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lulublack90 · 1 month ago

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Prompt 19 - Holly

@wolfstarmicrofic December 19, word count 770

Dumbledore had Remus going around the packs again on the full moon's. He’d tried to explain that the wolves didn’t want to fight, that they wanted to be left alone, but Dumbledore wouldn’t listen. He went anyway, as he liked to do what he could to help the packs, even if it was just healing those who struggled to heal themselves. Effie had always said he’d make an excellent healer, and he’d begun studying for a career in healthcare. That was until he was informed that, due to his Lycanthropy, he wasn’t eligible to train. He’d been distraught and fought hard to be able to train; he’d even had letters from all the staff who knew about him and an entire essay from Madam Pomfrey on why he would be an excellent healer. But it had all come to nought, and he’d spent the last decade and a half finding odd jobs, mainly in the muggle world, to pay the bills.

The pack he’d run with this month was one of the hardest up packs he’d come across. The pack was full of wolves who didn’t want to steal and beg. They’d made their own little settlement in the forest, and they hunted for their own food, but there was a distinct lack of necessities. Remus did what he could, dipping into Sirius's Gringott's accounts, with his permission, and bought them a few things, like blankets and toilet paper.

He visited them a few times outside the full moon as he enjoyed the company of the pack's members. He’d come after the full moon this time as he’d been running with a pack in Wiltshire that had been getting a bit too close to the Malfoy property for the Order’s liking. It had turned out that they had no idea that they’d strayed that far. Apparently, the hunting was excellent in the area, but they’d promised to keep their distance as they wanted no part in their war.

Today, there was a new member of the small pack. Remus’s heart broke when he saw the small blonde-haired little girl. She couldn’t be more than six.

“Greyback,” Penny told him in the way of explanation. “Horrendous. We got a tip-off that he’d been in the area. We found her hiding under her bed, both parents dead in the next room. We got her out of there as quickly as we could and covered up the mess Greyback left. So far, no one is looking for them,” Remus felt a wave of red-hot anger course through his veins. Greyback had ruined so many lives and here was his latest devastation.

The little girl was wrapped in one of the blankets he’d bought and being held by Naomi. The girl had tear stains down her face, with new ones being added every time she blinked. It was cold today and the forest was no place for a child. He made a decision and talked it over with Penny.

Remus opened the front door of Grimmauld Place. He walked as silently as possible past the curtained portrait of Walburga Black, sniffing the air as he went. He climbed the stairs, following Sirius’s scent into one of the upstairs sitting rooms.

“Hey,” He said as he entered the room.

“Oh, hey,” Sirius put his crossword and turned to face him. His smile froze on his face as his eyes widened as he took in what was in Remus’s arms, or who.

“Sirius, this is Holly. Holly, sweetheart,” He said gently to the little girl nestled in his arms, “This is Sirius,” Sirius stood and took a step towards them.

“Remus…”

“I know, I know,” Remus interrupted him. “But I couldn’t leave her, Sirius. The forest is no place for a kid.”

“Remus…”

“I know Grimmauld Place isn’t much better, but as soon as the war is over we can move out or renovate it…”

“Remus!” Sirius laughed as he shook his head.

“Oh, sorry,” Remus’s cheeks flushed as he realised he was babbling.

“I think it’s wonderful that you’re helping her.” He turned his attention to the tiny girl in Remus’s arms. “Holly, have you ever met a Hippogriff?” Holly shook her head. “Would you like to?” A nod this time. Sirius held his arms out, and Holly willingly went to him. Remus watched as Sirius walked away with the new addition to their little family as he chatted quietly to her on their way up to meet Buckbeak. Remus let out a happy sigh. Holly was going to have a hard life, but hopefully, he and Sirius could make it as good as possible.

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star--anon · 5 months ago

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Minho, who moved into Gally's childhood house

unknowingly also moving into an active War Zone™

it's Gally VS Thomas

they're both ghosts

they're fighting over who gets to haunt the place

both of them have attached themselves to the house already and are trying to convince the other to un-attach themselves

attaching oneself to a place is a simple procedure

In fact, it's so simple it can happen on accident for a lot of ghosts

like Thomas, who thought the house was cute and spent so long there that he just woke up attached one day

meanwhile, Gally grew up in the house as a living human and has haunted the place for three years

So he's not about to let some silly accidental ghost take it away from him

any number of ghosts can be attached to a property, but traditionally, only one ghost haunts it

the others just kind of... meander

most ghosts lose interest in staying connected to the physical world

and enjoy floating mindlessly in some forgotten corner of an establishment, wandering in their waking dreams

but Thomas and Gally aren't those kinds of ghosts

Minho isn't even aware of the fight between the two at first

Thomas and Gally don't really pay attention to Minho either

He's not really a "human being with feelings"

he's just another part of the house

that the haunting ghost gets the right to mess with

until Minho starts tearing down the old wallpaper, renovating the showers, replacing the mirrors, etc.

the two ghosts quickly set their rivalry aside to drive away the parasite that's demolishing their precious haunting place

they start off small

Minho can't find his keys, his TV remote is always missing, why is his toothbrush in the toilet, where did all the windows go, was this area of the house always this dark, why is it so cold, why are his blankets trying to strangle him

(okay Gally went too far with that one)

Step 2: ants start stealing his food, faces appear behind Minho in the mirror, rats drown themselves in his morning coffee, the doors open and close loudly at night, the basement stairs try to chew off Minho's feet

(okay Gally went too far again)

before they can get to Step 3, Minho catches on

he guessed that there was a ghost in the house at Step 1

Step 2 made him realize the ghost might be more malicious than he thought

he starts tossing food into the campfire as offerings for whatever spirit is messing with him

a ghost is kind of like a vampire. They need permission to do certain things

such as eating physical food

Thomas, who died last week and is unused to no longer being able to eat, eagerly accepts whatever Minho throws out of the flames

he stops messing with Minho

Minho notices the decline in ghostly antics and increases the food offerings

Gally is offended that Thomas is so easily swayed

"This is why you would've never made a good haunting ghost"

"Okay but you haven't tasted his pasta. He makes really good pasta."

as respectful and knowledgeable as Minho is, he's wrong on one thing: He thinks there's only one ghost

He buys a larger bed and another pillow, inviting the ghost (just one) to sleep. He puts out a second toothbrush (just one). He makes a second dinner (just one) and buys a second kitchen chair (just one)

for all his kindness, Minho only ever invites one ghost

so of course, Thomas and Gally fight over who gets to be Minho's ghost

(at some point you have to wonder if maybe they just like fighting)

"Just haunt the house. You love this house. You've haunted it for three years or something."

"You're just saying that because you want to haunt Minho"

"You want to haunt Minho too!"

"He's in my house! He's mine!"

"I literally died last week! I deserve some sympathy! I'm vulnerable and sad right now! You have no sympathy!!"

"You can get the pasta that he throws into the fire"

they draw hearts in the mirror (Thomas erases Gally's)

they helpfully write grocery lists for him (Gally tears up Thomas')

they drive away pests from his garden (both try to take credit for what's technically a team effort)

Thomas coaxes a stray cat into the house and is heartbroken when Minho tosses the cat back outside, not knowing it's a gift

Gally offers his old childhood toys (memories are the most precious thing a ghost can give) by putting them on Minho's bed and then sulks when Minho doesn't touch them

(he's afraid of angering whatever put them there by messing up the toys)

Thomas irons out Minho's clothes

Gally steals clothes from random passerby's and gifts them to Minho

(definitely Gally going too far again)

(Minho is frazzled by the increase of naked people outside his house)

they TOTALLY fall in love with him during the process

this is important and 100% normal

they start worrying when Minho takes too long to come home from work

Gally and Thomas even detach themselves from their beloved house to go looking for Minho

(who fell asleep at work 'cause his boss overworked him)

(picture that scene from Ratatouille)

Gally drapes a blanket over Minho's exhausted body while Thomas angrily goes to find his boss

he spends the rest of the night terrorizing him

(Gally is impressed by Thomas' ferocity. He doesn't tell him that, of course)

Minho is losing his mind

because he is the receiver (the victim, really) of a ghost's affection

unbeknownst to him, he is in fact the victim of TWO ghosts' affection

and how is he supposed to maintain his reputation as a normal person... if he's starting to feel affection for a ghost

it ends with all three of them kissing btw

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lionlena · 1 year ago

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I can't be everywhere (No outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader) ANGST! Part 1

Summary: You knew Joel was a busy man, but you never thought that when you needed him most you would hear, "I can't be everywhere." As if your pain meant nothing. So you decided that you couldn't be everywhere either… You couldn't be in his heart anymore.

Warnings: ANGST, miscarriage, misunderstanding, loss, mourning, broken heart, age gap (17 years), Joel is 45, depression, Joel tries hard, but… He can't show his true emotions…

A/N: I added a small cameo from 9-1-1 Texas, Tommy, Nancy, and TK ;)

Part 1

You met Joel by accident when your boss decided to renovate the offices. But no... He didn't transfer employees to another location or to work from home. NO. He decided that somehow all of you would share the space with the construction workers.

You were furious, as were the rest of the employees. You all understood that for the next few weeks, you would be distracted by the sounds of a drill, the hits of a hammer, the smell of paint...

And yet this was not the most distracting thing, at least for women. The Miller brothers turned out to be what prevented you from focusing on your work.

And while most of your friends sighed at younger brother, you couldn't take your eyes off Joel. Those broad shoulders, those biceps straining against the flannel shirt, the dark hair streaked with gray… He was the reason you fantasized during work, something you had never done before.

But you thought that the fantasies would end there. You realized that Joel was almost 17 years older than you. On top of that, he showed no interest in you... in anyone, really. He was a bit grumpy and silent, unlike Tommy who was constantly smiling and talking to all the women in the office.

Thanks to him, you found out that Joel had a daughter who went to college. So you quickly calculated that you were only about 8 years older than his daughter. This definitely didn't sound like a relationship that could work. Even the fact that Joel was single didn't make you dare to go beyond your fantasies.

Until one unlucky evening…

You stayed at work late to catch up. Joel stayed too and started renovating the women's bathroom. This meant that when you felt the need to use the bathroom, you had to use the men's bathroom. Unfortunately, you completely forgot that their toilet has a broken lock that sticks.

So when you calmly did what you had to do, you suddenly discovered that you couldn't leave. You quickly started to panic. It's not that you were claustrophobic. You could stay in tight spaces as long as you knew you could leave. That's why you avoided the elevator because you were terrified of getting stuck between floors.

So of course, being locked in the bathroom must have triggered a panic attack. On top of that, you left your phone on the desk. You stopped thinking straight very quickly. Instead of trying to open the door, you just started screaming and punching the door. You were probably there for about 5 minutes, but it felt like you had been there for an hour and you couldn't breathe.

Suddenly you heard someone's voice saying that he would help you soon. Then the door finally opened and you just ran out into the hall, hitting that person, but you had to get out.

You leaned back against the wall and tried to regain control. Suddenly you felt large, warm hands on your shoulders and you saw those warm brown eyes in front of you. It slowly dawned on you that the person who freed you was Joel.

"Hey… hey, calm down. Y/N, right?"

You nodded without even thinking when he found out your name.

“Okay, Y/N, focus on my voice. You're safe, nothing bad happened. Take a deep breath… and exhale. Yes, just like that. Very good.”

His calm, comforting voice and strong hands brought you back to reality. But the peace lasted only a moment and was quickly replaced by shame.

"Oh god! I'm sorry... I hit you when..."

Joel smiled and shook his head. "Relax. You didn't do anything I couldn't handle." He looked at you gently. "How are you feeling? You had a panic attack... Are you claustrophobic?"

Joel still had his hands on you and you couldn't help but think how good it felt.

"No... I'm just scared when I'm in a closed room... When I can't get out... Thank you for your help."

Joel finally pulled away from you and nodded in understanding. After a moment, he replied: "I'm glad I could help you. What are you doing here, anyway?"

"I'm doing overtime."

Joel chuckled quietly. "That's the two of us."

And suddenly you couldn't help yourself and said. "Would you like some coffee? I know it's late, but since we're both going to work some more, maybe we could use some caffeine."

Joel nodded eagerly and that was how it began.

As they say: the rest is history.

One coffee turned into daily chats and an invitation to lunch. Then an invitation to dinner turned into a hot night. The hot night turned into quickies in his truck as he drove you to work.

Even though the renovation in your office was over, your romance with Joel has only just begun. And when your friends were despairing that they didn't see Tommy anymore, you thought about your next meeting with Joel with a smile on your face.

After half a year of dating, Joel suggested that you try moving in with him. There were several reasons to agree. You kept complaining about the rent. His house was closer to your work. Joel was a busy man and living with him made it easier for you to spend time together.

And you were happy. Or at least that's what you told yourself. Joel was loved. Sex with him was great. His daughter took a liking to you when she came home for a few days, so everything was in place.

You were happy... You repeated to yourself every time your friends told you how they spent the weekend with their boyfriend at the lake, or how they were at a party and you...

You were making dinner for your tired boyfriend. You told yourself it was better this way. You have an older, mature man who gives you a stable life. You couldn't see the fact that he worked hard as a flaw. But sometimes you wondered if Joel regretted his relationship with you. Did he expect something different? He just wanted adventure and then didn't want to break your heart?

And then it happened... You thought one broken condom was no big deal. Joel thought so too. He said you'd have to be very bad luck if you were to get pregnant from one accident.

But it turned out... Bad luck... Except you couldn't think about your child like that, and Joel...

His reaction was… Neutral. He smiled and assured you that he would take care of you and the baby, but he didn't say anything more. There were no happy shouts, no kisses, no belly touching. Only this peace, which you even perceived as cold.

But you consoled yourself with the thought that it wasn't really about you, it was about Sarah's mom. Joel told you about her. About how she wanted to give Sarah up for adoption right after she was born, but Joel convinced her that they would be a happy family. However, when Sarah turned two, her mother decided she had had enough of motherhood and disappeared, leaving Joel with a broken heart and a small child.

So you thought he was afraid of a repeat. You decided that when he saw that you wanted to be a mother and that you loved this child, he would start to show his feelings.

So you loved your unborn child. You stroked your belly and talked to the baby. You took care of your diet and timidly started browsing websites selling cradles.

But Joel didn't notice this because he was practically not home. He worked even harder and you had the feeling that he was doing it on purpose to avoid you. Although he justified it by having to help Sarah stay in college. You felt sidelined.

You were 12 weeks pregnant when you woke up in the morning with terrible stomach pain. You curled into a ball and moaned in pain.

"Joel!" you shouted, hoping that maybe he hadn't left the house yet.

But only silence answered you. You slowly reached for your phone and dialed his number.

'Y/N… I'm in the car, call…'

'Joel! Something's wrong... My stomach hurts terribly.'

You heard a sigh on the other end.

'Honey, calm down. It's definitely nothing serious. Lie in bed and rest.'

You felt tears gathering in your eyes.

'I need you.'

Another moment of silence.

'An investor is coming today. I have to be there, but I promise I'll be back soon. Just try to calm down. Everything will be fine.'

His voice was soothing and even brought you relief for a brief moment. You swallowed your tears and took a deep breath.

'Okay,' you said in a weak voice.

'That's my girl. I'll call you soon. Rest, darling.'

Joel hung up and you felt another painful pressure in your lower abdomen. No matter how hard you tried to calm down. It was getting worse by the minute. And when you felt the wetness between your legs, you panicked. You looked down and saw a red stain. You grabbed the phone and called 9-1-1.

Twenty minutes later, rescuers arrived at your home. A dark-skinned woman in her early 50s was the first to approach you. She smiled at you in a friendly manner.

"Hi, Sweetheart. I'm Captain Tommy Vega, and these are my paramedics, Nancy and TK. We'll do everything we can to help you."

You nodded and moaned in pain. The young man who approached you also seemed very friendly and explained everything he was doing to you. It made you feel a little better. When they helped you onto the stretcher and told you they were taking you to the hospital, you asked:

"Will I lose my baby?"

They looked at you sympathetically. Captain Vega grabbed your hand and calmly replied, "We'll take you to the hospital, they'll check everything there."

You already knew what that meant. You lost your baby, but they didn't want to upset you. They couldn't tell you the truth directly. You nodded and asked, "Can I call my boyfriend?"

Tommy replied, "Of course, but while we're in the ambulance."

Once you were in the ambulance, you tried calling again, but Joel wasn't answering the phone. TK, seeing your sadness, grabbed your hand comfortingly, but it didn't help you much. You were in pain, your stomach hurt and you felt alone and scared. At the hospital, the doctor confirmed what you already knew. You lost your baby.

Joel wasn't there when you cried about it. He wasn't there when they put you in the hospital bed and gave you medication. He was gone... You finally texted him to let him know you were in the hospital and then you fell asleep.

When you woke up a few hours later, you felt someone holding your hand. You looked to the side and saw his brown, worried eyes.

“Joel… Our baby…” you sobbed.

Joel immediately stood up, hugged you, and kissed your forehead.

"Shhh, everything will be fine. Take it easy."

You cried for a few minutes in his arms and waited for something more. You wanted to hear more. That he is sorry, that he suffers too...

You looked at him hurt and asked, "Why weren't you with me?"

Joel grimaced slightly and you saw pain flash in his eyes for a moment, but then it disappeared and he replied coldly, "I can't be everywhere."

You blinked your eyes and looked at him. For a moment you thought you misheard. But his words echoed in your head and burned a mark on your heart. "I can't be everywhere." This wasn't what you expected. "I'm sorry I couldn't be with you." "I would give anything so you wouldn't have to go through this alone." Or at least just: "I'm sorry." You silently looked at him and waited. You waited for him to say something else, something that would even slightly help ease your pain, but Joel just sat next to you and held your hand as if that would be enough. But it wasn't enough. You wanted to cry and scream, but you felt so tired. You finally removed your hand from his and rolled onto your side, wrapping your arms around your belly.

"I want to sleep."

Joel was surprised for a moment, but then he stood up from his seat.

"Yeah, sure. I'll see you in the morning."

He kissed your head and disappeared. And with his disappearance, any remaining illusions you had that Joel wanted this baby disappeared. And why didn't he want to? Maybe it's because he never planned on staying with you long-term, and the baby would force him to do so.

Maybe he never took you seriously. You were just a girl he wanted to play with for a while. Nobody who was important. No one whom he needed. These thoughts washed over you like a wave of a great black ocean and pulled you under. You started sobbing so hard that your whole body was shaking. You've never felt so alone... So broken.

Suddenly you felt a gentle hand on your shoulder and heard the nurse's warm voice.

"Shhh, calm down. I know it hurts. I'm sorry you lost your baby."

Her words only made you cry louder. A stranger showed you more understanding and compassion than your own boyfriend who left you alone.

And maybe Joel didn't love that baby, but you did.

The next day you left the hospital and Joel took you home. Somehow he found time for it. He even told you he took two days off.

Two days!

You didn't know whether to laugh or punch him in the face. Two days for you to heal your heart. Two days for you to come to terms with the loss and return to normal life. Was this what Joel expected?

You didn't know that because you barely talked to each other. You spent most of those two days lying on the couch and staring at the TV. And Joel walked quietly around you. He would bring you sandwiches and water, cover you with a blanket, and sit at the end of the couch. He placed your legs on his lap and massaged them gently. Maybe under normal circumstances, you would have found it sweet, but the pain in your heart and the words he said in the hospital made you grow bitter. You couldn't stand him and when he went back to work, for the first time you were actually happy about it.

For the next few days, life was the same. In the morning he would get up and kiss your head. He asked if you needed anything and you said no. When he left the house, you moved to the couch and spent half the day there. Joel returned in the evening, but unlike in the old days, there was no warm dinner waiting for him. He greeted you and looked at you with something strange in his eyes. You couldn't tell if it was disappointment, anger, or pity.

You didn't care about this. Joel couldn't be everywhere and you were slowly coming to terms with the fact that you couldn't be everywhere either.

A week after the miscarriage, you made a decision. You called your best friend who lived in Florida. You cried and told her everything and heard only one sentence: "Pack up and come immediately."

And so you did. You packed two suitcases and threw them in your car. You left a short note on the kitchen table.

"I'm going away for a while. I don't know if I'll come back. I'm sorry Joel, I can't be everywhere either."

You got into the car and took one last look at Joel's house. You felt tears sting your eyes, but you stopped yourself from crying.

You couldn't be in Joel's heart anymore.

So let me just give up So let me just let go If this isn't good for me Well, I don't wanna know Let me just stop trying Let me just stop fighting I don't want your good advice Or reasons why I'm alright You don't know what it's like You don't know what it's like Don't look at me like that Just like you understand Don't try to pull me back *Katelyn Tarver - 'You don't know'

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Part 2

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal characters #joel miller #joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fic #the last of us #tlou fanfiction #angst #its so sad

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rockethorse · 8 months ago

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Eancie Apartments (CC-Free)

4 apartments on a 1x1 lot

Have you ever found yourself needing more room for Sims in one corner of your neighbourhood, but you only have odd little spaces left to fit lots? That's why I made these Eancie Apartments; four fully-functional, fully-furnished apartments on one neat 1x1 lot.

They come in rowhouse-style, like in the image above - which you can use to make it appear as if the apartments connect to each other/other lots in your hood/neighbourhood deco - and detached, where the buildings stand alone. Both versions also come with empty options.

More pics, floorplans, and download below - plus a secret surprise!

The first floor is a lobby/common area with a few amenities for residents to add a bit of value for your rental buck. There's a chess table, a nice bookshelf, espresso & hot chocolate machines, a toilet with a toddler change table, a dresser, and a communal computer (which I do recommend swapping for a CC laptop to look a little less out of place).

Each apartment has a small 1x1 balcony, which can be surprisingly functional. Recommended CC to make the most of this space includes a trampoline, some planters, a pet bed, or a toddler splash pool.

The first apartment is a modernly renovated one-bedroom one-bath flat, perfect for a working couple with no kids or a single Sim who likes to entertain.

The second apartment is a cozy retro paradise with two separate bedrooms, capable of housing two kids and their parents.

The third apartment (with my personal favourite layout) is perfect for two roommates, with an airy pseudo galley-style kitchen separating two distinct bedrooms.

And the last apartment makes the most of its space by opting for a studio layout. It's the perfect home base for a single artist and their feline muse.

But that's not quite everything...! Rumours say there used to be a fifth apartment up in the attic, which belonged to the first landlady of this property, Ms. Eancie herself. Ms. Eancie has long passed, and the apartment was deemed too expensive to renovate by the building's new owners, so the stairs to that floor were sealed; but sometimes at night, residents have claimed to hear the faint sounds of piano music...

Maybe if your Sim were able to explore for themselves, they could discover a secret trove of fancy tools and resources... but pff, how are they going to manage that? They'd have to know how to teleport or something!

The building floorplans between the rowhouse & detached versions of Eancie Apartments are identical, as below:

The "empty" versions retain the same overall floorplans but have neutral repaints and are stripped to basic utilities. The lobby and the secret attic room are the same as the furnished versions.

Each apartment has been playtested and everything should function as intended, even some of the oddly-placed furniture.

And this is what the detached/standalone apartments look like:

These are NOT packaged as Apartment Lots because you most likely WILL need to fix/change a few things before you start moving Sims in. Simple instructions are included in the zip file for how to convert these lots to functional apartments.

Download Eancie Apartments (CC-Free)

#the sims 2 #sims 2 cc free #sims 2 apartment life #rockethorse lots

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cliftonbathrooms · 8 days ago

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How to Choose the Perfect Bathroom Fixtures for Your Home

When it comes to designing or renovating a bathroom, choosing the right bathroom fixtures is crucial to creating a space that is both functional and aesthetically pleasing. The right fixtures can elevate the look and feel of your bathroom, while providing convenience and comfort for everyday use. At Clifton Bathrooms, we understand the importance of selecting high-quality, stylish, and durable bathroom fixtures that meet your needs. In this blog, we will guide you through the essential factors to consider when choosing the perfect bathroom fixtures for your home.

1. Consider Your Bathroom’s Style and Theme

Before you dive into selecting individual fixtures, it’s important to have a clear understanding of your bathroom’s style and theme. Are you going for a modern, minimalist look or a more traditional, elegant design? Your choice of bathroom fixtures should complement the overall theme and atmosphere of your bathroom.

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2. Functionality Matters

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Showerheads and Faucets: Choose showerheads with adjustable settings to allow for a customizable experience. If you prefer a rainfall shower, the Quoss Rain Shower Sunflower provides a large, rectangular head for an immersive shower experience. For faucets, ensure that they have a smooth operation and are easy to control.

Storage Needs: Your bathroom fixtures should also provide ample storage. This is especially important if you have a small bathroom where space is limited. Consider installing towel bars, shelves, or built-in storage solutions along with your fixtures to keep your bathroom tidy and organized.

Water Efficiency: In today’s world, being environmentally conscious is key. Look for fixtures that help conserve water without compromising performance. Many modern faucets, showers, and toilets are designed with water-saving technology to reduce water consumption while still providing great performance.

3. Quality and Durability

The bathroom is a high-traffic area, so you need fixtures that are built to last. Choosing high-quality, durable bathroom fixtures ensures you won’t need to replace them in the near future. Look for trusted brands that offer long-lasting warranties and exceptional quality.

At Clifton Bathrooms, we offer a range of premium bathroom fixtures, such as the Quoss Basin Mixer, designed to withstand daily use while maintaining its beauty and functionality. High-quality materials like stainless steel, brass, and chrome are known for their resistance to corrosion and tarnishing, making them ideal for use in bathrooms where moisture is prevalent.

4. Size and Space Considerations

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Compact Bathrooms: For smaller bathrooms, consider space-saving fixtures such as wall-mounted faucets and toilets, which free up floor space. A smaller showerhead, like the Quoss Rain Shower Sunflower, can be a great option for compact bathrooms while still providing a powerful and enjoyable shower experience.

Large Bathrooms: If you have a spacious bathroom, you can afford to go for larger fixtures. A freestanding bathtub, a wide vanity, and a big showerhead can transform your bathroom into an oasis of comfort and luxury.

5. Finishes and Materials

The finish of your bathroom fixtures can make a big difference in the overall aesthetic of the room. Choose finishes that complement your bathroom’s style while being durable and easy to maintain.

Chrome and Polished Finishes: Chrome fixtures are timeless, offering a sleek, modern look that works well in almost any bathroom. They are also highly resistant to corrosion and easy to clean.

Matte Finishes: Matte finishes, such as matte black or brushed nickel, are gaining popularity for their contemporary, understated look. They are also practical as they tend to show fewer water spots and fingerprints compared to polished finishes.

Brass and Bronze: For traditional or vintage-inspired bathrooms, brass and bronze fixtures provide a rich, luxurious touch. These finishes age beautifully and add a sense of warmth and elegance to the bathroom.

Glass and Ceramic Elements: Consider adding glass or ceramic elements, like a ceramic basin or glass shower enclosure, to give your bathroom a light, airy feel. These materials are timeless and easy to maintain.

6. Technology and Innovation

Modern bathroom fixtures now come with innovative technology that enhances both convenience and comfort. When selecting your fixtures, consider options that offer smart features.

Touchless Faucets: Touchless faucets are a great choice for hygienic bathrooms. These faucets automatically turn on and off when they detect motion, helping to reduce water waste and keeping the faucet clean.

Thermostatic Showers: If you enjoy the perfect shower temperature every time, thermostatic shower valves are worth considering. These valves allow you to set and maintain your desired water temperature, making your shower experience more comfortable and consistent.

LED Lighting: Some bathroom fixtures, such as mirrors and showerheads, now come with built-in LED lighting. LED lights not only provide energy efficiency but also create a soothing ambiance in your bathroom.

7. Budget Considerations

Your budget is one of the most important factors to consider when choosing bathroom fixtures. While it’s tempting to go for high-end designer fixtures, it’s essential to choose fixtures that fit within your budget while still meeting your needs. Prioritize key fixtures such as faucets, showerheads, and lighting, and allocate your budget wisely.

At Clifton Bathrooms, we offer a wide range of bathroom fixtures at different price points, ensuring you can find the perfect combination of quality, functionality, and style that fits your budget.

Conclusion

Choosing the perfect bathroom fixtures for your home can be a rewarding experience when you consider the style, functionality, quality, and space requirements. By taking into account the factors discussed in this blog, you can make informed decisions and create a bathroom that not only looks beautiful but also meets your practical needs. At Clifton Bathrooms, we offer a diverse range of high-quality, stylish bathroom fixtures to help you create your dream bathroom. Whether you’re renovating or building from scratch, our selection of premium products, including the Quoss Basin Mixer and Quoss Rain Shower Sunflower, can elevate your bathroom to new heights.

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#australia #home #bathroom #kitchen #appliances #clifton

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last-starry-sky · 9 days ago

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((original photo post by daisylambs is HERE))

part 2 of THIS - 1.6k of more price brainrot, more set up, no warnings (possessive vibes but ymmv)

Two winters had come and passed when your email lands in Price's inbox.

It had taken one whole year just to get three of the cabins into a livable enough state for Johnny, Kyle, and Simon to move out of his cramped one bedroom, one bathroom home and off on their own. While he loved the closeness the four of them shared, he was not a fan of the nightly tetris-ing of cots across his tiny living room and fighting for the bathroom. (Never mind that none of them ever owned up to using the last of the toilet roll, the bastards. With a glad heart. he waved them off, giving them each free reign to do with their cabin as they saw fit.

After that, moral was much improved across the board, naturally. The four of them chipped away on small improvements here and there while bringing the last few cabins into a livable state. It was slow going, but it was enough to boost their modest cash flow while Price steamed single-mindedly ahead on renovations.

They ripped out the old dock by the boat launch, making it much more attractive for day-trippers and fishermen and put up new signs along the snowmobile trails. Those two improvements alone, advertised on the simple website Kyle had whipped up, brought in enough in day-passes and the occasional cabin reservation that it had Price actually happy. It puffed his pride, had him walking about with a new spring in his step, tentatively hopeful for the future.

Always planning, he was.

His wheels turned late into the night. The first snowfall dusted the ground outside, but he was inside: warm and cozy by the wood stove, a celebratory glass of whiskey swirling on the cushioned edge of his overstuffed chair.

He sat back with a groan. He took a sip of the amber liquor, swallowing while he watched the fire flicker inside the polished black belly of the stove from the open door. What he needed was a good night's sleep. He had given the guys a few days off to celebrate a job well done at the end of the season. He really needed to do the same.

He got up, closed the stove door, and brought his empty glass to the kitchen. He stopped in the dark to listen for a moment. A small wind shook the trees outside, buffeting the house. It still felt wrong to be alone after months of sharing his space with four other men, with not enough space or time alone to hear himself think. His mood dipped strange and melancholic as he finally forced himself off the wall and off to bed. The creaking of his footsteps followed him, echoing lonely lonely lonely in the flicker of the firelight.

It wasn't as if he had turned into a hermit. Christ, no. They all met almost daily at his cabin, now more of a cozy house than a simple log shack. There wasn't much else to do except talk and plan in winter. Half of every day was filled with long discussions: where they would source materials come spring, which cabins needed what work, what needed done elsewhere. Then they would break for lunch, putting business aside to eat and drink, cracking jokes and discuss their meager lives outside their small, remote, circle.

Soap was still talking to a girl back home. He had to sweet talk Price into letting him hog his exorbitantly expensive (yet still spotty) internet to text her.

Gaz was getting friendly with the staff of the one really good bar and restaurant in town. Very friendly. Friendly enough to be invited over for a real dinner with the staff (including the cute waitress, but who's asking?) and owners later in the week.

Ghost, as per usual, didn't contribute much to the conversation. The solitude had proved soothing to him so far. When pressed, he mumbled something about tinkering with the old car left in his barn while he stared down the amber swirling at the bottom of his glass.

Price just smiled, following along with the conversation as he finished his sandwich and tea. He had nothing to add. His trips into town were few and far between now. What little interaction he had with other people these days was utilitarian, transactional, brief. He had enough food and supplies to last the winter. His mind was focused on what was important, namely, what he was building around him. He cared about maintaining his property, building a tidy little business, and keeping his men safe, happy, and around him.

That was all a man needed, right?

The last taillights were fading down the road and was cleaning up the remains of their lunch when Price's phone dinged. Shuffling a full load of plates, perilously arranged with glasses and mugs, into one hand, he dared to dig his phone out of his pocket.

It was an email.

He squinted at the screen as he set the pile down in the sink.

An email in his "business" account.

A scowl twisted across his face. What was some bloody idiot thinking emailing at this time of year? He sat down annoyed at his kitchen table, yanking the chair out with more force than necessary, as he tapped on it. He was geared up, fully ready to read the same type of brain-dead questions he let drive him near up a wall until Kyle put up a FAQ on the website.

But it wasn't what he was expecting at all.

Your email was pleasant, cordial, and sweet, if a bit apologetic. You had a bad habit of backing almost every other sentence with an "I'm sorry, but-"

It even all began with, "Hello, Captain Price. I'm sorry to bother you."

Like he minded in the slightest. He felt stress he didn't know he was carrying melt from him as his eyes skimmed down the few short paragraphs you'd sent.

"I'm sorry if you've answered these questions already. I read your FAQ on your site and-"

"I'm sorry to impose, but I didn't see anything about long-term rentals-"

"Would this be something you're interested in? Again, sorry if this is a bit weird-"

He sat at the table, hand pressing into his cheek, reading and re-reading your email until he could no longer stand the numbness creeping up his elbow. Your letter was enchanting. Somehow, with just your words, you had lulled him into a beautiful peace. A siren singing to him from across a long, long sea.

How could he respond? If he did, what would he even say? He was, frankly, fucking terrible with words. He knew he'd cock it all up if he tried to tap out a reply on his clunky cell phone keyboard. He sighed. This would all go much better if he could just talk. Oh, how he wanted to talk to you. He just knew he would melt into your words. Even on the sterile page of an email, you seemed so warm and interesting. A gentle flame come to light his cold world.

"I'm an art professor," you had explained. "I'm looking to schedule something of an extended sabbatical. Perhaps six months to a year, and I'd like to get as far away from the city as I can."

"I'm sorry to ramble," you continued apologetically, "but the pictures on your website have sold me. Everything looks so beautiful. Pure and pristine and calm, and that's exactly what I'm looking for. I know you must be busy, but I'd love to hear back from you as soon as you are able in order to work out the details."

You had signed off the email in a very professional manner: your name resting plainly at the bottom followed by "Professor of Fine Arts" and the name of some university he'd never heard of. He would have to do some research on that helpful little chunk of information later.

He tapped on the little arrow to reply to your email. The bright new page popped up, temporarily blinding him with it's whiteness. He set down his phone to blink away the spots in his eyes. When he regained his vision, he had turned to look out the window. Darkness had fallen while he had been occupied.

Shit, he thought, still scrubbing at his eyes. His heavy hand wandered down to his beard. Then, he turned to his phone, laying dark and forgotten on the table. Should respond to her tonight. Can't miss an opportunity like this.

Picking up his phone, he stood up with a little protest from his knees and a heavy, tired sigh, and turned to his lonely, cold bed in the loft. While he drifted around changing out of his work clothes and making sure the vent from the stove below was opened enough to not freeze him into a popsicle before morning, he thought of what he wanted to say. What would be the correct things to say in order to keep you interested enough (make him seem interested in your sabbatical or whatever), but not enough to scare you away.

Enough to not show his hand entirely. Enough to get you out here.

By the time he flopped into bed, pulling the warm flannel and down covers over himself, he had just enough energy to tap out a serviceable email. His eyes were failing him, dropping lower the longer he typed, with his hands losing hold of his phone twice before he managed to finally sign off and tap Send.

"It would be an honour to show you around my property anytime," he had ended the email. "The winter months leaves me with plenty of time on my hands. If the weather does not deter you, come at your earliest convenience. - Cpt. John Price"

#mw2 #price/reader #price x reader #starry writes #still on my bullshit about this #plus its fun to have no stakes and just have fun writing something small for once 😌

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snaillamp · 1 year ago

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Sunset

CW: contains major character death

“Uh, Villain, I mean no disrespect when I say this, but this building is a waste of money. I do not recommend purchasing it. You’re flushing money down the toilet here.”

Villain clenched their fists, whirling around to look at their assistant. “It’s not about money. This building. It’s more than that! I’m purchasing it now. I won’t let them knock it down!”

The assistant frowned at Villain’s sudden emotional outburst, taking a step back and glancing around the roof they were standing on. The apartment complex was old, a small 6 storey thing with a dirty, crumbling exterior. But when Villain had learned of it’s impending demise, they insisted on purchasing it.

“May I ask something personal, Villain?” The assistant asked cautiously. Villain huffed in annoyance, nodding. “What?”

The assistant sighed, glancing around at the roof. “Why do you want to buy this… derelict building, Villain? There are plenty of good apartments that are in need of renovations, what makes this one so special?”

Villain gazed out at the slowly setting sun, breathing in a soft breeze and smiling. “Let me tell you a story…”

Villain spotted Hero making their way towards them, ready to thwart their plans. Villain quickly took off, running though the streets and scaling a fire escape, Hero hot on their heels. Finally they reached the roof, where Villain chuckled evilly, turning to face their nemesis and sliding into a fighting stance. Hero rolled their eyes, assuming their own and waiting for Villain to attack.

That was weird, Hero always jumped to make the first move. Villain threw a punch, then another, then kicked, easily making contact with Hero, who half heartedly fought back. Stopping suddenly, Villain panted, frowning. “Come on, Hero. Put your back into it, it’s no fun if you don’t try.” Hero scoffed, walking away from the fight, shaking their head. “Hey come on, what’s up?“ Villain asked, following them as they sat on the edge of the small, 6 storey building they were on.

Hero sighed, glancing away. “It’s nothing, Villain, and anyway, why the hell would I tell you? You’re my enemy. We hate each other.” Villain pulled a face. “I mean… sure, I’m not exactly your biggest fan, but I don’t hate you. I like our fights, our banter, everything. It’s all part of the fun that is our job.” They punched Hero’s arm playfully, only for their nemesis to glare at them and shuffle along the wall. ‘Yeah, okay somethings up…’ Villain thought, their face softening. “Hero… I know I’m the last person you wanna tell anything, but… Are you okay? You look… off.” Hero looked up at Villain, sighing. “No, Villain. I’m not.”

Villain shuffled over again. “Come oooooon. It can’t be that bad!” They smirked, wrapping an arm around Hero’s shoulders. “What, your partner leave your or something? Well, there’s plenty more fish in the sea, Hero.” Hero scowled. “I don’t have a partner. I live alone. I don’t have anyone.” Villain’s smirk faltered, “Aww come on, Hero! You have me!” They smiled desperately, trying to get Hero to smile, but their nemesis only seemed to grow darker.

’You have to tell someone…’ Hero’s mind reasoned.

“Don’t be so down Hero. I’m sure whatever it is, you’ll be able to fix it! Come on, you’re Hero, you can to anythi-”

“It’s cancer, Villain.” Hero interrupted. “I have cancer…”

Villain stopped, staring in shock as their mind reeled. But Hero was so healthy and strong and alive? So youthful… so witty and smart and… how could they have cancer? “Oh, but I’m sure it’s fine, Hero. I mean, they’re great at treating cancer these days. A few months of chemo and you’ll be right as rain, and back to beating me up for robbing banks or something.” Villain was desperately trying to reason their way out of this as Hero sighed, their eyes shining with tears.

“The prognosis isn’t good, Villain. It’s a rare, aggressive type… It’s in my bones, my blood… my organs. It’s not going to get better.” Hero’s voice cracked as Villain’s head began to shake in disbelief. “But you’re Hero… you can survive anything! You can survive this… you have to!” Hero shook their head.

“No, Villain. I can’t.”

Villain sat in the weight of the silence for a moment, before pulling Hero into a hug. “You didn’t have anyone else to tell, do you?” Hero shook their head. “I live alone… have no friends… work a dead end job and my parents are gone… there’s no one to tell. No one to go through this with me.” Villain shook their head. “No. You have me. I’m not letting you go through this alone. I promise you, I’m gonna take you back here, a year from now and where gonna watch this same damn sun, set right damn here.” Villain pointed at the slowly setting sun, Hero glancing at it, laughing softly. “Okay. You’re on. If you can get me here a year from today, you win.”

The two enemies shook hands, before watching the sun set below the horizon, before both heading home.

Hero sighed as they lay in bed, feeling awful. The chemo had been destroying them, the radiation and the needles and the operations. It was all so much. They were tired.

“And here’s my favourite hero!” Villain piped up, walking into their room. They were holding an obnoxiously large bouquet of colourful flowers. They smelled wonderful. Hero was honestly surprised they could still smell, their taste had vanished not long after chemo started.

Villain hugged Hero tightly, before gently tucking some of their hair out of their eyes. “How are you feeling?” Hero sighed, looking weak. It had only been a couple weeks of treatment but they already looked awful. At least they seemed to be happier with Villain around. They had really come to like each other, outside of being work enemies, they had similar interests, senses of humour… they got along like a house on fire.

Hero admired the flowers as they sighed tiredly, looking back to Villain. “I feel better now that you’re here. I was getting bored out of my mind without you to piss me off.” Villain blushed, hiding it with a smirk, sitting beside Hero, and taking their hand. They held it, rubbing Hero’s pale, weak fingers as Hero began to tell them about the different nurses and doctors.

“Well have you heard about Superhero and their sidekick?” Villain asked, grinning. Hero perked up. “No?” Villain sat back, looking at Hero with a glint in their eye. “Apparently they’re a thing now. Like officially.” Hero laughed, “I knew it! I knew they had a thing for each other, the romantic… hell, the sexual tension was so strong between those two.” Villain nodded eagerly. “I know right? I was wondering when they were gonna stop fucking on the side and make it offical.” Hero frowned. “I didn’t know they were fucking, how did you?” Villain pursed their lips, smiling mysteriously. “Well I was in my way back to my base one night, after fighting you actually. I heard a crash in the alleyway below me, looked down and saw them. They were really going at it…” Villain’s eyes widened at the memory.

“You’re bullshitting.” Hero smirked. “No! I swear!” Villain raised their hands in surrender. “Promise! I saw it.” Smiling, Hero nodded. “Honestly, kinda not surprised. They kept undressing each other with their eyes in the field I swear to god.”

The two laughed, swapping embarrassing stories about their coworkers for the rest of the evening, until Hero began to doze. “Sleep well, my Hero.” Villain whispered as they tucked their friend in, watching them sleep for a bit.

Villain sat with Hero who gazed at nothing in complete silence. They were doing this more and more often since the months of treatment had begun. “Hero?” Villain murmured, touching their arm. Hero seemed to break out of their daze, looking upset. “Oh, Hero… what’s wrong?” Villain asked, already knowing the answer. Hero burst into tears, Villain deciding to crawl up onto the bed and hold them tightly as they sobbed into Villain’s shoulder. Villain rocked them back and forth, hugging them tight and running their hand over Hero’s thinning hair.

“I don’t-wanna d-die, Villain.” They stammered. “I know.” Villain replied, unsure of what to do. “But the treatment has been working, you said yourself, things are looking better.” Hero nodded, sniffing. “Yeah… I guess…” They looked up at Villain. “It’s just… it’s not fair! I wanna be like everyone else my age! Go on stupid dates and mess around with my friends and go to work and complain about the weather… I don’t wanna be here! I don’t wanna be waiting to fucking DIE!” They screamed, voice shaking as Villain held them.

“Hero. You can’t give up. You can beat this, I know you will!” Villain tried to say the words with strength, but they didn’t know if they were saying it for Hero or for themself. “You said yourself the chemo was working pretty well.” Hero shook their head. “Not well enough. Villain, I told you, this is gonna kill me. I’m not gonna see that sunset.” The reality of what Hero had said set in, Villain clutching Hero tightly. “No. You’re gonna see it. I promise you. You’re gonna make it through and see it. You’re almost half way, Hero. You can do this.” Hero shuddered beside Villain. “Bag.” They gasped, reaching with a shaking hand for an emesis bag. Villain grabbed one quickly from the table beside the bed, holding it over Hero’s mouth as they threw up.

“It’s okay, Hero… let it out… let it out…”

Hero seemed to be doing a little better, as Villain helped them up the stairs to the roof. Together, they crossed the building, looking up at the sky. Villain had set up a little picnic before hand, helping Hero sit and eat as they waited for the sun to begin its descent.

Hero lit up at the sight of it, and they laughed, cuddling in the cool evening as they ate way too much cake.

Eventually, they both sat in the edge of the roof, watching the sun go down, hands entwined.

“Told you.” Villain smirked, kissing Hero’s cheek. “I win.”

Hero chuckled, nuzzling Villain’s shoulder. “What do you mean?”

“It’s been a year today, since we sat on this exact roof and you said you wouldn’t live to see this sunset.”

Hero laughed, wrapping their arms around Villain. “And I’m glad you made that bet. I couldn’t have done this without you. Especially after I lost my lease on my house… it’s just been nice living with someone too… someone who I love so much.”

The breeze blew gently. “You know… after I’m gone, I don’t want you to mourn me. Move on. Live life to the fullest. All I want is to see you happy.” Hero gazed into Villain’s eyes, before gently pulling them in for a kiss. Villain smirked against their lover’s lips. “You will live to see many more sunsets, my love.”

They watched the vibrant colours begin to fade, as Hero sighed in content, the breeze blowing gently around them. “Hey.” They murmured. “Yes?” Villain asked, running their hand over Hero’s head. “I want you to know, that after everything… every time you feel a breeze, that’s me. My spirit will live on the wind, flying and free… and it will always be with you.” Hero’s voice cracked, as they looked up at Villain, shivering. Villain smiled, cupping their hero’s face. “I like that. I like that a lot.” They swallowed back the rising sob.

“You’re cold. Let’s go home.”

Villain sat beside the bed, clutching Hero’s emaciated hand. They had been in a coma for days… and it was time. “Hero?” Villain breathed through sobs. They had heard hearing was the last thing to go. “Listen to me. I love you. Okay? I love you so, so much. I always will.” They gasped, wiping away tears. “G-Go when you’re ready… okay? Go and fly, and become the wind. It’s okay… alright? You’ll be okay…”

Villains body shuddered as they looked up at Hero’s pale face. “Go when you’re ready… go when when you’re ready…”

Villain wasn’t ready. It had only been two months since the roof picnic. They weren’t ready to say goodbye… and yet, somehow… they were.

So they sat there, repeating their phrase as Hero’s breathing got slower and shallower. They repeated it through the tears, the cries and the shakes…

And then Hero drew their last breath, sighing in relief as they became the wind.

They were finally free.

Villain stood in the rain in front of the grave. Everyone, heroes and villains alike stood shoulder to shoulder, gazing at the stone.

None of them could believe it. A hero so young and full of life… gone in just over a year. So that day, they all stood together, in solidarity.

For Hero.

“That’s why I can’t give this place up.” Villain whispered, gazing at the sunset. “I’m not ready to move on. I never will be.” They smiled as a gentle, warm breeze kissed their face. “But I have to move on. Which is why I have to make this place something. Help their legacy stay alive.”

Villain glanced at the assistant, who had pulled off their glasses, dabbing their eyes. “I see.” They replied. “Well. I’ll get started on the payment process, and uh… give you a moment.”

Villain nodded appreciatively, feeling the breeze, stronger and warmer this time push against them. Something told them to turn around, so they did. A gasp escaped Villain, before they could stop it.

Hero was standing there, on the edge of the roof, gleaming. Their body was strong, healthy, just as it had been before and they looked so, so happy. Warm golden light illuminated their figure as they nodded at Villain, smiling softly. They were okay. They were free.

Turning into the sun, the light glowed brightly, Villain shielding their eyes as Hero dissolved into the breeze and the light. They could almost hear Hero’s laugh of glee.

Smiling wistfully, Villain nodded.

“Goodbye, my Hero. I love you.”

#snaillamp #whump #hero Whumpee #villain caretaker #hero x villain #original post #major character death #cancer #whumpee #whumpblr #whump writing #I’m gonna be honest #this was a tough one to write #but I needed to do it #for me #and for all the Heroes out there #hold your loved ones close #you’ll never know when you won’t get to anymore #x snail <3

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honeybeezgobzzzzz · 2 years ago

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𓅨 Walmart Superstore: An Endless' Nemesis

Walmart Superstore: An Endless' Nemesis: Morpheus decides to tag along with you to Walmart when you run errands.

Warnings: One Mopey Ass Endless.

To Note: Morpheus x Reader

Word Count: ~1.7k

You don’t know what’s more comical—the expressions flashing across Morpheus’ face as you walk toward the entrance of your local Walmart or the fact that a mighty Endless wants to go shopping with you. Especially one as regal and prideful as him. There’s no real need for him to come; you’re just running errands, picking up cleaning supplies, toilet paper, and a birthday present for your neighbor. Why had he insisted on accompanying you to the superstore when he undoubtedly had better things to do?

You steal another look at Morpheus while collecting a small basket to hold your items. He’s staring at the corral of blue shopping carts in confusion.

“They’re just shopping carts,” you point out, slipping the basket onto your arm. Morpheus blinks and looks at you inquisitively. “You know, to put the stuff you’re gonna buy in while you’re walking around? Makes it a lot easier than carrying everything.”

“Is it necessary for them to be so large?” He asks, his blue eyes dropping to the small basket hanging off your arm. “Your choice is far smaller and more reasonable.”

“Because I’m only getting a few things.” You shrug, moving toward the cleaning aisle. “I’m not getting an entire cart full of stuff today, so the basket will do just fine. Come on, stay close unless you want to encounter a Karen in the wild.” Morpheus doesn’t understand what you mean by that or what a Karen is—wasn’t Karen a mortal name? You spoke of it as if it were a creature instead. The thought dissipates as a large man trundles past, wearing a shirt three sizes too small, little ‘shorts,’ and bright pink flip-flops. Another fashion trend he’ll have to inquire about. The Endless loses interest and silently follows you.

The many items lining the shelves are odd to him and hold little interest. Mortals invent the most menial objects at times. You turn down an aisle and blatantly ignore a couple arguing over a box of cereal. Their thoughts are loud and obtrusive, echoing painfully in Morpheus’ mind. To you, the argument is just another trip to Walmart. You don’t bat an eye when one hits the other with a box and proceed past the aisle of human food to the next.

You eye the Endless silently trailing beside you. He’s in his usual silence, but you see his eyes taking in everything with curiosity. Or maybe disdain? Sometimes it’s a guessing game with Morpheus; he’s enchanted with some mortal inventions and curls his lip at others. Walmart is definitely not high on his list of interests. You’d better make this trip quick lest his broodiness starts having a physical effect on the shoppers.

Running through your mental checklist, you turn down the cleaning aisle and begin looking for disinfectant spray for your kitchen. It’s easy to find the brand you use, and you drop the bottle into your basket as Morpheus examines the plethora of choices.

“There are many options. How have you decided on that one?” he inquires, his eyes glossing over the many bottles before settling on your face.

“Dunno, I just go with what’s cheap and what I grew up with,” you answer. You’ve never put much thought into your choice; it’s just cleaner. You don’t need anything fancy, just something that works. Toilet paper is next. You’ve run out after the local elementary school roped you into helping mummify the principal. It was fun and hilarious but used up every last roll of toilet paper in the house. You wander to the tissue aisle and pick up what you need. By now, you’re on autopilot, forgetting that you have an Endless trailing behind you, perplexed by the myriad choices of the same item.

All you have left is to get your neighbor a birthday present. Susan, who has lived next to you in a cute little stone house for at least forty years, is renovating her place. Her kitchen is the latest project, and you know she’s been wanting a good coffee maker for the longest time but always uses an ancient one from the early 90s just because it still works.

It’s time for a new one.

You wander down the small appliance aisle, looking at the models and trying to figure out which one Susan would like best. She’s older, so she doesn’t need something fancy. Just something that works and is easy to set up. You’re stuck between two models, eyes flickering back and forth, when an announcement over the intercom makes your eyes go wide.

“Y/N Y/L/N, your beloved is at register 10.” What on earth? You’re confused, not understanding why such an announcement would be made. Then you realize something. Morpheus is no longer lingering behind you, silently judging everything. You spin in a half-circle, searching for the Endless but can’t find him!

Good God, the announcement is for you!

Leaving the small appliance aisle, you hurry toward the front of the store while your mind goes into overdrive. Beloved? That word is definitely part of Morpheus’ vocabulary, not one most mortals would use. So only one being could be considered your ‘beloved.’ But since when had that happened? You shake your head as you emerge from the depths of the superstore to see the line of registers all normal. One glance at register ten, however, and you nearly facepalm.

Morpheus is standing by it with the most despondent pout on his lips, in a desolate mope that seems to create a cloud of depression around him. You’re flabbergasted and wondering what upset him this time when you approach. The moment Morpheus sees you, the cloud of dreary darkness dissipates above his head. But not the pout or mope.

“You left me,” he accuses dramatically. “Why did you abandon me?”

You open your mouth to fire back that you simply wanted to get your shopping done and weren’t used to having someone with you, but the look in his eyes makes you falter. He really does look devastated.

“Okay, first off, I didn’t leave you on purpose,” you inform him, stopping in front of him. “I was just trying to get my shopping done as fast as possible.” He glowers at you, and you sigh, rolling your eyes. “You’re making it seem like I intentionally ditched you!”

“It feels as if you did,” he declares, his eyes glimmering pitifully as he looms over you. “Do you not care for me anymore? Is this you showing me that you no longer wish for my company? Are you finally casting me aside?”

“What? No!” you exclaim, facepalming. Where the hell is this coming from!? “Oh my God, Morpheus! I just forgot, okay? I am in no way telling you to leave!” That seems to abate the watery look in his eyes. You reach for his hand, determined to hold it until you’re done shopping and leaving. The last thing you need is for him to have a meltdown in Walmart. “Come on, I’ve just got to pick out a coffee maker for Susan.”

Pulling him along, you’re oblivious to the Endless now basking in the feeling of your grasping his hand. Your fingers are warm and comforting against his cold ones. Arriving back at the small appliance aisle, you retake your position between the coffee makers and give them one last look. The one on the left looks most Susan-friendly, so you decide on that one. Setting your basket down so you don’t have to break the handhold with Morpheus (because heaven forbid you do), you pick up one of the boxes and put it in your basket. Then you pick the basket up once more and look at Morpheus.

“Now I’m done, we just need to check out, and then we can leave,” you tell him, watching as he blinks at you. “Okay?”

“Very well,” Morpheus answers, maintaining his grasp on your hand. His brief moment of complete devastation and despondency is gone from his facial features like it never happened. Clearing your throat, you begin walking back toward the registers, noticing how tightly the Endless holds your hand. When you arrive up front, much to your dismay, the only register that’s available and not backed up is register 10. Oh well. It’s not like you tote an Endless man-child around with you every time you shop at Walmart. So you get in line and try to ignore the stares of several old ladies congregating around the magazines.

When it’s your turn to pay, you do so quickly, trying to get out of there as fast as possible. Just as you grab your bag and pull Morpheus away from the narrow lane, an elderly woman speaks up.

“Oh, don’t you two just look so cute together! Calling each other beloved! You don’t see a love like that every day.” Your face burns with heat blooming just beneath your skin, and you all but drag Morpheus to the exit.

“Only at Walmart. Only at Walmart,” you chant to yourself as you flee. You and Morpheus will definitely be having a conversation when you get home because there’s no way you can function properly without knowing what exactly the Endless being sees your relationship as. “Only at Walmart.”

Date Published: 6/29/23

Last Edit: 5/28/24

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ichtios · 5 months ago

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21.08.2024

Guys, yesterday I felt joy for the first time since the beginning of this summer. Looks like God is already doing more than I could imagine, though it is still in the midst of such pain.

I told you that I am planning my escape, because I no longer see myself staying in this place where I've suffered so much. I've lived here since 2012 and only the first short period was happy, then all slowly went down the toilet, with very few breaks.

I wanted to leave city because I never loved it, I stayed here because of work, of people, of anxiety disorder that kept me stuck.

One of the options was the little summer house, owned by my mom's friend (we know each other since forever, and I call her "aunt"). I always liked it, it is small, and only ground floor. But my mom, and aunt said that it is impossible to live in because of very bad condition of the place (over 40 years old, practically abandoned wooden house), and it is probably only good for demolition and maybe building new one (which is complicated ofc)

Yesterday I went there to see it with guys from renovation company. They said the house is great, well built, and they would never recommend demolition, they want to renovate it, even to the point that I will be able to stay there during cold months.

The state of the house is indeed like from horror movies, I've never seen such huge spiderwebs, there is ant nest in one wall, and traces of mice everywhere. But there seems to be no fungus, which is most important, because that would make it unsafe. I can deal with the rest.

When I entered the gate yesterday and was opening the house alone I started to smile involuntarily. It was good sign. I didn't feel daunted or terrified, I felt that my heart adheres to this place.

I will show you photos on Friday. I'm still in tons of pain, and I'm scared of staying there alone (maybe God will also provide that I won't be alone, but for now that is the only option). But I have something to look for, to plan, to decorate, to clean. And beautiful nature that greets me with an open arms.

#diary #more than I would imagine #God is good #omg #i'm almost crying #but half from joy

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kiwiraccoon · 7 months ago

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Behind You (Final)

San x reader

Description: their home was coming together with her decorations and his renovations. Time was going by faster than either of them realized and San wasn’t ready for their small moments to end. Little did they know, their life was about to change forever.

Word Count: 1522

Notes: first person POV, y/n, use of nicknames “honey” “dear” “baby”, supernatural talk, honestly just fluff and wholesome, panic attack, slight maybe only one curse

I awaken to the sweet smell of fresh wood and newly cleaned bedding. We have been fixing up the building for months now and we were reaching the end. The moment we could open the doors and bring life back into the building. I have been anticipating this moment for a long time. The workers we have hired worked diligently and made sure everything was up to code but also perfect. I of course went back behind them just to be sure because I wanted this place to be better than what it was before.

“Good morning Dear.” I hear from behind me and feel arms pulling me in closer to their body surrounding me in warmth, comfort and love.

“Good morning Honey.” I snuggle into him for a moment before trying to make my way out of bed to start the day. Key word, trying. His arms pull me in tighter, preventing me from leaving his hold. “Honey, we have to get up.”

“Not yet.” He mumbles burying his head into my neck and placing soft kisses against my sensitive skin. Involuntarily I giggle from the feeling causing him to turn this cute moment into a tickle fight. He turns me on my back and straddle my hips to tickle my sides and keep me from running away. I lose my breath quickly and the second he notices my hands are pinned above my head while we laugh together and regain our composure.

“Sannie, you know we still have things to do today?” I ask once our laughter turns to silent breaths and longing looks that I know will turn into much less innocent actions. He groans and lays his head on my chest while squeezing his arms under my laying body to hug me close.

“Just one day for us only please?” He whines and I can’t help but fall ever harder for him, that is until I start to feel sick.

“Baby let me up now please.” He hears the urgency in my voice and moves away instantly allowing me to run to our bathroom as fast as I possibly could. Before I know it I’m dry heaving into the toilet and hugging my new best friend.

San runs in and pulls my hair back away from my face while also rubbing a hand on my back to soothe my pain. “Was it the tickle fight?” We both chuckle at the question knowing that definitely isn’t the reason.

I start questioning the reason in my head. Food poisoning? No, my mom made sure I knew to only eat fresh food. Flu? I feel my head and notice I’m not burning up, I can’t possibly be actually sick. I’ve only been in this building and no one sick has been allowed in. Period symptoms? Oh my god. “Hey Sannie, what's the date?” I ask between breaths.

He pulls out his phone I got him a while ago, “uh it’s the 19th?” He questions and as the words leave his lips my skin runs cold. There’s no way. We have used all kinds of protection. Of course we agreed we were going to spend our lives together, but we just wanted a little more time to just us.

“Okay I’m fine, can you go make us breakfast? I’ll be out soon.” I try to get him out of the room for me to take a test, I don’t want to worry him if it does end up negative.

He stands up from his kneeling position beside me, “Will do honey, call me if you need anything seriously.”

“Aye aye captain. I love you.” I say turning away from the toilet.

“I love you too baby, now clean up and make yourself feel beautiful, even though you always are in my eyes.” He says with a loving smile turning to walk away.

“Even right now?” I ask loudly to his retreating figure. I know his answer but I do enjoying hearing it.

He laughs, turns around to face me again, and responds, “always means even right now when you’re hugging a toilet and not me. I definitely won’t hold a grudge.” He laughs while he leaves and I can’t help but laugh as well. He will honestly hold a grudge, he’s the type to feel jealous over a blanket touching more of me than him, it’s honestly the cutest thing ever.

As soon as I hear the bedroom door shut I run to the cabinet and thank whatever being possessed me into buying pregnancy tests even when we aren’t trying. I do what the instructions say and place the test on the counter face down while I wait. Instead of standing there doing nothing I do some hygienic tasks to occupy my mind. Then start to do some makeup when my timer goes off. Instead of racing to see the results I take a breath and finish my makeup.

There’s no need to stress, if it is positive, I’m with the love of my life, the person literally made just for me. If it is negative then it’s just not the right time and I can figure out why I’m sick later.

“Alright you can do this,” I whisper to myself as my hand hovers above the test. I notice my shaky hand and take in a deep breath to calm my nerves. “It’s gonna be okay.” My whispers fall on deaf ears as I turn the test over and see the two lines clearly on the test. I throw the test away from me as if it were the plague and stare at it in complete and utter shock.

This can’t be real.

This can’t be happening.

I’m too young.

I’m not ready.

What if I’m not a good mother.

What if I can’t teach my child the way my parents taught me.

I can’t do this.

I can’t breathe.

Oh my god I can’t breathe.

I fall to the floor with a crash as I try to catch my breath, there’s no way he didn’t hear me. He’s coming here right now. I wanted to tell him in a cute way. I have so many ideas. It’s all ruined. Everything is ruined.

I’m having a panic attack.

“BABY!?” San yells from outside the door and I can hear him running towards the room I’m currently feeling stuck in. “What happened!? Baby!!” He yells and bursts the door open to see my body curled up against the side of the tub rocking back and forth as my eyes stay locked on something across the room. Though he doesn’t follow my sight and instead sits next to me to pull my body against his and start to calm me down.

He tells me sweet nothings, reminding me that I’m safe and with him. He tells me how much he loves me and how much he wants me in his life. He tells me that nothing could possibly ruin what we have. And that’s when I let it slip in the moment of panic.

“I’m pregnant.” I whisper into his chest that he has me cradled against. It’s as if all time stops around us, and there’s nothing but the panicked breathing from me and his multiple deep breaths.

He starts placing kisses all over my head and face before he gets up and starts jumping, in my confused state I just stare at him like he’s crazy. “We’re having a baby, baby!!!!” He yells and can’t stop bouncing, the excitement in his voice heavily contradicts the anxiety and panic swimming through my body. He crouches down to my height again and kisses me like his life depends on it.

“Sannie?” I ask once he pulls away and wears the biggest smile I’ve ever seen on his face.

“Yes baby?” He pauses, then looks at my stomach, “and other baby.” He finished with a giddy smile that makes a small one tug at my lips.

“Why are you so happy? How are you not worried? I mean we are so young and it wasn’t planned?” I start to ramble before he covers my mouth with his hand and stares at me with nothing but love and excitement.

“I’m not worried, I’m not scared, and I’m more than just happy. I love you with my entire being and we get to bring into this world someone made of both of us? I couldn’t be more happy and excited. I couldn’t be more in love with you and the idea of our own little family starting. We are going to be the best parents ever, I mean look at us. We just built a five star hotel from dust. We love each other more than we ever thought we could. And we are the power couple of the century. We got this baby.” He finishes with a sweet kiss on my lips that sends my heart racing from something other than panic but from an overwhelming amount of love.

“What the fuck would I do without you?” We both laugh.

“I don’t know baby, but you know I’m always right behind you. I love you.”

#Ateez #Ateez x reader #Choi san #Choi San x reader #San x reader #San imagine #Choi San imagines #Ateez fic #Ateez fanfic #San fic #San fanfic #Ateez imagines

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