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So, there's this song that I've been listening to non-stop.

Kind of an oldie...with Robbie Williams. LoL.

I imagine a scenario in my head of Reader and Loki who were once in a relationship and had a falling out (because of whatever reason - maybe of his insecurities). But he sees that the Reader is fine after the break up (she isn't really, she just acts like it) and it bothers him that they moved on so quickly.

But he tries to get her back because he really does love her 😍. I thought this would be so cute.

Resurrected Love

Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader

Summary: What once had been undying love between you and Loki, had seemingly turned into dust. After the breakup, the god just isn't himself anymore; barely coping with losing the love of his life. Unlike you. You seem to be just fine; having moved on quickly. Or was it just an illusion? Nevertheless, Loki decides to try to get you back. Will he be successful?

Warnings: sadness and heartbreak, thirst? angst, swear words? suggestive smut, fighting/shouting, fluuuff - tell me if I forgot something!

Word Count: 4,5k

a/n: Ahhh first of all, I'd like to apologise... Sorry @mochie85 that this took me SO long... 🥺 Thank you again for making me the incredible Baby Fever mood board! 🥰 I hope you like this little present I got in return! ☺️💝

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Masterlist °☆• Loki Masterlist

The blaring sound of the alarm clock ripped the sleeping god out of his peaceful slumber. Groaning, Loki moved his hands from underneath his pillow and instead buried his head underneath said pillow. Bare, muscular arms pressed down on the soft, fluffy cushion; trying to drown out the noise. In vain.

A deep, husky grumble left his sore throat, before he reached out blindly to shut off the alarm. Tossing and turning in the bed, he came to lay on his back; big palms running over his face and rubbing his tired eyes. A few rays of sunshine peeked through the emerald green silk curtains; illuminating his small, cosy bedroom. Loki sighed and stretched; causing the light duvet to expose his bare torso. His gaze was directed towards the ceiling; idle and aimless. The god could still feel the tiredness and exhaustion in his bones. Not his physical, though. His mental exhaustion. It just wasn't the same since you were gone. Since you packed your bags and walked out of his apartment. Out of his life. He could sleep for hours and yet he didn't find rest. His bed was so small, but without you he was afraid to get lost in it.

Not even five minutes later, his alarm clock told him again to stand up - and he had no other choice but to give in. Shutting it off, he sat up in bed and rolled out of the comfortable confines. Sighing, he pulled the curtains to let the first rays of sunshine into his bedroom, before he slumped to the bathroom. Dressed in nothing but black briefs, Loki came to stand in front of the mirror of his cabinet, hanging above the sink. He couldn't help but to look at himself. Look at the picture of misery he had become. Dark rings were underneath his eyes. His hair was tousled and resembled more a bird's nest, than a glorious, untamed mane of a god. Fingertips grazed his cheeks and chin; feeling the black, scratchy stubble which had grown so wildly. He had let himself go since you were gone - and he knew it. But it had been pointless. Sure, eye circles, messed up hair and a wild beard was nothing a bit of seidr couldn't fix, but... It couldn't fix his broken heart, so what was the point in using it?

Nevertheless, the god was forced to regain his 'good looks'. There was a very important meeting today. A meeting he couldn't skip like the last ones. Thor would bite his head off, if he wasn't going to appear. After all, this meeting was about his future... With another deep sigh, Loki went to work. He took a shower first; cleaning his ethereal body and godly locks. After that, he shaved; getting rid of his beard. Once his skin was as smooth as it could get and clean shaven, he got dressed; slipped in one of his finest suits. Loki absolutely wasn't in the mood to leave his apartment - but he had to. And so, the god closed the door behind himself, already regretting it.

Absent-minded Loki walked through the white, plain hallways of the S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters; on his way to meeting room number 204. He wasn't paying attention to his surroundings, and so it came how it had to come. The god ran into somebody. His hard, strong chest collided with a way smaller, softer body. "Norns," Loki cursed under his breath, "Apologies. I don't know what-" but stopped dead in his sentence, when he registered who he ran into. "Y/N..." Your name fell from his lips so easily, and yet it felt like he was committing a crime.

You were standing in front of him, like frozen to the ground. It was the first time he was seeing you since the breakup almost a month ago. Sure, he hadn't left his apartment in that time, but he had heard from his brother that you had been away a few weeks on vacation - and it seemed like it did you really good. Of course couldn't the god help himself but to ran his eyes over your body. You wore your familiar shield uniform. The one he had ripped off your body countless times. Your Y/H/C hair was loose; framed your face beautifully. Unlike Loki's face, yours looked well-rested and refreshed. No bags or dark circles underneath your eyes. All in all, you looked recovered and yes, happy. Not in the slightest hurt or broken - like him. His eyes travelled upwards. Loki knew he was on a self-destructive path, but what was he supposed to do? His heart was screaming at him; yelling from the top of his lungs to give into it. Oh how much he loved you. Still. And then it happened. His deep blue eyes collided with your Y/E/C ones - and suddenly he felt like drowning; the world burning to ashes right in front of him. It brought back everything. All the memories. Good ones and bad ones. And all the pain.

"Lokiii!" You yelped, as he wrapped both his strong arms around your thighs and lifted you off the chair; hindering you from decorating the Christmas tree with another bauble. "Let me down!" Smiling, the god shook his head and tightened his grip a bit - only to let you know that he had you. To show you that he would let nothing happen to you. "Not until you finally speak your mind, darling." "W-What do you meeeeean?" You shrieked up, as Loki carried you away from the safety of the chair. "Tell me, if we can finally call ourselves a couple." You blinked down at the handsome god, who threw you that smouldering look which turned your knees into jelly. "I-I, uh..." He smiled again, winking. "Come on, darling." You couldn't help but giggle; shaking your head. "Lokes... We didn't even have our first kiss!" "Oh, that can be changed in a heartbeat," he purred and let you down quickly. Before you could even catch up to what was going on, his perfectly shaped lips danced with yours.

"L-Loki, p-please, I-" You moaned helplessly; writhing on the sheets beneath him. "Shhh, my goddess," he shushed you immediately; interrupting you. "Don't speak. Just feel," Loki panted; nipping at the inside of your thighs, before hypnotising blue eyes meet yours; pupils blown wide with lust. The god wore a smouldering, yet dangerous smile. A predator looking at his prey. You were completely at his mercy - and you loved every second of it.

Your hand found its way into your lover's hair; finger winding through those long raven curls. You gently tugged; nudging him on to finally do something. "Please..." You whispered; breathless. The hairs on the back of your neck raised up, when Loki gave you another smouldering smile, before he lowered his head. Your breath hitched; a chill ran down your spine at the anticipation. You knew what was to come - but you'd be never prepared for it.

"Darling, please." Loki's voice was unstable, pleading; on the verge of breaking - filled with pain and regret. Tears shimmered in his eyes. Tears of despair. Not hope. He felt like the ground fell out from underneath his feet. He was losing his grip; felt like falling into an abyss of darkness - blindly.

You shook your head, as you threw the last item of clothing in your suitcase. "No, Loki. No. Don't 'darling' me. Please don't make this even more difficult as it is." The god watched you helplessly; running a hand through his hair. "If it is so difficult for you, then why don't you just stay?" He sounded so sad. So... desperate. You swallowed hard; jaw clenching in order to suppress your own tears, before you turned to face your now ex-boyfriend. You looked him straight into the eyes, but with the seconds ticking by in silence, you avoided your gaze again - unable to stand the hurt, wounded look in his blue orbs. "Because I can't, Loki. I just can't. Don't you see? I cannot do this any longer." Now it was Loki who swallowed. "I-I understand that, lov- Y/N, but please... Give us another chance. Let us keep fighting for this love!" You snorted out a bitter laugh at his words; "Fighting, he says..." shaking your head. "I already fought so hard and long for this! For us! But apparently you were too blind to see." Your nerves were on edge; stressed out by the past weeks. "I tried and tried and tried to get through to you, but all you ever did was shut me out!" Loki wanted to answer something; opened his mouth to speak, but you immediately cut him off.

"Don't you dare pull the 'I don't understand you' card now! Because it isn't true! I do understand you! I always did! This was never our problem!" You were almost shouting by now; all the bottled-up emotions exploding within you. "You know what the problem is, Loki, huh?! You know what?!" His chiselled jaw flexed. You could tell that he was losing it as well. "Tell me, Y/N! Tell me!" He shouted; gesturing around wildly. "Scream it to me, if you have to!"

You took a few dangerous steps closer, before whispering: "Your damn insecurities." Loki gasped; almost stumbling backwards. This hit hard. Bore a knife straight through his heart - and yet he knew, that it was true. And the realisation of it made him even more angry. On himself. His hands clenched into fists; desperately trying to keep his cool. Unsuccessful.

An almost maniacal laugh escaped his lips. "Oh, I am the problem now?!" "Yes! Because you never managed to let your damn guard down around me! We've been together for over almost two years and you still don't trust me enough to just let me in! I know that your childhood and past was not easy and quite dramatic, but you can't just hide yourself away from the rest of the world for eternity!" You snapped; taking deep breaths and let the accusing words you just spat at Loki sink in. Loki said nothing; just stared at you. "Because if you do, it's going to eat you up inside someday..." You added in a way quieter voice; almost whispering. Then you returned to the bed, in order to zip the suitcase shut.

Behind you, Loki sunk to his knees; the harsh truth and reality finally hitting him full force. He knew. He had always known, and yet he couldn't bring himself to open up. He tried to fight his demons a million times, but he always lost the fight. He should've tried harder - better, because now... Now it was too late. He had lost you - because of his insecurities. Tears streamed down his face, as he started one last attempt to stop you from walking out of his life. "Y/N, p-please, please... I am so sorry, I am so sorry. Please... I-I can't lose you. If you leave m-me now... I-I'll drown a-and sink."

You swallowed hard; tried to fight against the desperate screams of your heart to stay. You had never seen him so... lost and vulnerable before. It tore at your heartstrings. But you had to do this now. There was no going back. "I'm sorry, Loki, but like I said... I can't. I can't keep fighting against the walls you have built up around you." With those words, you walked past him, "Goodbye, Loki." and out of his bedroom - out of his life. It broke him and his heart. He was nothing more than a wreck after that day.

Loki swallowed hard at the vivid memories, playing out in his head. He had to fight hard to not lose it completely in front of you and to not break down and cry. As for you, you seemed to be completely fine. "Loki." You said in a regal voice, giving him a nod - as if you didn't have a whole lot of history together. As if you never had told each other all of your secrets and wishes. As if you never had shared the deepest bond possible between human beings - mentally and physically. You greeted him like you were nothing more like acquaintances. It hurt Loki; bothered him, how quickly you had moved on. So, he tried to hide his emotions and not letting show how much of a wreck he was.

"What..." His voice cracked, so he cleared his throat quickly. "What brings you here?" The god asked; gesturing blindly towards the meeting room. "I, um, I was assigned to overwatch the meeting." Loki's eyes widened at your words, so you quickly added: "Believe me, I don't like it, too, but it is how it is." Don't like it too? Loki asked himself. Norns, he could've screamed from the top of his lungs how happy he was about this. Just to be able to see you without an excuse for a longer amount of time was like heaven for him. He wanted to answer something, but was interrupted by the arrival of Nick Fury, some of the Avengers and a few other S.H.I.E.L.D agents. "Loki, Y/N," the man with the eyepatch greeted you, before he opened the white, wooden door for everyone to get inside. "Let's get over with this, Laufeyson." Loki swallowed hard, then nodded obediently and stepped inside the big, barren room.

Throughout the whole process, Loki couldn't focus. His thoughts were circulating around you. It was all he could think about. He was so absent-minded; he didn't even listen to the others talking. Only the voice of Fury caused the god to snap out of his trance like state. "Well... It seems everybody has the same opinion..." The man with the black coat started, before he turned to face Loki directly, who sat at the very top of the table. "S.H.I.E.L.D and the United States of America allowing you to stay - as long as you're going to play by the rules." Loki swallowed and nodded - still not entirely present in his mind. "You improved; did a great job as an Avenger. Keep it up, Laufeyson."

Fury's words were the last ones of the meeting. Most agents scrambled to get out of the room; having other duties to tend to. Most of the Avengers clapped Loki on the shoulder or gave him a short nod of approval - and you? You were watching him from the sidelines. Seeing him again after almost a month had caused your feelings to run wild again. They were so quiet and chilled during and after your holiday, and now? Just one look was enough to set everything on fire again; storms battling within you. You wanted to scream, you wanted to cry - but most of all, you wanted to run. That's what you did. You fled from the meeting room; unable to be in his presence a second longer. When Loki settled his look on the chair you sat in, it was empty. Scanning the room for you wasn't fruitful as well. He sighed. You had left already, of course. Why shouldn't you? It had been nothing more than a job for you. Nevertheless, it was another small cut into Loki's already bruised and battered heart.

From that day, where once again his fate had been decided, he started to see you more often. Probably because he left his apartment more often as well now. He started to find hope again and decided to not just give up on you. Loki had made that mistake once - and he'd never let it happen again. He wasn't just giving up. Oh no... Now he was really going to fight for you, because one thing was certain... He still loved you with all his heart and he wanted you back. For good this time.

Over the next days and week, Loki repeatedly placed little cards, gifts or flowers in front of your office in the S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters. It was an easy task for him to sneak incognito inside the big building. Nobody knew and nobody recognised him. At first, you were quite confused and surprised...

You hurried to your office; messily rearranging the weapons belt around your waist on the way. You were late. Ten minutes already. Your alarm clock just decided to take a vacay today and not wake you up. "Morning, guys. Good morning." You hastily greeted everybody on your way. Once you reached your destination, you almost stumbled over the little bouquet of flowers, laying in front of the door. Y/F/F (Your favourite flowers) - your favourites. Frowning and a bit surprised, you picked the flowers up; admiring them. There was no card or such. Just the flowers. "Uh, Rob?" You asked your fellow agent, who was just passing by your office. His office was directly across yours. "Oh, hi, Y/N. Good morning." "Morning. Uh, do you know who left those flowers for me?" The man shrugged his shoulders. "Unfortunately, not, no. Sorry." "Okay..." Still frowning, you took the flowers in your office. Of course you didn't notice the craftsman, who worked on the water dispenser right beside your door. He watched you disappear inside the room with oceanic blue eyes, smiling.

That was only the start. Every day, you'd find different things on your door step. Your favourite chocolates and other sweets. Cards with little poems written on them and quotes out of books. And more flowers. Every day, you went to work with an even brighter smile, knowing that a small present was waiting for you.

You picked up the little box and opened it; finding a bottle of your favourite perfume inside. A chuckle sounded from across your office. "I think you have a secret admirer, Y/N," stated Rob, gesturing to the little present with a grin. Your cheeks reddened; nodding. "I, uh, think so too." You felt really flattered, but... Were you ready for something new? For another man after Loki? Could you imagine another man in your life who wasn't the handsome, mischievous god? You swallowed hard; staring down at the little vial in your hands. No. No you couldn't.

"Do you know who it is?" Asked Rob further, but you just shrugged your shoulders. "No, I... I have no idea. Most likely one of the other agents." Rob nodded, "Think so, too." but frowned. "You don't look really happy about it." Once more you shrugged your shoulders; sighing. "I am. I mean, it's really sweet and thoughtful, but..." "But?" Your colleague looked at you expectantly, but you didn't answer at first. And suddenly Rob had a guess. "Loki... You are still not over him, right?" Defeated, you nodded. "I never was and I think I'll never be. It seems like every decision I make, every path I choose to walk on... Everything leads me back to him. I can't forget him..." Rob looked at you compassionate. "Sounds to me like Loki is the love of your life..." You swallowed hard, in order to suppress the upcoming tears. "He is. I realise that now. Too late, perhaps..." "Do you still love him?" Rob questioned you further, "Y-Yes. I do." and placed a hand on your shoulder. "Then you should tell him." "I-I don't know, I... Excuse me." You fled into your office, closing the door behind yourself. All the suppressed feelings coming back at you; crashing down on you like warm summer rain. It was overwhelming. But could you do it? Could you go back to him?

Unbeknownst to you, Loki had heard everything. Dressed up as an electrician on his daily undercover mission. His heart beat violently against his ribcage; yearning and crying out for you. It broke him to see you so broken - but it also made him unbelievably happy, because he knew now, that you were struggling just as much as he was. That you had worn a mask all the time and just pretended to be perfectly fine. It was the sign for him to finally make his move and get you back. Back into his arms, where you belonged.

It was Saturday evening, when Loki put the plan he made into action. He showered; then dressed up in your favourite suit of his. It was a black one. Black shoes, black trousers and black shirt. He rolled up the sleeves and left a few buttons undone - just how you liked. He applied a bit of the cologne you enjoyed to smell on him so much; and left his untamed raven curls hang loosely over his shoulders. Loki looked at himself in the full-length mirror; eyes travelling down his body. Perfect, he thought; smiling. Grabbing the bouquet of red roses on his dining table, he left his apartment and went straight to yours. To his luck, you lived in the Avengers tower as well. Benefit of being Ms. Romanoff's best friend.

Taking a deep breath, the god knocked gently on your door. The answer he received was a frustrated sigh. "Naaat, I told you I'm not in the mood tonight to go-" You had literally ripped the door open - and were now standing open-mouthed, with a bathrobe and tousled hair in front of your ex-boyfriend. You swallowed. There he stood… Your drop-dead gorgeous ex-boyfriend. "L-Loki?" You stammered out; clearly not expecting something like that to happen. The god smiled at you. "Hello, darling. Apologies for the disturbance, but... I'd like to talk to you. May I come in?" Blinking and still in some kind of shock, you nodded. Stepping aside, you let him inside. "For you," he said, once you closed the door and turned to face him. He held the flowers to you; still smiling. "U-Um, t-thank you." You hesitatingly - almost shyly took the flowers from his hands. A chill was running down your spine, when his warm, big hands grazed yours. A touch you haven't felt in weeks - months, and immediately noticed you missed a lot.

Taking a deep breath, you placed them on the little shelf beside the door. "What, um, what do you want to talk about?" The god standing opposite you swallowed hard. You could see how nervous he was - a rare thing to happen. "About us." "U-Us?" He nodded, "Yes. Us." and stepped closer; slowly taking your hands in his. Loki waited for a moment to see if you weren't comfortable with him, touching you - but you let it happen, so he continued. "First of all, I'd like to apologise. For everything. For letting you fight so hard and long without me realising. For not opening up to you like I should have, because you are right. If I don't learn to talk to the person I trust and love most in all the nine realms, then my past and all my insecurities are going to eat me up inside. I see that now." He was gazing directly into your eyes - and you could swear you were already drowning again inside those oceanic blue orbs. "I came to the realisation those past weeks, that I am not able to live without you. Without your love. I feel like I can't breathe when you're not near me. Your absence suffocates me. I love you with all my heart and soul. You are everything I ever wanted and needed. So please... Please give us another chance. I beg of you." You just looked at him, stunned; words failing you. "

"This is what my heart tells me," he continued, squeezing your hands gently. "If yours doesn't speak the same language anymore, then please, tell me - and I'll walk out of that room." Your gaze softened. You freed one hand from his gentle grasp and lifted it up to caress his defined cheek. "Loki..." You started, shaking your head. "My heart never stopped speaking your language. Never." The god gasped at your touch and words. "Does that mean you'll give us another chance?" You smiled; nodding and stepped closer to him. So close, that you were just a few inches apart. His hand left yours; coming to rest on your waist, while your palm wandered to land on his chest. "Yes, Loki..." "Really?" He breathed; overwhelmed by your sudden closeness, and, again your words. Once more you nodded; signalling him that you meant it. "Oh, darling," Loki sighed; a few tears rolling down his cheek. He leaned down, wanted to capture your lips with his - but you stopped him; placing a finger upon his lips. "I'll give us another chance - if you promise to trust me completely and finally open up to me." His eyes met yours again; blue eyes filled with love and vulnerability. "Let me help you, my love. Let me sooth all those scars your past has left on you," you whispered and pressed a soft, slow kiss on his lips. "I promise, darling, I promise - and I'll start tonight," Loki said, placing another kiss on your lips, before he took a step back and took your hands in his bigger ones again.

"Close your eyes, please." You were confused, but did what he asked you to do; closing your eyes. Suddenly, you felt how his hands got cooler; temperature dropping. "This time, I want to go into this relationship with showing you all of me. I want you to see me." You frowned, but kept your eyes closed. "And I don't mean me, being naked. You saw that quite often already." You couldn't help but giggle at his words; blushing. Loki smiled. Something you weren't able to see at the moment. "Well... If you put it that way, I am naked in front of you now nevertheless. Showing you my true self. The way I was born." You gasped; breath hitching in your throat. Now you knew what he was talking about. "Your Jotun form? You... You want to show me your Jotun form?" He never did before. It was a huge part of his insecurities. "Yes, my love. Open your eyes." "L-Lokes, you don't have to show me your Jotun form right away! I know how difficult this is for you! I know how uncomfortable it makes you sometimes!"

He took a deep breath; was on the verge of crying again. "I know, love, I know. And I appreciate this so, so much - but I really want to show you. If we begin again, we begin with honesty. No secrets; no hiding. Now open your eyes." "O-Okay." You were quite a bit nervous as well. You knew that this took him a lot of effort. Opening your eyes, you gasped; heart skipping a beat. His deep blue eyes were replaced by shimmering ruby ones. His alabaster coloured skin had turned into a soft blue. Unique ridges and patterns adorned every inch of his tall, strong body. "Are you afraid?" Loki's shaky voice cut through the silence then. You shook your head immediately. "No, gods, no! You're beautiful, Loki. Stunning, breathtakingly beautiful." His eyes widened; pure relief flooding his veins. "R-Really? You... You think so?" You nodded; cupping his cheeks. "Yes. And it's finally time for you to accept this side of you," you said, pulling Loki gently over to your bed.

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Designing Serenity: Key Considerations for a Successful Bathroom Remodeling

Bathroom remodeling is an important endeavor that transcends the mere enhancement of a functional space. It is a transformative journey that holds the power to turn your bathroom into a sanctuary of serenity.

In this guide, we'll delve into the key considerations for a successful bathroom remodeling project, aiming to create not just a space for daily rituals but a haven for relaxation and rejuvenation.

i. Defining the Vision for Serenity

The first step in crafting a serene bathroom is to define your vision. What does serenity mean to you in the context of your bathroom? Do you envision a spa-like retreat, a minimalist haven, or a burst of vibrant personality?

Clarifying your vision sets the tone for the entire remodeling process, guiding decisions on layout, color schemes, materials, and more.

ii. Optimizing Layout for Functionality and Flow

Efficiency in space utilization is crucial for a serene bathroom. Consider the layout to maximize functionality and create a seamless flow. Designate specific zones for showering, bathing, and vanity activities.

This thoughtful arrangement not only enhances practicality but also contributes to an organized and calming environment.

iii. Selecting Tranquil Color Schemes and Materials

Colors play a pivotal role in setting the mood; opt for tranquil color schemes that promote relaxation, such as soft neutrals, muted blues, or gentle greens. Complement these hues with materials that evoke a sense of serenity, such as natural stone, wood, or bamboo.

The right color palette and materials create a harmonious visual atmosphere, aligning with the peaceful ambiance you aim to achieve.

iv. Investing in Quality Lighting

Lighting is a key element in crafting serenity. Maximize natural light if possible, incorporating windows or skylights into the design. For artificial lighting, choose fixtures that provide soft, diffused illumination.

Task lighting around mirrors ensures functionality, while ambient lighting contributes to an overall soothing atmosphere, allowing you to create a serene space regardless of the time of day.

v. Prioritizing Storage Solutions

A cluttered space can disrupt the tranquility of any bathroom. Integrate ample storage solutions to keep toiletries, towels, and personal items organized.

Consider built-in cabinets, floating shelves, or well-designed vanity units to maintain a clean and serene aesthetic. Efficient storage not only enhances visual appeal but also contributes to a stress-free environment.

vi. Investing in High-Quality Fixtures and Fittings

Selecting high-quality fixtures and fittings is a worthwhile investment in achieving a serene bathroom. Choose durable materials for faucets, showerheads, and other hardware to ensure longevity and minimal maintenance.

Opt for water-efficient fixtures that align with sustainable practices, reinforcing a sense of environmental responsibility within your serene space.

vii. Considering Universal Design Principles

Incorporating universal design principles ensures that your serene bathroom is accessible to everyone. Features like grab bars, non-slip flooring, and a curbless shower contribute to accessibility and safety.

Whether you're planning for the long term or accommodating various users, these elements enhance the functionality of the space while ensuring that serenity is inclusive.

Conclusion:

A successful bathroom remodeling project goes beyond aesthetics; it's about creating a haven of serenity tailored to your unique vision. By carefully considering these factors you can design a space that reflects your personality and provides a retreat from the hustle and bustle of daily life.

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Embark on this transformative journey with the confidence that your newly remodeled bathroom will not only meet but exceed your expectations.

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10 Must-Have Bathroom Accessories for a Stylish and Functional Space

Creating a stylish and functional bathroom requires careful consideration of the accessories that complement your space. From practical storage solutions to elegant accents, the right bathroom accessories can elevate your daily routine and enhance the overall aesthetic of your home. This blog post'll explore ten must-have bathroom accessories that strike the perfect balance between style and functionality, all available online. Plus, we'll discuss how these accessories can seamlessly integrate with your home kitchen accessories for a cohesive look throughout your living spaces.

1. Wall-mounted Shelves:

Maximize storage space in your bathroom with sleek wall-mounted shelves. These versatile accessories provide ample room for toiletries and towels and add a touch of modern sophistication to your decor. Consider matching them with your home kitchen accessories for a cohesive look throughout your home.

2. Towel Warmers:

Indulge in the ultimate luxury with a towel warmer. Available in various styles and finishes, these accessories keep your towels warm and cosy while adding a touch of elegance to your bathroom. Choose a model that complements your home kitchen accessories for a harmonious aesthetic.

3. Shower Caddy:

Keep your shower essentials organized and within reach with a stylish shower caddy. Opt for a rust-resistant design with multiple compartments to accommodate shampoo, conditioner, and body wash. Coordinate it with your bathroom and home kitchen accessories for a cohesive look throughout your living spaces.

4. Soap Dispenser:

Say goodbye to messy countertops with a sleek soap dispenser. Choose a model with a refillable reservoir for convenience and choose a design that complements your bathroom decor. Consider matching it with coordinating soap dispensers in your kitchen for a unified aesthetic.

5. Toilet Paper Holder with Storage:

Maximize space in your bathroom with a toilet paper holder that doubles as storage. Look for models with built-in shelves or cabinets to discreetly store spare rolls and other essentials. Coordinate it with your home kitchen accessories for a cohesive look.

6. Vanity Organizer:

Keep your countertop clutter-free with a vanity organizer. Choose a design with compartments for makeup, brushes, and other essentials to streamline your morning routine. Coordinate it with your bathroom and home kitchen accessories for a cohesive look throughout your living spaces.

7. Mirror with LED Lighting:

Illuminate your bathroom with a mirror featuring LED lighting. Not only does this accessory provide optimal lighting for grooming tasks, but it also adds a touch of modern elegance to your decor. Coordinate it with your home kitchen accessories for a cohesive look.

8. Toothbrush Holder:

Keep your toothbrushes organized and hygienic with a stylish toothbrush holder. Choose a design with separate compartments for each toothbrush to prevent cross-contamination. Coordinate it with your bathroom and home kitchen accessories for a cohesive look throughout your living spaces.

9. Bathroom Rug:

Add warmth and comfort to your bathroom with a plush bathroom rug. Choose a design that complements your decor and opt for a non-slip backing for safety. Coordinate it with coordinating rugs in your kitchen for a unified aesthetic.

10. Decorative Accents:

Add personality to your bathroom with decorative accents such as candles, plants, and artwork. Choose pieces that reflect your style and complement your existing decor. Coordinate them with your home kitchen accessories for a cohesive look throughout your living spaces.

In conclusion,

 selecting the right bathroom accessories is essential for creating a stylish and functional space. From practical storage solutions to elegant accents, these accessories enhance your bathroom's aesthetic and functionality. By coordinating them with your home kitchen accessories, you can achieve a cohesive look throughout your living spaces that reflect your style and taste. Explore the wide range of bathroom accessories available online and transform your bathroom into a haven of comfort and beauty.

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Advantages of using high gloss decorative laminates - Royale Touche

Advantages of using high gloss decorative laminates

In the realm of interior design, the choice of materials can significantly influence the ambiance and aesthetic appeal of a space. High gloss decorative laminates have emerged as a popular choice for those seeking a sleek and modern finish. In this blog, we delve into the myriad advantages of using high gloss laminates, exploring the transformative impact they can have on surfaces, be it furniture, cabinetry, or accent pieces.

Striking Aesthetics:

High gloss laminates are synonymous with a luxurious and polished appearance. Their reflective surface creates a stunning visual impact, instantly elevating the overall aesthetics of any space. The glossy finish adds a touch of sophistication, making it an ideal choice for contemporary and modern design themes. The availability of high gloss laminate colours ensures that there's a perfect shade to complement every design vision, from bold and vibrant to subtle and neutral.

Enhanced Light Reflection:

One of the standout features of high gloss laminates is their ability to enhance light reflection. The glossy surface acts like a mirror, bouncing natural or artificial light around the room. This not only makes the space appear brighter and more spacious but also contributes to a vibrant and lively atmosphere. For rooms with limited natural light, the use of high gloss laminates can be a strategic design choice to maximize illumination.

Illusion of Space:

The reflective nature of high gloss laminates also creates an illusion of space. In smaller rooms or areas with limited square footage, using high gloss laminate sheets on surfaces such as cabinets or countertops can visually expand the space. The play of light on the glossy surface tricks the eye into perceiving a larger and more open environment, making it an excellent choice for apartments or compact living spaces.

Easy to Clean and Maintain:

Practicality is a key consideration in interior design, and high gloss laminates deliver on this front. The smooth and non-porous surface is easy to clean, requiring only a gentle wipe with a damp cloth to remove dust or spills. This makes high gloss laminates a practical choice for high-traffic areas, kitchens, or spaces where cleanliness is paramount. The low maintenance requirements contribute to the longevity of the glossy finish.

Durability and Resistance:

Beyond their aesthetic appeal, high gloss laminate sheets are engineered for durability. They are resistant to scratches, stains, and general wear and tear, making them suitable for daily use in busy households or commercial spaces. The protective layer on the surface ensures that the glossy finish remains intact over time, maintaining the lustrous appearance without succumbing to signs of aging.

Versatility in Design:

High gloss laminates offer versatility in design, allowing for creative expression and customization. Whether you prefer a solid color high gloss sunmica sheet or a high gloss sunmica design with intricate patterns, the options are diverse. The versatility of high gloss laminates makes them adaptable to various design themes, from minimalist and modern to bold and eclectic, providing a wide canvas for design exploration.

Resistance to Fading:

Sunlight exposure can lead to fading and discoloration of certain materials, but high gloss laminates are designed to resist such effects. The protective layer helps preserve the vibrant colors and glossy finish even in spaces with ample sunlight. This resistance to fading ensures that the visual appeal of high gloss laminates remains intact for an extended period.

Modern Aesthetic Appeal:

High gloss laminates effortlessly exude a modern and contemporary aesthetic. Whether used in kitchens, living rooms, or offices, the sleek and reflective surface adds a touch of glamour. The modern appeal of high gloss laminates aligns with current design trends, making them a timeless choice that can withstand evolving styles.

Conclusion:

In conclusion, the advantages of using high gloss decorative laminates extend beyond their visually stunning appearance. From the striking aesthetics and enhanced light reflection to the illusion of space and ease of maintenance, high gloss laminates offer a multitude of benefits for both residential and commercial spaces. Whether opting for solid color high gloss laminate sheets or exploring intricate high gloss sunmica designs, the versatility, and durability of these laminates make them a valuable asset in the world of interior design. Elevate your space with the gleaming elegance of high gloss laminates, transforming surfaces into reflections of style and sophistication.

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Essentials to Purchase from a Bathroom Supply Store

A trip to the bathroom supply store might seem straightforward, but the sheer volume of products can be overwhelming. Whether you're updating your current bathroom or starting from scratch, there are key items you shouldn't forget. This article outlines the six essential items every bathroom needs.

High-Quality Faucets and Fixtures

Your bathroom fixtures are used daily, so investing in high-quality faucets and fixtures is a smart move. Not only do they add a touch of elegance to your bathroom, but they also ensure durability and longevity. Look for corrosion-resistant finishes and brands with good warranties. Don't forget to match the style and finish of all the fixtures for a cohesive look.

Storage Solutions

Bathroom clutter can be a real headache. Purchasing proper storage solutions is essential for maintaining order and cleanliness. Opt for under-sink cabinets, wall-mounted shelves, or over-the-toilet spacesavers. If you have a smaller bathroom, consider multi-functional furniture such as a mirrored cabinet that can both store toiletries and offer reflection.

Bath and Shower Accessories

While the bathtub or shower itself is fundamental, the accessories make all the difference for a comfortable experience. Non-slip mats, shower curtains or glass doors, and handy caddies to store your shampoos and soaps are all important. For an extra touch of luxury, consider adding a waterproof Bluetooth speaker or a spa-like showerhead al available at a bathroom supply store.

Durable and Comfortable Towels

A good towel is worth its weight in gold. Look for ones that are absorbent, durable, and soft. The material plays a big role here, with options like Egyptian cotton or bamboo being top choices. Don’t forget about hand towels and washcloths. Purchase them in matching sets to give your bathroom a coordinated appearance.

Toilet Essentials

The humble toilet often gets overlooked in the excitement of bathroom shopping, but a few essential purchases can elevate your experience. Soft-close toilet seats prevent that annoying slamming noise, while bidet features can add a touch of luxury. Additionally, invest in a good plunger and toilet brush – both items you'll want to have before you need them.

Illumination and Ambiance

Lighting in the bathroom is critical. A well-lit vanity area ensures that daily routines like shaving or makeup application go smoothly. Look for LED lights which are both energy-efficient and offer a clearer light. For ambiance, consider purchasing some scented candles or diffusers that can help transform your bathroom into a spa-like sanctuary.

Shopping for bathroom supplies doesn't have to be overwhelming, with a reliable bathroom supply store. By focusing on the essentials listed above, you can ensure that your bathroom is not only functional but also a space of comfort and relaxation. Always remember, the devil is in the details. Small touches and high-quality products can significantly elevate the overall bathroom experience. Whether it's the soft glint of a well-chosen faucet or the luxurious feel of a thick towel, the right choices make all the difference.

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Home Lighting Technique Tips

Lighting is one of the basic concepts that are handled in decoration. However, homeowners are not always aware of its importance. The choice of lighting is so important, or more so, than the furniture. Lighting is responsible in large part of the safety and welfare of family members. Knowing where to place the various points of light, as well as the ideal system is vital to work and rest at ease. 

There are three different types of lighting: general lighting, task lighting, and accent lighting.   

General Lighting is used to illuminate an entire room, this can be accomplished with chandeliers, ceiling or wall mounted fixtures, recessed or track lights. You can double the amount of light if it is reflected on a mirror, a wall or white ceiling. 

  Task lighting is used to illuminate a particular area. For non-dazzling light when working, hide it with some kind of screen, always trying to focus in avoiding shadows on the work area. It can be provided by recessed and track lighting, pendant lighting and under cabinet lighting, as well as by portable floor and desk lamps.   

Accent lighting is used as part of an interior design scheme to draw the eye to houseplants, paintings, sculptures and other prized possessions. To be effective, accent lighting requires at least three times as much light on the focal point as the general lighting surrounding it. Accent lighting is usually provided by recessed and track lighting or wall-mounted picture lights. The upward vertical ones are lights which light effect is created primarily by reflecting the beam in the ceiling. This system is often used to create a soft indirect effect. For this purpose you can use wall lamps and floor lamps.   

Low voltage lamps are useful to illuminate sculptures and paintings on the wall, because they produce less heat. You can choose a track light with a dimmer switch. Must be installed by a professional.   

Never direct the bulbs directly on paintings and furniture of great value, or put a lamp under a painting, the heat of the lights could cause damage. Since virtually all experts agree that about 60 percent of the population spends more than 5 hours a day watching television, this leads us to say is the most important appliance in the house, therefore, occupies a privileged place in the living room, bedroom and, in some cases, even in the kitchen.   

This means it is essential to know what type of lighting is most appropriate for each space, but above all, what kind of light is the best to avoid eyestrain or visual fatigue in viewers. There are three basic rules to consider when illuminating a room where a TV is installed, so not end up seriously affecting vision. 

• Never watch television in a completely dark room.  • Nor should it be done with a very strong light.  • Avoid the light, natural or artificial, is reflected in the device's screen. 

  To avoid impaired vision is recommended, when watching television, have soft lighting. This can be achieved by different ways.   

• With dimmer switches that allow you to adjust the amount of light emitted by the lighting system.  • Placing a secondary light source behind the TV, facing the wall.  • Placing points of lights just behind the viewer. 

  Another important aspect when planning the illumination of a house are the switches. Try to place them near the doors and easily to reach in order to turn on or turn off the lights in comfort. In the living room, install a switch for each lamp or group of them and dimmable lights. Know that it takes about 20 watts of light per square meter of space.   

Several table lamps or floor lamps, spread around the room, give a softer effect than a single central lamp.   

To make the room appear wider use ceiling lights directed towards the walls, taking care that the amount of light is uniform throughout the wall. This is even more effective in light-coloured walls. For a discrete illumination install lights hidden or half-hidden in the ceiling, trying not to reveal the source of the light. 

In hallways and stairs make sure this area is always well lit to prevent accidents and to create warm and welcoming. Paint the walls of the hall and stairs with a light color to reflect light better at it.    In the living room, look for light effects to highlight areas where there are paintings, sculptures or plants. A chandelier or pendant light can be ideal to illuminate the dining table, or you can also place several small hanging lights. 

  In bedrooms install a general light, put lamps on the bedside tables for reading, and lights in the closet area. In children rooms utilize dimmable wall lamps instead of floor lamps or table lamps.   

In conclusion lighting makes a big difference in how you feel about your home. Lighting helps you perform tasks more easily, and makes you feel safer and more comfortable. By using different lighting techniques, you can create a dramatic look, a soft cozy feeling, highlight artwork, or provide lighting for a work area. When planning the lighting for a room in your home, begin by considering the activities taking place and the look you are trying to achieve. 

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Stern pinball

STERN PINBALL FULL

Rush pinball machines will be showcased virtually to the press and public for the first time at the Consumer Electronics Show (CES) in Las Vegas from January 5 th – 8 th. “In memory of Neil Peart, we have also decided to support the Neil Peart Research Award sponsored by the Glioblastoma Foundation as it researches cures for this deadly brain cancer.” Incredible music, memorable toys, unique mechanical pinball action, and custom speech will make players feel like they are on tour with the band,” said Gary Stern, Chairman and CEO. “Partnering with Rush, we created a musical pinball experience that every fan will want to explore.

STERN PINBALL FULL

The LE version also includes an exclusive full color mirrored backglass inspired by Clockwork Angels, iconic custom cabinet artwork, custom high gloss and powder-coated guitar-shaped pinball armor, a custom designer-autographed bottom arch, exclusive inside art blades, upgraded audio system, anti-reflection pinball playfield glass, shaker motor, a sequentially numbered plaque, and a Certificate of Authenticity signed by Stern Chairman and CEO Gary Stern. Positioned in pockets cut into the cabinet sides to provide color themed full playfield illumination, this integrated playfield lighting system is synchronized to custom light shows specifically designed for every song and dynamically responsive to game events. With 96 intelligent RGB LEDs, the Expression Lighting System enables full color spectrum control. Limited to 1,000 LE machines globally, the highly collectible LE version includes the Expression Lighting System™. As an encore, a three-bank of musical drop targets guard a secret ball lock for players to discover an adrenalized Freewill Multiball to continue their musical pinball journey. The ‘Dead End’ vertical upkicker propels pinballs up an additional wireform ramp return for non-stop pinball action. This motorized clock illuminates, and when it strikes midnight players will be transported to a Headlong Fight Multiball frenzy.Īdditional features on the Premium and LE models include a custom subway system, locking pinballs to unleash a high energy Far Cry Multiball. The Rush Premium and LE model pinball experience includes a motorized ramp with custom lighting effects and a custom sculpted Clockwork Angels Clock, inspired from Neil Peart’s bass drum from their Time Machine Tour. Players will explore Red Barchetta, Subdivisions, and Fly By Night Multiball action. Travel back in time with Rush by shooting pinballs through a custom sculpted, electromagnetic Time Machine. Registration for Insider Connected is available at /. Insider Connected also provides an operator focused toolset to drive location play and remotely manage every aspect of the machines. Stern Insider Connected provides dynamic entertainment and player engagement features. Rush pinball machines include Stern’s new Insider Connected™ system, which enables players to interact with the game and a global network of players in a variety of ways. Songs include Headlong Fight, Far Cry, One Little Victory, Working Man, 2112, Tom Sawyer, The Spirit of Radio, Freewill, Cygnus X-1 (Book One: The Voyage and Book Two: Hemispheres), The Big Money, Subdivisions, Limelight, Fly By Night, La Villa Strangiato, Bastille Day, and Red Barchetta. This Rush pinball concert under glass features sixteen iconic songs, accentuated by sound and lighting effects. Immersed in exclusive Rush concert footage and guided by custom speech from Alex Lifeson, Geddy Lee, and fellow Canadian Rock Hall of Famer, Ed Robertson of the Barenaked Ladies, players will experience Rush and their iconic music as never before. In this epic music pinball adventure, players will travel with Rush through time. Stern’s Rush pinball machines, reflect the energy, excitement, and experience of a live Rush concert. Absolutely uncompromising in every conceivable way, the band featured bassist, keyboardist, and lead vocalist Geddy Lee, guitarist Alex Lifeson, and the late drummer, percussionist, and lyricist Neil Peart. Rush’s music remains in constant rotation to this day. Their magnum opus, 2112, represents one of progressive rock’s greatest works. Rush first burst onto the scene when its song, Working Man, crossed the pirate radio airwaves from Toronto, Canada to Cleveland, Ohio and then onto the rest of North America and the world. Rush pinball machines are available in Pro, Premium, and Limited Edition (LE) models. proudly announces a new line of pinball machines celebrating the iconic Canadian progressive rock band, Rush. It was always about their music, their friendships, their band, their fans, and now: Countless other awards and recognitions.įor the three band members, however, it was never about the accolades. More than 40 years of unparalleled creativity.

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The 5 Best Bathroom Mirror Cabinets of 2021

This beautifully crafted bathroom double-doored mirrored cabinet is sure to make a big impression on your bathroom. It Made from sturdy stainless steel, and this glass cabinet features hinged doors with magnetic catches, a frameless mirror design, and an inner self. This item comes fully assembled and with a fittings pack to hang it on the wall. The shelves can also be adjusted to three different compartments giving you more room to arrange your soaps, lotions, and toiletries efficiently.

This Storage Cupboard has three stories of storage space, the upper two stories have doors, and the bottom story is open. Ideal for storing bathroom necessities big and small, this bathroom storage cupboard has a mirror on each door, giving you the ability to quickly shave or put on makeup in the morning. This Bathroom Cabinet is made of MDF Board, sturdy and durable for extended use life. And have a waterproof Surface. Non-toxic paint finishes suitable for humid occasions and easy to clean. It also has metal knobs which have a good sense of touch and a long span of use. This moisture-proof bathroom cabinet is the ideal wall-mounted storage solution with two doors for just about any bathroom. This mirrored bathroom cabinet can blend well with any other home decors, gives your bathroom a modern feeling. And It has an adjustable shelf. Three height levels can organize different size items according to your own needs.

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A team of leading interior designers inspired our very clever and valuable mirrors. Their extensive research and development resulted in creating some of the most visually stunning and practical illuminated bathroom mirrors ever made. We were specifically designed to enhance viewing for makeup, shaving, and personal grooming, like no other mirror cabinet.

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Best Bathroom Furniture Guide for Efficient Storage Solution for Your Bathroom

Are you planning for your bathroom to add usability with an elegant look? Bathroom furniture is the best way to make your bathroom perfect in terms of best style & usability. Whether it’s your personal bathroom or a family bathroom, it is a private place for everyone to get refreshed and relax.

Hence, when you design a layout for your bathroom, consider the most important bathroom furniture essential for your daily requirement. In this best bathroom furniture buying guide, we help you how to choose the most essential bathroom furniture for your dream bathroom.

First, you should fix your budget to buy the furniture. Also, ensure that which furniture best suits your bathroom, like Modern Bathroom Furniture or Traditional Bathroom Furniture. Besides, consider some significant factors such as size, style, shape, and storage capacity in addition to your budget limit.

You have a broad range of choices to select the best quality & brand of bathroom furniture, such as Duravit bathroom furniture UK, Vitra Bathroom Furniture, Burlington bathroom furniture, and many others.

Before deciding on buying furniture, you should first design a floor plan of your bathroom that gives you a precise idea to place each piece of furniture accurately. Make a smart selection to give your bathroom a space-saving storage solution.

You have choices of bathroom furniture such as open units, furniture with doors, drawers, etc. You can choose open units for your limited budget or not enough space to open doors or drawers. Selecting the storage cabinet with doors or drawers depends on the available space to open doors or drawers. Remember, the door or drawer should not collide with other bathroom products, the main door, or windows. 

Freestanding or Fitted bathroom furniture can decide based on available bathroom space.

For your luxurious and spacious bathroom, you can go with a freestanding choice, but Combination Bathroom Furniture looks great in your small or modern bathroom.  With fitted bathroom furniture, you can fix everything under place. You can use your dead space like corners to place your furniture.

Create a bespoke look of bathroom furniture by combining multiple wall-mounted and floor-standing units with fitted bathroom furniture. They come in different colors & sizes with the choice to select the knobs & handles of different styles.

With an accurate measurement of the height, length & breadth of your bathroom space, you should also ensure the exact locations of the power supply and mains water. Vitra Bathroom Units offers an unmatched look and luxury with the best storage solution for spacious or small bathrooms.

Bathroom cabinets are the most useful pieces of furniture to store items and keep them out of reach of children. You can fix it above your basin. The different bathroom cabinets include Freestanding Cabinets, Mirror Cabinets, HIB Mirror Cabinets, and others. Keep it in a place that becomes handy for you to get things, easily.

To hide your messy pipework underneath your basin area, vanity units are a great option. It offers an extra storage solution with drawers & cupboards in your bathroom. You can choose a countertop or semi or fully integrated basins into your vanity unit. You can select Wall Hung Vanity unit with basin, Burlington vanity unit with basin, Vitra Voyage Vanity Unit, Tavistock Bathroom Vanities, Cloakroom bathroom vanities, Floor Standing Vanity Units, or others to enhance the look of your designer bathrooms in the UK.

Wall-hung units play a vital role in creating an organized look for your bathroom. It is as useful as your kitchen cupboard that provides a handy storage solution for towels, toiletries, etc. As it is mounted on a wall, it keeps your floor area open, which makes it easy to clean and well-maintain. Check the strength of your wall so that it can bear the weight of the wall-mounted unit.

Freestanding bathroom furniture is the best option for your spacious bathroom.  This standalone furniture can install easily and can move anywhere if you want to rearrange the position of your bathroom furniture.

Tall storage units are a great space-saving storage option for bathrooms having a limited area for furniture. Generally, it contains shelves, storage components, and drawers. You can choose a wall-mounted or freestanding tall storage unit based on your bathroom layout.

You can choose a bathroom mirror with a storage unit or a separate one. If you don’t have any wall space to fix the mirror, you can choose combination furniture in which you will get a storage mirror cabinet of your desired style, size, and design. Choose Non-Illuminated Mirrors for bathrooms having enough lights or Illuminated Mirrorsfor dark bathroom area. Thus, you can enhance the look of your contemporary or classic bathroom using mirrors.

If you are looking for the best Bathroom Shop in the UK that offers a great deal on branded bathroom furniture such as Duravit bathroom furniture UK, Vitra Bathroom Furniture, Toilet Units(WC Units), Freestanding Cabinets, and others, write at sales@bathroomshopuk.co.uk

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High quality bathroom mirrors and mirror cabinets available online at bene bathrooms online bathroom shop UK. Huge range including Illuminated with LED lights,large or small, square or round. We stock vast range of bathroom mirror cabinets too. Shop Bathrooms online UK! Here we make sure that you find your dream products for your bathroom. Buy Bathroom mirrors and bathroom mirror cabinets online.

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thereafter | jean kirstein

(jean kirstein x reader)

after the climax of a one-night stand, jean wanders around your apartment in reflection.  a short story about the graceless aftermath of sex with strangers.  

word count: 1.1k

You had surrendered to sleep long ago, though he assumed you had not meant to.  He had laid beside you as you did, and when your breathing slowed and your denuded body—having from fatigue gone slack—leaned heavy against him, he had silently and carefully pulled himself from underneath you and risen from the couch and grimaced at the way the sweat on his back had seeped onto its fabric and covered your still and peaceful form with a blanket.  Flushing at the sight of your bare chest despite the wanton coalescence which had come before.  

The appeal of one-night stands was on him lost, yet there had been something about you in the lurid and flashing lights of that club he despised—looking slightly lost though not awkwardly so—that was so beguiling, and any reluctance about the whole affair, assuaged, as you had pushed him into your apartment and lasciviously pressed your lips to his and grabbed at his cock through fabric with hungry and desperate hands.

Though, mind now unclouded by lust, he reflected on the voyeuristic nature of it all.  There was something about sex that felt like an ultimate, and to pass over all rapport and instead immediately indulge in physical desire—it was at once so intimate and detached.  As if his mind observed as a third party as his body satiated its carnal wants.  Perhaps on another night—one more inebriated and less ruminative—the appeal would be elucidated.

Not to mention the unspoken etiquette of fucking strangers—was he meant to leave, now?  He moved to wake you but halted, overcome by a reticence foreign to him.  Instead he twined his hands and watched as your face—remarkably unfamiliar to him—contorted for a moment at some somnial commotion.  In mindless action his fingers scratched at a scab on his neck.  He picked up boxer shorts unceremoniously thrown to the floor and pulled them up to his hips, now somewhat robed and feeling less carnal and beastly.  The lino wood under sole—poorly installed, as it sank ever so slightly beneath his weight—felt cold and artificial, and it reminded him of perpetually-lit hotel lobbies and the foyers of office buildings and his first-year university dorm.  He blinked twice, overwhelmed by the recollective spate by such imagery invoked.  

He found the bathroom behind the second door he tried.  With door closed and impeding the hallway’s pervasive tungsten illumination, he pissed in near dark, save for the luminance offered by a weak nightlight which jutted from an outlet beside the begrimed mirror cabinet.  He eyed his reflection as he washed his hands without soap, and the visage which stared back seemed as unfamiliar as the one dormant outside of this washroom—it looked ghostly and strange, dimly lit by that small lamp which casted shadows on uncomplimentary regions of his likeness, and its eyes were sunken and weary, and the pupils overblown, and the planes of this visage were waxen and greased by sweat, and it looked like the face of some troglodyte who seldom parted from his dwellings but on this night decided to venture into mortal domain. Upon this inspection made self-conscious.  He ran water over his face and shivered as it splashed onto his unclothed chest and then enveloped his expression in a towel that at once smelled just and nothing like you.

Eyesight made regular to the low light of the bathroom, he squinted as he opened the door and was met with hallway’s brightness.  He had, before exiting, resolved to dress and leave, but was given pause by the room with door cracked which sat at the end of the hallway.  It would be such an arrant invasion of privacy to enter what he assumed to be your room, but on the assumption he was never to see you again, nor was he going to rouse you to inquire about your life’s story, which was no doubt as interesting and uneventful as the next person’s, he saw this as the next best course of action if he was to know anything about you.  A weak justification, he figured, for what was simply insatiable curiosity against which his conscience stood no chance.  

The room was quaint and somewhat plain, as if modeled after the description of a personal space—a room that, perhaps under different circumstances, he would have come to know.

It smelled of cedar and fire smoke, a blend that effectively removed the space from the city in which it resided.  

A bookshelf which collected dust, and on it books with spines cracked, some so badly the titles themselves, unreadable.  Reduced to nameless amalgams of words.  

A box, tattered cardboard, labeled and relabeled with tape and marker and laden with an ill-sorted clutter—the type of mess which had but to one no meaning.  A box which in it contained several used calendars, a painting on a piece of driftwood, an empty glass jar.  And beneath this manmade detritus laid a gaudy romance novel, a high school chemistry textbook never returned, a keychain with dozens of keys, an old deck of cards, a canteen engraved with unfamiliar initials, a sketchbook of mostly blank pages, a green vase, a small jewelry box of sea glass.  And one layer deeper: a CD in two pieces, a bag of pills, trinkets from a dentist’s office, tearful, tired eyes, terrible and leaden thoughts, the remnants of a failed relationship.  

The kind of things that easily filled an apartment, if not curtailed.  

He raised his hands in surrender and stood and backed away from your things.  A line, crossed long ago; and only now did the guilt come.  It was time for him to leave.  

You did not rouse as he collected his clothing from the floor.  

Perhaps against his better judgment, he scribbled his name and phone number onto a piece of paper and with a magnet tacked it to your refrigerator.  He stepped back and stared at his note—written on paper garish neon yellow—and thought for a moment before adding the addendum, beneath his name: from the bar.  He did not want to give himself the credit of making such an impression on you as to not require some kind of clarification accompanying his name, which even to him, under the white lights of your kitchen, seemed alien.  

He returned to your sleeping form and pressed a kiss to your forehead—again, a strange act of impulse. Carried out as if he were a spouse departing.  

He turned off the lights as he exited and remarked the domestic scene before him—one so private and rarely seen—and at last closed the door and ventured into the night, which coming from the space interior was cold and uninviting.  

Somehow, though without assurance of its arrival, he already found himself waiting for your call.  

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me, wondering how long i can use slice-of-life as a crutch to describe my plotless drivel: hey!  thank you for reading!  here’s a casual, slice-of-life, non-intrusive jean piece.

i really do appreciate the support of late.  feedback is always appreciated, of course!  more things coming soon!  xoxo

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✦ just an arrangement - Draco Malfoy x Reader (part 1)

summary: the return to the school year with the dark mark is hard enough, but now they must fulfill a more intimate request or they expect a happily ever after with an old death eater.

warnings: none

word count: 1,950

a/n: i’m pretty excited about this so i hope u like it. if u wanna be part of my (still non-existent) tag list for this fic, just tell me :)

a starry night full of light illuminated the sky.  very different from the humor y/n was holding. 

she saw herself in the mirror, immersed in constant pain, both physical and emotional. her arm, freshly marked by the dark lord, felt almost on fire, stitches and burns that were almost impossible to hold. thanks to her childhood surrounded by darkness due to the alliances of her families, she herself already knew how to create her own healing potions that sootheed her wounds for at least a while.  

she was only sixteen, but had a higher weight on her back than any teenager. she was not the only one, her classmate, draco malfoy, had and was suffering a life very similar to hers.  but he wasn't very good at hiding it, his thinner body and marked dark circles revealed his stress. but y/n was always a better actress, no one had ever seen the bruises on her arms, nor had she been seen decaying. on the contrary she was known for being one of the sweetest and most positive people with every hogwarts student. thing that put his hair on end, ‘how could she be so calm with everything that was going on?’ she knew a war was coming but he always saw her smiling sweetly at every person who crossed her path. how many times had he smiled that sixth year of hogwarts? maybe not one. 

but as he noticed her big white smiles, she noticed the lack of his. she knew what he was going through, his task was very complicated and terrifying, y/n had been lucky enough to be out of the instant murder of her own headmaster, but she had to be in charge of repairing the vanishing cabinet. 

they were not friends or anything close to the word, they were acquaintanced despite the number of encounters they had during the months, due to the similar connection of their parents. both only children, completely alone on their way to giving their full life to who-must-not-be-named. y/n did not want to be alone, since she was a child, she had tried to approach the blonde and become his friend, but he did not acknowledge receipt. 

"hello, draco! my house elf made pumpkin pie, would you like a piece?" a small y/n took small leaps in her freshly ironed dark blue dress.

"I'd rather die than try something of yours," an eleven-year-old draco disgustingly expressed to the girl who was just looking for his sympathy. 

a sympathy that, despite the passage of the years, she had never found. y/n had stopped trying, had stopped fraternizing with draco in the fourth year, when she had slightly begun to develop a crush on him. and she was, and is, smart enough to know that if her hormonal heart kept hearing his wretched words, she would have an almost irreparable broken heart. but it didn't work, because even though he ignored her, she couldn't get him out of her mind. and seeing him at least twice a month at her home, dressed in his pristine suit and his fine hair combed did not help. 

"y/n since when is your roasted chicken more important than good gossip?" millicent spoke with her mouth full of crushed potatoes, spitting slightly. 

"since always, millie" y/n was not at a time in her life where an adolescent gossip filled all her senses. 

"you're very boring... so, it turns out ginevra weasley is in love with potter!" 

"I'm not at all surprised, weirdos like weirdos" pansy parkinson, despite the years that elapsed, did not seem to forget her hatred of gryffindor and everything related to it, especially the golden trio and its own close ones. 

it was a Friday night and despite the icy weather and sun falling much earlier, the great hall was full of students enjoying their dinners. at the slytherin table there were most students, but there wasn't any sign of draco malfoy... but she spoke very quickly. 

"get up" a big, cold hand, adorned with silver rings and emeralds that stood out on his pale skin, grabbed y/n by the arm and pulled her with intent to lift her out of the seat. 

"sorry?" she looked up to see the blonde with a serious countenance, staring at her. 

"hey, we're talking you can't take her that way!" spoke one of her friends but it was too late, y/n was already standing on draco’s side, who kept holding her arm tightly. 

"shut your mouth, bulstrode" and with that, draco began to walk quickly without looking back, which she thanked as he would not see her in a hurry and almost stepping on her own feet. 

arriving on the seventh floor, finally, a large door suddenly appeared on a white wall, capturing the complete attention of y/n. draco did not hesitate and submerged them both inside the unknown room which turned out to be too small for its immense door. 

'the room of requirement' thought y/n immediately, but why did it appear before them? she wondered. 

it was the first time y/n and draco had crossed word for at least five months, since the first time they both attended a death eaters meeting as official members. she still remembers how her body trembled and as his did too, but the firm hand of lucius on his back almost held him in his place. she also recalls that their seats were facing each other, and that she saw him swallow heavily when, after the meeting, he saw the girl accidentally shed a salty tear. 

"may I ask you what we are doing here?" y/n’s voice sounded shy and calm despite having draco in front of her swinging from one place to the other, regardless of the small space. he did not speak and it had been more than five minutes that they were inside the room and the idea of leaving had crossed y/n’s thoughts, but she knew what he was going through, so she decided to wait. 

"you're my girlfriend now..." draco's body stood violently in front of her, leaving a reasonable distance. he didn't look her in the eye, but she knew he was serious.

"what the-... what?" 

"we have to be together, the dark lord wants it so" 

"since when?..." the confusion took over her body, even though her heart was screaming, 'your crush is telling you to be together, shut up and accept!' but it wasn't that simple. 

"in less than six months we will both be seventeen, your parents and mine were married at that age, and they were all already death eaters..."

"it's our turn" y/n thought out loud.

"we must not marry, just... be together...as a couple or we'll be paired with other death eater who's at least fifteen years older and I think we both know that's not a reasonable choice"

"I understand..." it was something they should do sooner or later, then they could split up and submit to some other arranged marriage. but at the moment they were both the best choice of the other. "let's do it" 

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the idea of pretending to be a couple began to really settle in y/n’s head a week of the event, when draco rested his hands on her shoulders unexpectedly on a sunday for breakfast time. she wanted to bewitch herself when she felt the butterflies she hated so much flowering. those butterflies provoked by him, which she had sworn to bury years ago and which she had clearly failed to achieve. 

her friends’ faces were transformed to the sudden change in the attitude of the prince of slytherin. they all noticed that they both slipped away from classes and most social situations over the weeks. but, they would never have assumed they were going away to be together, they were right. they used to escape because of the tasks indicated by who-must-not-be-named or because the terror and darkness had suddenly consumed them. 

then the weeks passed and their interactions increased, because they had to increase if they wanted to make it believable. 

the arrangement had begun in august and by that month, their only contact was some rubbing of hands in potions or small glances in the great hall, which however minuscule they were, they both knew that they should be noticed. 

"you're doing it wrong!-emm...I think you're putting more ingredients than the necessary, y/n" sometimes she wanted her fake boyfriend to be a better actor, his voice changes were notorious, but at least that day they were lucky to be sitting with crabbe and goyle so none of them noticed his weird voice changes, and if they did, they wouldn't have the braveness to ask. 

"I've made this potion multiple times, draco. to make it perfect a few drops of agrippa are never too much" the blonde’s ears were still surprised to hear his name, his actual name and not malfoy, come out of y/n’s mouth. despite his attitude towards her, which had not changed since the age of eleven, she continued to treat him delicately. 

"you've done this multiple times? this is the first time we are learning potions to close wounds" the last thing he wanted was to make the cute girl uncomfortable, it wouldn't show a good image for their relationship.

"I'm only curious when it comes to potions" but y/n answered with immediate discomfort, much to the chagrin of draco. 

by september, their hands were already united from class to class and their bodies were sitting together in the great hall for almost every meal, all of this causing a lot of whispers.

"your hand is sweaty" whispered draco in his ear, as they traversed long meadows to hagrid’s hut.

"sorry... is that everyone is looking at us and it's making me nervous" she wasn't used to being the center of attention, unlike him. 

"just... focus on me" draco gave a squeeze to her hand, making y/n think that, finally, the boy had given in to acting cordial in their false relationship. but his phrase wasn't over, "you must do well, I won't let you ruin this."

with that said, y/n focused her thoughts on draco. how he was holding her hand, how she had imagined this so many times and how he seemed unbothered by it. but he wasn't feeling like that.

it was only in october that they first had a meeting alone, only the two of them, with no audience present. 

y/n was on a sofa, very close to a large window pointing to the big forests surrounding hogwarts, in the common room. it was the early hours of the morning so the sun was orange painting the sky as if it were its own canvas, lighting everything around it, including y/n. her hard-covered book was on her lap and she moved it so gently that it seemed that her fingers floated. for draco's eyes it was something new. with semi-swollen eyes, a morning voice but perfectly clothed, he watched her from the other side of the place. he didn't think she was a morning person, so when he received the letter and decided to be the first to come down for breakfast as he couldn't fall asleep again, the last thing he thought was he was going to find her there. with her legs contracted towards her and her bright hair braided in a shedding way, was the first thing draco saw that morning. and for a moment, he thanked merlin for waking up so early. 

"it's time to go" was the only thing the blonde seemed to say, when he approached the couch where she was. y/n just turned around to see him. she knew exactly what he meant. 

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Boy With Hope: Lavender - Chapter One

Summary: As you closed your eyes for the last time, the smell of lavender wafted through your nose and a boy with purple wings appeared from above you. Genre: Angst, Romance, Fantasy

Pairings: Angel Hoseok x Reader

Warnings: Language, Suicide Attempt, Depression, Alcoholism

A/N: This is going to be part of a series called “Boy’s With Series.” Hoseok’s story is going to be the first part out of seven. I don’t know what order I’ll do the other boys in, but I already have their themes and such chosen out. So enjoy the prologue! 

⤎Previous

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'Fuck that hurts.'

You buried your face into your pillow, the roaring headache that crashed through your skull roused your sleepy conscious. A faint gust of air blew through your room, tickling your skin and making you shift to find warmth deeper under the covers. From outside you could hear the rush and beeps of cars as they raced by on the city streets and the voices of pedestrians signaled that the world was coming back to life. 

You groaned, rolling over on your side. The throbbing in your head was like a symphony of anguish that blared in your brain as you cracked a sleep-caked lid open.

Neon green numbers flashed through bleary eyes: 7:00am.  

'What happened?'

A little disoriented, it took you a moment to come to. 

You were drinking last night. Something had definitely triggered you... you came home... dropped your keys... tripped over some shit... drank some more... and then....

Oh no. 

What did you do? 

Then, all at once, like a movie reel in your head, you recalled the events in which lead up to now. 

You'd lost your job. 

Again. 

You could practically see the angry face of your boss as he fired you, and you couldn’t help the churning ache of embarrassment that welled in your gut. 

“Unacceptable, Y/N!” He had vociferated. “You’re tardy everyday, you look like a mess and you reek of booze! Collect your things immediately, I don’t want to see you in here ever again!”

Ugh. The shame. 

It was something you should be used to by now, getting fired and all--but alas you didn’t do well with shame. You didn’t do well with any sort of negative emotion, so you had fixed it with the only solution you knew how.

Booze, booze and more booze.

You could smell the murk of the musty bar you had holed into, the horrified expressions of other bar-goers watching you as you downed your fifth drink of the night. You could remember how you stumbled home like a hot mess of sweat and the way your room reeked of garbage and alcohol. 

You sniffed.

Funny.

It doesn't smell so bad now.

Kind of... floral?

Adjusting your position, you gave a grunt of discomfort. There was something poking at your side, so you reached under the covers and searched until your hands clasped around something smooth and cylindrical. You retracted your arm and pulled out the plastic orange pill container, staring at it blankly. 

What was that doing there? 

You rotated it in your hands, the morning sun casting an apricot shadow across your face. Klonopin. When did you....? Weird. You didn't remember picking up your prescription from the drug store. The drug store...

Oh wait.

And then you did.

It was all coming back now. The pills, the wine, the way your heart slowed and your body went limp. The glowing purple lights. What the fuck were those? And a boy, there was a boy floating through the ceiling. You pinched the bridge of your nose.

Damn, what a high. 

So you finally tried to do it, and it looks like you failed. An unfamiliar sensation crawled beneath your skin, causing you to shudder. So much guilt... and so much shame. You didn’t know whether you wanted to cry or scream as you gazed nonchalantly at the little pill bottle, swiping your fingers over the plastic. 

Fuck. 

You really fail at everything.

Even killing yourself.

It was a little sobering, in fact. And you used the word sobering, because you hadn’t expected to wake up the next day. Hadn’t expected to deal with the aftermath or the complicated emotions attached to it. You hadn’t been prepared for it.

Sighing deeply, you ran your fingers through your hair, feeling a bit of chunks and stickiness towards the ends. You eyed the area near your pillow, but it was clean. Again, weird. There was no vomit on your sheets. You sat up, eyes grazed over the white cotton fabric but finding no sign of regurgitated food.

Then you noticed your room. It was completely clean. 

All the garbage, clothes and bottles were gone, and there was a certain sparkliness to your apartment that you hadn't seen in a long time. If it weren't for the little cat statue on your nightstand that your mom had given you for your birthday, you would have sworn you woke up in someone else's house.

Maybe someone broke in? 

You gave a snort. Yeah, right, a burglar that breaks into apartments and cleans them. 

Then, maybe you had cleaned up during your high. You'd done weirder things under the influence--many that didn’t involve clothes--so you couldn't completely write that off as a possibility, right?

A jolt to your muscles had you groan again. A kind of nauseating pain coursed through your body and the raging headache echoed in your ears. Nope. No way. There was no way your body could have even moved in the state that it was in.

So cross that off the list.

Ok so, a burglar broke into your apartment, stole all your garbage and stinking clothes, then cleaned up the place and left? That sounded even more ridiculous. You didn't have many valuables, and you couldn't imagine that anyone would touch your clothing by how bad they smelled. An ordinary robber would have taken one look at your place and slammed the door.

You rubbed your temples, your mind too foggy to think anymore coherent thoughts. Ugh. Whatever. I feel like shit, I can’t think like this. 

The sudden need to be clean overtook you, so you swung your legs over the side of your bed and stood, deciding on a shower and maybe some food to help wash out the toxins that were swirling around in your stomach. If you even had any edible food left in your kitchen. Your stomach gurgled in anticipation.

Yeah, some food and a shower. After that, you could figure this shit out.

Shoulders slumped, you padded over to your bathroom and flicked on the lights, wincing at the immediate image of yourself reflected in the mirror above your sink. 

You were unnaturally pale, almost green, and your long, tangled hair was sticking up in all directions. There were splotches of red stained into your baggy white t-shirt, which made it look like you had murdered someone with a knife. But what was most prominent were the swollen black bags sunken deeply beneath your eyelids. 

Wow, suicide does wonders for the complexion. You joked darkly to yourself, pinching your cheeks a little too hard before opening your bathroom cabinet to find a towel. 

When you couldn’t find one, you cursed quietly and slammed the lean, rectangular door shut. Your stomach growled again and the sickness followed.  Fuck the shower, let’s go eat something. You were almost out of shampoo anyway. 

Exiting the bathroom, you mused to yourself about the options of what you could eat. What you were really craving was something spicy, maybe some instant noodles with sriracha--though, you knew for today that would be nothing more than a culinary fantasy. 

Spending most of your money on booze and take-out, you didn’t go to the grocery store often. Hell, you barely scraped enough dough to pay the bills, and now you didn’t have a job to support either expenses. You’d be lucky if there was even a piece of rotting fruit left in your fridge. 

By now, your stomach was screaming at you for some type of sustenance, so with low expectations, you dragged your feet towards your kitchen. Rotten fruit it is. 

You’ve had worse meals. 

As you approached, you noticed the light was on in the kitchen. A yellow glow illuminated from beneath the doorframe, mixing with the sunshine that poured in from outside. Huh. That’s strange. You definitely remembered the pitch black of your room when you stumbled in last night.

Then you smelled it. 

The faint scent of bacon wafted through your nose and your tummy gave an approving growl. The nausea, on the other hand, poked at your gut and graciously reminded you of the severe pain you were in. The contrasted feelings almost made you forget that there shouldn't be any smells coming from your kitchen seeing as you had been in bed, not in your kitchen, and most certainly not cooking. 

The smell was followed by a clattering of pans, and a hushed “dammit!” could be heard from inside. 

You froze.

Someone was still here. 

And they were cooking in your kitchen.

Slowly, as to not make a sound, you inched towards your bedside table and picked up your desk lamp. How that could possibly defend you from an intruder, who knows, but it was all you had ready and available. Honestly, you had no idea in hell what you were doing--no one’s ever broken into your apartment before--but you were hoping for the best. So you raised the lamp like a baseball bat and tip-toed towards the door of your kitchen. It was open a smidge, and the sound of cheerful humming seeped out through the crack.

A burglar that cleans rooms, makes breakfast and has a love for Mariah Carey. Huh.

You peaked around the door, gripping your desk lamp until your knuckles whitened and took a deep breath, preparing yourself to confront a burly, black-clad thug. Maybe with some tattoos and a ski-mask. Or, worst case scenario, a gun. The thought heightened your pulse. 

Hesitantly, you took a small step inside. 

There was only so much that could have prepared you for what you actually saw in your kitchen.

A strikingly gorgeous, tall looking man with bright orange hair was dancing around the room, flipping some fried eggs in one of your blue, non-stick frying pans. Around his waist, your frilly pink apron was tied in a neat little bow, which contrasted humorously with his toned muscles and manly build. He looked lost in his own little world, lashes cast downward as his lips made music and, for a moment, you were completely enchanted. 

He's a friggen intruder! Bash his head in while you have the chance! You internally screamed, though you couldn't find it in yourself to move.

Without looking at you, the orange-haired, completely white-clad burglar cracked a smile. "Good, you're awake!"

Startled, you stepped back and raised the lamp in defense, your pulse rising to an infinite level.

He put down the pan and turned off the stove gas, rummaging through your cupboard for a plate. He was acting as if he lived here, knowing where all your things were, and for a second you wondered if he was a family friend, maybe someone your parents sent to make sure you weren't dead. Though, no-one in your family had a key to your apartment and you would most certainly remember knowing someone with such a beautiful and distinct face.

The mysterious, humming man plated the eggs and forked some bacon on top, already cooked and perfectly greasy. He turned towards you, grinning a smile that made you blink. He’s got the sunniest smile you had ever seen. The combination of his smile, his sparkling eyes and the elegant lines of his face disoriented you. 

He’s really gorgeous.

And really tall.

And moving right towards you.

Backing up, you swiped your eyes over his entirety. You wouldn't stand a chance in hell against this guy. He may not be burly or tattooed, but he was about two times your weight, and had at least a foot on you in height. Oh yeah and he wasn’t hung-over as fuck. All he would have to do was shove you with one hand and you would finally meet your maker. 

Alarmed, you raised the lamp as high as you could and pointed it at him threateningly. You did your best to look big and scary, but you knew you probably looked like nothing more than a scared little animal cowering from its prey.

“Hey, it’s ok.” He cooed at you. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

"Who the fuck are you, and what are you doing in my apartment?" You hissed. Your arms were shaking and your voice squeaked a few octaves too high. This was going great.

He looked at you, then at the lamp clasped in your hands, then back at you. Then he smiled again, eyes squinting sweetly.

"My name's Hoseok. You must be hungry!” He wiggled the plate of food. “Here, I made breakfast." His voice was so cheerful that it took you aback. Obviously, he was not at all threatened by you or your weapon of choice. You lowered the lamp slightly and sniffed. It smelled fucking great.

You eyed the plate of food, your stomach betraying you by letting out a monsterous growl. Then the nausea followed and you groaned.

His face fell. "Hmm, I thought I took away most of the pain, but I guess it wasn't enough."

The mysterious intruder turned to place the plate of food on your kitchen table, then whirled back around and began a slow walk towards you, hands outstretched.

"Stay back!" You warned, raising the lamp again and shaking it in his face.

The orange-haired man lowered his hands in defense. "Just let me fix it." He said, continuing his approach.

You looked at the lamp and then back at him, giving him a once over and weighing your options. You could try and land a hit, hoping to create enough time to make a break for it, but also risking angering him, or you could cut your losses now and run. 

The latter sounded good. 

Squealing in fear, you dashed back into your bedroom, ready to burst out the front door of your apartment and run like a mad-woman until you found some help. But another shot of nausea mixed with fatigue had you hurdling belly first onto the floor. Your knee slammed hard against the wooden surface and sent the lamp skidding out of your hands. 

“Fuck!” You cried, curling in on yourself. Your kneecap burned with a searing, fiery pain. 

“Are you ok?” His voice came from above you, and when you looked up, you were met by his chocolate brown eyes staring down at you with worry. His beautifully sculpted legs were like skyscrapers, ascending from the ground right in front of your face, and you wondered how fast he could run if you tried to escape now.

"Fuck no! Fuck you! Fuck!” You yelped, forcing yourself up and scrambling gracelessly into the safety of your bed covers. Your knee screamed at you, throbbing angrily at the unwelcomed movement, and suddenly you found yourself undoubtedly screwed. Even if you tried now, you definitely couldn’t outrun this attractive, long-limbed man.

"Don't come any closer!" You cried, the rush of adrenaline making you dizzy. Call the police! Gotta call the police! Or someone, someone that might care that I’m in trouble. 

You found it a little funny. Just hours ago, all you had wanted to do was die, swallowed a whole flipping pill bottle to do it. But now that the perfect execution of death had appeared right before you, all you had been trying to do since was find some way to live through it. Irony is a bitch.

He inched towards you carefully with his hands raised. "Look, I know this must seem..." He paused, fishing for the right word, "...peculiar. But I promise I mean you no harm."

"Tell that to the police!" You screeched, combing your bed for your phone but came up empty. 

Oh. 

Yeah.

Your eyes widened. Shit. It was in your pants pocket, which you had flung somewhere across your room last night. Looking around frantically, you remembered your clothes had mysteriously disappeared. "Where are my clothes? What did you do with them?"

He lowered his hands, biceps flexing deliciously. "Ah! No, don't worry, they're right over there!" He pointed to the corner of your room where your pink, plastic laundry basket was filled to the brim with neatly folded clothes. "I'm sorry I didn't ask first, but seeing as you were sleeping for the past two days, I took the liberty of washing them. They were quite smelly. You really should--”

“Shut up!” You exclaimed, cutting him off completely. I’m sorry, what did he say?? The clothing aside, your eyes almost popped out of your head. "Two days!? Wait. You've been in my room for two days?” You felt sick. Your head began to spin and your stomach clenched as ripples of pain ripped through your muscles. You fell into yourself, clutching your scalp so hard it could have bled, and let out a long, guttural “fuuuuucckkkkkk.”

"Hey, let me help you! I can take the pain away!" He stepped forward, his hands stretched out again towards you, his fingers almost close enough to brush against the skin of your wrist.

You recoiled away from him. "And how could you possibly do that?"

He sighed, looking exhausted. "Just trust me."

Biting back a laugh, you snapped at him. "Trust you? A strange man who broke into my apartment, touched my stuff without permission and claims he can just magically take away my pain? No way, you’re a total psycho!"

A totally hot psycho.

Another wave of nausea swept through you and you grabbed your stomach, trying to keep your insides from exploding out onto the mattress. Then, faster than your mind could comprehend, he was suddenly right beside you, knelt with one knee at your bedside, his eyes pleading.

"I can tell it really hurts. Please, let me help you." From this distance you can see how deep chocolate his eyes are, like perfectly round cocoa beans swimming with genuine concern. Time seemed to slow, and you found yourself enchanted by him again.

It should be a crime for anyone to look this good.

Are you kidding me!? It’s a crime for him to be here in the first place!

All the signs were pointing to 'crazy guy,' but on top of your immense trepidation, your body was rejecting you and your will to fight back began to flutter away. You curled yourself up so tight that not even a crowbar could ply you apart. 

Fine, he could kill you. You were ready for it. 

You shut your eyes tight as he reached for your fetal form. This was it, this was how you were going to die; by the hands of a majestic intruder who makes eggs and bacon and says he has magic powers. What a way to go, eh? You tried to imagine your family's faces. Would they even miss that you were gone? Would they cry for you? Would anyone care that you were dead? You waited. And waited.

But nothing happened.

You peaked an eye open, but he was just sitting there, a single hand in front of your face, so close that you could see the lines that ran across the skin of his palm. He looked at you with that oddly cheerful expression, the ends of his orange bangs kissing the tips of his long, voluminous lashes. "I'm going to touch you now." 

He didn’t give you a chance to respond as he abruptly placed his hand around your forehead. An extraordinary tingling sensation raced through you, a kind of warm feeling like those first few minutes of soaking in a scalding hot bath. You felt the pain lift from your aching bones, like his hand was soaking up the anguish and leaving you with nothing but bliss and relaxation.

Then he removed his soft grip, a satisfied smile gracing his pretty pink lips.

"How's that?" He asked, sitting back.

You blinked, trying to register what just happened. The pain was gone, and all you could feel was a sense of clarity and a warmth that pooled comfortably in your once flippant stomach. 

As it all began to sink in, you freaked. Like totally, completely, flipping freaked out. "What the fuck? Oh my god, what was that? WHAT WAS THAT?" You screeched, slapping his hand away and scooching back into the corner of your bed.

He looked a little hurt. "It's a gift I have." He explained matter-of-factly. "I'm an angel."

You blinked at him.

Excuse me, what?

Hello crazytown. Toot toot, the psycho train just arrived at the station, number of passengers: one incredibly hot, orange-haired mad-man. 

You laughed besides yourself. "An angel? You gotta be shitting me! You expect me to believe that? Who the fuck are you?"

"I'm Hoseok, I told you." He answered.

You brought your knees closer, looking him square in the eyes. "Ok, Hoseok the angel. What psychward did you escape from?" Oh let me guess. "Heaven?"

Hoseok chuckled at that. "Not exactly."

The deep-cut white V-neck he was wearing dipped dangerously low around his neck, exposing a well defined collar-bone and a hint at a sculpted chest. His body was littered with silver jewelry that jingled with every slight movement he made; a detailed silver cross that dangled from around his neck, and another, simpler, one from his left ear.  Man this guy is full of it.

"What are you doing here?" You repeat.

Hoseok gave a faint sigh. "Isn't it obvious already?" He touched the cross around his neck and thumbed it with belletic fingers. "I'm here to help you."

"Yeah, you said that already. Help me with what?" You snapped.

All you had wanted to do was die peacefully.

And now you're stuck with this shit.

Where the fuck is this guys social worker?

You were suddenly feeling pretty grumpy, but somehow no longer threatened.

Leaning forward, Hoseok touched your hand softly, the little chained bracelets around his wrist glinting against the light. "You've lost all hope in your life, and I'm here to help you find that hope again." Well that the hell do you say to that?

What felt like hours passed as you kept your eyes locked to his, searching for any sign of insanity or deception, but found none. The smoothness of his ivory skin and his complacent expression revealed no ill intentions and for the first time you felt yourself give in to him a little. He was so earnest, you actually trusted he wasn’t here to hurt you, and the warmth of his skin on yours elated a sort of calm you hadn’t felt in a... well god knows when.

Even so, you retracted your hand from his hold.

"I don't need help." You mutter, almost to yourself. "I'm doing just fine, thank you."

Hoseok frowned. His elegant features looked wrong with such an expression. "It certainly didn't look like it Y/N."

You gasped, your stranger-danger reflexes kicking into high gear. It was like you had completely forgot you were talking to a total nut-case. "How do you know my name?" 

"Are we going to do this all day?" He mumbled, a slight pout replacing his previous grimace. "I told you, I'm an angel. Your angel to be exact."

"And what? Does being an angel give you super psychic powers?" You spat back.

He considered this for a moment, but shook his head, unfazed by your tone of voice. "No. I was instructed to find and aid a Y/N L/N. That's you."

What the hell does that even mean? 'Instructed to find you?' And what? Break into your home, spew some crazy nonsense and scare the living daylights out of you? You sneered, pivoting in your seat to create some distance. "And who instructed you to do that? God?"

Hoseok looked thoughtful, wrinkling his nose and gazing up at the ceiling. "No... not exactly." 

Seriously, who the fuck is this guy? 

You took a moment, clenching your eyes shut and rubbing your head which had begun to ache again. "Ok, so, let's say---for a second--that I believe you, which I don't, but for your sake let's say I do. Why in the hell would anyone send an angel to help me?"

Hoseok launched forward, his face inches from your own and his good looks nearly blinding you. The silver cross around his neck beat against his chest as he exhaled, examining your face closely. His features were scrunched in a look of curiosity and rejection. "So you don't believe me?"

You pulled away from him, using your tiny hands to shove his face a safe distance from your own. "No! Of course not! Do you understand how crazy you sound?"

With a thrust of his wrist, he shot himself into a standing position, towering over you like a giant. "Ok. Hold on."

“Hold on for what?” You asked, eyebrow raised.  

“I’ll prove it to you.” 

You didn't know what to expect, maybe some arm flapping, or some more weird dancing--you might not have complained if he took off his shirt. What you didn't expect were for two huge, lavender wings to sprout from his back, unfolding to occupy nearly half of your tiny apartment bedroom. They glimmered iridescently, almost see-through. Little orbs of shining light poured from his chest as he turned in a circle so you could get a good look at him.

"Holy shit." Were the only words you could manage as you stared, transfixed.

The strange dream you had suddenly crashed into your brain as you remembered the glowing purple lights that poured into your room, and the floating boy that had descended from your ceiling. 

‘Don’t give up yet!’ He had called out to you. 

There’s a cool sensation against your skin as you recall the vast, open body of water that you had stood in. The one where lavender grew from beneath and the smell had overwhelmed your senses.  

That was a dream, wasn’t it? 

‘There’s so much to live for.’ 

That voice did sound like Hoseok. 

‘I’m here now.’

Then, the wings vanished, folding back into his body with an enormous flap. Little pearls of glitter dispersed throughout the air and a couple translucent, purple feathers came to rest on the floor below. Hoseok beamed at you as if he just won a game of monopoly.

"Do you believe me now?"

"Oh my god." You blinked.

"Again. Not exactly."

"I get it now." Your voice was quiet, but Hoseok heard you.

His eyes sparkled in excitement, grinning ear to ear. "You do?"

You nod slowly. "I do."

Throwing his hands up in elation, Hoseok's eyes grew so squinty with happiness that they were merely little slivers of black eyelashes. "That's great! So now you'll let me help you?"

You ignored his question. "I did it. I really did it."

He frowned, lips dipping in confusion. "Wait. Did what?"

You sighed, raking a hand through your vomity, unwashed hair. "I'm dead. I'm actually dead."

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A/N

Completely unedited. I'm sorry! I'll go back through the chapters as I go and edit them. I know it needs... more. But I hope you enjoyed it!

Cial

[almostkoo]

pairings: jung hoseok x oc

summary:  oc notices something strange about hoseok, their friend who’s normally upbeat and cheerful suddenly things start going left quickly in the middle of using a ouija board for fun with friends things get really weird really quick

word count: 2.0k

warnings: language, mentions of wine, a switchblade is mentioned a few times, demon possession 

authors note: fifth story!! of spooktober i hope you guys don’t mind i threw in one of my favorite kpop girlies, i love her so much. this is my first time in general really trying to write something “scary”, i hope i did well i didn’t want to overdo it! i hope you guys enjoy !

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You, Hoseok, Jungkook and Nayeon stood outside the door leading to the basement of you and Hoseok’s shared house. Anxiety washed over your being and clung to you like a wet blanket. You couldn’t shake the fear that something bad was going to happen. Standing in the back of everything gave you a better view of everyone. Jungkook was dressed in all black (with the exception of his pink bunny slippers on his feet), Hoseok dressed in his pajamas and Nayeon dressed comfortably in an oversized shirt and joggers.

The impromptu “seance” that was about to be performed in the basement interrupted everyone. Nayeon and Hoseok who were in the middle of doing sheet masks and you in the kitchen pouring up refills of wine for everyone while Jungkook had disappeared moments before only to return with a ouija board.

Now here you were Jungkook with the ouija board tucked under one arm and his hand on the door knob waiting for everyone’s approval to open the door.

“Jungkook, why are we doing this?” Nayeon asked.

“Why not? Y/n and Hoseok say their house is haunted. What better time to investigate than at a slumber party with their friends? Especially during spooky season? The more the merrier!” He smiled.

“Our house isn’t haunted. Ghosts don’t exist, you clown. It’s probably old water pipes or some shit making all those weird noises.” You grumbled.

“Water pipes? Okay what about all the moaning Hoseok heard? Or the last time Nayeon was here and someone wrote in her lipstick on the bathroom mirror while she was showering?” Jungkook questioned. You sighed loudly to make a point on how exhausted you were with the back and forth discourse between you and Jungkook on whether or not the house was haunted.

“I feel like you want our house to be haunted.” you said.

“No but if it is you both need to get the hell out of dodge before shit starts getting real. The lipstick on the mirror would’ve been enough to send me flying out the house.”

“Same and I normally stay out of this whole ghost discussion but.. that’s really odd Y/n you can’t even lie.” Nayeon stated. You glanced over at Hoseok who was turned away from you, picking at the hem of his shirt. You and Hoseok had been living in your current home for three months and about two weeks into your stay things started getting extremely weird. From you finding him standing out on the balcony in the pouring rain, the weird arts and crafts figurines he would make and that one time you found him ready to take a bite out of a raw steak out the fridge.

But he passed that last one off as him being drunk.

You didn’t believe in ghosts or demons or really too much supernatural stuff. But the strange behaviors that Hoseok had been portraying alarmed you. You weren’t quite sure what exactly was going on. You hadn’t seen him smile in weeks and it was worrying.

“Fuck it. If we’re doing this can we go on and do it because I really wanna get back to my wine.” you whined. Jungkook opened the door, reaching for the light switch. Only to flick it and realize the light in the basement wasn’t working.

“How much weirder could this shit get.” you heard Jungkook mumble under his breath, fumbling in his pocket for his phone. You all slowly stepped down the stairs. Taking a look around the basement it was fairly empty except a pair of skis and other miscellaneous belongings split between you both.

Jungkook cleared a spot in the middle of the floor. The only light was from the small basement windows lining the walls.

“Do you not owe any candles or a lantern?” Jungkook asked.

“Hoseok has some of those boring non scented ones in the kitchen cabinet above the stove.” You glanced over at Nayeon who quickly started shaking her head and waving her hands.

“No. Hell no. Don’t make me go up there.”

“Nayeon please.”

“What if I run up there and then the spooky ghost haunting you gets me ?”

“It won’t.”

“How do you know?”

“I don’t. But like we haven’t been harmed yet.”

She stomped her feet. “If something happens I’m haunting everyone here.” Nayeon dashed up the steps. Hearing a little bit of shuffling before she came back carrying as many candles as she could.

“You’re lucky I remembered the lighter while I was up there because that trip wasn’t happening again.” You lit all of the candles before settling and sitting down. Hoseok, blank faced had already sat down as soon as you all made it down the steps scooted closer to you all.

“Alright let’s get it.” Jungkook took the ouija board out of its box, putting the planchette on the board. You eyes the box.

“A fucking ouija from mattel is supposed to potentially tell us if this house is haunted?” You questioned.

“Where did you get this from? Target?” Nayeon asked.

Jungkook sighed, scratching at the sides of his hair.

“And if I did? Where else would I get it from? Amazon? Jeff Bezos isn’t seeing a dime of my Starbucks checks” He scoffed “look I'm sure you know how this whole ouija thing is supposed to go. Just like in the movies two fingers on the planchette. We say hello and don’t finish until we say goodbye. No moving the planchette for fun. I will have a heart attack and Jeon Jungkook will no longer exist. Alright?” Jungkook stated. You and Nayeon nodded.

Placing your two fingers on the planchette, followed by everyone else. So it began.

“Hello. Hi spirits we have questions.” Jungkook said, looking around the room. Nayeon hit his arm. Jungkook gave a quizzical look.

“Is that really how you’re gonna ask the higher powers?” she asked.

“I don’t know how the fuck else to address them. Hi spirits. Are you there?” he questioned. You looked around the room, watching your friends facial expressions. The mild drunk feeling that was over you quickly made you sober up as the air seemed to get colder around you.

The planchette slowly started moving towards the top left corner, the small glass hovering above the “yes”.

“Before we continue. Is anyone fucking with me right now?” Jungkook mumbled.

“No I swear I’m not.” Nayeon stated.

“No.” You all looked at Hoseok who was staring at the board blank, as if he wasn’t looking at anything in the first place.

“I think he’s drunk. Maybe he had too much wine. You know he’s a lightweight.” Nayeon cracked, attempting to lighten the mood.

Hoseok lacked the permanent blush he seemed to have when he did drink too much. But the glossy look to his eyes still remained. You shrugged it off but the look he had was eerily similar to the one he had on the night you found him on the balcony.

“Ask another question, Jungkook.” you said.

“Okay umh. Let’s just get to it. Are there any spirits lingering in this house?” The temperature dropped, causing a slight shiver to escape Nayeon. The planchette jerked back and circled back around to “yes”.

“I’m gonna be sick.” Nayeon whispered. “Jungkook are you fucking with us?”

“What? No! I swear to the heavens I wouldn’t fuck with you guys on something like this! I’m not moving it.” he said, both sets of eyes laid on you.

“Now y’all both know good and well I don’t even believe in this shit why would I fuck with you with this?” You said, borderline offended at them.

“Because that’s what non believers always do.” Jungkook stated.

“I’m a non believer not an asshole. Keep asking it questions.” you grumbled.

Jungkook rolled his eyes. “Is there anything you want from this house?” The planchette pushed back, before slowly moving back to yes. You started sweating and the basement getting chillier by the second didn’t help as you tried to resist the full body chill that threatened to shake through you.

“What do you want?” The words left your mouth before you could stop them. The planchette moved slow once again, going from letter to letter. You, Nayeon and Jungkook looked on.

H-O-S-E-O-K

You heard Nayeon gasp from the side of you. While your jaw just parted. Jungkook froze in his spot, a bead of sweat rolling down his temple.

“I don’t think I want to play this anymore.” Your eyes shot up to Hoseok, who looked at Jungkook with a wicked grin on his face.

“Uh Hobi. We can wrap up. But can you stop looking at me like that?” Jungkook said, a shake to his words.

Nayeon stared Hoseok down. “Something’s not right here.”

“What’s the matter, Nayeon? Aren’t we all playing a game?” Hoseok turned in her direction.

“Jungkook, wrap this shit up now.” You instructed, keeping your eyes on Hoseok. 

Before Jungkook could open his mouth, he suddenly flung backwards into the wall. The candles went out.

“I said I didn’t want to play anymore.” through the soft moonlight filtering through the windows you could see Hoseok stand up. You and Nayeon shuffled back against the wall. A few feet away from where Jungkook laid unconscious. Nayeon shuffled with her phone, the screen light illuminating her features. You could see the tears streaking her cheeks. The flashlight turned on shining on Hoseok; his soft brown eyes were now cold and empty, a black void.

“What the fuck are you?” Nayeon yelled, struggling to keep her cool.

“What do you think I am?” He questioned, stalking towards you.

“Stay the fuck away from us! I mean it!” You shouted. The fear you felt ran through your veins icy and cold. Making you want to curl up and wish the situation away.

Hoseok reached in his pocket, pulling out a small switchblade.

“I think it’s time to slice, I’m sorry I mean spice things up.”

You threw yourself in front of Nayeon, remaining firm despite her protests asking you to move.

“Aw isn’t this cute? You want to protect your friend.” Hoseok’s lips curved into his signature heart shaped smile. One that normally wanted your heart, filled you with even more dread than possible. That smile didn’t belong to him. It. Whatever was in your best friend.

Hoseok rolled his eyes, the smile dropping from his face as quick as it showed up. “I don’t even remember the last time I had friends.” He walked towards you and Nayeon, who’s hands gripped your shoulders. Preparing for the worst you closed your eyes.

Suddenly another voice filled the basement. You opened your eyes, there stood Jungkook your knight in shining armor. Well more like knight in plaid pajamas but attire was besides the point. You watched as Jungkook held his hands up muttering words in foreign language as Hoseok froze rigid, slowly lifting off the ground. The switchblade falling from his grip. A dark purple smoke escaped his mouth before shattering one of the glass windows. Hoseok’s body slumped to the ground and Jungkook dropped to his knees.

You got up running to Hoseok to check him out. Holding a finger up under his nose to feel soft air leave him. You draped yourself over him as he slowly stirred.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Jung Hoseok never in your life get possessed by a demon again. I’ve never been more fucking scared before.”

Hoseok looked at you confused as he sat up, rubbing at his head.

“I don’t even know what’s going on. Last thing I remember was trying to figure out where to hang my jackets in my closet.” He said. That must mean he was possessed for a while. You frowned at the thought.

Jungkook and Nayeon walked over to you. Jungkook wiping his bloody nose on the back of his sleeve.

“You mind sharing where you learned that neat little trick?” You asked.

“My grandfather is a priest. Stuff like that kinda runs in the family.” Jungkook tilted his head back pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Am I going to be fine?” Hoseok asked, fear laced in his words.

“Yeah you might just not remember the past few months. But that demon is gone. Sent back to where the foul bastard came from.” Jungkook said.

“I am literally never spending the night here ever again. Not even for a million dollars.” Nayeon said.

“That’s a lie you’ll be back.” You chuckled.

“Make it two and maybe I will.” She smiled.