#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.

[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.

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"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...?"

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"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.

[guavagyu]

blush - y.jh

this is part 3 of the eyeshadow series!

request: “request: jeonghan fanfic where new stylist/makeup artist and jeonghan fall in love? slow burn, sexual tension, secret relationship typa thang ;) <3!”

smut probably next or 2nd next part? idk

ITALIC WORDS REPRESENT THOUGHTS!

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wc: 970

contents: slice of life ig, fluff, humor (im such a comedian el em eff ay oh), afab!reader, tall!reader (178 cm or 5’10), stylist!reader, makeup-artist!reader, model!jeonghan, swearing, non-idol!au, swearing, lmk if there r more!

recap:

yup. this is great. gotta clean. ugh why did i agree to my place?? you just decided to let later-you to worry about it and prepared for bed.

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friday - y/n’s pov!

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@hannie_hae:

hi! you still up for 3:00? :)

fuck. your phone read 2:17 pm. you had gotten distracted from all of your other friday endeavors, and jeonghan’s visit totally slipped your mind. you rushed to get off the couch, and begin to clean. you had until 2:30, and then you’d take the shortest shower of all eternity, and then hastily make yourself presentable. ‘A+’ for planning skills, a big fat ‘F’ for time management. and so, all that planning was what you did. you practically ran around your apartment with a vacuum whilst spraying the couches with leather cleaner. after grabbing two rags, one to wipe the tables and the couches down, you moved on to the mop for the kitchen. you clorox-wiped more than anyone had ever clorox-wiped. the clock read 2:27. wow, i probably broke some sort of record. so, you had an extra 2-ish minutes to waste in the shower. just kidding, you had to be as quick as possible, it’d be horrible for jeonghan to arrive before you were ready.

god damn, the clock read 2:54 and you were more finished than gordon ramsay’s beef wellington. your hair was dry, and looked amazing. your makeup was subtle, and your tshirt and sweatpants were..okay maybe not the best wardrobe choice, but it’s not like you’re visiting a 3 michelin star restaurant, allow yourself to be comfortable in your own home!

the clock just turned to 3:01 when jeonghan knocked on your door,

“hi! come in,” you smiled, silently relieved for him to be just as casual as you were. a black hoodie, grey sweatpants, and some sneakers. he gave you a small "hi!" and took off his shoes, "uh, you can sit on the couch, please make yourself at home! ill be right back, ill get some makeup stuff," you walked back to your bathroom while jeonghan unpacked the things he brought with him and settled down on the couch, looking around everywhere, tapping his fingers on the arm, waiting for your return. and a few minutes later, you returned with..a lot of makeup, to say the least,

"woah, that's a lot," jeonghan giggled, making you laugh,

"yeah,"

"um..how long do you think we'll need for all of this?" he asked,

"oh, we don't have to do all of this, just more options," you gave a small smile as you organized them into their respective categories,

"oh okay, i mean i have time, i was just curious, it's not that i dont want to be here i-" he rambled on, clearly a bit flustered, his ears and cheeks tinting an adorable pink,

"jeonghan, you're fine, let's just get on with it, alright?" you put your hand on top of his, calming him down a little bit,

"o-okay," he smiled, blushing harder but giving a small thumbs up, cute,

"awesome, where should we start? what concepts should we practice?" you looked through the outrageously large pile (that had been organized by you),

"let's start simple, maybe let's just work with colors for now, how about blue?" jeonghan suggested,

"whatever you feel like is fine by me," and you started on a simple blue themed look,

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2 hours later, 5:09 pm

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after 2 hours of trying out makeup looks, palettes littering the table, a pile of used makeup wipes in a trash can,

"alright, i think that's enough for your skin today," you smiled, noticing his reddening face, "did i do too much?"

"no no, you're fine, don't worry," jeonghan reassured you, giving the cutest giggle ever,

"okay, if you say so. can i get you some water or anything? we've been sitting for a while," you asked, realizing you forgot to offer when he first arrived,

"yeah, some water would be great!" he smiled, leaning back into the cushions,

"sure!" you headed to the kitchen, soon returning with a glass of water, "that good?"

"it's awesome, thanks!" ugh, is he always this cute? it makes me want to pin him down and- woah. that was, um, wow. that was quite the intrusive thought if i do say so myself. ha. ha. ha. during this thought segment of yours, you ended up zoning out..directly staring at jeonghan, causing him to be flustered, confused, then concerned. he thought there was something on his face, but after calling your name out a few times,

"hey, y/n?" he waved a hand in front of your face, knocking you back to reality,

"huh? what? im so sorry, just zoned out for a bit," you awkwardly laughed, flustered from your thoughts,

"you're good, but i think i'm going to head out now, thank you so much for having me over!" he smiled again, ugh that smile is going to kill me,

"no problem, anytime! make sure you don't forget anything here," you said as you prepared to open the door,

"yup, got everything, thanks again!" he gave the most adorable wave as he walked through the door, leaving, making you return to gather your makeup, put the trash can back, and collapse on the couch. you sigh, a smile settling on your face from what seemed to be a successful meeting. but..those thoughts you had were quite interesting.

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jeonghan's pov!

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holy shit. thank the lord i was able to leave before i had a meltdown. why did i think that me being close to y/n for so long would be okay for me to handle? wait..when they stared at me..were they actually starting at ME? or..did they actually zone out? fuck, why am i stuck with y/n? it's only sooner or later they find out about my dumbass crush on them

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y/n's pov!

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what the hell was i thinking? zoning out like that while staring at him? jeonghan probably thinks he’s stuck working with a creep. this is great.

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[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.

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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.

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Sparks Fly | A Sphallolalia Drabble

Series: ⇢ Pairing: San x fem!Reader ⇢ Genre: flirty af fluff, hints of angst, suggestive, kinda smutty, older reader (noona) ⇢ Synopsis: As your best friend’s maid of honor, you must endure the shameless best man’s flirting until after the wedding. It’s just sphallolalia… right?

Sphallolalia Masterlist

Drabble: New Year’s Eve ⇢ Genre: fluff & angst ⇢ Warnings: Language, alcohol consumption ⇢ Word Count: 515 ⇢A/N: I had this idea but didn’t have time to write it before the new year.

This can be read without reading Sphallolalia. Additionally, it is not necessary for the plot and does not have a particular point in the story’s timeline. Just a fun drabble of the characters within the AU.

Happy New Year!🎉🥳

Standing in Mina’s kitchen, you pour yourself another glass of champagne while your friends get restless in anticipation of the midnight countdown. You can see the livestream of the downtown celebration on the living room television. A body getting up from a couch briefly blocks your view before it comes into the kitchen. They refill their cup with ice and pour themselves soda and a shot of whiskey. Their presence stops next to you, piquing your curiosity to look at them. San’s eyes are glued to the TV until he notices you staring at him.

“You excited for midnight?” He asks before taking a sip of his drink.

You shrug, “Not really. It’s just another day.”

The stream cuts to different scenes of couples kissing at midnight from the time zones ahead of you as the countdown for you hits 2 minutes. Without much thought, you say aloud, “I don’t get the point of a new year’s kiss.”

San peers over at you with mischievous eyes and leans closer to you.

“It’s a superstition that tells how the new year will be for you.”

“That’s dumb.”

“Have you ever had a new year’s kiss?”

“No… The one time I could have had one, my boyfriend said he didn’t want to kiss in front of all our friends.”

“What? Why?”

“He said it would be embarrassing.”

You can still feel the excitement you had that night and how much it hurt to hear your boyfriend whisper that in your ear moments before the new year.

“It wouldn’t be for me.”

You just hum dismissively.

He fully turns to you, making you back up further into the kitchen and out of sight of your friends.

“I thought you said you wouldn’t be embarrassed,” you point out.

“You’re the one backing away,” he counters with a small smirk.

You can almost feel his breath on your face. In the background, your friends begin to count down as San gently takes hold of your chin and slowly guides you to his lips. 

5!

4!

3!

2!

A loud gasp breaks you out of your trance, and you flinch away from San before your lips touch.

“Mingi, you clumsy ass bitch!” Mina yells in the living room.

You brush past San to look into the other room and offer help, “Do you need tissues?”

“Yes, and the cleaner spray under the sink!”

As you gather the supplies, San hovers behind you and clears his throat. You glance back at him, and he looks at you expectantly.

“What? You haven’t brushed your teeth since last year,” you say sarcastically with a grin before heading back to the living room with paper towels and a spray bottle.

“Wait, you haven’t either!” He complains, following close behind to lend a helping hand.

You rip a few towels off the roll to soak up the spilled soda on the rug, but your mind is stuck on what almost happened. You can only imagine kissing San and seeing the same sparks fly like the fireworks on TV. Hopefully, this isn’t indicative of your new year.

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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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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

[Skip]

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

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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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9 Cleaning Mistakes Professional Cleaners Would Never Make

When it comes to household maintenance, there’s a lot that needs to be done — from the floors to the ceiling fans and everything in between, including tough spots, like toilets and nooks and crannies behind the couch. And while you might know a thing or two about the best vacuums or the best multi-purpose sprays to get the job done, the people who really know how to tackle a home in the most safe and efficient way are the ones who do it every day: professional cleaners.

Know More: https://www.goodhousekeeping.com/home/cleaning/a62735828/cleaning-mistakes-from-professionals/

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Say Goodbye to Lingering Odors in Your Home

Keeping your home fresh is essential, but sometimes stubborn odors can linger despite your best efforts. Whether it’s your couch, fireplace, carpet, or washing machine, bad smells can make your space less inviting. In this blog, we’ll explore how to effectively remove persistent odors from various parts of your home using natural methods, commercial products, and professional solutions. With these tips, your home will smell fresh and clean in no time!

How to Get Smell Out of Couch

Your couch is one of the most used pieces of furniture in your home, and it can easily trap odors from pets, food spills, and everyday use. Fortunately, there are several ways to freshen it up without much hassle.

Assess the Odor

Before diving into cleaning, assess where the odor is coming from. Pet accidents, food spills, and mildew can all cause different types of smells. Remove cushions and check the crevices for crumbs or stains that could be contributing to the odor.

Natural Methods

One of the best natural remedies is baking soda. Sprinkle it generously on your couch, focusing on the areas with the strongest odors. Leave it for several hours or overnight, then vacuum it up. Baking soda works by absorbing odors, leaving your couch smelling fresh. You can even add essential oils like lavender or peppermint to the baking soda for an extra fresh scent.

Vinegar is another powerful natural deodorizer. Mix equal parts water and white vinegar, lightly mist the solution over the couch, and let it air dry. Be sure not to oversaturate the fabric, as this can cause mold. Test a small hidden area first to make sure the fabric won’t discolor.

Commercial Products

For tougher odors, commercial enzymatic cleaners are effective, especially for pet-related smells. These cleaners break down the proteins in urine, feces, and other organic stains, eliminating the source of the odor rather than just masking it. You can also use odor-neutralizing sprays for quick fixes to keep your couch smelling fresh.

Deep Clean for Stubborn Odors

If the odor persists, it may be time for a deep clean. Steam cleaning is a great way to penetrate the fabric, lifting dirt, and odor-causing particles from deep within the cushions. Always check the care instructions on your couch before using steam.

For more detailed steps on refreshing your couch, read our guide on how to get smell out of couch.

2. How to Get Fireplace Smell Out of House

While a fireplace can make your home feel cozy, it can also leave behind unpleasant smoky odors that are hard to eliminate. Here’s how to neutralize those lingering smells.

Understanding Fireplace Odors

The key culprits of fireplace smells are creosote buildup, moisture in the chimney, and leftover ashes. These can mix together to create an overpowering smoky or musty odor that lingers in your home.

Regular Cleaning and Maintenance

Regular cleaning is the best defense against fireplace smells. After each use, remove the ashes and wood debris from the fireplace. A vacuum designed for ashes or a dustpan and brush will help keep the area clean. It’s also crucial to hire a professional chimney sweep at least once a year to remove creosote buildup and inspect the chimney for any structural issues.

Enhancing Ventilation

Proper ventilation is crucial when using your fireplace. Make sure the damper is functioning correctly and that your chimney is free from blockages. Improving the airflow with an exhaust fan or opening a window while using the fireplace will help reduce smoke buildup indoors.

For more detailed tips on eliminating fireplace odors, check out our guide on how to get fireplace smell out of the house.

3. How to Get Dog Smell Out of Carpet

Dogs are wonderful companions, but they can leave behind strong odors in your carpet. Here’s how to remove dog smells effectively and keep your carpets fresh.

Where Do Dog Smells Come From?

Dog smells often come from oils, dirt, and even urine that gets trapped in the carpet fibers. Carpets can easily absorb these odors, making it difficult to get rid of them without proper cleaning.

DIY Solutions

One of the easiest DIY methods to remove dog smells is by sprinkling baking soda on the carpet. Let it sit for 15 to 30 minutes to absorb the odors, then vacuum it up. For more stubborn smells, mix equal parts white vinegar and water and spray it lightly over the affected area. The vinegar will help neutralize the odor without leaving a lingering smell.

Commercial Products

If DIY solutions don’t fully remove the smell, commercial enzymatic cleaners are designed specifically to break down the bacteria that cause pet odors. These cleaners not only neutralize the smell but also prevent it from returning.

Professional Help

For deeply embedded smells, professional carpet cleaning services can make a significant difference. They use industrial-strength equipment and pet-friendly cleaners to remove tough stains and odors, leaving your carpet smelling fresh and clean.

To learn more about pet odor removal, check out our full article on how to get dog smell out of carpet.

4. How to Remove Stagnant Water Smell from Washing Machine

A washing machine that smells like stagnant water can make your laundry smell less than fresh. The culprit is often mold, mildew, or detergent residue buildup. Here’s how to eliminate that smell for good.

Step 1: Clean the Drum

Run an empty cycle with two cups of white vinegar on the hottest setting. The vinegar will break down grime and neutralize odors. Afterward, run another cycle with baking soda to further deodorize the machine.

Step 2: Clean the Detergent Drawer and Gasket

Remove the detergent drawer and soak it in warm water with vinegar. Scrub away any residue with an old toothbrush. Similarly, clean the rubber gasket around the door, as this is a common place for mold to grow.

Step 3: Clean the Filter

The filter, usually located at the bottom of the machine, can trap lint, dirt, and water, contributing to the smell. Remove the filter, clean out any debris, and soak it in soapy water before placing it back.

Step 4: Prevent Future Odors

To prevent odors from returning, leave the door open between washes to allow the machine to dry out. Additionally, run a hot water cycle with vinegar every few weeks to keep the machine fresh.

For more detailed instructions, visit our article on how to remove stagnant water smell from washing machine.

Conclusion: Keeping Your Home Odor-Free

Bad odors can significantly impact the comfort of your home, but with regular maintenance and the right cleaning methods, you can keep them at bay. Whether it’s your couch, carpet, fireplace, or washing machine, there are effective solutions to remove odors and prevent them from returning. By incorporating these tips into your routine, you can enjoy a fresh-smelling home all year round.

If the odors in your home persist despite your efforts, consider reaching out to professional cleaning services. At Family First Cleaning & Home Care, we offer expert solutions to tackle even the toughest odors, ensuring your home remains a pleasant and inviting space. And there you have it – a complete guide to maintaining a clean and fresh home! From tackling stubborn odors to keeping those hard-to-reach spots spotless, you’re now equipped with everything you need to maintain a pristine living space. If you’re ready to take things back to the beginning and start the journey anew, be sure to check out our first blog in the series.

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How to Clean Urine Off a Leather | A Simple Guide From The CoBuilders

Leather couches are a stylish and comfortable addition to any home, but they can be tricky to clean, especially if they get stained with urine. Whether it's from a pet or a child, urine on a leather couch can cause annoying odours and probable damage if not addressed immediately. In this cobuilder’s guide, we'll provide you with simple steps on how to clean urine off a leather couch effectively and remove the pee smell from clothes.

Step-by-Step Guide to Clean Urine Off a Leather Couch

Well, if you have an expensive and fancy leather couch at your home and you suddenly see the urine on it, the first thought on your mind is how to clean pee from a leather couch right? No need to panic, just follow these simple steps and solve the problem in just a few minutes.

Step 1: Blot the Urine

First and foremost when you see the urine on the leather the first step is to blot the affected area as soon as possible. You need to use a clean, dry paper towel or cloth to absorb as much urine as you can. The notable thing is that here avoid rubbing as this can spread the urine and push it deeper into the leather.

Step 2: Use a Leather Cleaner

Secondly, use a leather cleaner and clean wherever there is urine. The best leather couch cleaner is one specifically designed for leather. Avoid using household cleaners as they can damage the leather. Follow the instructions that can help you get a better result;

Spray or apply the cleaner onto a soft cloth, not directly onto the leather.

Wipe the affected area gently in a circular motion.

Use a clean, damp cloth to remove any residue from the leather cleaner.

Step 3: Treat the Odour

To get rid of the pee smell, you’ll need to neutralize the odour. There are several methods you can use:

Mix equal parts of white vinegar and water. Dampen a cloth with the solution and gently wipe the affected area.

Vinegar is excellent for neutralizing odours, but be sure to test it on a small, hidden area of the couch first to make sure it doesn’t damage the leather.

Sprinkle baking soda over the affected area and let it be there for a few hours, or overnight if possible. Baking soda absorbs odours effectively. Vacuum the area thoroughly to remove the baking soda.

Step 4: Condition the Leather

After cleaning and purifying, it’s important to condition the leather to keep it soft. Leather can dry out and crack if not properly cared for.

Use a leather conditioner suitable for your type of leather. Apply it to a soft cloth and rub it into the leather in circular motions.

After the conditioner has been absorbed, use a clean cloth to buff the leather to a shine.

How to Get Pee Smell Out of Clothes

If your child or pet does pee on your clothes, you need to clean it as soon as possible, because it can leave a bad smell on your clothes. Here are some simple tips on how to get pee smell out of clothes;

Rinse the Stained Area

When you know your clothes smell with pee, clean them with cold water as soon as possible. It helps to reduce odour and any stains.

Pre-Treat the Stain

Pre-treat the stained area with an enzyme-based stain remover. Enzyme cleaners are effective at breaking down the proteins in urine, which helps to remove both the stain and the odour.

Follow the instructions on the product’s label. Typically, you’ll apply the cleaner to the stained area and let it sit for a specified amount of time.

Gently rub the stained area to work the cleaner into the fabric.

Wash the Clothes

Wash the clothes in the washing machine using the hottest water safe for the fabric. Add a cup of white vinegar to the wash cycle to help neutralize odours.

Use a high-quality laundry detergent to ensure the clothes get thoroughly cleaned.

Fabric softeners can mask odours rather than remove them, so it's best to avoid them in this wash.

Check for Odours Before Drying

After washing, check the clothes for any remaining urine odour before drying. If the smell persists, repeat the washing process. Drying clothes with lingering urine odour can make removing the smell more difficult.

Lastly, If you find that home cleaning methods aren't sufficient, consider seeking professional cleaning services. The Cobuilders offer specialized cleaning services that can handle tough stains and odours, ensuring your leather couch and clothes are thoroughly cleaned and fresh as earlier.