#ncbulochaotic

[puniishers]

@ncbulochaotic​

he skipped down the steps, backpack swung onto his shoulder and heading down over to his car... until he decided to turn on his heels and he stepped into autumn’s store. he slowly closed the door behind him, making his way over to the register where the ever so beautiful woman stood. “miss song! hi, it’s good that you’re here. i’ve been meaning to tell you that uh, my bathtub isn’t working! like the taps. i shower mostly, so it’s no rush, but.. i did want to let you know.” he curled up a grin, then sliding his fingers through his hair.

[lilacwiinearchive]

a closed starter for @ncbulochaotic​ based on drive by oh wonder featuring mavis.

“sure i could stay but there's a place i'd rather be.” somehow, she doesn’t even flinch in delivering a line that might be like a punch to the gut.

[saintsxsinncrs]

( closed )

reed's art studio 

Two days, sixteen hours and thirty-seven minutes.

That’s when he’d be back.

Maybe it was unhealthy counting the days, hours, and minutes until Connor’s return––longingly looking at the small clock in the corner of his studio every chance he got––but he couldn’t help it. Since meeting, this was the longest time they’d ever spent apart. 

Reed had the entire house to himself for two weeks now and he still had to wait another two days until he could see Connor. Most of the house had been untouched since then, the artist finding solace only in his studio. Near their bedroom with floor to ceiling windows, the space had the best morning and afternoon light in the house. It was a wide open space, filled with canvases, overfilled sketchbooks and more art supplies than Reed knew what to do with.

Having not heard from Connor all day, while not necessarily unusual, was anxiety inducing. he hadn’t even gotten a good morning text yet. It was still early though, noon his time to be precise. Maybe he’d had a late night in the office or had spent the night out with another prospective client. Connor didn’t like early mornings as much as he did after all. 

Reed had been working on an art piece since the early morning, trying to distract himself from the loneliness. With his headphones in, Reed swiped at the empty canvas with his paints. A soft, cool mix of blues and blacks filled the space in abstract strokes. It was easy to paint when Connor was gone. His muse flowed so freely from him, each stroke another attempt to quell the quiet loneliness inside of him.

Humming along to his music, Reed hadn’t even noticed when someone entered his studio door.

@ncbulochaotic​

[heirbudachives]

“look, i’m just going to tell you right now, i don’t think you should go that hard the first time. you’re going to end up breaking something and then, knowing me, i’m just going to sit there looking stupid trying to figure out what to do.” // @ncbulochaotic​

[junegloomz]

what happened to us ?

with her headphones in, sage continued to look at her phone for directions on exactly which dress shop she had agreed to meet her client at. she was used to walking around in the city, although new to this particular area. but, what a client wants, sage makes happen. with her eyes glued to the screen, she tried to follow the semi confusing directions and voice speaking in her ear when suddenly, she bumped right into someone. the coffee in her hand, spilled, her headphones flew out, and her phone dropped right to the concrete. as she started gathering her belongings, she coughed out a few harsh breaths. “ i am so, SO sorry. i am such a klutz and truly shouldn’t be surprised that i’ve done something this embarrassing, but i swear i’m usually not this scatterbrained and this big of a mess ... ” she trailed off, looking at her cracked phone screen and spilled coffee everywhere. this was truly a new low for the wedding planner, wondering how unprofessional she will look to her client with a stained shirt and cracked phone she can barely read off of. sighing out, she finally collected her things ( and her thoughts ) and looked up to apologize sincerely, her cheeks red with embarrassment. “ wait -- i ...” it was HIM. she felt her entire body go slack, her knee’s buckling at the sight. it had been years since she’d last seen him. sage couldn’t even remember the last time she’d laid eyes on her best friend slash neighbor slash ... well, she didn’t even know HOW to classify him. “ you’re ... um ” she felt her mind go blank, images of their past flashing and distracting her. “ you look older. ” she felt her throat closing up, and her forehead begin to sweat. she couldn’t believe she’d just said that. of all things ? she chose to tell him he looked old. 

[thewiire]

* @ncbulochaotic​ !

      terra sighs, pushing loose strands of hair away from her face. ❝ you mean, you called me over here .. ––– this late to talk about ... this when a text would suffice? ❞ realizing that she came off a bit rude, the blonde follows it with. ❝ guess i'm flattered you wanted to see me. ❞

[personalhells]

>> @ncbulochaotic​

jenni knew it was going to be a wonderful day when the sun was shining brigh and early, spiking the temperature up to around seventy-five degrees at ten in the morning. the blonde loved the early mornings in her city, because even though at an hour like this, it was buzzing already. jenni opened the two large doors and went to place the tables and chairs for the terrace out, little sweatdrops pearling at her hairline as she greeted some of her regulars with a big smile. "bounjour." she spoke, nodding at the elderly couple who came in nearly every morning for a pastry and a cup of coffee. jenni headed back inside to get their orders ready, pushing a hand through her floppy mess of curls when the little bell by the door rang. "bonjour, je serai avec vous en une seconde!" she yelled over her shoulder, placing two mugs under the coffee machine and going to grab two small plates for the pastries.

[illicitvffairs]

⊰ — INTERACTION | lyon

      ECCENTRIC; SHE COULDN’T describe the human race as anything other than eccentric. from their feeble bodies to their silly beliefs and misguided faith to their inherent fear of things that went bump in the night - yet the contradictory actions they took such as tonight. halloween had to be, by far, the funniest thing she’d ever seen. human dressed up as their nightmares or other humans and everything that they thought couldn’t possibly be real. stuck in her current form, she joined in the festivities, of course. dressed in something barely there, see through, suggestive and unimaginative, january owned every stare that she got. except for one.     ‘     shouldn’t you be cleaning up your kennel? there was a full moon two nights ago.     ’    the blonde teased, a cruel smirk curving her lips as she let her gaze travel over her ex’s attire before settling on his face.       ‘     who let the dog out to play tonight?     ’     // @ncbulochaotic