#and colorful walls. wall hung toilet

[vivihun]

Bathroom - Eclectic Powder Room

[copperbadge]

[ID: Four images; top left is a bright white light mounted on the ceiling of a shower, and the top middle is the remote control for it, mounted sideways on a wall. The top right is an overhead light in my front hallway, which is an unusual shade of green. Bottom image shows a window in the corner of my living room, with a star-shaped lamp hanging in the middle of it, gently glowing with light.]

Ironically, this is all photography of the stuff I didn't intend to do today.

I've been considering getting an offsite storage unit (more on this in another post) and it turns out some good friends who live nearby were also, but neither of us need a TON of space, so we decided to go in halves on the unit. They're a little more prepared than I am to move in, but they also have a car and will help me move my stuff when they move theirs, so for the next week or until the project is done, I'm mostly going to be packing big plastic bins with stuff I'm taking to storage. And all the bins I currently own have my full name on them in big block letters, so I won't be photographing those.

A side-effect of this, however, is that in the "DIY" bin (which will not be going to storage but needed weeding) I uncovered a light bulb that fits my star light, which had been flickering due to a dying bulb. So I got out Darth Ladder and changed the bulb. I figured as long as the ladder was out, I'd replace the bathroom lamp with a remote-control version, and that's a whole comedy of errors, but suffice it to say this one, which has a remote and doesn't NEED good motion sensing, actually has great motion sensing. So while I hung the remote on a magnetic bracket nearby, I probably won't need to use it much. I had to hang it sideways to get it to work, so now it does kind of look like my toilet has a control panel.

I found one other lightbulb in the DIY bin, a Kasa smart bulb -- I bought one for my bedroom floor lamp so I could turn the light on without getting out of bed, but they come in packs of two and I'd just kind of stashed the other one to deal with later, then forgot about it. As long as I was already running around risking death on Darth Ladder, I thought I'd install one in my hall lamp. I have two hall lamps on one switch, but I like to leave the front-door lamp on when I go out so that I don't come back to a totally dark hallway. This way, I can turn the smart lamp (nearer the living room) off so I don't have two unnecessary lights burning.

Also as you can see, it has some rad color settings, so if I want to have a little hallway rave, I can.

I sometimes find listening to new podcasts kind of challenging, so today I had some comfort-listening: The "Art Nouveau" and "De Havilland Comet" episodes of Well There's Your Problem. The Art Nouveau episode is a "bonus episode" you get with a Patreon membership and that episode alone is worth the $2 a month.

[notf1obsessed]

love on display (Charles Leclerc X Max Verstappen)

It all starts with a bet.

Charles Leclerc and Max Verstappen, arguably the biggest rivals on the F1 grid, are dared they couldn't spend a day with each other, let alone build a solid relationship.

And who were they to turn down a challenge?

Chapter 2: Last Friday Night

There's a stranger in my bed, there's a pounding in my head,

Glitter all over the room, plink flamingos in the pool,

I smell like a mini bar, DJ's passed out in the yard,

Barbies on the barbecue, this a hickey or a bruise?

- Last Friday Night, Katy Perry

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After swiftly maneuvering through the crowd, Max pulled Charles into a night black car, which the younger one would later find out was an Uber Max had ordered before hand.

Placing himself beside the Monegasque, the older boy instructed the other to tell the Uber driver his address, which came as great difficulty considering his brain had short circuited at that moment.

Every inch of contact between both of their skin made the younger's body light ablaze, the alcohol amplifying the bitter feeling.

Looking out the window, the boy diverted his attention to the night sky above. Small flashing stars painted the canvas of black. The full moon hung lowly, observing the busy setting of Monaco; the home of glamour.

As the car swayed left and right, the liquids in Charles began to swirl as well, causing his face to go a sickening green colour, belching slightly.

Noticing the worsening state of the boy beside him, the older boy re instructed the driver in front with some slurred French. His hand

moved to support the boy's back, rubbing circles in order to help soothe the pain.

While the action didn't help numb the pain much, the thought of Max caring for him certainly brought some color to his cheeks.

After what seemed like an eternity to Charles, the car finally pulled up to an apartment complex, unfamiliar to him.

Almost immediately opening the door, he belted out of the car and ran to the building's door, only then realizing this wasn't where he lived. Just in time it seemed, the older boy re assured him that he hadn't gone mad.

"This is my apartment, you're too sick to stay the night alone at your's," he clarified as he opened the door.

Charles groaned at the thought of having to spend the entire night at Max's apartment, his rival's apartment.

Stepping aside to let him in, the Dutchman lead the Monegasque to his apartment, coming as great difficulty considering Charles continued on stumbling.

Finally reaching the apartment, Charles almost immediately sprinted into the bathroom (which took him quite some time to find considering it was his first time here.) Leaning against the toilet, he emptied his guts, releasing some of the previous pain that had been haunting him.

Noticing the puking boy, Max asked if he needed anything, because while Charles might be his rival, he is still human.

"I'm good," Charles began, but was quickly cut off by his own vomiting.

Realizing the boy would need some time in the bathroom, the older one disappeared into a nearby room, presumably to get ready for bed.

After an eternity of vomiting until he had nothing left to empty, Charles exited the bathroom, head still spinning but his liver in a slightly better condition.

Noticing the boy who had just exited, Max moved to guide him to a nearby bedroom, pressing on his back to lead him, careful not to push him too hard and stir his stomach again.

Opening the door to the room, the Dutchman pointed to a bed that lay against the wall, "This is where you'll sleep for the night, bathrooms on the left if you need it."

Rubbing circles onto his eyes, the other boy plopped himself face flat on the bed, not bothering to change out of his clothes.

Max laughed at the stupidity of Charles sleeping in his filth soaked clothes, causing the other boy to shoot daggers at him through his eyes.

"What," he mumbled, mouth still half covered by the bed sheets.

"You're really gonna sleep in those alcohol drenched clothes?"

Charles rolled his eyes before smacking his head back against the pillow, hearing one last voice before the door shut, "You can take your clothes off, I'm not going to be stalking you like a pervert at night."

Considering Max's words for a short minute, he stripped down to his boxers, this time properly getting into bed. He placed his phone on the bed side counter before slipping under the covers, nuzzling his face deep into the soft pillow.

It didn't take long before for the boy to drift off into deep sleep, tiredness overwhelming him.

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Awoken by the light seeping through the windows, Max's eyes fluttered open, immediately met with a blurred memory as to what happened last night. Lifting the covers off his body, the boy quickly put on a pair of pants and a shirt that were on the floor.

Opening the door, Max made his way to the kitchen, fetching some paracetamol and a glass of water. Careful not to disturb the sleeping boy, he entered Charles's room and placed the glass of water and aspirin on his bedside table. As he did so, he noticed a new notification on the boy's phone, it was from his text messages.

Don't snoop Max, the angel on his shoulder told him, but curiosity got the best of him.

Picking the phone up, he noticed the text message wasn't from a person, but a group chat:

"Lecstappen Bet".

Trying to open the message, he was met with the remembrance that Charles had a password. Practically sprinting to his bedroom, Max snatched his phone off the table, once again seeing a message from a group chat, "Lecstappen Bet".

Opening the message, he scrolled to the beginning of the chat, which took quite some time considering the amount of text messages they had sent.

Pierre added Max, Charles, Daniel, Carlos, Lando, Oscar, Logan, Alex to the group.

Pierre changed group chat name to "Lecstappen Bet".

Pierre: Bonjour bitches

Daniel: tf is that gc name

Pierre: i kinda made a bet with max that he and Charles could never date each other

Daniel: poor maxs wallet

Pierre: yh so I'm here to make sure I don't lose em 1000 dollars cus like he was pretty serious yesterday

Carlos: and why did u drag us into this

Oscar: yh why did u

Carlos: stfu Piastri

Oscar: fuck u

Lando: I'm not complaining I love drama

Pierre: cus I needed witnesses

Alex: tf is this court

Pierre: yes just roll along albon

Feeling slightly enraged, the Dutchman decided to also have a word in this.

Max: so what r u gonna do

Pierre: would u look at that, the man himself is here

Pierre: since u took Charles home with you yesterday take a selfie with him to prove it

Max: he's sleeping

Pierre: cmon u need a better alibi than that

Deciding to prove the irritating French man wrong, he strode towards Charles's bedroom once again, this time leaning on the floor beside his bed. He snapped a quick selfie, sending it to the group chat in hopes to humiliate Pierre even more.

Max: sent an attachment

Max: would u look at that French boy he is here w me

Daniel: lmaooo he js logged off 😭😭

Max: coward 🤣

Lifting his gaze from his screen, the Dutchman's eyes traced over the younger boy's features, examining him closely. His gaze wandered downwards, a thought that he would've never said crossing his mind,

Nice ass Charles.

[osleeplessflowero]

Day 1: Decorating + Pumpkin Carving🎃

You wake up in your bed a liiiittle bit too early, but once you remember that it's now officially October, you couldn't bring yourself to go back to sleep.

Since the universe decided to wake you up on its own, you're gonna make it everyone's problem.

You get up from the bed, changing into your clothes for the day and immediately walking to Killer's room, knocking on the door for a bit before it opens to reveal a just-woken-up Killer, rubbing his eyesockets.

"huh- what- what's going on- did nightmare need us to go out or something-"

"Good morning, Killer-"

"oh, hey. so what's the reason for waking me up?"

"It's October- We must decorate for Halloween!"

"..this early?"

"Yes, this early. We should decorate the castle before everyone wakes up to surprise them. And you were the first person I could think of to join me." 

"...can we set up pranks for everyone-"

"Yes, Killer- But they have to be on theme, remember that."

"i can work with that. okay, let me change-"

You wait outside his door as he changes into his usual attire, before walking out of his room and spinning his knife around.

"where to first?"

You eagerly grab his hand and run to your room, grabbing a few boxes of decorations you've been saving since you started living at the castle. 

"we're probably gonna need more than that-"

"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it. Now hold this." You hand him a fake spider web, moving the boxes out into the hall.

He simply chuckles and walks out after you, leaning back a bit before jumping up and hanging the spider web along the wall.

You take some smaller props and place them around, like small obviously-fake spiders in the most random places you could think of.

"what are the pumpkins for? like these are real."

"We're gonna carve them, obviously-"

"you still carve pumpkins?"

"Uh, obviously- come on, it could be fun. And I'm sure you'd be able to carve one with ease considering your skills."

Killer looks at his knife before looking back to you.

"yeah, alright. just let me move 'em before they get smashed or something."

You look through the box, putting up some mini (properly clothed) skeletons. (If they weren't, that'd certainly be scandalous..)

Killer takes some more of the spider web material, hanging it around Dust's doorway and taking some mini spiders from you, placing them in it. 

"How's this one gonna work?"

"simple. opens the door, face-to-face with spiders in a tired state. let the chaos commence."

"I like it-"

You take some toilet paper and throw it around, jumping up and trying to make sure it stays in place, dangling above the two of you. You tend to fall a few times until Killer just uses his magic to lift you up via your soul, which makes things easier. Once you've hung it up properly, you give him a thumbs up, and he puts you down to grab something else. 

You dim the lights in the halls, hanging up some pumpkin lights once Killer lifts you again, illuminating the hallways with a calm orange glow. A nice contrast to the usual color. 

You place some bats above the skeletons' doors as Killer sets up a can of silly string to go off in front of Horror's.

You pour out some fake blood under your door, putting some caution tape around it for both the effect and so no one steps in it while it dries. 

"Oh, I missed a bat- Killer, help me-"

"again?" 

"Yes."

He lifts you up. 

"where?"

"Nightmare's door."

"you got a death wish?"

"Might. It'd be fun-"

"if you say so." He lifts you over to Nightmare's door, and you carefully hang the bat above it. The door to his room is fairly big, so it's difficult to reach the top without assistance. 

As you carefully adjust the bat, Nightmare's door opens and you pull your knees up. 

"The hell's going on out here?" He observes the decorations you've placed. 

Killer, having not been paying attention, is startled and loses focus, letting go of his hold on your soul. 

You fall down with a surprised scream, before Nightmare catches you in his arms. 

"Morning, Night. Nice save." You smile at him before he puts you down. 

"Morning. Now answer my question."

"We're decorating for Halloween since it's October. So far we've only decorated this hallway, but we're gonna move to the other spaces." 

"Isn't it awfully early for something like that?"

"It's never too early."

"If you say so. Just don't decorate my office, I like keeping it clean."

"you've got it, boss-" 

"ah fuck- KILLER-"

"oh hey, dust woke up-"

"I didn't think you enjoyed Halloween this much." Nightmare turns to you.

"Halloween's super fun! Eating candy, dressing up in costumes, decorating, watching horror movies, carving pumpkins- there's lots you can do."

"Hmm..fair enough. Well, just keep doing what you're doing, I'll allow it as long as it doesn't mess up my work."

"You got it." You give him a mock salute as he makes his way to the kitchen to get some coffee.

"i thought he wouldn't like it."

"Same-"

Dust walks out of his room after cutting down the webs around his doorway, stepping out.

"like that one, dust? i put a lot of work into it."

"not your best work."

"oh COME ON-" 

Horror exits shortly after, unfazed by the amount of silly string that just shot all over him. 

"oh..is it halloween? did i miss a couple of days?" He puts his head up to the side of his skull that doesn't have a crack in it. 

"No no, it's only the first of October, Horror. You're good." 

"oh, good. can i help you?" He looks at you specifically, ignoring the other skeletons in the room.

"Of course- before we continue decorating the rest of the castle..why don't we take a break to do some pumpkin carving? We could show off our work to each other."

"i haven't done that in..years-"

"come on guys, we can see which one of us has the best design."

You motion for everyone to follow you, picking up one of the pumpkins you bought. Killer grabs two of them, and Horror holds one with ease. Dust didn't care to carry anything, so he just followed along. 

You make your way into the kitchen, sitting the pumpkins down on the table in there, before grabbing some knives and carving kits. You lay out some old newspapers and place the pumpkins on them.

"So do you guys wanna just wing it or follow a pattern on one of these sheets?"

"wing it, it's more creative." Killer points finger guns at you.

"Improvising it is." You close the small book of patterns, cutting the top off of your pumpkin of choice. 

Horror stands beside you to watch, the other skeletons across from you doing the same thing to their pumpkins. 

"Alright, time for the gross part." You reach your hand into the pumpkin, beginning to remove the seeds. 

"don't they make like..scoops for this-" Dust observes you.

"Yeah but it's kinda fun to do it with your hands, even if it's a bit gross. There should be scoops over there with the kit if you guys wanna use them, though."

Horror completely ignores them and just shoves his hand into his pumpkin, doing the same thing you are, pulling out the seeds and guts.

This process continues for a while until everyone's cleaned out their pumpkins, beginning the process. 

Killer decides to go for a cat design, Dust keeping it simple and carving out a classic face with triangle eyes. Horror decided to make the pumpkin into a house, adjusting it to build a small door on the side. He then places a mini pumpkin you got as a decoration in there, drawing a face on it with a sharpie. 

"is that a reference to the one meme-"

"yes."

"nice-"

"mhm."

You stand there a moment, trying to think of what you want to carve onto your pumpkin. What to choose, what to choose..

Then an idea hits you, and you get to work, using the carving kit for more precise carving. When everyone finishes theirs, they try to peek and see what you're working on, but you turn the pumpkin away. 

"Eyelights off until I'm done."

"the curiosity is killing me- let me seee-"

"Nope, not until it's done, Killer." 

Nightmare enters the room, leaning on the counter to observe the group. 

"Alright, there." 

You turn your pumpkin around so everyone can see, showcasing some mini skeletons, each carved to look like members of the group. 

"Like it?"

Killer gives you some thumbs up, Dust gives you a small smile, and Horror admires your craftsmanship. 

Nightmare puts his hand over his mouth, not showing the smile beneath it at your goofy little carvings. 

"I've succeeded then- we've got our pumpkins for the month. Let's go put them outside- last one out's a rotten egg!" You run out holding your pumpkin, the others chasing you down, and Nightmare walking behind each of you with an amused look. 

Everyone having fun is a nice change of pace. He'll let them have this.

[ao3 link :)] <

// WOW y'all like this one. Maybe I should make more "Bad" Sanses oneshots while I work on LOVE AND JUSTICE since it's focused on them-

Part 2 here!

[dsgirl2024]

The World You See | Prologue | Yoongi | BTS OT7 x Reader Fanfiction

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CONTENT WARNING

This story has explicit descriptions of death, drug use, alcohol use, addiction, sex, language, mental illness, suicide, and other possibly triggering content.

If this will effect your well being in ANY WAY, PLEASE DO NOT READ!

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ABOUT

Genre ☆ Fantasy / Romance (Fanfiction)

Rating ☆ Mature (18+ Minors DNI)

Pairing ☆ BTS OT7 x Reader

Story Type ☆ Angel BTS (AU)

SUMMARY

You've always seen the world a bit differently than others. It was like your magic power. And maybe that was why only you could see the lights that night. The big, astronomical explosion of lights that rained down to earth in colors you had never known to have existed until now. Little did you know about a divine destiny beyond your wildest dreams, and seven angelic beings brought down from heaven to guide you.

Apparently, the world is ending, and they're convinced that you're the one to save it. All you have to do, is figure out how.

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Blackness.

Interrupted by the opening of a door. Light seeped through the cracks, casting a fluorescent trail that stretched long on the floor as a lanky figure burst inside; disheveled and angry, an aura of gloom stalked behind him. The entrance fell closed with a gentle clack, any light from outside eclipsed by the room's darkness.

A hooded man in a raincoat stumbled through obscurity, falling into things loudly as he searched amidst the darkness. His hands scaled the wall--desperate, slapping its cold, stony surface in search of a certain place.

Not long had passed when his fingers brushed a smooth steel handle, the metal cold to the touch. Without any hesitation, the man yanked it forward, launching himself over the threshold and into his empty bathroom.

A dismal atmosphere, the smell of bleach and toilet cleaner wafted through the air.

It's been a rough night--Min Yoongi'd wager the worst night, and a suppressed sickness had built up in his gut.

Throwing on the lights, Yoongi practically threw himself at the toilet, keeling over and retching into the water below. Veins popped from his arms as he steadied above the bowl, emptying his stomach contents. Praying for a hasty finish.

He hated puking by the sheer inconvenience of it, the way it felt, how it left a foul flavor on the tongue, bitter and tart. The vulnerable, clamminess as acid burned his throat. Oh, and the smell--Yoongi despised that most of all; the sickly, vile aroma that hung around like an unwanted guest. Arguably the grossest bodily function.

Lucky for him though, it was over in minutes. His body graciously prioritizing relief, a blessing compared to the times he was forced to suffer instead. At least, he was grateful for that.

Yoongi hovered there for a moment, allowing his body time to catch up. He spat a couple times, cleaning his mouth of any chunks, then wiped the extra drool with his hands. When the circulation returned to his brain, Yoongi straightened his stance--a bit dizzy at first, and looked in the mirror above the bathroom sink.

The reflected clock behind him read 11:55 p.m.

Hood now fallen away, the face that had been shielded now stared back at him hauntingly.

Yoongi's skin was pasty and a cold layer of sweat shimmered damp on his brow. Shadows cradled the underside of his eyelids and his long, jet black hair clung to his face like glue. Even he was shocked by his own visage, so gaunt and hollow...

...and bloody?

"Oh shhhit.." Three large smears of red ran down Yoongi's lower lip, catching his attention. The marks looked like vertical slashes, as if claws had torn his flesh, though faded and dull in color.

Quickly, he looked at his hands, eyes widening, pulse rocketing. Heart hammering against his ribcage.

Badum, badum.

In a panic, the man removed his raincoat and tossed it to the corner, the snout of a dragon tattoo exposed on his neck. Eyes locked with his reflection, Yoongi swallowed thickly, nervously. Then, he dropped his gaze to his arms, mostly bare in the black t-shirt he wore underneath. A shallow gasp puffed from his chest.

There was so much blood.

Spreading up his wrists and all the way to his bicep, Yoongi was a vision of horror, like something straight out of the movies.

The blood smeared in a unique way, resembling hand-prints and human scratch marks. The man groaned, flipping his hands forward and back as his eyes scanned the extent of the gore.

"Oh fuck."

Yoongi bowed his head and frantically turned the faucet, shoving his hands under icy-cold water. He splashed the rest of his arms and face in hurried, wasteful motions, not caring that half the water missed, and flooded the floor instead.

He just wanted to be clean.

Clean of him.

Gazing back at his reflection, it were as if the mirror Yoongi was judging his him. Questioning the validity of his actions and waiting, impatient for an explanation.

"I thought you were a professional, how could you be so stupid, Min Yoongi?" It begged to him."You don't makemistakes like this, Min Yoongi. Just because it was him, doesn't give you permission to be sloppy. They didn't train you to be sloppy, Min Yoongi. You're completely fucked, Min Yoongi!"

A lump lodged deep in his throat, impossible to swallow, and the feeling of sickness returned.

It took Yoongi a minute to realize that he'd started to hyperventilate. Short, shallow breaths heaved from his lungs, making him light-headed as the rapid intake of oxygen gave him tunnel vision.

Thoughts proved difficult to form, though the man was aware of the trouble he was in. A panic attack was the last thing he needed to deal with right now.

Yoongi gripped the cold, porcelain sides of the bathroom sink tightly, grounding himself. Trying to snap out of it.

"Get a hold of yourself, idiot." He thought."Now's not the time." There were more important things to attend to.

Like making a fallback plan... and a fallback plan for the fallback plan.

But first he needed a clear head, a little... creative intensive. Something to ease his mind from the anxiety, because in no way did that offer him clarity or focus. Focus.

He had to focus.

Grabbing for the mirror, Yoongi tugged it off the wall to reveal a large, hidden divot. A secret hole, for his secret things. Things that had to stay secret, else he'd suffer the wrath of his country. Careful to not drop anything, he gently placed each item in the sink, eyelashes casting a somber shade beneath his lids.

An elastic band, a spoon, a box of matches, a bag of brown colored powder, and a syringe. The items looked innocent enough by themselves, however, when mixed just right, they possessed the exceptional ability to seduce the mind in deliciously, toxic ways.

And right now, he craved to be seduced.

Cooking the ingredients together was second nature to Yoongi, his pink tongue poked out in concentration as he effortlessly enacted each step.

Powder goes in the spoon, spoon goes over the fire, fire melts the powder into liquid, and the liquid gets sucked up by the syringe-- a murky, ugly brown liquid. And just a little more than before.

All done.

Everything will be okay now.

It'll all work out.

"It'll all work out"

Yoongi repeated that phrase like a mantra, soothing himself, before tying the elastic around his bicep and plunging the needle deep into his vein.

Stepping back towards the wall, the black haired man slid into a seated position, one knee bent and eyes fluttering shut. He exhaled serenely, reveling as his heart rate slowed and the dopamine came crashing in. The cool bathroom tile felt pleasant on his skin, a balance of cold to hot that brought about a sense of calm.

With his head resting comfortably against the wall, Yoongi arched his neck to stare at the ceiling, onyx eyes dilating just as a black hole expands against the universe. There was nothing he could compare to a sensation like this. The utter ecstasy of it proved inexplicable but, suddenly current situations didn't seem so crucial.

He could just drift, existing, yet free of human conditions. Sallow lips lifted at the corners, clearly enjoying the euphoric rush.

It was bliss.

Or...

He thought it was, but...

Hold on.

"Ugh.." The man flinched, features contorting to one of discomfort as he wrapped an arm around his abdomen.

It took a second but, Yoongi's system quickly began to register the presence of something foreign, threatening. There was an unusual fatigue settling, one that made him woozy, and his head had begun to spin at an abnormal speed. And then his muscles fell heavy, sluggish--a numbness overtaking all perception of feeling.

When the man attempted to move, it was like a magnet held him in place."The hell.. is... happening..."

He couldn't give reason to his symptoms, knowing inside and out what an overdose felt like. This wasn't it. This was something else. Something malicious, as if intentionally placed, a predetermined means of killing him off, but for what?

Then, it dawned on him. However, much too late by now. "Shit."

They did this.

Eyes wide, he began to convulse. The drug sedating him to the extent that, even as he seized, the movements lacked violence. Just little spastic jolts as his nerves were attacked. Helpless to do anything really, Yoongi's face almost looked... amused. A minute smirk tugged at his lips as he considered the humor of it all.

"Those bastards..." He managed with a despondent laugh. He should have predicted it, though never in a million years did he anticipate such a fast retaliation.

He thought he could just leave, put the past behind him and throw away the key.

As if they'd let him.

How foolish he was.

How truly foolish.

The man glanced up, black hair falling around his eyes, the bathroom clock now right above his head. Tick, tock, tick, tock. The ticking of the second hand provided him a sense of company as he waited for... well whatever was next. 11:58 p.m.

In an odd way, Yoongi felt relief. Not from the idea of death, no. He didn't want to die, but then again, no one truly does. There was merely something... freeing in the fact that he no longer owed the world anything. No longer owed them anything. Although it had been naive of him to assume a different way out.

Tick, tock, tick, tock. 11:59 p.m.

Yoongi had regrets, of course. The things he'd done, the people he'd hurt. People he'd killed. A killer. A junkie. He was a killer and a junkie.

A shell of a human.

A weapon.

Even though he'd deluded that his hand had been forced, most of Yoongi knew that lie stank of shit. There had been choices he made, paths he walked down, and every single one chosen by his own volition. He alone held that gun, and he alone pulled the trigger.

But at least he tried to get out. At least he felt remorse.

Min Yoongi was not a good person. However maybe, if life had dealt him different cards, he'd have been a decent one. Tick, tock, tick, tock.

0:00 a.m.

Without warning, a room once incredibly bleak burst with a colorful, magic light, radiating in shades beyond imagination. Perfect, other worldly light, that soaked the darkness up like a sponge, leaving behind nothing but the sensation of warmth.

Yoongi's lips parted in awe. Perhaps it was a hallucination, some narcotic, in-flight entertainment as his brain deteriorated, shutting down forever.

Not that he minded--real or not, it was a pretty way to leave this earth. Better than what he deserved, anyway. The marvelous colors refracted his irises, spinning the black orbs in brilliant streaks of pigment--an intentional design.

As if shaping a galaxy.

Motionless, the man listened as gentle whispers encompassed his ears, barely audible, hushed and many, overlapping each other in tongues. Sentences beyond gibberish were impossible to discern. Even so, by some fate, Yoongi understood exactly what was being said, or rather he felt it.

Then, one very distinguished voice presented above the rest, offering him a trade. Yoongi, hardly conscious by now, tried to explain that he had very little to give. Nothing of eminent value. No riches, no possessions, perhaps not even a soul. There was just himself, and everything that he is.

Apparently, that was enough.

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[restlesscrybaby]

Jack and his s/o taking a shower/bath together? 👀

GAAAH YOU GUYS READ MY MIND!!! I WAS JUST WRITING THIS IN MY NOTESSS EEEEEE!!!

A good day to be horny for Horner!

~ JACK HORNER BATHING WITH HIS S/O HEADCANONS. ~

~ 'I feel so filthy, so disgusting,' ~

☆ CONTENT WARNING : SMUT, NSFW THEMES, ☆

♧ SMUT CONTAINS: Degradation, praise, hair pulling, roughness, ♧

☆ MINORS. DNI. ☆

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You eased your way into the bathroom, the door creaking upon your entry. You didn't shut it, as you slid into the empty bathroom. The door creaking open still, steadily as you looked around the place you found so familiar yet, almost not. The large counter, two sinks planted upon the inside. The large mirror that hung above it, with lights around it, like you were some celebrity. The oak wood floors, the light that hung on the other side of the bathroom, where the toilet was. However, another light center of the room as well. A rooftop light that shined down, showcasing the inside of the bathroom, but not in a too open spot. The large bathtub, that was a shiny white. It probably got cleaned everyday, all day.

Yes, you've been here a lot, you could say, but it felt so unfamiliar at the same exact time.

You strided towards the bathtub,

Oh, you had planned to take a bath with your beloved boyfriend, Jack.

Your hand curled around the knob of the tub, a perfect, circular shape made out of silver metal. You twisted, right to click it on.

You could hear the water through the pipe, before it gushed and splashed upon impact of the tub. You turned it, all the way up, heat bubbling to its highest... You could leave it at that, but being nice to your lover boy was always good..

Plus, God knows if you could handle that heat anyway.

Your hand snaked towards the other knob, twisting it to the right as well. Cold water shot out the pipe faster, but it wasn't too cold. You felt the water with your spare hand, the other messed with the cold water knob. Until..

Jussttt..

Right.

He could hear his own head echoing those words. He watched in the doorway, his shoulder leaned up against the doorway. His arms crossed, his right hand placed upon his left upper arm, his left hand had slid under his right elbow. His weight placed onto one of his feet, as he watched you adjust the water.

... God.

He loved it.

You grabbed the stopper. A beige rubber one, one you needed to get replaced anyway, you didn't even want to check if there was some kind of mold planted on the bottom of it... But, you didn't question it, just popped it into the drain to stop the water from running out into it.

Your pupils focused on the stopper, before they snapped up towards one of the two mirrors planted on the walls by the bathtub. Your eyes met his teal ones, that had some kind of gleam in them.

You dared question how long he had been watching,

But, he dared answer by saying you needed to get undressed,

...

Whatever...

But, he watched..

How your thumbs hooked on the waistband of your underwear and pants, how you snaked them down your legs. Bare flesh greeting his hungry eyes. How you slipped it off your feet, only to let them drop upon the floor. Bah!

He couldn't care about the clothes!

He watched how your hands clasped onto your shirt, how you pulled it off your torso, how it unveiled even more flesh you hid from him throughout the day.

How... You unhooked your bra ( SKIP for males obvi!! ), slipping the spaghetti straps off with the padding and hooks with the straps...

How it dropped onto the floor, because you let it..

How your breasts were, now, exposed, for his hungry vision to indulge in. To eat up.

But, your pupils caught glimpse of his. You traced where he was looking. You could only roll your eyes in response, this is how he reacts? Like an animal?

Whatever...

Oh, but he couldn't help it..

Yes, like an animal, but he just.. Couldn't help himself, atleast when it came to you.

But, he slipped off his dark plum-colored coat, while you grabbed a thing of bodywash. Something confetti vanilla smelling, you couldn't care more for it. You just opened the pop tab, that opened a small, rectangular crevice to let all the wash drizzle out. Turning it over, you held it over the bathtub, more of so, where the water was gushing out the most. A harsh squeeze, and a sputter escaped the bottle, showing it was trying hard to do its job, as soap drizzled out the nozzle. Bubbles foaming, only to start expanding in size as more and more began to foam.

You clicked the nozzle shut, it let out a clarifying click to signal it was officially shut. You set it down, not too far, just right beside the hot water knob.

He unbuttoned his vest, one by one, the small buttons popped off. Once it was done, he slid off the pie-designed vest, letting it hit the ground too, meh. He had multiple sets, that's what every rich person had anyway! He grabbed ahold of the knot of his necktie, that was a dusty lilac color, more faded, to be honest. But, he undid it, sliding off the fabric from around his neck, only to let it fall onto the floor.

One, by one, from the very top,

Buttons popped off of a white dress shirt,

More and more,

He piqued your interest.

Oh, you loved his body.

As the shirt became more and more undone, the more his body became known to you. The hair on his chest curled, in beautiful lilac curls that rested on his large chest. That skills trickled down, helping guide itself towards his belly button. That was becoming more and more seen. Ohhh...

The last button.

The clarifying pop, as it was all done, his shirt practically tearing open upon the last button being undone. He had started to slide one of his arms out of it...

But, you seen his happy trail. How it curled down, leading you to a place you wanted to see so very bad.

One side off...

It dangled behind him, as he could tear off the other side easier now.

You could see his stretch marks, that masked the sides of his tummy, in a beautiful design. Maybe like lightning scars, but you wouldn't tell him that.

His white button-up fell to the floor, with a sad fwomp sound.

Oh god..

You felt like you couldn't watch.

His large hands traveled to the waistband of his pants, curling towards the buttons at his crotch. One, by one, the buttons popped off. His index and thumb pinched the small zipper, that hid away your surprise. And...

A small hushed sound was heard,

Not hushed,

It was a zip sound.

You looked away, you couldn't look any longer.

You just decided to sink into the bath...

You dipped one of your feet into the tub, greeted with arays of warmth and comfort of a nice bubblebath...

You dipped your other one in, feeling as the water rised up, more and more, up your ankles, halfway up your calves...

But, you easily settled down, feeling the water surround you, bubbles hugging onto your naked body like a desperate need, begging you to stay with them almost...

You closed your eyes.

It was nice, honestly.

The nice smell, the warm water, the sound of the water running and gushing upon the other source of itself, almost like it cheered to be reunited with it,

It wasn't half bad...

But, you felt the water rise. Very much.

And, something turned the water off.

You opened your eyelids, your pupils greeted with the world infront of you. They scattered around, before locking upon the mirror across from you...

Oh, he was in with you...

He leaned against the back of the bath, his arms hanging off the side of the tub. His eyes were closed too, a smug smile curling upon his lips in enjoyment..

Oh...

Haha...

Of course, silence rang throughout the bathroom as you two relaxed...

You closed your eyes, still sitting all the way up as you wrapped your arms around yourself, your hands placing themselves upon the opposite shoulders. Your knees curled towards your chest, as you tried to stay scooted towards the front so he'd have more room...

But, as the world of daydreams surrounded your head in a fog,

His world of daydreams surrounded his head in a fog.

Oh, god... His eyes draped open, half-lidded as he gazed upon your bare flesh infront of him. A hickey adorned your neck, more of, tje crevice of it, where it dipped to extend out to your shoulder. The tinted skin had yellow speckles spattered upon it...

You couldn't help but think of all the tines you two enjoyed yourselves...

It wouldn't be too bad in the bath, righhhh--

You felt a large hand upon your back. The tip of his pointer finger started at the top of your spine, as it trailed down. Following the curve of your spine...

Oh god...

Goosebumps..

Your head tilted back, as your eyes fluttered open... He used his top teeth, pulling in the flesh of his bottom lip. Before releasing it. His chubby face blinded by the need for appeal, for feeling.

He loomed over you, as you opened your mouth to speak.

But, his plump lips met yours, in some Spiderman kiss like maneuver, but not fully upside down. His lips overlapped yours, a rush of senses echoing your body,

Your eyes draping closed. Sloppy, yet, somehow also so clean. He always seemed to understand what to do...

Your hand delicately grazed over his cheek, a shiver of sensuality tingled his body, as you slid a hand onto the back of his head. Fingers intertwining locs of purple hair, strands catching within your fingers. His tongue swiped against your bottom lip, as his senses took over his as well.

A large hand curled around your side, snaking towards your breasts, easily pushing your knees and arm out the way of the one he wanted to feel. He cupped one within his oversized hand, as he kneaded a tad into the delicate skin. You couldn't help but shiver, heat pooling into your lower half. Or, was that the water getting hotter?

Nah,

That was you.

His index and thumb gently curled towards your nipple..

Giving it a harsh squeeze, a shriek escaping from between your lips. Against his.

A sinister chuckle left his, as he pulled his mouth away, his head pulling away. His hands pulling away from your bare flesh, that was practically set aflame by his touch.

Your pupils snapped to look towards the mirror, but you felt it served no purpose. You turned your torso towards him, now facing his large stature. He had a smug smirk planted upon his face.

"What?," He asked, almost tauntingly, "Come on. Don't tell me just THAT turned you on!" He laughed, as his head leaned back just slightly.

Oh, he was trying to taunt you.

You fluttered eyelashes at him, as you fully turned your waist towards him, now entirely facing him. A quivering bottom lip, lust fogging over your head as you gawked at the man who taunted you.

"Jack, please, I j--" But, you were cut off.

"Please what? Don't stutter, it makes ME look bad!"

But, you halted. The words confused you, almost,

Makes HIM look bad?

But, an angry scowl formed on his face. His pupils dilated, his eyes widening as brows furrowed. His top lip sneered back, as he let out a throaty growl.

"Spit it out!,"

His voice cracked like one of a whip, causing you to spill out you wanted him to touch you more..

To enjoy you more..

Oh, and just that, he'll do.

With a snap of his fingers, he commanded you to stand.

You listened, obviously. You lifted yourself to tense legs, bubbles drizzling down your body, down every curve that he adored so very much...

With another command, which he seemed to enjoy, he demanded you out.

With gentle steps, you snaked out the bath, so much for relaxation, but not every relaxation needs some kind of bathtime.

Yet, he didn't give you a command just yet...

But, he looked towards his nails on his hand. Inspecting them.

A glare shot your way.

What were you waiting for?

He snapped, another angry sneer as he commanded you towards him.

Yoi strutted to him. Oh my, you couldn't help it, it's always that harsh..

Stern...

Ahem!

You stood by where he sat in the bath, as he kept inspecting his nails. Not turning to look at you, he commanded you to turn and bend over for him.

This was humiliating...

But, you did as told..

You really did have juices pooling out of you, and I mean, already, you had been getting turned on imagining the past times you two fucked!!

You were tinged with arousal, yet somehow also embarrassment...

But, you felt a thumb prod towards your entrance. Not going in, but feeling the slick that dripped out your hole, your face melting into shock. Oh god--

"Ahh.. Already so wet for me! Just what I expected," He cooed out, as his thumb traveled down your folds, to the circular center. He placed a gentle touch to it, only to result in a shocked gasp from you, as he rubbed a soft circle into the sensitive center, "I mean, you're nothing more than some kind of brothel whore anyway! I mean, this wet? Ha."

Of course, he wouldn't lie. It turned him on. This wet, already, for him, guhhh... A twitch eroded in his cock, the desperate need for desire... To be satisfied.

You let out little pants, only slight mews escaping your lips as he tediously rubbed at your beautiful center.

But, his thumb traveled back up to your entrance, prodding at it once more. More juices had started to seep out, showing how ready you were for him.

It was time for him to get out.

You felt his finger snatch away from you, as water splashed behind you. He was getting out. You began to try to fully stand up, but a harsh hand slammed onto your back. He wanted you to stay bent.

You better do as told.

He took an easy step out, before taking one more.

He drank up every bit of bare flesh that he could see perfectly infront of him, that was ready for any touch that needed him.

You both were practically on fire.

You couldn't help it,

How his cock stood out so much, the prominent vein protruding out the side, the peach-colored tip that finished his cock, hoe you travel down you find his pelvis. Just above his cock, rested curls of beautiful pubes, neatly trimmed and taken care of.

Oh god..

You couldn't help it...

You stood up fully, but anger boiled inside him. But,

Your fingers curled just below the tip, steadily stroking down to the very base of his cock. He could've practically bottomed out, how slow your hand moved, how sultry you looked at his large shaft that rested in your hand.

Your hand stroked back up, slowly sliding your fingers around the most sensitive part...

His tip. You used the tip of your pointer finger, easily rubbing the little hole, as his body shivered. Oh god...

He put a hand on your head, as your eyes focused off of his cock. You looked up to him. Fluttering eyelashes finished off a look to him.

Oh god damn.

Pools of drool threatened to spill out his mouth, as he commanded you to turn back around and bend again, his voice even more like a whip...

You did as told..

"Good fuckkinnggg girll.." He cooed out, as a large hand curled around your waist, holding you in place as he shifted and stumbled forward only slightly. His large tip prodded at your entrance, his other hand grabbing the base of his cock. He positioned it just right, as he slowly slipped the tip of himself in.

Oh god.

You both could've bottomed out.

But. He let out a throaty mutter of cusswords, as you felt your mind start getting taken over..

He pushed more of himself in, before he got all the way in. Balls deep.

You could feel him invading your every inch, every tight wall of yourself, as you bared gritted teeth. It felt good.

Yet, he bottomed out, how you quivered on him upon his size. It's like you'd never get used to it.

As he pulled himself out, he drilled himself back in, only to hear you sputter out cusswords.

"Fuckkyeahh-- You're so-- Mmm-," He throatily groaned out, animalistic thrusts caving into your very being. Your entire existence being demolished by the very man you called your love. "Fucking tight-- And fucking wet-- Yeah, let me-- Fuckinghell- RUIN you with,, ahh~, this cock." He sputtered out, as his feet readjusted, holding him even more still. His other hand slithered up your back, as the rhythmic sounds of skin against skin echoed the empty bathroom, only you and him.

Your chest was practically about to explode, as his hand snagged onto your hair. He couldn't have any care, gripping hair that was close to your head.

You let out a cry in pain, but it only made him go quicker. Sloppier, the sounds of your juices against his cock sounded like your vagina asked for help.

"Mmm-- Yeah, take it, take it slu-- Slut, take my fucking-- Cock-" He drooled, practically howling with pleasure.

The only other thing was your desperate cries, throaty moans, and loud whimpers. Your hand had already slammed against the bathtub to secure yourself.

"Yes! Yes! Pleaseee! Beagoodboy-- And ruin me.."

Those words.

It clicked inside him.

His hand that held onto your waist snaked towards your clit, feeling the swollen center that ran the entirety of your pleasure.

Holy shhhiii--

You felt nothing.

Nothing but an increasing in your senses down there.

Warmth.

Fire.

Need.

Want.

You drooled, your head limp. But you couldn't hang it down, his hand gripped you much tighter.

Ruining.

Your entire mind was melting, his words melting together...

Before.

BOOM.

A wave of senses crashed over you, quivering legs as he let out a chuckle.

Oh, but he got sloppier. His thrusts losing the original pattern that had been in, your heartbeat echoed the walls of you.

His cock twitched inside you, his high coming, and coming quick, but he still chased it. Yet, he couldn't just cum inside you...

He forced himself out, as you panted. His hands let go of you, but only to toss you like one of a toy, forcing you upon your knees infront of him.

One of hands stroked himself, in a quick, sloppy manner. Your juices coated his cock in a protective sheet of wetness, as his head reared back. Only to lift back up.

Want.

Need.

"Look. Look. LOOK UP AT ME." He snapped his jaws at you, as his cock twitched, his tip a red now from all the pleasure, from.the need to cum. "Don't stop loooo-- fuckfuckfuck-- Looking, please don't stop looking, holySHIT--"

You glanced up to him, eye to eye...

Suddenly, the high he chased came crashing down on him like a tidal wave, his own eyes rolling into the back of his head.

Hot juices sputtered onto your face, your eyes instinctly closing as he stuttered out some final words, but you couldn't quite make them out..

He stroked out his high, as you sat upon the floor and let it rain over you..

...

Wow...

You didn't quite expect that..

But, he let out a sigh.

Sweat caused you twos hair to stick to your faces, sweat dripping down you twos foreheads..

But, he walked over to the clothes, as he started to pick up thr clean ones to change into..

Typical Jack..

Let yourself wobbly stand up.

You tried. You surely did...

Your lucky he didn't mark you, honestly...

But, through the mirrors above the sink he stood up, he watched,

A smirk curling on the tips of his plump lips,

Heh.

He's always got a trick up his sleeve.

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~ 'Would you bathe me?' ~

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ENJOY!!

Bexausw this isn't a full length fanfiction I didn't put too much details or etc!!

Tbhifya'llwantmetooI'llfindtimetowriteone

[femmesandhoney]

walking around a college art gallery being like yall wasted your whole semesters doing this just to create some truly terrible pieces and its not like i can do better its more so a question of how your professors let you showcases this. i love looking at photography of toilets with fake puke in it ten times on a blank wall. these feathers on the floor are really adding nothing to your tipi you hung up for some reason. this is just newspaper you crumpled up and painted ugly colors. am i supposed to be impressed. maybe theres more to it if i talk to the artist, which i will not do lmao, and maybe your profs know your artistic reasoning behind everything but random people walking thru don't and im looking at fake puke in a toilet photography and questioning why you're spending money on this degree

[eljeebee]

Right Person, Wrong Circumstances pt 11

Anthony guided her to the next guest room, just in front of his bedroom.

Priscilla looked around. "I just noticed most of your doors have windows," she said, like an afterthought.

"Neat isn't it?"

Her eyes traced the furniture in the room. Magenta colored bed (of course), black desk and dressers, gilded mirror... the colors she'd choose, always. She looked at the lights on the wall, a wall light shaped like a golden shard, up to the ceiling. "Yeah. With the way your bedroom was designed, I can take a peek through it and see you fucking another woman."

When she didn't hear a reply, she looked back and saw Anthony looking exasperated.

"Brought any woman home?" She continued teasing, smirking.

"Enough with the fucking, Priscilla," He stepped forward. His hand touched her cheek, and she couldn't move herself. It felt heavy. And warm. Her body can't help but lean into it. "You know I'm not like that. I'd rather die than have someone else, instead of you."

Her lips hung open into a small gasp. She looked at him, fervent devotion seen through his eyes.

She looked away, pushing his hand away.

She looked at her feet, then looked around once more.

"Everything's gilded here," she whispered.

"Even the bathroom," he said.

She chuckled, surprised. "Really?"

"Check it out."

And there it was. A gilded sink, a high-tech toilet with the same color scheme, a gilded swan bathtub, and a robe in the hue of her favorite color.

She can't help but breathe out a laugh. "You're kidding me. A swan tub?"

Anthony shrugged, his lips curled upwards. "I remembered you wanted something like this before. You said you'd take long soaks on a swan tub, while I would sit by the tub, feeding you chocolate and wine..."

She sighed, "Too late now, though."

"I know."

She returned to the bedroom. They stood there for a moment.

"Can we try again, my love?"

Priscilla dared not to look back at him, for she knew she would melt at his warm gaze.

"Tony...Anthony, I'm sorry," she looked down. "I...I can't. Not now."

"Not now?" He echoed. "Seeing someone else?"

It didn't sound intruding, no, in fact he sounded like he was gently teasing.

She tried to bite back a smile. "No. No one."

"I hope you'll forgive me some day," Anthony sighed. "I'll be waiting for you."

He tried to touch her cheek again, but she pushed his hand away. She walked, briskly, leaving the bedroom.

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[mydisenchantedeulogy]

Sweet Sacrifice [Chapter One] In the Dark [Jonathan Crane/Scarecrow]

A/n: Hey loves. So, my Batman fixation is back, and like before I am going to try and write a story for one of my favorite characters in the fandom, Jonathan Crane. Originally I posted the first two chapters on my Batman-centric side blog, but I decided to take them down and rewrite them for my writing blog. So, for your entertainment, here is 'Sweet Sacrifice'.

Warning(s): kidnapping, original character(s), implied death, mention of drugs/overdose, fear of the unknown, police raid, prologue, needles, slipping into madness, trauma, arkhamverse Scarecrow (but honestly you can picture him however you want under the mask).

No Minors Allowed!!

Prologue:

Evil came in all shapes, forms, and sizes. For Ana Patterson, it came to her as a man; one so lithe and mannerly that she did not foresee the madness that had consumed him, not until it was too late.

Ana knew, sadly, that someday evil would find her; she drew in misfortune like a magnet, but she never expected it to come again so quickly, less than a month from her twenty-fifth birthday. It was her fault really. She got too comfortable with the life she made for herself. And now she was some sadist’s test subject.

In the last month, her usual calm and collected personality had abandoned her. Ana was now unstable and extremely despondent. How could she not be? Her colorful life was now monochrome; a cycle of rinse and repeat. The only surprise she got was finding out what day her captor planned to gas her on. His schedule was inconsistent.

The only warning she got was from the Expendables, as she called them, test subjects she had never seen. Their shrill screams, however, were a different story. They came deep from within the bowels of the old damp cellar, traveling through the pipes of the house like a network of hidden veins. Ana heard them at least twice a week; the only aspect of time she had came from the spaces between the boarded-up windows in her room where sometimes light would filter through. She was not sure what horrors the Expendables were being subjected to, but she knew that whenever they erupted into a fit of screams, her session was approaching.

The last was a day ago. 

Ana was in a state of panic. Her mind was a labyrinth. Waking from one nightmare, she was plunged head-first into another. Only, one of them, she came to realize was real. 

The room she often woke up in was always the same. The boarded-up windows and the unsightly floral wallpaper came into focus whenever she opened her eyes. And the first thing she would do was sob. It was Hell. 

Then the time after that was spent in a state of despondent consciousness, much like now.

For what felt like hours, Ana lay spread-eagle on the bed, staring in a daze at the drywall ceiling. The stink of stale, humid air hung around her like a thick blanket, and if not for the dryness in the back of her sore throat, she would have closed her tired eyes in hopes of eternal sleep.

Her ears were playing tricks on her. She swore she could hear sirens in the distance. A nagging feeling deep inside her made her restless. 

Ana had to get up. 

Her muscles felt rigid and drained from the recent convulsions, but she managed to untangle herself from the sweat-soaked sheets and sit with her legs over the side of the bed. For a moment, she had to fight away the need to vomit, taking slow, deep breaths. The injections from her therapy made her feel nauseous, and usually, her first hours awake were spent hugging the toilet seat until she had the energy to move. The grit of stale vomit on her teeth reminded her that she had survived yet another session. 

The swollen veins beneath her skin felt like they were on fire as she pushed her back straight and lifted her eyes to the security camera on the wall in the corner of the bedroom. The red light teased her, indicating that she was never alone. The bright, young woman knew that he was watching – the tall man she often called him. He always watched her, she believed, because the only time that light went out was when he came in to feed her or put her through another chemical-induced nightmare.

Ana hated to see his face, especially behind the course, burlap mask he liked to wear, but she also needed him at the moment. She sluggishly raised her arm and waved it at the camera, signaling for the tall man to notice her. Ana wasn't sure whether it had an audio option, but she motioned with her hands that she needed something to drink by bringing an invisible cup to her lips. She made the gesture a few more times before dropping back onto the bed in exhaustion.

Where was he? 

Ana waited, listening to the old house creak and pop. It had been silent otherwise, with no screams from the others downstairs and no indication that the tall man was coming. As she counted the sagging tiles on the ceiling, she had done this every day after she became lucid to clear her mind, the room lit up in flashes of red and blue. 

Ana thought the toxin in her system had been playing tricks on her at first, but the sound of loud sirens soon accompanied the lights. Had she not imagined them earlier? No, because they were genuine. She shot up in a sitting position on the bed, despite the dizziness that came rushing back, and glanced hopefully toward the boarded-up window across the room. Sure enough, lights were peeking through the spaces. 

Someone had finally come to save her. But had she known that the feeling would be short-lived, Ana would not have jumped to her feet in excitement, because the second she did, her legs gave out and she plummeted to the cold, hardwood floor with a loud smack.

Ana coughed, inhaling the dust particles she had stirred up, and began to sob. Her legs were asleep, and it felt like pins and needles were sticking into the heels of her feet. Why did she not take it easy?

As she was lying there, she heard the sound of footsteps pounding against the floor below her. The tall man, she assumed, sounded like he was in a hurry – were the police right outside the door? His long legs took extensive steps as he crossed from room to room, eventually coming to a stop. Ana felt her heart race. As he ascended the stairs, she panicked.

Scarecrow was coming for her. 

Ana tried to stand, lifting herself onto her elbows as she pushed her upper body off the floor. But her legs were still numb. She had to find a secure place to hide. The young woman thought that if she could get into the bathroom, she could lock herself in, and maybe the police would find her before Crane could get to her. She began to crawl, using her upper arm strength to slide herself along the floor like a snake.

Just a few more inches, she told herself, trying to trick her mind into thinking that she might make it. 

The pin sensation in her feet was slowly fading. It hurt to move her toes, but within minutes she would be able to stand. Regrettably, the bedroom door flew open, shooting an uninvited light into her sensitive eyes. Ana focused her attention on the slim silhouette in the doorway and held her breath, well aware that the man had his eyes on her too, regardless of the gleam in his square-shaped reading glasses from the gas lamp he was holding. The light in the hallway behind him was shut off, making him look more demonic than ever. 

This was it. 

Ana wasted no time thinking. She slammed her knees onto the floor and pushed herself up, running for the bathroom door. She had nearly made it, but the tall man was too quick, and Ana was knocked off her feet by an external force. She crashed to the floor for a second time, crying out in pain as her right arm snapped beneath her weight. She felt unbearably nauseous and to make matters worse, Jonathan Crane now had her right where he wanted her. 

She went limp the minute he lifted her into his slender arms and hauled her over to the bed. 

"Don't try to run. You won't get very far," his calm voice uttered in her ear. 

Ana struggled against him despite his statement. She had been so close to freedom that the pain of her broken arm felt nearly insignificant. Perhaps it was the adrenaline. Even so, she was not on par with the unexpected strength of the former doctor's right arm – the other kept a firm hold on the gas lamp in case the struggle between them grew more intense.

Crane held her around the waist and pulled her into his lap and against his chest. Ana spat insults at him as the seat of his pants rubbed against her bottom, but it ignored them. 

"L-let me go!" Ana cried. It had been so long since she had used her voice that she was surprised by how broken it sounded.

The tall man silenced her with a thin finger. 

"Be quiet now," he whispered. Despite the softness of his tone, he meant it as a warning.

And so she did, hoping not to send him into a fit of rage – he was prone to throw temper tantrums when she was not cooperative. Ana kept her back straight to avoid touching him, save for his arms around her waist, the lamp he set on the floor next to his foot. 

The shrill cry of the police sirens throbbed in her ears, but Ana kept still as a statue. She concentrated on the warm, unstable breath that fanned across her neck as the sadist behind her began to hum quietly as they waited; for what, Ana wasn't sure, but the panic started to set in. What happened to the Expendables? Did he already kill them? Was she next? 

Ana knew she was, but the thought crossed her mind that the reason she was not yet dead was because Crane needed her. She was now his hostage. 

From nowhere, a heavy noise was made. The sound of footsteps on the roof of the house made Ana feel uneasy. Had the police lost their minds? They must have because the woman knew they were not being low-key. Who in their right mind would try an aerial raid? It might work on a common burglar, but not on Scarecrow.

Ana was not given time to mull over the thought because Crane shoved her forward and off the edge of the bed. He caught her upper arm and forced her up to stand with him, not exactly gentle with her throbbing right hand as he curled an arm around her heaving chest; the other slipped beneath her short, sleeping gown and brought the front up and over her belly button.

"Please stop," the woman begged. 

She was not sure what he was doing, but she didn’t like where this was heading. Her panties were exposed to him, and her sweat-covered skin felt cooler now that the gown was pulled away, bringing goosebumps to her arms. 

Crane laughed, burying his face into her unkempt hair. 

"This may hurt a little," he whispered.

A sharp pang in her stomach, right below her navel, made the woman stiffen up. She glanced down to see a standard-sized insulin needle in her skin. Her eyes fogged over with tears as she grew aware of the man's intentions. He was going to use her to get away by leaving her to die. Ana did not want to die in fear. 

The potency level with which he claimed to have injected her during their last session was too recent, and Ana was terrified at the thought of overdosing. She coiled tighter to herself, but a sheer pain swelled in the fat of her upper thigh. Crane had buried his chewed-down nails into her skin and pulled her closer to him. Her back was now pressed tightly against his chest.

"Be still now."

Ana nearly snapped an obscene reply at him, if not for the fact his finger was on the plunger of the needle 2 inches below her belly button. Instead, she tightened her jaw. 

"Are you scared? Tell me."

Again, she hummed a no. Ana did not want to indulge him. But his anger was not to be tempted. He scowled at her and tightened his grip on her thigh, scratching deep, red marks into her skin.

Ana cried out, sobbing hysterically. She was terrified; no need to deny it.

"P-please stop. You're hurting me." 

The idea of begging for her life crossed her mind. She could give him exactly what he wanted. But then, he still would kill her. It did not matter what she did. Ana had to try and keep herself alive long enough for the police to find her.

"You don't have to hurt me. I do want to be cured." Ana told the truth. 

She did want to be free of fear, free of him. However, his methods bordered more on torture than anything else. She might not have lived much longer if he had continued to treat her like a victim. Her head turned slowly in his direction. 

"Didn't you promise to help me, Doctor Crane?"

"And I have, my dear. But our time together is at an end." His soft voice echoed in her ear. His fingers drew slow, lax circles around the smooth skin on her leg. "Have I not helped you to overcome your fear?”

Ana gave his question a thought. In all honesty, she was not sure. She felt more worn out than ever, but she didn't feel any different. The concept of blood still terrified her. It brought shivers to her body, a slip-up that incited a loud, hot-blooded laugh from Crane.

I could lie, she told herself, but she was scared of what he might do to her. Doctor Crane spent enough time trying to break her and pick apart her mind that he knew when she was lying. The fact was, time had run out, and he was going to finish her off. Ana squeezed her eyes shut and with regret, shook her head in disagreement.

He tsked. "No, well, that's unfortunate, my dear. I had hoped the time we had spent together would show results. My only regret is not seeing this through.” 

His thump playfully tapped the head of the plunger.

Ana shook in fear. "Please," she begged. The pitiful sound of her voice made her want to vomit. Quiet sobs racked her body, and tears fell down her face.

Jonathan Crane shushed her. He was in glee. The young woman in his arms was the type of person he never thought could have challenged him, but she did. She was so scared of him, of the things he could do to her, even though she hid it so well. It made him feel alive again. But the one thing he craved, no matter how hard he pressured her, she would not give him. 

Ana Patterson would not scream. It both thrilled and annoyed Jonathan. 

"Let me hear you scream," he begged, burying his face into her hair. "We don't have much time."

He was right. The door was suddenly knocked open, and the sound of a smoke grenade bursting and rolling across the floor entered her ears, spilling wisps of smoke into the air. Whatever Jonathan was saying to her was drowned out by the officers of the GCPD as they swarmed them. Ana cried out for them to stop, but a warm tingle surged through her body; Jonathan injected the neon-orange liquid into her. Almost instantly, her mind felt unclear, and the familiar sense of panic began to rise.

The toxin worked its way into her consciousness and consumed her like a thick, warm blanket, forcing her body into a violent fit of convulsions. It hurt so bad. She dropped to the floor, curling into herself as the world around her went dark. But she did not make a noise. 

For the first time in her life, she welcomed death.

[blueberryjam1201]

Unexpected

Chapter 4

Genre: Drama, Romance

Summary: How the one week in separation will change their life?

This story wasn't suppose to be sweet and heartwarming from the first place...

Dear reader, are you ready for a new ark filled with sadness? But remember, after every rain the sun is shining. Will Kyungsoo find his sunshine in this storm?

"Was I always this vulnerable?

Was you my only strength?

Sharing with you my desires,

Telling you about my misery,

Like you are the best medicine,

...

Does it have a side effect?

Or Did I overdose?

The season has changed...

Why I'm still here?"

Kyungsoo breathed heavily while leaning on a desk in his office room at home. All the books were scattered under the shelves. Ripped pages next to them. The abandoned guitar's unfortunate place under the wall on the right side of the room was telling stories about the hysteria from a not long time ago. There was this unbearable lament bouncing off the walls...

In silence...

Chapter under the cut❤️

It was a sunny morning, past 6 a.m. This airport was living its own life like it was Saturday afternoon in the city center. Many flights landed. The light brown color of the floor tiles reflected the sunlight, jumping inside the building by the glass walls from the exit side. Kyungsoo was sitting on one of the bench seats inside. 

He wore a light brown jacket and black trousers. While holding a mobile phone in his hand he smiled gently. It was YiSeul messaging about having fun the next couple of days without her.

"It's a work trip, how can it be fun?" He thought, and the phone started ringing. 

- Chanyeol-ah! - Kyungsoo answered while looking around.

- Kyungsoo-yah!- laughed while imitating his friend - I'll be there in a second, just going to the toilet and grabbing a coffee, you're ok? You can wait near the entrance, I'll find you - 

- Ok, hurry up - said Kyungsoo, and hung up. He then grabbed a grey backpack, wore it on his arms, and bucked his waist-belt. After that grabbed a large, black suitcase on wheels and casually proceeded to the exit. 

Outside were small (compared to inside) crowds of arrived travelers. This was a street where many cars were parked to collect those travelers, and opposite the exit, a little further down, was a small park with trees and benches. He looked up in the sky. Even the noise around couldn't disturb his peaceful mind. "..ah...it's only one week...I hope she won't be bored alone....". These thoughts were swirling around his head, how great is to have her by his side...

Suddenly, he jumped to the side, barely staying on his feet, and raised his head to see who just pushed him so hard.... realizing he unconsciously caught this person, so she didn't fall on the ground...

It was a young woman. He thought: "Maybe 25, maybe 28, it's difficult to predict as girls these days are using many amazing cosmetics and ..."

She jumped back from his hands, waking him up from his internal analysis. Panicked, brushed her long dark brown hair with her fingers, shouted "Apologies!", grabbed her large, black suitcase, and ran away leaving him speechless. It was a long few seconds when he was watching her disappear. 

- Kyungsoo! - Chanyeol jumped on him, scaring him slightly, so he swung clenched fist at his friend's stomach, but just touched to scare Chanyeol back in revenge.  

- You done? - asked

- Yeah, let's go. Your coffee - Chanyeol handed the warm drink to KyungSoo and they headed to the nearest taxi. 

The hotel where KyungSoo and Chanyeol were staying was in a classic 1970s style. Although the windows were modern, and looked a little bit out of context, in general, the view was pleasant, and looking at the interest in this place, none of the guests probably minded the mix of styles. 

They checked-in in reception and hurried to their booked rooms to change clothes and prepare for a meeting. 

Kyungsoo entered his room which was studio apartment size. From the small anteroom, he could enter all the rest of rooms which was: the toilet on the left, the kitchen opposite, and the bedroom on the right. Funny how the bedroom was connected to the kitchen from the inside. "This could have been just one room, what is the point in those walls separating the anteroom?" He smirked, after creating a reconstruction plan in his head. His mind is always absorbed by analyzing new experiences and places like it would change anything. But he can't fight with this part of his personality.  

He went to the bedroom first and placed his backpack on the small brown bedside cabinet under the white wall. All the walls were white, and the carpet covered the floor on every inch, excluding the toilet where the white tiles were placed. 

Then he put his suitcase on the bed and opened it to take some stuff important for the meeting...

"What is that...?" He stiffened and all the waters in his body started to boil from shock, out of fright, or all kinds of panic emotions you can feel at this kind of moment. His mind went blank. He tried to remember what happened before he arrived at the hotel..." That girl..." he whispered with a pale face. Hopefully, his laptop was in the backpack together with all the documents. He tried to calm down, took a deep breath a few times, sat on the bed and after long seconds of consideration he created a plan for a meeting. That was the most important now. 

Then he looked into her suitcase and found a name tag, similar to the one that parents are sewing or just hang on their kid's clothes or bags when they go to primary school. 

The message on the tag was as follows:

If found alone

Call Rose

01937xxxx

He was gazing at this tag for a long time in silence. It wasn't certain to him if his messed up state of mind was caused by this situation in general, the fact she swapped the suitcases by mistake or...that she was keeping this tag in her suitcase because it's probably the last thing that adult would think of before going on a trip alone...

He called the number. 

The signal was on but no answer. Then tried again, 4 times to be precise. 

After looking at the time on the phone, he hurried up and started preparing for a meeting. 

The meeting place was a boardroom in one of the JJ ENTERTAINMENTS buildings. This spacious room had only the most important furniture which was a long, polished wood table and 11 stylish spinning chairs for all board members. The walls were in magnolia color, the floor was covered by navy, fluffy carpet. Doors were at the top of the left side, and the wall on the right was made from stone mosaic wall tiles in a light gray color, with the exception in the center where there was a place for a 90" size TV. Also, at the bottom of the wall, under the TV was a small chiller for drinks, filled with only water and a few cans of Coca-Cola, probably ordered by the members beforehand. 

It was 9 a.m. when 11 attendees started gardening, including Manager Kim. Each one of them was in an expensive suit, mostly grey and black. Besides men, 5 women came, also in suits of the same colors. Then Kyungsoo was wearing the same clothes as before, which were a light brown jacket, and Chayeol in a retro-styled hooded jacket. They both sat just at the beginning of the table under the TV. 

The man in his probably 60s sat just at the end of the table and patiently waited till everyone was settled down. He was the CEO of JJ Entertainment.

At some point, he said:

- Good morning, I hope everyone had a comfortable journey. We are here today to discuss the anniversary concert next 3 or 4 weeks. The date still hasn't been settled up, but we will get there eventually....- and waited for any reaction from other members. His facial expression reminded the one of the governor in prison. He smiled like an angel, but his gaze was a thread. He didn't have to say a word, his stare was creating a law that everyone had to obey without discussion. 

- Let's begin, shall we? - and the angelic smile just appeared, bringing insecurity even to prepared for these meeting members....except two friends at the end. Kyungsoo was typing lyrics on his mobile and sending them to his email address while Chanyeol was absorbed by staring at the least favorite board members and laughing quietly at their frightened behavior. 

The meeting was going smoothly. Each one of the employers was sharing their theories or presentations. Kim was sitting quietly until his time came. 

- Woo Shik, what have you prepared for Creams? - the silence appeared in the room. Woo Shik was a young man, age max 30. Black curly hair cut short in the back, but fluffy bangs were almost covering his eyes. Long face, small eyes, and slightly damaged lips from biting. 

-...um...- he started, but had difficulties to construct the sentences - they will be performing 5 songs...so I was thinking, we can choose the most popular 5 ...- he paused for a moment to look at their reactions, which were none so he continued- and...um...we can make the "candy" appearance, fans loves it....- he paused again. This time it looks like he ran out of ideas, so the pause was like a begging for someone else to speak up. Kim slowly looked at Kyungsoo who was still working on his phone hidden under the table. 

- Doh, anything you wish to add? - ...silence. Kyungsoo raised his head and needed a few seconds to understand the situation. Then he leaned on his chair comfortably and said:

- I would use 4 of the most popular songs, 2 from the debut and two from the second album. Then I would give them 5 minutes to interact with the audience announce a new single, and sing the highlight from it. It would build excitement amongst fans. Also...- he looked at Woo Shik - I don't think the "CANDY" theme is the best. First of all, they are not newbies anymore, and together with the last scandals about them dating seems not in place. I would choose FAITH as the 4th song to emphasize that they are no longer children. That would help to make the audience understand that they are also human beings and will calm down the media a little... - he finished. 

The silence in the room was shouting about admiration. Then suddenly, the silent applause could be heard. That was the CEO who was entertained with KyungSoo's speech. 

- Manager Kim, what's your decision? - Kim needed a long second to answer: 

- I'll go with KyungSoo's idea...- it seems his plan to embarrass Kyungsoo has failed. Was it this plan? Or maybe there was a different reason? 

The meeting was carried out as planned till the end, and no one realized that KyungSoo's presentation was mostly created on a mobile phone while going by taxi and during the meeting itself. 

Later in another room, there was a presentation again, this time led by one person for the audience consisting of employees. Large area, fully in white colors, hundreds of chairs, and a scene with a mini cinema screen behind. The presentation was about the stadium where the concert will take place and all the important details in this matter. 

Kyungsoo was sitting with Chanyeol somewhere in the middle of the right side of the audience. 

- How's our naughty YiSeul? - Chanyeol joked after looking at Kyungsoo scrolling the phone. 

- Alright, I think. Stop talking like she's your girlfriend too - 

- I always wanted to ask you this, because sometimes when speaking, she has this weird accent, where is she from? - 

....

KyungSoo's eyes widened in a second.

Time has stopped, why is his mind blank suddenly? Where is she from? He was replaying all his memories in his head like an opened family photobook, like an archive in the basement or the attic. He was in every corner of his memory...where is she from? 

- Oi! - Chanyeol woke him up from his trance - Don't tell me you don't know! - covered his laughing face to not make any loud sound - KyungSoo-yah, that's not good? Ask her, and let me know ok? - 

Kyungsoo was barely hearing his friend as his mind just created another investigation in his head. What does he know about her past? They meet one year ago, he was always telling stories from his life, he complained to her about his dilemmas, she was supportive...was she? She was always there, right? But was he supportive? Has she ever told him about her difficulties? 

This year passed so fast that he wasn't paying attention to many significant points. What does he know about her? 

After another important presentation, the working day was finally over. 

Kyungsoo came back to his room, looked at the phone, and threw it on the bed, then went to take a shower. 

*buzz buzz*

The phone was ringing. 

When he came back from the shower, while drying his hair with a towel, he grabbed the phone and stiffened.... 4 missed calls and one text message. He rushed to open it:

- Do you have my suitcase?! -

He breathed a sigh of relief and started typing:

- Yes, can we meet tomorrow morning? I need the equipment from inside ASAP -

Two seconds passed:

- OK then, tomorrow at 6 am at the airport, same place as today. See you! - 

He opened his round eyes widely but smirked with satisfaction that everything was sorted. Now, only time for a dream after this long day. 

YiSeul hasn't texted him, she's probably busy. "Good night" he typed with a heart emoticon at the end. 

Good night, KyungSoo-yah...

The next day, same time as yesterday, Kyungsoo arrived at the airport. He was waiting at the entrance for women who swapped their identical suitcases. He still couldn't believe this story, but he accepted that, and told himself that many unexpected stories can happen, like his and YiSeul's example. He waited. "I think I came too early," he thought, but after looking at the phone, it was exactly 6 a.m., as agreed. He wore the same jacket, so she would recognize him. All of a sudden, he felt shivers, sometimes you feel this when someone is watching you, so he raised his head to look for the source of this unpleasant feeling. 

Just opposite him was standing a short girl, with dark brown long hair lying on her arms. Her pale skin color and dark, upturned eyes together had something unique, fascinating, Kyungsoo couldn't explain it in words. Maybe it's that red lipstick? She was wearing a blue sweater and a long, white dress, almost hiding her feet. 

Slowly, she came nearer to him while not losing an eye contact. 

- Is that you? Do you have my suitcase? -

KyungSoo's chest flattened as the uncertainty was forcing him to be prepared for any defense if it wasn't her, if he just had long eye contact with a random person who would approach him without any reason. He smirked and said:

- I have no idea how we swapped our suitcases, but hopefully, you had this name tag. Are you always keeping it inside?- he couldn't wait to ask that question which had intrigued him since yesterday. She then grabbed her suitcase and left his next to him. Then she smiled gently, raised her head, and explained:

- I get what you mean, that's unbelievable, right? I can't believe it myself, but what happened is I was late for my meeting, hopefully, I had all the documents on my phone so just printed them off on site. I was running and looking at my phone, so it's my bad, apologies for running into you - the way she spoke made Kyungsoo surprised as she answered all his questions in one go, and for some reason, he was not even bothered anymore. What happened, happened. Hopefully, everything will be back to normal from now on. 

- What's your name? - she was looking at her phone while asking. Kyungsoo, amazed by this question said:

- Doh Kyungsoo, but why are you asking? -

- No reason, I'm Rose. Nice to meet you. Apologies, but I need to check in, my flight is soon - then she moved to the entrance, raised her hand, and waved - See you, maybe someday! - 

- Remove! my num..m..ber...- The last word he whispered slowly as she was gone already. 

For some reason, this situation was fascinating for him and he smiled while turning around and headed to the first taxi. 

He spoke with YiSeul later. She was in the hospital with her mom. Her health was not getting any better, and that made Kyungsoo upset but he needed to focus because today he had another busy day...and all week was the same. He was waking up and going to the JJ ENMT building, planning, writing, arranging, listening, recording, and planning again. He spoke with YiSeul every evening, In the daytime she was absorbed by work and her mom's condition. 

He then arrived in Yeonhui.

"Finally at home," he thought. It was evening, so the skies were covered in dark ink, and because of a rainy time, the clouds were covering all the stars. 

His fence and grass were in the same condition as he left. "She took care of this place". Then he opened the door, not even thinking about taking off his shoes, he just wanted to see her first. 

She was in the kitchen wearing an apron, a little dirty after cooking but that didn't matter. Nothing matters, as far as she's here. Her hair was tied in a top knot. The only makeup on her face was probably mascara. She lifted her soiled in sweet cake icing finger and licked it while raising her eyes to look at him. 

- Hey! - he ran to her and hugged her like he just found his long-lost treasure. 

- How's the flight? - she asked while hugging him back and patting his arm. 

- Easy, it's a short flight so I didn't even realize when we landed. How are things? All ok? How's mom? Sorry, that is the most important, is she feeling better? 

YiSeul looked into his eyes, it seemed she was constructing the best sentence to describe the situation. 

- She's back at home, it seems she just overworked, and her back is not standing this kind of pressure anymore -

Kyungsoo was speechless for a second. 

- So it's not life-threatening? -

- No, she fell down the stairs while doing housework. It's OK now - 

He asked himself, what was the reason for him to create the life-threatening sickness, was it something she said? Or he just added this part by himself, which is hard to accept, but now he can't remember what exactly she said about her mother's condition. Mom - hospital - bad well-being - this generated a story in his mind? Sounds like an absurd. Maybe he is just too sensitive, maybe he was asking for a situation where he can support YiSeul, the same as she was supporting him up until now? If that's the case, that is very selfish of him.But he still couldn't accept this possibily....

- I'm happy everything is fine now, was worried about your mom - 

YiSeul smiled slightly, took his hand, and led him to the set table, filled with tasty dishes and a big cake in turquoise color. 

- Wait! - he gave an order and ran straight to the shelf just above the sink, grabbed a red wine, and came back to the table with two wine glasses.

- Addition to the delicious food you have prepared - he hasn't tried it yet, obviously, but he missed her, and whatever she prepared he will appreciate. Then he gave her a kiss...going deeper as his deep feeling of longing. She put her hand on his back for a second, then suddenly she cut this precious moment with words: " Let's eat first, shall we? - smiled and sat down. 

"What's that? " he thought while standing still and watching her. "What is this feeling?" 

Why does her lips seems so unfamiliar today?

[panickinganakin]

stepping stones to hell ch. 7 (ronance fic)

hello!! all previous chapters can be found here!

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Robin stood inside her bathroom, staring into the mirror trying to curl her hair. Though she was rather good with rollers, she wasn’t that great with a curling iron. She could never figure out how to not crease her hair with the clamp. Unfortunately for her, the rollers had been left in her bag on the tour bus.

She tried hard to not burn her hands. She pinched strands of her hair with the very tips of fingers. “Ah,” she shook her hand around as if air would cure the burn she managed to get on the side of her pinky. “Shit.” 

After her bedroom, the bathroom was her second favorite room in the house. Her and Gareth had painted it a dark forest green with shimmery gold trim. She had loved antique shopping so she spent almost two months searching for the perfect mirror. The one she had settled on was an oblong shape. The frame was metal wrapped ivy that was a tarnished gold color. She had hung so it was standing tall rather than wide. 

Steve had helped mount shelves on the wall behind her after they had used metallic spray paint to match the mirror's color. The finishing piece had been the canvas she had hung across from the toilet. It was a cartoon fox playing a guitar but his shirt said ‘Fuck the System’. She had scored that gem sitting against a dumpster in New York after a show. She could never guess why someone would have thrown it out but she felt lucky it was hers. 

She finally finished her hair then decided to add some eyeliner. For her outfit she had decided on a black skirt with her beloved Bowie shirt. 

Before walking out the door she had grabbed her bucket hat. It was a Jurassic Park hat and she had been waiting to wear it just for this occasion. Even if it was a gawky yellow and green to match the park’s vehicle, she didn’t mind. She had seen it in the window of a movie prop shop in California and knew she had to have it for her collection.

Luckily for Robin, finding Nancy’s house wasn’t that bad. She had only taken one wrong turn but realized it before she got lost. When she pulled up Nancy was outside sitting on her steps. She stood up quickly, grabbing her bag. 

She was wearing a floral mid length skirt but had paired it with a graphic t-shirt that said ‘I Heart My Pet T-Rex’. “Hey!” She said enthusiastically. 

“Nancy Wheeler, I am literally begging you to tell me where you got your shirt.” 

She clicked her seatbelt and let out a laugh, “I knew you’d enjoy it even though it doesn’t match the skirt.” 

“I especially love it for that reason.” She backed out of the driveway carefully, “So?” 

“Oh,” she sucked a breath in, “Don’t be mad, okay? I got it from a thrift store. For all we know it’s one of a kind.” 

“I guess I’ll have to rob you. I need it for my collection.” 

“What collection?” Though she wasn’t looking at her, Robin knew Nancy had raised an eyebrow when asking. 

“I have a silly shirt collection. Every stop of the tour where we have time to dick around I find a thrift store and buy the most ridiculous shirt I can find.” 

“No way,” she half snorted. “I would love to see it someday.”

“Because you have an interest or because you’re jealous and want to rob me?” 

“Excuse me?” she pretended to sound offended. 

Robin glanced at her, “Well if I show you where I live, who’s gonna stop you from breaking in when I’m on tour? Imagine the heartbreak I would feel coming home to find my ‘I shoved a hot dog in my ass in New York and all I got was this shirt’ t-shirt missing? Well, Nance let me just tell you, it would be worse than heartbreak. It would be, like, devastation.” 

She could see Nancy’s mouth crack into a grin but she also looked a bit shocked. “You’re joking. You don’t have a shirt that says that.” 

Robin shrugged, “Guess you’ve never been to New York.” 

“I have but I didn’t get a shirt when I did it.”

Robin couldn’t stop her mouth from dropping. She couldn’t believe Nancy Wheeler had a dirty sense of humor. They both laughed and Robin shook her head, “That was inappropriate.” 

She acted as if she were offended, “You started that and then set me up for the line. That’s on you.” They laughed again then Nancy pointed, “Oh! Take that road, it’s a shortcut.” 

Robin turned on her blinker, following her instructions. One thing Robin enjoyed most about the fall was the setting sooner. She loved early nights. “It’s a blood moon tomorrow,” Nancy said as if she had read Robin’s thoughts about the sky. 

“Oh shit. Really? That’s so cool, too bad I’ll be kicking ass on stage in Michigan.”

“I’ll take a picture for you.”

“Are you a photographer now too? Did you pick that up from Jonathan?” Robin didn’t mean to say it, it just sort of happened. But once it was out she realized she hadn’t asked about Jonathan. She knew the two of them had split up shortly before Robin had left Hawkins. The two had gone their separate ways but Robin didn’t really know what he was up to.

Nancy laughed which made Robin feel better about bringing him up. “Please. I just mean a little disposable camera. I could never work that thing like Jonathan does.”

“How is he by the way? If you don’t mind me asking… Unless you don’t want to talk about it of course.”

Robin could see Nancy look out the window but she started, “He’s good actually. I saw him last year when I was in California for an interview. We met up for coffee. He works for himself as a photographer but I think he wants to do movie promo. He said he had dabbled in it but it’s hard making a place for yourself in a city so big. Not that he couldn’t do it. Jon’s very talented. He just gets in his own way.” She paused for a moment then looked over. 

Robin glanced at her for a second not wanting to take her eyes off the road for too long. “Hopper and Joyce got married. El and Will are both in school for film. El picked up an interest in special effects and Will wants to do script writing. He’s always been so full of ideas. They actually go to school in Illinois. They all share an apartment here.” Nancy paused to think, “Dustin and Lucas are both going school for science. Lucas is going to Notre Dame with a full ride. Max is actually working in gaming. I’m trying to set something up with her soon.” 

This conversation had hit Robin in the gut. She forgot just how much she missed everyone. Even though she stayed busy most of the time she also had Steve which was like having a piece of her old life always with her. She never stopped to think about what all she truly left behind. “What about Erica?”

“She graduates in May. The last time I talked to Lucas he said she had a lot of schools looking at her. She basically has her pick.” 

Robin smiled at that. She would never forget meeting Erica and the danger that followed shortly after. She was always so smart and strong minded. She wasn’t surprised to hear she was doing well. She wasn’t surprised that all of them were doing good. They were an intelligent group of kids, even if they had been smart asses. “It’s crazy. Sometimes I never really slow down to think about how much time has passed. Sometimes when I wake up I still expect to be surrounded by posters of Star Wars and Madonna. Seventeen all over again. It takes me a moment to realize just how much has happened,” Robin stated.

“I think that’s part of the trauma. Like time passes by fast, that’s true. However I think after what we all went through… I mean we had no choice but to keep ourselves distracted. At first it was like living to forget everything but soon you sort of do. Sometimes, when I take a step back from everything, I feel seventeen again. I feel like I’m watching everyone around me suffer and I think about it all. But I blink and it’s like I’m back to work.” Nancy had grown quieter with every confession.

There were things Robin never spoke about out loud. It was exactly what Nancy had said. She had done so much to forget so bringing them makes them real again. “I know exactly what you mean. I still have nightmares sometimes.”

Nancy glanced over at Robin. They pulled into the parking lot of the movie theater. Neither one of them moved first. Robin knew what the upon request was. Once they exited the car they would resume as normal. The past would be the past again. “I do too,” Nancy confessed. 

They sat in silence for a few more moments before Robin pulled her door handle to put Nancy at ease. She noticed Nancy’s chest fall with relief before she too stepped out of the car. “Man, I haven’t been to a theater in ages,” she said, joining Robin in stride. 

The two walked toward the front of the building, “Me either! I can’t wait. Ugh. Movie theater popcorn means everything to me,” Robin said excitedly. 

“What do you miss most when you’re on the road?” Nancy asked as the two waited in line at the ticket window. 

“Hmm,” she tilted her head in thought. What did Robin miss the most? “Usually I would say my bed but I think I miss the overall normalcy of being home. Traveling and playing shows is so much fun. And even though the routine when you’re out on the road feels so chaotic there’s hardly any spontaneity. Like, wanting to go to the movies at the last minute? Nope. Deciding to stay in and cook cheap food and watch the Goonies? Nope. You miss being able to do normal things that would usually seem mundane.” 

Nancy looked as if she was thinking Robin’s words over carefully. “I think sometimes we have to make sacrifices to be happy. Because I mean, if we’re being honest, what do you think you’d be doing if not music? Were you wanting to go to college beforehand?”

Robin knew exactly what Nancy meant. She had thought about it before, many times. She had no idea what she would be doing if she weren’t playing in Corroded Coffin. “Uhm, I think I did? I mean, my parents wanted that for me. I don’t really know what I would have done. I didn’t know that back then either. I probably would have picked a major without much consideration just because I would have panicked about taking too long. Maybe I would have become a teacher. Can you picture me in a classroom?”

Nancy laughed softly while shaking her head, “No. Not really. Maybe like a summer camp counselor?” 

Robin scoffed, “What is that supposed to mean?”

She laughed again, “Well, I mean just mean, your bucket hat and previous cargo shorts. Not to mention your lame t-shirts. It’s all camp counselor vibes.”

Robin’s jaw dropped and she acted like she was offended. “You’re cruel.”

They stepped up to the ticket window and Robin paid for their tickets to the movie. As they stepped through the double doors Nancy tilted her head, “I’m only joking. I don’t know though. I think being a drummer suits you so well. It’s hard to imagine anything else but maybe something in art. Can you draw?”

“Nope, not even a stick figure.”

“Really? Shocking. You have such an artsy personality.” 

They stepped toward the concessions together where Nancy purchased a large popcorn and two sodas. “Oh, okay. I got it. You probably would have tried working in film right? Maybe behind the camera? Or set design? You love movies.”

“This is true,” Robin took the drink Nancy offered her. “I think working on film sets would be fun. A little hectic, but probably fun. What would you have done? Was there ever anything besides writing you thought about?”

They made their way into the room they had been directed towards. It was still dimly lit with only a handful of others scattered about. They made their way to the top, Nancy still thinking about her answer. “I don’t know. Writing is something I have been passionate about for as long as I can remember. I know my mom and I discussed the medical field once but I don’t think I would like being a nurse. Maybe I would own a bookstore somewhere. Just something comfy but something I would still enjoy.”

The lights went out completely and the screen in front of them came to life. They sat through the trailers, sharing the popcorn before the movie finally started. 

The two sat through the movie, sharing popcorn and looks of shock or amazement during the scenes that had blown them away. It had been everything Robin had hoped and more. During the scene where Ellie had restored power and the dino had jumped from behind her, Nancy had let out a gasp of horror before clutching Robin’s arm. “Holy shit!” she whispered, trying to laugh it off quietly only to lose her composure when Ellie had grabbed Mr.Arnold’s arm. 

The scene that had gotten Robin was the one with Tim and Lex in the kitchens with the velociraptors. 

As they made their way back to the car Nancy had let out a loud breath, “You know. I’m not exactly sure what I was expecting; however, I didn’t think it was gonna be that suspenseful! It was kind of scary!”

“Honestly it was so good. I definitely get all the talk! Thank you for coming with me!” She stepped toward the passenger side of the car to open the door for Nancy. Nancy slid in before Robin shut the door and got in the car herself. 

“I’m really glad you invited me! I don’t get out much aside from work. Usually I’m working at home too, though.”

“I wish I had known sooner you were living so close. Tour is going to be over in like three weeks so maybe we can hang out again?”

“I think that would be a great idea! Maybe we can make seeing movies together a normal thing for us!” 

“Ohhh, I would love that. Steve and Eddie? Terrible at sitting through a movie. Probably the worst movie date ever.” 

Nancy laughed, “I can see that.” 

Robin took the road that she had turned down on the drive to the theater. Nancy tapped the armrest between the two of them. It was completely dark now but luckily there was no lack of street light. “So, I’ll call you Tuesday?”

“Huh? Oh, the article. Yeah! I should have the first draft by then. I’m hoping the photos will be developed tomorrow when I get in. I’m excited to see what we have to work with.” 

Robin’s cheeks flushed at the thought of the photos. She looked good that day but that didn’t make her any nervous to see them herself. “Promise me if I look dumb you’ll throw them out and just do the story. No photos.” 

“What? No! You looked so fucking good! Don’t worry, Robin. This is gonna be so badass, I promise.”

Robin let out a sigh of relief, “I trust you.” She finally said. 

“Good, it’s literally my job.” 

There was a moment of comfortable silence before Robin pulled into Nancy’s driveway. “You can call me anytime, by the way. Not just on Tuesday. I get lonely here, it’s nice having friends.” 

“Ooh, that reminds me!” Robin fished around her center console, finding an old receipt and pen. She scribbled her number down and handed it to Robin. “Obviously you won’t be able to call me while I’m gone. But, when I’m back, call me when you’re free!” 

“Great,” Nancy smiled big, sliding the paper down into her bag. She reached for the door handle then paused, “How tired are you?” 

“I’m not?” Robin responded with a raised eyebrow. 

“Do you want to go to Painter’s Port?” She asked. When Robin gave her a questioning look she continued with an explanation. “Painter’s Port is a lake a few miles away. Not even really a port which is funny they call it that. It’s not even really a lake. It’s really a good sized pond. But, it’s usually pretty empty at night. It's a nice place to look at the stars.” 

Robin thought about it for a moment. She had to be up at five to leave for the bus but she could try to nap while they drove. It would be at least three weeks before she got to see Nancy again. Saying no would be silly and also make her a bad friend. “Will you drive? I don’t like driving at night and since you know where it is…?” Robin trailed off, shrugging her shoulders. 

Nancy’s face split into a smile and she nodded, “Of course! First, let me go grab a blanket and some wine!” 

Robin watched as Nancy bounced up her driveway and disappeared into her house. She scooted over into the passenger seat and smiled to herself. She really enjoyed Nancy’s company and it was obvious Nancy enjoyed hers. She wouldn’t have wanted to extend their time out together had she not, right? 

After a few short moments Nancy exited the house holding two bottles of wine and a blanket. She slid into the driver's seat, dropping the contents of her arms into Robin’s lap. “Ready?” She was smiling excitedly so Robin nodded at her with genuine happiness. “Let’s go,” she said before pulling out of her driveway. 

[ju1ian]

How do u imagine James' house on NYPW? I mean, I imagine it like a mansion, but could you describe it a bit pretty please? 🥺💕

Okay!!

So when I imagine it, it's like...smaller than a mansion but bigger than a normal house. Like have you ever seen those developments that are built for really rich people and all the bouses kind of look the same and they're all REALLY big but not quite mansions? I imagine the house is like that. Probably stone on the front, with a front step or a small porch. Not much in the way of landscaping outside, just the lawn and maybe some bushes near the windows. No flowers or gardens or anything.

There is an attached garage, probably built for three cars where James parks his truck and he probably has other cars in there as well. There is a door in the garage leading into the laundry room of the house which then gives way to the kitchen.

Through the front door you enter into a bit of a foyer, like where you hang your coat and leave your keys and stuff.

And I also do this silly thing where I go to IKEA and I look at the room displays there for inspiration. So James' kitchen is very open concept. It's got a large kitchen island in the middle where you can sit and eat, and I think his counter tops are probably white marble. In the kitchen there is a sliding glass door that leads outside onto the back deck that has a glass table surrounded by chairs and there is a pool out there as well.

From the kitchen you have a clear view into the living room that has two large couches, a loveseat and a coffee table in between them. He also has a television there on a television stand. I don't know what color the couches are. Probably dark colored? They are not very comfortable.

The whole house sort of has an emptiness to it though like it's not very decorated, and you can tell no one really spends a lot of time there.

Off the living room there is a two-piece bathroom, just a toilet and a sink with a mirror.

Another room on the first floor would be the dining room but nothing really happens in there so I don't know much about it. It probably has a long table in it that has never been used

The second floor is where the master bedroom is and three (possibly four) other rooms, with a full bathroom at the end of the hall for guests.

The master bedroom is the largest, it has big windows, and I can't remember if I said he had a California king or a regular king bed, but there's a big bed in there. The bed is comfortable. In the corner of the room is an arm chair with a small table next to it. (Think of like...the Cuck chair from a hotel room.) There are two bedside tables on each side of the bed and the one on the side James sleeps on has a phone and an alarm clock. There is nothing on the other one. I believe I said he has a television in his bedroom as well, that would be on a television stand on the wall opposite the bed. (If it exists)

There's a bathroom attached to the master bedroom that has black granite counter tops and a white tile floor. It also has a large tub as well as a stand up shower with a glass door. I think the faucets and light fixtures are probably gold since this is the 90's. The counter has two sinks, and a large mirror across the back. There's also a towel closet in the bathroom and of course a toilet. The bathroom has a window in it as well.

There are two guest rooms (I think? There might be three idk) that are set up for guests but are mostly empty, just having plain full size beds in them with a bedside table and a dresser. These rooms are VERY plain and unlived in.

The room at the very end of the hall across from the guest bedroom is James' music room. It's got a collection of guitars in it as well as a black sofa against the back wall and a stool that can be moved around the room. This room is the most lived in aside from the bedroom. It's very cluttered and full, it's also the room James spends the most time in with his friends. There are posters hung up on the walls from other bands as well as some Metallica memorabilia. Mostly just a collection of things that James likes, stuff that makes him happy.

There is an attic and a basement but I think the attic is probably empty and the basement is probably unfinished and just used for storage.

Anyway I hope this helped and wasn't boring lmao.

[dallashomeremodeling]

Home Renovation Quotes Which Won’t Stop Your Laugh

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According to the recent facts homeowners in the United States invests over $300 billion every year on home renovations & repairs. Some people hire professionals for the task, while others try to save money by doing it themselves. However, when you begin a DIY home renovation project, you may not complete it successfully since specific home renovation tasks require more knowledge than others.

Did you watch the movie The Money Pit, directed by Richard Benjamin and starting with Shelley Long & Tom Hanks? When you’re doing a usual DIY project, for whatever reason, you smash the hammer, miss the nail, make a hole in the ceiling, and rip your hammer out to take some wiring along, too. And then, before you know it, your bathroom renovation cost is more than a toilet paper roll?

Home renovation is difficult, and mishaps occur. We’re here to provide some happiness to assist you in getting through the distress. Continue reading to appreciate the following hilarious home renovation quotes. Place your utility belt on, as well as your protective helmet and work gloves since after reading these humorous quotes, you’ll realize you are not sole in your home renovation catastrophe. After a few good chuckles, you’ll be ready to return in there and flip this project on its head.

“Living during home renovations or repairs is like surviving in the wild, you can do whatever to endure”

Have any of you ever felt that you’ve regressed to the Stone Age? You were only attempting to renovate your kitchenette, not spark a fire for the very first time! Home renovation is wild. There is no way about it. You promptly understand about the walls beneath your walls–the planks, wiring, nails, as well as screws that hold all this together. And, in your mind, knocking down a wall here or shifting the kitchen island over there looks good and wonderful, till that wall supports a piece of your home. In the wild, you do whatsoever it needs to stay alive. It may imply that not all of the walls must be removed.

“I desire I would transform into a Sim when I think of the housework & improvements that need to be done”

Click, click, and click again. And now we’re done! How many of you have tried your hands at The Sims? When compared to real life, housework and home repairs are EASY PEASY in that game! You merely press some buttons, and there you have it! Work is in progress. Wait a few moments, then walk down to your fridge, prepare some hot cocoa, pop some popcorn, and return to BOOM. The project is completed. What a treat it would be to be a Sim during a home renovation. You could even be able to acquire some nasty and insanely efficient window and door upgrades!

“We are having guests; your job is to hang these color patterns on the walls to make it appear as though we’re doing anything with this home”

Okay, Okay! We’ve all experienced occasions when we overestimated the timespan of a project. But have you ever set up a project merely to appear to be working on something? This pair is doing everything correctly. A few hasty color samples are hung up to give the impression that a home remodeling project is in the works. This place isn’t always a shambles!

“When I said I needed a better floor, I really expected some new tile”

Oh Yes, undeniably. That is something we are all aware of. It sounds fantastic! In theory, it appears to be practical! In our minds, it ought to be a piece of cake! Wait, did someone mention cake? The fun part is having a concept and thinking about it, but the step-by-step approach is when things get…well…unfunny. But here’s where we’d want to say something: Don’t give up on your dreams. Make grandiose plans. Always dream big. Dream your dream so many times that the steps are all set out in front of you. The more you dream, the better you will be able to envision and complete your project! And don’t forget to laugh out loud along the way!

“So, the CAT attempted some renovations… I ate him because I knew you’d detest it. You are quite welcome”

Even Though They Try, Animals Are Not Renovators! Isn’t it worse to come home to a pet’s remodeling job than an incomplete renovation project? If you’re in the midst of a DIY home remodeling, with dust everywhere and wood pieces were strewn around. Perhaps your porcelain sink has been shattered. But at least you don’t have to clean up the rubbish that Fluffy has strewn all over the living room. Or perhaps you do! In such a situation, we grieve for you.

“Home renovation has become so expensive that you’re playing rock-paper-scissors to discover which child won’t be attending college”

You could be feeling this way when lying in bed at night, running statistics through your brain, remembering you also have to fix the wall the hammer went through. It’s sometimes helpful to crack a joke and remind yourself that the endeavor is just that: a project. And even if things go out of hand, you’ll be able to breathe through it and finish the job. Just be mindful of how much time and money you invest in it. Make a spending plan. Then, create a larger WHAT-IF budget and ensure that both can be satisfied without generating stress.

“Then there was a huge explosion behind me, and when I looked around, he was gone”

Yikes! At the very least, you’re not the nails in your home renovation, are you? This amusing home renovation quote is ideal for looking at just after you’ve banged the hammer down on your thumb. While you’re icing that black and blue nail, try to chuckle some of the agonies away by reading a blog like this!

“They’ll adore the style I’m incorporating into this floor”

Chester Chicken might harm your concrete patio, driveway, or pathway! But it’s unlikely. However, you may recall a time when a friend, pet, or stranger inadvertently left a mark in your curing concrete. Or perhaps you and your family decided to take the cosmos into your own hands and make your mark in stone. If you do, please be sure to include a date so that the moment is never forgotten!

“Take it easy, man!! You’re going too far ahead of yourself”

He’s all set to renovate the roof before there is even a roof!  You’ll be able to giggle at this comedy, whether you’re building a new home or remodeling an existing one. It occurs that people get ahead of themselves. At the very least, you don’t have this funny guy up in the sky.

“You just had one job”

“You only had one task,” as the term goes, may be applied everywhere, including outside of house remodeling. But it’s especially amusing in the context of home remodeling. Smaller tasks should be straightforward, such as screwing in the light switch, installing the toilet bowl lever, or bolting on the door handle. But people frequently mess them up, and when we do, it’s hard not to chuckle.

Wrap-Up:

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[lost-ash-es]

I can't turn roaches into butterflies

I can't put these thoughts into poetry

I can't compare them to lilac and roses

I can't write about how my feelings are like the ocean

or how the waves move as they surround me

my feelings are not pretty and my thoughts are not quiet

they look like moldy bread and clogged toilets

they sound like crying babies and loud hand dryers

I can't turn my pain into poetry

so I cry into metaphors and write about those instead

I can't describe my organs, sloshing around in blood

so I pretend my ribs are made from flowers and my heart is made of wine

my life wouldn't read like poetry

my thoughts don't sound like songs

my feelings can't be painted

and hung up on a wall

I can't make beauty about sadness

so I turn it into melancholy

I can't paint pictures of my insides

so i pretend a garden lives there instead

I can't make sounds they'd call music

so I learn nicer, softer ones to play

my life isn't poetry

so I write about what is

and pretend those thoughts are on bare skin

that they weren't bandaged and covered up

my brain doesn't create beauty

my feelings are never mine for long

and my pain oozes out of every pore

burning and smelling like rotting sores

my eyes don't see poetry

so I put on rose colored glasses

to make everything look pretty

they turn my oozing pain into waterfalls

and paint my rotting heart red again

I was dying in a life without poetry

so I dried my tears with metaphors

and wiped my nose with hyperboles

I wrote about how my guts hold a garden

and how my ribs are made of flowers

I covered my cuts with bandages and my flaws with makeup

they say I'm vulnerable to share this

as if these poems are naked and didn't get clean

as if these words are the words from my

head

as if the wine will spill out of my heart

and the flowers on my ribs will wither

don't worry, though, my ribs are made of bones and my heart is filled with blood

-ash

[saltedsolenoid]

Ahshes! by SaltedSolenoid

Fandoms: {MCU: Mutual Cinematic Universe} {Witch's Heart}

Tags: Archer/@guy0509 x Ahse Bradley | sorry for the bad spelling! wrote this at midnight lol | crossover fic | oneshot | no proofreading we die like everyone in witch's heart | based off a comment by @thatonegaybastard | thankies all readers!

501 words

[Archer looks at his thoughts about Ashe and has a 'revelation,' i guess?]

(It had been 288 days now.

Being an oversimplified character in a fandom full of theorizers, perhaps Archer sympathized with the fellow. Perhaps they found him silly. Internally, in his own only slightly-beating heart, Archer was able to see that it was all an act, of themself and of Ahse, the one that he held so close.

To be different, Archer thinks, is what’s necessary for Ahshe to be so compelling.

A suncatcher turns the rays of that star ever so far away into rainbows, spattered on the walls and ground. It diverts the layers that the Sun holds and turns them into what can be seen in a different way, metaphorically and physically. 

Archer would love to hold Ass to the sun and watch him burn and scream, watch the colors he beholds.

How putrid!

With an arm previously acting as a pillow underneath her head, Archer sat up, admiring their Crocs. Teal, almost metallic, reminding him of Ashie’s gorgeous locks. He looked around his room; a poster saying “Him I Love” in barely-readable, scrawled cursive, and nothing else on the walls. It was dim in here, and felt empty. So strange! 

Archer thinks to themselves, head in their knees. Xe could bother Piper, in the other room, but fleur’s likely too busy either strangling Ash or staring at a picture of Claire they hung up on the wall. 

Sighh… nothing to do. But! Think about Ashehe, Archer thinks, kicking their feet with excitement.

They think, and think, until he finally realizes he can think of Ashe no more. Wbat… what? 

What the hell is this? Had her brain run dry? Ashe was always there, cheering xem on, being spun from the ceiling fan by his brain, what was this? This couldn’t be happening. 

Archer stood up, shaking, searching for Ashe. Behind the Him I Love poster? No. With Piper? No. Outside the window? No! Flushed down the toilet! No, no, thousand times, no! What’s going on? What’s going on, Archer can’t stand any more, seeing the hell of No Ashe opening up before her eyes, hands trembling, he reaches out, ripping open the abyss, searching for any semblance of comfort left.

But there was none there. Ashe had taken it all. Ashe had run from the mansion that was Archer’s heart, and left a void.

A void, and in the corner of that void, was hope. Would Ashe truly leave with no trace, Archer realized, and thought further into the idea? No, no. He’d leave something behind. He isn’t one to not say goodbye… or is he? Remember the conclusion, remember the mansion, remember his family. Remember.

“Remember what?” ahse spoke from behind Archer.

They turn around with a fright. 

“I wouldn’t leave you. So unlike me!”

Ashe shook hands with Archer, still in awe of what had just happened. Is Archer just supposed to take this as something that happened?

Yes, yes he is. And he’ll find the strength to move forward, in the end of it all. )

AUTHOR'S NOTE

sorry about this lol! i summoned this out of thin air in less than 30 minutes right before i went to sleep, thus has a lot of headcanons, hope this works!

[enchantedchocolatebars]

After The Party (Based Off Of This Headcanon)

Author's Note: "Clara" is My Wittewife.

The morning sun slowly rose in the Isles' sky, sending its first rays down on a big cottage with a messy exterior.

Drinking cups, string lights, non-inflated balloons, firework tubes, and confetti littered the lawn as toilet paper hung from the house.

It looked like an absolute barnyard.

Speaking of barnyard, sleeping in the front yard were a pile of winged pigs with party hats on.

The interior didn't look any better.

Or cleaner.

Inside, food and trash flooded the floors as glitter coated the walls. Partygoers were seen sleeping all over the place - one of them being Caleb who was out like a light on a carpet in the living room. Stuck to his forehead was a sticky note with writing.

When the blonde starts to wake, he slowly sits up and rubs his head. His hair was a mess.

What happened?

Squinting, he scans the room and sees some of the people (witches) from last night lying down.

Oh, right, the party.

A tired smile formed at the memory. This was his third one. Clara had taken him and the two had a blast. The lights, the loud music, the laughs he shared with her and others.

It was all such frivolous fun.

Events like parties weren't permitted back in Gravesfield, not even birthday parties. And ESPECIALLY not wild ones with merriment and heavy drinking.

Caleb knew that.

Throwing or attending one would likely get you tarred and feathered.

Or worse, feathered and tarred.

As he starts to stand, Caleb could sense the mild pain rushing to his head as he groaned.

The morning headaches were always the worse part about parties.

Holding his forehead, he felt something stuck on. Peeling it off, he holds a sticky note; on it a short message written in cursive.

It simply read, "Left early - Philip".

A few memories from yesterday start to recollect in the elder's mind. That's right, both him and Clara managed to convince Philip to come along. Though, he didn't do any dancing at the party. Or much of anything.

From what Caleb could recall, his little brother spent the entire time scowling.

Well, at least that explained why he wasn't there, but what about his Clarabelle?

Where was she?

As brown eyes began to look left and right for his lover, Caleb suddenly hears light snoring.

The airy sounds were coming from behind the blonde.

Turning around, he spots someone snoozing beneath a blanket on a couch.

The russet colored cowlick sticking out like a sore thumb was a dead giveaway on who it was.

His lady.

His light.

His life.

Approaching her with a soft smile, he lightly shakes her. "Clara?" He calls with a calm coo, his voice soft and sweet. "Oh, Clara? It's morning, love. Time to wake up." Lifting a bit of the blanket to see her beautiful frame, his eyes widen and he IMMEDIATELY drops it back down when he sees some hairy guy with shades on and no shirt... or shoes... or pants. OOPS. He's... going to pretend he didn't see all... that.

So where was his girlfriend?

Just then Caleb's ears pick up on another snore, only this one was WAY louder and not too far from him.

With just a couple of steps, he sees Clara on the floor, sprawled out to her full length, her long hair flipped over her face.

Her current state made Caleb let out a chuckle as he crouches down.

With a small shake of her shoulder, he softly says, "Clara. Oh, Clara. Wake up."

"Still sleeping", Clara playfully replies. "No."

"But, my love, it's morning."

"Don't care."

"But--"

"Never. Gonna sleep forever." She "snores".

Standing up, Caleb starts to think to himself. What would make Clara wake up? Hmm... Suddenly, an idea strikes! He knew how. Smirking he spoke again.

"Fine. I respect your decision. I'll just have to eat this delicious ham I have here all by myself."

Clara's eyes shot open at the mention of meat. Did he say ham? She LOVES ham!

NOT WASTING A SINGLE SECOND, Clara quickly stood up.

The words "PARTY GIRL" were revealed to be written on her forehead in marker.

With slightly bugged out eyes and a hungry smile, the bubbly witch beams. "I'm up! Where's the ham?" She asked.

Caleb couldn't help but chuckle a second time. "Sorry, but there's no ham."

Hearing this disappointing news, Clara pulls her lips into a pout, holding both her hands on her hips. She didn't like being tricked.

"Hey, no fair! I was promised a very delicious ham!😤" Don't do her like this, Caleb.😞

A third chuckle came from him.

She looked so cute when she did the whole pouty lip thing.

"How about we stop by the butcher shop and I buy you one? Will that make you feel better?"

"Maybe..." Clara huffed before curling her lips into a teasing smile. She boops her boyfriend's nose. "BUT, only if you make it two hams. You owe me." She winks.

He nods with a smile. "Deal!"

After he bought the two pork shanks that Clara desired, Caleb planned on heading back to his place for a shower.

Lord knows he needed one.