a close look at the grout in your kitchen, you might be surprised.

Professional cleaners find dirt and bacteria in places most of us never even consider, such as:

Behind and underneath large appliances – Food crumbs, grease, and dust collect behind your fridge and stove, creating the perfect environment for pests.

Inside cabinet corners – Ever checked the very back of your cabinets? Dust and expired pantry items tend to pile up unnoticed.

Bathroom exhaust fans and air vents – These areas trap dust, pollen, and other allergens, reducing indoor air quality.

While we might clean what’s visible, professionals tackle the hidden messes that make a real difference in our homes.

2. Our Cleaning Methods Are Often Superficial

Most of us clean just enough to make our homes look neat. We’ll do a quick wipe-down of the stove or a fast sweep of the floors, but deep cleaning? That’s another story.

Professionals don’t just clean they restore. They use techniques and equipment that go far beyond everyday tidying:

Steam cleaning for tiles and grout – Instead of scrubbing endlessly with a toothbrush, professionals use high-pressure steam to lift stains and kill bacteria.

Deep carpet and upholstery cleaning – While vacuuming removes surface dirt, professionals extract deep-seated dust, allergens, and odors.

Stainless steel and glass polishing – They use streak-free solutions that keep surfaces shining longer.

It’s not just about making things look clean—it’s about removing hidden dirt and bacteria that most DIY efforts miss.

3. We Struggle with Stubborn Stains and Buildup

We’ve all been there—scrubbing the same stain over and over, hoping it will finally disappear. Whether it’s burnt food on a stovetop, water stains on a shower door, or grime in the microwave, some messes just won’t budge.

Professional kitchen deep cleaning services have specialized solutions to tackle even the toughest buildup:

Grease and oil stains – Special degreasers break down years of buildup in kitchens, leaving cabinets and stovetops looking brand new.

Soap scum and hard water stains – Professional cleaners use acid-based or steam-cleaning methods to eliminate tough mineral deposits in bathrooms.

Pet stains and odors – Enzyme-based treatments remove odors at the molecular level, rather than just masking them.

Instead of wasting time and energy scrubbing, professionals get the job done quickly and effectively.

4. We Lack the Right Tools for a Deep Clean

Most of us clean using the same few products—a multipurpose spray, a sponge, and maybe a vacuum. While these work for daily maintenance, they aren’t enough for a true deep clean.

Professional home deep cleaning services use high-grade tools that most homeowners don’t have access to, including:

HEPA-filter vacuums – These remove allergens, dust mites, and pet dander from deep within carpets and upholstery.

Electrostatic disinfectant sprayers – Used to coat surfaces evenly with disinfectant, ensuring bacteria and viruses are eliminated.

Steam cleaners – These break down dirt and grease without the need for harsh chemicals, making them both effective and eco-friendly.

With the right equipment, professional cleaners achieve a deeper clean in a fraction of the time.

5. We Waste Time and Energy Without Getting the Same Results

Have you ever spent an entire weekend cleaning, only to feel like your home still isn’t as fresh as you wanted? Deep cleaning takes time, effort, and patience—three things that are often in short supply.

Instead of spending hours scrubbing and organizing, you could:

Spend time with your family

Go for a walk or relax outdoors

Read a book or catch up on your favorite shows

Hiring residential house cleaning services means your home gets a thorough deep clean while you focus on more enjoyable activities.

Make Spring Cleaning Effortless with Bleu Sky Cleaning!

Spring cleaning doesn’t have to be overwhelming. Instead of tackling it all yourself, trust the experts at Bleu Sky Cleaning to give your home the deep clean it deserves. Whether you need kitchen deep cleaning services, a full-house refresh, or ongoing maintenance, our skilled team is ready to help.

Schedule your professional cleaning today! Visit Bleu Sky Cleaning to book your service and enjoy a cleaner, healthier home this spring.

Looking for more cleaning tips? Check out our expert guide on Spring Cleaning Tips for Busy Homeowners for easy ways to keep your home fresh all season long!

This year, skip the stress and let Bleu Sky Cleaning handle the hard work—so you can enjoy the beauty of spring in a spotless, refreshing home!

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A couch

About 60% ish

Normal non-foaming hand soap

Laundry

Dishes. Fucking hate the dishes

Arm brace

[Skip]

A spray cleaner called Awesome

Crochet

Tv

An iPad

14 cups. Im at iHop atm

Car air filter

I don't take baths, i shower

Just the ones i need. What psycho goes down every single one??

Library

I rewatch a lot of movies. I own over 100 DVDs

Is- did you sneeze? Bless you? What is that

Duct tape

Food

Plies in like 2008/2009 ish (now called Two Chains i think)

None. I'm forced to shop walmart tho

Plastic

Lmaoo. Ha! Hahahahahaaaaaa!

Bingo

Porch

Boardgame night

Friends don't send me those. A lot of babies are uglyyyy tho. Look like their parents

Idk what that is

4 i think

Nope. Wrecked my first car after a month. Almost died

Lots of creamer. Some sugar

Nothing now. I used to collect rocks as a kid

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Liquor

No

Yep

I honestly don't remember ever changing a filter

Whichever candy bar I'm currently obsessed with

Depends. Sometimes there's a list, sometimes not

A can of air freshener i bought in college (like 10-12 years ago). It was my favorite scent to buy back then and i keep it cuz smelling it always takes me back to my dorm room

[Skip]

The Enchanted Forest Chronicles. I haven't read any thing recently tho

Idk what that is

[Skip]

Magnets

Overhead lighting. Why don't people build houses or apartments with overhead lighting anymore?? They're cheap and lazy that's why!

A live tree right in the center. Like a courtyard or just in the living room idk idc. I just want a big tree in my house

Only if im in the middle of a crochet project. Gotta bring it with me so i can work on it whenever i get a few moments

Anti

5

I never stopped. Still live with mom, but we're best friends now so everything is good

Ive never been to SS office, but I've never had a bad experience at the DMV. I just went there a couple weeks ago and i thought "why does everyone hate this place?" I actually have the same thought every time i go to the DMV

No

Chicken alfredo. Or roast beef with mac and cheese. Everything is made from scratch

Ramen noodles

Mac and cheese

Plastic grocery bag full of plastic grocery bags

Yeah i think so. Im wearing all my favorite clothes rn so i think im good

No. Don't watch the news for weather, just check my app

I don't really brunch

Idk what that is

It's ok i guess

Honestly can't remember. It's been ages

Cleaning

Asap

Yes. Got a triceratops and Appa from ATLA

Atm unscented but i buy scented sometimes too

[Skip]

Ask meme for people in their 30s

What was the first piece of furniture you bought?

What proportion of your meals do you cook?

Foaming hand soap or normal hand soap?

Favorite chore?

Least favorite chore?

Most precious thing one of your pets has destroyed?

Any groceries you've been getting into lately?

What cleaning product do you swear by?

What's your emotional support craft?

Youtube, cable TV, or streaming?

What's something you saved up for and then regretted buying?

How many cups can you see from where you're sitting?

Which filter are you most likely to go "eh, it's probably fine" when you find out you need to change it?

How often do you take baths?

Do you go down each aisle when you grocery shop, or only the ones you know you need stuff from?

Where do you go when you need to get out of the house but it's raining?

What's a movie you saw recently that you liked?

Pro or anti tchotchkes?

What's your go-to tape?

What's in your freezer right now?

Last concert you attended?

Favorite grocery store?

Paper bags, plastic bags, or reusable bags?

Do you get your government mandated 8 hours every night?

Favorite old person activity?

Would you rather sit on the porch drinking sweet tea or sit by the lake drinking beers?

Do you prefer Boardgame Night, Build-Your-Own-Pizza Night, or Movie Night with your friends?

Be honest, do you like all of the pictures of their babies that your friends send you?

Go-to holiday card format?

How many pairs of scissors do you own?

Do you still own your first car?

How do you take your morning coffee/tea?

What's something you collect?

What's your commute like?

Aisle at the grocery store you never bother walking down?

Do you keep a daily journal or agenda?

Do you still listen to the same music you listened to in high school?

What's the last filter you changed?

What little treat do you always get when you run errands?

Grocery list or no grocery list?

What's the oldest thing you own?

What's an unjustifiably expensive appliance that you really want?

Favorite book you've read recently?

Honest feelings on Settlers of Catan?

What's something you wish you had more time for?

What kind of stuff do you keep on the door of your refrigerator?

Lamps or overhead lighting?

If you could build your home from scratch, what outrageous feature would you want to build into it?

Do you bring a bag with you everywhere you go?

Pro or anti throw pillows?

How many blankets do you keep in your living room?

Did your relationship with your parents get better when you stopped living with them?

What's worse, the DMV or the Social Security Office?

Do you decorate your house for holidays? Which ones?

Favorite high-effort meal that you make?

Favorite low-effort meal that you make?

Do you tend to bring an appetizer, entree, dessert, or drinks to a potluck?

What kind of bag do you use for your bag full of bags?

If you died and your ghost was stuck in the outfit you're wearing right now for the rest of time, would you be happy with it?

Do you have an opinion on your local weather reporter?

Do you have a favorite brunch spot?

Where are you on the minimalism-maximalism kinsey scale?

Opinion on Bath and Body Works?

Last time you visited a farmer's market?

Anything you're procrastinating on right now?

Do you get your taxes in as soon as possible, at the last minute, or late?

Do you keep any stuffed animals on your bed?

Are your garbage bags scented or unscented?

What are you looking forward to next week?

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Tips to Clean A Leather Couch & Keep It Looking Its Best

Have you ever wondered how to maintain your luxury leather sofa set looking fresh for years? A classic and abundant material, leather accentuates any environment. Nevertheless, it calls for correct upkeep and care to maintain its beauty and longevity. Leather can become worn, rn, cracked, or discolored without constant attention. Full Video: Click Here

Tips to Keep Your Leather Sofa Set Looking New For Years

Following this basic yet powerful advice, your leather sofa set will seem brand-new for years.

1. Frequent Leather Sofa Cleaning

The following advice offers the top basic steps you should follow to find out what materials your sofa employs and decide on the ideal approach to cleaning a leather couch:

Clear dust and trash from nooks and seams using a hoover with a soft brush attachment.

Wet a cloth with water and a little leather-specific cleaner or mild soap.

Starting in high-touch areas like the armrests and seat cushions, gently clean the sofa's surface.

Dry the leather by wiping any extra moisture with a fresh, dry cloth.

2. Leather Conditioning

Like any natural substance, leather dries up with time. Leather loses softness and suppleness when it dries, which causes cracking and fading. Every three to six months, use a leather conditioner to stop this. Leather conditioners assist in preserving material softness and flexibility and restore the oils the material loses over time, no matter the pvd coating price.

Look for a conditioner designed especially for leather furniture. Drizzle a bit on a soft cloth and circularly rub it into the leather. Let the conditioner soak before wiping off any extra. This procedure keeps the leather appearing shiny and smooth and helps it to be nourished.

3. Guard Your Leather Sofa against Direct Sunlight

Extended direct sunlight could cause harm to leather. Leather might fade, dry out, and turn brittle from UV rays. Try to arrange your sofa away from windows or places where it gets direct sunlight to help avoid this. Should your sofa have to be close to a window, think about using curtains or shades to prevent the sun? To provide still another layer of protection against sun damage, you can also use a UV-protestant spray meant for leather furniture.

4. Avoid stains and sharp objects

Although leather sofas from luxury furniture stores in Bangalore are robust, they are not stain-free or scratch-free. Steer clear of sharp items like keys, pens, or pet claws on your sofa to keep it looking flawless. Keep food and liquids away from the leather surface to stop accidental spills that could cause stains.

When spills occur, respond fast. To absorb the liquid, gently blot the area with a fresh cloth; never rub, as this will drive the stain deeper into the leather. Try leather cleaning or a water and mild soap combo for tough stains. Before applying the product all around a stain, always test it in a discreet region.

5. Turn Cushions Frequently

Rotation of the cushions in your luxury sofa in Bangalore is a smart option if they are removable. You guarantee equal wear on the surface by turning and flipping the cushions. This can help prevent some areas—especially if several people use the sofa—from getting unduly worn or discolored.

6. Apply Leather-Specific Care Products

Invest in premium leather care goods, including protestants, cleansers, and conditioners, to help your leather sofa last even more. These goods are designed to keep the material's integrity, improve its look, and guard against damage. Before using any new product on the whole item, try it on a concealed area following the manufacturer's directions.

Conclusion

Maintaining the beauty and lifetime of your leather furniture fabrication depends mostly on regular cleaning, conditioning, and stain and UV prevention. Your leather sofa will keep elegantly and comfortably enhancing your house for many years with little maintenance and attention.

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Fabric products may last a lifetime if cared for and maintained properly. To extend the life of your suede shoes or jacket, take some actions to protect them. Optimal care is avoiding extended exposure to sunlight and following regular cleaning and conditioning regimens. Using protective sprays can help protect the material, and keeping suede products in well-ventilated spaces is recommended.

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Waterproofing: Before you wear your suede jacket for the first time, be sure it's waterproof. Suede is extremely sensitive to water damage, which can be permanent. Waterproofing not only protects your jacket from moisture but also helps prevent stains and makes washing easier.

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Summing Up!

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