#chrome bathroom taps

[orevatiles]

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[melbourneba]

Shine Bright: The Timeless Elegance of a Chrome Basin Mixer Tap

Elevate your bathroom aesthetic with the timeless allure of a Chrome Basin Mixer Tap. This classic fixture effortlessly combines sophistication and functionality, making it a staple in modern and traditional bathroom designs alike.

1. Lustrous Finish: A Chrome Basin Mixer Tap is characterized by its brilliant and reflective chrome finish, adding a touch of luxury to your bathroom decor. The lustrous surface not only complements various color schemes but also creates a lasting visual impact.

2. Versatile Design: The versatility of Chrome Basin Mixer Taps extends to their design, seamlessly integrating into a myriad of bathroom styles. Whether your space boasts contemporary minimalism or embraces a more classic ambiance, a chrome finish effortlessly complements the surroundings.

3. Easy Maintenance: Chrome finishes are renowned for their durability and ease of maintenance. Resistant to tarnishing and corrosion, a Chrome Basin Mixer Tap requires minimal effort to keep it looking pristine, ensuring a long-lasting and aesthetically pleasing addition to your bathroom.

4. Light Reflection: The reflective nature of chrome enhances the play of light in your bathroom, creating a brighter and more open atmosphere. This quality is particularly beneficial for smaller spaces, contributing to an illusion of expansiveness.

5. Design Harmony: A Chrome Basin Mixer Tap seamlessly harmonizes with various bathroom accessories and fixtures. Its neutral and adaptable nature allows it to effortlessly blend with other chrome elements, such as showerheads, towel racks, or cabinet hardware, achieving a cohesive and unified design.

6. Modern Elegance: Chrome has an innate ability to exude modern elegance. A Chrome Basin Mixer Tap, with its sleek lines and contemporary design, effortlessly elevates the overall aesthetic of your bathroom, making a bold statement in a subtle yet impactful manner.

7. Coordinates with Any Color Scheme: Chrome's neutral nature ensures that a Chrome Basin Mixer Tap complements any color palette in your bathroom. Whether your tiles are cool whites, warm neutrals, or vibrant hues, the chrome finish seamlessly integrates, offering a versatile and adaptable solution.

8. Timeless Appeal: Chrome finishes possess a timeless appeal that withstands evolving design trends. Choosing a Chrome Basin Mixer Tap is an investment in a fixture that not only stands the test of time but continues to exude sophistication and relevance throughout the years.

9. Affordable Luxury: Chrome Basin Mixer Taps provide an affordable yet luxurious option for upgrading your bathroom. The chrome finish imparts a high-end look without the associated high costs, making it an accessible choice for those seeking to add a touch of luxury to their space.

In essence, a Chrome Basin Mixer Tap is more than a functional fixture – it's a design statement that adds a layer of elegance and versatility to your bathroom. With its timeless appeal, easy maintenance, and ability to complement various styles, a Chrome Basin Mixer Tap is a shining example of how a small detail can make a significant impact on your overall bathroom design.

[paradisekitchens]

[bestsanitaryware]

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Your home's taps are more than just water fixtures. They can bring elegance and smart features to your daily routines. Let's explore the world of Hindware taps and see how they make your kitchen and bathroom experiences special.

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3. Save Water: These taps are designed to use water wisely. You get a strong flow while using less water, which is great for our planet.

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5. Built to Last: Hindware taps are tough. They won't rust or wear out quickly, so they'll stay looking good for a long time.

6. Easy to Install: Installing these taps is a breeze, whether you're a DIY pro or call in a pro for help.

7. Kitchen Helpers: In the kitchen, these taps make cooking and cleaning up easier. Some even help with water filtering.

8. Bathroom Bliss: In the bathroom, they turn your daily routines into relaxing experiences.

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[rinsoap]

no thoughts, just alt bfs <33 he lets you dye his hair every other month, looking forward to sitting on the tiled bathroom floor between your legs while you perch on the rim of the bathtub, painting over his overgrown buzzcut. he likes to give your knees little kisses as his foot taps to some system of a down song you hum along to.

he'll happily accept your offer to do his makeup after you finish yours. you drag pencil eyeliner across his lids and corners of his eyes, smearing it in lazily until it's grey to add an even more tired appearance to his face. you finish off his quick look with a kiss to his cheekbone that leaves a dark lipstick print where your lips were.

before he goes out, he always makes sure to be wearing a piece of jewelry you've gifted him; chrome rings, matching red pendants, a little sword earring. he loves being asked where he got his jewelry because then he gets to mention you! "oh this? my beautiful girlfriend got them for me, thank you for asking."

he does not take his playlists seriously at all. he just shuffles his liked songs and calls it a day. he's got one playlist though, and its dedicated to makeouts with you. and he takes that very seriously. he loves pulling you on top of him from laying beside him. he likes to have you on top of him, thighs squeezing against his hips as you straddle him. you lean down to press your lips on his, holding his face with both hands gently while the playlist blasts over the sounds of your kisses. it always starts out gentle, polite even, but as soon as the playlists shuffles to she wants revenge, all niceties are thrown out the window. he pulls you close, and you follow his movement. your hands keep switching from his face, to his neck, to his chest, not knowing where to touch, but knowing you want to touch him. he mimicks similar movements, needing as much of you as he can get. he squeezes the flesh of your hips and lets his hands roam over your body, up his shirt you’re wearing to rub the skin of your waist and back. you need each other, and that's all you know.

SUNA RINTARO. miya osamu. KOZUME KENMA!!!! semi eita. tsukishima kei. kunimi akira. KYOTANI KENTOROU!

MITSUYA TAKASHI!!!!!! ken ryuguji. hakkai shiba. BAJI KEISUKE. kazutora hanemiya.

[uhhleeese]

Kids - Bathroom

[worstreligiousfanart]

Kids - Bathroom

[channiesdelululand]

'I need more'?!

NSFW Bang Chan x Reader

Warnings: 18+, MINORS DNI!, Unprotected sex, Private Voyeurism, and cursing. Please let me know if I left any out!

Short drabble because Christopher's solo stages have me slowly going insane so enjoy! LOL

You shouldn’t feel like this… You shouldn’t be so angry? Jealous? Honestly in this moment staring into the mirror of your hotel room, you were sharing with your boyfriend, you really had no idea what you were feeling. Your boyfriend, who was currently on his way home from the arena after another sold out show, he didn’t do anything wrong? Its not like he sat on stage half naked making the same faces he does with you alone, the same eyes rolling in the back of his skull while throwing his head back the same way you’ve seen him do 100 times. But 100 times for you, 100 times in the privacy of 4 walls, no one around. It’s not that you didn’t enjoy watching his little stage, because god quite the opposite. The second he strolled on the stage slowly dragging that chair… Your mind went blank, excitement starting to pool between your thighs. You loved every second of it. Every fake nail mark…. Every hand print… And now ‘I need more’? You know it’s just a stage. It’s his job. You’ve never felt this feeling before. So why this feeling, why now?

The sound of the hotel room door opening snapping you out of your mind spiral. 

“Y/N”

“Im in here, just washing my face.”

Just as you splash cold water on your face you feel arms wrap around your waist. His face resting against your back.

“You okay baby? You just about sprinted out of the arena after the show.”

You don’t answer, looking up meeting his gaze. You study his for a moment. His half zipped chrome hoodie exposing a bit of the left on stage make up from that damn stage. He watches your eyes burn into his chest.

“Baby? Come on now what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”

“Nothing babe, just tired. Had a little too much fun today thats all.”

“Okay if you say so, hurry and wash up so we can cuddle a bit before bed.”

He slowly unwraps his arms and leaves a lingering kiss to the inside of your neck. 

“Love you”

You hear him start to rustle around the room. You know he can tell something is wrong, not just from him asking but the look in his eyes. He can read you like a book. 

You notice the lights from outside in the room start to dim. You walk out of the bathroom to investigate.

“Chris what are you doing?”

Sitting in one of the chairs, jacket fully unzipped, basketball shorts still on but legs spread apart showing off his thick thighs. He has his head leaned back until he hears you start to walk over to him. Placing one of his hands on his lap lightly tapping himself, inviting you to come take a seat. 

“Come on baby girl, come take a seat and tell me why you seem so upset.”

Crossing your arms in protest, an attempt that wouldn’t last very long. You never lasted long when Chris looked like this. Hair disheveled, skin still sticky from sweat, half dressed because after a long show he just cant be bothered. 

“I don’t want to.”

“Oh you don’t? I just dont think I believe you.”

Reaching out to you still in your outfit from the concert. Tiny little skirt with nothing on underneath within grabbing distance of him. He takes the hem of your skirt pulling you a little closer to him. Running his index finger between your folds and bringing the wetness up to his mouth to suck it off. Taking everything in you to not whimper. 

“Sure doesn’t feel like you dont want to my sweet, deliciously sweet girl.”

He grabs your arm pulling you forward until you turn around, falling into his lap. You land so perfectly, your head falling back onto his shoulder, legs draped over his. His hands immediately start moving. One down under your skirt feeling around kneading your thighs. The other up your shirt finding your nipples, rolling them between his fingers. All while starting to give little bites to your ear lobe. 

“This is what I am thinking about you know.” he whispers into your ear as he starts circling around the bundle of nerves currently in desperate need of being touched.

“Think about when?”

“When im on stage, I picture this exactly. You in my lap letting me take you as I wish.”

“You mean when you are infront of thousands of people getting to think about you like that. Getting to fantasize about you.”

“Awww I know what’s wrong now. Did my baby get a little jealous?”

“Nooo” You start to whimper as he inserts 2 fingers and begins curving them up so perfectly.

“Oh yeah thats it, they may get to see what I look like when I think about you but they’ll never get to hear these sweet sounds that come from you.”

You feel his body shift as he pulls his shorts and boxers down enough to free himself. He take his hand and uses himself to start to tease you. Slowly causing you to buck, silently begging him to enter. 

“Nope baby I want to hear you tell me why you ran out of that arena so quickly when all I wanted after the show was to bend you over and take you before coming back here.”

“It’s silly Channie, fuuuckkk…. I don’t want to.” His fingers pumping in and out with his thumb circling your clit it was hard to think.

“Never silly baby tell me.”

“I was jealous…But not because you were on stage like that.”

“Oh?” You can feel his shit eating grin against your neck as he bites, sucks, and licks while you try to speak.

“I was jealous because I wasn’t up there with you. And Fuck Christopher you just looked so incredible. ”

“Good girl using your words.” He slips himself inside you pulling your waist down on him deeper. “Why don’t you show me what you would do if you were on stage with me.”

You sit up a bit, legs still draped over his, and begin moving yourself up and down.

“Chris, want them to know youre mine.” Your words slurring out.

“Yeah? Fuck yeah, show them. Show them what a good girl you are.”

“Im your good girl”

“Thats right baby, mine just mine. and I am all yours.”

He begins matching your bouncing with his own thrusts. Using one hand on your waist to guide you and the other to add extra stimulation.

He can feel you getting close and based off his unsteady grunts you could tell he was as well. 

“want me to show you how much I am yours y/n?”

“Yes, please show me!” You grasp at his thighs, as you feel the knot in your stomach about to burst.

“Fuck, Im going to cum in this pretty pussy and show the world you are mine. Cum for me sweet girl, cum for me and scream my name. No one can scream my name as perfect as can.”

“Chris uhhh fuck CHRIS”

“God, fuck you are such a good girl.”

Both of you reaching your high together, he starts to slow his movements helping you down from such a high, high. You can feel your combined arousal soaking Chris’ lap. You slouch down into his chest listening to his steading heartbeat.

“Imagine we did that on stage baby.”

“I think you be out of a job.” 

Both of you laughing against each other. You loved this feeling, right after where you felt so close to him.

“I love you Chris”

“And I love you more. I want to say there’s no need for you to get jealous but I’m not going to lie it’s pretty sexy on you.”

“Shut up! It’s not my fault you felt the need to look so fuckable on stage! You know what that manspreading does to me!” You turn slightly to playful swat at his arm but you are met with his hand palming your cheek and pulling you into the deepest kiss.

“Never forget I am yours, and I always will be.” You can hear his honey dripping smile through his words.

Suddenly all the unexplainable rage from an hour ago had melted away as you cuddled deep into Chris  and left little kisses on his chest as he wrapped his arms around you and held you tightly. 

“And I am yours Channie, now and forever.”

[dont-f-with-moogles]

18. "Swallow"

for levihan

please 🫦🤤

Smut Scribbles 18. “Swallow.” 23. “Say My Name.” (Soo demanding 🙄 Luckily I am here to serve! 😉)

You Want Me (Extra NSFW) Characters: Levi x Hange Modern AU Word Count: 1030 words

Standing with cool porcelain beneath his feet, Levi twisted on the chrome tap. A jet of warm water cascaded down from the showerhead, drenching his head and shoulders. Levi’s eyes closed as beads of moisture trickled down his face. Clouds of steam rose, lulling him into a deep reverie. All the events of the day melted away in the haze; the distant click of a door was drowned out by the rush of artificial rain. He lifted his head and swept back his damp fringe, revelling in the heat against his skin. The world beyond the shower screen was blurred into an almost impenetrable fog; a wall of white rippled with a sudden shadow. The silhouette of a hand.

“Huh?” Levi’s arms remained raised; tense. “Hange…?”

In answer the screen slid open; a blade of cold air cut through the warmth. Hange stood before him, glasses perched on their head and a smirk playing about their mouth. Levi rubbed at his eyes and uttered an exasperated sigh.

“...mind if I join you?” 

Before he could answer Hange had flung their glasses into the sink behind, shed the rest of their clothes and slipped underneath the water. The shower screen closed behind them with a click. 

“Damn it Four Eyes, you can’t give me five minutes to myself…”

But Levi’s weak protestations were drowned out. The downpour drenched Hange’s hair, plastering dark strands to the sides of their smiling face. Tangled tufts fell, too sodden and heavy to stay in their hair tie. Droplets rolled down from Hange’s forehead; one clung to their nose; another trickled down the crest of their lips. Softly, the back of Hange’s hand swept past Levi’s cheek, their palm cupping his jaw. They drew his face towards their own. Steam blurred Levi’s vision; heat made his head swim. 

The press of Hange’s lips was slow, tentative. Their other hand reached for his hair, fingertips brushing his undercut. Hot water lashed Levi’s back as he leaned into them, savouring the kiss. Hange’s tongue swept the roof of his mouth; a tender exchange. His arms encircled Hange’s waist, hands clutching the base of their spine. Their skin was wet, shining, scorched by the shower's heat. With a thready, vocal sigh, he melted into them.

“Dya still need five minutes to yourself?” Hange’s nose grazed his. Even as their chest rested against him, Hange’s whisper was almost swept away in the current of water. Levi’s grip upon their lower back tightened, lest he failed to catch the words as they fell from Hange’s lips.  

“You want to have me here. Admit it, Levi.”

Hange’s hair hung in dark wet clumps. Beads of water rolled down their chest; the small curve of their breasts glistened. Hange’s bronze skin glowed in the heat which rose, mistlike, around them. Levi’s mouth filled with saliva.  The temptation to trail his tongue up from their stomach, along the valley of their body, was overpowering. His hooded eyes drifted upwards, haltingly, to theirs.

“Make me.”

There was a steely glint in Hange’s eyes. They plucked his challenge out of the air, lips curving with defiance as they knelt before him. Levi choked out a few broken words as they took his cock in their hand.

“Oh, I’ll break you. I’ll have you say my name before you can stop yourself.”

Hange’s tongue was pressed against his taut skin. They were enjoying this, dark eyes intent upon him, as they swept upwards from shaft to head. Levi sank against the bathroom tiles, dizzied by the haze of steam; dazed by the sensation of Hange’s mouth on him. Their gaze remained unbroken as Hange eased themself away, a thread of saliva trailing from their tongue. As they flicked it across the tip Levi’s eyes rolled back, lids fluttering closed. He reached for their head, entangling his fingers in their sodden hair. 

Hange cupped their lips around him, mouth drawn so tightly that Levi uttered a small moan. His hand slipped against the tiles. He coughed out another strangled sound as Hange brought their head down, taking his cock right to the back of their throat. The feel of them was intoxicating; the pressure of their lips hot and tight around him. Sweet torture. Levi’s ragged breath was lost in the steady stream of water as it gushed over them both.

Through some silent calculation of their own, Hange drew to a sudden halt. They pulled back once more despite the firmness of Levi’s grip. Hange smiled slowly, eyes as dark as earth drenched by the rain. 

Levi’s breath caught as they took him in their mouth again. At first they moved idly, teasing him with the slow movement of their tongue. Then their lips were working harder upon him; their head pulling back with quickening strokes.

“Oh fuck, Hange…”    

But Hange’s cruelty knew no bounds. Again they paused, almost methodically, to relish the effect they had on him. With a low, guttural sound, Levi pleaded for release.

“What was that Levi? It’s so loud in here!”

Levi’s eyes were closed, nerves humming like livewires. He was burning alive; delicious, white hot agony climbing towards its peak. 

“...I said I fucking want you, Hange. Now finish what you started.”

Desperately he pushed himself past their parted lips. His fingers were still gripped in Hange’s hair as he eased their head back and forth. He was so close now that his breath was coming in shaking gasps. He rubbed himself against their hot, wet mouth over and over again, heat blistering his skin. Then Levi came with a stifled groan, spilling inside Hange’s mouth, fingers pulling at the very roots of their hair.

“Ha… that’s it… now swallow.”

Levi’s eyes flashed open. He was alone, encased in the shower’s white steam, reeling as warm water drenched his heaving shoulders. Gasping, heart racing, Levi let his hand fall limply to his side. The sweet sting of pleasure was ebbing away - now no more than a dull throb. His empty gaze fell to his bare feet; at the current which swirled about the plughole, extinguishing the weight of his guilt and all traces along with it. ....

I made it fit both prompts! Hope you liked it Bestie 💜💜💜 Go on readers, send me a character(s) and a not so SFW Ask. You know you want tooo~ 👉 Smut Scribbles

[prairiesongserial]

24.1

“Did you know that the Bernina Express stayed in continual operation post-event?” Vanya whistled appreciatively. “It says here that the Bernina only took a week off for the end of the world–and that was just for regular scheduled maintenance.”

Yuri did not look up from the time table. The strap of his large, heavy bag dug into his shoulder.

“Listen– ‘sheltered by the Alps, operations were virtually unaffected by the cataclysmic event that ushered forth a new era for humanity.’” Vanya tapped the page of his brochure emphatically.

“I read the materials as well,” Yuri said. According to the time table, their train would be arriving in five minutes. He and Vanya would disembark in Switzerland three stops later. It would be a tight turn-around. Board at Karlsruhe, make contact, disembark at Basel with Herr Hennig. Not impossible, just tight.

“That’s a surprising turn of phrase for a tourist guide,” Vanya continued. “Don’t you think?”

“What is?” asked Yuri. He turned away from the time table, lending Vanya a little more of his attention. Vanya also carried a large, awkwardly proportioned bag over his shoulder, but despite the fact that he was half Yuri’s size, the weight didn’t appear to affect him.

“‘Ushered forth a new era for humanity,’” Vanya repeated. “What kind of tone does that set for the honeymooners?”

Yuri’s lip twitched.

“What? Is it your blood sugar? Do you want to sit down?”

“No,” Yuri said. “I do not want to sit down.”

Their train arrived at the station precisely on time. It was not the cherry-red Bernina Express, and it would not be looping majestically through the Swiss Alps. It was the Göttingen to Milan Economy Line. The exterior of the train was dingy, once-impressive chrome. The only view from the windows would be of radioactive Rhineland.

Vanya folded his brochure and slipped it into the front of his waistcoat. He waited right at the edge of the tracks for the train to slow to a stop. The rush of air tugged at the edges of Yuri’s coat.

The train finally came to a stop. Through pure luck, the doors lined up perfectly with where Vanya was standing.

“Our seats are in Car 7,” Yuri said. He ducked to fit through the train doors, careful of the extra height added by his luggage. Vanya was already making his way down the aisle to the next car. He touched everything he passed–the backs of seats, the overhead luggage racks.

“This is why you are always sick,” Yuri said.

Vanya ignored him. He carefully navigated the narrow passage between train cars, his luggage catching in the doorframe. He fixed it before Yuri could catch up and do it for him. The train split off into a lower and upper level at this juncture; Vanya continued down to the lower level.

“I was thinking about our cover story,” Vanya said. He spoke in Russian, even though Car 10 was empty. The rings he wore chimed discordantly against the overhead racks as he touched each one.

“And?”

Vanya glanced over his shoulder at the passage into Car 9. He was smiling. Yuri couldn’t see his mouth from this angle, but there was a pink, crescent-shaped scar on his cheek. When Vanya smiled, the scar changed shape also.

Yuri frowned at him. “What?”

“Well,” Vanya said, “I was just thinking about the Bernina Express and the scenic Alps.”

“Ski trip,” Yuri said. Their luggage could be confused for skis. If Vanya really wanted a cover story, that was a serviceable one. There was no need for a cover story. In three stops they would disembark in Basel with Herr Hennig.

“Honeymoon,” Vanya countered. He glanced over his shoulder again as they crossed through Car 9. The scattered commuters with their newspapers would not be interested in this conversation, but Yuri still pressed his lips into a firm line and maintained silence.

The passage between Cars 9 and 8 had a telephone and a toilet. A family blocked Vanya and Yuri’s path. A grandmother stood with the door to the toilet propped open, helping her young grandson with the bathroom. A slightly older child took advantage of her distraction to take the telephone receiver off the hook and wrap himself up in the cord. A third child stood squarely in the middle of the narrow passage, blinking up at Vanya.

“Excuse me, little child,” Vanya said in German.

The grandmother spoke in aggrieved Polish as she closed the door to the toilet on the youngest and pulled the child blocking the way to the side. She asked the child wrapped in the telephone cord if he had cabbage for brains.

Car 8 was nearly full. There were two other families with children and a number of young couples. A blend of languages was being spoken. Yuri could pick out none of it. On one side of the car, a toddler was crying and kicking his feet against the seat in front of him. On the other, a pink-faced girl with her hair pulled back into a ponytail whispered into her beau’s ear and laughed when he pinched her side in reply.

Vanya slowed to a stop in front of them. Yuri noticed the wedding rings on the couples’ fingers, and saw where Vanya was going. He considered faking a health emergency, but Vanya would become insufferable.

“You are on your honeymoon?” Vanya said in German. “Congratulations to you. Us too, we are just married.”

The girl blinked up at him in surprise. The boy split a suspicious look between Vanya and Yuri. His gaze flicked back and forth between their faces. People did that. The scar under Vanya’s left eye had a twin under Yuri’s right, just visible under his sunglasses. The boy’s gaze traveled down to their clothes. The gray suits did not give the impression of marital bliss.

“We are staying at the Villa Principe,” Vanya boasted. “It has hosted diplomats from twelve countries, isn’t that marvelous? There are bullet holes in one wall in the East Wing. Where are you staying?”

“Vanya, I am feeling tired,” Yuri said in Russian.

“Bye-bye, nice to meet you,” Vanya said, waggling his fingers at the couple. He continued ahead, checking twice to see that Yuri was right behind him. He switched back to Russian. “Give me your bag to carry if you are tired. Here, pass it up.”

“I’m fine,” Yuri said. “Find our seats.”

Vanya passed into Car 7. He continued to fret about Yuri’s health.

“Is it a migraine?” he asked. “The sun is too bright on this side of the car. I’ll ask to switch our tickets.”

“I’m fine, Vanya.”

Vanya stopped near the back of the car. He stowed his luggage not in the overhead rack, but in the extra seat they had purchased for the purpose. He reached for Yuri’s bag as well, and gracefully maneuvered the awkwardly shaped parcel into the seat.

“Sit on the other side of the car,” Vanya said, switching to German again. “Look, the sun is not strong over there. Sit, close your eyes for a minute, I will ask the stewardess for a glass of water.”

Yuri would have argued, but the switch to German gave him pause. He sat where Vanya wanted him and watched as Vanya went back up to the front of the car. Two men sat there, chatting away in German. 

The man sitting in the window seat wore a blue suit ten years out of fashion, but he was young, so maybe it was handed down. It was in good shape, though–maybe he just had bad taste in suits. His wristwatch and shoes were matching brown leather. These were new, or very well cared-for. 

The man in the aisle seat wore a gold wristwatch, red leather brogues, a white suit, and a red paisley scarf. He talked with his hands as he chatted in German worse than Vanya’s. The man in the blue suit had a scruffy look–he needed a shave and a haircut. Comparatively, the man in the red brogues might have stepped out of a salon directly onto the Göttingen to Milan Economy Line. In the luggage rack overhead were two briefcases, one silver chrome, the other leather.

Yuri crossed his arms over his chest and scowled as if he had a headache, just as the two men twisted in their seats to look back at him. Vanya had stopped to ask if they had seen a stewardess pass through; he loudly explained Yuri’s migraine to them.

When the two men turned around, Yuri got a good look at their faces. The man in the window seat was Herr Hennig. The man in the aisle seat was either robbing Hennig or flirting with him. Either way, he wasn’t supposed to be there.

Vanya prolonged the conversation for an uncomfortably long time, asking the men if they had ever traveled to Switzerland before, how long they were staying, and whether it was for business or pleasure. Every answer from the man in the red brogues was a smoothly delivered lie. Herr Hennig told the truth. He confirmed what Yuri and Vanya’s intelligence had already gathered, that Herr Hennig was on his way to Milan where he’d been invited to present at a conference.

“Oh? What is your field?” Vanya asked. “May I ask?”

“Automobiles,” said Hennig.

“You make cars?” Vanya made himself comfortable, leaning against the backs of the seats in the row in front of Hennig and the other man. “Sports cars?”

“Er, not really,” Hennig said with a shy laugh. “Only the engines.”

“So modest!” his friend exclaimed. “What’s a car without an engine?”

The conversation continued for a few minutes longer on the subject of cars. Vanya was playing dumb; he asked Hennig what a V-type engine was. If this went on much longer, Yuri thought he might trigger a real headache from the tension of second-hand embarrassment. The pained sound Yuri made was tiny, but somehow Vanya heard him over the dull roar of the train.

“Some newlywed I am,” Vanya said. “I forgot my husband. It was nice talking to you gentlemen.”

“There’s a dining car upstairs if you don’t want to wait for the stewardess,” Hennig said. 

Vanya thanked him and headed back to sit with Yuri.

“What do you think?” Vanya asked in Russian. When Yuri didn’t answer, he pinched his arm. “Are you really sick? I thought you were lying about the migraine.”

“I never said anything about having a migraine.”

“Should I call you Blessed Matrona? You’re always trying to suffer in silence. That’s why you need me around. What do you think?”

“Red brogues is in the way.”

“Really in the way,” Vanya agreed.

epilogue 23 || 24.2

[myriad--starlings]

i saw the book on the library shelf  spine lettering: water i won’t touch.  i thought about metaphors  i thought about water  i thought about my bathroom tap i thought about all the handles i can’t touch all the rooms i can’t enter. 

there’s something comforting about isolation  once you grow used to it.  it wraps around you like cotton gauze or bubble wrap: insulation from the world.  inside these four walls I’m safe; inside these four walls I control all;  inside these four walls I remain. 

sometimes i have nightmares about my hands reaching out and turning the handles of chrome brushed faucets, water pouring out in a rush, the noise of it against the porcelain of the sink, tiny droplets of landing on my skin, and last to reach me the faintest smell of—when i wake from those dreams i walk into the bathroom to be sure the colander still covers my bathroom tap.

—water i can't touch, nos woods

[hatterstan-shameblog]

*gives you this photo and runs away*

You think I won't do it?

You think I won't play the game?

It's only been, what? A year since I wrote a silly backstory for one of these? You know, a totally fake and completely not serious scenario about a guy who looks exactly like this man but isn't actually the real guy because that would be weird?

Well. Luckily for you, I don't have to get ready, because I've stayed ready:

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Hey, Man, I Just Scrub The Sinks: Janitor Discovers A Mysterious Man Who Is Supposedly Waiting Out A Torrential Downpour While Also Being A Little Suspicious, Maybe?

Rating: PG13 for some vague allusions to violence and associated themes

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I have the best job in the world.

No, really. Full-time benefits, unlimited sick leave, weeks of vacation—and I only work on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday nights.

The pay is, frankly, gratuitous, and I receive regular bonuses. My boss is rather liberal when it comes to rewarding me for my supposedly superb work. I don't even have to do anything above-and-beyond, yet every few weeks, I receive an envelope in the mail full of cash and a lovely typed note thanking me for my attention to detail and strong work ethic.

It's nice, being appreciated like that. Not just financially, although that is quite thoughtful. People aren't always kind to janitors. Employers, clients, random people you come across in the day-to-day; but the second we're gone, society collapses. Disease runs rampant, accidents occur because of improperly maintained equipment, and even on a superficial level, everything gets real gross real fast. My boss must understand that, which is why he treats me the way sanitation workers should be treated everywhere.

All it takes to start a fire is a little spark, after all.

The work I do is in an old gym attached to a long-abandoned high school. It's on the wrong side of the tracks, so to speak, but the area is generally safe. In fact, I hardly ever run into anyone, which is just as well—I start at 3 o'clock in the morning, and I can't imagine anyone hanging around this place at such an early hour has good intentions.

...Aside from me, of course. I'm the good guy. I pull my cart of cleaning fluids and scrubbing materials up the cracked sidewalk and tap my finger on the scanner with pride. Way easier than a key, especially when the weather's as rough as it is tonight. The wind's cold as ice and it rains so hard it feels like I'm being pelted at from every angle.

At least it's nice and dry inside. For an old, cavernous place, it sure does seem to be built solidly. Not a single drip falls from the rafters, the windows high up on the walls sealed tight against whatever the elements decide to throw their way.

I used to get a little creeped out by how quiet and dark it was when I first started this gig, but there's another benefit to my work; I only have to take care of the locker rooms! One for the home team, one for the visiting team—they're identical, really, all done up in a cherry red color scheme that makes it kinda look like the bathroom in The Shining, but not in a bad way.

A bit unusual, but before I roll my accouterments into the home team lockers, I notice that the light is on. That's strange. In the three years I've worked here, I've never once been joined by anyone else. Even the boss doesn't come here, preferring to communicate with me through the mail.

I open the door carefully, cautious as to what I might find. My cart of supplies rattles noisily behind me, so there's no way whoever managed to sneak inside hasn't heard me approach.

At first glance, there's nothing amiss. The sinks to my left are as spotless as I left them on Monday, each silver faucet gleaming perfect chrome beneath the moody fluorescent lighting. Floor looks fine, but it'll look especially nice once I get the buffer out and give those teeny-tiny tiles a good polish. I'm almost ready to assume that I forgot to turn the light off the last time, but something moving in the mirror's reflection catches my eye.

"Uh. Hey," I call out, voice echoing in the cold, empty space. "Anybody there?"

I hear a soft rustling and from between the aisles of candy-red lockers emerges a person. At least, I'm inclined to think it's a person, given that it appears to have flesh-covered arms that are rubbing a red towel over his head.

"Ah, yes," says the towel figure, "Sorry, I was just, uh..."

The man stops and stands in front of the row of lockers, unobscuring his face. He almost appears a little shy, as if he's unsettled by my presence.

"I got caught in the storm," he explains further. He rubs the towel covering his dripping-dark hair, a few water droplets shaken loose and landing on his smooth, naked chest. "My car broke down and my phone died, so I thought I'd take a chance and try to find somewhere to wait it out. This is the only place I could get into."

"Not a lot of choices around here, I'm afraid," I answer. It's kinda weird to look at him, if I'm being honest—no matter which team you play for, a fine-looking man without a shirt is a fine-looking man without a shirt. I don't know how to feel about it, so I busy myself with unloading the heavy bottles of bleach from the bottom of my cart onto the long wooden bench that stands between me and this unfamiliar, wet man.

"Yeah, I figured that out the hard way," the man says with a light chuckle. He moves the towel from his head and wraps it around his shoulders. On the plus side, it gives the illusion that the man is wearing something over the top half of his body, and I begin to feel a smidge less strange about looking at him directly.

"You from around here?"

"Not far," the man replies. "I've got an apartment on the other side of town. Nice area. I like being close to the ocean."

"I do, too," I respond, "Although we do tend to get more of this weather. Usually doesn't give me much trouble, but it can be inconvenient."

"Like when strangers show up at your job at 3AM and get muddy water all over your nice clean floor?"

I smirk.

"I've gotta clean 'em anyways. Might as well make it worth my while."

It's then that I notice something a little off about the guy—not off, probably just me making a big deal out of nothing—but I can't stop myself from asking.

"Why are your pants so dry?" I get out my box of cleaning rags and open it, selecting a stack and flopping it unceremoniously onto the wooden bench in front of me. "I mean, your hair is soaked, and I assume that means your shirt got caught in the crossfire, too. But the pants look fine."

The man laughs.

"You're right, my pants are very dry. But my shirt is, too. I had my coat and an umbrella to protect me from the elements." He sighs, now almost appearing bashful, "I know it's not the most polite thing to do, but I decided to have a quick shower. I didn't think anyone would be around to mind. Hopefully I didn't leave the place in shambles."

"Hardly the worst mess I've had to clean up here, trust me."

The man cocks his head to the left slightly.

"Sounds like you've got some stories."

I pull out a spray bottle and begin to fill it. A few tablespoons of bleach in the bottom, then a few cups of water on top. Give it a good shake and it's ready to go.

"Everybody's got stories in my line of work," I answer. "Mold, mildew, stains. Various bodily fluids; blood, mostly. I figured that's why they made everything here red, to keep it from showing until I get here to clean it all up."

It's not a very clever joke, but the man chuckles along anyways.

"But, hey, man, what do I know? I just scrub the sinks." I illustrate my point by giving the first one a generous spritzing-down and then rubbing it down with a white cleaning rag until it shines. "It's not my job to ask questions."

"Doesn't that bother you?"

"Nope," I give him a look in the mirror before I start scrubbing the second sink, "I don't care what's covering the floor, as long as I have the supplies to clean it up. Which I always do, by the way."

"You seem very well-prepared."

"I like this job. Sure, it's not for everyone, but it suits me well and pays even better. What more could a guy want?"

The wet stranger nods his agreement.

"What do you do?"

"I work for a private entity. I deal in personnel, among other things."

"Sounds tough."

"Some days, yes," The man smiles warmly. "Today was a good one, though. I got to meet a model employee. He'll no doubt be getting a promotion soon."

"Glad to hear that," I say, and I find that I really mean it, too. I don't know the first thing about this guy, but I feel like he's one of the good ones. Weird, but good.

"In fact," the man continues, "I believe the rain has let up. I imagine I can make it back to my car and start typing up the report."

I bring a fourth faucet to a sparkling shine, even after a stubborn splatter of blood had me scrubbing with a thick serving of elbow grease.

"Well, you're welcome to stay here, but I imagine you'd be a bit more comfortable elsewhere. Especially when I get the floor scrubber out—loud enough to wake the dead, I'm telling you!"

The man stands up.

"Then let me leave you to it," he says cheerfully. He offers a polite goodbye, and for a second, I'm almost sorry to see him go...even though it will be a lot easier to sweep up without an extra pair of feet getting in the way.

The man walks back into the depths of the lockers to collect his things while I finish up the sinks and get to work on inspecting the lockers. Only a few blood drops here and there, which are easily wiped away by my trusty scrubber sponge and a bit of disinfectant. It was pretty fresh, too, not yet the whole way dry, so it came up in no time.

I was just about to move onto the next row when I remember the fingerprint scanner. He won't be able to leave because he's not in the system. I slip off my rubber gloves and make my way through the back entrance to let him out.

But I'm too late. By the time I turn the corner, I see the wet stranger placing his index finger on the scanner and the light that indicates whether the doors are locked flashing sour apple green. True to his word, he carries an umbrella and has a rather warm-looking overcoat covering his person, and when he turns to look back at me, I feel something in my blood cool.

"I'll see you soon," the man says, and walks out the doors with a casual wave of farewell in my direction. The rain has slowed to a miserable drizzle, and he curiously opts to forgo his umbrella to casually stroll out into the night.

And once the doors close and lock behind him, I realize that my shoes are starting to feel wet. I hear the shower running; how odd that he'd have left it on. My shoes are going to need aired out for a while after this, for sure. I look down and realize I'm not, unfortunately, standing in a misplaced puddle of water.

I'm standing in blood.

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Do not ask me where the hell this came from because I have no idea......but I hope you liked it.

Again, I'm just making some wild stuff up based on the picture. The guy in the picture is not Nobuaki Kaneko, he's a fake guy who doesn't exist who LOOKS like Nobuaki Kaneko. So, like, don't sue me or whatever.

[arasansanitary]

Which is the Best Material for Bathroom Fittings?

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1. Stainless Steel

Stainless steel is one of the most popular materials for bathroom fittings, and for good reason. It offers a sleek, modern look and exceptional durability.

Advantages:

Corrosion Resistance: Stainless steel is highly resistant to rust and corrosion, making it ideal for humid bathroom environments.

Durability: It can withstand heavy usage without losing its shine or functionality.

Hygienic: The smooth surface of stainless steel is easy to clean and resists bacteria buildup.

Aesthetic Appeal: Its polished finish adds a sophisticated touch to any bathroom design.

Disadvantages:

Cost: High-quality stainless steel fittings can be expensive.

Water Spots: It may show water spots if not cleaned regularly.

2. Brass

Brass is another excellent choice for bathroom fittings. It’s an alloy of copper and zinc, known for its strength and durability.

Advantages:

Durability: Brass fittings are long-lasting and can endure years of use without significant wear.

Corrosion Resistance: With proper coating, brass fittings resist rust and corrosion.

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Classic Look: Its warm, golden hue suits both traditional and contemporary bathroom designs.

Disadvantages:

Maintenance: Brass fittings require regular polishing to maintain their shine.

Cost: Premium brass fittings can be costly.

3. Chrome

Chrome is a widely used material for bathroom fittings due to its shiny, reflective surface and affordability.

Advantages:

Affordable: Chrome fittings are budget-friendly compared to stainless steel or brass.

Aesthetic Appeal: Its shiny, mirror-like finish enhances the visual appeal of any bathroom.

Easy Maintenance: Chrome fittings are easy to clean and maintain.

Disadvantages:

Durability: Chrome is prone to chipping and scratches over time.

Corrosion: Poor-quality chrome fittings may rust if the plating wears off.

4. Plastic (PVC)

Plastic, particularly PVC, is often used for budget-friendly bathroom fittings.

Advantages:

Cost-Effective: Plastic fittings are the most affordable option.

Lightweight: Easy to install and handle.

Variety: Available in a wide range of colors and designs.

Disadvantages:

Durability: Plastic fittings are less durable and may crack or fade over time.

Limited Lifespan: Not ideal for long-term use in high-traffic bathrooms.

Aesthetic Appeal: Plastic doesn’t offer the same premium look as metal fittings.

5. Ceramic

Ceramic is a unique and elegant material often used for bathroom fixtures like soap dishes and basin mixers.

Advantages:

Aesthetic Appeal: Ceramic fittings have a timeless, elegant look.

Corrosion Resistance: Resistant to rust and corrosion.

Easy to Clean: The smooth, non-porous surface makes cleaning effortless.

Disadvantages:

Fragility: Ceramic is prone to chipping or breaking if mishandled.

Limited Usage: Not suitable for all types of fittings.

6. Zinc Alloy

Zinc alloy fittings are a budget-friendly alternative to brass and stainless steel.

Advantages:

Affordable: Zinc fittings are cheaper than brass and stainless steel.

Lightweight: Easy to install and handle.

Disadvantages:

Durability: Zinc is less durable and may corrode over time.

Appearance: It lacks the premium look of high-end materials.

Factors to Consider When Choosing Bathroom Fittings

Durability: Ensure the material can withstand daily wear and tear and resist corrosion.

Maintenance: Consider how much effort is required to clean and maintain the fittings.

Aesthetics: Choose a material that complements your bathroom’s style and design.

Budget: Determine how much you are willing to spend and select a material that offers the best value within your price range.

Environment: If your bathroom is in a coastal area, opt for materials like stainless steel that resist salt-induced corrosion.

Conclusion

The best material for bathroom fittings depends on your specific needs, preferences, and budget. Stainless steel and brass are top choices for durability and aesthetics, while chrome offers a balance between cost and appearance. Plastic fittings are ideal for those on a tight budget, but they lack longevity. Ceramic and zinc alloy provide unique benefits but may have limitations in certain applications.

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FAQs

1. Which material is best for corrosion resistance? Stainless steel and brass are highly resistant to corrosion, making them ideal for bathrooms.

2. Are plastic fittings durable? Plastic fittings are less durable than metal options and may not last long in high-usage areas.

3. How do I maintain brass fittings? Regular polishing can help maintain the shine and appearance of brass fittings.

4. Are ceramic fittings suitable for all bathrooms? Ceramic fittings are better suited for decorative purposes or low-usage areas as they are prone to chipping.

5. Where can I buy quality bathroom fittings? Arasan Sanitary World offers a wide range of premium bathroom fittings in various materials to suit your needs.

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