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ultimate-chickennougat · 1 year ago

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| Your Salaryman Husband | (Vol 3)

Vol 1 Vol 2 (not required) Vol 4 Vol 5 Vol 6 Vol 7 Vol 8 Vol 9

Salaryman!Kento x Housewife!Reader;

When Nanami works at home...

Word Count: 1.2k

CW: SFW, domestic fluff, fem!Reader, light teasing, mentions curses

A/n: Domestic life is calling (as per usual)! Maybe I'll try writing in the mornings...

Three months.

It had been three months since your marriage to Mr. Kento Nanami, the ex-Jujutsu Sorcerer, current salaryman, and the love of your life.

And it was just last week your husband made a rather interesting decision, something that you were very happy about. At first, that is.

Nanami, a senior manager at an investment firm, already conducted the majority of his work online. Many people went on calls with their advisors, and lots of paperwork could be handled digitally. That was all good in his eyes, cutting down on paper and increasing work efficiency. He could get home quicker with less things to throw in his bag, which at that time of day was the second most prevalent thought on his mind, aside from you of course.

It was for those reasons, that his company started to encourage working at home part time, which included a one week trial period. Upkeep on a physical property was expensive, having to hire janitorial staff and keep snacks and coffee in the break room.

The first three days were to be as usual, going to work, and the other two would be out of the office, simple enough. As much as he loved being at home, training new employees was best done in person, and many clients still preferred meeting face to face. Hence, Nanami considered this to be a temporary situation.

And so the two of you embarked on your latest project, creating some form of a home office. A temporary work area, furnished with a simple desk in a well lit room, away from the noise of your actions that he didn’t want to disturb. Thankfully your house had extra rooms.

Nanami set himself up in the first floor guest bedroom. It had large floor to ceiling windows, and simple white and beige decor. He could put his desk near the window, and have a nice background of the garden you kept beautiful and thriving - something he didn’t get to appreciate all the time at work.

You were ecstatic all through the week since receiving the news, having two more days with your husband at home. Nanami was never a bother, and being the in the guest bedroom most of the time, he wouldn’t be interfering with your plans. Days one through three of office going had you almost wishing for time to speed up, for the first time in your marriage. The days you loved the most, were the ones where you could spend all your time with him, even if he was working, you assumed.

Finally, your dream four days in a row of Nanami began, it was almost like the weekend - just with work still occuring. The perfect time to show off your domestic skills.

Though you saw him all the time on the weekends, he wasn’t working then, and didn’t require quite as much energy. He already looked tired, something you hadn’t noticed before when he came home refreshed seeing your face. So you, as his dutiful wife, decided to make him something special to eat.

A fresh salad was going to be prepared using produce from the small vegetable garden you had started cultivating, but that marked the first of your problems. Nanami’s desk was right in the front of the window… in front of the garden.

You tied your hair up, and threw a light jacket before strolling out the door that morning. Nanami was already working, you could hear his busy typing and the rifling of papers on his desk as you walked by. He gave you a smile before you left, refilling his cup of coffee in the kitchen. Your bag was held tightly in your hands as you walked off to the grocery store and shortly returned with a bounty of items.

Food was cooked, and you and Nanami ate comfortably. He informed you of his day so far, and you did of yours before he left again, lunch break being over.

You missed welcoming him home. If there was one thing you had gotten used to most, it was the joy that giving him a hug and helping him with his things Monday through Friday gave that you couldn’t stand not having. Dinner, which was usually special after being apart, was the same as lunch. Mundane things were mentioned, most events already covered hours ago. No great office scandals to report, there wasn’t an important printer to jam at home, or a lunch to steal from the break room fridge.

The next day came quickly, and maybe it was lucky that it was the last. Tomorrow would be Saturday, and his work would be over. It was almost a hindrance.

As Nanami was being perfectly considerate, never having the volume up too high and keeping out of your workspace, you tried to do the same. The only problem then, was that it was cleaning day, for all the rarely used peripheral rooms of the house, including the first floor guest bedroom and surrounding areas.

The thought of interrupting your husband’s important work call was frightening enough as you pondered it in your mind, holding the vacuum as you rested against the door of the guest bedroom, having finished with the living room. You could hear him talking, his voice had a trace of agitation as he spoke through his computer, a difference intensified by the cheery voice.

“Goodbye,” Nanami spoke quickly, shutting his laptop and standing up out of his chair, as you continued to listen. It was a few minutes after 5:00 PM, and Nanami was done with work. You quickly ran away to store the vacuum, before you two could eat dinner, which you finished early.

“So how was it?” You asked, both of you seated with food on your plates. “It has it’s benefits, I see that now,” he responded, taking a bite. “First of all, I get to eat lunch here with you instead,” you smiled at his comment, knowing how much he enjoyed your cooking either way. “Then again, you seem more stressed than usual,” you swirled your spoon around the dish a few times, avoiding his gaze. “I like having you around more,” a truthful statement. “If I’m causing you any complication with your work, you should tell me, Y/n. Even if it’s just for a couple days.” he stated, putting his hand on top of yours. “I could hear you by my door, you know,” You opened your mouth, but were quickly interrupted. “Don’t even try to deny it, I am - was a Jujutsu Sorcerer,” the two of you let out laughs far better than the ones from yesterday. “Even a low grade curse is more stealthy, though I doubt one could cook as well… among other things…” He muttered, taking a drink of water.

“I don’t think I’ll be continuing this.” Nanami smirked watching your eyes light up. “The trainees were in sweatpants behind the screen,” you nodded, listening intently. “Anyways, we don’t have very soundproof rooms, now do we,” he added, “I’m sure it would make your work much easier.”

“I’ll still miss you, my darling,” your frown came back. He moved your hand so he could hold it properly, lacing his fingers between yours. “We’ve still got all weekend, right?”

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wizardsisananimal · 1 year ago

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is it possible to buy a sticker sheet of past stickers instead of joining the patreon? they're so cute..

thank you <|¦•) eventually yea, it's 1 thing to make these for patreon and another to upkeep an online store. i've got hopes to get something up and running sometime this year but been on the backburner

#wizard mail #wizard merch #for people who do join patreon i add a few bonus stickers from previous months in the 1st mail #so if people want a specific sticker can always ask

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selenevassos · 2 months ago

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Hi ! I tried to see if you every answered a question like this but couldn’t find it do apologize if this has been asked before </3 Do you have any advice for someone who’s wanting to get into embroidery :0 ? I wanna try it but it seems like such an expensive hobby to be uncertain of

hi!!!

this question is a bit tricky for me to answer from a hobby lens, i started doing embroidery with the intention of creating things to sell and it has since then become my main source of income.

i will warn you, it can be a very expensive craft to get into, but if it's something you're really interested i can't recommend enough checking your local sewing supply stores (not chain stores) - i think finding my local sewing supply shop changed the trajectory of my LIFE. no joke, it's awesome. stores who have partnerships with embroidery/sewing machine brands like brother, babylock, husqvarna, etc., (ALLEGEDLY) get machines with better parts than anything you will find at a chain store or online (given my experience with an amazon-bought embroidery machine when i first started... i believe it) ... they also regularly get machines in for repair or trade and sell well-maintained used machines for very fair prices. there are plenty of sewing machines that can also do embroidery if you're looking for versatility! i would definitely recommend checking out machines by the brands i previously mentioned.

embroidery designs are pretty accessible and you can find plenty of projects to practice with on etsy, but if you'd like to learn to digitize your own embroidery designs, embroidery digitizing software can be also be super pricey... if you don't know how to 🏴‍☠️ ..... (i don't) - i use hatch embroidery 3.0 for digitizing. it is a ridiculously steep price but they do have a 30-day trial if you want to mess around with it. before i moved to hatch, i used stitch artist level 1... it's not the world's greatest program, but i was able to learn the basics to digitizing on there and get really comfortable with what i make before moving up to hatch... which is really great. (price is insane but ugh... people pay more for adobe products i think)

i honestly learned everything i know on youtube, there are plenty of videos about learning to use your machine and digitize and anything else you could think of... lots of trial and error... you may also get some guidance from your local sewing supply store! i learned a lot from the people working there on machine maintenance and threads and upkeep and everything. watch other artists' content on how they work their machines.

i hope that answers your question, i am not the best at explaining things... i hope i point you in the right direction... i think finding a local store and spending some time in there will help you know if you are going to like it or not... gauge how being around beautiful and powerful embroidery machines makes you feel

#sorry ihope this helps anon #thanks for your interest #lalalala #inbox #machine embroidery #thisis my life... i hope i helped

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impkomii-misc · 3 months ago

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Hi I've been wanting to post my OCs online recently and looking for somewhere to store character information to share. I know most people use Toyhouse but I can't find any invite codes. Are UnVale and Refsheet good alternatives? I've also considered just making a Carrd website for OC storage but it seems like more of a pain to upkeep.

I've been using Milanote for personal notes and to share with my friends but that's not great for sharing online lol.

#toyhouse #toyhouse codes #toyhouse invite code #unvale #refsheet #ocs #oc stuff

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5starbabystrollers · 3 months ago

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How to Care for and Maintain Your Baby’s Stroller: A Parent’s Guide to Longevity and Comfort

As parents, maintaining our strollers is key to ensuring our little ones travel safely and comfortably. Regular upkeep, such as cleaning the fabric and inspecting the wheels, guarantees a smoother ride and prolonged stroller life. By following simple steps like lubricating moving parts and checking for wear, you can ensure your stroller is always ready for use.

Regular stroller care not only prevents malfunctions but also saves money in the long run. Strollers are an essential investment, and maintaining them with basic steps like proper storage and fabric care can help avoid costly repairs. If any mechanical issues arise, seeking professional help ensures the stroller remains safe and functional.

To keep your stroller in the best condition, ensure you follow the manufacturer’s care instructions and schedule professional maintenance when needed. By staying on top of these tasks, you’ll ensure that your stroller continues to be a reliable and safe travel companion for many adventures ahead.

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#products #strollers #how to take care #maintain #guide

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bellahomes1050 · 11 months ago

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Title: Explore Independent Art Stores Near You for Unique Home Decor | Bella Homes Interiors

Introduction

Are you searching for unique art supplies and home decor items? Independent art stores are treasure troves for finding distinctive pieces that can add character and style to your home. At Bella Homes Interiors, we understand the importance of incorporating unique and artistic elements into your decor. Let’s explore why visiting local independent art stores can be a game-changer for your home decor needs.

Why Shop at Independent Art Stores?

Independent art stores offer a curated selection of artistic items and home decor pieces that you won’t find in mainstream stores. Here’s why they stand out:

Unique Finds: Independent art stores often feature handcrafted and artisanal items. This means you can discover exclusive pieces, such as artificial plants and bonsais, which add a touch of nature to your space without the maintenance.

Quality and Craftsmanship: These stores prioritize quality and often showcase items like brass sculptures and Dhokra art. These pieces not only enhance your home’s aesthetic but also reflect excellent craftsmanship.

Diverse Styles: Whether you prefer contemporary, traditional, or eclectic designs, independent art stores offer a range of home decor items that cater to different tastes. You can find everything from sleek modern pieces to classic designs that bring warmth and elegance to your home.

Featured Art and Decor Items

Here’s a glimpse of what you might find at your local independent art store:

Artificial Plants and Bonsais: Ideal for adding greenery to your home without the hassle of upkeep. These are perfect for any decor style, be it contemporary or traditional.

Brass Sculptures: Timeless and elegant, brass sculptures can serve as striking centerpieces or subtle accents in your home.

Dhokra Art: This traditional Indian art form features handcrafted metal pieces that add a unique cultural touch to your decor.

Finding Independent Art Stores

To find independent art stores near you, consider these tips:

Online Search: Use online search engines or maps to locate art stores in your area. Many stores now have websites where you can browse their collections and even shop online.

Local Recommendations: Ask for suggestions from friends, family, or local artists who might know of hidden gems in your neighborhood.

Art Communities: Engage with local art communities or groups. They often have insights into the best independent stores and upcoming art fairs.

Conclusion

Independent art stores are fantastic places to find unique and artistic home decor items that elevate your living space. At Bella Homes Interiors, we believe in the power of unique decor to reflect your personal style. From artificial plants and bonsais to brass sculptures and Dhokra art, these stores offer a variety of items that can enhance your home with contemporary, traditional, and eclectic designs.

Explore your local independent art stores today and discover the perfect pieces to complement your home decor!

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satoshi-mochida · 1 year ago

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REYNATIS launches September 27 in the west

From Gematsu

Urban fantasy action RPG REYNATIS will launch for PlayStation 5, PlayStation 4, Switch, and PC via Steam on September 27 in the west, publisher NIS America announced.

Pre-orders for the REYNATIS Limited Edition are available now via NIS America Online Store for $99.99. It includes a copy of the game, collector’s box, art book, acrylic art print, multi-panel art print, and the digipak original mini soundtrack.

In Japan, REYNATIS is due out for PlayStation 5, PlayStation 4, and Switch on July 25. The PC version will launch alongside the game’s global release.

NIS America also confirmed the game will include special crossover content featuring Square Enix‘s NEO: The World Ends With You, featuring characters, locations, and enemies from the game. If you missed it earlier, watch the trailer here.

Get the latest details below.

■ Characters

Owl

A support group for stray wizards founded by Michiro. Keeps radicalized vigilantes in check and imposes their own sanctions on troublesome matters that the law-abiding M.E.A. cannot control. The M.E.A. has placed them under surveillance as a dangerous organization. There are only a few members: Michiro, Moa, and Nika, who comes and goes as she pleases.

Michiro Kujirai (voiced by Soma Saito)

The founder of Owl, a group that supports stray wizards with no affiliation. He has a natural inclination to care for others, and looks out for the wizards and their families in Shibuya. —Michiro acts carefree and elusive but has strong convictions. He invites Marin, who seeks strength without concern for group affiliations, to join Owl.

Nika Meguro (voiced by Asaki Yuikawa)

An 18-year-old high school student and former member of the track team. She was on the verge of death due to being kidnapped, and awakened to become a wizard. Hiding this fact, she continued with her track and field career until her friend found out. Nika was forced to quit the club. Ever since, her attendance at school has been spotty. Nika has been helping Owl for a certain purpose, and met Marin by chance in Shibuya. —Nika’s combat style focuses on summoning magic. Her familiars can attack distant or airborne enemies.

Moa Fukamachi (voiced by Rina Kawaguchi)

A 20-year-old wizard. Michiro took her in when she was down in the dumps, so she’s been his biggest fan ever since. People often see her as a cheerful girl because of her bright and sunny persona, but in reality, she is prone to depression. As she must hide her identity as a wizard, she satisfies her need for approval by mumbling alone and upkeeping a private social media account with 0 followers. —Moa can change her umbrella into a hammer, granting her the ability to deliver devastating wide range attacks.

■ Wizart

Explore Shibuya to discover street art and acquire magic powers to become stronger —Find a variety of art throughout this realistic rendition of Shibuya. This type of art is a magical circle called wizart, which can grant you new magical abilities. —Gain new powers by finding and obtaining wizart scattered throughout Shibuya. —There are two types of wizart: Skills, which grant special abilities or magic, and Abilities, which enhance your stats. Some are shared with the entire party, while others are tailored to specific characters. They’ll give you an edge in battle, so it’s important to always be on the lookout for new wizart. —Your wizart can be upgraded using experience points gained in battle. Ability wizart can be upgraded for additional bonuses to stats, while Skill wizart upgrades augment the power, range, and scale of magic attacks. —An example of magic from a Skill wizart at Level 1 and max level. Max out your Skills to unleash astonishing power!

Watch a new set of gameplay videos below.

Hoodie Combat

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Party

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Wizart View

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Skill Activation

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Hoodie Exploration

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Malice Level

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Stress level

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#REYNATIS #FuRyu #Natsume Atari #NIS America #RPG #Gematsu #Youtube

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digitdigitech · 6 months ago

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8 Best Shopify Apps For Product Feed [Boost Visibility]

Are you trying to find the high-quality Shopify apps to manipulate product feeds and enhance visibility? Look no further! Experience hassle-free Shopify management with our top-tier Shopify Maintenance Service.

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1. Socialwidget – Instagram Feed

Are you searching out an easy and efficient way to boost your product visibility? Look no further!

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Key Features:

Showcase an aesthetically desirable Instagram gallery

Let clients ‘store the appearance’ with five item tags in keeping with image/video

Sort posts from Instagram accounts & hashtags

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Leverage shoppable Instagram & TikTok feeds to your website online

Pricing:

Starter: Free

Standard: $9.Ninety/Month

Professional: $19.90/Month

Advanced: $49.90/Month

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2. FeedHub: Facebook, Google Feed

Boost your online visibility with FeedHub, the excellent Shopify app for product feed control. FeedHub lets you effortlessly create, optimize and publish product feeds to Google Shopping, TikTok and Facebook channels. Let us handle the upkeep while you focus on growth with our Shopify Maintenance Service.

With FeedHub, you could without difficulty configure product feeds to maximise accuracy and optimize your descriptions, titles and images.

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Key Features:

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Globalize feed in more than one languages & currencies

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Pricing:

Starter: Free

Standard: $9.Ninety/Month

Professional: $29.Ninety/Month

Advanced: $49.Ninety/Month

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three. Pin it: Pinterest Save Button

Pin it: Pinterest Save Button Shopify app

Pin it: Pinterest Save Button is the excellent unfastened Shopify App for product feed.

It permits customers to quickly and effortlessly add the Pinit button functionality to their Shopify keep so that customers can keep their favored products to Pinterest.

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Key Features:

Embed a ‘pin it’ button with one click

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Build a customised Lookbook with option to save merchandise

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4. Google Shopping Feed XML/CSV

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Are you looking to boom visibility and income? With the Google Shopping Feed XML/CSV app for Shopify you can quickly and effortlessly boost your shop’s visibility to customers worldwide!

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Key Features:

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Pricing:

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five. Google Shopping Feed Advanced

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Key Features:

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Pricing:

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Premium: $one hundred twenty/Month

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6. FeedAPIs For Bing Shopping /MS

FeedAPIs For Bing Shopping /MS app for Shopify

For Shopify merchants in need of a reliable, clean-to-use product feed solution as a way to raise visibility and brings consequences, the FeedAPI for Bing Shopping/MS app ought to pinnacle the listing.

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Key Features:

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Optimize campaigns with clever filters & bulk edit alternatives

Create & put up service provider promotions for particular merchandise

Pricing:

Up To 500 Products: $four.Ninety nine/Month

Max one thousand Products: $eight.Ninety nine/Month

Max 5000 Products: $thirteen.99/Month

Max 10000 Products: $17.Ninety nine/Month

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7. AfterShip Feed for TikTok Shop

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Immersive mobile shopping with notifications & wishlists

One-click on automobile product sync to TikTok & cell apps

Pricing:

Free: Free

Essentials: $18/month

Pro: $119/month

8. Flexify: Facebook Product Feed

Flexify: Facebook Product Feed Shopify app

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Key Features:

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Customize ads and targeting options

Supports multiple languages and currencies

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Pricing:

Free-Forever: Free

Premium – Small: $29/Month

Premium – Medium: $forty nine/Month

Premium – Large: $seventy nine/Month

Final Words

The apps we mentioned have the ability to growth your product visibility and amplify your reach.

Feed optimization let you enhance your keep’s universal performance and generate greater conversions.

By taking the time to research and put in force the exceptional product feed app in your precise wishes, you’ll be capable of take your keep and product visibility to the following degree.

Also Read : 6 Best Shopify Apps For Frequently Bought Together

5 Best Inventory Management Apps for Shopify

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o-ddel · 7 months ago

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Tape Hair Extensions UK – Oddel Guide to Luxurious Hair

Tape hair extensions have revolutionized the world of hairstyling. Known for their seamless blend, lightweight feel, and long-lasting results, these extensions have become a favorite among beauty enthusiasts. If you're in the UK and searching for the perfect tape hair extensions, this guide will introduce you to everything you need to know, including why they’re a game-changer and how to find the best options on the market.

What Are Tape Hair Extensions?

Tape hair extensions uk are pre-taped wefts of hair that are applied to your natural hair using a medical-grade adhesive. They lie flat against the scalp, creating a natural and discreet look. These extensions are versatile, reusable, and perfect for anyone looking for a quick yet professional hair transformation.

Benefits of Tape Hair Extensions

Natural Appearance Tape extensions are virtually undetectable when installed correctly. The thin wefts blend seamlessly with your natural hair, making them a popular choice for a polished look.

Lightweight and Comfortable Unlike traditional extensions, tape hair extensions are lightweight, reducing strain on your scalp and making them comfortable to wear daily.

Durable and Reusable With proper care, tape extensions can be reused multiple times, making them a cost-effective solution for long-term wear.

Quick Application The installation process is fast and hassle-free, typically taking less than an hour, making it ideal for those with busy schedules.

Low Maintenance These extensions require minimal upkeep, making them a convenient option for everyday use.

Why Tape Hair Extensions Are Popular in the UK

In the UK, tape hair extensions have gained massive popularity due to their versatility and high-quality results. Whether you’re attending a special event or simply enhancing your daily look, tape extensions offer a reliable solution.

UK salons and online retailers have embraced this trend, offering a wide variety of colors, lengths, and textures to cater to every preference.

How to Choose the Best Tape Hair Extensions in the UK

Hair Quality Opt for 100% Remy human hair extensions, as they offer a natural look, soft texture, and durability. This ensures the hair cuticles are intact and aligned, preventing tangling and promoting a smooth finish.

Length and Volume Choose extensions that complement your desired length and volume. Popular lengths in the UK range from 16 inches for a natural look to 24 inches for a dramatic effect.

Color Matching Ensure the extensions match your natural hair color for a seamless blend. Many UK retailers offer color-matching services to help you find the perfect shade.

Adhesive Quality Look for tape extensions with strong, medical-grade adhesive to ensure a secure and long-lasting bond.

Trusted Retailers Purchase from reputable UK-based retailers or salons with positive customer reviews. Popular options include both in-store and online platforms specializing in premium hair extensions.

Top Places to Buy Tape Hair Extensions in the UK

Online Retailers Oddel: Known for high-quality Remy tape hair extensions, Oddel offers a variety of lengths, textures, and colors at competitive prices. Oddel Offers an extensive range of tape extensions with fast UK-wide delivery.

Salons Many professional salons across the UK specialize in tape hair extensions. A stylist can provide personalized recommendations and ensure a flawless application.

How to Apply Tape Hair Extensions

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PARTIES: @debauchfairy, @realmackross TIMING: A Saturday morning in early April SUMMARY: Mack meets Kiernan for their first brunch were they share mimosas and all the hot goss. WARNINGS: None!

Kieran didn’t have many friends. It had made sense when him and his mom had been, y’know, basically hiding from the whole world and moving every couple of months but even after somewhat settling here in this strange town, he wasn’t even really sure he knew how. Sure, people liked him - of course they did - but those were all fleeting connections and perhaps a few too many of them tainted with imposed spontaneity and bad decisions. Not that he needed friends, especially not human ones. It seemed like a hassle when it came to upkeep and fuck forbid he’d mingle with fae again.

Enter Mackenzie Ross. Undead, apparently, but a talented and stylish actress. She had taste so it had been no surprise when she walked into Covet Couture but the fact that she’d been immune to Kieran’s magic had been a fun discovery. Not that he cared, seeing as he was decked out with hooves and antlers. She was interesting, and gossipy, and after way too many weeks just talking about it they’d finally set up a lunch.

“Stunning, as always,” he greeted as she arrived, picking apart her wardrobe with a satisfied smile. So far they’d only talked when she dropped by the store and a few times online so Kieran was happy they were finally doing this. Closed off from people all those years, he’d at least had access to the internet which had included Mack’s work along with every tabloid article of her glamorous life, something he’d deeply longed for back then. “I already ordered mimosas.” Could she even get drunk? If only he could reveal that he knew her secret without coming clean about his own.

—

It was nice to have a friend Mack could sit down and gossip with. Though she wasn’t much of a gossip, until she had a few glasses of wine or champagne, the real treat was finally getting to spend some genuine friend time with Kieran. She had met him at his little boutique in town, and they had hit it off immediately. He had reminded her of home; a place Mackenzie was still trying to figure out how to let go of. And until she could fully trust herself to have this zombie stuff under control, a place she would sparsely visit. Plus, all the talk and tabloids about Brody didn’t help matters, and while they were dying down, she knew if she had shown her face in LA, all the talk would fire right back up again. She had, after all, murdered her fiance by accident, and there was never going to be any solace from that. At least not that she could ever see or feel she truly deserved.

As she stepped foot into the small cafe, Mack let her eyes scan over the patrons finally laying sight on Kieran – The best dressed boy in the entire establishment, “Uh, I could totes say the same for you! Is this new?” She looked over his outfit and was impressed. “Everytime I see you, I swear you just get classier and classier.” She smiled warmly as she took a seat across from him at the small table. “You’re a legend.” Though Mack wouldn’t really be able to taste it, she was an actress and could pretend to enjoy it with the best of them; especially if he had thought to take the time to order for them.

—

Kieran gave something of a humble shrug, not quite matching the pleased expression on his face as he picked off an imaginary piece of lint from the sleeve of his jacket. “Hmm, maybe,” he answered slyly, smile only widening as Mack continued with the compliments. “How am I supposed to keep my ego in check if you keep flattering me, Ross?” Kieran asked, fully unserious. As if even a miniscule part of him actually wanted to keep said ego in check, where the hell was the fun in that?

Leaning back with a content sigh as the mimosas arrived, right on time, Kieran trailed the departing waiter with his eyes before turning back to Mackenzie. “What do you think? Worth a shot? I’m pretty sure he was looking you over but it seemed very PG so maybe just a fan. Although the sneakers are giving me a bit too much ‘frat boy’.” Turning slightly in his chair for a second glance, Kieran then cocked his head at Mack. “Straight, poor or just bad fashion sense, thoughts?”

—

Mack watched Kieran shrug, shaking her head in return, “I’m going to keep complimenting my friend who knows style okay? It’s few and far between in this town. Most of these people prefer the just rolled out of bed look, which is okay, I guess, but it wouldn’t hurt to see more people take pride in themselves.” Of course, she couldn’t always talk. There had been plenty of times Mack had been seen around town in an oversized hoodie, a ball cap, and yoga pants. But even then, she somehow still looked more put together than some of the people in the town. “Besides, that cut looks good on you. Take the compliment, Kieran.” She laughed.

Seeing the waiter walk over with the mimosas, Mack couldn’t help, but look up at him and smile, but as soon as he was gone, she could hear Kieran’s comments, “Well first off, he is cute. Not my type, but definitely adorable. Second, I have a girlfriend, so you don’t have to worry about me trying to steal him away…” There was only one man who would ever fully have her heart now, and he was dead. “Plus, with that outfit and those shoes…Thinking Frat boy with just bad fashion sense. Though the apron kind of makes him cuter in a Tyler from Wednesday sort of way.” Mackenzie didn’t doubt there were hydes living in Wicked’s Rest. She just hadn’t seen one yet, unless…She looked the waiter over again as he served people, “I say we question him when he comes back to take our order. I don’t want to just go off of looks, because I’m already thinking you two would be supes cute together.”

—

Nodding along solemnly as Mack, justifiably, took shots at the general lack of upkeep in this town, Kieran found himself surveying the surrounding tables to confirm her facts. Sure, some of them had potential, an eye for color combination and a general aversion to graphic tees (he shuddered mildly at the thought) but it was just so obvious which table took the prize for best dressed and best looking. “Well, if you insist,” he sighed dramatically, flashing his teeth. Just one of the reasons he was fond of keeping Mackenzie around, endless supply of compliments that were actually based on knowledge and not just empty flattery. Not that Kieran wouldn’t also accept empty flattery.

Mack spared no detail in sharing her thoughts and Kieran mulled over each one, having to suppress a slight eye roll as she mentioned her relationship - seriously, so much wasted potential. “That reference means nothing to me but he is weirdly making that apron work, that we can agree on.” Whether or not Kieran was actually interested in more than simply discussing this stranger’s pros and cons with Mack remained to be seen. “Alright, don’t go writing a wedding speech yet, sweetheart. If I were to date anyone and that’s a big if, I don’t think café waiter would be the way to go.” Or a human for that matter.

“Some subtle questioning does sound fun, though.” Kieran picked up the menu, glancing over it as he sipped at the mimosa, enjoying the bubbling of the champagne on his tongue. “You ordering?” he asked casually, itching to know what exactly Mack would prefer to be eating that wasn’t exactly available on a brunch menu.

—

“I do insist. So there.” Mack playfully stuck her tongue out at Kieran. This had been a friendship she hadn’t expected to form with such ease. But the day she entered his shop, and they first spoke, it was like the Fashion Gods had spoken up and told the universe that this was meant to happen, and after a few more interactions online and at the boutique, here they were discussing whether the waiter would be a good match, “Are you kidding me? You haven’t seen Wednesday? Okay, we need to change that, like, asap! You’re coming over for a Wednesday marathon, and then you’ll see what I mean. But until then.” Mackenzie pulled out her phone and pulled up a picture of Tyler from the show, “See? Now if he had the curls, we’d be in business.” She put her phone away, “But that whole messy thing is actually working.”

Mack took a sip of her mimosa tasting nothing as she listened to Kieran continue on, “Oh come on. I could totally see you running your boutique, and coming over here for lunch where your littles are running around in their miniature aprons following Daddy around excited to see fashion Daddy walk through the door.” A grin spread across her face as she looked down at the menu sitting in front of her, “And of course I’m ordering. This is a brunch date right?” She glared at him playfully, before scanning the menu, perking up at the spicy options available.

—

Kieran rolled his eyes fondly as she scolded him - he couldn’t exactly spend his nights on Netflix binges when there was so much else to do and see. Not to mention that he’d already spent too much of his life doing exactly that, substituting actual interactions since they’d been off limits and too dangerous. But he couldn’t exactly say no to Mack considering the fervor in which she pitched this idea. As long as she’d allow him to bring drinks. “Fine. If you find a way to make it into a drinking game, I’m in. No way am I watching teenagers fall in love or whatever while sober.” Kieran peered at the phone, giving a soft hum of agreement. It was a pretty accurate reference.

As Mack went into vivid detail of the little fantasy, Kieran’s face showed an impressive mix of amusement and distaste, eyebrows raising at the mention of children. “Oh, you clearly need to get to know me better if you think I could be trusted to raise children,” he argued, needing a good drink of the mimosa to wash down the mere thought of that. No fucking thank you. Waving off her glare, he turned in his chair to catch the waiter’s eye, holding up the menu to indicate that they were ready. “How am I to know if you’re on some insane actress diet or not?” Blood or flesh would definitely score as an insane diet, though maybe just on par with feeding on literal emotions.

“Hi,” Kieran greeted smoothly as the waiter shuffled up, shooting him a disarming smile and gauging the reaction. Placing his order, he waited patiently for Mackenzie to do the same, catching a glimpse at the waiter’s name tag. “Say, Benjamin, settle a debate for us, would you? In the new Baywatch movie, who is objectively hotter, Efron or Alexandra Daddario?”

—

Mack was ecstatic when Kieran agreed to join her for a Wednesday binge. It was one of her favorite shows, despite the main character looking oddly like Nora. She shuddered at the thought, but the actress was so good at her role, that Mack was easily able to look past the eerie similarities, “Yes! And if that’s the only way you’ll watch with me, then fine. But you’re supplying the alcohol, and it has to include Fireball. I’m not made of money here.” Actually she was, but that's besides the point.

“Oh come on, Fashion Daddy. Which is totally your new name now by the way. I hope you like it, cause that’s all I’m referring to you from now on! You’d totally make a great dad! Plus, those kids would have so much fashion in their blood they’d bleed glitter and rhinestones.” She took another sip of her mimosa, barely getting a hint of bubbles on her deadened tongue. “Because I am currently not an actress. Does Wicked’s Rest look like it lends itself to the entertainment industry. Goo Girl is a thing of the past. Thank God.”

Mackenzie watched as the waiter came back over, ready to grill him about his fashion sense to see if he and her friend would be a perfect match. Giving one last glimpse to the menu, Mack ordered the spiciest thing available adding some guacamole for good measure living up to that Hollywood stereotype.

As the waiter took down her order, he listened to the question at hand, while Mack easily shot Kieran a look of amusement. Once he was finished, he looked back up, “Uh, I’m gonna have to go with…” He chewed on his bottom lip for a minute, before looking back between the pair, “Gonna have to go with my man, Efron. Have you seen his quads, but more so his biceps? Gym goals. Like Alexandra is hot, and I’d totally go out with that, but dude. To spend an afternoon getting all the tips and tricks from Efron, would be golden, especially with this huge weightlifting comp, I’m trying to get into. I may not look like it yet, but these washboard abs are coming along. I’ll go get this order placed for you guys. Solid question though. Hope that helped.” He slapped Kieran on the back firmly, before walking off.

Mackenzie stifled a laugh looking between Kieran and the waiter. She definitely hadn’t seen that one coming, “Well, Fashion Daddy. Maybe you won’t have to worry about Cafe Daddy, since you know, he’s totally into weightlifting and hot chicks.” Her voice mimicked his.

—

“Fireball?” Kieran questioned with a grimace, followed by a soft shake of his head. “I’ll bring it but I’m not touching that shit. Also, remind me, how much was that bracelet of yours?” He nodded towards her wrist with a knowing expression, as if he wasn’t properly decked out with expensive accessories himself. In his defense, many of them had been gracious gifts, given with various amounts of conscious willingness. “Woah, I don’t look anywhere old enough to deserve that nickname, alright? Respect the age restrictions of the Daddy title,” he argued with a laugh, fully deflecting from the conversation of children now.

Clicking his tongue, Kieran cocked his head. “Aw, come on. You’ll always be an actress at heart. Can’t run away from your true self.” Wasn’t that just the truth.

The question had been a silly one, testing the waters and mostly gauging whether or not their waiter would be appalled at the idea of picking a man as the hotter choice, objectively or not. Kieran had not expected the way his soul begged to leave his body as Benjamin expanded oh so eloquently on his answer. Stifling a groan as the man slapped his back, Kieran let his eyes close in pure disappointment, mostly because he’d had to listen to that. “Wow,” he breathed, straightening in his seat.

Downing the rest of his mimosa as Mackenzie’s dream of a happy little family shattered, Kieran shuddered dramatically at her eerie impression. “Yeah, that’s a solid pass. Maybe I’ll check in after a few months though, see how those washboard abs are coming along. He might do if he just… doesn’t do a lot of talking.”

—

Mackenzie knew Fireball was gross. Every time she mentioned it, she often got the same reaction, but until someone made something much hotter to satiate her dead taste buds, the zombie was stuck drinking it, if she wanted a slight buzz. That was just the cards she had been dealt. The bracelet and the actress at heart comment were something of a different tale, and she quickly looked away as if she hadn’t heard him.

Unfortunately, Kieran’s cards were looking a little different at the moment. He would forever be Fashion Daddy. That much was settled. But it no longer was the waiter who Mack saw as someone being a viable option for her sassy and extremely fashionable friend. It was still hilarious though, especially the shoulder slap, “Oh come on. You don’t want to hear him talk all day about how good his body looks and what happened at the gym with his bros? I’m sure he’s got some extra spicy tales. And then, just think, you could give him a nice shoulder massage and feel those firm deltoids.” Mackenzie hated herself for knowing as much as she did about what gym rats focused on. “But I do have one question…based on how hard that back slap was…is he actually as strong as he lets on? Cause looked on the scrawny side to me.” She finished the mimosa.

—

The complete lack of response didn’t go unnoticed - talented actress or not, there was no faking that she hadn’t heard him. Nevertheless, Kieran wasn’t here to dig into topics that were clearly off limits, that sounded grueling and emotional. And she’d dropped the whole ‘literal dad’ discussion without a second thought so they seemed to be on the same, unspoken wave length. Fuck those topics, onto bigger and better things.

Not Benjamin, though. “Yeah, no. There’s only room for one conceited individual in the bedroom and that position is already filled.” Kieran gestured to himself with a flourish before giving a sigh, glancing once more over his shoulder to the man whose looks were wasted on an absolutely tragic personality. “I do love some nice shoulders, though,” he added wistfully, only partially joking. He did not appreciate anything enough to go to the lengths of a shoulder massage - seriously, if anyone was getting spoiled, it was obvious who should be the first choice.

Laughing at her question, Kieran made a show of thinking it over. “He’s definitely leaning more towards Efron in Hairspray,” he concluded. “But it was still an unnecessarily straight slap.” Holding up his empty glass to catch the attention of any waiter that wasn’t Brojamin, Kieran shamelessly ordered another round for the pair of them, ready to settle down for a continued discussion about things with no real emotional relevance whatsover. And wasn’t that really the perfect thing to go along with a nice brunch?

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title: we didn’t get it right, but love we did our best

pairing: tifa lockhart / aerith gainsborough

words: 4.3k words

tags: Major Character Death, Apocalypse, End of the World, mix of modern and canon divergence au, Social Commentary, Angst and Tragedy, Hurt/Comfort, can be read without romance, Past Tifa Lockhart/Cloud Strife

summary:

First, the world ends.

Then, Tifa meets Aerith.

[AO3]

The world ends on a day just like this one. This one, and every day before it.

Tifa is tending her bar. As always. She woke up this morning with a crick in her neck that abates just a bit after some careful massaging. Despite everything, she’s not really a morning person; the sun takes time to seep into her skin. Despite it all, she heads out to run errands at a prompt nine in the morning to get everything set up for Seventh Heaven’s noontime opening.

The thing they don’t tell you, when you try to start something yourself: there is never enough money. Not for the food, for the drinks, for the damn building. Maintenance costs run her out of house and home, into a dingy Stargazer Heights apartment furnished with little else than her bed and a decrepit television set that doesn’t even connect to cable. The room always tastes like static and dust, but Tifa loves it fiercely, because she has no other choice.

This particular morning, she stops by the grocery store to stock up on eggs and canned soup, and a few impulse purchases that she really does believe she’ll eat in the next week—a promise she makes every week and only sometimes follows through on.

(Of course, the irony in this is that there is no week ahead—the time remaining is markedly less than even a day. The soup boils and burns in the fires, and the eggs become soft and yolky, dripping from the fridge.)

After that, she swings by the home decor store to buy new glassware to replace the ones that broke this past month. The store can be described only as the world contained in aisles decorated with pillows reminding one to live, laugh, and love. Harsh, ambient lighting makes the whole store hum an irritating D-sharp. It would be so easy, she does not think, to get lost in these aisles, to be a restless child wandering off, stepping into the between spaces where there is nothing. Oh, there’s the glassware section.

She could easily order the glasses online, but she likes to pick out all her items herself, test their weight in her hands, their smudge resistance, their rigidity. Maybe one of these days she’ll settle for cups made of more plastic than glass, but for now, she’s a stickler for quality, and too much plastic in glassware taints the taste of the drink. She’s been doing this long enough to learn little tricks like that, and hasn’t yet fallen so far as to start sacrificing quality for cost.

She brings everything back home, stows the groceries in the fridge, and lines up the glasses into boxes stuffed with cut-up Styrofoam that she’s accumulated from old packages. Needy fingers make do; she doesn’t always say this, but she believes it, wholeheartedly. The television blares static as she lines up the glasses, humming to herself a tune only she can find in its familiar buzz. Something that sounds vaguely like the opening song of a cartoon she watched when she was little, huddled on the carpet with Cloud and her favorite worn-out stuffed animal. Back then her eyes didn’t burn if they were open for too long, and her hands were always sticky with dirt or sugar.

The glasses are packed up all too quickly, and eleven looms just around the corner. With it comes opening, checking stock, mixing drinks. Another long day, just like the one before it, and the one before that, and the one before that.

That’s okay. Tifa likes what she does. A little bit of happiness in dark times—that’s what she promises, mixing cocktails to take the edge off. So even though it’s tiring, all the upkeep, the obligatory smile, the weird comments from patrons—it’s good work, it’s necessary work, and she does it all to make things just a little brighter, in spite of everything.

Seventh Heaven, on the outside, appears shabby: built mostly out of wood and scrounged-together pieces and located right in the center of the neighborhood, furnished with a big sign Tifa painted herself back when she’d first decided she wanted to be a bar owner and a porch for the people who need a breeze with their booze. She spends the rest of the time until opening polishing the countertop until it shines and reorganizing the lowest shelf of spirits for easy access. The Friday night crowds are the largest, and their drink preferences vary more wildly than on any other night; the shelf is crowded with all sorts of alcohol, chasers, and cocktail ingredients.

Halfway through, Barret—her partner in work, among other things—comes in with his daughter Marlene, who he sets at the bar to play with a stuffed monkey and watch the old sitcom Tifa’s left playing on the TV monitor set up on the wall. Barret then hunches over the bar in the seat next to her, his prosthetic arm thunking heavy on the wooden surface.

“All good?” Tifa asks, turning from the liquor shelf.

“Yeah,” Barret grumbles. “Been tough around town these days. Folks’re gettin’ antsy.”

“And no word from the Shinra rep?”

Barret scoffs. “‘Course not.”

The tragic irony in Barret’s work—and, by extension, Tifa’s work as his consultant-slash-friend—is that he is in many ways the de facto father of their area of the city, but that he is utterly unwilling to play the games of bureaucracy. For the past week, Shinra, the oh-so-godly corporation lording over the city like its own lawless government, has put a pause on all food shipments to the poorer areas of the city, leaving so many people to fend for themselves for food and drink. Sure, it’s driven up business for Seventh Heaven (for now, while people can afford it), and Tifa’s lucky to have Cloud do the legwork in getting supplies when she can afford him, but… well. She hates the hungry look in everyone’s eyes more than anything. The hopelessness.

“Would you get the sign for me, Marlene?” Tifa asks gently, and Marlene nods enthusiastically, happy to have something to do. She jumps down from the barstool and scampers over to the door, where she flips the sign from CLOSED to OPEN. Barret huffs, breathes in heavy and slow, calming the fire in him, as Marlene comes back to his side.

“We’ll be in the back,” Barret says, standing.

“Sure,” Tifa says. Barret makes a lot of the food when he’s not running himself ragged in meetings or distributing resources, and there’s another room back there with a TV and a box of toys for Marlene. A bar is hardly a good place for a child, but the two of them make do.

Barret takes Marlene through the door to the right, and they disappear from sight. Tifa will see them in a bit, once the orders start coming in.

The first customers trickle in—a regular with someone new in tow, a salaryman with a worn briefcase, the woman who always staggers in at opening and stumbles out at closing—and Tifa shuts her brain off, switching into customer service mode. An easy smile on her lips, a bit of sunshine at her fingertips.

The best-worst thing about being the proprietress of a bar with hardly any employees is that Tifa gets neither breaks nor days off. Which she doesn’t really mind, all things considered. A day off means time to think, which means she’ll get in her head about all the things that should be happening that aren’t, or all the things that shouldn’t be happening and are: gasoline-tinged air from permanently whirring machines, mako deficiency in the planet, people with sunken eyes and gaunt cheeks unsure of their next meal. Ash in the air from distant fires, laced with hopelessness. She hates it. She hates all of it.

Cloud comes in around five, after what she assumes is his latest job. He hasn’t told her much about it; hell, he doesn’t tell her much at all if she doesn’t pry, and that was true even while they were dating all those years ago. It’s not all bad, though—he’s just started to look her in the eyes again.

“Hey,” he says, monotone, ignoring all the tables of people staring at him in favor of beelining to the bar. Cloud’s got quite the reputation in these parts—he takes on any odd job for a price, which makes him invaluable. He’s the reason they’re not all dying of starvation, and the reason monsters rarely foray into their sector anymore.

“What’ll it be?” Tifa asks, wearing the smirk she saves specially for him. It’s a habit from all the years they’ve known each other.

“Surprise me.”

“You never like when I do that.” Nevertheless, Tifa turns and plucks out bottles for a new magnum opus.

“I’ve never said that.” She doesn’t have to look to know he’s pouting in that way only he does, half-indignant, half-scowl. Tifa shakes his drink up and pours it: a vaguely pink concoction tinged with lilac extract and citrus, hardened by vodka. This one’s off-menu, one of her experiments. Cloud takes one sip and his nose scrunches up before relaxing hurriedly.

“Not your style?” Tifa asks.

“It’s not that,” he says. She knows him well enough to tell when he’s being polite and when he’s not, so she knows it’s not that he doesn’t like it. It’s that he’s used to eating gruel and protein bars, so anything with flavor can be too much. She knows this, and waits for him to say it. “It’s just… different.”

“Good different or bad different?”

He thinks for a moment, and says, “Good different.”

“I’m glad.” She rests her elbows on the bar and leans over. “How was work?”

“Fine. Today I tracked down someone’s chickens.”

It’s more than she’s gotten out of him in years. Some things do change. “Sounds fun.”

“Eh.” Cloud shrugs and takes another sip of his drink.

“So? Got any plans for the night?”

Cloud scoffs. “No. Do I ever?”

“Sounds about right.”

Another customer calls Tifa’s attention, and she’s back in work mode.

Seven comes and goes, and with it comes the arrival of the rest of their friends: Jessie, Biggs, and Wedge. The three of them crowd around a table and watch as Barret emerges, haggard, from the back, Marlene sitting in the crook of his elbow. The two of them take the remaining seat at the table and cheering breaks out among them.

“Another day down!” Jessie cheers.

“And another day tomorrow!” Wedge adds.

Back at the bar, Cloud sighs. “Are they ever quiet?”

“I’m just surprised you’re still here to see it,” Tifa says. “Usually you’re home by now.”

Cloud scowls. “I don’t know. I got a bad feeling tonight.”

His intuition is usually right, which makes Tifa apprehensive. All those years in the military, she guesses, honing his senses for danger. Not for the first time, she wishes they lived in a world where Cloud had never sacrificed his body for war, and she had never had to run from a burning village.

She shuts that line of thinking down quickly.

“Tifa, baby!” a regular calls out, clearly high on more than drink. Maybe life. Maybe substances. Not Tifa’s business, anyway. “You doin’ anything tonight?”

“Tending the bar, Jimmy,” Tifa replies, “as always.”

“You oughta get out more,” he says. “See the world.”

“Maybe, if I can find the time.”

“Time’s bogus. Where’re you gonna find it if you don’t make it yourself?”

There’s truth there, the kind that makes Tifa uncomfortable. She laughs hollowly, and Cloud glares until Jimmy plops his forehead down on the bartop, spent.

By eleven, the bar’s mostly cleared out—Cloud’s gone home, as have Jessie, Wedge, Barret, and Marlene, leaving Biggs behind—and there are just a few people left, sad or drunk or both. Biggs has replaced Tifa behind the bar, giving her a chance to take a seat at one of the barstools.

“It’s weird,” Biggs says. “I get the feeling tonight is the last time I’ll see anyone.”

“That is weird,” Tifa says.

“I told you.” Biggs crosses his arms over his chest, his leather harness shifting with the movement. Tifa’s never understood why he wears that, but she supposes it does look good.

Tifa closes her eyes, bracing herself against the bartop. Her eyelids feel heavy; they always do this time of night, even though her schedule is such that she stays up this late every night.

It’s in this brief moment of peace that the first explosion sounds. The entire building shudders, down to the earth it’s built into. Tifa lurches forward; Biggs catches her, extending one hand to catch her shoulder before her face hits the wooden counter.

“What was that?” he asks, looking at the door. The patrons who aren’t dead drunk have crowded the windows, staring outside. One of them opens the door.

“I don’t know.” Tifa stands, wobbly, and makes her way to the door.

Outside is chaos. Fire rains down from the sky, taking with it chunks of metal and burning wood. The city is in disarray: on fire, buildings caved in, people running around screaming, searching for shelter where there is none. Their buildings are not built sturdy enough to withstand this kind of carnage. Tifa’s chest feels tight; she can’t breathe.

“Jesus Christ,” Biggs whispers, right behind her. She can practically hear his mind racing a mile a minute—she and Biggs are too similar in too many ways, and their capacity for worry is one such example.

It’s impossible to tell what the source of the destruction is. Where did the burning start? Where do the fires end? No matter where Tifa looks, there’s smoke and ash and flames, and screaming.

“Get down!” Biggs shouts, pulling Tifa down to the wood of the porch as a chunk of burning metal flies over their heads and into the neighboring building.

“What the…” Tifa can only stare for a moment before her entire body starts trembling.

The wind picks up, whirling all around them, spewing ash and dust every which way. There’s no shelter—there’s no running.

“We’ve got to make sure everyone’s okay!” Biggs shouts over the noise, the din of dying.

“Right!” Tifa nods and takes his hand, letting him lead the way, bracing them against the wind. She doesn’t trust her feet to carry her without support, and Biggs is always steadying, even in the worst of circumstances. They shove their way through the mob of people bemoaning their lack of shelter options, since their homes are all made of wood and cheap metals, easily crumbled in natural disasters. Not like the skyscrapers in the center of town, or the Shinra live-in workers’ homes, all hard steel and indestructible titanium. They’re probably fine.

The first house they stop by is Jessie’s; it takes longer than either of them would like, pushing through a multitude of forces. The door is wide open, and two of the theater girls who live there are huddled under the table. Jessie, however, is nowhere to be found, the buildings on either side of her place having crumbled, and the street decorated in ash. Tifa and Biggs exchange concerned looks and continue on.

Next, they find Wedge’s place, now devoid of the cats it usually crawls with. On a normal day, one can hardly reach Wedge’s front door without being assaulted by at least two cats playing guard duty. Today, not only are there none in sight, there is also the marked lack of Wedge himself anywhere, either; when Biggs pounds his fist against the door, there’s no response. Tifa kicks the door down: they find all the lights off and the inside strangely silent.

The last place they look is Stargazer Heights, the apartment building where Tifa and Cloud both live. But…

The entire building is in ruins. The second floor’s caved in, a rusty chunk of steel laying where Tifa’s room used to be, and the doors on the first floor have all flown off their hinges, exposing their crumbling interiors.

Tifa falls to her knees.

“Cloud…” she gasps.

“He’s fine,” Biggs reassures her, a comforting hand on her shoulder. “He’s strong. I’m sure he got out before…”

He swallows, not able to finish the sentence.

It’s not fair. Tifa’s chest burns. There are no answers to what’s happening, no understanding, except that they’re dying because the planet is tired and taking it out on tired people—

“I’m gonna take a closer look,” Biggs says.

“Okay.” Tifa’s voice sounds small and helpless, even to her, the single word snatched away by the wind.

“Be right back.” Biggs dashes off toward the building’s husk.

It’s not fair. That’s the only thing Tifa can think, the sentence running through her head over and over like somehow it contains any answers. It doesn’t. Life isn’t fair and money isn’t fair and the planet isn’t fair. And death isn’t fair.

Then when she looks up, the wind whips a plate of metal encased in flames from its course, careening it toward where Tifa sits, helpless. She could do something about that. She could roll away or kick at it. Anything.

She doesn’t.

There isn’t any fighting a dying planet taking its revenge.

Her eyes open to blank nothingness. White space.

Tifa’s head hurts. Was it all a dream? Did she lose it and down all her stock herself?

But no—something tells her everything is real, and she’s—

White spreads out everywhere, reflecting on itself, creating strange rippling light. There seems to be a floor, but that’s white too, impossible to differentiate from anything else. Tifa’s standing on it; that’s all she knows.

And in front of her sits a girl.

A girl in a red dress, the neck cut low and dancing over her chest, spaghetti straps holding it to her shoulders. The hem is laid out on the floor, fanned out around the girl’s knees, which are folded under her.

The girl’s name is Aerith. Tifa doesn’t know her.

She doesn’t know how she knows that name.

“Hey there,” Aerith says. “You’re here.”

“Do you know me?”

Aerith smiles, bittersweet. “I think so.”

“Oh.” Both of them are quiet for a moment, before Tifa finally asks, “Where are we?”

“That’s a tough question to answer.” Aerith brushes nonexistent dust off her dress, smoothing out its folds. “We’re somewhere in between the planet and the conscious world. Something like that.”

“The planet…” Tifa looks around, like answers will make themselves known, but there is still nothing to be found in any direction. “So it was a natural disaster?”

Aerith cocks her head. She looks like she’s listening to something, closing her eyes and running a hand over the floor. Then, she opens her eyes and says, “Yes and no. The thing is, the planet is like us—with boundaries and needs. And when it’s being killed, well…”

“No one in that town did anything wrong,” Tifa says hotly. She takes a step toward Aerith, who doesn’t even flinch. “It’s those—those jerks at Shinra who—”

“I know,” Aerith says. “I know.”

Frustrated, Tifa lets out a strangled noise and buries her face in her hands. It feels so helpless. She feels so trapped.

“So?” When she finally speaks again, her voice sounds hoarse and damaged. Like something is broken. “Am I dead?”

“Something like it,” Aerith says. “When we die, we return to the planet. The lifestream.”

“Right,” Tifa says bitterly. It’s not that she doesn’t have any appreciation for this spiritual crap; she just thinks she and her friends don’t deserve to die for the wrongdoings of the people at the top, the people who don’t care about anything but their profit margins for this quarter.

“The world is ending,” Aerith says. It surprises Tifa less than it maybe should. “If it helps. No one is making it out alive.”

Tifa grinds her teeth. “It doesn’t help.”

“Sorry.”

“And you? Are you dead, too?”

“I’m an Ancient,” Aerith says, “which means I’m just as much a part of the planet alive as I am dead.”

“What does that mean?”

“I don’t know.”

This is so frustrating. “So I’m dead, but I’m not dead. And everyone I care about is also dead but not dead. And I’m stuck here with… with…”

“With me,” Aerith says. “Not for long. Once the chaos on top stops, we’ll stop being conscious and join the planet for real.”

“That’s horrible,” Tifa informs her.

“I know that.”

“There’s nothing we can do?”

Aerith shakes her head.

All the fight leaves Tifa’s body. Her hands relax, leaving biting crescents in her palms where her nails had dug in too hard. She sits down, swallowing down the promise of tears.

“Hey,” Aerith says, “it’s okay.”

“It’s not,” Tifa replies.

“Okay, you’re right. It’s not. But you’re not alone.”

Tifa takes in a shaky breath. At least she’s not alone, and she knows she’ll go out with dignity because propriety states she will not cry in front of someone she barely knows.

“Why don’t we spend our last moments alive remembering all the good parts?” Aerith suggests.

“The good parts?”

“Yeah!” She scooches closer to Tifa and shifts to cross her legs in front of her, heedless of the social rule that dictates pretty girls in pretty dresses should not sit in such ways. “Like, for example, here’s a happy moment for me. I lived with my mom, and I got to spend a lot of time growing flowers. One time I got so distracted talking to them that I fell asleep, and my mom came to find me. When she woke me up… I’ve never felt as loved as I did then.”

“That’s sweet,” Tifa says.

“I’m sure you’ve got something like that.”

She has to rack her brain a bit, but in the end, the question isn’t as hard as Tifa initially thought. She tells Aerith about climbing to the top of the windmill with Cloud as teenagers and tracing patterns into the stars, creating their own constellations that looked nothing like the names they gave them. It was one of the few things to do in a village situated in the middle of nowhere. Aerith smiles at the story, her eyes never leaving Tifa’s face.

“Tell me another,” Aerith breathes.

So Tifa tells her about the bar. About cleaning up Seventh Heaven, buying the building and fixing it up, what it took to build the perfect atmosphere. Her favorite drinks, her experiments. Her regulars. The way she could watch as the stress smoothed away from their brows for just a few short hours every night. The way she believed herself a bit of sunshine for people in the dark.

“I heard about your bar,” Aerith says.

“You did?”

“The planet tells me a lot of things.” There’s that bittersweet smile on Aerith’s mouth again. “I think the idea was we served similar purposes, in our own ways. Me with my flowers. You with your bar.”

Tifa blinks at her. “The planet told you about me?”

“Tangentially.” Aerith lays her hands in her lap, fidgeting with her thumbs. “I always wanted to visit.”

Tifa’s about to tell her to drop by whenever she wants when she remembers why they’re here in the first place. So, instead, she says, “I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t be. I should’ve…” Aerith trails off, and that thought is never finished. She changes gears. “Tell me more about it? About the people. What it looked like. How it worked.”

So Tifa tells her. Everything. About Barret and his knack for sniffing out the right spices, the tiredness that never seemed to dull the warmth in his eyes. Marlene and her stuffed toys, her favorite shows. About Jessie and Biggs and Wedge, a trio unlike any other, who came and went like the wind when their schedules allowed. About Cloud and the scowl he used to hide how he felt.

She tells her about the tables, the glasses. The colors of the drinks. The string lights Tifa hung up for special events, like Jessie’s birthday and Halloween. The arcade machine against the wall and the dartboard in the corner. The regulars who flirted with her, and the regulars who cursed at her. Aerith listens like there has never been anything more interesting, like Tifa’s handing her an in-depth playbook to a successful life.

“Thank you,” Aerith says, when Tifa’s run out of things to talk about, her throat gravelly and hoarse, “for telling me all that.”

“Yeah,” Tifa says. Something unfurls in her chest; something she doesn’t have a name for. “Sure.”

Aerith looks up into the nothingness. “We don’t have much time left.”

“I didn’t get to learn anything about you!” Tifa protests. “That’s not…”

“Tifa,” Aerith says softly, though Tifa can’t remember ever giving her name, “Thanks. For once, you let me know what it’s like to really be human.”

“You are human,” Tifa insists. “You’re just as alive as me. As anyone.”

She doesn’t know why this is so important to her. Why it matters so much that Aerith knows it.

“It means a lot for you to say it,” Aerith says. Static crowds the corners of Tifa’s vision. Is that an indicator of the end? The finality of everything?

“Aerith,” Tifa gasps, desperate. She doesn’t want to die. Why did she spend all this time recounting her life? What did it matter, in the end?

“I think, Tifa,” Aerith says, “in another world, we would’ve been close friends.”

“More than that,” Tifa assures her.

Aerith’s responding smile is dazzling. Perfectly happy, at peace, her eyes glimmering like polished emeralds. “More than that,” she repeats.

The static bleeds everywhere. The whiteness falls away. Aerith throws her arms around Tifa, holding her close.

Around them, the world ends.

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