#hardwood floor retailers

[aafloors]

Hardwood floors are beautiful and durable, but hardwood floor retailers suggest watching out for these seven signs to keep them looking good longer.

[https-bakugo]

Chapter 01.

♡ twenty three

♡ rivals to lovers / fake dating

♡ cw / tw : seuxal innuendos

“You have got to be kidding me.” Bakugo glared at his PR manager. “There’s no fucking way I’m going to agree to this- And there’s no way they’re-” He pointed at you, red eyes narrowed into slits. You rolled your eyes at his attitude, sticking your middle finger up at his face. “are going to agree to this crap either.” He finished, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Look-” Your PR manager, Tommie, butted in. “Both of you are dropping in the ranks right now. Be realistic here Dynamight.” He sighed, pulling his glasses off his face, rubbing his forehead with his hand, looking annoyed. The poor man just wanted to go home to his wife - he didn’t want to be here, babysitting two grown adults as they yelled at each other and acted more immature than his five year old son.

“A stunt like this will boost both of your popularity seeing that you both have been hit with a wave of negativity - it’ll be good for everyone. Do you see what I’m trying to say here?” He raised an eyebrow, his dark eyes sliding from the blond hero, to your face.

You scoffed and looked away - how come out of everyone - you had to be stuck ‘fake dating’ the likes of him.

Katsuki mother fucking Bakugo.

The most annoying - infuriating - egotistical - asshole you’ve ever met- ever!

And that’s saying something because you’ve worked retail and you know bloodthirsty demons. And despite it all, none of them even hold a torch to the amount of hate you had for your former classmate.

“Ugh I’ve already graduated, why can’t you leave me alone already. Are you this bent on making my life a living hell?” You groaned, rubbing your hands down your face.

Bakugo’s eye twitched and he glared at you. “Fuck off you extra. Like I'd wanna be here either. I’d rather chew on fucking styrofoam than be considered this bitches date to the gala.” He hissed under his breath, scoffing and looking away. 

The insult - rightfully so - ticked you off. However you were a different person now. You matured into an amazing person, one who would never take the bait that Bakugo had so obviously laid at your begging feet.

“Bitch.”

He mumbled under his breath again.

“The FUCK did you call me-” You shouted, storming right over to the blond man and grabbing him by the shirt.

“You heard me! You fucking bitch! I’d rather choke on your fucking smoke than be here right now!” He spat back, grabbing your arm and pushing you off of him.

“Oh yea? Do you wanna go? Right now? Cause we can go!” You shouted back, tendrils of smoke curling around your legs.

Bakugo’s explosions popped like small firecrackers as his hands twitched, ready to strike. “Let’s fucking go smoke breath.”

Tommie rubbed his forehead. Bakugo's PR manager sighed. It was going to be one long afternoon.

- 

“So you’re telling me. I have no other choices than to pair up with him as my date for the annual hero gala.” You sighed.

Tommie merely shrugged, giving you a look that pointedly said, ‘Well I’m not the one slipping in the hero ranks right now.’ and then he gave you another look that screamed, 'Maybe instead of fighting with Bakugo during the latest mission, you wouldn't have to pretend like his dick is the one that fucks you every night.'

You merely huffed, and your hands twitched slightly before you crossed your arms over your chest and glared at the floor. Like the poor hardwood decided it wanted to turn sentient and that it wished to make its existence known by deciding to insult every single family member in your bloodline and to spit on your grave.

“And how long are we going to have to keep this charade up for?” You hissed under your breath. Tommie had every right to look mildly guilty as he averted his eyes.

“A couple of months at least-” 

“Months???” You shrieked, whipping your head around to glare at the poor man who raised his hands in mock protest. Tommie winced as you cut him off.

“I can’t be seen with him for months. I’m gonna go insane and then like- stab him or something! Which would honestly be doing everyone a fucking favor but- like- still! I can’t handle being around him for five fucking minutes let alone a few months!” You threw your hands up into the air and groaned as Tommie shook his head.

“[Name]. That’s- no you don’t have to look at him for a few months- you don’t even need to think about him. It’s just for show, remember? The only time it’s gotta come into play is any time where the paparazzi are involved.” He reassured you. “Though it wouldn’t hurt if you two could potentially push your differences away and maybe learn to work together…” He mumbled under his breath before freezing up in place. You glared daggers at the man.

“Absolutely. Not.”

-> Masterlist

taglist [OPEN] : @luvseraphh - @tlissablr - @havemyheartt - @smelliottle - @sakurayashiro - @peachesvault - @qyuin - @kaidostwin - @wonubby

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[blogport]

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[touyaismycomfortboy]

♡ Long day at work... (touya todoroki x reader)

a/n: i'm a retail slave, and it's christmas time, i think you can tell where this is going. this is going out to all of us working hard this holiday season, have a short touya drabble <3

word count: 862 (told u it was short)

synopsis: you had an exhausting day at work, and your boyfriend takes care of you

pairing: touya todoroki x reader

As soon as you stepped into the door of your and Touya's apartment, you dropped your bags on the floor and stumbled into your shared bedroom, collapsing onto the soft bed.

It seemed like Touya was still out doing god knows what, you couldn't remember if he told me he was going anywhere today, all you could think about was how bad my feet hurt after how much my job had me walking today.

You groaned when you realized you'd forgotten to take off your shoes at the door, and quickly kicked them off you feet and onto the bedroom floor, curling up around a pillow on the bed and melting into the mattress.

All the lights were off in the house, and it was starting to get dark, but you didn't have the energy to get up and turn on the lights, so you just laid there in the dark. Hell, you were still in your work uniform, and you weren't planning on getting up even to change out of your sweaty clothes.

Barely even a few minutes had passed of laying in silence before you heard the front door open and shut, sounds of Touya taking off his heavy jacket and hanging it up.

You heard his footsteps approach the bedroom and opened your eyes when you saw the glare of the light he turned on through your eyelids.

"Oh, hey there doll... I didn't think you were home yet." He smiled at you as he approached the bed, sitting down next to where you were laying. "How was work today?" He asked. He looked at the ground and his eyebrow raised slightly when he saw your shoes on the bedroom floor, then looked back at you and noticed you were still in your work uniform.

You smushed your face into a pillow and groaned loudly, and Touya let out a small chuckle. "I see. That bad, huh?"

You nodded, patting the bed and feeling for where Touya was, not feeling like lifting up your head to actually look. You finally felt his hand, grabbing it and squeezing it.

Touya smiled looking down at your intertwined hands, thinking about how absolutely adorable you were when you were tired. Of course, he wouldn't tell you that right now, he had to have a little bit of fun with you first.

"Alright, come on, dollface." He placed his hands under your armpits and picked you up like a cat to make you sit up. "You smell bad, you're getting a bath."

"Nooooo-" You whined, smiling slightly as he forced you to sit up. "I don't wanna moveeeeeeee."

"God, aren't you whiny today." Touya shook his head, trying to hide his smile. "I'll get everything ready for you, doll, all you have to do is get in the bathtub."

"But-" You started, but he put a finger to your lips. "Just shut up and let me take care of you."

He got up and walked towards the bathroom, his footsteps soft against the hardwood floors. 

Your chest felt tingly, Touya always made sure you felt loved and cared for. He's such an asshole to the league, so rude to everyone around him, but you only got small comments here and there that he didn't mean. You were really the only person Touya truly loved at this point in his life.

You heard the water start to run in the bathroom and mustered the strength to stand up and walk to the bathroom. Touya had knelt on the floor, messing with the temperature of the water and putting the plug in the drain. 

You walked over to him and flopped onto his back like a ragdoll, wrapping your arms around his neck for stability while you used him like a human bed as he was bent over the bathtub. 

"Greetings, sleepyhead. Go ahead and get undressed, the tub is filling up." 

Touya started to stand up, and you still clung onto him, hanging off of him like a ragdoll still. Touya laughed at you, and after a moment you let go. You started to take off your pants, and Touya reached into the cabinet to grab a bath bomb and throw it into the tub for you.

You finished undressing, and Touya looked at you. He made a whistling sound at your undressed form, and you threw your sweaty shirt at his face before you slowly sank into the bathtub.

You sighed in relief as the warm water surrounded your body, feeling like a warm hug to your aching muscles. 

Touya turned off the water when it was finally full enough, and kneeled on the floor to kiss your forehead softly with his rough lips. "I'm a bit too tired to cook tonight, and you're certainly out of commission, would you like takeout?"

You nodded lazily, your eyes closing from relaxation. "Mmh… pizza…" You mumbled.

A small chuckle escaped from Touya's lips. "Alright, it's decided then. I'll be back." He stood up, walking out of the bathroom and into the next room. You heard him talking on the phone, probably to the pizza place, and you smiled to yourself. God, you were so loved.

[starhvney]

𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝟑 | 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟓.𝟓: 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀 𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑

𝐂𝐖: none? zane's a butt but we knew that already.

𝐀/𝐍: kinda short compared to the other chapters but we love the ro'meaves so i had to include this episode :)

𝐖𝐂: 3,700 +

𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐑: @arienic

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 ☆ 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 | 𝐀𝐎𝟑 | 𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐒

“holy crap, that’s their house?!” you exclaim, leaning forward as your wide eyes ogle at the house—no, mansion—that the car is pulling into the driveway of.

“oh yeah.” sylvanna looks back at you, her eyebrows waggling. “garte owns a really successful business, the ro’meave corporation. he’s in retail and the landowning industry, and business really started booming for him a couple of years ago. you didn’t know?”

you shake your head, tearing your eyes away from the stunning tall trees, huge front yard, and the beautiful brick house to sylvanna. her beautiful teal dress hugged her perfectly, and the gold she used to accessorize perfectly complemented her skin. she leans back towards you, whispering in your ear with a mischievous grin.

“you should marry one of the boys one day and then you can live in a mansion,” she giggles, before leaning away with a wink and sticking out her tongue to show you she was just joking. “just kidding. you’re not allowed to date until you’re thirty, either.”

you laugh, feeling your cheeks burn a bit as you shake your head. aphmau narrows her eyes at the two of you suspiciously before stepping out of the car, with the two of you following behind. the home was colonial style, with black shutters and vines growing up the front. 

you glance back at your friend, who is drooling equally as hard as she takes in the scenery.

“what a humble little place.” you shrug haughtily, earning a wary warning glance back from your mom.

aphmau’s eyes are still wide when she shakes her head in disbelief.

“they gave off rich vibes but i didn’t expect this.”

“at least they’re humble?”

zianna greets you all at the door, wearing a beautiful coral dress, a dainty gold wristwatch, and matching gold jewelry. her hair is styled into a beautiful curl blowout, and her green eyes are outlined by dark lashes and elegant eyeliner.

you can see where the boys got their looks from, noticing a similar pout in the full lips and the long thick lashes in the woman before you. you’re starting to wonder what the dad looked like.

“ahh! i’m so glad you guys could make it!” she excitedly ushers you in, your feet landing on beautiful dark polished hardwood floors.

your eyes look around at the tall ceilings and rounded archways into separate rooms, the closest one looking like what was probably the living room. your eyes trail up the large staircase in front of you, landing on garroth who had come down to greet you.

he wore navy blue slacks and a nice button-up shirt, rolled up to his elbows along with the unbuttoned navy blazer he paired with it. 

you’re glad you wore a pretty dress, now.

“don’t you two just look gorgeous!” your vision is covered by zianna, who smells like rich perfume as she admires you. “don’t you think, gar-gar?”

he makes it to the bottom of the flight, smiling at everyone.

“yes, they’re all gorgeous.”

“if you two wanted to marry one of my boys i’d totally let you!” garroth’s ears turn red at his mom’s words, and he steps over to greet your dad with a solid handshake. 

“then we’d all be related!” mom and sylvanna squeal along with her, before beginning to shuffle their way into the kitchen to finish dinner.

“gar-gar, why don’t you give the girls a house tour while us moms have our girl talk in the kitchen?”

you turn to notice your dad already walked off somewhere, probably to find garroth’s dad?

“yes ma’am.” garroth sighs, before turning to you and aph. “at least with a house tour we won’t have to listen to the three of them.”

aphmau sighs. “yeah, seriously.”

garroth turns back to where he came, gesturing at the staircase as he strides up to them. 

“here’s the stairs—“

“wow!” you and aphmau drawl out in unison, sarcastic wonder on your faces as you both applaud him.

he slowly turns to the two of you with a smile, the corners of his mouth downturned in embarrassment.

“shut up…” he giggles, before trekking up the steps.

you two follow behind in a fit of giggles, following behind your blonde tour guide. he turns to the first door in the long, wide hallway at the top of the stairs.

“this is zane’s room.” he turns the doorknob before using his foot to kick the door the rest of the way open. “hey baby brother!”

zane tumbles off of his chair in surprise, a loud yelp coming from his lips.

“garroth!” he yells in annoyance. “can’t you see i’m in the middle of something?!”

you peek in the room. the walls were darkly painted and the furniture was a dark—almost black wood. shelves were lined with collectibles from video games and shows, some that you were familiar with, some not. across from his bed was a large tv, and next to it a desk with a gaming pc. the small avatar on the computer screen begins taking damage, to which zane groans, scrambling for his mouse and keyboard to fight the monster off.

“why don’t you come downstairs and pause the game?” garroth quips back, staring unimpressed at the screen.

“it. can’t. be. paused.” he slowly turns his head towards the three of you, freckled face crinkled in irritation. “i’m in the middle of a dungeon. get out! i’ll come down when i want to!”

garroth holds his hands up in surrender, backing up out of the room and closing the door behind him. he turns back to you and aphmau sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck.

“sorry about him. he’s, uh… well, he really likes to isolate himself.”

you shrug, lips pressed in a thin smile. aphmau shrugs too, mentioning how zane was at least right about not being able to pause mmo games.

“ah, well i wouldn’t really know about that. i’m not into games as much as he is—i usually only ever play console games.”

“what do you play?” you ask, hoping your tone wasn’t too eager as you follow him down the hall towards another room.

“oh, well i think legend of zelda is fun—“ he interrupts himself by entering the door of another room. “hey, vylad.”

vylad sighs, glancing over from his bed as he sits perfectly straight, legs crossed and breathing evenly.

“you really have a problem with knocking, garroth.” he breathes in before exhaling, glancing over at you girls behind the intruder. “hey.”

“sorry baby brother.” garroth steps in further as vylad gives up on whatever meditating he was in the middle of, getting up and looking around his room.

the walls were a calming shade of forest green, quite similar to the boy’s eyes. a lot of his decorations were made of what looked like raw birch, continuing the natural theme. the only lighting in the room was the sunlight shining through the windows and a few candles that had been lit. they gave off a refreshing scent, making the whole room cozy and relaxing.

“i love your room, it’s so calm…” you compliment, trying not to look too amazed at how soft and comfortable his bed looked, as it was covered in the fluffiest duvet and pillows you’ve ever seen.

“thanks!” he grins.

now that you look at him, he really did look way more like his mom than his brothers. he wore some dark brown slacks with a loose linen shirt, looking like a young academic ready to teach his own class.

“i’m giving them a tour, wanna come along?” garroth asks, fiddling with a rubik’s cube from vylad’s dresser.

vylad stretches and shrugs, blowing out his candles and following the three of you to the door.

“well since i was so kindly interrupted in my meditation, why not?”

garroth sheepishly chuckles, making his way to the room directly across from vylad’s. “i said sorry…”

“you know, when you’re older if you don’t break this opening-doors-without-knocking habit it’ll turn into actually breaking down doors a habit in the future.”

“okay, that’s a bit exaggerated” he shakes his head. “i’m kinda strong, but not enough to break down a door with one push. besides, that’s just plain rude.”

“if you trained you could, i could see you being a firefighter. they do that, right?” you offhandedly note, stepping into what you now assume to be garroth’s room.

the walls are a muted shade of blue, reminding you of a color you’d see in a beach condo, complemented by ivory shades of white on his bed and some hints of yellow throughout the rest of his furniture. it was pretty clean and put together, aside from a pile in the corner that had sports jerseys and equipment spilling from a gym bag.

there were a few posters up, some from different song artists and bands, others of some console games—one of which being for legend of zelda. one wall also hung some high-placing medals and ribbons.

“oh? are these all your baseball achievements?”

“yeah… not to brag, i'm also the star player, so…”

“wow, gloating much?” aphmau laughs.

“i mean i would,” you admit, leaning in to look at a team photo on the wall. “captain and star player as a sophomore? i’d be telling everyone.”

garroth’s feet tumble behind you before the picture is covered by his larger hand. he ruffles his hair over the tops of his ears, clearing his throat and turning you around to the rest of his room.

“uh, so how do you like the rest of my room?”

you stifle a giggle, nodding and glancing around.

“it’s nice.”

“great!” his hands land firmly on your shoulders, ushering you and everyone else back out of his room and towards the staircase again.

zane emerges from his room, narrowing his eyes at the four of you as you pass. you finally see his outfit: simple black slacks and a black button-up. he uses his ringed fingers to briefly fluff up his hair, revealing his right eye. for the short time you see it, you notice the pupil was slightly clouded over, and a light scar ran from his eyelid to his brow.

“hey, baby brother.” garroth passes him, and zane’s annoyed expression deepens.

his other eye seems fine, but you slow next to him to double check.

“hi! you better from earlier?”

“obviously i am.” he scowls back, looking entirely unimpressed with you.

“oh.” your smile drops, the short laugh that leaves your lips sounding awkward. “i was just wondering…”

you nearly run into garroth’s back, looking up to see him sending an annoyed glare back at zane.

“zane, that wasn’t nice.”

“she was just asking. if you don’t like her just ignore her like you do to me,” vylad interjects, voice much calmer and even than the older two. “besides, don’t you have any good memories of her? she’s always been nice to you.”

“no, i don’t remember. and i prefer for it to stay that way.”

“zane,” garroth grits.

you send an uncomfortable glance over at aphmau, whose lips are tightly pressed together—unsure and awkward.

“what? mad i offended your little girlfriend? not my fault you—“

“zane, shut your—“

“you know,” aphmau suddenly interjects, cutting the two of them off. “i remember you being a big cry baby when we were younger, zane.”

“huh?!” his head whips over to the shorter girl, freckles cheeks brightening into an embarrassed pink. 

“yeah, and garroth would tease you, but then these two would come to defend you.” vylad raises his eyebrows, smiling smugly at the memory as he glanced at you. “i remember she used to lecture garroth like she was a grown up, and made him feel guilty and apologize everytime.”

“…what? i don’t remember that.” garroth frowns, eyes darting to the floor in thought. “i always remember being a good big brother.”

“oldest sibling syndrome,” vylad mutters to himself in amusement. “i mean, you’ve always been loving, sure. but when we were kids you were always messing with zane.”

zane crosses his arms, staring at the ground as he brews on the memories himself. his eyebrow is furrowed, long black lashes covering whatever emotion you tried to read from his eye. garroth hums to himself in thought, rolling his tongue on the inside of his cheek.

“huh, i kinda remember that, actually.”

“yeah, and i remember vylad used to eat dirt,” zane mutters.

you pettily restrain yourself from laughing, remembering how he had been rude to you just moments ago.

“i’ve always loved nature, what can i say?”

“and glue.”

“yet i still got into o’khasis prep.”

“whatever.” zane’s previous anger returns as he turns back around into his room. “i’m staying in my room until dinner. i don’t know why i even bothered to come out.”

the door slams behind him.

well.

the four of you silently walk downstairs, following garroth as he turns into a large living room.

“i’m really sorry about him. he’s been super angry all the time lately. he usually takes it mostly out on me, but it’s really annoying.” he turns, a heavy sigh leaving his lips and an apologetic look on his face.

“hey, at least he acknowledges your existence.”

“vylad,” garroth pats the younger brother’s shoulder with a small awe, “zane loves you. he’s just… going through some stuff.”

“i know, but still…” he sighs. “anyways, yeah. sorry guys.”

his hands wave forward as he gestures to the room.

“anyways. here’s the living room.”

“i can see that,” you laugh, walking over to the tall, built-in bookshelves that stood on either side of the huge stone fireplace.

“yeah, mom recently went on a huge redecorating spree and bought these new couches.”

aphmau makes a noise of wonder at the large white wrap-around couch, sitting down and poking one of the many soft throw pillows that decorated it.

garroth steps into a hallway that led further off into the house, waving all of you over and stepping down the short stairway into the next section.

“we have a bathroom and our laundry room over here, and…” he steps towards a large french door with frosted glass.

“this used to be the garage but then dad remodeled it to be his home office. he had a new garage built separate from the house,” garroth explains, before turning to crack open the door and peeking in. “dad?”

you turn to aphmau, lowering your voice to a whisper.

“me when i casually turn my garage into my home office.”

she elbows you and vylad snickers, having overheard you. your eyes widen in his direction and he innocently holds his hands up, smiling cheesily in your direction.

“hey, it’s all good. i’m aware my family is rich.”

you cover your mouth as you laugh, before garroth fully opens the door and waves for the three of you to follow him in.

you see where your dad had disappeared off to earlier. he stood with his arms crossed, whatever chat he was having with mr. ro’meave interrupted as the two men look over to greet all of you.

“hello. it’s been a while since i’ve last seen the two of you.” garte smiles, and he looks nearly exact to what you would imagine garroth to look like about twenty five years from now.

he stands from his desk, dressed in a very expensive looking suit as he strides over to politely shake your hand. a very fresh minty cologne briefly passes your nose and as he stands—very tall—in front of you, you notice how perfectly well groomed his short facial hair was.

“you two grew up to be beautiful young ladies.”

“thank you mr. ro’meave, it’s nice to meet you… again?”

“just call me garte.” he smiles, voice as smooth as garroth’s yet much less soft and most definitely firm and assertive.

you couldn’t help but nod in agreement, nervously unable to think of any more words to say. he was definitely a businessman.

“dinner is ready!” zianna’s chimed voice calls out to the house, interrupting your introductions.

“well, i was just beginning to feel hungry. perfect timing.”

everyone files out of the room, you and aphmau trailing behind the group. you lean close to her ear, smirking as you whisper.

“dilf.”

aphmau slowly turns her head to you in shock, jaw dropped and mouth gaping wide open, her cheeks blazing red. her hand covers her mouth as she recovers, clearing her throat.

“real.”

“what are you two whispering about back there?” vylad turns, raising an eyebrow at the two of you.

“nothing!” you both squeak, stiffening up and walking along as he and garroth shoot the two of you a strange look.

you soon find yourself situated with everyone else at the ro’meaves’ huge dining table, plates set with the combination of the three mothers’ efforts.

“so,” garte’s eyes landed on yours, the rest of the table’s attention falling to you, “i was talking to your dad about your move and how you were adjusting to the new school life. how do you like phoenix drop so far?”

“oh, it’s been… pretty good so far.” you gulp down the nervous lump in your throat. “garroth and aphmau are really good friends, so that helps.”

he barks out a laugh, the sound so crisp and clear it nearly startles you out of your seat.

“of course! if anyone gives you trouble you can always go to garroth or any of my boys for help.”

your lips curl up in a forced smile, embarrassment sinking into your skin. in your peripheral vision, you can see zane’s eye practically roll to the back of his head.

garroth leans forward in his seat, his perfect smile matching his father’s. “yeah, seriously. anytime you need help you know you can come to me.”

vylad’s mouth spreads into that same cheesy smile, though it looks like he had shoved something sour in his mouth before doing so.

“same here. i can’t fight, but i’ll do my best.”

“thanks, the same goes for all of you,” you return the sentiment, your cheeks burning uncomfortably hot as you distract yourself by shoving a bite of food in your mouth.

“i don’t think so,” zane mutters with an annoyed groan, earning a quick glare from his brothers.

“zane, you need to–” garroth starts.

“i don’t need to do anything, actually.”

“dad.” vylad turns to garte, the other adults distracted in their own conversation now. “can you tell zane and garroth to stop fighting?”

garte makes a distracted humming noise, before an insistent buzzing interrupts the moment.

“are they?” he asks absentmindedly, his focus turned to his phone as he quickly whips it out from his suit pocket, frowning. “ah, i should take this. it’s about the beach house.”

vylad’s face falls, and garte’s sudden exit from the room seems enough for his older brothers to stop talking, their annoyed expressions dropping as blue eyes watch him disappear through the doorway.

the rest of the dinner you quietly eat your food, listening and joining in to the older ladies’ chatter as they carry on the lively atmosphere. the boys start to gather up dishes on their mother’s command (they’re trained well), and when you reach down to your own plate to help, zianna reaches for your hand.

“oh no, my boys got it, hun!” she begins to pull you away, leading you back to the staircase. “i do want to talk to you about something, though.”

“oh, sure.”

she pulls you into a room upstairs that garroth hadn’t shown you before, another bedroom that you assume to be her and garte's. the room was elegantly decorated with different shades of creams, contrasted by polished dark ebony wood furniture. she leads you to her vanity and shuffles through her drawers.

you turn to glance through a nearby doorway, the room expanding even further into a huge bathroom that looked to be just as big as the bedroom.

“ah, here.” zianna says suddenly, and your attention turns to the taller woman as she dangles an interesting looking necklace in front of you.

you blink, gingerly taking the locket between your fingers as she moves it closer, face expectant.

“um, what is this?”

“i’m giving it to you,” she explains, reaching to clasp the thin chain around your neck.

“to me?” your eyes widen. “thank you… but why?”

“i spoke to your mom and sylvanna about the reason you moved here.” her tone is serious. “i know you probably don’t want to talk about it, and i understand that. but i want you to know you will always be safe with me and my boys.”

she lifts the locket up, briefly blowing into the top and a low whistle sounds from the metal.

“that’s with barely any air blowing into it. if you’re ever in trouble and no one is near, blow into this as hard as you can, and it’ll sound like a train whistle.”

you blink down at the beautifully decorated whistle, the round device looking inconspicuous. you’re unsure why it shakes you, but you feel the tip of your nose prick and your eyes mist.

“thank you…”

“of course dear. i want you to stay near my gar-gar as much as you can when you’re out until we start figuring some things out, okay? you’re not alone.” her delicate hands brush away your hands from your face, lightly tapping your cheeks.

“and we should totes exchange numbers!” she cheerfully switches up her tone, waving her hand to dry your teary lashes. “anytime you need me, you can just give me a call, pretty girl!”

after exchanging phone numbers as zianna insisted, the two of you make your way downstairs to give your final goodbyes for the evening. garroth and vylad pull you into a hug, wishing you a good night and retreating back upstairs. zane lingers for just a moment, his brow and mouth still pulled down into that signature frown.

you thought you had swallowed down your urge for tears, but the cold icy blues that darted over your expression seemed much too observant for comfort.

“you know, if you frown like that all the time you’ll have wrinkles by your twenties,” you remark, lingering by the front door.

“didn’t ask,” he quips, arms crossed stubbornly before he sighs. “good night.”

“...good night.”

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Stuck With Me. Eddie Munson x Reader

AN: At the end of each chapter will be a picture of ‘your’ Journal. Photos, and writing of a little bit from each chapter. 

(THIS IS A REUPLOAD ALL CHAPTERS WILL BE RE UPLOADED ONE BY ONE)

I do not allow my writing to be republished anywhere other than my own blog without my consent.

WARNINGS: Nothing serious I don’t think in this first chapter.

WORDCOUNT: 2k

Chapter 1: I Made Pasta

It’s 6:35pm when you finally make it through the threshold of your shared apartment with your best friend Robin. After a terribly long shift at a coffee shop just down the road you could barely make it three steps before dropping all of your belongings and laying flat on your back on the cold hardwood floor.

Soft music from the radio in the living room echoed around and you could smell something with garlic cooking. Bare feet thumping loudly down the hallway; stopping only a few millimetres from your head. You opened one eye, squinting the other while looking up and an upside down robin. Her hair a curtain around her face. 

“You didn’t even make it to the carpet today” She said, voice soft with sympathy. 

You groaned and closed your eyes again, pushing out your bottom lip in a hefty pout. 

“I’m making pasta, do you want any?” she asked, her footsteps retreating into the kitchen.

“Please?” you said finally sitting up off the floor. You hated complaining about working at the coffee shop because if you were being honest to anyone other than yourself, you were really lucky to have it, and really lucky to actually like the people you worked with. The past retail jobs you had with snotty coworkers, and middle-aged women forming cliques; the coffee shop was a breath of fresh air in comparison. It was just always hard. Being too nice for your own good and often got taken advantage of which leads you to constantly be overworking, and so sometimes, coming home and laying on the floor is the only thing you can manage for about twenty minutes. Ten if robins cooked something. 

You and Robin have lived together for about two years now, but you’ve known her for three. You met at some shitty bar with a bunch of college kids you didn’t know and ending up sticking together and getting high in the girls bathroom. You fell in love with who she was instantly. The way she talked so quickly and passionately, her thoughts tumbling out her mouth before she could even process them. The insane amount of knowledge her brain could hold, constantly blurting facts about almost anything, being able to keep them all within relevance of the conversation was something you almost envied. She had this really good friend Steve. Steve Harrington; they had apparently gone to school together but when they showed you old pictures of them you would have never imagined them ending up as friends. They became close after working together at some ice cream shop in a mall back in their old town that apparently burnt down, and they kind of trauma bonded from that. 

Steve was funny and quick witted, often called you out on your own bullshit before you even saw it. He was a delight to be around honestly and if you and Robin had an extra room you know he’d stay here. His parents are rich apparently, but he was quite adamant about paying for his own shitty apartment instead of having his parents rent out one of the nicer ones down town. He stayed down there most days. 

There was another kid who came around every once in a while; Dustin… something. You could never remember his last name, but Steve looked after him like he was his younger brother. Dustin was also from Hawkins along with the other two, and it was sweet knowing they all kept in touch as often as they did seeing as they were so far from their home town, and all grown up. 

You was jealous sometimes. Jealous of the life they had before, and the friendships they kept. You never had the opportunity to stay anywhere for very long. You lived with your aunt Jean, and money was hard for her. She adopted you after your mom died when you were six, even though she already had four kids of her own that she was raising. It was hard raising us as a single parent, and her kids didn’t exactly like you.

So with Jean often unable to pay rent, you moved from place to place every couple years. It gets tiring being the new kid, so when you turned eighteen you moved out here you decided to stay as long as you could; and every year you’ve been here since Robin has made it worth it. (Although you would never hold it against her, you do miss her when she goes back to Hawkins for the holidays to visit her parents) 

Those first couple of years on your own were terrible until you met that chatter box of a woman named Robin. 

Finally lifting yourself off of the floor you walked towards your room, putting your things away and ridding yourself of your old work clothes. Dropping them to the floor you searched through your dresser pulling out a pair of pyjama pants and an old baggy Metallica shirt. You never wore it out in public because their music wasn’t exactly your thing, but Robin had given it to you; saying it was an old friends and she didn’t want to keep it but felt guilty if she threw it away or donated it. So naturally you took it in happily. It was too comfy to throw away, so it became a regular sleep shirt. 

Sliding your way back into the kitchen Robin was placing two bowls of pasta onto the counter. Grabbing both you brought them over to your little rounded kitchen table that you stuck in the corner. It was a tight squeeze but you made it work. “Have I ever told you that I love you?” you said to her with a mouthful of noodles. 

She laughed and slid into the seat across from you, placing two graciously full glasses of white wine. “Once or twice, usually not through a mouthful of food, but still meaningful nonetheless” she quipped. “I am a really good cook though” She admitted. 

“You are, I don’t know why Steve is always so shocked about it" 

“Because I could barely make toast without setting something on fire when I was in high school" 

"I just find that so hard to believe” You said. “I always picture you as this person” you gesture towards her. “Just maybe a little smaller, and maybe more shy”

“Oh I’m still shy” she pointed at you with her fork; half a noodle dangling from it.

“I know, I’ve seen the way you talk to women remember?” You laughed. “You’ve gotten better though, and you’re back together with vickie right? That’s gotta be good for something”

“Yeah I guess” Sighing she poked around her bowl.

“Trouble in paradise?” You ask while raising an eyebrow. 

She rolled her eyes at the cliche phrase. “I don’t know, I think I’m just worried that maybe the break wasn’t enough for her and that she’ll realize I’m not that great and she can do better, even though I personally think were perfect for each other, I mean we literally fit together like a puzzle piece, and I don’t know how or why but we do and I-’

"Robin” You say cutting her off. “Sometimes taking a break is really beneficial for bother parties you know? Distance makes the heart grow fonder or some shit; whatever that saying is, anyways” You said swirling your hand in the air. “If vickie doesn’t see how fucking incredible you are, even now after the break, or even when she locked eyes on you for the first time, then she isn’t worth it…” You paused. “I know it’s not exactly what you want to hear, but you are more and you deserve more”

She looked up at you, eyes  bleary with tears. Smiling she wiped at her eyes, a small chuckle escaping her. “You really are the best of best friends a girl could ask for” Her eyes widened at her words. “Don’t tell Steve I said that, he might have a mental breakdown”

“Oh I’m absolutely telling Steve you just said I was the bestest of best friends. I need to rub it in that little twerps face” You said grinning. 

“Oh!” She exclaimed. “I told Steve we would go back with him to Hawkins on Friday for the week, because I know you’re off work, and I can take my work with me anywhere really, and Steve said that the gang really wanted to get together for the Corroded Coffin show at the bar, and I couldn’t exactly say no so” she stopped to take a deep breath. “You’re gunna see the lovely little shit hole that is Hawkins Indiana” She smiled brightly in anticipation. 

You really didn’t want to spend two hours in a car to go visit a town you had never been to, to see a band you had never heard of, but you couldn’t deny the curiosity you had to finally being able to see Robins home town.

“Friday?” You asked and she nodded. 

“But that’s tomorrow" 

She bit her lip and gave you a pleading smile. And when your best friend gives you that ‘please do this for me I need you there and I made you noodles’ look. You just can’t say no.

"Fine” you groan. “But we’re taking my car, Steve can drive himself, I’m not getting stuck in the backseat with you and your stinky feet again" 

"That was one time!” she argued. 

“One time too many if you ask me” you fake annoyance.

“Also thank you, I really appreciate you coming… I didn’t want to see Vickie for the first time since the break alone, and Steve isn’t the best wingman”

“I’d kill a man for you” you said taking another mouthful of noodles. “Just give me the word baby”

“God no wonder Steve always thinks we’re secretly dating with the amount of flirting we do” she said shaking her head. 

“Hey if you don’t flirt with your best friend then what’s the point in even having a best friend?”

“I don’t flirt with Steve” She pointed.

“Yeah cause you’re a lesbian Robin”

She shrugged in agreement and you both went back to eating your pasta. 

Around 9pm you decided to head into your room to start packing your small suitcase. Robin said to pack something for every possible scenario, including the bad ones. Whatever that means.

It was mid July so you decided on half the clothes being okay for hot weather, and half of them being for cold weather, with a few extra cozy options for good measure. You threw an all too new looking copy of The Lord Of The Rings, on top (Something you had been meaning to read for a while) and then fumbled around for toiletries. 

“Hair brush, hair ties, headband?” You questioned looking back at your dresser. It was covered in all types of jewelry and hair accessories mixed in with the endless amount of paint supplies. “Nah no headband” You decided. “toothbrush and toothpaste? I’m sure Robins parents have toothpaste…” You bit your lip. What if they were the type of people that just didn’t share toothpaste? “Whatever” You rolled your eyes.

Robin knocked lightly on the doorframe of your room. 

You give her a quick glance while continuing to move around your room. She crept in and sat with her legs crossed on your bed. “You’re talking out loud again” she said reaching over to grab one of your stuffed animals, cuddling it to her chest.

“Shit” you mumbled. “I really gotta stop doing that” An embarrassing habit when you were nervous. You even used to have to grit your teeth together to stop myself from looking like a crazy person when you were out in public, but at home, it didn’t really matter all too much if Robin heard you. After a few more minutes of shoving things into your suitcase you stood back to look at it, hands on your hips. “Do you think your parents will like me?” You say abruptly looking up at Robin. 

She raised a brow “Yeah probably, why?”

“I don’t know, I just don’t want them to think you’re living with some weirdo roommate" 

She laughed. "They already know who you are, they don’t think you’re weird. They have me as a daughter, their perception of weird is much different than any ‘normal’ humans”

“Yeah I guess you are a big weirdo huh?” You tease. 

“The best in the bizz” She said with a yawn. “Alright I’m gunna try to sleep, I’ll wake you up in the morning” Skipping out of your room and to her own she yelled a “Goodnight!” Before closing her door. 

You sighed looking at the time. Not feeling tired enough to sleep yet so you decided to journal a little bit to pass the time. Scribbling doodles and words all over the pages, adding as many stickers as you saw fit. It was one of your favourite pastimes because not only did you have your own words to look back on, to remember fond moments, you always slapped a couple of Polaroids onto the pages for extra nostalgia. The process of it all was calming, and often soothed any anxieties from the day whenever you got to sit down, and glue, and tape a bunch of stuff onto the lined paper. 

Finally deciding to crawl into bed before your week of 'vacation’ started. Wrapping your blanket tightly around you, shutting off all the lights except for one and closing your eyes. Naturally sleeping didn’t come easy, and you tossed and turned all night until around 12:30 am. You fell asleep sometime soon after that, adding another page to your journal in the process.

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Carpet vs. Hard Floors: Which Is Easier to Maintain?

Pros & Cons of Carpeted vs. Hard Flooring: Which One Wins?

When it comes to commercial spaces, the flooring you choose can make a huge difference in comfort, maintenance, and appearance. The big debate? Carpeted vs. hard flooring. Each has its perks and drawbacks, so let’s break it down in a way that makes choosing easier!

Comfort & Noise: The Cozy Factor vs. the Echo Effect

If you want a workspace that feels warm and inviting, carpeted flooring is the clear winner. It’s soft underfoot, absorbs sound, and keeps noise levels low—perfect for busy offices or hotels where peace and quiet matter. No one likes the echo of every footstep when trying to concentrate!

On the flip side, hard flooring (like tile, vinyl, or hardwood) doesn’t absorb sound as well, which can make a space feel louder. However, it’s easier to clean spills and doesn’t trap dust, which is a big plus for businesses that need a sleek, professional look. If noise is an issue, adding rugs or acoustic panels can help balance things out.

Maintenance & Durability: What’s Easier to Clean?

In the battle of carpeted vs. hard flooring, hard flooring wins in the maintenance department. Spilled coffee? No problem—just wipe it up! With carpet, stains can linger, and dirt loves to hide deep in the fibers, making professional cleaning a must.

However, carpet does have one advantage: it hides dirt better than hard flooring, which means it won’t look messy as quickly. But beware—over time, trapped dust and allergens can lead to poor indoor air quality. Hard flooring, on the other hand, can be mopped and disinfected easily, making it ideal for high-traffic areas like restaurants, medical offices, and retail spaces.

Style & Aesthetic: Which One Looks Better?

This one really depends on the vibe you’re going for. Carpeted flooring brings warmth, texture, and a cozy feel to any space. It’s a great choice for hotels, office lounges, or conference rooms where you want a more relaxed atmosphere.

Hard flooring, though, offers a modern, polished look that works well in corporate offices, showrooms, and lobbies. Plus, with so many options—luxury vinyl planks, polished concrete, and engineered wood—you can match it to any design style. If durability and a sleek, professional look are priorities, hard flooring takes the lead.

Cleaning Challenges for Each Flooring Type: Carpeted vs. Hard Flooring

No matter how beautiful your floors are, they won’t stay that way without proper care. When it comes to carpeted vs. hard flooring, cleaning challenges can be very different—and some are trickier than others. Let’s dive into the dirt (literally) and see what makes each flooring type tough to clean!

Carpet: The Dirt Magnet That Loves Stains

Carpet may feel warm and cozy underfoot, but it’s also a magnet for dust, dirt, and every crumb that falls. Unlike hard flooring, which lets you sweep debris away, carpet fibers trap everything—and that includes allergens, pet hair, and even odors. Vacuuming helps, but deep cleaning is a must if you want to keep carpets fresh and hygienic.

Then, there’s the stain struggle. Spill a coffee on tile, and it wipes right up. Spill it on carpet? Now you’re in a battle against time! Liquid seeps deep into the fibers, making stains harder to remove. Some messes, like ink or red wine, might become permanent if not treated immediately. Regular steam cleaning is key, but let’s be honest—who has time to do that every week?

Hard Flooring: The Streaky & Slippery Challenge

While hard flooring is way easier to clean than carpet, it comes with its own set of issues. Sure, you can sweep up dirt and mop spills, but not all cleaning products play nice with every surface. Hardwood floors, for example, hate excess moisture. Too much water can cause warping, and using the wrong cleaner might leave streaks or even dull the finish.

Tile floors are more forgiving but come with another problem: grout lines. Dirt loves to settle into grout, and over time, it can turn from crisp white to dingy gray. Scrubbing grout is nobody’s idea of fun, but without regular maintenance, it can make even the cleanest tile floor look dirty. Meanwhile, vinyl and laminate floors need gentle cleaning—harsh chemicals can damage the surface, and too much water can cause bubbling or peeling.

Dust, Scratches & Footprint Woes

Another challenge with carpeted vs. hard flooring is how easily they show wear and tear. Carpet can flatten in high-traffic areas, creating visible paths over time. Hard flooring, while more durable, is prone to scratches—especially if people aren’t careful with furniture or high heels. And don’t even get started on footprints! Glossy hard floors look stunning, but they also show smudges, dust, and streaks way too easily.

Cost Comparisons for Long-Term Maintenance: Carpeted vs. Hard Flooring

Choosing between carpeted vs. hard flooring isn’t just about style—it’s also about cost. While the upfront price of materials matters, what really impacts your budget is long-term maintenance. Some floors need constant deep cleaning, while others require special treatments to keep them looking fresh. Let’s break down the real costs of keeping each flooring type in top shape!

Cleaning Costs: Carpet Needs More Frequent Deep Cleaning

When it comes to regular maintenance, carpet tends to be the pricier option. Sure, vacuuming helps, but it only removes surface dirt. Over time, dust, allergens, and bacteria settle deep into the fibers, making professional deep cleaning a necessity. Depending on the size of your space, carpet cleaning services can cost anywhere from $0.15 to $0.50 per square foot—and most carpets need a deep clean at least twice a year.

Hard flooring, on the other hand, is much easier to maintain. A mop, broom, and the right cleaning solution can keep it looking fresh. However, certain types of hard flooring need special care. Hardwood floors, for example, require occasional polishing or refinishing to maintain their shine, which adds to the long-term cost. Tile floors are lower maintenance but may need grout sealing or deep scrubbing to prevent dirt buildup.

Durability: Which Flooring Lasts Longer?

If you’re thinking long-term, hard flooring wins on durability. A well-maintained hardwood, vinyl, or tile floor can last 20 to 50 years, while commercial-grade carpet typically needs replacing every 7 to 10 years. High-traffic areas wear out carpets faster, leaving them looking dull and flattened. Plus, once carpet starts fraying or unraveling, there’s no easy fix—you have to replace it entirely.

Hard floors, while more durable, can still face wear and tear. Scratches, dents, and fading happen over time, especially if heavy furniture isn’t padded or high heels are a regular occurrence. But the upside? Instead of replacing the entire floor, you can often refinish, reseal, or repair small sections, making it a more cost-effective long-term investment.

Replacement Costs: Carpet vs. Hard Flooring Over Time

Replacing carpet is often cheaper upfront, but since it wears out faster, you’ll spend more money on replacements over the years. Carpet installation costs $3 to $7 per square foot, while high-end commercial carpet can cost even more. Multiply that by every time you replace it, and the cost adds up quickly!

Hard flooring, while more expensive to install, offers better long-term value. Luxury vinyl, tile, and hardwood flooring range from $5 to $15 per square foot, but they rarely need full replacement. Instead of tearing up old floors every decade, businesses can simply refinish, reseal, or repair sections, saving thousands in the long run.

Choosing the Best Flooring for Your Business Needs: Carpeted vs. Hard Flooring

When designing a commercial space, flooring plays a huge role in functionality, appearance, and overall maintenance. Choosing between carpeted vs. hard flooring isn’t just about aesthetics—it’s about finding the right balance between comfort, durability, and cost. Different businesses have different needs, so let’s break down the key factors to help you make the best decision!

Traffic & Usage: How Busy Is Your Space?

The first thing to consider is foot traffic. If your business sees a steady stream of customers, clients, or employees moving around all day, durability is a top priority. Hard flooring is a clear winner for high-traffic areas, as it can withstand heavy use without wearing down quickly. Tile, vinyl, and polished concrete are especially tough, making them great for restaurants, retail stores, and office lobbies.

Carpet, on the other hand, works well in lower-traffic spaces like conference rooms, executive offices, and hotel suites. It provides extra comfort underfoot and helps reduce noise, which is perfect for businesses where a quiet, professional atmosphere matters. However, if placed in high-traffic areas, carpet can show wear and tear much faster than hard flooring.

Maintenance & Cleaning: How Much Effort Are You Willing to Put In?

Let’s be honest—nobody enjoys cleaning floors all the time. If you want something low-maintenance, hard flooring is the better option. Sweeping, mopping, and occasional deep cleaning are usually enough to keep it in top shape. Tile, vinyl, and laminate require minimal upkeep, while hardwood may need refinishing every few years to maintain its shine.

Carpet, however, requires frequent vacuuming, stain removal, and professional deep cleaning to stay fresh. Spills and dirt settle into the fibers, making it harder to keep clean, especially in busy environments. If your business is prone to spills—like a café or medical office—hard flooring might save you a lot of headaches in the long run.

Aesthetic & Comfort: What Vibe Do You Want?

Looks matter, and the right flooring can completely change the feel of your space. Hard flooring gives off a sleek, modern, and professional vibe, making it ideal for law firms, showrooms, and high-end retail spaces. It’s also available in endless styles, from polished wood to industrial-chic concrete.

If warmth and coziness are a priority, carpet is the way to go. It makes spaces feel more inviting, absorbs noise, and provides extra insulation, which can help with energy costs in colder months. Hotels, office lounges, and waiting areas benefit from the soft, comfortable feel of carpeted flooring.

Final Thoughts: Carpeted vs. Hard Flooring—Which One Wins?

Choosing between carpeted vs. hard flooring isn’t a simple decision—it depends on your business’s needs, maintenance preferences, and budget. Both options have their strengths and challenges, and the right choice comes down to what works best for your space.

If comfort and noise reduction are top priorities, carpeted flooring provides warmth and a welcoming feel. It’s perfect for offices, hotels, and areas where a quieter atmosphere is needed. However, it does require regular deep cleaning and can wear down faster in high-traffic zones.

On the other hand, hard flooring is a durable, sleek, and low-maintenance option. Whether you choose tile, vinyl, or hardwood, it’s easier to clean and lasts longer with proper care. While it may cost more upfront, it’s a smart long-term investment that can handle heavy foot traffic without frequent replacements.

At the end of the day, the best flooring choice depends on your business’s daily operations, budget, and style preferences. Whether you go with carpeted or hard flooring, keeping it clean and well-maintained is essential to keeping your space looking professional and inviting!

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Commercial Cleaners and Their Role in Maintaining Clean Spaces

Commercial cleaners play a crucial role in maintaining cleanliness and hygiene in businesses, offices, industrial facilities, and public spaces. Unlike regular cleaning, commercial cleaning services involve specialized equipment, trained professionals, and industry-grade cleaning solutions to ensure a deep and thorough cleaning. Businesses rely on commercial cleaners to create a safe, healthy, and professional environment for employees, clients, and visitors.

The Importance of Commercial Cleaners

Ensuring a Healthy Environment

Professional commercial cleaners help reduce the spread of bacteria, viruses, and allergens by using disinfectants and deep-cleaning techniques. Regular cleaning minimizes health risks and creates a safer workplace for employees and customers.

Enhancing Workplace Productivity

A clean and organized workspace contributes to employee productivity and morale. Clutter-free and sanitized environments reduce stress, improve focus, and create a more efficient work atmosphere.

Professional Image and Customer Satisfaction

First impressions matter, and a clean commercial space reflects professionalism and attention to detail. Whether it is an office, retail store, or restaurant, maintaining cleanliness enhances the customer experience and strengthens the company’s reputation.

Extending the Lifespan of Assets

Dust, dirt, and grime can cause wear and tear on furniture, flooring, and office equipment. Regular maintenance and deep cleaning by commercial cleaners help extend the life of these assets, saving businesses money on repairs and replacements.

Types of Commercial Cleaning Services

Office Cleaning

Commercial cleaners provide routine cleaning for offices, including dusting, vacuuming, sanitizing workstations, and emptying trash bins.

Industrial and Warehouse Cleaning

Factories and warehouses require specialized cleaning due to exposure to heavy machinery, chemicals, and large workspaces. Commercial cleaners ensure safety compliance and remove hazardous substances.

Retail and Restaurant Cleaning

Stores and restaurants must maintain high hygiene standards to comply with health regulations. Commercial cleaners focus on sanitizing floors, restrooms, kitchens, and customer areas. Refer Link: https://www.classaclean.com/.

Carpet and Floor Cleaning

Professional cleaners use specialized equipment to clean carpets, hardwood floors, and tiles, removing dirt, stains, and allergens.

Choosing the Right Commercial Cleaning Service

Businesses should consider factors such as experience, reputation, cleaning methods, and eco-friendly practices when hiring a commercial cleaning company. Checking reviews, requesting service details, and ensuring compliance with industry standards help in selecting the right provider.

Conclusion

Commercial cleaners are essential for maintaining cleanliness, health, and professionalism in business and public spaces. Their expertise ensures a safe and welcoming environment while preserving the longevity of office assets and improving overall efficiency.

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Timeless Elegance: Luxury Home Decor Items to Elevate Your Living Space

Luxury home decor items are not just about extravagance but also about quality craftsmanship, exquisite materials, and timeless design. Elevate your living space with these curated selections that embody sophistication and opulence, transforming your home into a sanctuary of luxury.

1. Designer Furniture

Investing Luxury home decor furniture pieces is key to achieving a luxurious interior. Look for iconic designs crafted from premium materials such as Italian leather, solid hardwoods, or handcrafted metals. Pieces like Eames lounge chairs, Barcelona chairs, or Chesterfield sofas not only exude elegance but also offer exceptional comfort and durability. Online platforms and exclusive boutiques often showcase a variety of designer furniture collections that cater to different tastes and interior styles.

2. Artisanal Rugs and Carpets

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18+ only, please! Language, sexual content, and communications of pro-choice variety.

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Sebastian Stan

*I really took some liberties with this. I do hope you all enjoy it. Especially the wonderful Anon who asked for a pregnant!Reader X Seb fic

The tiny knock on the door made you jump, your head snapping up to see your friend poke their head in, “Hey.” 

You nodded, and they slid into the bedroom. Your knees touched as they sat down beside you, reaching out to grab your wrist. You’d been picking at your nails, tearing skin away before going back and doing it again. 

“It’s okay.” 

“We don’t know that.” Dread filled your stomach. An ugly twist of a knife to stab through to your spine. You sat there staring at the ground, at the hardwood floor; your eyes unfocusing. It blurred the white stick that sat between your legs. 

Pregnant. 

“No matter what we both know Sebastian is going to be there.” 

Did you? 

It’s only been two years, not even a solid two years. Neither of you is perfect, and your jobs don’t keep you in the type of place to nurture a relationship. It’d taken a few offs before deciding you should stay on and even longer to decide to try living together. 

Try is the operative word. 

You still had half your stuff at your old apartment. In fact, you’d left your laptop there and needed to grab it for work. Which made you think about Sebastian coming home next week — about the video chat you’d had last night. 

He’d smile at you through the screen, talk about filming and mention the new restaurant he tried. It’d be a normal chat that ended happily — on the outside. 

He didn’t know you had a box of pregnancy tests on the bathroom counter. He didn’t know you’d taken two, and they’d both come up positive and that Raegan was coming with more in the morning. 

“Sebastian loves you. You love him. This isn’t ideal and you’ll have to have an uncomfortable conversation, but he’ll be there.” 

What if he chooses not to be?

“I’m not sure if I-” the words died. They tasted of ash on your tongue, clogging your throat and gnashing your teeth together, “even want to-”

Raegan squeezed your wrist again. "Try not to think about that right now. You set up the doctor's appointment, right?" 

You nodded. 

Raegan nodded back. "Okay, we'll handle that first, then we'll do the rest. How about we get something to eat? Are you still thinking of thai?" 

Rolling your shoulders, you looked up and blinked away tears. 

-

A week, four positive tests, and a long conversation with your doctor later, Sebastian sat at the kitchen table with a tablet in front of him. 

“I got an email about the South by Southwest festival. I’m not sure if I have the time to go — I kind of hope I can.” He trailed off, scrolling the page. 

Your hands felt clammy. “It’d be fun. You’d get to see that new.” You had to stop and think, “Andi Pinkew movie?”

Seb smiled, “Yeah. I’ll talk to Chris and Joel about it.” 

Your heart squeezed in your chest watching him read. He looked relaxed, the stress loose on his shoulders. Could you tell him this? 

Should you? 

Your stomach burned. 

With a deep breath, you moved from the kitchen counter to stand beside him. “I love you.” You wrapped your arm around his shoulders, leaning down to kiss his temple. 

Seb hummed, “I love you too. Hey, do you think vampires could work in retail?” 

You laughed a loud barking noise that was more nerve-racking than it was humor. It made Seb look up at you with furrowed brows. 

“Baby-”

“I have to tell you something.” It came out in a spill of words.

The tablet made a soft sound when Seb laid it down. His eyes focused on you, keeping track as you step back. 

He stood up, “Alright.” 

The stress he wore was like a suit draped over his shoulders once more. You touched his arm, curling your fingers around his bicep. Sebastian touched your hand then slid his fingers between yours. 

“I’m pregnant.” 

He went still, then dropped his hand. It stunned you, a shock wave of ice chilling down your spine. It made you step back once more, your hand hitting for the countertop to keep you standing. 

Panic rose in your chest to choke you.  

You swallowed it. 

Neither of you spoke for several minutes — standing there in silence as Sebatian watched something over your shoulder. Despite your skin crawling, you stayed right where you are. 

He deserved a reaction. 

It’s a big thing to tell someone. 

Should you show him the damned ultrasound? 

With a small shake of your head, the thought vanished. Now is not the time — you hadn’t even looked at it yourself. Not since the nurse practitioner smiled at you while printing the images out. 

Raegan had seen them and made a small noise in the back of their throat. 

You needed Sebastian to say something. “Would you like to — I don’t know — sit back down?” 

Sit back down? What’s sitting down going to do — in fact — you’re pretty sure sitting down led to this current predicament. 

Sebastian sat back down, “Um, have you-”

“Yes. Whatever the question is, yes.”

“Okay.” He blinked. “I thought you seemed quiet yesterday. Did you- uh-”

“I saw my doctor on Wednesday. I have the little photos if you-”

“No,” He shook his head, “Not yet. I need to breathe.” 

You could give him that. He deserved that. 

Instead of staying by the counter you grabbed some glasses and filled them up. Seb didn’t blink when you sat it on the table in front of him. He kept looking off in the distance with a slack mask on. Your own water felt like poison on your tongue, seeming to burn on the way down. When you felt the coolness hit your stomach, it made you sick. 

Morning sickness. 

That’d been the first hint, something that surprised you considering how early you are. Raegan had noticed it first, commenting on your inability to hold your food and wondering if you’d slipped into past habits. You hadn’t noticed what was going on — past habit as a reason — you’d grown used to having that sick stomach on his feeling when you eat. It’d taken years for you to overcome your challenges, but habits are habits for a reason. 

The second sign had been pickles. 

You didn’t hate pickles, but the smell of them always made you queasy. (Vinegar, yuck) 

When you’d gone out to eat with your friends and noticed fried pickles on the menu, the unbelievable urge to eat two whole baskets welled up inside you.

That’d been the night Raegan knocked on the door and held out a box of tests. Her mouth twisted, eyes shadowed. The two of you are lifelong friends and pregnancy — well, pregnancy was a sore spot. 

Blinking away tears, you sniffled. Sebastian’s eyes slid towards you, his body following suit. His face lacked color, skin ghost white, but he reached out to touch your cheek and let you nuzzle into the caress. 

“Did Rae go with you?” He rasped. 

“Yeah.”

“Good, I’m glad they were there.” His words sounded odd, low, filled with weariness. 

“Seb-” 

He shook his head, “I’m okay. Kind of — processing this is taking a minute.” He smiled wearily as his fingers touched the edge of his drink, wiping off the water collecting on the glass.

“I’ve never thought about it.” You stared at the glass in your hand. “I love kids, but never imagined I’d have my own.” 

“Me too.” Seb’s gaze transfixed on the tabletop, eyes roaming the surface, “I’m not sure I’m good with kids to be honest.” 

“We could-” You cut yourself off, “I’m not too far along — there are options.” 

He nods. “I’m open to options.” 

Neither of you said anything for a long time. Sebastian kept clenching and unclenching his jaw, the wetness on his glass leaving droplets on his fingers.

A sharp stab at your chest made you wince. You can’t think straight let along wonder if Sebastian was thinking straight himself. “Why don’t we take a few days? Talk things through and see what feels right?” 

Seb looks up, eyes sharp. ��No matter the decision you’re the only one who matters. I mean, it’s half mine, but it’s your body.” 

You reach out, sliding your hand against his until you cross pinkies, “I want you to have a say. This is both of our situation.” 

His hand was shaking, fingers tight as they tangled with yours. “Thank you, but I’m serious, no matter what decision I feel comfortable with-” 

“It’s my body.” 

“Exactly.” He smiled, a slow drag that disappeared as quickly as it’d come.

You leaning forward, lips pressing to his forehead, “I love you so much.”

“Yeah?” He gave a halfhearted chuckle. “You better. Remember that when you have to cut back on coffee if you decide to keep it.” 

“Ugh,” You sit back down, “Put that on the cons list along with using one of those nose booger things. My niece had to use one a lot-” You gag, “yuck.” 

Sebastian turned until he could wrap his arm around your waist, pulling you and the chair closer to him. It pushes you against his shoulder, your face falling into the crook of his neck as he sways you. The nerves are a tangle of barbed wire all over your body. You knew Seb hadn’t finished processing this, knew you weren’t ready to think it through yourself. This isn’t a decision that could happen in a day with some romantic idea of a happily ever after.

This is your life. 

A life you’ve worked hard to build — Sebastian as well. 

“I’m here.” He whispered against your temple, “I promise. I’m here.” 

You cried. 

Later that night, he came up behind you in the bathroom, resting his chin on your shoulder. 

“Hey.” He whispered. 

“Hi.” 

His eyes caught yours in the mirror. “I saw the ultrasound.” 

You nodded. You weren’t sure if he’d want to see it, but left it on the kitchen counter, anyway. The black and gray waves made your stomach sick. Raegan had told you it’s okay to not see what you’re supposed to see. 

It made you feel empty. 

“I couldn’t find the baby.” 

You laughed, doubling over as Sebastian chuckled behind you.

It’s made the knot in your chest unwind with a warm rush of affection. 

-

A week later: 

Sebastian had taken to searching about pregnancy, carrying his tablet around the condo or looking down at his phone when in bed. He’d asked his mother several questions, read several books, and watched a few questionable YouTube videos. He was taking this seriously. 

You were doing the exact opposite. In your defense growing up there had been few electives in your high school — one of those being Child development classes. Taking one every year for four years — along with the babies that’d come in and out of your life — prepared you a bit more than Seb. 

You knew there’d be stages throughout the pregnancy, and knew what to expect with morning sickness, heartburn, and weight gain. That played a part in your indecision — are you willing to endure those things to become a parent? Did you even want to be a parent? Did Sebastian? 

Sebastian had gone with you to a doctor’s appointment — staring at the screen as your doctor double checked how far along you are and asked how you’re feeling. His face stayed calm throughout the entire appointment, hand holding yours, brochures sticking out of his pockets. When you’d gone to the bathroom and returned, he was sitting near the play area talking to a woman with twins in her lap. His nose stayed scrunched as the twin on the right chewed on its fists, drool spilling around it. 

You waved at him and he sprang to his feet and ushered both of you out the door in seconds. 

“Did you know some babies are born with teeth?” He opened the door for you. 

“I think all babies are born with teeth.” You responded when he slid inside.

He side-eyed you, “No, like, teeth already out. That lady, Cara, said her oldest about bit her nipple off. Could you lose your nipple? I like your nipples. Should I stop biting your nipples? Oh my God, what if I damaged your nipples and the baby-” 

“Sebastian.” You groaned. 

He stopped, staring at you with his hands twisting on the wheel, “Are you okay?” 

“I won’t be if you keep saying nipple.” A sheepish looked crossed his face, his cheeks reddening before he started the car and drove you out of the parking lot. 

The ride back stayed quiet. Luckily, neither of you deciding to follow the nipple rant.  

The next few days followed with you checking your chest in the mirror and watching Sebastian eye you with pinched brows. The one time you’d fall into bed, wrapped up in each other, Sebastian avoided one of his favorite things to do. He kept tipping his head down, nipping along your chest and licking across the sensitive flesh before moving back to your collar. 

It made you squirm with annoyance. 

The day after you’d sent him links about nipple play during pregnancy, and watched as he flushed blood red and apologized profusely. 

That week leaned heavily to one side of the choice board.

-

 Two weeks later

The next Wednesday at four in the morning, your stomach rolled until you hunched over the toilet. Your skin felt sweaty, mouth tacky with vomit, and your hair stayed plastered to your forehead. It made you want to cry, which made you want to throw up again until the process started all over. 

You ended up sleeping against the bathroom counter, neck aching for the rest of the day. Getting any work done was impossible as the bathroom became your favorite place and Sebastian hovered over you. He offered crackers and ginger ale, calling his Mother about nausea medicine and brought you cool rags. It warmed your heart. Kept you thinking about Sebastian worrying over your child as it cries with a fever or grumbles with an upset stomach. He’d be caring and attentive, would do what he could to make his child comfortable and safe. It had you thinking about what the kid would look like when it’s born. Would it have his blue eyes? The curve of his mouth? If you looked at would it look back with his nose or laugh the same way he did? A part of you hoped it looked like the man himself. Sebastian was beautiful, unreal — it made you happy to think you’d have two of him. 

After the sick feeling faded and you could get some work done, you’d brought these thoughts up to him. He disagreed, said he wanted to see your smile and the pinch between your brows. He admitted to thinking about watching both of you sleep and wondered if it’d throw its arms over its head like you did. 

“It could be a perfect split.” You joked, “Stubborn from me and neurotic from you.” 

Sebastian winked at you. “Certainly has a chance at a sense of humor.” 

You frowned. “How much trauma does a kid need to become a comedian?” 

“Too much.” Sebastian laughed.  

“Guess we’d have to spend the rest of our lives fake laughing.”

-

 2 weeks and 3 days later. 

“I don’t think I should go.” Sebastian laid beside you, his lips brushing your shoulder, “I’m going to call and -” 

“Seb,” You stopped him, “This isn’t a spur-of-the-moment situation. You’ve known for months you’d be going to Atlanta this week.” 

“I know.” He rolls onto his back, “But this doesn’t feel like something that’s important. You’re important — this situation-”

You rolled over until you could rest on his chest, “Baby,” he went silent, “We’ve gone back and forth on this. I think both of us need some time to think and come back to it. This is your job. It’s okay for you to go.” 

He didn’t respond. 

“Sebastian-”

“Come here.” You did. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close to his chest, the rise and fall of it keeping beat with his heart. You stayed there. Let him hold you, let your eyes slide close as you listen to him.

“If you decide to keep it-” He starts, low, the sound of his heart louder than his voice, “Would you expect to get married?” 

That surprised you. 

It’s one thing you talked about in the beginning — an agreement that marriage wasn’t for you. 

Well, pregnancy hadn’t either. 

“No.” You answered. 

Sebastian hummed, “I think you’d make an amazing parent.” It was a confession. An open-hearted, earnest collection of words that made your eyes burn. 

“Seb-”

“This isn’t me landing on a decision — I thought about it a few times. Thought of you holding our baby, dressing up with it for Halloween or brushing their hair. It’s a strange thought. It feels unreal even with the real possibility of it happening. This isn’t where I saw myself, this isn’t where you saw yourself. I can say this, though.” His arm tightened around you. “If we have this baby — glad it’s with you.” 

“I’m not sure-” You were crying again, hot tears that soaked into his shirt, “I’m not sure if I will make a good parent. I - I forget things easily and children annoy me. Of course, I adore my niblings, but my favorite part is giving them back.” 

“Patience is a learned trait.” His voice rumbled in his chest. It soothed you. 

“You’d be a good parent, I believe.” You whisper. 

“How’s that?” 

You laugh, soft, catching on the tears, “Fishing for compliments?” 

“Seems fitting. I did you. You do me.” 

You lifted to look at him. Seb wiped away the tears on your cheeks, smiling at you. “Go on.” 

With an eye roll you laid back down, “You’d be caring, unlike some parents. You’d genuinely want this kid to be loved — you’d accept it no matter what.” 

“I think that goes both ways, Sweetheart.”

“Of course.” Your voice shrinks, fear washing over you. If you — if this baby, “All the horrible things that could happen-”

“It’d have two parents who would love it unconditionally, or we could stop the next rise of a dictator.” 

Seb met you when you rose to kiss him, slipping his hands into your hair and pulling you on top. 

You felt him everywhere. 

He was here. 

-

Not Bucky Barnes: You’re probably asleep — if not go to bed. 

Not Bucky Barnes: I got your voice-mail — we’ll talk about it when I get home. I love you." 

Nerves? Never heard of her. 

Every movement you made felt like knives under your skin. You wanted to throw up and scream at the same time. The pacing didn’t help either, but if you stood still for too long — if you thought about it — you’ll lose your mind. 

The kitchen clock said one twenty-six — which is normal. It takes time to get off the plane and get back from the airport. Flights aren’t always on time.

Maybe he’s delayed. 

Maybe he’s changed his mind. 

You’re not sure you could change yours. 

The door clicked and pushed open, Sebastian’s suitcase rolling in first. When he came around the door and saw you, his eyebrows went up. 

“Don’t you have work tomorrow?” 

“I want to keep the baby.”

He paused, his suitcase standing beside him, his hand still curled around the handle. 

You shook your hands, “Congratulations,” You bare your teeth in a grin, “You’re a Dad.” 

“We’re keeping it?” He asks again. 

“Uh, yes, if that’s okay. I know you said you got my message but-“ 

“It’s okay.” He moved towards you, wrapping you in his arms and pressing his lips to yours."It’s okay." He keeps kissing you. 

It fumbles both of you backwards until you hit the kitchen wall. Sebastian is pawing at your shirt, tugging it until you get it over your head. You expected him to kiss you again, to slip his hand to your chest and grind against you. 

His hand moves to your stomach instead."It’s okay." It comes out shaky. 

You drag him back into another kiss before leading him towards the room. 

-

The bathroom light is still on, casting shadows that stretch across the room. A stillness fills the air, wraps around the both of you. 

Sebastian hasn’t moved from your stomach for the last hour. His ear pressed against you, his lips brushing your belly button when he talks. 

“How do you like the name Rosemarie?” His hair is soft between your fingers, the strands dusted with gray. 

He traces a heart. “It’s pretty. If it’s a boy?” 

“I haven’t thought of boy names. I want something unisex maybe — Rosemarie isn’t a deal breaker.” 

“What about Ramsey?”

You laugh, “Only if we convince them it’s British.” 

Seb snorts, “This bloody milk is horrendous!” 

Your laughter is soft, falling in slow waves over the night as Seb kisses your stomach. Heaviness drags your eyes closed, letting your body relax into the mattress. 

He keeps rubbing your stomach, muttering low against the skin. It took you a few seconds, mind trying to fade out, for you to notice the singing. 

He murmurs quiet and slow Romanian to your baby. 

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Conclusion

Elevating your home with flooring near Worthington, Columbus, is a smart investment in both style and practicality. Its durability, versatility, and ease of maintenance make it a top choice for homeowners in this vibrant neighborhood. Whether you prefer the warmth of wood-look vinyl or the luxury of stone-look options, there's a vinyl flooring style that's perfect for your Worthington home.By following expert tips and exploring various styles, you can transform your living space into a haven of beauty and functionality. When it comes to enhancing your home, Columbus Flooring City near Worthington, Columbus, is an unbeatable choice.

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I immediately know the answer to this as I've thought about it frequently.

I would have a house by some source of water. A river, an ocean...doesn't mater.

The house would have a huge balcony sitting atop said water source.

On the inside of the house there would be lots of open space and natural light sources. It would be hardwood floors with gorgeous rugs. It would be reminiscent of a coffee house in a sort of wood inspired, plush, busy walls of my art and other people's art sort of thing.

Lots of blankets and places to rest coffee. Lots of pillows, too.

I would sit and write or do art without a whim or care about having to upkeep a job/make money to maintain health insurance or essential living requirements like food and shelter.

I would have access to the internet but I would be inspired to enjoy my surroundings and go outside and do happy healthy movements like Yoga and Pilates and dancing.

As time went on my desire to give back to my community would grow as my exhaustion from having worked retail for the last 20 or so years fades. So I would probably find myself trying to reach out and help where I could. Perhaps I'd have the energy to take up the hobbies I'd always wanted. I'd fix old clocks and learn sign language and Spanish.

I'd also live with my partner and she is a fantastic cook. Neither one of us would have to work. We could just sit on the balcony in rocking chairs and look at ducks going by.

During colder months we'd wrap ourselves in quilts and crocheted blankets and she'd drink tea and I'd drink coffee.

She has a great singing voice so maybe she could sing while we ruminate. I could write poems about her songs.

I suppose we could travel as well. We could visit Ireland and Scotland and I could spread some of my mom's ashes there. We could go and watch comedy shows and perhaps go to a convention or two and see actors we both like. Maybe we could watch stage shows as well.

And we wouldn't have to concern ourselves with anything.

But there is one caveat to all of this. I would only really enjoy this way of living if it was accessible to everyone. I would still like to have a life like this, but I would be most content if it was an option for everyone to have the life they wanted without worry or fear. If I somehow obtain this life without that being true I suppose I would try to somehow support those who struggle needlessly.

But, yeah, this is my fantasy and I think about it a lot, actually.

I have a question, if you could do anything you wanted with your life, and money, time, and other circumstances wouldn't be an issue, what would you like to do?

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LVT Flooring: The Modern Solution for Stylish and Durable Spaces

In today’s interior design world, LVT flooring—short for Luxury Vinyl Tile—is gaining massive popularity among homeowners, designers, and business owners. Combining the best of both worlds—realistic aesthetics and exceptional performance—LVT flooring offers an innovative, versatile, and budget-friendly alternative to traditional flooring options like hardwood, ceramic, or stone. Whether you're renovating a home, office, retail outlet, or hospitality space, LVT flooring stands out as a modern solution that balances style, functionality, and longevity.

What is LVT Flooring?

Luxury Vinyl Tile (LVT) is a high-quality, multi-layered vinyl flooring product designed to replicate the appearance of natural materials such as wood, stone, or ceramic. Unlike traditional sheet vinyl, LVT is cut into tile or plank formats, providing a more realistic look and feel. Its layered construction typically includes a backing layer, a core for stability, a design layer (which mimics wood or stone), and a protective wear layer that resists scratches, stains, and moisture.

Key Benefits of LVT Flooring

Realistic Designs

One of the standout features of LVT flooring is its ability to mimic natural materials with incredible accuracy. Thanks to advanced printing and embossing technology, LVT can recreate the look and texture of hardwood, slate, marble, or concrete—right down to the grain, veining, or surface texture. This makes it a stylish choice for both traditional and contemporary interiors.

Durability

LVT is built to last. Its tough wear layer protects against scratches, scuffs, and dents, making it ideal for high-traffic areas in both residential and commercial settings. It’s especially well-suited for homes with kids or pets, as well as offices, cafes, retail stores, and hotels.

Water and Moisture Resistance

Unlike wood or laminate flooring, LVT is 100% waterproof, making it an excellent option for bathrooms, kitchens, laundry rooms, and basements. It won’t warp or swell when exposed to moisture, and it's easy to clean up spills without worrying about damage.

Comfort and Sound Insulation

LVT offers a softer, warmer feel underfoot compared to stone or ceramic tile. Some types even come with built-in underlayment, enhancing comfort and providing sound insulation—especially useful in apartments or multi-level homes.

Easy Installation and Maintenance

Many LVT products are designed with click-lock or glue-down systems, making installation quick and hassle-free. They can often be installed over existing floors, saving time and money. Maintenance is simple—regular sweeping and occasional mopping are all it takes to keep LVT looking great.

Where to Use LVT Flooring

LVT flooring’s versatility makes it suitable for almost any space:

Residential: Living rooms, bedrooms, kitchens, bathrooms, and basements

Commercial: Offices, retail shops, restaurants, clinics, and salons

Hospitality: Hotel rooms, lobbies, and lounges

With so many design options and functional benefits, LVT adapts to your lifestyle and design vision effortlessly.

Choosing the Right LVT Flooring

When selecting LVT, consider the wear layer thickness (measured in mils), the style or texture, and whether you prefer glue-down or floating installation. Thicker wear layers are best for commercial or high-traffic areas. Also, choose from wood-look planks for a warm, natural vibe or stone-look tiles for a sleek, modern finish.

Final Thoughts

LVT flooring Abu Dhabi offers an unbeatable combination of aesthetics, resilience, comfort, and affordability. Whether you’re transforming a single room or an entire property, LVT provides the appearance of luxury without the maintenance or cost of traditional materials. For anyone looking to upgrade their floors with a smart, stylish, and durable solution, LVT flooring is definitely worth considering.

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SPC Flooring Dubai: The Future of Durable and Stylish Flooring

When it comes to choosing the perfect flooring for your home or office in Dubai, the options are endless. However, among the most popular and innovative solutions is SPC flooring Dubai. This versatile and highly durable material has gained immense popularity across the UAE due to its combination of durability, style, and ease of maintenance. If you're considering flooring options for your space in Dubai, here’s why SPC flooring should be at the top of your list.

What is SPC Flooring?

SPC flooring is a type of luxury vinyl flooring (LVF) that is made from a blend of limestone powder, polyvinyl chloride (PVC), and stabilizers. This composition gives it the rigidity and strength of stone, combined with the flexibility and ease of installation of vinyl. It features a multi-layered structure, which includes a wear layer, a printed design layer, a rigid core layer (the SPC core), and a backing layer for soundproofing and comfort.

Key Features of SPC Flooring Durability and Strength One of the standout features of SPC flooring is its durability. The stone-plastic composite core is highly resistant to dents, scratches, and impacts, making it perfect for high-traffic areas such as living rooms, offices, and commercial spaces. Whether it's furniture dragging, heavy foot traffic, or dropped objects, SPC flooring can withstand the wear and tear that comes with daily use. Waterproof and Moisture Resistant Dubai’s humid environment can sometimes pose challenges for flooring materials. SPC flooring is 100% waterproof, making it an ideal choice for kitchens, bathrooms, and even basements. Its moisture resistance ensures that the floors won’t warp or get damaged in the presence of water or high humidity. Easy Maintenance Another reason SPC flooring has become so popular in Dubai is the ease with which it can be maintained. Unlike traditional hardwood floors or carpets, which require extensive cleaning and upkeep, SPC flooring only needs occasional sweeping or mopping to stay clean. Its surface is also resistant to stains, making it a great choice for busy families or commercial spaces. Sound Insulation The dense structure of SPC flooring provides natural sound insulation, which helps reduce noise. This feature is particularly valuable in apartments, offices, and hotels, where noise reduction is crucial for creating a peaceful environment. Additionally, many SPC flooring products come with an integrated underlayment that further enhances soundproofing. Variety of Designs SPC flooring in Dubai is available in a wide range of styles, colors, and textures. Whether you're looking for the rich, natural look of wood or the sleek appearance of stone tiles, SPC flooring can replicate these finishes with impressive realism. Its versatility allows it to seamlessly fit into any interior design, whether modern, traditional, or contemporary. Cost-Effective While SPC flooring offers the luxurious look of hardwood or stone, it is significantly more affordable. The cost-effective nature of SPC makes it an excellent choice for both residential and commercial properties. With its long lifespan and low maintenance needs, it proves to be a valuable investment.

Why Choose SPC Flooring for Your Dubai Home or Office?

Dubai is a city known for its modern lifestyle, diverse culture, and high standards of living. SPC flooring perfectly complements the city's aesthetic with its combination of elegance and functionality. Whether you're renovating your home, outfitting an office, or installing flooring in a retail space, SPC offers the ideal solution. Its durability, low maintenance, and stylish appearance make it a top contender for flooring in Dubai's varied climates and lifestyles.

Conclusion

SPC flooring Dubai is quickly becoming the go-to option for many Dubai homeowners and businesses seeking a blend of style, durability, and practicality. With its impressive range of benefits, including resistance to moisture, easy installation, and aesthetic variety, it’s no wonder SPC is making waves in the UAE's flooring market.