#waterworks tile

[redheadredliiips]

Bathroom in San Francisco Inspiration for a small farmhouse kids' blue tile and ceramic tile porcelain tile, gray floor and single-sink bathroom remodel with shaker cabinets, gray cabinets, a one-piece toilet, white walls, an undermount sink, solid surface countertops, white countertops, a niche and a built-in vanity

[magnusficent]

Dining Room in San Diego Enclosed dining room - large industrial limestone floor enclosed dining room idea with white walls and no fireplace

[princessreasonmusic]

Transitional Bathroom - Kids Example of a mid-sized transitional kids' bathroom with white floor and double sinks, white walls, a one-piece toilet, blue cabinets, an undermount sink, quartz countertops, a hinged shower door, white countertops, a niche, and a built-in vanity.

[weneedtogirlthehellup]

New York Midcentury Bedroom

Mid-sized 1950s master medium tone wood floor and brown floor bedroom photo with white walls

[bulletjournaling101]

Kids in New York

Bathroom - small traditional kids' white tile and ceramic tile marble floor, multicolored floor and single-sink bathroom idea with beaded inset cabinets, white cabinets, a one-piece toilet, blue walls, an undermount sink, quartz countertops, white countertops and a built-in vanity

[carleighrose]

Master Bath in DC Metro Master bathroom with a double sink, beaded inset cabinets, white cabinets, a two-piece toilet, blue walls, marble countertops, and a freestanding vanity in a medium-sized, elegant home.

[theclassyhuman]

New York Kitchen Enclosed Large transitional u-shaped enclosed kitchen design with a medium tone wood floor and beaded inset cabinets, white cabinets, marble countertops, paneled appliances, and an island.

[elevate-rp]

Austin Master Bath Bathroom Bathroom - small transitional master bathroom idea with gray tile, stone tile, a mosaic tile floor, a flat-panel sink, white cabinets, quartz countertops, and white walls.

[klllerwithin]

Beach Style Kitchen - Kitchen Eat-in kitchen idea with a large, coastal dark-wood floor and stainless steel appliances, an island, open cabinets, and a farmhouse sink

[expectopatronope]

3/4 Bath in Miami

[kosagum]

how to fix a toilet — gojo satoru · fluff · 1k words

summary: while moving in with gojo, you fall in love with him again, again, again.

you’re watching GOJO fix a toilet and you think you’ve never been so in love in your life.

of course, you have loved him. but you haven’t gotten to love him like this, standing over the open tank of a toilet with a hand running through his white hair and a pout on his lips as he, with no knowledge about plumbing or waterworks or even toilet repair, tries to fix one.

you should be unpacking in another room, but instead, you lean against the doorway to the bathroom and just…watch him. that is, until he speaks up.

“baby, can’t we call a plumber?” gojo whines, peering into the toilet tank with one hand sifting through the toolbox at his feet. you stifle a giggle behind his back when he picks up a wrench, eyeing it with a frown.

“nope.” you certainly could, but you want to keep him like this longer. “you said you’d fix the toilet if it broke, and it broke. that’s the only reason i agreed to move in with you.”

“the only reason?” gojo looks over his shoulder at you and gapes. “not because i’m your boyfriend?”

that makes you smile, but that’s not it, either.

you’d been all but living together before this; you’d find his socks in your dryer and your favorite snacks in his pantry, he had a spare toothbrush in the cup by your sink and you had one in his, and you both wore the clothes—his jackets, your coats and sweaters—hanging side by side in your closet.

gojo begged you to move in with him every day. and finally, when you realized you didn’t want to live in a home without his socks, his toothbrush, or his jackets, without him, you said yes.

really, there’s no one else you’d rather move in with.

you pretend to think, listing with your fingers as gojo’s gape gives in to a grin. “you’re also annoying, stubborn…”

“still your boyfriend,” he says, pointing the wrench at you with pride. annoying. despite yourself, your smile widens and doesn’t fade when he turns back to the toilet.

malfunction aside, the toilet is shiny and new, as is the bathroom and the rest of this house. the empty rooms are full of sunlight and wet paint and half-unpacked cardboard boxes holding your and gojo’s things. any surface not covered by a box is by housewarming gifts: cookbooks from geto, puzzle sets from ieiri, and a too-big bouquet from all of gojo’s students that you both ended up having to split between vases, leftover bottles, and whatever else could be used as a container.

but the bathroom is not so empty. a shower curtain from gojo’s old condo hangs over the bathtub, towels from your old apartment pile in a corner, and a cup for your toothbrush and his is on the counter by the sink. not a spare toothbrush—his toothbrush, right beside yours.

your eyes fall back on him, still here in the bathroom with you, trying to fix the toilet. and you think this must be love, too. sharing a space, the toilet and the toothbrush holder and everything else in it, and falling just a little more from that alone.

feeling your eyes on him, gojo glances back at you and, to your dismay, catches you staring. “sure you don’t have any other reasons?” he grins again, and you roll your eyes as he tilts his head at you with a laugh.

oh, you have plenty.

you won’t tell gojo all of them now while he’s in the middle of fixing the toilet. but from the eager look on his face, you think he already knows.

“well,” you start, toeing at the tiles beneath you. they alternate between cream and baby blue, your color of choice for the bathroom tiling and his. “i do love you. like this.”

gojo’s grin widens.

he definitely knows.

he sets the wrench down on the bathroom counter and sidles toward you, an eyebrow raised in equal parts amusement and affection. “you love me fixing our toilet?”

you snort as he gets closer, face now only inches away from yours. “i loved you fixing our toilet. which you still haven’t finished fixing, by the way.”

“tell me more about you loving me first.”

you finally laugh, and he tries—and fails—to bite back a grin at it. “seriously,” he says, nudging your foot with his. “tell me.”

you look up at gojo, and in every single one of the thoughts that come to mind is him.

his shoes are kicked off by yours in the foyer. your reading glasses and his sunglasses lie side by side on the counter. two sets of keys are thrown into the tray, matching mugs are stored in the kitchen cupboards, and your clothes are folded next to his in drawers and closets in the bedroom. on walls and tables all over the house sit pictures of you both in frames.

and here in the bathroom is gojo himself, trying to fix the toilet and making you laugh while doing it.

“i love you here,” you finally say, gesturing with an arm at it all.

and gojo grins even wider at you, wide enough for his cheeks to dip into his dimples, and then you’re sure of it: you’ve never been so in love in your life.

he scoops you up, and you laugh again and throw your arms around him as he laughs with you, spinning you around once, twice, before setting you down on the seat of the toilet. your shared toilet.

“i love you here, too,” he says, grinning as he kisses your nose. “and here—” your forehead, “and here—” your cheek, “and here—”

and as you laugh and try to push him away, only for him to cup your face with his hands and kiss you on the mouth, you fall again, again, again.

[zippywondernumbat]

Transitional Bathroom - Bathroom

[turkeynotalone]

San Francisco Bathroom

[kurare13]

Kitchen

[luminousbeings-crudematter]

(Sorry if this sounds demanding, swear it's not my intention) could you write a domestic scene within the situationshipverse pls? A date or something like that. I love it <3

You don't sound demanding at all, and THANK YOU, anon, for this request, I actually loved writing for these two fools again! I briefly talked about a disastrous Valentines' date with Simon (that takes place soon after the end of the main series) and wanted to talk about it more.

I'm feeling a bit meh about my writing rn, but I hope you like it anyway <3

You're late.  Again.

Your phone is dead, you’re tired beyond belief, you’ve got blisters in your feet and it’s pouring rain tyrannically, rendering you completely drenched, boots squelching with every step you take towards his flat.

You’re so irritated, so full of anger at the shitty circumstances and while you’re not usually a violent person, you kick at the sign that says that the lift is out for repair.  But the sound it makes when it knocks over sets off the waterworks, and by the time you’re pitifully knocking at Simon’s door, your face is as drenched as your coat.      

He ushers you in without a word, but it just makes you cry harder.  It’s not only that you were late for your date with Simon…it’s that you’re four hours late, Simon is on leave for only two weeks and that it’s Valentine’s Day and you’d wanted to spend a cheesy evening with your stoic boyfriend who’d stumbled his way into feeling out and planning something that he’d thought you’d enjoy.

And you were four hours late.  Because cheesy fools all around the city had wanted the same thing you’d wanted—time alone with the one you loved with the world shut out around you.

Your wet clothes stick to your skin and your irritation makes even removing them a chore, but Simon patiently leads you to the bath and helps you strip off your clothes that fall down to the tiles with a wet plop.  While the bathtub fills and the steam envelopes the room, Simon looks down at you with melted eyes the colour of dark caramel and wipes your tears with gentle fingers.  “Why are you so upset, love?” he whispers.  “It’s alright, you’re alright.”

You bury your face into his chest and his arms automatically go around you and grab your bare ass.  It makes you giggle through your tears, and you half-heartedly smack his chest.  “You can’t do that, I’m crying!”      

“Not mutually exclusive,” he insists, and it makes you cry-laugh again.  

You push away from him slightly, put your hands on his chest, rest your chin on them and look up at him.  “I’m sorry I ruined Valentine’s Day.” 

“Sweet girl,” he starts quietly.  “You’re standin’ naked in m’flat, lookin fuckin’ fantastic—” your ass is squeezed again for emphasis—“and yer’ going to relax and we’ll get some food and then you’ll sit on m’face until the mornin’.  Day’s hardly ruined, love.”

“Jesus, Simon,” you mumble, pushing away from him and rubbing at your swollen eyes.

“S’true.  You could never ruin anythin’, love.”

“You’re a sap,” you chide him.  “I know you made some plans for us to do something.  I should’ve just asked for the day off and—”

“Shut up.  Take your clothes off and get in the bath,” he interrupts, and despite yourself, you roll your eyes at him but follow his instructions.  When you’re comfortably seated, you feel his fingers gently drip water into your hair, on the back of your neck and on your shoulders, and the familiar, repetitive  motions soothe the disquiet in your mind. 

When his fingers use rhythmic motions to massage shampoo into your hair, you feel your stress further melt away, and sink deeper into the warm water.  “You wanna talk about it?” he enquires quietly.

“Fuck no,” you sigh, closing your eyes and leaning your head further back into his touch.  “I don’t even want to think about it.”

“Good,” he whispers.  “Don’t think about it, then.  Just relax, sweet girl.  You’ve got me.”

Your eyes blink open at his words, and you’re reminded of why you’d been so upset previously.  The real reason you’d been so upset.  “I, er…earlier?  I was upset because—I feel like you planned something for us and I let you down and you’re going away next week and we don’t even know when I’ll see you next, and fuck, Simon, I love you, I love you so much, but this is so hard—”

“Fuckin’ hell,” he breathes.  “You’ve been thinkin’ about that, pet?”  His sigh is deep and troubled, and he leans down to press a kiss onto your forehead.  “I love you…” he murmurs, “...but you’re a fuckin’ idiot, love.”

“I know,” you wail.  “I know it’s ridiculous, but it just feels like I’m wasting your time—”

“Alright, enough of that.”  He stands abruptly, and bends down to you.  Before you know it, he’s lifted you up effortlessly, and your legs dangle over his arms while he marches you into his room.  When he throws you onto his bed, you bounce a little and it makes you gasp.

“Simon, you fool, I’m dripping wet.”

“I know you are,” he says.

“I’m going to mess your bed up and we’re going to have to sleep on a wet bed.”

His expression is intense as he says, “Doesn’t matter.”

You rise up partially on your elbows and narrow your eyes at him.  “You’d hate it,” you tell him.  

He doesn’t bat an eye.  “Don’t care.  What I do care about is that you never say anythin’ like tha’ again, okay?”

You laugh nervously and fiddle with the covers, too embarrassed to even look at him.  “I know.  I wasn’t really worried about that, I just say stupid shit sometimes.”

“Okay,” he says, crawling over you now, and hovering over you, forearms on either side of you, effectively caging you in, keeping you safe, making it so it’s just him and you, exactly like what you’d wanted.  “Love you.”

“I love you too, Simon.  You’re it for me,” you whisper, and lean forward until your forehead touches him and you’re holding on to his wrists with your hands.

“You’re it for me too, sweet girl.  And…” his eyes quickly flicker down to your bare body.  “...nice tits.”  You can tell he’s still a little bothered though, and you lean further up to speak against his lips.

“I promise you, I don’t actually think I’m wasting your time, I just want to make the most of the time we’ve got together, and sometimes I struggle when you’re gone and it’s a bit lonely at my place, but I know you’re coming back to me and—”

“Move in with me.”

“...what the fuck?”  You stare at him with comically large eyes that threaten to bulge out of your eye-sockets.  “What the fuck is wrong with you, how are you asking—”

“Move in with me, dove.”

“Fuck, yes!  Of course, yes!” you say, grinning.  “Obviously yes!”

He doesn’t say anything, but a rare, perfect smile makes an appearance, and in that moment, everything’s perfect and life is perfect and you’re just two love-struck fools staring at each other with goofy smiles on your face.  “Should we have sex now?” you wonder aloud.  “Celebrate, somehow?”

“Got the bed messy anyway, love.”

You look around you at the rumpled, wet sheets and nod.  “Yeah, sorry about that.  I’m honestly impressed you let it happen, considering how military you are about it like oh make the bed so tight and neat you can’t get in or out of it otherwise it’ll start the next world war—” you mock him doing a horrible job of imitating his accent but your voice just gets deeper and deeper until it cracks, making you laugh, then snort and then laugh again.

Through it all, Simon has the most unimpressed expression on his face, pretending to be pissed off, of course, but the melted honey of his eyes gives him away, and he ends up smiling at you anyway.

He leans down to kiss you, and you try (and fail) pull his jumper off of him.  He pulls it off himself, and strips the rest of his clothes off, only separating from your lips when he absolutely has to.  When he briefly shifts, a strand of soft gold falls into his eyes, and you reach up to push it aside.   

“Why are you smiling?” you ask him.

“Why are you smiling?” he shoots back.

“We’re about to have sex, why the fuck wouldn’t I be smiling?”

He shakes his head and laughs at you, and you’re suddenly euphoric at the feeling that he incites in you, knowing that you do this for him and he’ll do it for you, and you’ll be stuck in a loop of making each other undeniably, uncontrollably happy for the rest of your lives.   

He makes the night infinitely better when his moan against your mouth ends up sounding like he’s in agreement with your thoughts.

[whumpsoda]

Lucky

Masterlist

cw: pet whump, box boy universe/bbu adjacent, Institutionalized slavery, conditioning/training, shock collar, abuse

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Boots, black and steel-toed, tapped over the sterile, freezing tile floor, back and forth at a leisurely pace. The taunting baton hung down from his clutch beside them. “You’re ‘real lucky I’m in a good mood today.” Handler Levi Brooks scoffed, watching the trainee pant with those round, pleading eyes, one bruised over a nauseating purple. 

He was keeled over, trembling and shaking worse with each passing second. Levi had always liked the ones too terrified to think.

“P- please, please, let me-,” the trainee started, voice cracked and split as spit dripped from his bloodied lips, his fingers balled and curled over the tile.

He squealed, stupid and pathetic, not a sound at all fit for a guard dog as Levi whacked him again, harder this time. He rolled over onto his back, writhing and whining dumbly. 

“Shut. Up.” Levi watched as the waterworks began once again, gritting his teeth. “No speaking unless spoken to, ‘520, remember?”

“That’s not, that’s not my name, please-,”

“Hey.” Crouching to the pet’s level, thumb wavering closely over the controller of his electrified collar, Levi stopped him from taking another breath. “What did I just say? Do you want to try that again?”

“‘M sorry, I- I’m sorry-,” 

He screamed, raw and grating as, with no hesitation, Levi clicked down on the button. His eyes went wide as he clawed at the coarse collar strapped tight and secure around his throat, only earning him another shock.

“Really, ‘520? I even granted you a second chance. Not too smart, are ya?” Levi paused, looking to him with expectancy. “Well?”

The trainee heaved croaking breaths, quick and shallow with a wet face as he stared back, hesitating before finally taking the hint. “I don’t-,”

“God, how haven’t you gotten these simple rules through your thick skull yet, ‘520? Is it really that hard?” Exploding with rich, wretched sobs, the trainee cried in pain with yet another shock, pounding around as he strangled a shriek. “Good thing we’ve got you scheduled for the drip pretty soon. Excited, aren’t ya? I know I am.”

“D- d- drip-?” He choked, making the best attempt he could to meet his handler’s eyes.

Levi grinned. “Yup.”

He studied the thing for a moment, his greasy hair, soft features, and pudgy frame, paired along with his gasping whimpers, heaving breaths, and tear pricked lashes. Levi was all ready to see him hardened, broken down to a blank slate of loyalty and obedience. “Y’know, I think we’ll be having some fun together, ‘520.”

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