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10 Best Small Spaces living Creative Ideas for Kids Room

Living in a compact space doesn't mean compromising on style or functionality, especially when it comes to kids' rooms. With a bit of creativity and smart planning, you can transform a small space into a delightful and practical area for your children. Whether you’re in need of kids' furniture in Delhi,or kids' chairs in Delhi, here are some innovative ideas to maximize the potential of your kids' room in delhi.

1. Multifunctional Furniture

Every piece of furniture in a compact space should have many uses. Child storage seating, workstations that double as vanity units, and bunk beds with built-in storage drawers are all excellent examples. These multipurpose furniture pieces ensure that everything has a home and conserve space.

2. Vertical Storage Solutions

Use wall-mounted shelves, hanging organizers, and tall bookshelves to maximize vertical space. This keeps the floor area free of dirt and gives the impression that the room is larger and taller. To keep toys, books, and ornamental items, think about building shelves over the desk or above the bed.

3. Creative Use of Colors and Patterns

A tiny room can appear bigger and more airy by using light colors. To create an airy atmosphere, use neutrals, whites, and light pastels. Bold patterns and vivid colors are still appropriate for accent pieces, like a kids' chair, bedding, or feature wall. This can give the space more character and vitality without overpowering it.

4. Personalized Spaces

Establish distinct areas in the room for various uses, such as sleeping, studying, and playing. To distinguish these spaces, use room dividers, drapes, or rugs. A tiny bookcase and a comfy kids' chair, for instance, might provide the ideal reading area where your youngster can relax.

5. Smart Storage Solutions

Choose pieces of furniture with hidden storage spaces. Wall-mounted baskets, seats with storage inside, and beds with drawers underneath can all help keep the space organized. To make it simple for youngsters to locate and put away their belongings, store toys, clothing, and school supplies in labeled boxes and bins.

6. Incorporate Fun Elements

Even with a small space, it's critical to include entertaining features that can liven up the space. Some interesting modifications are a wall-mounted climbing frame, a swing chair, or a blackboard wall. These components can also help with creative expression and physical exercise, both of which are important for developing kids.

7. Maximize Natural Light

Any space might appear larger and cozier with the presence of natural light. Make use of sheer, breezy curtains that let light in. If privacy is an issue, think about utilizing sheer shades, which provide seclusion while allowing natural light to enter. Mirrors should be positioned carefully to reflect light and provide the impression of a larger area.

8. Customized Kids Furniture

In small rooms, custom furniture may make all the difference. Custom kids' furniture in Delhi may be designed to fit snug corners and small spaces with ease, making sure no room is wasted. Think about having desks, mattresses, and storage units made in order to fit your unique requirements and tastes.

9. Versatile Play Areas

With careful design, a play area can nevertheless fit in a tiny space. Choose toys that are stackable or foldable so they may be conveniently put away when not in use. To conserve floor space, a wall-mounted table that can be folded down can be used as a craft station or play area.

10. Celebrate Special Occasions

Make the room adaptable for special occasions like a kid's birthday in Delhi. Temporary decorations such as bunting, balloons, and themed bedding can transform the space without the need for permanent changes. Use removable wall decals to add a festive touch that can be easily changed as per the occasion.

Creating a functional and stylish kids' room in a small space requires a blend of creativity, practicality, and thoughtful planning. Whether you’re looking for kids' furniture you would   like to enroll in a nursery furniture store in Delhi, or planning ideas can help you design a space that is both fun and functional for your child. Remember, the key is to make the most of every inch while reflecting your child's personality and needs.

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Sunflower, Book 1, Chapter 13

Tom Hiddleston x OFC Series rated: M Chapter warnings: None- a bit fillery AN: Look, I've been sick for like a week and I'm drinking hot toddies like they're water this weekend so at least my throat won't hurt. I'm sorry in advanced for *anything* that may be posted.

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Mia hated moving. Growing up in poverty, it was a near annual event for all of her life and it never got easier. The idea of moving alone stressed her out. It made her stomach roll. It was never a pleasant experience. 

At least, that was, until now. 

Tom hadn’t been kidding about the moving crew. She didn’t even have a chance to pack anything before they were at her door, bright and early. All she could really do was keep Sally out of the way, try to hype the child up about how exciting the move was going to be and then send her off to the babysitter’s for her shift. 

That was something she hadn’t thought about before moving. Mia had counted on the connivance of having a babysitter next door. Now she’s have to make the drive back to her old complex to drop Sally off before going into work and then do it again to pick her up. Sure, the new apartment was closer to work but in reality it hadn’t ment anything. 

Tom would probably not mind if she enrolled Sally in a proper preschool on his dime. 

Mia swept the thought away. She wouldn’t do that, not so soon and not without talking to Tom about it first. He’d already spent so much money.

He’d been gone for just over a day and she was right, she did miss him. It was a simple fact that caught her off guard. It left a sweet taste in her mouth as she rolled around the concept. 

That she could deal with fine, overall. What she struggled with most was that Sally missed him. 

Tom had texted when he landed and they had attempted to chat by text while she was getting ready for bed but the conversation was stifled, awkward. 

Now she was busy and so was he, or so she assumed. Maybe he was sleeping? He has texted her early in the morning to bid her a good morning but she hadn’t heard from him since. 

It felt weird to leave the movers in charge of packing her apartment, her whole life while she left for work. They had her mark what was to be disposed of and accepted directions to watch for bugs and call for any questions. If they found anything that they believed would bring bugs to her new home, they were to call her to verify what to do and if she didn’t answer, make a judgment call. 

She had to trust them.

That was a lot of control to give strangers but Tom insisted that he arranged the best. Small appliances and electronics would be cleaned and packed safely. Food would be safely stored during travel and fragile items would be given the most care. Furniture would be disassembled and reassembled at the new apartment for her and she could expect each box to be placed in their assigned rooms. 

Mia insisted on filling a suitcase with her intimate items as well as Sally’s underwear. Sure, they were professionals but it still felt strange to have strangers pack those items. 

~~~~~<3

On her way to work, Mia ran by the new apartment complex. Just as Tom had promised, she got the keys and there was no fuss or surprises. The unit was the same one they were shown and everything was exactly as she was promised. It was clean and well taken care of. Not even the windows had the slightest smear or dirty or finger prints. 

Tom must have told them about the child- it’s disclosed on most leases anyway but it surprised Mia that there was childproofing done to the unit. There was a simple chain lock installed higher up on the balcony doors and a second stronger deadbolt added to the front door as well, higher. Like Mia’s old apartment, this one provided valet trash service. The trash can was the same small black can however rather than being picked up weekly, the service walled the halls nightly and would pick up whenever needed as long as the can was outside before the designated time. 

The front door locked by a programmable key code. It took only a few moments to show Mia how to program a guest code that would expire in twelve hours. She also got a backup key should the battery die or she finds she’s forgotten the code. As was typical of a rental, the office also maintained a hard copy of the key. 

~~~~~<3

It felt good to be at work. At work Mia could dodge questions about her personal life, hide for her breaks and be too busy to chat. She put everything into her work. For just over eight hours of the day, she could just live her normal, not complicated life. 

The small dress and flashy makeup made her look different than she did on her personal time, more dolled up and with a side of glamor. She wondered if anyone would recognize her from the photos of her and Tom. She didn’t even know how well she was shown or if the pictures even showed her face but she worried anyway.

Tom had said not to look and so far she hadn’t. 

Before she knew it, it was one in the morning and it was time for her to go. She was dead on her feet and not looking forward to driving from one end of the valley to the other and back again to get Sally. 

How would her new neighbors feel about her coming home with a small child in the middle of the night? Would the sound of her coming home bother the unit below her? It wasn’t something she had to worry about before, her neighbors in her old apartment were well used to her schedule.

~~~~~<3

Sally was a hard sleeper and didn’t wake while being carried to the car. Mia had always felt bad for the way her work caused her daughter to have a chaotic sleep schedule. Now it would only get worse. 

Once she was strapped in with the windows down, Mia handed Gretchen her payment for the night. She had raised her own kids as a single mother in poverty and knew well the struggles Mia faced and passed on a lifetime of kindness in the forgiving rates she charged Mia. 

She was retired, on social security and food stamps. Gretchen, like most Americans born into poverty, never managed to escape it. Her rent was subsidized and her boys, now men around Tom’s age themselves would send her money and deliveries when they could. 

Nothing official to put on the records but it was enough to ensure their mother was comfortable in her poverty while ensuring she always had access to the programs that would provide for her should they fall on hard times themselves. Generational poverty taught them how to game the system and not feel bad about it.

“That fancy man moving you uptown?” Gretchen was a old school country woman who would talk in country music lyrics if you let her. It always caught a newcomer off guard when she would first speak but Mia had always loved to sink into the warm twang of her voice. 

Gretchen had dark skin that carried deep wrinkles with the scars of battles long ago fought. Her stark white hair was nearly always in a series of simple braids and adorned with small golden trinkets. Sometimes she added vibrant colors to her hair, raking advantage of the blank canvas her age provided. 

People expected urban when they first saw Gretchen but the truth was urban was what her boys, not her. She had fought and sacrificed to give them access to what benefits came with growing up in the city. Her heart was forever in the ranches of Utah, a place where she loved but never really felt like she belonged. 

Being a black woman, she never did fit in there even though she had been born and raised. Too much unconscious and blatant racism both but still, home called to her heart. It was better to stay in the city though. She felt safer having people that looked like her around. 

“Seemed to me it happened pretty sudden. You ain’t have men around much before, now a fancy one is moving you. Better be careful, Girl.” 

Gretchen never called no one by their names. There was always a pet name or nickname regardless of if you wanted it. That was part of her charm and just one more way god had made her beautiful. 

“I promise, I’m being careful.” Gretchen was like a second mother to Mia in many ways. She was forever thankful for the way she would fuss over her and Sally. The love of someone who didn’t have any obligation to love you felt a the more sweet. “The apartment is paid for the year up front. There’s no losing it and I don’t know how much he’s going to be around anyway.” 

“If you say so.” Gretchen opened the driver’s door for Mia, signaling that the time for talking was done and it was time for her to get on going. “Sugar, would it be better if I came to Sally for the next few weeks or so while you get settled?” 

Gretchen was an angel, truly sent by the heavens. 

~~~~~<3

Mia was beyond exhausted when she pulled into her assigned parking spot. Sally was likewise exhausted in the backseat of the car, sleeping soundly. She was excited to see their new home bit there was only so much excitement a kid of her age can manage when it’s two in the morning. 

Carrying the child, Mia made the walk to her unit. The elevator was a godsend, saving her from having to climb stairs to the fourth floor with the dozing child in her arms. 

It felt surreal to unlock the door to the unit. Her unit. Their home. Would he call it his home too? Surely not- he had a home in England somewhere. London, hadn’t he said? 

“We’re home.” Mia whispered softly to the dozing sack of potatoes in her arms. “Let’s take a look around and then get you to bed.”

The apartment was clean and neat, even with all the boxes. Just as promised, the small dining table was assembled in the dining area. Boxes were stacked neatly against the wall, clearly labeled with their contents. Inside the refrigerator and freezer was all their perishable foods.

On the counter was a fruit bowl that she hadn’t owed piled high with fruit. A card was propped in front of the bowl that read: “Welcome Home” and signed by the management. Next to the bowl was a coloring book and simple pack of markers, a box of trash bags, a bottle of dish soap and a pack of sponges. 

It was such a kind gesture that she had never seen before. It felt good to be treated with such respect by the management. Was this what it felt like to not be renting a poverty apartment?

Mia showed Sally the master bedroom so that if she woke in the middle of the night she would know where to go. Next was the hall bathroom between the two bedrooms. The outlet in the hall was topped with a built in nightlight. It was a soft white light. Was that always there or had they made that change for her as well?

The bathroom had a similar built in nightlight above the light switch. When Mia turned the light on, the nightlight turned off automatically. She was sure that light wasn’t there before.

How much trouble did they go through making such small changes for her comfort in the unit? Had Tom asked for it or did they do it themselves? Was it difficult? She hoped it hadn’t cost them much to do. 

In Sally’s room, there was no built in nightlight. She appreciated that, she had been wanting to wean Sally off the nightlights. For now though, they would use the nightlights to keep the dark away. It was hard enough to sleep in a unknown space.

Sally’s bed was assembled and made. Her dresser was placed against the wall with her bookshelf next to it. They had unpacked her books and placed them back on the shelf. The toy bins were placed back in the shelf they belonged to. 

It was a relief to see that the room didn’t have the same level of strangeness that was in the rest of the apartment. The movers had made an effort to settle this room. 

Did that cost extra or were they just that kind?

The bed was made, blankets neatly folded back and waiting for Sally’s little body. Mia had planned to wash the bedding in the morning- the apartment had a built in washer and dryer set- since someone else had been handling them. Moving was a messy business anyway. But as she nestled Sally into her bed, it was clear that wasn’t needed. The bedding was freshly laundered and smelled linen fresh. 

~~~~~<3

She tripped over her dress as they ran through the hotel halls. His laugh, ever so unique and warm seemed to surround her. Holding her hand in his, he kept her on their feet. 

Hurry, hurry- keep running. Run as fast as your legs can take you to your future. Don’t look back. Let him lead. Follow him to the ends of the earth. Her white dress tangled around her legs and she struggled to hold onto the heels in her hands. 

She knew better than to be running around a resort without shoes but couldn’t be bothered to care. This was a fairytale where the floors were clean and no drunk’s vomit or spilled drinks would dirty her feet. 

Tom’s hand reached out and blocked an empty elevator door from closing. As it opened again, he slipped inside, pulling her in with him. The car was empty and they were alone for the first time. Finally alone. 

Oh how good it felt to be alone with him. 

~~~~~<3

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How to Choose Safe and Durable Furniture for Kids

Choosing furniture for kids involves more than just aesthetics and comfort; safety and durability are paramount. Whether you're furnishing a child's bedroom, playroom, or a balcony space, ensuring that the furniture is safe and can withstand the wear and tear of daily use is essential. 

Safety First: Key Considerations

Materials Matter

Selecting furniture for kids should always be done with premium materials. Particle board and plastic are often less durable than solid wood and metal. To ensure your youngster doesn't come into contact with dangerous substances, look for furniture with non-toxic finishes. For instance, when browsing for online kids' furniture for the balcony, ensure the materials are weather-resistant and free from toxic substances.

Sturdy Construction

Rough use should not be a problem for sturdy furniture. Verify the security of all joints and connections. In addition to being dangerous, furniture that wobbles or seems flimsy is also unlikely to last.This is particularly important for items like kids' chairs in Delhi, where the furniture must handle active use.

Rounded Edges and Corners

Children are more likely to fall and bump into things, so sharp edges and corners can be dangerous. Seek for rounded-edge furniture or think about protecting the edges of items that already exist. This is crucial for preschool furniture for the balcony, where active play often occurs.

Stable and Secure

Ensure that heavier pieces of furniture are stable and, if necessary, can be anchored to the wall to prevent tipping. This is especially important for taller items like bookshelves or cabinets.

Durability: Built to Last

Weather-Resistant Options for Outdoor Use

Select weather-resistant furnishings when choosing items for a balcony. For instance, treated wood, metal, or premium plastic are good materials for kids' balcony furniture that won't break down easily in the sun, rain, or wind.

Easy to Clean

Kids' furniture should be easy to clean, as leaks and mess are inevitable. Seek for finishes and materials that are easily cleaned without causing surface damage. This is especially crucial for luxury furniture in Delhi, where it's also necessary to preserve the furniture's visual appeal.

Versatility and Adjustability

In the long term, furniture that grows with your child may be more resilient. Seek for features that can be adjusted, such extendable tables or seats with height adjustments. The balcony furniture for kindergartens should be adaptable enough to suit a range of activities and age groups.

Specific Types of Furniture

Kids' Chairs

When searching for kids' chairs in Delhi, prioritize models that offer ergonomic support and are made from sturdy materials. Ensure the chairs are proportionate to the child's size to provide comfort and prevent strain.

Kindergarten and Preschool Furniture

For kindergarten furniture for the balcony,consider pieces that encourage both play and learning. Tables and chairs should be lightweight enough for children to move but sturdy enough to stay in place during activities. Safety is key, so look for features like rounded edges and stable bases.

Luxury Furniture

When opting for luxury furniture in Delhi, balance elegance with practicality. High-end pieces should still meet the safety and durability criteria, ensuring they are not only beautiful but also functional and safe for children.

Kids' Furniture in Delhi

The market for kids' furniture in Delhi offers a wide range of options, from budget-friendly to luxury. Regardless of the price point, ensure that every piece meets safety standards and is built to last. Look for reputable brands and retailers that provide detailed information about the materials and construction of their products.

Shopping Tips

Read Reviews and Ratings

Read other parents' reviews and ratings before making a purchase. This may shed light on how long-lasting and secure the furniture will be in actual use.

Check for Recalls

Verify whether there have been any safety recalls affecting the furniture you have chosen. Making sure you're purchasing safe products requires taking this crucial step.

Visit Physical Stores

Online buying may be convenient, but going to genuine shops may enable you to directly inspect the furniture to determine its quality and durability. If you're shopping for kids' furniture in Delhi, for example, going to local retailers might give you a better idea of the quality and finish of the furniture.

Consider Customization

Certain manufacturers provide customisation choices that let you select particular features or finishes that work best for you. This can be very helpful when trying to fit furniture into odd balcony areas.

Conclusion

While getting kids' furniture, look for high-quality materials, solid construction, rounded edges, and stable designs to ensure safety and durability. For outdoor use, give preference to weather-resistant, easily cleaned items and take into account adaptable, adjustable alternatives. You may give your child a secure, long-lasting environment by concentrating on these elements.

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How to Choose Safe and Durable Furniture for Kids

Choosing furniture for kids involves more than just aesthetics and comfort; safety and durability are paramount. Whether you're furnishing a child's bedroom, playroom, or a balcony space, ensuring that the furniture is safe and can withstand the wear and tear of daily use is essential. 

Safety First: Key Considerations

Materials Matter

Selecting furniture for kids should always be done with premium materials. Particle board and plastic are often less durable than solid wood and metal. To ensure your youngster doesn't come into contact with dangerous substances, look for furniture with non-toxic finishes. For instance, when browsing for online kids' furniture for the balcony, ensure the materials are weather-resistant and free from toxic substances.

Sturdy Construction

Rough use should not be a problem for sturdy furniture. Verify the security of all joints and connections. In addition to being dangerous, furniture that wobbles or seems flimsy is also unlikely to last.This is particularly important for items like kids' chairs in Delhi, where the furniture must handle active use.

Rounded Edges and Corners

Children are more likely to fall and bump into things, so sharp edges and corners can be dangerous. Seek for rounded-edge furniture or think about protecting the edges of items that already exist. This is crucial for preschool furniture for the balcony, where active play often occurs.

Stable and Secure

Ensure that heavier pieces of furniture are stable and, if necessary, can be anchored to the wall to prevent tipping. This is especially important for taller items like bookshelves or cabinets.

Durability: Built to Last

Weather-Resistant Options for Outdoor Use

Select weather-resistant furnishings when choosing items for a balcony. For instance, treated wood, metal, or premium plastic are good materials for kids' balcony furniture that won't break down easily in the sun, rain, or wind.

Easy to Clean

Kids' furniture should be easy to clean, as leaks and mess are inevitable. Seek for finishes and materials that are easily cleaned without causing surface damage. This is especially crucial for luxury furniture in Delhi, where it's also necessary to preserve the furniture's visual appeal.

Versatility and Adjustability

In the long term, furniture that grows with your child may be more resilient. Seek for features that can be adjusted, such extendable tables or seats with height adjustments. The balcony furniture for kindergartens should be adaptable enough to suit a range of activities and age groups.

Specific Types of Furniture

Kids' Chairs

When searching for kids' chairs in Delhi, prioritize models that offer ergonomic support and are made from sturdy materials. Ensure the chairs are proportionate to the child's size to provide comfort and prevent strain.

Kindergarten and Preschool Furniture

For kindergarten furniture for the balcony,consider pieces that encourage both play and learning. Tables and chairs should be lightweight enough for children to move but sturdy enough to stay in place during activities. Safety is key, so look for features like rounded edges and stable bases.

Luxury Furniture

When opting for luxury furniture in Delhi, balance elegance with practicality. High-end pieces should still meet the safety and durability criteria, ensuring they are not only beautiful but also functional and safe for children.

Kids' Furniture in Delhi

The market for kids' furniture in Delhi offers a wide range of options, from budget-friendly to luxury. Regardless of the price point, ensure that every piece meets safety standards and is built to last. Look for reputable brands and retailers that provide detailed information about the materials and construction of their products.

Shopping Tips

Read Reviews and Ratings

Read other parents' reviews and ratings before making a purchase. This may shed light on how long-lasting and secure the furniture will be in actual use.

Check for Recalls

Verify whether there have been any safety recalls affecting the furniture you have chosen. Making sure you're purchasing safe products requires taking this crucial step.

Visit Physical Stores

Online buying may be convenient, but going to genuine shops may enable you to directly inspect the furniture to determine its quality and durability. If you're shopping for kids' furniture in Delhi, for example, going to local retailers might give you a better idea of the quality and finish of the furniture.

Consider Customization

Certain manufacturers provide customisation choices that let you select particular features or finishes that work best for you. This can be very helpful when trying to fit furniture into odd balcony areas.

Conclusion

While getting kids' furniture, look for high-quality materials, solid construction, rounded edges, and stable designs to ensure safety and durability. For outdoor use, give preference to weather-resistant, easily cleaned items and take into account adaptable, adjustable alternatives. You may give your child a secure, long-lasting environment by concentrating on these elements.

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Silly Love Songs - Darcy/Spencer

Pairing:  Darcy Lewis/Spencer Reid For: @daughter-of-ophelia Song: Silly Love Songs by Wings (1976) Word Count: 912

Darcy plopped her legs down in his lap, jarring him from his thoughts. Spencer felt the corner of his mouth quirk upwards as he automatically reached for her feet.

They'd done this probably a hundred times before, and he wasn't even waxing hyperbolic in the slightest.

It felt like Darcy had always been a presence in his life. Back in elementary school, when she'd stomped on Christopher Melvin's toes for pushing him into the wall outside the gym.

She'd kept in touch when he'd been moved up many grades ahead of her. When he'd attended college. When she'd attended college.

"Best friends since preschool," she'd often bragged, ruffling his hair and grinning.

And he'd agreed with her. Best friends. The closest and most open he'd ever been with another human being. That was normal. This was normal.

Except when it became… something more than that.

When he'd started thinking about her all the time.

Not that he didn't think about Darcy almost daily anyway. It was like an impulse. Like breathing. Like brushing his teeth. He'd think about Darcy, wonder what she was doing, if she was having fun, or bored at work, or on some kind of adventure… and then he'd worry about that. If the adventure was too adventurous.

But this wasn't like that. One of these things was not like the other… this was being unable to stop thinking about her. In the past, thoughts of Darcy had been fleeting. Short. Brief.

Now they were anything but.

Culminating in his decision to discuss these… decidedly new feelings with her on her monthly visit. She lived in Manhattan and he lived in DC, so once a month was usually all either of them could muster. And here he was, about to ruin her visit.

He swallowed thickly, his thumbs rubbing soft circles in the bottoms of her feet.

She hummed and let her head fall back on the throw pillows. "Thank you… feels good, Spencer."

His eyes fluttered closed, the possibility of another meaning to those words was enough to make his breath stutter, make his heart beat impossibly faster, thundering so loudly that he was surprised she couldn't hear it, no matter how improbable.

I'm a terrible friend, he thought to himself, his thumbs stilling.

"What?" Darcy asked, she shifted in her seat.

"What?" he repeated dumbly, her feet falling from his hands.

"Why are you a terrible friend?" she asked. "You're not a terrible friend, but why would you say that?"

So he hadn't thought it, he'd said it aloud. Damnit.

He swallowed thickly. "I'm… I don't… Darcy…" He gingerly pushed her feet off his lap, dying under her confused expression as she bent her knees and tucked them up under her body.

"You're not a terrible friend, Spencer. I mean, I know something's bothering you… you've been off for a few weeks now… is it something with work? I know you don't like discussing them with me, but I can listen if you need--"

"What I need…" he said, trailing off. "What I need is some fresh air." He rose abruptly, walking with purpose towards his balcony door and pushing it open, the cool air hitting his face as he stepped out onto the smooth concrete.

He rarely went out here. He didn't have patio furniture or potted plants. Just a pile of cigarette butts where his upstairs neighbor had dumped their ashtray.

Sucking the cool air into his lungs, he waited for his mind to clear, but it didn't happen.

"Spencer?" her voice was quiet. Soft. "Spencer, you're not using again, are you?"

"No," he insisted. "No, it's not that."

"Then…" she trailed off. "What is it?"

"I love you," he blurted, his gaze centered somewhere on the railing in front of him.

"I love you too," she said automatically, too automatically for her to have really grasped what he was telling her.

"No… Darcy…" He turned to face her, reaching for her hands. "I love you. I love everything about you. I love your laugh, and the way your nose crinkles when you smell burnt toast, and the way you say my name, and the way your hair frizzes up in the rain… I love you when you're crying during sappy movies, I love you when you're angry, when you're cursing at bad drivers, when you get frustrated with me for not knowing how to use my smartphone…"

"Oh…" she said softly, wrapping her arms around herself. "You mean… you mean you love love me."

"Yes," he murmured. "I love love you."

She was quiet for what felt like an eternity, but Spencer knew it wasn't more than twenty seconds. He was counting.

"How does that make you a bad friend?"

He exhaled sharply. "Because. You're… visiting me and expecting everything to be the same and you didn't ask for my feelings or any of this and--"

Spencer stopped talking when she took a step towards him, her arm extending as she reached for him, pressing two fingers over his lips, lingering there to trace the outline of them before slipping her hand behind his head and tugging him down.

Sensation exploded in his belly, swooping and heating his blood as he struggled to tilt his head, to respond to the kiss.

Darcy broke it off with a harsh sigh. "Might not have asked for your feelings, but I am so glad they're here, Spencer…"

He didn't speak, just ducked down to kiss her again.

[writing-mermaid]

On a Wednesday in a café, I watched it begin again, part 1

Prompt : “I haven’t seen you since we were kids ! How did you even recognize me ?”

Words : 4 793

Author’s note : This series was written for the writing challenge celebrating @bionic-buckyb‘s 5K. 

Warnings :  Mentions of death, sadness, funerals.

Song of the title : Begin Again - Taylor Swift

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Part 2 - Part 3

1997

I rush to the backyard of the Barnes family without paying attention to my dad calling my name. Even before he reaches the door, I’m already starting to climb the ladder to Bucky’s tree house, tears in my eyes making the world blurry around me. I perfectly know the way up there, so I can almost do it with eyes closed. I hear the front door opening, the light thud of the bag my dad is carrying hitting the ground and the door closing. Mrs Barnes might know by now, but Bucky doesn’t.

Bucky, or rather James Buchanan Barnes and I, it’s a long story. We were born the same year, in the same hospital, Bucky two days before me. Our mothers were in the same bedroom and became friends that way. Bucky’s mom, Winifred, was supposed to be out two days after my birth, but as she has been sick, she and Bucky stayed and went out same day as my mom and I. At this moment, the hospital where our respective mothers gave birth to each other had some furniture’s problems and Bucky and I had to share a crib during our staying there. As Brian my elderly brother said us once : “You were already holding hand when you were barely born”. We were kinda known as the lovebirds babies in the hospital. And that was naturally that our families continued to see each other and stayed friends.

When I finally reach the entrance of the tree house, the first thing I spot through my watering eyes, is my best friend, lying on the wooden floor, absentmindedly fixing the roof. The last step of the ladder squeaks under my feet, making his head turn to me. “Hey doll, what’s up ?” Usually, that nickname makes me smile. He started to call me that after a party we went when we were five. Our parents took us there, our respective grandpas were there for a veterans' reunion of WWII soldiers. When James heard an old man call a waitress doll, he started to call me doll too and it stayed. “I’m not in the mood, Bucky.” Bucky, another nickname that comes from our youngest years. Before we went to preschool, our moms wanted us to know our complete names. If it was easy for me and that I managed to pronounce Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N correctly from the first time, James was awful at it. Saying James Buchanan Barnes seemed to be hard for him, he was always stumbling on ‘Buchanan’. “Come on, James, that’s not hard”, Winifred said. “James Buchanan Barnes. Come on, say it again.” “James Buckynan Barnes.” “Buckynan”, I burst out laughing. “Buckynan”, I had tears in my eyes. “Stop it !”, he pouted, while I was still giggling. “Bucky”, I suddenly said. And it stayed, Bucky. I crawl in the tree house and sit cross-legged on the floor, my gaze lost in the distance, on the verge of tears. Bucky sits up and slides next to me before putting an arm around my shoulders. “Y/N, tell me, what’s going on ?”, he asks, lifting my chin to stare into my eyes. “My mom and brother had a car accident”, I finally sigh after a few minutes. “My dad is with your mother right now, mom and Brian are at the hospital. I don’t know what’s gonna happen Bucky”, I say, crying for good. He wraps his other arm around me and pulls me on his lap, holding me against him. “Hey, hey, shush, I’m here, I’m with you, you know that”, I nod against his shoulder. “I still have the gummy bears we hide last week, do you want some ?”, I nod again and Bucky rises on his feet before helping me to rise on mine. He grabs the candies, and we sit on the edge of the tree house on a sort of balcony that George, Bucky’s father, built, our legs hanging in the air, the candy box between us, Bucky’s left-hand holding my right one. I don’t know how long we stay like that, but our silent tranquility is disturbed by a voice shouting our names downstairs. We look down and see Rebecca, Bucky’s little sister. “What do ya want Becca ?”, Bucky shouts back to her. “Mister Y/L/N is leaving, he wants to talk to Y/N before he leaves.” We both sigh before rising on our feet. Bucky takes me the corner the tree house balcony where there was a sort of goods lifts for us to go down. He grabs the bucket and the rope, motioning to me to climb in it with me. “No Buck, last time we wanted to do that, Steve broke his arm”, I remind him. “That’s because Steve was too light for it. Come on doll, do you trust me ?”, he responds. “Of course I do.” “So come on.” He grabs my hand and pulls me to him, flush to his body. I cling on him, eyes tightly shut. Bucky makes the rope slide slowly in its roller, and we land on the dry land. “You’re doing like in Robin Hood”, Rebecca chuckles. “You’re like Marian and Robin.” I open my eyes and look up at Bucky. We’re still in the bucket, his arms are still around me and I’m still flushed to his body. I feel my cheek heat up and when Bucky’s gaze crosses mine, he blushes. We pull away from each other when I hear my father calling for me. “I’m going to the hospital to see what’s going on with your mother and brother, I know they were going to operate them, and I want you to stay here with the Barnes. I’ll call you later tonight”, he states, kissing my forehead before leaving. I had no news from my dad until the end of the next day, when he called Mrs Barnes to tell her my brother and mother were going to surgery. Then, in the middle of the night, he called again, this time, Mr Barnes answered, the phone ring woke me and I sneaked out from the mattress they put in Rebecca’s room to hear something. All I heard was whispers and then some gasps when Mr Barnes got back to his bedroom and repeated to his wife what my dad said. Realizing that I wouldn’t know what was going on, I got back to bed and fall asleep in seconds, still shook by the day’s events. When I get up this morning, the Barnes’ home atmosphere is heavy, no one dares to talk. I take a seat next to Bucky who grabs my hand in his, squeezing it lightly. Still silent, Mrs Barnes puts down a hot cocoa bowl in front of me, with slice of bread and jars of jam, peanut butter, chocolate spread and butter in the middle of the table. “Eat kids”, are the only words going out of her mouth. A part of the morning passes in silence, Rebecca silently plays with her toys in the living room while Bucky and I are sitting on the couch, his hand barely left mine since breakfast. TV is playing but none of us is paying attention, I don’t really realize when it happened but my head eventually lies on Bucky’s shoulder, his arm around mine when the bell rings. Mrs Barnes walks to the door and from the distance I hear her talking to my father, I recognize his voice from the front door to the living room, even if I can’t here what he’s saying. Footsteps are coming to us and my dad appears in the door frame, eyes red and signs of a sleepless night on his face. “Hi Mr Y/L/N”, Bucky says looking up at him, his arm still around my shoulders and hand holding mine. “Hello James”, my dad answers. “May I talk to my daughter alone please”, he asks quietly. Bucky gets up from the couch letting my body go, after he helps me to rise on my feet, whispering into my ear a little 'are you gonna be okay ?’ that I just answer by a nod. He kisses my forehead and gives my hand a last squeeze before leaving the room, Rebecca on his heels. I run into my father’s arms, instinctively wrapping my arms around his waist in a tight hug. He pushes me back, and crouches on the floor to look deeply into my eyes, the same hazelnut as my mom and brother, none of us has his eyes. “Y/N, baby, I’ll need you to be very brave. What I have to tell you is really hard”, he states, looking away from me. He takes a big breath before adding, “My darling, your mother and brother had surgery last night, your mom died during the operation.” Tears start to burn the edges of my eyes while I’m trying to process what he’s telling me. “What… What… What a..about Brian ?”, I ask him, hoping that my brother is safe and sound. “Brian”, he responds, swallowing his saliva, “Brian, the operation went well last night, and he was well and awake this morning, he suddenly complained about a huge pain in his chest. It was his heart, they opened again but, they couldn’t do anything. There's just the two of us now baby.” “No, it can’t be, mom and Brian are okay, they are okay, they’re going to come back in a few days”, I say, walking backwards until my back bumps in the wall, tears rolling down for good this time. My legs are not carrying me anymore and I slide against the wall and sit on the wooden floor of the Barnes’ living room, my knees to my chest, screaming, eyes shut, covering my ears like a little kid. The next thing I feel is a pair of arms around me cradling my body back and forth, soft hair caressing the side of my head, a nose rubbing my cheek, lips murmuring soft words on my skin. I know to whom the body I’m pressed to belong, it’s Bucky’s, it’s always him, the boy who leaves and who’s ready to anything and everything for me, Bucky who’s always been there for me, no matter what. “Breath, breath, I’m here, I promise you it’s gonna be okay”, I feel his mouth and hot breath on my cheekbones. So I do what he says, I take a few deep breath and try to calm down. I open my eyes and turn my head to his, our foreheads leaning into each other, eyes staring at each other. “We’re alone”, he tells me after a few minutes. “My mom took your father outside, said I was the only one who could calm you now.” I don’t say a word, leaning more into Bucky’s touch, nuzzling my face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his sweet peppermint scent. After a few minutes, I lift my head again and my full of tears gaze find his stunning stormy blue one once again. And that’s when I realize what I want right now, is to kiss him, it’s not the moment, nor the place, but, that’s what I want and I don’t know how I can want that at that moment. And when I think I’m gonna make a move, it’s actually Bucky who makes it, his lips press to mine in a chaste and innocent kiss.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have”, he hastily says. “We should see what your dad has planned for now.” He gets up and helps me to get on my feet. We enter the kitchen when my father is telling Winifred that he has some papers to sign and things to organize and that I’ll have to stay here for a few days. During the next few days, Bucky and I don’t talk about that kiss and I try to focus on something else than my loss. Everyone started to treat me different at school, the only one who treats me as usual is Bucky. The day of the funeral comes too quickly for me, my dad and I are sitting in the first row, with the Barnes family by our sides, my mom’s family from Europe, on the bench at the other side of the aisle. My hands are shaking and so does my left leg, it only stops when a familiar hand grips mine. I don’t even need to look up to know who it is, Bucky laces his fingers with mine and my hands stop trembling. We have a special bond, and no one can understand what’s between us, unless they are living it. A few months pass, I finish the school year and on the last day, my dad announces me that we’re leaving New York and Brooklyn for Seattle. He has a promotion and wants to take a fresh new start far from the place that saw his wife and son die. I knew for a few days now, but didn’t tell anything to Bucky, I didn’t want him to be frustrated by the fact that I am going to leave him. Dad made me pack my things, only keeping what I needed for the end of school, sold the biggest part of my mom’s and brother’s stuff and the house, we were allowed to stay until today, when the new owners would come to have the keys. He already found us a place to live in Seattle and found me a new school. I cried when he told me that I’m going to make new friends very soon, telling him that I don’t want new friends, that those I have here been enough, that Bucky and Steve are the best friends someone can have in the world. We’re in front of the Barnes’ place now, to say our goodbyes before we take the road. I know that my dad told George and Winifred that we are leaving, but he told them to not tell Bucky. I can hear them, they’re in the backyard. I can here Rebecca’s giggle, Mrs Barnes telling her children to wash their hands before lunch, Mr Barnes saying that food is almost ready, I can smell the barbecue’s scent, the only one I don’t hear is Bucky, my sweet loving Bucky. I realized something when my dad told me that we were moving at the other side of the country, I love him, but not like I love my father, not like I loved my brother and mother, I love him, with the capital L, the complete I’m in love with him, thing. It hit me the night after the funerals, the way Bucky held my hand on that day, the fact that he stayed by my side all day long, the fact that he took me away from my home to make me think about anything but the death and sadness. I knew few days after that my dad agreed with that, he even gave Bucky a few bucks to distract me with ice cream and video games. That night when he left, I thought about him, about the sensation of his fingers intertwined with mine, the heat of his palm against mine, his sweet touch, the way he wiped that ice cream from the corner of my lips with his thumb. I’m in love with Bucky, my Bucky. My father puts his hand on my shoulder, pulling me out of my daydreaming. “We have to hurry, we’re taking the road after saying our goodbyes”, he says and I just nod to answer, following him towards the happy noises. Bucky lifts his head at the moment we step into their field of view. He runs towards me and wraps his arms around me before putting his chin on the crown of my head. Nothing else count right now, just him and me. I hear in the distance my father speaking with the Barnes, telling them that we are here to say goodbye before taking the road. Bucky’s chin leaves my head, and he looks down to me. “Saying goodbye ?”, he asks, shocked. “Bucky, I swear I wanted to tell you but, I didn’t want you to be sad or to hate me”, I answer. “I would have rather you tell me you were leaving than learning it right now”, he shouts, letting me go and running to the house. “Bucky”, I call feeling tears falling down my face. Mr and Mrs Barnes ask us to stay eat something before we take the road and my father accepts. We eat in silence, the only noise is the one of our cutlery on our plates. I look at the empty stop besides me, Bucky is still in the house, probably in his bedroom and it makes my heart ache so much, I should have told him before, I should have told him that I’d rather stay here, but I don’t have the choice, I must follow my father. Just when we finish eating, Bucky appears again, his eyes are red, and he’s playing with the sleeves of his sweater. “Y/N, can I talk to you for a minute please ?” I nod, and he grabs my hand to take me near to the oak where the tree house is. At the same moment, I hear Mrs Barnes saying that they should clean the garden table to bring desert and have some coffee. All the adults, followed by Rebecca, pulled inside the house by her father, disappear in the kitchen. Bucky links his hands with mine, both of our hands are palm to palm, he’s ready say something, when he turns his head towards the house. He mutters something under his breath and when I turn my head, I spot the adults looking at us through the kitchen window, maintaining the curtains open. Bucky sighs and pulls me behind him to hide behind the big oak trunk. Once there, I lean against the huge tree, and he takes my hands in his again. “I’m sorry, I’ve been stupid, I shouldn’t have to have that reaction, I know this is not your fault.” “I wish I could have told you before, but I couldn't”, I answer sadly. “This just drives me crazy to imagine you leaving me, going away, living at the other side of the country. You’re my best friend and maybe that will sound selfish but I want to keep you with me. I don’t want to share you with anyone else, because I love you. And that’s not the love like the one I have for my parents or Rebecca or even Steve, it’s something else, something that maybe we are too young to understand but I love you like in I’m in love with you, like that thing we should find disgusting because we’re ten years-old and…” I cut him by putting my lips on his. “You talk too much Barnes. And for the record, I love you too.” “For real ?”, he asks, his eyes sparkling. “For real”, I answer. “Can I kiss you then ? Not an innocent baby kiss but like trying a real one like people who love each other do ?” I nod and everything is going slow, he leans his forehead on mine and our noses bump against each other. His lips are on mine in a blink of an eye, and we kiss. It’s wet and sort of disgusting, but we’re only ten years-old and that’s our first real kiss. I wrap my arms around his neck, as I saw older girls doing in movies. Bucky pulls away after a few seconds. We catch our breath, foreheads still leaning against each other, I would love to stay like this for eternity, but in the distance, I hear my father calling for me and saying that we are leaving in five minutes. “I’ve got something for you”, Bucky says, pulling a little bag from his pocket. “Promise me that you’re going to keep it, even in Seattle.” I open the bag and take out a necklace with a little red star on it. “Bucky, this is beautiful, thank you”, I peck his cheek before lifting my hair for him to put the jewel around my neck. “I want you to promise me something”, I suddenly state, looking straight into his blue orbs. “Anything you want.” “Don’t forget me, James. Promise me that you will not forget me, that you will still love me and that you and me are forever, no matter when we are going to find each other again, no matter if it’s in ten or twenty year, promise me.” “I promise you”, he responds holding me tight to him. “You and I are forever, no matter what.” I hear my father calling me once more. “I have to go.” “I know.” We kiss again, and hand in hand, reach the car in front of the house. I hug Mr and Mrs Barnes and Rebecca, before going back to Bucky. After another hug and peck on the lips, I take place on the passenger seat, my father turns the engine on and starts to drive. I see the Barnes waving goodbye, so I wave back, and suddenly, Bucky starts to run behind the car. I open the window and lean through it. “Don’t forget me”, he shouts. “Promise me that you’ll never forget me.” “I promise”, I shout back, and he stops running. That’s the last image I have from my best friend, first love and kiss before my father tuns the corner of the street.

2017

Bucky’s POV

That’s how I saw my best friend, first love and kiss going out of my life and as I promised her, I never forget for the past twenty years. No matter how many girls I dated, I’m still thinking about her, even if I don’t know where she is. I kinda lost her trace a few months after she moved to Seattle. The only thing I knew was that her father died barely two years after and that she was sent to her mother’s family in Europe, the only family she had left. Thinking about her and just her, makes it hard for commitment, even with redhead beauty that wakes up next to me almost every morning for two years now. Natasha is amazing, but she’s not the one, she could have been if I hadn’t promised my eternal love to someone else twenty years ago. Natasha is beautiful, smart and funny. She’s supposed to make me happy according to my family and friends, and according to them, we would have a beautiful bunch of babies. My parents told it to me, so does Steve and Becca, whom were dating and are now engaged and I can’t believe that my best friend is going to marry my little sister. It would be the truth if I wasn’t thinking of Y/N all the time knowing that someday she would probably come back to me. So almost twenty years passed since I made that promise, I’m now a History teacher in a high-school, still working and living in Brooklyn, Steve still by my side, teaching PE in the same school as me. That punk became PE teacher, if you had told me that twenty years ago, I wouldn’t have believed it, with his skinny self, that tiny bag of bone guy, suffering from asthma, whom got beaten up so many times by older guys than us would have become a muscle mountain leaving his little sick clumsy self behind, and seduce my sister. I met Natasha during a school trip, I was taking my class to the Smithsonian museum in DC, she was one of the person in charge of the exhibition. One of my students almost broke a piece of an ancient weapon from World War II and as I punished him and forced him to apologize to the young ginger woman in front of him, we kinda clicked. She told me she was in Washington only for her work, that she was in fact from New York and was here since four years, and even if she liked her job here, she would rather go back to the Big Apple to be closer of her family. We started by exchanging texts, phone calls, Skype conversation, and then had our first date when she came to New York for some vacations, I took her to a fancy restaurant, and we had our first night together. Five months later, she was back in NY for good, she had a new post at the American Museum of History and an apartment in Manhattan. From the beginning, I didn’t hide from her the fact that I made a promise to my former best friend, that I would wait for her and go back to her if she comes back. With time and without seeing any trace of the said best friend and our relationship continuing, I think that she finished thinking that Y/N would never come back and that she would have me only to herself. School year ended barely a month ago and the New York summer is already hotter than I expected. I’m strolling on the streets, enjoying the warm and the sun, thinking about what the school headmaster told the teaching staff that we were going to welcome a new literature teacher from Europe to replace Mrs Jenkins who was, finally, retiring. The only things we knew that day were that it was a woman, she was coming from Europe and had released a book, not a very famous one, but a good one according to the headmaster. I just wonder how she is, if she’s nice and what she looks like. I digress but that’s what holidays are for, aren’t they ? I pass by that little coffee shop that is here since as long as I can remember, the Chocolate Memories. I spent so long here with Steve and Rebecca when we were teens, close to home, cheap but delicious, the best place in Brooklyn for students and for a good time. I follow the first glass wall, inhaling the amazing smell of hot drinks and pastries coming from the inside of the café. Before I reach the door, I take a look inside through the window. There are only a few costumers inside, a group of teens, a couple with a little boy and a baby girl drinking her bottle and next to the other bay window a Y/H/C hair young woman, tipping on a computer, her back to the glass I’m looking through. I enter the shop and notice more about that girl who’s sitting on her side. She has a book to her right and a glass of fresh drink to her left, along with a plate with a cinnamon roll. She puts a lock of her hair behind her ear, she has black polish on her nails, and does it so softly that it’s like she’s afraid of ripping her hair of her head. She then puts her chin in the same hand, elbow on the table, tilting her head, before straighten back and grabs the glass with her left hand, taking a sip of her drink, eyes never leaving her screen. Whatever she’s tipping, it must be really important. I don’t know how long I’m staying here but at some point, someone is clearing their throat in front of me. “Sir”, the girl behind the counter says, “do you need something ?” “Sorry, I was lost in my thoughts, I’m just gonna sit and order something thanks.” She just nods as an answer and I move towards and empty booth, facing the table where the girl is sitting. I know that I have a girlfriend, and the love of my life is probably waiting for me somewhere, but I can’t help but being attracted by that mystery young woman focused on that screen of her, tipping almost as if her life depends on it. She looks so passionate of what she’s doing that she doesn’t seem to notice me. The young girl behind the counter comes to take my order and assure me that she’s going to be back in a few seconds with my cold coffee and a piece of plum pie. At some point, she closes her laptop and leans on the seat back, sighing softly and removing her glasses, reveling a pair of Y/E/C eyes that I know too well.

[lepetitmondedeju]

On a Wednesday in a café, I watched it begin again, part 1

Prompt : “I haven’t seen you since we were kids ! How did you even recognize me ?”

Words : 4,763

Author’s note : This is finally my story for @bionic-buckyb‘s challenge ! Once again Kait, congrats on your 5K. This is only the first part because as you see it’s already long. No one beta read it so I hope that it’s gonna be okay. Feedback is appreciated as always !

Warnings : Mentions of death, sadness, funerals, I guess that’s all.

Song of the title : Begin Again, Taylor Swift

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1997

I rush to the backyard of the Barnes family without paying attention to my dad calling my name. Even before he reaches the door, I'm already starting to climb the ladder to Bucky's tree house, tears in my eyes making the world blurry around me. I perfectly know the way up there, so I can almost do it with eyes closed. I hear the front door opening, the light thud of the bag my dad is carrying hitting the ground and the door closing. Mrs Barnes might know by now, but Bucky doesn't.

Bucky, or rather James Buchanan Barnes and I, it's a long story. We were born the same year, in the same hospital, Bucky two days before me. Our mothers were in the same bedroom and became friends that way. Bucky's mom, Winifred, was supposed to be out two days after my birth, but as she has been sick, she and Bucky stayed and went out same day as my mom and I. At this moment, the hospital where our respective mothers gave birth to each other had some furniture's problems and Bucky and I had to share a crib during our staying there. As Brian my elderly brother said us once : “You were already holding hand when you were barely born”. We were kinda known as the lovebirds babies in the hospital. And that was naturally that our families continued to see each other and stayed friends.

When I finally reach the entrance of the tree house, the first thing I spot through my watering eyes, is my best friend, lying on the wooden floor, absentmindedly fixing the roof. The last step of the ladder squeaks under my feet, making his head turn to me.

“Hey doll, what's up ?”

Usually, that nickname makes me smile. He started to call me that after a party we went when we were five. Our parents took us there, our respective grandpas were there for a veterans reunion of soldier of WWII. When James heard an old man call a waitress doll, he started to call me doll too and it stayed.

“I'm not in the mood, Bucky.”

Bucky, another nickname that comes from our youngest years. Before we went to preschool, our moms wanted us to know our complete names. If it was easy for me and that I managed to pronounce Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N correctly from the first time, James was really bad at it. Saying James Buchanan Barnes seemed to be hard for him, he was always stumbling on 'Buchanan'.

“Come on, James, that's not hard”, Winifred said. “James Buchanan Barnes. Come one, say it again.”

“James Buckynan Barnes.”

“Buckynan”, I burst out laughing. “Buckynan”, I had tears in my eyes.

“Stop it !”, he pouted, while I was still giggling.

“Bucky”, I suddenly said.

And it stayed, Bucky.

I crawl in the tree house and sit cross-legged on the floor, my gaze lost in the distance, on the verge of tears. Bucky sits up and slides next to me before putting an arm around my shoulders.

“Y/N, tell me, what's going on ?”, he asks, lifting my chin to stare into my eyes.

“My mom and brother had a car accident”, I finally sigh after a few minutes. “My dad is with your mother right now, mom and Brian are at the hospital. I don't know what's gonna happen Bucky”, I say, crying for good.

He wraps his other arm around me and pulls me on his lap, holding me against him.

“Hey, hey, shush, I'm here, I'm with you, you know that”, I nod against his shoulder. “I still have the gummy bears we hide last week, do you want some ?”, I nod again and Bucky rises on his feet before helping me to rise on mine.

He grabs the candies and we sit on the edge of the tree house on a sort of balcony that George, Bucky's father, built, our legs hanging in the air, the candy box between us, Bucky's left hand holding my right one.

I don't know how long we stay like that, but our silent tranquility is disturb by a voice shouting our names downstairs. We look down and see Rebecca, Bucky's little sister.

“What do ya want Becca ?”, Bucky shouts back to her.

“Mister Y/L/N is leaving, he wants to talk to Y/N before he leaves.”

We both sigh before rising on our feet. Bucky takes me the corner the tree house balcony where there was a sort of  goods lift for us to go down. He grabs the bucket and the rope, motioning to me to climb in it with me.

“No Buck, last time we wanted to do that, Steve broke his arm”, I remind him.

“That's because Steve was too light for it. Come on doll, do you trust me ?”, he responds.

“Of course I do.”

“So come on.”

He grabs my hand and pulls me to him, flush to his body. I cling on him, eyes tightly shut. Bucky makes the rope slide slowly in its roller and we land on the dry land.

“You're doing like in Robin Hood”, Rebecca chuckles. “You're like Marian and Robin.”

I open my eyes and look up at Bucky. We're still in the bucket, his arms are still around me and I'm still flushed to his body. I feel my cheek heat up and when Bucky's gaze crosses mine, he blushes. We pull away from each other when I hear my father calling for me.

“I'm going to the hospital to see what's going on with your mother and brother, I know they were going to operate them, and I want you to stay here with the Barnes. I'll call you later tonight”, he states, kissing my forehead before leaving.

I had no news from my dad until the end of the next day, when he called Mrs Barnes to tell her my brother and mother were going to surgery. Then, in the middle of the night, he called again, this time, Mr Barnes answered, the phone ring woke me and I sneaked out from the mattress they put in Rebecca's room to hear something. All I heard was whispers and then some gasps when Mr Barnes got back to his bedroom and repeated to his wife what my dad said. Realizing that I wouldn't know what was going on, I got back to bed and fall asleep in seconds, still shook by the day's events. When I get up this morning, the Barnes' home atmosphere is heavy, no one dares to talk. I take a seat next to Bucky who grabs my hand in his, squeezing it lightly. Still silent, Mrs Barnes puts down a hot cocoa bowl in front of me, with slice of bread and jars of jam, peanut butter, chocolate spread and butter in the middle of the table.

“Eat kids”, are the only words going out of her mouth.

A part of the morning passes in silence, Rebecca silently plays with her toys in the living room while Bucky and I are sitting on the couch, his hand barely left mine since breakfast. TV is playing but none of us is paying attention, I don't really realize when it happened but my head eventually lays on Bucky's shoulder, his arm around mine when the bell rings. Mrs Barnes walks to the door and from the distance I hear her talking to my father, I recognize his voice from the front door to the living room, even if I can't here what he's saying. Footsteps are coming to us and my dad appears in the door frame, eyes red and signs of a sleepless night on his face.

“Hi Mr Y/L/N”, Bucky says looking up at him, his arm still around my shoulders and hand holding mine.

“Hello James”, my dad answers. “May I talk to my daughter alone please”, he asks quietly.

Bucky gets up from the couch letting my body go, after he helps me to rise on my feet, whispering into my ear a little 'are you gonna be okay ?' that I just answer by a nod. He kisses my forehead and gives my hand a last squeeze before leaving the room, Rebecca on his heels. I run into my father's arms, instinctively wrapping my arms around his waist in a tight hug. He pushes me back, and crouches on the floor to look deeply into my eyes, the same hazelnut as my mom and brother, none of us has his eyes.

“Y/N, baby, I'll need you to be very brave. What I have to tell you is really hard”, he states, looking away from me. He takes a big breath before adding, “My darling, your mother and brother had surgery last night, your mom died during the operation.”

Tears start to burn the edges of my eyes while I'm trying to process what he's telling me.

“What... What... What a about Brian ?”, I ask him, hoping that my brother is safe and sound.

“Brian”, he responds, swallowing his saliva, “Brian, the operation went well last night, and he was well and awake this morning, he suddenly complained about a huge pain in his chest. It was his heart, they opened again but, they couldn't do anything. Their's just the two of us now baby.”

“No, it can't be, mom and Brian are okay, they are okay, they're going to come back in a few days”, I say, walking backwards until my back bumps in the wall, tears rolling down for good this time.

My legs are not carrying me anymore and I slide against the wall and sit on the wooden floor of the Barnes' living room, my knees to my chest, screaming, eyes shut, covering my ears like a little kid. The next thing I feel is a pair of arms around me cradling my body back and forth, soft hair caressing the side of my head, a nose rubbing my cheek, lips murmuring soft words on my skin. I know to whom the body I'm pressed to belongs, it's Bucky's, it's always him, the boy who leaves and who's ready to anything and everything for me, Bucky who's always been there for me, no matter what.

“Breath, breath, I'm here, I promise you it's gonna be okay”, I feel his mouth and hot breath on my cheekbones.

So I do what he says, I take a few deep breath and try to calm down. I open my eyes and turn my head to his, our foreheads leaning into each other, eyes starring at each other.

“We're alone”, he tells me after a few minutes. “My mom took your father outside, said I was the only one who could calm you now.”

I don't say a word, leaning more into Bucky's touch, nuzzling my face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his sweet peppermint scent. After a few minutes, I lift my head again and my full of tears gaze find his stunning stormy blue one once again. And that's when I realize what I want right now, is to kiss him, it's not the moment, nor the place, but, that's what I want and I don't know how I can want that at that moment. And when I think I'm gonna make a move, it's actually Bucky who makes it, his lips press to mine in a chaste and innocent kiss.

“I'm sorry, I shouldn't have”, he hastily says. “We should see what your dad has plan for now.”

He gets up and helps me to get on my feet. We enter in the kitchen when my father is telling Winifred that he has some papers to sign and things to organize and that I'll have to stay here for a few days.

During the next few days, Bucky and I don't talk about that kiss and I try to focus on something else than my loss. Everyone started to treat me different at school, the only one who treats me as usual is Bucky.

The day of the funerals comes too quickly for me, my dad and I are sitting in the first row, with the Barnes family by our sides, my mom's family from Europe, on the bench at the other side of the aisle. My hands are shaking and so does my left leg, it only stops when a familiar hand grips mine. I don't even need to look up to know who it is, Bucky laces his fingers with mine and my hands stop trembling. We have a special bond, and no one can understand what's between us, unless they are  living it.

A few months pass, I finish the school year and on the last day, my dad announces me that we're leaving New York and Brooklyn for Seattle. He has a promotion and wants to take a fresh new start far from the place that saw his wife and son die. I knew for a few days now, but didn't told anything to Bucky, I didn't wanted him to be frustrated by the fact that I am going to leave him. Dad made me pack my things, only keeping what I needed for the end of school, sold the biggest part of my mom's and brother's stuff and the house, we were allowed to stay until today, when the new owners would come to have the keys. He already found us a place to live in Seattle and found me a new school. I cried when he told me that I'm going to make new friends very soon, telling him that I don't want new friends, that those I have here are enough, that Bucky and Steve are the best friends someone can have in the world.

We're in front of the Barnes' place now, to say our goodbyes before we take the road. I know that my dad told George and Winifred that we are leaving but he told them to not tell Bucky. I can hear them, they're in the backyard. I can here Rebecca's giggle, Mrs Barnes telling her children to wash their hands before lunch, Mr Barnes saying that food is almost ready, I can smell the barbecue's scent, the only one I don't hear is Bucky, my sweet loving Bucky. I realized something when my dad told me that we were moving at the other side of the country, I love him, but not like I love my father, not like I loved my brother and mother, I love him, with the capital L, the complete I'm in love with him thing. It hit me the night after the funerals, the way Bucky held my hand on that day, the fact that he stayed by my side all day long, the fact that he took me away from my home to make me think about anything but the death and sadness. I knew few days after that my dad agreed with that, he even gave Bucky a few bucks to distract me with ice cream and video games. That night when he left, I thought about him, about the sensation of his fingers intertwined with mine, the heat of his palm against mine, his sweet touch, the way he wiped that ice cream from the corner of my lips with his thumb. I'm in love with Bucky, my Bucky. My father puts his hand on my shoulder, pulling me out of my daydreaming.

“We have to hurry, we're taking the road after saying our goodbyes”, he says and I just nod to answer, following him towards the happy noises.

Bucky lifts his head at the moment we step into their field of view. He runs towards me and wraps his arms around me before putting his chin on the crown of my head. Nothing else count right now, just him and me. I hear in the distance my father speaking with the Barnes, telling them that we are here to say goodbye before taking the road. Bucky's chin leaves my head and he looks down to me.

“Saying goodbye ?”, he asks, shocked.

“Bucky, I swear I wanted to tell you but, I didn't wanted you to be sad or to hate me”, I answer.

“I would have rather you telling me you were leaving than learning it right now”, he shouts, letting me go and running to the house.

“Bucky”, I call feeling tears falling down my face.

Mr and Mrs Barnes ask us to stay eat something before we take the road and my father accepts. We eat in silence, the only noise is the one of our cutlery on our plates. I look at the empty stop besides me, Bucky is still in the house, probably in his bedroom and it makes my heart ache so much, I should have told him before, I should have told him that I'd rather stay here, but I don't have the choice, I must follow my father. Just when we finish to eat, Bucky appears again, his eyes are red and he's playing with the sleeves of his sweater.

“Y/N, can I talk to your for a minute please ?”

I nod and he grabs my hand to take me near to the oak where the tree house is. At the same moment, I hear Mrs Barnes saying that they should clean the garden table to bring desert and have some coffee. All the adults, followed by Rebecca, pulled inside the house by her father, disappear in the kitchen. Bucky links his hands with mine, both of our hands are palm to palm, he's ready say something, when he turns his head towards the house. He mutters something under his breath and when I turn my head, I spot the adults looking at us through the kitchen window, maintaining the curtains open. Bucky sighs and pulls me behind him to hide behind the big oak trunk. Once there, I lean against the huge tree and he takes my hands in his again.

“I'm sorry, I've been stupid, I shouldn't have to have that reaction, I know this is not your fault.”

“I wish I could have told you before, but I couldn't”, I answer sadly.

“This just drives me crazy to imagine you leaving me, going away, living at the other side of the country. You're my best friend and maybe that will sound selfish but I want to keep you with me. I don't want to share you with anyone else, because I love you. And that's not the love like the one I have for my parents or Rebecca or even Steve, it's something else, something that maybe we are too young to understand but I love you like in I'm in love with you, like that thing we should find disgusting because we're ten years-old and...”

I cut him by putting my lips on his.

“You talk too much Barnes. And for the record, I love you too.”

“For real ?”, he asks, his eyes sparkling.

“For real”, I answer.

“Can I kiss you then ? Not an innocent baby kiss but like trying a real one like people who love each other do ?”

I nod and everything is going slow, he leans his forehead on mine and our noses bump against each other. His lips are on mine in a blink of an eye and we kiss. It's wet and sort of disgusting but we're only ten years-old and that's our first real kiss. I wrap my arms around his neck, as I saw older girls doing in movies. Bucky pulls away after a few seconds. We catch our breath, foreheads still leaning against each other, I would love to stay like this for eternity, but in the distance, I hear my father calling for me and saying that we are leaving in five minutes.

“I've got something for you”, Bucky says, pulling a little bag from his pocket. “Promise me that you're going to keep it, even in Seattle.”

I open the bag and take out a necklace with a little red star on it.

“Bucky, this is beautiful, thank you”, I peck his cheek before lifting my hair for him to put the jewel around my neck. “I want you to promise me something”, I suddenly state, looking straight into his blue orbs.

“Anything you want.”

“Don't forget me, James. Promise me that you will not forget me, that you will still love me and that you and me are forever, no matter when we are going to find each other again, no matter if it's in ten or twenty year, promise me.”

“I promise you”, he responds holding me tight to him. “You and I are forever, no matter what.”

I hear my father calling me once more.

“I have to go.”

“I know.”

We kiss again, and hand in hand, reach the car in front of the house. I hug Mr and Mrs Barnes and Rebecca, before going back to Bucky. After another hug and peck on the lips, I take place on the passenger seat, my father turns the engine on and starts to drive. I see the Barnes waving goodbye so I wave back, and suddenly, Bucky starts to run behind the car. I open the window and lean through it.

“Don't forget me”, he shouts. “Promise me that you'll never forget me.”

“I promise”, I shout back and he stops running.

That's the last image I have from my best friend, first love and kiss before my father tuns the corner of the street.

2017

Bucky's POV

That's how I saw my best friend, first love and kiss going out of my life and as I promised her, I never forget for the past twenty years. No matter how many girls I dated, I'm still thinking about her, even if I don't know where she is. I kinda lost her trace a few months after she moved to Seattle. The only thing I knew was that her father died barely two years after and that she was sent to her mother's family in Europe, the only family she had left.

Thinking about her and just her, makes it hard for commitment, even with redhead beauty that wakes up next to me almost every morning for two years now. Natasha is amazing, but she's not the one, she could have been if I hadn't promised my eternal love to someone else twenty years ago. Natasha is beautiful, smart and funny. She's supposed to make me happy according to my family and friends, and according to them, we would have a beautiful bunch of babies. My parents told it to me, so does Steve and Becca, whom were dating and are now engaged and I can't believe that my best friend is going to marry my little sister. It would be the truth if I wasn't thinking of Y/N all the time knowing that someday she would probably come back to me.

So almost twenty years passed since I made that promise, I'm now a History teacher in a high-school, still working and living in Brooklyn, Steve still by my side, teaching PE in the same school as me. That punk became PE teacher, if you would have told me that twenty years ago, I wouldn't have believe it, with his skinny self, that tiny bag of bone guy, suffering of asthma, whom got beaten up so many times by older guys than us would have become a muscle mountain leaving his little sick clumsy self behind, and seduce my sister.

I met Natasha during a school trip, I was taking my class to the Smithsonian museum in DC, she was one of the person in charge of the exhibition. One of my students almost broke a piece of an ancient weapon from World War II and as I punished him and forced him to apologize to the young ginger woman in front of him, we kinda clicked. She told me she was in Washington only for her work, that she was in fact from New York and was here since four years, and even if she liked her job here, she would rather go back to the Big Apple to be closer of her family. We started by exchanging texts, phone calls, Skype conversation, and then had our first date when she came to New York for some vacations, I took her to a fancy restaurant and we had our first night together. Five months later, she was back in NY for good, she had a new post at the American Museum of History and an apartment in Manhattan. From the beginning, I didn't hide from her the fact that I made a promise to my former best friend, that I would wait for her and go back to her if she comes back. With time and without seeing any trace of the said best friend and our relationship continuing, I think that she finished to think that Y/N would never come back and that she would have me only to herself.

School year ended barely a month ago and the New York summer is already hotter than I expected. I'm strolling on the streets, enjoying the warm and the sun, thinking about what the school headmaster told the teaching staff that we were going to welcome a new literature teacher from Europe to replace Mrs Jenkins who was, finally, retiring. The only things we knew that day were that it was a woman, she was coming from Europe and had released a book, not a very famous one, but a good one according to the headmaster. I just wonder how she is, if she's nice and what she looks like.

I digress but that's what holidays are for, aren't they ? I pass by that little coffee shop that is here since as long as I can remember, the Chocolate Memories. I spent so long here with Steve and Rebecca when we were teens, close to home, cheap but delicious, the best place in Brooklyn for students and for a good time. I follow the first glass wall, inhaling the amazing smell of hot drinks and pastries coming from the inside of the café. Before I reach the door, I take a look inside through the window. There are only a few costumers inside, a group of teens, a couple with a little boy and a baby girl drinking her bottle and next to the other bay window a red hair young woman, tipping on a computer, her back to the glass I'm looking through. I enter the shop and notice more about that girl who's sitting on her side. She has a book to her right and a glass of fresh drink to her left, along with a plate with a cinnamon roll. She puts a lock of her hair behind her ear, she has black polish on her nails, and does it so softly that it's like she's afraid of ripping her hair of her head. She then puts her chin in the same hand, elbow on the table, tilting her head, before straighten back and grabs the glass with her left hand, taking a sip of her drink, eyes never leaving her screen. Whatever she's tipping, it must be really important. I don't know how long I'm staying here but at some point, someone is clearing their throat in front of me.

“Sir”, the girl behind the counter says, “do you need something ?”

“Sorry, I was lost in my thoughts, I'm just gonna sit and order something thanks.”

She just nods as an answer and I move towards and empty booth, facing the table where the girl is sitting. I know that I have a girlfriend, and the love of my life is probably waiting for me somewhere, but I can't help but being attracted by that mystery young woman focused on that screen of her, tipping almost as if her life was depending of it. She looks so passionate of what she's doing that she doesn't seem to notice me. The young girl behind the counter comes to take my order and assure me that she's going to be back in a few seconds with my cold coffee and a piece of plum pie.

At some point, she closes her laptop and leans on the seat back, sighing softly and removing her glasses, reveling a pair of Y/E/C eyes that I know too well.

Part 2

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Panda Paradise: The Ultimate Kid's Mustard Sofa

The correct furniture may make a big difference in establishing a warm and stimulating atmosphere for kids. The Panda Paradise Kid's Mustard Sofa is one popular item that's blowing up the market. This charming piece guarantees comfort and durability in addition to adding a splash of brilliant color to any space. 

Comfort and Style Combined

Comfort and style are key considerations in the design of the Panda Paradise Kid's Mustard Sofa. Mustard is a bright, in-style color that looks well in any space. Because the sofa is made of high-quality, kid-friendly materials, it can resist normal wear and tear and abuse. The plush cushions offer the ideal place for kids to unwind, indulge in a book, or watch their preferred animated series.  

Perfect for Homes and Schools

The Panda Paradise sofa is a flexible option for outfitting or creating a pleasant nook in your house. With this sofa, parents may update their kids' bedroom while adding something luxurious and cozy that the kids will adore. It's also a great option for daycare centers and schools where kids need a cozy spot to sit during story time or other activities.

Ideal for Play Schools and Pre-Schools

Play schools furniture  in Delhi are increasingly incorporating stylish and functional furniture to create a welcoming and engaging environment for young learners. The Panda Paradise sofa fits seamlessly into these settings, offering a cozy spot for children to sit and socialize. Its durable construction ensures it can handle the busy, active environment of a pre-school furniture in Delhi.

Nursery Furniture 

When it comes to nursery furniture in Delhi, parents and educators alike are looking for pieces that blend toughness, durability, and visual appeal. These are all features that the Panda Paradise sofa has. Its high-quality cloth and robust frame make it a long-lasting piece, and young children will find great enjoyment in its whimsical design. This sofa is a fun and useful addition to any nursery setting, not just a piece of furniture.

Luxury Furniture

For those seeking luxury furniture in Delhi, The Panda Paradise Kid's Mustard Sofa exudes refinement and style in equal measure. It is useful for daily usage and has a luxurious vibe that goes well with upscale decor. It stands out in any space thanks to the warm and elegant touch that the mustard hue provides.

Kids Chair 

Finding the perfect kids chair in Delhi can be difficult, but the Panda Paradise couch provides a flexible substitute. It is perfect for both small and large families because it has enough seating for several kids. Kids can sit comfortably because of the ergonomic design, which encourages proper posture and relaxation.

Creating a Fun and Safe Environment

When it comes to furniture for kids, safety is always the first consideration. To reduce the chance of harm, the Panda Paradise sofa is made of soft materials and rounded edges. Additionally, it's simple to clean, which is an essential quality for any kids' furniture. The sofa may be easily cleaned to maintain its brand-new appearance in the event of spills or stains.

Conclusion

A cheerful, cozy, and secure atmosphere for kids is what the Panda Paradise Kid's Mustard Sofa is all about—it's more than simply a piece of furniture. This sofa is an excellent option for anyone furnishing their home, starting a pre-school in Delhi, or running a business selling nursery furniture in Delhi. Its unique combination of comfort, durability, and style makes it a focal point in any environment.

For those searching for the right kids chair in Delhi or wishing to incorporate some opulent furniture into their living area, the Panda Paradise Kid's Mustard Sofa is a great option. With this essential item, you can turn your child's room into a haven that will make them happy and comfortable in their everyday existence.

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Playful and Practical: Kindergarten Furniture for Young Learners

It is essential for young children's growth to have a stimulating and comfortable learning environment. Kindergarten furniture is essential in creating this atmosphere since it provides young learners with a sense of pleasure while also being practical. Whether you are opening a brand-new kindergarten or renovating an old one, knowing how important the appropriate furnishings is may have a big impact. 

The Importance of Play School Furniture in Delhi

Delhi, a bustling metropolis, offers an extensive variety of furniture options designed specifically for kindergartens. Play School Furniture in Delhi is crafted to cater to the unique needs of young children, focusing on safety, comfort, and engagement. The vibrant and playful designs not only attract children but also create an inviting atmosphere conducive to learning and creativity.

PreSchool Furniture: Combining Style and Functionality

Preschool years are formative, and the furniture used during this period should be both practical and appealing. Pre School Furniture in Delhi is designed to meet these criteria, offering children's physical and mental development-promoting efficient methods. Popular options include multipurpose furniture pieces, colorful storage containers, and adjustable tables and seats. In addition to being useful, these items aid in effective classroom organization, which makes it simpler for teachers to oversee assignments and resources.

Kids Chair : Comfort and Durability

A key component of any kindergarten classroom is the kids chair. Kids Chairs in Delhi are accessible in a range of patterns, hues, and dimensions to satisfy kids' varied demands. These chairs are long-lasting and safe because they are made of sturdy materials that can resist frequent use. Because they spend so much time sitting down for various activities, young children need to learn proper posture, which is something that ergonomically built chairs help with.

Kids Furniture : Creating a Stimulating Environment

The right kids' furniture goes beyond just tables and chairs. It includes storage solutions, play equipment, and learning aids that collectively create a stimulating environment. Kids Furniture in Delhi  provides an extensive array of solutions that not only improve the classroom's aesthetic appeal but are also practical. Children are encouraged to explore, learn, and play in a fun and safe environment with the help of vibrantly colored shelves, interactive play spaces, and cozy seating places.

Nursery Furniture : Tailored for the Youngest Learners

Nursery furniture needs to be particularly thoughtful in design, considering the age and developmental stage of the youngest learners. Nursery Furniture in Delhi includes cribs, changing stations, and soft play areas, all designed with the highest safety standards. The furniture is often made from non-toxic materials, ensuring the well-being of the children. Additionally, the designs are often modular, allowing for flexibility in classroom arrangement to suit various activities and needs.

Conclusion: Investing in Quality Kindergarten Furniture

Purchasing high-quality kindergarten furniture is crucial to setting up a comfortable space for learning. In Delhi, teachers and parents may find the ideal solutions for their classrooms thanks to the availability of specialty Play School Furniture, PreSchool Furniture, Kids Chairs, Kids Furniture, and Nursery Furniture. You may design a room that is exciting and engaging for young learners in addition to being safe and useful with the correct furniture choices.

The ideal balance between functional elements and whimsical designs encourages children to appreciate studying, laying the groundwork for their future academic success. Whether you're wanting to equip a brand-new kindergarten or renovate an old one, going through the many alternatives in Delhi can help you create the perfect learning environment for kids

Purchasing high-quality kindergarten furniture is crucial to setting up a comfortable space for learning. In Delhi, teachers and parents may find the ideal solutions for their classrooms thanks to the availability of specialty Play School Furniture, PreSchool Furniture, Kids Chairs, Kids Furniture, and Nursery Furniture. You may design a room that is exciting and engaging for young learners in addition to being safe and useful with the correct furniture choices.

The ideal balance between functional elements and whimsical designs encourages children to appreciate studying, laying the groundwork for their future academic success. Whether you're wanting to equip a brand-new kindergarten or renovate an old one, going through the many alternatives in Delhi can help you create the perfect learning environment for kids

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 Selecting Appropriate Kindergarten Furniture

The correct furniture selection is essential when setting up a kindergarten or preschool in order to provide a suitable learning atmosphere. The selection of kindergarten furniture where are valued and educational requirements are high, goes beyond simple utility. It takes into account factors like durability, safety, and an engaging design that improves young children's entire learning experience.

Kindergarten Furniture 

Kindergarten furniture in Delhi must meet specific standards to ensure the safety and comfort of young children. This includes specifically built tables and chairs that support good posture and may be used for a variety of tasks, including writing, reading, and imaginative play. frequently choose lightweight, colorful furniture composed of easily maintained materials since cleanliness is crucial in a bustling learning environment.

Playschool Furniture

Playschool furniture in Delhi emphasizes durability and flexibility. It needs to withstand the wear and tear of active children while also being versatile enough to support various activities throughout the day. Furniture pieces components like height-adjustable activity tables and modular seating arrangements are common choices because they enable teachers to easily adapt spaces for various learning experiences.

Nursery Furniture 

Nursery furniture in Delhi focuses on safety and functionality, catering to the needs of very young children. Items such as cribs, storage units for diapers and toys, and low-height tables and chairs are commonly used. These pieces are often designed with rounded edges and non-toxic finishes, ensuring a safe environment for toddlers to explore and learn.

Online Furniture 

While not directly related to kindergarten furniture, the availability of online furniture for balconies in Delhi showcases the city’s penchant for quality and aesthetics. This trend reflects a broader commitment to well-designed spaces, which influences educational settings as well. Schools often consider outdoor furniture options that are durable against Delhi’s weather conditions, promoting outdoor activities and learning.

Luxury Furniture 

In some premium educational institutions, luxury furniture in Delhi is chosen to create a sophisticated and welcoming atmosphere. While functionality remains important, luxury furniture adds a touch of elegance and comfort that enhances the overall ambiance of the learning environment. 

Conclusion

Making the right furniture choices for kindergarten is crucial to creating a positive learning atmosphere. Making durability, safety, and ergonomics a priority guarantees the comfort and security of kids. Age-appropriate, adaptable, and multipurpose furniture is necessary to support a range of activities and developmental stages. Selecting eye-catching, captivating designs can also encourage study and creativity. A classroom that is sustainable and healthful is encouraged by the use of eco-friendly and easily cleaned materials. In the end, carefully selected furniture promotes young kids' cognitive and physical growth, laying a strong basis for their academic success.

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Growing Up in Style: Transformative Kids' Furniture

As parents, we constantly want the best for our kids, making sure they're comfortable and growing in all the ways that we can. The furniture in a child's room is an important part of their environment. The need for creative and high-quality children's furniture is growing in busy cities like Delhi. The correct furniture can turn any area into a paradise for learning and creativity, from cheery kindergarten classrooms to snug nursery arrangements.

Nursery Furniture in Delhi

One of the most exciting things for new parents to do is set up a nursery. For your infant, the nursery serves as a haven where they will spend a great deal of time in their early years. It is more than just a place. selecting the appropriate nursery furnishings as a result. Every element, from rocking chairs to storage cabinets to changing tables and cribs, needs to be both aesthetically beautiful and safe. The nursery furniture available in Delhi's online market blends style and safety to ensure both your baby's comfort and your peace of mind.

Kids Furniture in Delhi

Children's needs and preferences change as they get older. This is where creative and adaptive kids' furniture can be useful. Kids' furniture to meet every need, whether you're searching for a study desk that promotes concentration, a roomy wardrobe, or a robust bed. The city is full of brands and shops that provide modular furniture that grows with your child, so it's an affordable investment. Additionally, the furniture frequently has bright colors and whimsical designs that can spark your child's creativity and make their room an enjoyable place to be.

Furniture for Children in Delhi

Delhi's wide selection of kid-friendly furniture guarantees that any parent can find something to fit their child's particular style and requirements. There is a wide range of options, from ergonomic study tables made for extended studying sessions to themed mattresses adorned with beloved cartoon characters. Safety is always the first concern, and many companies follow strict safety guidelines to make sure their products are suitable for children. Furthermore, a lot of the items are made to promote organization, offering lots of storage options that instill in kids the habit of keeping their rooms neat from an early age.

Kindergarten Furniture in Delhi

kindergartens must provide an interesting and instructive atmosphere in order to develop young minds. The purpose of kindergarten furniture is to enhance early childhood education by giving kids a secure, cozy, and engaging space to play and study. Among the alternatives are interactive play stations, cozy seating areas, and colorful tables and chairs. These pieces are made to last and be simple to clean, so they may endure everyday usage without losing their cherry and welcoming aspect.

Kids Chair in Delhi

The chair is among the most crucial items of furniture for kids. A well-made children's chair can greatly influence a child's comfort and focus while also encouraging good posture. Choosing the ideal kids chair is crucial, whether it is for studying, eating, or just relaxing. There are several options available on the market, ranging from themed chairs that bring some fun into any area to adjustable chairs that grow with your child. Chairs with ergonomic designs lessen discomfort and encourage good sitting habits, all of which are vital for the growth of your child.

Conclusion

Purchasing the appropriate children's furniture may turn an unassuming room into a lively, useful area that fosters your child's development. Every parent in Delhi may choose nursery furniture, kids' furniture, kids' chairs, kindergarten furniture, and furniture for children that suits their needs and tastes thanks to the abundance of options accessible. You may create a loving space where your child can flourish and grow up in style by selecting furniture that blends safety, utility, and style.

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7 Ways To Create a Kids’ Lounge That Makes Learning Fun

Developing an interesting kids' lounge is an excellent method to develop your child's creativity and curiosity. Whether your house is large or little, these ideas will assist you in creating a lively, instructive, and entertaining environment for your children. The following seven ideas can help you design a kids' lounge where learning is enjoyable:

1. Comfortable and Fun Seating

Start with the essentials: comfortable chairs. Children require a comfortable spot to read, draw, or play. Invest in kid-friendly, ergonomic furniture, such as Kids Chair in Delhi, which blends comfort with eye-catching, colorful designs. A bunny chair can also provide a whimsical touch, which will make the lounge feel fun and welcoming.

2. Interactive Learning Tools

Include interactive educational resources in the lounge. Boards for writing and sketching, or magnetic boards for learning letters and numbers, could be examples of this. Additionally, digital tablets with educational software preloaded can be a terrific addition, offering countless opportunities for learning. To promote self-directed learning, make sure these resources are arranged and readily available.

3. Themed Decor

Use educational themes when decorating the lounge. This might be anything from an underwater adventure to a space theme. Wall decals, posters, and themed rugs can be used to create an educational paradise in the room. In addition to improving the environment's visual attraction, this encourages the child's imagination and curiosity about a variety of topics.

4. Creative Storage Solutions

Children's lounges may collect junk quite fast. Make use of inventive storage options to maintain the area neat and orderly. Seek for kid-friendly storage solutions such as baskets, shelves, and boxes. The term online kids furniture for balcony  frequently refers to space-saving, multipurpose storage units that are small and portable.

5. Dedicated Reading Nook

A children's lounge needs to have a reading area. Arrange a soft chair, soft pillows, and a small bookshelf with age-appropriate books to create a pleasant nook. This area is specifically designed to promote a love of reading among children. If you're creating a lounge in an outdoor area, you may even use a Kindergarten furniture for balcony arrangement, which will create a calm and refreshing reading atmosphere.

6. Art and Craft Station

Organize an art and craft station to foster creativity. Arrange a table full of art items, such as glue, paper, markers, and crayons. Children should be encouraged to create and learn via art in this space, which should be simple to maintain and arrange. For messy crafts, an outside setting with preschool furniture for the balcony can be ideal since it allows for quick cleanup and lots of natural light.

7. Incorporate Nature

Bring in some natural components for your kids' lounge. A space can be made peaceful and motivating by adding plants, natural light, and views of the outside world.you may turn your balcony into an extra sitting area if you have one. To teach kids about responsibility and the natural world, utilize kid-friendly outdoor furniture and some potted plants.

Conclusion

A kids' lounge that makes studying enjoyable requires a thoughtful combination of comfort, functionality, and innovation. Children are encouraged to participate actively in their education through the use of flexible seating, interactive learning stations, and enough of storage for instructional resources. Adding vivid colors and decorations with a theme will help kids become more imaginative and enthusiastic about studying. Incorporating technology and creating dedicated spaces for silence can also accommodate different learning requirements and styles. In addition to encouraging a love of study, a well-designed kids' loung

e offers a loving space where youngsters can flourish academically and socially.

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How to Choose Safe and Durable Furniture for Kids

Choosing furniture for kids involves more than just aesthetics and comfort; safety and durability are paramount. Whether you're furnishing a child's bedroom, playroom, or a balcony space, ensuring that the furniture is safe and can withstand the wear and tear of daily use is essential. 

Safety First: Key Considerations

Materials Matter

Selecting furniture for kids should always be done with premium materials. Particle board and plastic are often less durable than solid wood and metal. To ensure your youngster doesn't come into contact with dangerous substances, look for furniture with non-toxic finishes. For instance, when browsing for online kids' furniture for the balcony, ensure the materials are weather-resistant and free from toxic substances.

Sturdy Construction

Rough use should not be a problem for sturdy furniture. Verify the security of all joints and connections. In addition to being dangerous, furniture that wobbles or seems flimsy is also unlikely to last.This is particularly important for items like kids' chairs in Delhi, where the furniture must handle active use.

Rounded Edges and Corners

Children are more likely to fall and bump into things, so sharp edges and corners can be dangerous. Seek for rounded-edge furniture or think about protecting the edges of items that already exist. This is crucial for preschool furniture for the balcony, where active play often occurs.

Stable and Secure

Ensure that heavier pieces of furniture are stable and, if necessary, can be anchored to the wall to prevent tipping. This is especially important for taller items like bookshelves or cabinets.

Durability: Built to Last

Weather-Resistant Options for Outdoor Use

Select weather-resistant furnishings when choosing items for a balcony. For instance, treated wood, metal, or premium plastic are good materials for kids' balcony furniture that won't break down easily in the sun, rain, or wind.

Easy to Clean

Kids' furniture should be easy to clean, as leaks and mess are inevitable. Seek for finishes and materials that are easily cleaned without causing surface damage. This is especially crucial for luxury furniture in Delhi, where it's also necessary to preserve the furniture's visual appeal.

Versatility and Adjustability

In the long term, furniture that grows with your child may be more resilient. Seek for features that can be adjusted, such extendable tables or seats with height adjustments. The balcony furniture for kindergartens should be adaptable enough to suit a range of activities and age groups.

Specific Types of Furniture

Kids' Chairs

When searching for kids' chairs in Delhi, prioritize models that offer ergonomic support and are made from sturdy materials. Ensure the chairs are proportionate to the child's size to provide comfort and prevent strain.

Kindergarten and Preschool Furniture

For kindergarten furniture for the balcony,consider pieces that encourage both play and learning. Tables and chairs should be lightweight enough for children to move but sturdy enough to stay in place during activities. Safety is key, so look for features like rounded edges and stable bases.

Luxury Furniture

When opting for luxury furniture in Delhi, balance elegance with practicality. High-end pieces should still meet the safety and durability criteria, ensuring they are not only beautiful but also functional and safe for children.

Kids' Furniture in Delhi

The market for kids' furniture in Delhi offers a wide range of options, from budget-friendly to luxury. Regardless of the price point, ensure that every piece meets safety standards and is built to last. Look for reputable brands and retailers that provide detailed information about the materials and construction of their products.

Shopping Tips

Read Reviews and Ratings

Read other parents' reviews and ratings before making a purchase. This may shed light on how long-lasting and secure the furniture will be in actual use.

Check for Recalls

Verify whether there have been any safety recalls affecting the furniture you have chosen. Making sure you're purchasing safe products requires taking this crucial step.

Visit Physical Stores

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Consider Customization

Certain manufacturers provide customisation choices that let you select particular features or finishes that work best for you. This can be very helpful when trying to fit furniture into odd balcony areas.

Conclusion

While getting kids' furniture, look for high-quality materials, solid construction, rounded edges, and stable designs to ensure safety and durability. For outdoor use, give preference to weather-resistant, easily cleaned items and take into account adaptable, adjustable alternatives. You may give your child a secure, long-lasting environment by concentrating on these elements.