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[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Okay so it's Christmas and 80s!Jason and fem!reader are roommates and both of them are too broke to go back home for the holidays so they just spend them together and the Christmas spirit brings them closer (fluff,smut)

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Warnings: smut, fingering (f receiving), if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

He looks so cute in this picture I can’t 🥹

You’d been working overtime to save up to go home to your parents for Christmas but it wasn’t enough and you were stuck at home in your stupid apartment for Christmas.

You were exhausted after another long day, shoulders slumping and barely able to keep your eyes open as you fumbled with the key in the lock.

You opened the door to find your roommate, Jason, using the couch as a stepping stool to hang lights from the ceiling. He moved it across the room to do so and stumbled when he heard the door open so you got to watch him flail about trying to regain his balance on the once plush cushions.

You walked in and dropped your bag, looking around curiously at all his work. Boxes covered the floor, old beaten up boxes carrying decorations that had seen better days. In the corner was a scrawny little tree, it was full but it was literally half your size.

“What..?” You didn’t even need to finish your sentence. Jason came down from the couch and walked over to you.

“I know you were trying to get home to your family this Christmas and you couldn’t, right?” You nodded at his recap, still looking over his work. “Well, I couldn’t make it either, so I brought Christmas to you!” He said happily, smiling brightly.

You nodded in understanding, picked up your bag, and brought it with you to your room. Jason watched you go, smile fading. He couldn’t blame you for still being upset, this wasn’t exactly Christmas with your family, he got the cheapest tree he could find and stole decorations from storage in the basement, ones he figured no one would care if they suddenly went missing.

Jason went and finished up hanging lights around the ceiling and went to get you to decorate the tree. He knocked on your door before pushing it open and peeking in.

You were sitting on your bed, looking through some old pictures of you with your family, but you looked up when Jason came in.

“You wanna decorate the tree?” He asked hesitantly, turning and stretching his neck to try and get a look at your pictures.

“You got ornaments?” You asked, raising a brow.

“Kind of, guy down the hall was throwing out some broken ones.”

“So, you got us lights don’t light up and ornaments that could cut us.”

Jason chewed his cheek. He went to sit on the edge of your bed next to you, leaning on his arm behind you. He looked over your shoulder at the pictures of your family in your hands.

“We could put those on the tree.” He suggested, taking one from you. A picture of you with your mom and the dog you got for your fourth Christmas.

You thought about the idea before sending him to get his own family photos.

The apartment was warm, the lights that worked sparkled about the room, the ornaments glinted on the tree, framing your carefully placed pictures on the branches.

Jason came to sit beside you from the kitchen, two cups of hot chocolate in his hands. He set them down on the beat up coffee table you found in an alley a few weeks ago. “Feeling the Christmas spirit?”

You stared at the mugs for a moment before shaking your head. “No, I want to be with my family.”

Jason’s eyes flicked between you and the mugs. “I can be your family.” He offered, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you to his side. You rolled your eyes at him. “I’m serious, I’m warm and cuddly, I cook for you, once the band thing works out I’ll be just raking it in.” That got a chuckle out of you.

“Once it works out.” You repeated, looking to the tree in the corner. Close to the top were two pictures, one of you with your family the other of Jason when he was younger, wide smile on his face while he held up a bass, behind him was a Lenny Kilmister poster.

“It’s gonna work out, I’m telling you.” You smiled and looked back up at him, his eyes, his lips… without thinking you closed the gap, pressing your lips to his.

Jason was quick to return the gesture, rubbing your arm. His free hand went to your knee, giving it a gentle squeeze before moving up. “Maybe you just need to relax.” He mumbled against you, moving down your neck.

He undid your belt and fly of your jeans, letting you melt into the cushions of the couch while he rubbed you through your panties.

You wriggled out of your jeans, getting your panties down with them, soft and pink with lace fringe and a little bow. Jason rubbed your clit and slow circles, listening to your heavy breathing in his ear as he nipped at your neck.

A soft gasp left you when he pushed a finger in, curling it just right. He went slow, taking in every noise, every twitch, seeing what you liked and finding a good speed before adding another.

You could already feel yourself getting close, back arching and thighs trembling, body heating up. “Jason,” you started, tugging on his hair to get his attention, as if you weren’t all he was focused on, “tell me- tell me what you want to do.” You mumbled between moans.

“What I want to do?” He repeated, pulling away from your neck to look you in the eye. He kissed your lips. “I just want to make you happy, I want to make you cum and scream and I want you to forget about your family and just be happy with me.” You bit your lip, a whine leaving you. “Can you cum for me, sweetheart?” He asked, kissing you again.

It was perfect timing, your eyes rolled back, your hand fell from his hair. His arms tightened around you and he littered kisses all over your face while you came down from your high.

Jason pulled you onto his lap, getting your jeans on your ankles. “So, I was thinking movies? Get some Christmas pj’s?” You stared at him trying not to laugh at the immediate change.

“Seriously?”

“What? I got hot chocolate, the TV functions, I think.”

[bonesxbows]

Drowning A Star (Flare Varleon X Reader)

My Masterlist

The techrot has receded in a section of the Mall, exposing an old bar area that the newer members of the Hex had "taken over" for themselves. A space which you gladly take advantage of. Drinks and all. Maybe it gets a bit out of hand, but who can blame you with the amount of pressure you're under? You learn to stay far, far away from the rest of the Hex when you're deep in a bottle, for nothing if their comments and side looks that definitely don't help. Except Flare. Who seems to find a different way to help you deal with your situation without outright telling you "no".

(WARNINGS)

Descriptions of depressing thoughts

Descriptions of stress

Drinking/overdrinking/binge drinking

Descriptions of a drinking problem

Heavy descriptions of guilt

Wanted to try something a little different to work through a personal problem I've been having recently. I have unfortunately also fallen for the unavailable David Bowie frame😭 Can't we all be friends Lizzie? come on!!

Anyyywayyy ty for reading, comments and likes are highly appreciated. Let me know if more Flare content would be welcomed :)

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“Pour me ‘nother, Vel.” 

Your words were coming out half-slurred. Alcohol working through your system in tsunami-like waves. Your head nearly lolled to the side as you leaned down onto the bar, arms sprawled out in front of you. Your insides sloshed around, your mind turned into a blissful turret of fuzzy nothingness. Your eyes threatened to close whenever you blinked. 

“You sure that’s a good idea, little buddy?” Velimir asked about as gently as he could. Distracting his hands with wiping down the bar in an attempt to procrastinate on your request. 

You slammed your empty glass down against the wood. “I didn’ ask for your opinion, Vel. Jus’ another drink.” 

He sighed. “Sorry, buddy, but I think you’ve had enough for one night. Can’t give you any more.” 

Irritation flared deep within your nerves, but somehow you still kept your cool. Enough to not start a fight, at least. Velimir is your friend, you reminded yourself, despite your inebriated state. “Fine. I’ll take myself elsewhere, then.”

He knew when it was best to let you go, let you settle down before saying more to make the situation worse. You huffed and hopped down from your stool with more dramatic effort than necessary, stomping out of the bar with your feet practically dragging underneath you. Though you tried to hide it with every step. 

Keys to the storage room had become a nuisance as well as a blessing in disguise. You hated the task of sorting out the team’s inventory and stockpiles, but now it gave you the opportunity of somewhere to grab a bottle of liquor besides the round bar with Velimir’s parental eyes on you. 

Glass and cans clinked together as you carefully roused through the boxes and crates, trying to find something both appealing and not half empty. It took not but a moment before your fingers clasped around the neck of a suitable bottle. One where the cap came cleanly off of when you smacked it against the storage shelves at just the right angle. 

The liquid burned the back of your throat as you stepped out of the storeroom. Though you had long since become numb to the taste after about the fourth round. You took another sip, the glass hitting against your teeth as you tripped over your own feet mere steps from the backroom. “Fuck.” You groaned out, feeling the ache spread through your jaw. You took another sip anyway to dull the growing pain. 

“Plan to drown your sorrows that way, sugar?” 

You heard them before you saw them. They stepped out from the shadows not three seconds later, heels clicking off the Mall’s linoleum and glitter dancing on their skin underneath the haunting lights. 

Your eyes flickered back and forth from the bottle in your hands to the frame standing in front of you. You couldn’t help but huff. “Felt like the right option. The only option. Why? Come to try and cut me off, too?” 

“Not unless you wanted me to.” Their voice was calm, smooth, jokingly sarcastic, with a small smirk growing across their face. It made you want to relax. Urged you into a state of mind that called for peace by their side. Did they always have that presence? Or was it the alcohol talking? 

You dropped your gaze down to the unlabeled drink in your hands. Your fire for arguing died within you along with the blazing words on your tongue. You heard their heels clicking, and soon their pointed protoframe’s feet came into your view. You felt their metallic hand against your face rather than seeing it. Their half-techrot-infused palm warm and smooth against your skin. “Come back to your cradle with me, darling?” They asked you as they gently tilted your face up to meet theirs, your gazes instinctively meeting. “You don’t have to be alone right now.” They added softly. 

You sighed, drooping your head and resting it against their chest with a small thud, too dizzy from the alcohol running through your system to care about all of the sharp angles and points poking off of their frame. “...Okay.” You reluctantly replied. Your grip tightened around the bottle in your hand as they walked you back to the abandoned clothing store, though Flare made no move to ever remove it from your grasp. 

The stairs were the trickiest part, the buzz of the liquor settling into your vision and messing with your balance. But they made sure you never missed a step, holding you upright with metal-tipped hands placed on your hips, guiding you in a semi-straight line. The glow echoing off of the void-touched door almost made you want to throw up. You groaned and screwed your eyes shut, forcing out the moving lights that wanted to burrow into your skull. Your fingers loosened around the glass still in your hands, nearly dropping it as your muddled mind struggled to focus on more than one task at a time, but Flare was quick to swoop in and catch it before it shattered onto the floor. 

You peeked open your eyes once you realized what had happened, your response time noticeably late to the situation. You let out a meek apology, one that they quickly shook off. “It’s alright, angel. Don’t worry about it.”

You gnawed your lip between your teeth as their reply reverberated around in your skull. Their hand found its home in yours as they led you into the backroom. Slowly, watching your every step to make sure you didn’t trip over your own two feet. The bottle was discarded onto a nearby table. You made no move to retrieve it. Somehow, the juice inside was long forgotten to your tongue by now. The thought of it no longer seemed appealing. 

Not when they were here with you. 

You let them shepherd you up the stairs, each step more difficult than the last, but they kept you steady with a burning warm hand placed on the small of your back. You could feel the bright flames pulsing right beneath their metallic fingertips even through your clothing. It would have been an uncomfortable heat if the constant reminder of their presence wasn’t a welcome reminder, currently. 

As soon as the nearest couch came into view your body practically began to act of its own accord, separating you from Flare’s touch as you nearly collapsed head first into the cushions. You heard them chuckle softly behind you as your body collided with the soft surface with a mild thump. 

“Everything hurts, Star.” Your voice was weak. Barely registerable past the muffled noise created by the layer of pillows enveloping your head. But they still heard you. Every melancholy, liquor-laced word made it to their ears. The sweet song of your voice now replaced by a worn-out record. Scratchy. Tired. Skipping pieces of itself as it ran around in dizzying circles. 

“I know the pain, darling.” They told you. You could hear their heels clicking off of the wooden floor. But the aching memories hidden behind their tone was lost on you in your inebriated state. You felt the couch sinking next to you as their calming presence overwhelmed you again, their warm fingers finding their home on your back once more. “Though you know, I never took you for a heavy drinker.”

Whether it was a joke or not, you couldn’t tell. You turned your head to face them. Their red and green hair seemed to glow like firelight underneath the spotlights that lined the ceiling of the backroom; framing their face like a ring of fire halo. “Yeah, well…I didn’t know I was either til recently.” Your tongue slurred your words without you even trying. 

“You wanna talk about it?” They asked. Though it was more of an opened-ended question than a full-out demand. Their hand found your hair, fingertips entangling in the strands gently as your mind tripped over their words. They didn’t rush you in your response. Not once. 

“I…” You sighed, flipped your head to look anywhere but at them. “I wouldn’t even know where to start.” 

“Let your emotions take you to the beginning.” They said simply. You felt tears prick at your eyes from their words alone. The tips of their fingers slowly working a mesmerizing spell into the back of your scalp. So you tried to oblige. As best as your murky mind could, anyway. 

“It’s all so much, Flare.” You dug your blunted nails into the couch underneath your hands. They frowned at the mention of their name. They rarely heard it fall from your lips, the former usually replaced with some form of a nickname, unless it was a serious occurrence. “I just…I can’t handle this all. I can’t. I don’t care what Arthur says. I’m not strong enough. I never was. I don’t know why they trusted me so much. I’m nothing compared to them. I…I’m…” You gulped in air as you struggled to hold back a sob, choking on your own cries. Tears overflowed from your eyes. You attempted to blink them back. Futility. “I don’t belong here. One fuck up and the whole team comes crashing down. Do you know what the pressure of that feels like? ‘Weight of the world’ my ass, understatement of the year.” You brought your fist up to slam it against the couch cushion, but stopped just short before your curled-up fingers could make contact. Unfurling them instead to halfheartedly slap your open-faced palm down onto the soft surface. “I’m an outsider. A drifter.” You scoffed. “The team holds me up on some sort of pedestal, like I have all of my shit together. Little do they know.” 

Flare was silent for far too long, their fingers working through your hair absentmindedly as they absorbed all of your words, piecing together a response. You turned to bury your head against their thigh, metal scraping against your skin as the silence was too much for your now raw heart to bear. Your emotions were floating through the air, swirling in front of your eyes like dark clouds, threatening to reach out and down your throat, twisting what was left of your heart strings and choking you out at any moment. Unless someone reached out and cut the head off of the serpent. 

“You don’t need to belong, angel.” They spoke. You could feel their metal exterior flaring up with heat, radiating off of their body as their emotions intensified. But they kept their cool for your sake. “Who told you to carry all of this on your own, anyway?” They rubbed small comforting circles against your back as they continued. You peeked your head up just enough to look at them with a curious gaze. Their eyes immediately met yours. Bright pools of shining molten yellow, golden sunshines staring into every crack worn into your soul. “Drop a part of it on my shoulders. Let me help you carry this, angel.” You lost their gaze again, focusing on some distant piece of something across the room. Your face felt cold without their ever-present heat. “Don’t let it drive you to drink. I can’t…” They sighed, somehow at a loss for words. But nevertheless, they continued. “I won’t lose you like that.” 

A deep frown was carved into your face. Eyes brimming with tears that threatened to spill again. Their words had torn a crack in the flimsy walls that you had erected. One small fracture that allowed the darkness to creep in and slowly ooze into your thoughts. You let it. 

Their last sentence had struck something inside of you. Pulled at your heartstrings as if their chitin-tipped fingers were plucking at Lizzie. I won’t lose you like that. How much more turmoil were you putting them through, after what happened with their band? Were they worried about losing you, too? Had you made them worry? What had you done?

You let out a choked sob. You didn’t realize it had slipped past your lips until it was too late. Tears were streaming down your face in rivers, leaving salty trails in their wake. As soon as they heard the sound they pulled you up onto their lap. But you refused to look at them. Their hands found your hips, rubbing soothing circles on your skin with the tips of their clawed thumbs. 

“I…I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…to…” You sputtered out past your half-silent cries. 

One of their hands shot up to gently grasp your chin. Hot metal against your cheeks that gained your attention and made you take a deep breath in. “Hey,” They said softly. When you still refused to look them in the eye they guided your face until your gazes were forced to meet. A contented smile curled around the colors painted across their face, despite the frown that insisted on being etched into yours. “There’s my pretty star treader.” They cooed as they dragged a finger lovingly down your jaw. 

You huffed under your breath. Your words failing you now that their burning golden eyes were staring into yours. “Talk to me, instead of reaching for a drink. Can you do that? Or try, at least?” They asked you, a slight bargaining tone laid over their words. Soft. Reassuring. A pleading look behind their eyes that begged you to reason with them. In some way. 

All you could do was nod. “...okay. I…I don’t know if I can promise anything, but…okay.” 

They leaned forward just enough to place a barely-there-soft kiss on your lips. A whisper of their makeup left smudged onto your bottom lip, just enough of a smear to tease a smirk from their face. “That’s my angel.” Their claws crawled up the back of your shirt, their fingers drawing calming shapes against your skin near the small of your back. You felt your stressed nerves begin to calm from the soothing heat radiating off of their fingers. Like controlled fire, dancing right underneath your skin, knowing exactly where to go, where to touch, to make your emotions seemingly melt away.

[noctunis]

This is a stupid request so iUEOE IF U DONT LIKE IT ITS FINE but . A cloud x reader where Cloud, even after months from the start of their relationship, keeps getting a bit flustered, all blushy, whenever he gets kissed? ITS STUPID ITS LILE. IT COULD BE A DRABBLE TBH CAUSE ITS YEAH. BUT YEAH . Sow wy.

red kisses 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

cloud strife x fem!reader

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ughhh this request was so cute!! i made it into a fic instead because i just had some ideas :) hope you guys enjoy 💕!!

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mentions of kissing, cloud gets flustered, intended lowercase, tifa teasing cloud for having a big fat crush on you, reader is referred to as clouds girlfriend, lmk if i missed anything!!

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“shit!” you yelled, ducking under the rapid gunfire on the shinra infantryman. your hand reached for your sword before a gloved hand came to stop you. eyebrows furrowed, you looked back at cloud who just shook his head before pulling out his buster sword and stepping out into the gunfire, using his weapon as a shield from the bullets as they ricocheted off the metal.

you watched in awe as he cleared out the group. you knew he was always good at his job but seeing him in action never failed to make your jaw drop.

“hey, you comin’ or not?” he called out for you, his extended leather clad hand beckoned you after the coast was clear while numerous infantrymen laid on the ground unconscious below him. snapping out of your thoughts, you peeked your head out from behind the storage container and jogged your way towards him, beaming.

“my hero.” you extolled, leaning closer to lay a quick chaste kiss on cloud’s cheek before skipping over towards a metal door, eager to continue your mission. he made a noise of surprise, hand ghosting over where your lips had touched his face as a shade of pink tinted his freckled skin. his eyes followed your footsteps as he turned around and caught up with you, quickly following behind just in case you were caught off guard. you couldn’t help but smile as you heard him pitter-patter after you.

you definitely noticed the faint blush on his cheeks when he returned, and thus began your journey to flush cloud whenever given the chance to.

more time had passed, and cloud had actually gotten to know you. even if you never let him forget that one instance on the mission to the mako reactor.

and here cloud sat— in a bar stool at seventh heaven drinking the strongest of whatever tifa’s got while she talked about the newest mission avalanche was planning. she cut herself off mid-sentence, noticing how cloud continued to swirl his drink around while his eyes stayed glued to the ripples created in the glass, mind clearly elsewhere.

she put her arms behind her back as she leaned forward and tried to get his attention. “cloud?” she called, causing his eyes to peer back up at her. he made a small ‘hm’ sound in response.

“what’cha thinkin’ about?” she asked, inquisitive smile still painted on her face as usual. resting her arms on the wooden bar countertop, she watched as cloud contemplated to say what was really on his mind right now. he exhaled through his nostrils as he took another sip of the red liquid in his glass, “nothing.”

tifa’s brows raised as she finally understood. “so,” she began, “thinkin’ about your girlfriend, huh?”

“what makes you say that?”

“every time she’s around you, i never hear any of that ‘hard-ass’ complaining you’re always doing, as wedge would call it.” she grins, now knowing she hit the head right on the nail. “it’s like she placates you.”

“‘m just tired, that’s all.” he huffed, throwing his head back and downing the liquid as a weak attempt to try and hide the growing blush that grew across his face.

tifa simply laughed, standing up straight and greeting marlene as she walked in through the double doors with her dad, squealing about whatever new things she found today. always so excited to explore even in the slums of midgar. he placed a few coins on the bar counter as a payment for the drink, walking out of the bar and praying that tifa didn’t notice the money on the counter in hopes that she wouldn’t try and sneak it in his room like last time.

as for your new “mission” of trying to fluster cloud, it grew harder for him to ignore as everyday you’d press a kiss to his jaw or his hand or even the tip on his nose. he started to take his behavior into consideration after what tifa said. did he really act all that different around you?

your goal started making more progress as time went on and your relationship got more serious. often, your invites to your place ended up just being a torture chamber for him as you had managed to root yourself deep within his brain. he couldn’t get you out, and although he acted like he didn’t care, it haunted him. you were everywhere around him. but maybe, he thought, just maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing to get close to someone.

he’d look at marlene and his mind would think back to you. the way you’d sit with her and talk to her about her weird dreams where she’d become a dolphin or something like that. barret would throw a glare at him and all cloud could think about was how you mentioned how barret scares the absolute shit out of you. you were everywhere, your presence, your perfume, your—

“hellooo—?” earth to cloud?” your hand came into view, once again snapping cloud out of his thoughts. he hummed.

“space out there?” you smiled at him, and ugh, that smile. it made him feel obnoxiously warm. he never got used to those butterflies that would travel along his stomach, even if you guys had been together for a while.

he huffed as he looked away, lolling his against the soft pillows you had on your bed. “yeah, uh.. yeah.” he finally said, eyes trailing off as he narrowed his eyes at shinra’s public service announcement that broadcasted on tv. cloud let out quiet groan at the man’s face and turned it off, the remote dropping from his hand and onto the blanket as he turned back to you.

“you always seem to glow, cloud. did you know that?” you blurt out, finger tracing the taut muscles of his arm.

“well.. maybe it’s just because of the mako—? SOLDIER, remember?”

“no, not like that,” you giggle behind your hand, “i’m just saying i think you’re handsome, cloud.” that makes him let out a small noise of surprise, stiffening as he’s unsure what to say next.

“oh.” he said, ears heating up as he looked away from your intense gaze. he crossed his arms, trying to avoid the way your head craned to try and see his face.

“and you’re so fit,” you lifted a finger up with each compliment you listed, just trying to get a rise out of cloud, “and intelligent, and sweet, and—“

“okay, i think that’s enough.” he must’ve been flushed right now, he though.

“and you’re just so breathtaking.”

“you are such a liar.”

you dramatically feigned offense, putting a hand on your chest as your jaw dropped. “how dare you assume such things about me? i am simply loving my boyfriend, is that such a crime?”

he scoffed as a weak smile made its way to his face, “you’re loving torturing your boyfriend, there’s a difference.” however, his eyes widened as he felt your lips press against his jaw. he gave you a pointed glare, “see what i mean?”

“oh hush, you love it.”

[wolven91]

Snaccident

The light clicked on, illuminating the kitchen in the dead of night. 

The creature that still stood, brazenly, in the middle of the kitchen floor paused, freezing in place thanks to its deep rooted instincts to remain still enough to not be noticed. The fact that it still had stolen food halfway stuffed into its mouth did not go unnoticed by the ursidain that stood, still with her paw over the kitchen light switch, also still as a statue as the two creatures waited to see what the other would do.

The ursidain didn’t want to spook the smaller creature. 

The human wasn’t thinking, its brain was attempting to figure out how to explain why she had been caught with her hand, metaphorically, in the cookie jar.

“What are you doing?” Asked Tihan blankly. 

Charlotte swallowed the chunk of the sandwich that was only half chewed in a panicked attempt to reply. 

Her resulting choking and coughing fit was arrested by the ursidain grabbing a bottle of water from the cool storage and passing it, opened, to the human. It was the middle of the night, she had woken to investigate the quiet, but persistent, noises coming from her kitchen. When she found her human ward eating, she had assumed it was sleepwalking, and had mentally prepared to deal with that, now she didn’t quite comprehend what the human was doing. 

“I wanted a midnight snack.” Charlotte explained nonchalantly.

Tihan’s brain stalled. Like trying to speed away from a traffic light in the wrong gear.

She’d heard all those words before, but never in that order or in this context. 

“What do you mean a ‘midnight snack’? It’s… nighttime…?” She confusedly asked, her face screwing up as she tried to fit the square peg of an idea into the round hole of her brain. 

The human smiled, hopped up onto her kitchen booster… er… stool, Charlotte hated it when Tihan called it her booster to reach her higher kitchen counters. In front of her was an opened bread bag, a buttered knife and an open jar of fruit preservative. 

“I woke up, couldn’t get back to sleep and had a snaccident.” 

Again. It was like she’d unleashed a flashbang of words inside the ursidain’s skull.

The human was gesturing at the evidence of her sandwich making, picked up the second half of her sandwich and offered it to the dumbfounded ursidain. She gently plucked it from her hand and put the tiny human sized sandwich half in her mouth. It disappeared without ceremony. 

“So you just… woke up to eat?”

“Yup. Sometimes I can’t get to sleep until I get something. I’ve had to join a gym in the past when I got insomnia for a time.” She explained idly as she wiped the loose crumbs into her hand and into the open bin to her side. 

Within the ursidain’s brain, a synapse connected with another, in a manner that hadn't happened for several decades. 

“You can… snack… at night…?”

“It’s not good for you, your metabolism is slowed so you’ll put on weight they say.” The woman laughed as she realised and pointed at her. “Don’t you folk like that though?”

The woman in front of her held a paw to her forehead as the implications washed over her. 

How had she never thought about this before!? 

She looked up at the human woman as she slowly chewed the other half of the sandwich whilst looking at the ursidain with a confused and concerned look. Tihan stepped closer to her, looking blankly between her and the still opened bread bag. The ursidain reached over, pulled two slices out, her claws dimpling the soft foodstuff as she plucked the knife up. Buttering both slices, she placed the two together, raised it to her mouth and ate it without issue, testing the concept whilst glancing at the clock.

“You okay?” The human asked.

“I never… It never occurred to me that I could eat in the middle of the night… It’s nighttime… you sleep… not eat…” She idly explained looking at the breadbag.

She reached to make another. 

“Really? You’ve never got the munchies before?”

“Yes, but… you wait until morning?”

“Well.. this is your stuff, what stops you?”

“Nothing… nothing can stop me. Nothing at all…”

She had a grin on her face as she made another. 

Charlotte left her to it and went to bed, she slowly drifted away, but never heard the ursidain leave the kitchen, all the human heard was the knife periodically being placed back down on the counter. 

In the morning, the two of them returned to work. It was not lost to Charlotte that some of the kitchen cupboards had been left ajar and with a curious peek, confirmed the cupboards were now completely bare. 

The human also noticed that she gained a shadow in the form of Tihan who, far beyond what was normal, followed her everywhere during the day, barely allowing the human out of her sight for more than a few moments. 

But it wasn’t until the following month, that Charlotte realised that Tihan was subjected to being the centre of a rumour mill. 

Over the last four weeks, Tihan had successfully and rather proudly put on several inches around her waist and had to reapply for clothing measuring. None of the other ursidian could work out when she had the time to put on so much weight in such a short amount of time. Charlotte herself had been cornered more than once to be asked what she specifically was doing to help the ursidain. 

The human tried to explain that she wasn’t doing anything, but it was only when the offending ursidain realised that they were intimidating the human that they backed off. Charlotte had been honest; Tihan hadn’t been locking herself away in her free time, nor was she eating anything different during breakfast, lunch or dinner time beyond the ordinary. 

And yet, to their perspective; she grew, much to the overwhelming envy of her peers. 

When Charlotte asked one of her colleagues why it was such a concern, they corrected her; it wasn’t concern, it was envy. Thanks to her mass, Tihan would be considered extremely successful at a glance, she’d be first considered for upward mobility in her career on just appearance alone. 

“But you’re all huge already!” The human exclaimed, looking up at the rotund space bear, all of them easily twice her height with either the jigging belly or strongman or rather ’bear’ muscles to match! 

“Well it’s sweet of you to say so honey, but obviously I can get bigger if she can!”

The alien put her hands on her hips and looked determinedly over to Tihan, who was handling a particularly abrasive geckin. 

“I mean.. All she’s been doing is having midnight snacks.” Charlotte explained idly as she looked over to her roommate. She wouldn’t be a bad manager if her new waist was going to help in that regard… 

“..she’s what?” Asked the alien next to the human.

“Midnight snacks? You know? Munchies after dark?” Replied Charlotte, turning to look back and suddenly noticed the group’s expressions.

The ursidains genuinely looked as if she’d slapped them multiple times as she blinked down at the smaller human. One of the aliens bent over, reached out to grasp her shoulders before asking, very quietly. 

“She’s eating… at night? After Dinner?”

“Well… yeah? Dinner… Supper… Midnight Snack? You guys really don’t think about eating after you go to bed?”

The giant ursidain blinked at her as unused gears between her ears began to turn. With a glance to Tihan, and back to her, the other ursidain gently released her and sounded distracted.

“It… never occurred to me…” She murmured before walking away.

In the following twenty four hours, across the station, the ursidains descended upon the various corner shops that usually simply provide basic foodstuffs to take home in the event one didn’t want to go to the station’s cafeteria and bought nearly every edible item that could be taken away.

Ursidains in the system soon began to visit the station to investigate why the bears on this particular station were becoming larger all at once…

[lottiecrabie]

bartender george blurb please i'm begging please please please u know who this is Asking

i will do crazy things for a bartender!george blurb before you leave us

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shift drink has the usual suspects scattered across some tables, nursing a beer or a glass of wine. normally, you’d be sitting across veronica, advising her on her tinder swiping and laughing at adam’s poor attempts at avoiding participation in this mating ritual. you’d twirl a blue umbrella in your sex on the beach, and wince when a man showing off a fish would appear on veronica’s screen.

this time, you sit across george, his forearms on the bar showing off tatted skin and glinting silver rings, looking you directly in the eyes with that intense gaze of his, and not down the cleavage you’re purposefully trying to show off.

‘so?’ his grin teases at the corner of his lips. ‘opinions?’ his new cocktail idea resides in a tall glass in front of you, half downed and sticking to your lipgloss.

you hum, faking some sort of deep reflection, as though you haven’t started drinking for the first time merely six weeks ago. the entirety of your knowledge in cocktails start and end with whatever he decides to serve you. still, you say, ‘i like it. very flowery.’

‘it’s not too intense?’

‘not to me.’ then you smirk, cheeky. ‘but i’m a very intense girl.’

george snorts. ‘that so?’

you gape in faux offense. ‘you don’t believe me,’ you say, accusatory.

‘apologies, sweets, it’s just that you’re— you know.’ his hand— your eyes jump to those ringed fingers, long and rough— wave vaguely.

you arch an eyebrow. ‘what?’

‘well,’ he says, and his shiteating grin shows he’s not even a bit bashful in saying it, ‘a bit sheltered. y’know, daddy’s girl.’

a secret part of you tenses and melts at the words, slithering up the muscles of your legs. it hits to your core, where something shameful and hot grows. a bigger part of you feels the telltale signs of competitiveness buzz under your skin. you set your eyes on him with a challenge.

you down the remainder of your drink in one long mouthful, glad for the sugary taste of it drowning out the bitter vodka. you slam the glass back on the counter, jump off the stool and stare at george, absolute. ‘maybe i am. want to find out?’ george chokes on his own breath, and just that reaction could be enough.

you don’t wait for an answer, too afraid of losing your cool. you practically flee out of the dining room, walking down the hallway to the safety of the dry storage. you wait there a moment, back to the door, feigning not to be listening for the sound of his steps, not to be hoping. your heart slams in your chest. god, why did you do that? you’re so stupid—

the door cracks open and slams closed. you smile, spinning with bone-deep relief, with thrilling excitement. his eyes are dark and intense, staring with that uneasy way of undressing, unspooling, unmaking. he sees through your bones and you can tell he wants what’s underneath.

‘did you—‘

��yes,’ you cut, eager to get to it. ‘what are you gonna do about it?’

‘depends. are you gonna be sweet for me, sweets?’

you cock your head, teasing, ‘gonna make me?’

george is on you in a second, lips catching yours as you crash against the nearest shelves. he pins you in place, hands flying to your waist, digging under your shirt. you barely have enough place to arch your back into them, to invite him in. he crushes you against his body, against the metal, while he steals and steals and steals from you. breath, moans, the letters of his name. licks them all up until you lose your head, then goes down your cheek, your jaw, your neck.

your shirt is off and your bra cups down before you’re aware of what’s going on, and now george’s head is bent to your breasts, sucking a nipple and teasing the other with his hand. your head bangs against a shelf with a guttural groan. ‘fuck, george.’

he hums, coming back up, though already busy with hiking your skirt up your thighs. ‘thought you were gonna be daddy’s girl?’ your cheeks heat when confronted with your previous bravado. ‘what?’ he pouts, a little mocking. ‘too intense?’

‘fuck me,’ is all you answer, his teasing having made you horribly wet and needy. you rake your nails through his short buzzcut.

he grips your thighs and picks you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. your ass half hangs off a shelf, another one digging into your back. you barely feel them, too busy with him unbuckling his belt. your core drips at the mere sight, needing him so thoroughly it threatens to make you crazy.

‘ask nicely.’ you shiver at the sound of his voice, authoritative and demanding. you grind your hips into his as best you can, though the angle is awkward and not enough to get you off.

‘please,’ you whisper. he gives you a look, unimpressed. ‘fuck, i—‘ you shake your head. his finger pushes your underwear aside and finds your clit, rubbing it as added argument. with a moan, your eyelashes flutter at him, playing a part. ‘i need you, daddy. i’ve been wet every time i see you. just thinking of you and i— oh!‘ george slams into you with a groan.

you cling onto his back, digging into the fabric of his shirt, trying to hold on as he bucks into you fast and wild. you cry in his shoulder, trying and failing to catch your breath, to get used to him.

his head falls to your neck, sucking and biting. you moan in his ear, something primal waking inside of you at the thought of him marking you. of being his. he licks his branding, whispering in your ear, ‘should’ve told me my little girl needed me. didn’t mean to leave her all wet every day.’

he raises you up higher, changing the angle until he hits a spot that has you gasping for air. you tremble under his fingers and they dig into your skin, keeping you in place, leaving new branding marks to revel in later. he’ll be everywhere on you, in you.

‘gonna take care of you,’ george promises. ‘gonna fuck you all dumb and drooling to make up for those times, baby.’

you pull his face closer, burying a moan into his parted lips. ‘make me your girl.’

he snorts. ‘i don’t have to.’ he grins, cheeky, ‘you already are.’ his mouth crashes against you. you lose sense of coherent thought.

george fucks you until you’re whining and babbling, stringing swear words and begs in-between equal amounts of georges and daddys. he relishes in all of them, kissing and groaning at them, muttering sweet promises into your skin, as if planting the seeds into your very pores.

‘come for me,’ george pants. ‘come for daddy.’ you’re putty in his hands, only held up by him and the shelf banging against the wall. ‘wanna see you fall apart on my cock. wanna feel you.’ he groans, a hand flying up and digging into your cheeks. ‘god, you’re so goddamn sweet.’

as if trying to make him right, you come between two moans, shaking and crying for him. still, the pleasure somehow takes you by surprise, and you’re knocked off axis just by the sheer intensity of it.

george follows right after you, yelling your name as he spills inside of you, still buried so deep you have to assume he’s just fiending for another way to mark you.

you stay there as you catch your breath. finally, he slip out of you, letting your underwear fall back in place to keep his cum from running down your legs. he kisses your cheek, then pulls your skirt down and your bra cups up.

‘did so well for me, sweets,’ he coos. ‘such a good girl for daddy.’ you preen under his words, grinning up at him. ‘now let’s get you home so i can keep my promises.’

‘promises?’ you gasp, head flashing with filthy fantasies.

his smirk is dangerous. ‘don’t think for a moment i’m done with you.’

[i3un]

── .✦ eonian • carl grimes x oc (calem flynn-marsh) • 2k words

── .✦ warnings : mentions of canon-typical violence, carl lives au, kinda ooc carl, some cursing, pretty plain

── .✦ authors notes : this is a bit old, to be honest, but i still think it's good and i enjoy it as a fic.

The home was warm, stepping in through the backdoor and slipping through the kitchen. Calem could tell it was empty, Judith was a loud child and her noise was a clear indicator. It was supposed to be a quick run, one that people didn’t even notice happening; Getting a few containers of a snack that Judith had taken to. But it seems someone else had the idea too, and more blood was shed than Calem would like to admit. More of his own, than he was proud of. There was a sharp pain in his ribs where the attacker kicked, and a few scratches and cuts littered his face and chest, marks from where the stranger missed. The cupboard squealed open as Calem threw his bag onto the counter and rushed to open it. Searching for the first aid he swore was under the sink. But, all he found was a container of old trash bags, an emergency gun and bullets, and a mix of soaps they had stocked, along with a pack of sponges. 

Eyes scanned the shelves before finally shutting the door to it, slamming it a bit too hard. Calem huffed, wiping the blood dripping down his cheek off with the sleeve of his shirt, pulling it over his knuckles and rubbing against the rough skin of his face, feeling the bumps of scattered pimples and wounds that didn’t heal the right way. Each one held its own weight, its own story and message. The blood soaked quickly into the blue fabric, leaving a harsh dark stain in its wake when Calem looked back at the sleeve. If anyone got home and saw him all cut up, it would only end in more attention than he needed or wanted. Looking back to his bag, Calem unzipped it, checking to see if any first aid was in his bag.

Hands digging through the old bag, to no avail. The dirt and crumbs that gathered at the bottom of it ended up under his fingernails as he grew increasingly more frustrated. There was no luck, and he stayed frozen for a minute, thinking of each of the spaces he last remembered seeing the first aid kid. The bathroom, one of the old bedside tables, or somewhere in the basement storage they had. 

“Where were you?”

Calem jumped, hands gripping the bag tightly, instinctually moving to his gun before he looked up sharply to see Carl, poking his head from the stairway. Breathing out, Calem quickly remembered his appearance and went to rub any excess blood from his cheek, not quite realizing that he was only spreading it in a line across his nose.

“Nothing, nowhere. It’s fine.” Calem attempted something like reassurance, but it didn’t work as Carl got closer and squinted at him, seeing all the marks and bruises forming. 

“Are you okay? What happened? Were you attacked?” Carl quickly went around the kitchen island, pushing away Calem’s hand from his cheek, examining the damage.

“I’m fine, relax-” It was more defensive than it should be, but he didn’t think people were home. Carl didn’t say anything, moving and opening a cabinet- the cabinet next to the one Calem opened- and pulling out a first aid kit. Calem groaned under his breath. 

Carl was fluent in finding his way around the kit- it wasn’t like it was his first time doing an impromptu clean-up on Calem. His eyes went from the kit, to Calem’s bag, to Calem, then back to the kit, taking some peroxide and a cotton pad. If the cuts were anymore serious, he would’ve dragged Calem to the medics, but at this point? It’s easier to do it at home. There was less of a fight. 

“Sit down, how many cuts do you have?” Carl didn’t look away from what he was doing, filing through all the bandages they had left in it. 

“I don’t know,” Calem silently attempted counting the few on his cheeks, then the ones on his arms, but at that point Carl had decided to just move the kit to the stools where he would do it.

The wooden stool didn’t offer much for comfort, but it was a welcome spot from all the times Calem had been patched up on it before. Carl sat on the one across from him, prepping the cotton pads as Calem shuffled off his jacket, tossing it onto the counter. The old long-sleeve shirt he had worn was in dire need of fixing, old threats peeled off, seams were pulled and tightened, and with the most recent exploration there was an uncountable amount of rips from knives. The stain, still wet, on his sleeve had sunken deeper into the fabric, turning a deep brownish color. 

A quick movement, Carl taking his arm to pull it closer, rolling up the sleeve and taking one of the cotton pads he had soaked in peroxide. Calem hissed as the foamy white bubbles came through his skin, mixing with the blood that had settled in the wounds. 

“Are you going to tell me what happened?” Carl perked his brow, looking up from Calem’s arm to make a short round of eye contact with him. 

“Just some idiot thinking he could surprise me and steal my shit,” Calem’s brows sewed together thinking about how the man had jumped out from behind a wall and had managed to actually get a jump on Calem, “It was supposed to be a quick run, I didn’t think anyone was there.”

Carl sighed, drying the wounds after the bubbles went down, then taking a few bandages and laying them down against the cuts. Rolling down the sleeve, Carl went for the other arm, with less cuts than the right arm. As the other sleeve rolled up, there was a deep bruise on his forearm, a sick color of yellows and greens, with the center beginning to purple. Calem made sure to avoid his gaze, looking down at the wooden floor. 

“You should’ve told someone where you were,” It was quiet, barely audible if it wasn’t for the rest of the house being perfectly silent, “You could’ve been killed.” 

Calem bit his tongue, swallowing back his normal defensive response, “I know, m’ sorry,” It felt dumb, almost being taken down over a kids snack. A heavy guilt had built itself up after the words left him, a mix of shame and regret.

The response he got was a sharp nod, as Carl continued the motions, a cotton pad to the cuts, and then drying it off with a clean rag, then whatever bandages they could spare. The dull throb of the peroxide had gone down, turning to the same low drone of pain where the skin split. There was a pile of used pads and bandage wrappers next to the kit, with Calem silently counting each one placed into the grouping, making sure he didn’t use anything more than was needed. Carl kept quiet throughout it, only making small noises as he came across more bruises, or furrowing his brows in response to it all. It wasn’t anger, he had seen anger and this, this was something else, Calem couldn’t put his finger on it, he had only seen it a few times, enough to count it on only one hand. Most of which were directed to a similar situation.

Carl took the small pile of wrappers and pads he had collected so far and moved to throw them out, getting up and fluently moving from the trashcan to the paper towels. He took a few and then slightly dampened them in the sink, putting his finger under the water before the paper towels. After folding them a few times, he came back around, sitting across from Calem and using his free hand to brush away his hair, holding it back from its usual spot covering his face. 

It was warm as it went across his cheeks, wiping up the red line of blood Calem had previously dragged over his nose. Carl’s free hand had found a job keeping the hair back, planted on the top of his head, loosely curled in the thick layers of dark hair. After a minute of gently wiping the dirt, blood, and whatever else from Calem’s face, he took another cotton pad, letting his hair fall back to its spot. The cotton pad was drowned in peroxide, and the cold liquid hit his face like a slap when it hit his cheek, the same spot that the warm paper towel had hit. A fist tightened on Calem’s lap, his hand tensing as the pain became worse, the deepest cuts were the ones on his face. The stranger had been aiming for his brain. His lips tightly pursed, teeth grinding down so as to not let out any noises. 

Once the pad was lifted, Calem could hear the bubbles foaming up through the cuts, and even felt some blood run down along with the liquid. Carl was quick to wipe it with a new cotton pad, and Calem could see the once white cotton turn a deep red as it was taken away.

“Why were you even out?” Carl did little to hide the exasperation in his voice, it did good to mask the worry that was puddling in his head. 

Calem shrugged, “Just looking for… something,” A sheepish glint in his eyes said it all, still attempting to avoid Carl’s glances. 

Making quick work of Calem’s face, and all the cuts that littered it, Carl dried the peroxide and wounds, then used a few more bandages to cover the cuts, luckily there weren’t many, but the ones that were there were deep, and would be the longest to heal. Only three were on his face, two on his cheek and one near his jawline, going into his neck. The reality of how close it got to its goal made Carl frown a bit, thinking of different universes where Calem never made it home. Once the bandages were laid, Carl put away whatever he had taken out of the kit: the bottle of peroxide, the bandages, and the baggie of cotton pads. Zipping up the red bag, Carl put it onto the top shelf of the cabinet under the sink, closing it and then throwing out the rest of the trash. 

Before Calem could stop him, Carl went to open his bag. His face had a delayed reaction to what was inside the bag, about 5 bottles of some of the little chips Judith had been eating ravenously for the past two weeks. As he took each one out, setting them up in a line on the granite counters. Once they were all out, Carl looked once more for anything else that Calem may have found, but all that was left was the old journal he had been lugging around since the prison. 

“Are you serious?” There was no anger behind the sentence, just a bit of disbelief and humor. There was even a small smile as Carl said it. The dots began slowly connecting in his head, how indirect Calem had been about the whole thing, how he had been slinking around the kitchen trying to appear smaller.

“We had run out, didn’t want her to be sad.” Calem muttered it out, turning to sit across from Carl. He wasn’t embarrassed, more just a bit ashamed that he had made Carl anxious over something so seemingly dumb.

Carl smiled to himself as he put away the snacks in the cabinet they had dedicated to all of Judith’s things. Calem played with one of the seams of his shirt that had been pulled out, twisting it around his finger. He could hear the shuffle of Carl’s boots against the floor, but it still sent a small jolt down his spine when he felt Carl put his hands gently on the sides of Calem’s head, the warm palms being a welcome hug. A soft kiss pressed against his temple, spreading through his body like the vines of a flower. He was home, and didn’t mind getting a few cuts to make sure he can be reminded of it.

[thevede]

The Corruption Game Ch.1 (Ha Rin x Su Ji)

Summary:

The game was starting to get a little boring for Ha Rin. With the arrival of the new transfer student, she had some new ideas. Instead of creating another foot stool she can step on whenever she wants, why not play the long game? Help her rise through the ranks, teach her the fruits of hierarchy, let her sin… then, drop. After all, the higher the climb, the longer the fall.

But of course, that phrase doesn’t only apply to one Sung Su Ji.

(Cross posted on AO3)

Ch.1

Su Ji

The bitch and her goons had left, their jackal-like laughs echoing in the hallway outside. 

Eventually Su Ji couldn’t hear them anymore. She was finally alone in the storage room, but the sharp and piercing screech of the dog whistle still rang inside her skull, again and again.  

The water on the paper sheets had gone deep into her nostrils and refused to come out. The pain was mild yet undurable at the same time, as if a tiny pebble had rooted itself behind the bridge of her nose. She hit her brow with the base of her palm, attempting to get it out, but it kept digging, kept stinging… 

Harder

Harder

Harder

She felt two trails of warmth string down from her eyes, it was not a comforting warmth, but a haunting and hurting one. They fell into her lips, salty, she thought. The realization made her want to cry harder, but who knew if the bullies were still behind the corner and watching her to enjoy the fruits of their labor. So she bit down on her lips and kept quiet, but the salt on her taste buds would not cease. 

“Here.” said a voice above her. 

Ha Rin, the nice girl, held a towel in front of her face. She didn’t hear her enter the room at all. Su Ji took it and tried to thank her but it came out as more of a whimper. 

The fabric of the towel was soft and smelled of lavender. She slowly wiped the water off of her face and did her best to get the water out of her uniform collar. 

“Thank you, Ha Rin.”

Ha Rin smiled, her signature gentle smile. “ It’s no problem. I just wish I could tell Da Yeon to stop, but she never listens to anyone, not even the teachers can handle her. ” 

They remained silent for a while. Su Ji didn’t know if the silence was awkward or comforting, maybe a bit of both. She was finally able to breathe easy, and she can feel her pumping in her chest slow down. 

“Come, we should get back to class before math starts.” She helped Su Ji up and they walked back to the classroom. 

The silent stares swarmed her when they stepped in. Menacing, questioning, doubting… She sat down and kept her head low, too weak and exhausted to put up a stalwart shield against all the hostility. I hate them, every single one of them. But even hate and anger is too costly for her brain, right now she just wanted to rest, to be empty of thoughts. 

She laid her head on the desk and closed her eyes. 

Bzzz, her phone vibrated. 

[Su Ji ah, this is Ha Rin]

[Do you want to hang out after school?]

She didn’t reply. She didn’t know what to think of it, what to think of her. 

The popular girl, Rank A, a beneficiary of the game, a winner of it. Did she help her because she had a good heart, or is she just a self-obsessed narcissist who needed the affection of all? 

It made no difference to her at the moment, she just needed some rest and hoped the teacher wouldn’t call on her. 

…

After enduring the rest of the school day, Su Ji left the campus as soon as she could, she didn’t want to have another “chance” encounter with the bullies. She sprinted to the bus station, and waited for her bus to arrive. 

As she was thinking about what to eat for dinner tonight, a black car stopped in front of her. She didn’t know cars, but it looked polished and pricey. The back window rolled down and it was the girl who gave her the towel. She wasn’t smiling this time though, her face was cold and confronting. 

“You didn’t reply to my message.” 

Su Ji couldn’t help but avoid eye contact with her. “Sorry, I was just really tired and I didn’t know what to reply…” 

“It’s okay, Su Ji. Tell my driver your address, I will take you home.” 

“...”

“Hurry, before the rush hour traffic comes.”

It seemed rude to say no, and frankly, the car was a lot more appealing than an hour of public transport after a long day. 

The inside smelled of expensive leather, perfume, and… 

“You don’t mind do you?” The rich girl had an unlit cigarette in her mouth and a golden lighter in her right hand. 

“No, I don’t.” She had a placating smile on her face, and she wondered if it looked fake, it probably did. 

The girl clicked open her golden lighter, and flicked the wheel in the middle. 

Smoke aerated throughout the car as Su Ji observed her. She was on her phone as she exhaled another breath of gray from her nostrils. Ha Rin was different from her school self, not dainty nor polite, but relaxed, at ease with her own presence. 

Ha Rin turned to her, and Su Ji avoided her gaze, again. 

“Sorry, am I too different from how I present myself in school?” Her tone was almost apologetic. 

“It’s fine, I don’t really mind it.” Another placating smile. 

She puffed out another cloud. “It’s just an image I put up for the class, you know, for the vote.” 

“Right.”

“I am sorry I didn’t vote for you, I thought you were close enough with Ji Young and Sung A.”  

Su Ji thought so too, she always thought she knew how to read the room, to read people, to adjust, but how can she play the game if she didn’t even know it existed. 

Ha Rin twisted the cigarette bud onto the ashtray. “ You should stick with me during the breaks so no one bothers you.” 

“Thank you.” It didn’t sound sincere enough, but she didn’t know what else to say.  

Ha Rin offered her another smile. 

“I know it must be frustrating to be F, especially since you just transferred and don’t know anyone well yet. But you shouldn’t give up, it’s everyone’s game. As long as you play your cards right, I’m sure you will do fine.” 

“But how?! The game is not fair at all. I am already Rank F, no one wants to talk to me. What am I supposed to do?” She couldn’t help but quicken her words, frustration and panic laden in her voice. 

“You are talking to me right now.” The girl smirked at her. 

“So what? Will you vote for me? Why are you doing all this anyway?” She half-sobbed. She wanted to be strong, but it was so, so hard. 

“All my votes are accounted for.” Click. Ha Rin lit another cigarette. “Unless, you can convince me otherwise.” 

She is having fun. “What do you want me to do?” 

“Are you free this weekend?” 

She nodded hesitantly. 

“Let’s hang out then. Get to know each other”

“... Sure.”

They soon arrived at Su Ji’s place. The driver got out himself to open the door for her, it was a strange and uncomfortable feeling, to have someone do something so basic for her when she can easily do it herself.  

Su Ji knew that Ha Rin cannot be trusted, but right now, she couldn’t find any reason to outright reject her. Ha Rin was Rank A, and cozying up with a Rank A can surely help her with her current predicament. Rank As have influence, and if she can rub off some of that influence, she can get out of Rank F. But what if Ha Rin was just setting up an elaborate trap to torture her further? She needed to play this smart, she needed to have a Plan B. 

…

The next day, Su Ji found Ja Eun by the garden. She sat on the bench and looked aloof and lost in the maze of her own wandering thoughts. She needed Ja Eun on her side, Ja Eun can be trusted, she was on the same boat as Su Ji after all. She explained her plan: manipulate the two Rank D friends, Ji Ae and Seung Yi, sew doubts between the two, and make one of them Rank F. 

“I won’t put anyone beside me in Rank F. Are you fine with doing that?” The tall girl stared into her eyes. 

Her unwavering attitude confused Su Ji. An emerging heat boiled beneath her skin. This class is truly full of psychos. 

“Please tell me you’re joking. Where were they when you were getting beat up? They are just glad that it’s you in Rank F and not them. They told me before the vote, they don’t even see you as human, you are just trash to them.” Once the faucet was opened, she couldn’t silence herself, nor did she really want to. 

Ja Eun’s face turned dark and pushed past her. 

“Yeah! Run away! You trash! At least I have the indignation to want to escape F. You will stay there forever! Forever, You hear me!” The guilt of those words were heavy, but quickly drowned out by the calmness that came after all the anger and frustration was released. Yes, she knew the feelings of the rest of the class well, it felt good to have someone below you, to mock them with your peers, to stomp all over them because that’s their place. Three months, that’s all. She didn’t need to win, she simply just needed to not lose. 

She heard a familiar sound of metal clicking, and she turned. 

“ Want one?” The girl behind her asked.

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Description: Hello, I just got an idea for a request from the Disney movie Finding Nemo, I'm thinking about a story like the beginning of the movie where Nemo is waking up his father but instead it's with Jiaoqiu and the reader, who's always been a bundle of energy but seemed to be ten times more excited than usual because of the wardance, during the 2.4 quest, he took the reader on as his student but he does view them as his own child. You don't have to do it if you don't want to I just thought it'd be cute

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Jiaoqiu has made some interesting choices over his career, namely his vow to help Feixiao. It’s basically defined his career since that day, he became her doctor and his career no longer strives for a cure for war but a cure for her. He still serves the search for a cure for war but her serves her as she strives for the cure. Jiaoqiu truely is-

“Oof!” He groaned as a heavy weight slammed between his ribs and stomach.

He cracks an eye open to find bright eyes barely an inch from his face. Y/n giggles the second they make eye contact, their head tilted at an extreme angle so they were practically staring at him upside down.

Jiaoqiu has made some interesting choices in his career, and this was certainly one of them.

“How did you get in here?”

“Moze xiansheng sent me!” Jiaoqiu closes his eyes again and rolls over onto his side, knocking his student onto the empty side of the bed. They squealed as they fell, and Jiaoqiu bit back a smile. “Xiansheng, you have to wake up!”

“Consider this lesson number…”

“27!”

“Yes, yes. Lesson number 27, the importance of sleep. It is especially important before strenuous activities like-”

“The wardance!”

“Exactly. Now, please close the door on your way out.”

Y/n, satisfied with the answer, scrambled off the bed– pulling some of Jiaoqiu’s sheets with them. The doctor reached blindly to pull them back up as he listened to the door of his room close behind small feet. He had to strain to make out the next sounds, but he’s pretty sure Y/n was informing Moze that he was not getting up yet.

Neither of them were really sure how they’d ended up teaching Y/n. They’d been an orphan on the Yaoqing, rescued from a Borisin controlled planet. It had started during their recovery, where they refused to stay in bed and instead trailed after Jiaoqiu. The doctor would find patients’ bandages changed and simple medicinal teas and snacks distributed with surprising accuracy– Y/n had only made two errors with easily mistaken ingredients.

Moze had taken interest in the child for their natural stealth, constantly sneaking out of their bed and into supply areas, while Jiaoqiu had taken interest in the child’s interest in medicine.

They hadn’t been looking for a student, much less with the intent to share one, but Feixiao had been quick to approve Y/n’s placement in their care.

That was slightly over a month ago, and Y/n had already proven to be a quick learner.

Y/n set their stool in front of the counter, stepping up as they tied their apron behind their back. Moze and Feixiao sit at the table with tea as they get started on breakfast.

Their notebook is open, filled with Jiaoqiu’s neat writing and their own messy notes in the margins and on sticky notes. On the left page is a recipe for an omelet meant to be light and filling for strenuous days, it could be rolled up and eaten on the go or dehydrated for long term storage. On the right was a hearty stock meant for patients who couldn’t eat solids or who didn’t have much of an appetite. Y/n was intent on combining the two for a highly nutritious meal for her teachers, especially Jiaoqiu as he prepared for the war dance.

They started by finely chopping the vegetables, then cracked and scrambled some eggs in a bowl before mixing the two ingredients. Then, instead of adding in water or milk to top up the egg mixture, they added the heated broth– heated to return it to a liquid from its rich gelatinous state.

“You should have let it cool.”

Y/n jumped at the sudden presence behind them. Jiaoqiu had finally pulled himself from bed and dressed, joining them in the kitchen. They looked from him back to the bowl to find the egg beginning to curdle.

“Oops.”

Jiaoqiu gently patted their head.

“It’s all right, it won’t change anything this time, but when handling eggs be careful not to curdle them.”

“What happened?”

“You cooked the eggs with the hot broth.”

“But it didn’t feel too hot.” 

Y/n looked up at Jiaoqiu, a thoughtful frown on their face.

“Are your hands clean?”

“Of course.”

“Dip a finger in the broth then.”

Carefully, Y/n placed the tip of their pinky in the broth and quickly pulled it back. They turned back to Jiaoqiu and announced their findings. “It’s hot.”

“The glass cools faster than the liquid, so make sure to test the liquid itself.”

Y/n nodded, grabbing the pen clipped to their notebook and scribbling a new note in the margin.

Over at the table, Moze and Feixiao watched their friend help Y/n finish breakfast and serve it up. He was patient, letting them lead with only a few small pointers.

During breakfast, the young doctor in training happily inquired about the wardance and Jiaoqiu’s role. Feixiao fielded the questions for Jiaoqiu, letting him eat at his own pace while Y/n scarfed down their food.

“Y/n, don’t speak with food in your mouth,” Jiaoqiu sighed, taking a sip of his tea.

The child stopped talking mid sentence, and swallowed the food in their mouth but they hadn’t chewed it enough because they quickly started coughing. Moze moved the quickest, passing the child their water to wash down the food.

Once Jiaoqiu had finished his food, and Y/n had decided they were done– Jiaoqiu was proud that their appetite had been improving throughout their recovery– he took them out onto the Luofu.

And quite frankly, he nearly lost them and he blames Moze for fostering their sneaking skills.

Jiaoqiu had turned away for two seconds to lock the door of the house general Jing Yuan had lent them, and he turned back to an empty space where Y/n had been. He hadn’t even felt them let go of his clothes.

Thankfully they hadn’t been trying to hide, because he’s not sure he could have found them if they had.

“Xiansheng!” They called, waving happily from a nearby snack stall.

He let out a quiet sigh before joining them.

He should have expected this really, it was their first time outside the Yaoqing not to mention they seemed taken by the idea of the wardance. There was nothing he could do but follow them from stall to stall, answering questions and reminding them to mind their manners.

It certainly wasn’t the worst way to stipend his time before the wardance. Perhaps by the next one Y/n could compete on behalf of the Yaoqing.

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Penelope shut the door to the small house she lived in and turned the wooden lock over so that no one could burst in. She had to change after all. She felt as if her body were possessed by a spirit who knew exactly what needed to be done without forming a coherent thought behind the why. It was simply known. A well-worn machine going about it's usual task. As if she had done this many times before. Thoughts were not scattered like papers in the wind in her mind as they would have been normally. Reaching out and grabbing the thought to cross it off her mental to do list as the task was completed. She just simply moved.

Draw the curtains so no prying eyes could see into the house. Lock the back door so no well-meaning visitor could barge in to check on her. Douse the fire in the fireplace. Change clothes into a simple brown dress and white apron. Neatly fold the Union Day froc and put it in the box her mother had placed it in before her passing and place it back above the wardrobe where it had waited for more than a decade.

More years up there will not hurt it. Penelope heard herself somewhere in her consciousness say to herself. A thought sent her soul into rolling fits as she wondered. Will I ever have a chance again to wear my mother's gown? She didn't want to think about that just now. She got down from the stepping stool and replaced it in its proper home.

And so, on she went, flitting through the house like a specter on a mission going about her chores with no real plan forward or thoughts to occupy her. It wasn't until she realized she needed to refill a water pitcher that she paused and listened to the silence of the house around her. She could hear voices from the village filtering through the walls. Shouts for children or animals to behave and get back into place, calls for others to catch attention. Greetings and exclamations of life going on around her. She tightened her grip on the mug and swayed on the spot. The idea of going to the nearby well to fetch water made her feel like throwing up onto the floors.

She would, with no uncertainty, run into some of the older women of the village there and have to answer questions of why she was doing chores on her Union Day. She walked back to the kitchen and placed the pitcher on the end of her table before pulling out the chair and flopping down hard on the wooden seat.

She sat there, staring at the table, and tried to fight the wail that was clawing its way up her throat. She wanted to cry, scream and demand answers from Tav, from Korrin, from the gods themselves. Anyone who could help her make sense of this and abandon his void in her chest that was threatening to suck everything of hers inside.

Tears flowed over her lashes and down her cheeks, her shoulders began to shake and soon she was openly sobbing at the kitchen table. She folded her arms on the table and cradled her head as she wept to herself. Her lungs felt like they were threatening to collapse on her with each sob. Like a bag turned inside out because someone was grabbing too much.

Thoughts were flying through her head like arrows with no destination. What was the next step now? What was she supposed to do? Would they outcast her? Force her to marry someone else? Did she want to marry someone else? Would she simply be left alone? Would they want her to become a teacher or help the Priest to fill her days?

The uncertainty of what her fate would be made the room seem like it was tilting and turning out of her control although she was aware she was seated. The probability of her throwing up soon became too high to ignore and pray it passed. She grabbed the pitcher and hovered over it, fearing that trying for the bucket in the storage closet would be too much of a gamble.

Just as she thought she was going to retch, there was a knock on the door.

Penelope sat the pitcher on the edge of the table and stood from her chair. She thought she might stumble on the way to the door but once she made it, she pressed her body against the door to steady herself.

"Penelope?" It was the Priest Ackerman. The Unions must be done now. "Are you in there?" She had her hand on the simple round knob to feel if he tried to open the door, but it stayed still in her hand. "I understand you must be in quite a state of shock. I'm not trying to pry, but I want to make sure you are alright."

//

Ackerman had his bald head pushed against the door. Surely, she would not have had the time to do something drastic in the time it took him to finish the union ceremony and inform the other temple members to finish up the event while he went to check on her? He had heard sobbing coming from inside the one story wooden home as he approached, but since he had knocked the house had gone eerily silent and an wave of cold washed over him. He could count his heartbeats things had fell so silent. That is, until he heard the locking mechanism being turned over. He pulled back from the door and put his hands together in prayer. "Oh thank the gods, I was worried about you." he told her as a puffy, red rimmed eye looked at him from under auburn bangs. "May I come in, I feel like you shouldn't be alone right now--I know that might sound pushy my dear and you probably don't want to see anyone, least of all me today, but..." His heart was hammering in his chest, and his words rushing together to the point he had forgotten to take a breath and steady himself.

He was prepared for her to slam the door in his face, to cry and shout and scream at him for not stopping Tav's and Korrin's union ceremony. He felt guilty for missing signs that Tav was unhappy in his pairing with Penelope. By all accounts, from what he had observed and had been told by both parties, they were each looking forward to today.

The golden eye blinked sadly at him, and Ackerman felt his heart break a little for her. He wasn't too much older than her, and unpaired himself. But he knew that a lot of young women, Penelope included among them, had always looked forward to this day. She wanted to have a pairing, and she had been over the moon when it had been Tav.

"Penelope...please." He held out his hands, pleading. "If nothing else, allow me to sit with you until you feel like you have your feet under you. We don't have to say anything. I can't begin to imagine how you must feel, so I won't say that I do or that I can understand. But I want to help you..."

He jumped a little in surprise as she let go of the door and it swung open on its own, the hinges had started to pull away from the frame. She was walking toward the kitchen area of the first room and Ackerman took it as a sign to follow. He stepped inside, removed his shoes and closed the door behind him.

He had been here once before, when the accident that took her parents from her had happened. So, he had already known that her father, Stephen, had built the house himself by hand and wasn't a forethought sort of man. He had simply built a semi large box of a house and put one set of windows on each side of the house. It wasn't until his pairing with Penelope's mother, Alicia that the house had gotten interior walls to separate rooms from one another and turn it from a box to a true home.

One thing that hadn't changed though, was the large kitchen and dinning room area being just to the left of the entry way. When you stepped inside, you could see the kitchen counters and pantry as well as the long wooden table set with six chairs.

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Kids Stools to Montessori Chairs: Must-Have Furniture for Classrooms That Inspire

Introduction

Imagine a space where every corner invites curiosity, every seat feels just right, and every child feels at home. That’s the power of thoughtful learning environments. In early education, the environment becomes the third teacher. From flexible seating options to calming corners, the right design inspires independence and creativity.

Creating Spaces that Support Exploration

Young learners thrive when they feel in control of their space. Designing with intent means selecting pieces like kids stools and stool for kids that are easy to move, stack, or tuck away. These small but mighty additions let children move freely and collaborate more naturally. Including elements like Montessori School Furniture further promotes autonomy, giving each child access to materials and tools without constant adult assistance.

The Importance of Proportional Seating

When chairs and tables are too large, children may struggle to focus. Introducing size-appropriate options such as kids classroom chairs or a short wooden bench provides comfort and encourages better posture. Whether it’s a quiet reading session or a creative project, the seating must suit the size of the learner. Adding ergonomic designs like a montessori chair enhances physical comfort during learning time.

Movement and Flexibility in Classrooms

A dynamic space adapts to the activity of the moment. That’s where options like classroom bench seating and long wooden bench setups come in. They support group discussions or shared tasks and can be easily rearranged. Choosing adaptable solutions makes it easier to switch from art time to circle time effortlessly.

Encouraging Self-Led Learning Through Furniture

Children love doing things on their own. With the help of accessible tools like a montessori shelf with storage, children can pick their own learning materials and tidy up independently. Pairing this with open offset shelves helps children locate resources easily, promoting responsibility and independence.

Nurturing Calm through Cozy Corners

Group Learning and Social Spaces

Furniture like classroom group tables promotes communication and teamwork. These setups encourage collaboration and help children build essential social skills. When children sit together — perhaps on classroom bench seating — they’re learning more than the lesson at hand; they’re learning how to interact, listen, and share ideas.

Multi-Purpose Furniture that Works Harder

Why settle for one function when you can have several? A portable coffee stand can be used for role-play games, snack stations, or art supply storage. Similarly, a kids stool can serve as a seat, a prop, or even a step for washing hands. Choosing flexible designs allows teachers and children to use their space creatively.

Organizing the Environment for Independence

Children feel empowered when everything has its place. Use clever designs like offset shelves and montessori shelf units to add structure and flow to your classroom. These shelves are not just functional — they’re visually interesting and invite curiosity.

Storage That Invites Participation

The secret to keeping a classroom tidy? Making it easy for kids to help. Open units like a montessori shelf with storage and bins at their level show children exactly where everything belongs. This encourages responsibility and ownership of their environment.

Materials That Match Learning Philosophies

Natural textures are calming and less distracting than bright plastics. Many educators prefer wooden classroom furniture and modern classroom furniture because they blend beauty with function. These materials help classrooms feel like an extension of home.

Creating Role-Play Opportunities

Structuring Classrooms with Learning Zones

Well-zoned classrooms make transitions smoother. With tools like classroom group tables and classroom furniture tables, teachers can create different activity areas — reading, art, discovery, and more. This fosters a balanced learning environment.

Supporting Safe and Healthy Growth

Good furniture protects growing bodies. Choosing certified, durable childcare furniture with smooth edges and ergonomic support helps prevent injury. Whether it’s a montessori chair or a short wooden bench, comfort and safety go hand in hand.

Aesthetic and Emotional Comfort in Design

Children are sensitive to their surroundings. Incorporating soothing tones and textures through modern classroom furniture and wooden classroom chairs furniture makes them feel calm and focused. These elements support emotional well-being as much as learning.

Sourcing Quality Kids Furniture in Canada

Looking for reliable options? There’s a growing market for childrens furniture canada that emphasizes safety, sustainability, and aesthetics. From daycare furniture to furniture for classrooms, Canadian suppliers offer high-quality, functional designs crafted for young learners.

Conclusion

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1. What are the benefits of using Montessori School Furniture in early education? Montessori School Furniture is designed for child independence, accessibility, and purposeful learning. It promotes autonomy and helps children develop responsibility at a young age.

2. How do kids stools support a flexible classroom setup? Kids stools are lightweight and easy to move. They support group learning, individual tasks, and even imaginative play, making them perfect for evolving classroom needs.

3. Why is classroom bench seating useful in learning spaces? Classroom bench seating promotes collaboration, conversation, and inclusivity. It’s ideal for group work and helps build social skills among young learners.

4. How can I design a reading nook for kids at home or in school? Choose a quiet corner, add soft textures, a small shelf like a montessori shelf with storage, and some seating like a kids stool or cushion to make reading inviting and cozy.

5. Where can I find quality furniture for classrooms in Canada? Many Canadian brands now specialize in children’s furniture Canada, offering durable, eco-friendly, and child-safe furniture for classrooms and daycare environments.

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Effective Methods And Tips On How To Clean Kitchen Cabinets And Restore Their Shine

Effective Methods And Tips On How To Clean Kitchen Cabinets And Restore Their Shine, as recommended by experienced interior designers in Mumbai.

Introduction

Kitchen cabinets are an essential part of any kitchen, providing storage space and adding to the overall aesthetics of the room. Many interior designers in Mumbai emphasise the importance of well-maintained cabinets as a key element of kitchen design. Over time, however, cabinets can accumulate dirt, grease, and grime, making them look dull and worn out. Cleaning your kitchen cabinets regularly is important to keep them looking good as new and to maintain their longevity. In this blog post, we will discuss effective methods and tips on how to clean kitchen cabinets to restore their shine and make them look fresh.

When it comes to cleaning kitchen cabinets, it’s important to consider the materials they are made of. Different materials require different cleaning methods to avoid any damage. For example, if your cabinets are made of wood, you need to be cautious about using harsh chemicals or abrasive cleaners that can strip away the finish or scratch the surface. On the other hand, if your cabinets are made of laminate or metal, you may have more flexibility in the cleaning products you can use.

Before you start cleaning your kitchen cabinets, it’s a good idea to remove all the items from inside them. This will allow you to thoroughly clean the interior surfaces and ensure that no dirt or debris is left behind. It’s also a great opportunity to declutter and organize your cabinets, getting rid of any items that you no longer need or use.

Once you have emptied the cabinets, you can begin the cleaning process. Start by dusting off any loose dirt or debris using a soft cloth or a feather duster. This will help prevent scratching the surfaces when you start using cleaning products. Many of the best interior designers in Mumbairecommend using a mild detergent mixed with warm water to clean the cabinet doors and frames. Avoid using excessive water, as it can cause damage to the wood or laminate. Instead, dampen a cloth with the cleaning solution and gently wipe down the surfaces. For stubborn stains or grease buildup, you can use a non-abrasive cleaner or a mixture of baking soda and water.

When cleaning the interior of the cabinets, pay special attention to the shelves and corners where crumbs and spills tend to accumulate. Use a vacuum cleaner or a handheld brush to remove any loose debris, and then wipe down the surfaces with a damp cloth or a mild cleaning solution. For metal or glass shelves, you can use a glass cleaner to remove any smudges or fingerprints.

After you have finished cleaning the cabinets, it’s important to dry them thoroughly to prevent any moisture damage. Use a clean, dry cloth to wipe down all the surfaces, paying attention to any areas where water may have pooled. If your cabinets have any glass or metal accents, you can use a microfiber cloth to polish them and remove any streaks.

In conclusion, cleaning your kitchen cabinets regularly is essential to maintain their appearance and prolong their lifespan. By following these effective cleaning methods and tips, you can restore the shine to your cabinets and make them look fresh and inviting. So, roll up your sleeves, gather your cleaning supplies, and give your kitchen cabinets the attention they deserve!

Gather Your Cleaning Supplies

Before you begin cleaning your kitchen cabinets, it is important to gather all the necessary cleaning supplies. Here are some items you will need:

Mild dish soap or a cabinet cleaner

Warm water

Microfiber or soft cloth

Vinegar

Baking soda

Old toothbrush

Optional: Wood polish or oil

Bucket or large basin

Rubber gloves

Step stool or ladder

Lint-free cloth

Having all these supplies ready will make the cleaning process more efficient and ensure that you have everything you need to tackle any stains or grime on your kitchen cabinets. Many of the Top 10 interior designers in Mumbaiemphasize the importance of using the right tools and products tailored to your cabinet materials for best results.

When choosing a mild dish soap or cabinet cleaner, opt for one that is specifically designed for cleaning wood surfaces. This will help protect the finish of your cabinets while effectively removing dirt and grease.

Warm water is essential for diluting the cleaning solution and loosening any stubborn residue. Fill a bucket or large basin with warm water to have it readily available during the cleaning process.

Microfiber or soft cloth is the ideal choice for wiping down your cabinets. These materials are gentle on the surface and won’t scratch or damage the finish. Avoid using abrasive sponges or scrub brushes, as they can leave marks or cause the wood to lose its luster.

Vinegar is a natural cleaning agent that can effectively cut through grease and grime. Mix equal parts vinegar and warm water in a spray bottle for an easy-to-use cleaning solution.

Baking soda is a versatile cleaning agent that can help remove tough stains and odors from your cabinets. Create a paste by mixing baking soda with a small amount of water, and use it to scrub away any stubborn spots.

An old toothbrush is handy for reaching into tight corners and crevices that may be difficult to clean with a cloth. Use it to gently scrub away any dirt or grime that has accumulated in these hard-to-reach areas.

Wood polish or oil is optional but can be used to restore the shine and luster of your cabinets after cleaning. Choose a product that is specifically formulated for wood surfaces and follow the manufacturer’s instructions for best results.

Lastly, a step stool or ladder may be necessary if you have high or hard-to-reach cabinets. Ensure that you have a stable and secure surface to stand on while cleaning to prevent accidents or injuries.

By gathering all these cleaning supplies beforehand, you will be well-prepared to tackle the task of cleaning your kitchen cabinets and achieve a sparkling clean result.

General Cleaning Steps

Now that you have your cleaning supplies ready, let’s move on to the general steps for cleaning kitchen cabinets. Even a Luxury interior designer in Mumbai would agree that a well-maintained kitchen starts with clean and organised cabinetry:

🌷Remove all items from the cabinets. This will make it easier to clean the surfaces and ensure that no cleaning solution or water comes into contact with your belongings.

🌷Start by wiping down the exterior surfaces of the cabinets with a microfiber or soft cloth dampened with warm water and a mild dish soap. This will help remove any loose dirt or grime.

🌷For stubborn stains or grease buildup, create a cleaning solution by mixing warm water with a small amount of dish soap or a cabinet cleaner. Apply the solution to a cloth and gently scrub the affected areas.

🌷Rinse the cloth with clean water and wipe down the cabinets again to remove any residue from the cleaning solution.

🌷For wooden cabinets, it is important to avoid excessive moisture. After cleaning, make sure to dry the surfaces thoroughly with a clean, dry cloth.

🌷If there are any hardware or handles on the cabinets, clean them separately using the same cleaning solution or a vinegar-water mixture. Use an old toothbrush to reach into crevices and remove any dirt or grime.

🌷Once the cabinets are clean and dry, you can optionally apply a wood polish or oil to restore their shine and protect the wood.

🌷Finally, organise and place the items back into the cabinets, ensuring that they are clean and free from any spills or debris.

Cleaning your kitchen cabinets regularly is essential to maintain their appearance and prolong their lifespan. However, it is also important to note that the cleaning process may vary depending on the material of your cabinets. For example, if you have laminate cabinets, you should avoid using abrasive cleaners or scrub brushes, as they can damage the surface. Instead, opt for a mild cleaner and a soft cloth to gently clean the cabinets.

Additionally, if you have glass-front cabinets, you may need to pay extra attention to the glass panels. Use a glass cleaner to remove any fingerprints or smudges and ensure that the glass is crystal clear.

Furthermore, if you notice any deep scratches or damage on your cabinets during the cleaning process, you may need to consider refinishing or repainting them. This will not only restore their appearance but also provide an added layer of protection.

Remember, maintaining clean and organised kitchen cabinets not only enhances the overall look of your kitchen but also makes it easier to find and access your cooking essentials. So, make it a habit to clean your cabinets regularly and enjoy a clutter-free and inviting kitchen space.

Specific Cleaning Methods

Depending on the material and finish of your kitchen cabinets, there are specific cleaning methods you can use to achieve the best results. Let’s take a look at some of these methods:

1. Cleaning Painted Cabinets

If your kitchen cabinets have a painted finish, it is important to use gentle cleaning methods to avoid damaging the paint. Here’s how you can clean painted cabinets:

Start by wiping down the cabinets with a soft cloth dampened with warm water and a mild dish soap. This will help remove any surface dirt or grime.

If there are any stubborn stains or grease, create a paste by mixing baking soda with water. Apply the paste to the stains and let it sit for a few minutes before gently scrubbing with a cloth or soft brush. The baking soda will help lift the stains without damaging the paint.

Rinse the cabinets with clean water and dry them thoroughly. This step is important to prevent any water damage or streaks on the painted surface.

For extra shine, you can apply a small amount of wood polish or oil to the cabinets, following the manufacturer’s instructions. This will not only enhance the appearance of the cabinets but also provide a protective layer.

2. Cleaning Wood Cabinets

Wood cabinets require special care to preserve their natural beauty. Here’s how you can clean wood cabinets:

 Begin by wiping down the cabinets with a soft cloth dampened with warm water and a mild dish soap. This will help remove any dirt or grease on the surface.

 If there are any tough stains or sticky residue, mix equal parts vinegar and water in a spray bottle. Spray the solution onto a cloth and gently scrub the affected areas. The vinegar will help dissolve the stains without causing any damage to the wood.

Rinse the cabinets with clean water and dry them thoroughly. It is important to remove any excess moisture to prevent warping or water damage to the wood.

Once the cabinets are dry, you can apply a wood polish or oil to enhance their shine and protect the wood. Be sure to follow the instructions on the product to ensure proper application and avoid any buildup.

3. Cleaning Laminate Cabinets

Laminate cabinets are known for their durability and easy maintenance. Here’s how you can clean laminate cabinets:

Start by wiping down the cabinets with a soft cloth dampened with warm water and a mild dish soap. This will help remove any dirt or grime on the surface.

If there are any stubborn stains or grease, create a paste by mixing baking soda with water. Apply the paste to the stains and gently scrub with a cloth or soft brush. The baking soda will help lift the stains without scratching the laminate surface.

Rinse the cabinets with clean water and dry them thoroughly. It is important to remove any excess moisture to prevent water damage or streaks on the laminate.

Avoid using abrasive cleaners or scrub brushes that can scratch the laminate surface. Stick to gentle cleaning methods to maintain the integrity of the laminate cabinets.

By following these specific cleaning methods based on the material and finish of your kitchen cabinets, you can ensure that they remain clean, beautiful, and well-maintained for years to come.

In addition to these tips, there are a few more things you can do to maintain the cleanliness and appearance of your kitchen cabinets. One important aspect to consider is organising the contents of your cabinets. By keeping items neatly arranged, you can prevent spills and stains from occurring in the first place. Consider using storage containers or dividers to keep similar items together and make it easier to find what you need.

Another tip is to regularly dust the inside of your cabinets. Over time, dust can accumulate on the shelves and surfaces, making them look dull and dirty. By dusting regularly, you can keep your cabinets looking fresh and clean. Additionally, it’s a good idea to wipe down the inside of your cabinets periodically with a mild cleaning solution. This will help remove any sticky residue or food particles that may have accumulated.

When it comes to the exterior of your cabinets, it’s important to be mindful of the materials they are made of. Different materials require different cleaning methods. For example, if you have wooden cabinets, you may need to use a specific wood cleaner to maintain their finish and prevent damage. On the other hand, if you have laminate cabinets, a gentle all-purpose cleaner should suffice.

Lastly, don’t forget about the hardware on your cabinets. Handles, knobs, and hinges can accumulate dirt and grime over time. Regularly clean them with a mild soap and water solution to keep them looking their best. If you notice any loose or damaged hardware, it’s important to address it promptly to prevent further damage to the cabinets.

By following these tips and incorporating them into your regular cleaning routine, you can keep your kitchen cabinets looking clean and well-maintained for years to come.

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Create the Right Mood with Thoughtful Furniture Choices

A café is more than just a place to grab a bite or sip a hot drink. It's a setting where stories unfold, ideas spark, and people find comfort. One of the most important elements in creating that kind of inviting space is selecting the right cafe furniture.

When the furniture fits both the mood and the function of your space, everything just feels better. It encourages people to sit down, stay a while, and return often. That’s the kind of atmosphere every café hopes to create.

First Impressions Start with Seating

When a customer walks into your café, what they notice first often isn’t the menu—it’s the seating. Is it comfortable? Does it match the vibe of the place? Is it inviting?

The right cafe furniture helps answer all of those questions with a "yes." Whether it’s cushioned chairs, wooden stools, or bench seating, comfort should always be at the center of the decision. But it’s not only about comfort—it’s also about character. The furniture should speak the same language as the café's theme.

Different Cafés, Different Furniture Needs

There’s no one-size-fits-all when it comes to cafés. Some are quiet and intimate, others are bustling and lively. Each type calls for its own kind of cafe furniture.

A small café with limited space might do well with space-saving furniture—foldable chairs, narrow tables, and corner benches. Larger cafés with more room can experiment with varied seating zones, combining communal tables with small, two-seater spots.

No matter the size, what matters most is flow. Customers and staff should be able to move around freely without bumping into tables or chairs.

Durability Matters Just as Much as Design

Cafés see a lot of movement every day—people dragging chairs, spills, and regular cleaning. That’s why you need furniture that’s built to hold up. Strong joints, solid frames, and quality materials are must-haves.

Good cafe furniture is a balance of design and durability. You want pieces that look good, last long, and don’t require constant maintenance. Materials like powder-coated metal, high-density plastic, and seasoned wood are all great options.

Outdoor Seating Adds Another Layer

If your café offers outdoor seating, your choices need to go a step further. Outdoor conditions mean exposure to sunlight, dust, rain, and temperature changes. The furniture has to be tough enough to take it all.

Weather-resistant cafe furniture is key here. Look for UV-protected surfaces, rust-proof metals, and water-repellent coatings. And don’t forget storage—furniture that stacks or folds easily can be put away when not in use.

Colors Can Influence Customer Experience

It’s easy to underestimate how much color affects mood. Light-colored furniture can make a space feel open and airy. Darker tones offer warmth and coziness. Bright shades add energy and fun.

When picking out cafe furniture, think about the kind of experience you want to offer. Do you want people to relax and read? Or laugh with friends over coffee? Color plays a part in all of that.

Keep It Flexible for Different Days

Some days, your café might host a book reading or a small music night. Other days, it's a regular morning crowd grabbing coffee before work. Your furniture should be able to adapt.

That’s why movable cafe furniture is so helpful. Light chairs, small tables, and pieces that can be rearranged easily make your space flexible without compromising comfort.

Clean Designs Keep It Fresh

Cafés don’t need overly complicated designs. Simple, clean lines help the place feel open and fresh. Customers feel more relaxed in spaces that aren’t overcrowded or over-decorated.

Minimalist cafe furniture doesn’t mean boring—it means thoughtful. A well-placed wooden table or a neatly finished metal chair can add just the right amount of personality without going over the top.

Match Furniture to Menu Style

Believe it or not, your menu can also help guide furniture choices. A café offering quick snacks and takeaway might go for bar stools and counters. One serving breakfast and brunch could lean toward comfortable seating and spacious tables.

The right cafe furniture should feel in sync with the type of food and drink you serve. It all ties together to shape the customer’s experience.

Quality Furniture, Peace of Mind

At the end of the day, furniture is an investment. Picking solid, long-lasting cafe furniture means you don’t have to worry about replacements or constant fixes. It saves you time and money, and it keeps your café running smoothly.

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Furnish Your Home Step By Step With Mid Century Modern Furniture

Since purchasing all the furniture at once can be quite costly, it is advisable to visit site here proceed step by step moving room by room until you get to fill the entire house with outstanding designs consisting of Mid Century Modern Furniture that have great build quality yet still classical in finish.

Furnishing your home can take many approaches; you can do it all at once or gradually step by step until your house is fully furnished. Particularly when you are buying all your furniture at once, you should ensure you end up with good pieces that will interest you and make you happy each and every single day. However, one point that you should always emphasize when stocking your home with furniture is getting good pieces that will stand the test of time and in addition impress those that are viewing them for the first time. The best way to go about this is to focus on design more than anything else. When thinking about the design, you should consider mid century modern furniture that are designed and built with this element in mind.

Furnishing Room by Room

You can as well get your furniture and fill your house going room by room. Without following any particular order, you can get mid century modern furniture in the most important rooms such as dining, living, kitchen, bedrooms even on the outdoors and still end up with admirable results. The advantage of these using classical furniture is not only in their outstanding designs but also their unrivalled build quality that are produced with modern and sturdy raw materials that further accentuate their quaint design.

Living room - living room is the place where the family relaxes and also the meeting place for guests. In addition, it’s always the first room to be noticed by incoming guests and visitors. Since it’s the first room with the greatest impression, applying mid century modern furniture in such a place will have a good impact.

Bedroom furniture - bedroom furniture is wide ranging and do not necessarily consist of the bed per se as widely presumed. There are also other furniture and accessories such as dressing tables, wardrobes, storage drawers that also occupy the bedroom space. So when furnishing the bedroom, these should also be taken into account as they also make a lot of difference if carefully considered.

Dining furniture - Dining room is the default location for dinners both for the family and guests. When it comes to furnishing the dining room, sense and simplicity should be the driving factors. Despite the simplicity, introducing some mid century modern furniture design aspects will go a long way into making the whole dining set look classic. This can best be achieved with the dining chairs that possess great designs on the legs and back.

Kitchen furniture - the kitchen is fairly diminutive when it comes to furniture and furnishings. The kitchen basically is a place for receiving, storage and food preparation and furniture right here is more of functional that decorative. The common furniture in the kitchen is usually stools and storage shelves. However, some quintessential designs that are attractive can also be incorporated particularly on the rest stools within the kitchen.

Outdoor furniture - outdoors can really be a nice place to showcase your style and design ideas. Since those coming into the home are most likely to use or see these furniture at some point, investing in some style and design with mid century modern furniture is going to be very ideal. This type of furniture is going to recreate and remodel your outdoors and become the envy of everyone.

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Top Kid Friendly Bathroom Remodeling Bakersfield

When considering bathroom remodeling Bakersfield, you must make sure it is kids-friendly. This will promote independence while ensuring maximum safety and organization. It can also help enhance their routines. You can introduce everything from smart storage to fun décor to improve their experiences. Here are a few tips on how to make the bathroom spaces functional and delightful for your kids.

• Introduce smart storage options to reduce the clutter and enhance their bath time. You can make their time in the bathroom less chaotic by letting them have a space for bath toys and toiletries. It would also reduce the scattering of the essentials and allow them to pick immediately. Here are a few ideas on how you can reduce the clutter and enjoy a smarter option for storage.

o The first method is to use floating shelves along with wall mounted racks. The racks can help you store towels and toiletries. You can also use them to store other necessities that otherwise take up of floor space. You can also use floating shelves that are sturdy to ensure safety. They would not take up a lot of your floor space and give you enough space to get your things placed

o The next storage option is to use one under the skin. You can also use labeled storage bins or colour coded baskets to keep the items organized. You can also use child-proof cabinet locks to improve safety.

o There are the hanging organizers that are mostly used by general contractor Bakersfield to improve the storage. This can contain the brushes and toothpaste. It makes your essentials accessible, thus preventing clutter in the bathroom spaces.

o You should also have special toy storage shelves so that they have enough place for their bath toys.

• The next thing to introduce in your kid friendly bathroom is independence. You can provide that by offering sinks that are easy to reach. You should also make the toilets and countertops accessible for the kids. You can also use the step stool within the toilets to make them easy to access. When making a kid friendly bathroom remodeling Bakersfield, you should ensure there are enough non-slip base and textured surface. This would prevent them from slipping.  Adding an adjustable two-step design to accommodate the place for children of different ages. It would also help them reach the sink. You can also use the lightweight step stool that can be easily moved around.

• You can make their bath time exciting by creating a fun and inviting space. You can also add some colourful décor to make the experience delightful. You should use vibrant colours and themes that your child loves. For instance, decals like under-the-sea can make it joyous. You can also use similar shower curtains. Add some personalized accessories like towels, toothbrush holders and soap dispensers for your child. Make the wall art interactive and educational so that they have a fun time inside the bathroom. You can also use soft lighting or night lights to enhance their experience.

• The non-slip flooring is also a great way, according to general contractor Bakersfield, to ensure the safety of the kid inside.