#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.

[blogport]

EPOXYSHİNE - DRAGON+ (3)

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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.

[theartarium25]

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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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Nobody Ends Up Dead in a Bathtub, Everyone Keeps Their Organs: Chapter 6

okay hi this is my fav chapter in this whole story eve is literally the best character in this whole novel

Summary: Alex, a secretary, and Damián, a sex worker, are set up on a “date” as an awful prank by Alex’s co-workers. They plan their revenge through a fake dating scheme with a big finale at Alex’s office’s Halloween party. But, this is a romance novel, so you know things don’t go that smoothly.

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In hindsight, Eve shouldn’t have checked her grades at work. It didn’t make a difference that she was on her break and sat in the empty staff room. She should have checked at home where she could lock herself in the bathroom while Alex quietly hovered outside the door, texting their mother that he feared Eve was hysterical.

She rubbed her eyes and took a deep breath.

54%

How could she have scored so low? She had tried so hard. She had studied for an entire week for the midterm. There had to be a mistake. Some glitch in the student portal. Maybe her professor mistyped or did the math wrong.

Eve refreshed the page and then refreshed it again.

The number under her cracked phone screen didn’t change. 54% stayed there in devilish red, letting her know she had failed.

There was no way she was going to pass the class now. She was going to have to repeat it, and then she would be behind. She couldn’t take calc II until she passed calc I. If she didn’t get into calc II that next semester, she would have to shuffle her schedule around to try to find an empty slot for it later. She would have to miss another class for her major or convince the registrar to let her overload her credit hours. There wasn’t that much wiggle room in her academic plan. There wasn’t padding built in for her to fail courses over and over.

If she couldn’t get her shit together, she would need to stay in college an extra semester. She would have to pay for an extra semester. She would have to take out more loans. And it would all mean more time squatting in Alex’s apartment and working a shitty retail gig.

Eve wiped away a few tears.

“Fuck.”

She pressed her fist into her forehead. She had to pull herself together. She had a book club meeting to host. She could hold it all in until she was home and in the bathroom.

Eve grabbed her copy of Sometime Next Year. She took another deep breath and stepped out of the staff room. She could pull herself together for an hour.

Upstairs, between the books on Wicca and biographies, club members were already gathering in their small circle of metal chairs. They creaked and squeaked and moaned as they got pushed around the hardwood floor.

Eve poured a cup of coffee for herself at their little snack table. It was shitty coffee, but it was all her manager could get with their budget. Shitty coffee and shitty cookies.

“Good eve-ning, Eve. Does anyone else make that joke?”

And then there was Damián.

Eve turned around to see him, grinning at his own joke as if it were the first time he ever had ever told it.

“Only you,” she said. “Every month for over a year.”

Damián was nice. She liked him. He was the type of guy who got along with everyone, and he was kind to her despite her lingering teenage angst.

He was also incredibly perceptive. Standing at the snack table, he frowned at her. He noticed her watery eyes and the slight hoarseness to her voice.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Nothing,” she said.

But her voice totally cracked, giving away the fact that something was wrong. Damián curled forward, bending to look at her down-turned face. It made her feel worse, seeing his sympathetic face, mirroring her worry.

“Come on,” he said. “Come with me.”

She left her coffee and book behind. Damián gently took her elbow and led her back down the stairs and out the front door. Every step she took, her composure slipped further until she was crying into the sleeve of her cardigan. It was deeply embarrassing. Mortifying. She tried shielding her face so the customers and her co-workers floating around couldn’t see her getting more and more worked up.

They stood outside the bookstore. Her sweater wasn’t thick enough to keep her warm, but the way the cold wind hit her calmed her a little. It brought her back to the present, and she was aware of where she was. On the stoop of her bookstore, in the final stretch of her shift, with Damián keeping a mindful distance but still there. She took a shuddering breath in.

“What happened?” Damián asked.

“I failed a midterm,” she cried.

“Aww. That’s it?”

“What do you mean ‘that’s it?’ I failed a midterm.”

“I thought someone had died.”

“I failed a midterm.”

She would keep repeating it until Damián understood the gravity of the situation. It was the worst day of her life in a long time. All of her plans were crumbling around her.

There were internships she was hoping for, gone. No one would hire her if she wasn’t keeping up with her schoolwork. No one would want her if she couldn’t pass her very first calculus class. And she would continue spiraling down her path of mediocrity.  

“That’s not the end of the world,” Damián said. “Have you asked your professor if you can re-take it?”

Eve sniffed. She wished she had a tissue. “I can do that?”

“Maybe. If you’re polite enough, and if they’re understanding.”

She didn’t know she could re-take midterms. She assumed college was strict with hard deadlines and little leeway. She had gone through a whole school year thinking so.

“Just say you want a second chance,” Damián said. “The worst they can say is no.”

“But if he says no, I won’t be able to make it up. I’ll fail the class.”

“That’ll be okay, too. Eve, it’s okay if you fail one class. People fail classes all the time and still come out okay.”

Eve pulled her sweater sleeves over her thumbs and rubbed at the underside of her eyes. Thankfully, she knew, her black eyeliner wouldn’t stain her black cardigan in a noticeable way. 

She tried convincing herself that Damián had a point, that he was right. After all, he was one of the smartest people she knew. She didn’t know what he did now, but he had once let it slip that he had aspirations to be a doctor and that he had been pre-med in college. And she had assumed that he had to be smart to be pre-med.

“Don’t panic yet,” Damián said.

“When do I get to start panicking?”

Damián crossed his arms and tilted his head up. “If you’re still in college in ten years, and you’re still not passing this one class. You can panic then.”

Eve wiped the remaining tears on her cheeks away. “I’ll set an alarm.”

Damián smiled. His teeth were always a little too white. A little over-bleached. But it was one of those things that made him him. If he suddenly cut down on his whitening strip habit, Eve wouldn’t be able to recognize him. And then she’d think he was going through some awful, soul-crushing personality crisis.

Damián gave off the air of someone who was always very confident in the exact way that he was, the way he intentionally made himself. And it radiated off of him, making Eve think that maybe she could be intentionally herself, too, and love that version of her.

“Send an email to your professor in the morning,” Damián said. “I’m sure he’ll work with you. That’s his job.”

Her professor wasn’t an evil man. Damián was right. He would probably find a way to help her. She trusted Damián, at least, to give her good advice.

“And,” Damián said, “maybe ask someone if you can get a tutor? Doesn’t your school have student tutors?”

“They do, but I never get off work in time to schedule appointments with them.”

“Well, what if you ask your professor if he knows someone who can stay late? I’m sure they want you to pass their class. There’s no harm in asking. The worst he can do is help you find other resources.”

It sounded reasonable. She didn’t know how many math tutors would be willing to stay late to tutor only her or tutor on weekends when they probably had other plans, but she would ask.

“Okay,” she said.

“Did I help any?”

“You did.”

“Ready to go back in?”

Eve nodded.

Damián opened the door for her with a comment about how it was chilly and she should get back inside before she froze to death. They went back upstairs, Eve sheepishly took her book and now-cold coffee from the snack table.

Everyone had settled into the circle. 

These were her people. Her wonderful queers. Their presence alone was like a balm. Their company always made her feel a little bit better.

It was a widely diverse group. She was the youngest member, the only teenager.

There was an older couple—maybe somewhere in their 60s—who came in every so often.

There was a young trans man who was finally back after recovering from top surgery.

An Appalachian woman who had only been living in the city for a few months.

And a single mother who was straight and cisgender but who had a gay teenage son who she really wanted to support and understand.

Eve sat in her usual seat, right by the new Oscar Wilde display. It was coming up on his birthday month, and Eve was proud of her little monument to him. She had pulled all of his plays that they had and a good assortment of biographies. And, of course, The Picture of Dorian Gray stood at the top of the pyramid shelf. 

Damián sat next to her, like he usually did. Eve leaned in close to him.

“I didn’t get to finish the book,” she whispered.

“During midterms? No one can blame you.”

Her chair squeaked when she sat back into it. Damián’s squeaked when he crossed his legs.

There were a dozen or so more squeaks before everyone was settled. Eve hoped that her eyes weren’t red and puffy and began the meeting. She gave some vague historical context, though almost everyone else in the room was alive in the 90s when the book was set and definitely knew it better than her, and offered some personal insight. 

It was how some podcaster started episodes of a series Eve half-heartedly listened to every few months. It had sounded smart when she first heard it, so she copied it in hopes it made her sound older and wiser. Every month, she scribbled notes on loose paper. That month, her notes were on the back of a receipt to a Chinese restaurant.

Quickly, Eve passed the conversation on to the rest of the group. Damián picked it up, prefacing everything with his love for messy lesbian romances but how dissapointed he was in the lack of happy endings for lesbians in books. 

Eve learned that the book had ended with the main characters parting ways, agreeing that they were better off without each other. There had been little character development and everyone was stuck with new problems. All that was promised at the end of the book was that things might start to look better “sometime next year.”

“Gay men are starting to get happy endings, kinda, but we’re leaving lesbians behind,” Damián said. “All this talk about how representation is getting better, but it feels like it’s always focused around gay men. Sometimes you get happy lesbians, but how often are they side characters that don’t do all that much? Or are just there to support a male character? It’s unfair. 

“It’s this gross cross-section of bury your gays and misogyny. Even lesbian writers can’t see themselves as having a happy ending when they’re the main character—and maybe that’s cathartic And. I don’t think the author was saying lesbians don’t deserve happy endings but just that that’s what happens sometimes. But still, I don’t want lesbians in real life thinking that they’re doomed for failed relationships. There’s so much potential for good things.”

“I think suffering is inherent with being gay, though,” Eve said.

“I don’t agree with that,” Damián said, quickly, a little stern. “You don’t have to suffer. You can be happy and gay. I’m happy and gay. And if we believe that we’re supposed to be unhappy, then we’re just giving in to what homophobes want. We lose our fight.”

Eve couldn’t argue any further even if she didn’t totally agree. Damián was older, and she respected that. Alex had told her once that when an older queer talked to her, she should listen. She didn’t know how old he meant. She didn’t even know how old Damián was. Come to think of it, Alex was offended when she asked if he counted as an older queer. Maybe he meant really old. Older than 30. Damián couldn’t have been older than 30.

Alex had been offended by being called old, but he composed and corrected himself. He told her to just listen to him. Aging was different for people like them. And Eve knew what he meant when his voice wavered over those words. People like them.

It was different. Alex told her that if she were his age, she would see what he saw. A child growing up in the 90s, right as the epidemic was ending, right as things were starting to settle and right themselves, Alex was a child of the rubble. He had been so certain of who he was at a young age, but it was like standing in the aftermath of a bomb.

She was lucky, he said. She was born during better times. He was happy for her. He was thankful for it. But he seemed to assume that Eve was living without any guilt and less grief when really, she was living with just slightly different types.  

They had had an uncle Eve never met. Alex only had the faintest of memories of sitting on his frail lap, his own baby-fat-padded legs pressed into his boney knees. He told Eve every detail about him that he could remember. His thin cheeks. His sparse beard. From pictures the family had in old photo albums, Eve could see him as a younger man with the same round face Alex had and thick, sandy hair.

Their mother could talk about him for hours with a wide smile and sad eyes. She told Eve all about how they got in trouble together, kept secrets from their parents. Their age difference was just about the same as Eve and Alex.  

Their uncle Cole was always timeless and ageless. He was either a small child or a sick, adult man. Eve had asked once how old he was when he had died. Her mother was tense. Her hands gripped a dishrag tight. 35, she said. He died a few weeks after turning 35. 

Funny enough, their family never used the A-word. They skirted around it as though if anyone were to mention it by name, it would come back to them.

So, Alex told her, it was important to listen to whatever older queer person she came across. And she was certain that he didn’t mean himself. Or even Damián.

But regardless, Damián had helped her with her school dilemma, so she thought she owed it to him to bite her tongue while he talked.

“I just think we deserve to know we can be happy while still acknowledging our shared traumas and grief,” Damián said. “But I still really love a messy romance. I live for that drama.”

The meeting went on, lesbians in the small circle chirping up with how they felt seen regardless of the ending. Damián listened to them with thoughtful eyes and a slight tilt to his head, nodding along every so often and smiling with them. Eve tried copying him, tried looking like she was really taking in their points and observations.

But she was stuck on Damián’s words. If there was a way to balance happiness and trauma, she hadn’t found it yet. She used to burn up inside with her own misery, but it had turned into acceptance. She thought that if she were meant to be happy, it would have happened already. There would have been some sign that everything was going to look up for her. If Damián was right, if suffering wasn’t inherent to her identity, then she would have to go through the process of realizing that her reclusiveness, her loneliness, her confusion wasn’t part of a shared experience but rather just her.

If she deserved a happy ending, surely she should have been deserving of a happy middle.

[multifandomizer]

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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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Plain Tiles for Floors: A Timeless Choice for Singaporean Homes

When designing a home in Singapore, choosing the right flooring is critical. Plain tiles have become a popular choice among homeowners for their simplicity, versatility, and modern aesthetic. Whether you're renovating your home or designing a new space, plain tiles offer a timeless appeal that suits the fast-paced yet elegant lifestyle of Singapore.

Why Choose Plain Tiles for Your Floors?

Minimalist Appeal Plain tiles are a favorite for those who appreciate minimalist designs. Their clean, uncluttered look complements modern interiors, making rooms feel more spacious and sophisticated. This is particularly important in Singapore, where maximizing space is a priority.

Versatile Design Options Available in a wide range of materials such as ceramic, porcelain, and natural stone, plain tiles can fit any style preference. Whether you prefer matte finishes for a sleek, understated look or glossy tiles for a more luxurious feel, there’s a plain tile to match your vision.

Durability Singapore’s tropical climate can be tough on flooring, but plain tiles, especially those made from porcelain or ceramic, are highly durable. They resist wear and tear, making them an excellent choice for high-traffic areas like living rooms, kitchens, and hallways.

Ease of Maintenance Busy urban lifestyles demand low-maintenance solutions. Plain tiles are easy to clean, requiring only regular sweeping and mopping to maintain their shine. Their non-porous surfaces also make them resistant to stains and moisture, ideal for Singapore’s humid environment.

Cost-Effective Compared to other flooring options like hardwood or marble, plain tiles are a cost-effective choice. They offer a premium look without stretching your budget, which is a significant factor for budget-conscious homeowners in Singapore.

Popular Plain Tile Materials in Singapore

Porcelain Tiles Porcelain tiles are renowned for their strength and durability. They are available in various neutral tones, making them perfect for achieving a seamless look across your home.

Ceramic Tiles Ceramic tiles are a more affordable option that still delivers excellent quality. They are available in matte or glossy finishes, suitable for both residential and commercial spaces.

Natural Stone Tiles For homeowners seeking a touch of luxury, plain tiles made from natural stones like marble or granite are a fantastic choice. They add elegance and sophistication to any room.

Tips for Using Plain Tiles in Your Home

Create Visual Contrast Pair plain tiles with textured walls or patterned furniture to create a striking visual balance. This is especially effective in living rooms and bedrooms.

Choose the Right Size Larger plain tiles can make small rooms appear more spacious, while smaller tiles are ideal for intricate designs in larger spaces.

Opt for Neutral Colors Neutral tones like white, beige, or light grey are timeless and can match any interior design theme, from Scandinavian to industrial.

Where to Buy Plain Tiles in Singapore?

Singapore is home to numerous tile retailers and showrooms offering high-quality plain tiles. Look for reputable suppliers that provide a variety of options and expert advice. Some suppliers even offer tile samples, so you can visualize how the tiles will look in your space before committing.

Conclusion

Plain tiles are an excellent flooring option for Singaporean homes, offering style, functionality, and affordability. Whether you’re designing a cozy HDB flat or a luxurious condo, plain tiles provide a versatile foundation for any interior theme. With their timeless appeal and practicality, they’re a worthy investment for every homeowner.

Transform your space today with plain tiles that bring simplicity and elegance to your floors!

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Commercial Cleaning,

Commercial Cleaning,

In today’s fast-paced business environment, maintaining a clean and organized workspace is more than just a matter of aesthetics. It’s a fundamental aspect of ensuring productivity, health, and a positive brand image. Commercial cleaning services have become a vital component for businesses of all sizes, helping them achieve these goals effectively and efficiently.

What is Commercial Cleaning?

Commercial cleaning refers to professional cleaning services designed for business premises. These services cater to a variety of industries, including offices, retail spaces, medical facilities, educational institutions, and industrial plants. Unlike residential cleaning, commercial cleaning requires specialized equipment, trained personnel, and customized cleaning solutions tailored to the unique needs of each business.

Key Benefits of Commercial Cleaning Services

Enhanced Productivity: A clean workspace promotes a healthier and more comfortable environment, allowing employees to focus better on their tasks without distractions from clutter or unsanitary conditions.

Health and Safety: Regular cleaning reduces the spread of germs and allergens, creating a safer environment for employees and customers. This is especially critical in industries like healthcare and food service.

Professional Appearance: First impressions matter. A spotless facility reflects professionalism and attention to detail, boosting client trust and confidence.

Time and Cost Efficiency: Hiring a commercial cleaning service frees up valuable time for employees and management, allowing them to concentrate on core business activities. Additionally, routine maintenance can prevent costly repairs or replacements caused by neglect.

Services Offered by Commercial Cleaning Companies

Commercial cleaning services cover a broad spectrum of tasks, including:

Office Cleaning: Dusting, vacuuming, trash removal, and sanitization of desks and common areas.

Carpet and Floor Care: Deep cleaning, polishing, and maintenance of carpets, tiles, and hardwood floors.

Window Cleaning: Both interior and exterior cleaning for spotless windows.

Restroom Sanitation: Thorough cleaning and disinfection of restrooms to maintain hygiene standards.

Specialized Services: Cleaning for healthcare facilities, industrial spaces, or post-construction sites.

Green Cleaning: Eco-friendly cleaning solutions that minimize environmental impact.

Choosing the Right Commercial Cleaning Service

When selecting a commercial cleaning provider, consider the following factors:

Experience and Reputation: Look for companies with proven expertise and positive client testimonials.

Customization: Ensure the service offers flexible plans tailored to your specific needs.

Certifications and Compliance: Verify that the provider adheres to industry standards and possesses necessary certifications.

Transparency: Opt for a company that provides clear pricing and detailed service agreements.

The Future of Commercial Cleaning

The industry is evolving rapidly with advancements in technology and an increasing focus on sustainability. Modern cleaning companies now leverage automation, such as robotic cleaners and AI-driven scheduling, to enhance efficiency. Additionally, the demand for green cleaning practices is driving innovation in eco-friendly products and methods.

Conclusion

Investing in professional commercial cleaning services is not just an operational necessity; it’s a strategic move that can positively impact your business’s bottom line. By ensuring a clean and welcoming environment, you can boost employee morale, impress clients, and uphold the highest standards of health and safety. Whether you’re a small startup or a large corporation, a reliable commercial cleaning partner can help your business shine.

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The Future of Flooring: Discover WPC Tiles

In the fast-paced world of interior design, innovation continues to shape the way we think about flooring. Among the most exciting advancements is the rise of WPC Tiles Abu Dhabi. Combining cutting-edge technology with stunning aesthetics, WPC tiles represent the future of flooring. Here’s everything you need to know about this revolutionary product.

The Composition of WPC Tiles

WPC tiles are engineered to provide the best of both worlds: the natural look of traditional materials like wood and stone, and the unmatched durability of composite technology. The layers that make up WPC tiles include:

Protective Wear Layer: Guards against scratches, stains, and daily wear.

Printed Decorative Layer: Delivers highly realistic patterns and textures.

WPC Core: Offers superior strength, waterproofing, and dimensional stability.

Integrated Underlayment: Enhances comfort, reduces noise, and simplifies installation.

Why Choose WPC Tiles?

Waterproof Excellence: Perfect for moisture-prone areas, WPC tiles are 100% waterproof, making them ideal for bathrooms, kitchens, and laundry rooms.

Durability Beyond Compare: Resistant to dents, scratches, and fading, WPC tiles maintain their appearance over time.

Realistic and Versatile Designs: Whether you’re aiming for rustic charm or modern minimalism, WPC tiles offer endless style options.

Eco-Friendly Options: Many WPC tiles are made from recycled materials, making them an environmentally responsible choice.

Low Maintenance: Unlike traditional tiles or hardwood, WPC tiles require minimal effort to keep clean and polished.

WPC Tiles vs. Traditional Tiles

While traditional ceramic or porcelain tiles have long been a popular choice, WPC tiles offer several advantages:

Comfort: WPC tiles are warmer and softer underfoot.

Ease of Installation: The click-and-lock system eliminates the need for adhesives or grout.

Versatility: WPC tiles can be installed over existing floors without extensive prep work.

Ideal Spaces for WPC Tiles

Home Interiors: From living rooms to bathrooms, WPC tiles bring elegance and practicality to every corner of your home.

Commercial Settings: Offices, cafes, and retail stores benefit from the durability and style of WPC tiles.

Outdoor Areas: Select WPC tiles are engineered to withstand outdoor conditions, making them perfect for decks and patios.

The Future of Flooring is Here

As homeowners and designers seek flooring solutions that are both stylish and functional, WPC tiles are leading the way. Their innovative design, combined with unmatched performance, makes them the ideal choice for modern spaces. Whether you’re renovating your home or designing a new commercial area, WPC Tiles Abu Dhabi provide a blend of beauty, durability, and ease that’s hard to beat.

Embrace the future of flooring with WPC tiles and transform your spaces with their innovative charm and practicality!

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Polished Concrete Brisbane: The Ultimate Flooring Solution

Polished Concrete Brisbane has gained immense popularity in Brisbane, becoming one of the most sought-after flooring solutions for residential, commercial, and industrial spaces. Combining durability, aesthetics, and cost-effectiveness, polished concrete offers a versatile option that complements modern design trends. This article delves into the world of polished concrete in Brisbane, exploring its benefits, applications, and why it’s the perfect choice for your flooring needs.

What is Polished Concrete?

Polished concrete is a multi-step process where concrete surfaces are mechanically ground, honed, and polished using specialized equipment. This process not only enhances the appearance of concrete but also improves its functionality and lifespan. The result is a sleek, durable, and low-maintenance flooring option suitable for various applications.

Benefits of Polished Concrete in Brisbane

Durability and Longevity

Polished concrete is incredibly durable, withstanding heavy foot traffic, machinery, and everyday wear and tear.

Ideal for Brisbane’s diverse climate, as it resists cracking and damage caused by temperature fluctuations.

Cost-Effectiveness

Affordable compared to other flooring options like hardwood, tiles, or carpet.

Minimal maintenance costs over time make it a budget-friendly choice.

Eco-Friendly

Uses existing concrete slabs, reducing the need for additional materials.

Its reflective surface reduces lighting requirements, lowering energy consumption.

Aesthetic Appeal

Offers a sleek, modern look that enhances the overall design of any space.

Available in various finishes, from matte to high gloss, and can be customized with decorative aggregates, stains, or dyes.

Low Maintenance

Requires minimal upkeep, with occasional sweeping and mopping to maintain its appearance.

Resistant to stains and spills, making it ideal for high-traffic areas.

Applications of Polished Concrete in Brisbane

Polished concrete is a versatile flooring solution suitable for various settings:

Residential Spaces

Living rooms, kitchens, and outdoor patios benefit from its modern aesthetic and easy maintenance.

Ideal for Brisbane homes, as it complements contemporary and minimalist interior designs.

Commercial Properties

Retail stores, restaurants, and office spaces utilize polished concrete for its professional look and durability.

Its reflective surface enhances lighting, creating a bright and inviting environment.

Industrial Facilities

Warehouses, factories, and workshops rely on polished concrete for its ability to withstand heavy equipment and high traffic.

Public Spaces

Schools, airports, and hospitals benefit from its durability, low maintenance, and non-slip properties.

Polished Concrete Finishes and Styles

Brisbane’s polished concrete experts offer a range of finishes and styles to suit every taste and requirement:

Mechanical Polished Concrete

Achieved through a thorough grinding and polishing process.

Offers a smooth, mirror-like finish with high durability.

Burnished Concrete

Provides a natural, matte finish achieved by minimal polishing.

Ideal for industrial or rustic aesthetics.

Stained or Dyed Concrete

Adds color to the concrete surface, enhancing its visual appeal.

Available in various hues to match your interior design.

Exposed Aggregate Finish

Reveals decorative stones within the concrete, adding texture and uniqueness.

Choosing a Polished Concrete Specialist in Brisbane

When selecting a professional for your polished concrete project, consider the following:

Experience and Expertise

Look for contractors with a proven track record in delivering high-quality polished concrete projects.

Portfolio of Work

Review past projects to ensure their style aligns with your vision.

Customer Reviews

Check online reviews and testimonials to gauge customer satisfaction.

Customization Options

Choose a specialist who offers a variety of finishes and styles to meet your specific needs.

Competitive Pricing

Obtain quotes from multiple contractors to ensure fair pricing without compromising quality.

Why Polished Concrete is Perfect for Brisbane

Brisbane’s climate and lifestyle make polished concrete an ideal choice for flooring. Its thermal mass properties help regulate indoor temperatures, keeping spaces cool in summer and warm in winter. Additionally, its resistance to moisture and humidity ensures longevity in Brisbane’s subtropical climate.

Conclusion

Polished concrete in Brisbane offers an unbeatable combination of durability, beauty, and functionality. Whether you’re renovating your home, upgrading a commercial property, or outfitting an industrial space, polished concrete provides a long-lasting and stylish solution. Work with a trusted Brisbane-based polished concrete specialist to bring your vision to life and enjoy the benefits of this versatile flooring option for years to come.

Phone Number: 07 3132 3825

Website: https://www.brisbanepolishedflooring.com/

Adress: 28/135 Macquarie St, Teneriffe QLD 4005