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little-miss-dilf-lover · 8 months

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thinking about washing spencer reid’s hair

being a hairdresser with a client that keeps coming back to you for the same treatment. fem!reader, 753wc

As a hairdresser, you get many clients and visitors - all of whom you've grown to know well over the years. You would chat in friendly conversation with the ladies in your chair, asking them about their lives and families as you refresh their hair colour.

You were familiar with all your clients. All except one who would pop in sporadically - with no particular promise of their return.

Finishing up on an older lady's curly-do, you glance over to the seating area, spotting him in an armchair by the window, book in hand, brown satchel laid across his lap. You meet his gaze, a soft smile tugging on the corners of your lips.

You turn your attention back to the lady in the mirror, watching her playful expression widen when she follows your eyeline. "What a handsome man," she whispers, talking to you in the reflection. "Get in there quickly... before I do."

"Steady there," you giggle at her antics, grin widening. "Your husband is only in the store next door."

She mumbles dismissively, gesturing with her hands as he snickers. "Oh, Albert knows what I'm like."

"Better keep you on a leash, hm?" you laugh as you untie the gown, helping her stand. "You wait over there, okay? Albert will be back for you in no time," you smile down at her, guiding her towards the seating area.

You turn to look at your next client, his warm gaze already on you. "Your usual, Spencer?" you ask sweetly, features mirroring his.

"Uh— yes, please," he nods, slinging his bag over his shoulder - following behind you.

You lead Spencer to the back of the salon with the basins, wrapping a gown over his front and a towel over his shoulders - helping him back comfortably into the seat. Turning on the water, you guide the head over his scalp, carefully wetting his hair.

"Is the temperature okay?" you ask. "Not too hot?"

"Yeah, no, that's perfect," his mouth faintly curling up at the sides. "It's perfect," he closes his eyes, tilting his head back.

You weakly chuckle to yourself, an all-too-familiar smile creeping on your face. "Did you like that shampoo last time, or do you want to try something new?"

"The same one— I quite liked the coconut."

You pump the shampoo into your hands, rubbing it in a lather before applying it to his scalp, gently scrubbing it in - being mindful of his sensitivity. Massaging his head with sturdy fingers, you glance down at him, taking note of his sweet features - how they almost soften and melt under your touch.

You've never felt this way about a client before - sure, most of them are middle-aged women, but with Spencer, it was different. He would come into the salon for the same simple treatment every time—a wash and dry—requesting you specifically on the days you were available. The fact he would come to a woman’s salon and book for you every time was enough to cause a swell in your heart.

Turning your attention back to Spencer in your chair, you rinse and repeat - now working conditioner into his curly, messy ends. Looking down at him, you meet his gaze again, his soft hazels admiring you before they bashfully divert away.

Finishing up in the wash station, you lead him to your chair, nodding for him to sit. "Can I get you a drink? Coffee?"

"The way you always make it?" he softly smiles at you in the reflection, his face almost lighting up.

"Of course," you mirror his expression. "I'll even make it in that mug you like."

Giving him one quick nod, you head off to the room out back, filling the purple mug with a fresh pot of coffee - adding in the extras he seems to love. Returning with a cup in hand and a smile on your face, you place it on the table beside him and move behind to make a start on drying his hair.

Guiding your fingers through his damp, soft curls, you meet his eyes for another time, his lips parting momentarily. His mouth shuts, stopping himself short. He looked as though he was about to ask you something - a question, maybe. Something important.

And as you ponder his potential question, he interrupts your thinking, his gentle voice cutting through your short spiral of thoughts.

"I uh— I was actually hoping you're free after your shift tonight. I'd love to finally take you out for dinner."

had this idea spring up and it didn’t turn out the way I wanted it. but no point deleting it, so might as well post💌

^ also clearing out drafts

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wonyowonyo · 3 months

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Bubble (P. Hanni X M! Reader)

Wohoo! Double update baby! Anyways, I hope yall enjoy this cute Hanni oneshot. I'll try to put up some more stories if I can, to make up for my hiatus. See you all later.

3rd Person POV

Miiin.. Miiin.. Miiin..

The noise of Cicadas enveloped the youthful and sunny ambience of the school grounds. Students chattering and collectively doing their own after-class tasks. It was a busy day for everyone, after all, today marks the end of August.

Splash... Splash...

Sound of water falling from the faucet coming in contact with a basin drowned out the noise outside of the washroom. A single feminine figure, leaning against the counter top with her hand supporting her weight was alone inside the room, closely inspecting the water with a sense of impatience as she waited for the detergent-filled basin to be filled with water.

Hanni would take her hands off the counter top before walking up unto her bag, sliding the zipper open.

B A N G!

The sudden loud noise from the outside would cause Hanni to jolt in surprise, the tranquil feeling inside the washroom dissipates as the noise outside suddenly became louder. Hanni took a moment to calm herself before sliding the window open before struggling to climb on top of its frame to get a better view. "Oh, it's the festival committee."

In front of her, was a group of students gathered around a fallen heavy prop, a person stuck beneath it, as they slightly panicked while stifling their laughter.

"Wah! Oh no!" "Chief of the Executive Committee!"

The students called out for the Chief that was stuck underneath while flailing his hands, signaling for help. Hanni watched from the window as they collectively lifted the prop off the poor guy.

"3! 2! 1! and Go!"

"Yes!"

They momentarily cheered as the student was finally able to let out a breath of relief before accepting his friend's hand to help him stand up. He pats his dirt off his uniform before seeing a familiar silhouette on top of the washroom window frame. His attention was diverted as the committee immediately got back on track and resumed their work.

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After another few minutes of committee work, they decided to call it a day as the group of students prepared to go their separate ways.

"See ya, Y/n! I'll call you sometime. Are you going to the sea or the mountains?" Seunghan, Y/n's friend and a member of committee, waves his towel around as he greets Y/n a goodbye.

Y/n returned the wave as he walked a separate way from his three friends "Well, somewhere."

Sungchan, another friend of his also casually waved a goodbye to Y/n, walking along Seunghan and their other friend Sohee. "Bye Y/n! I'll kill you if you get a girlfriend!"

Y/n snickered at Sungchan's comment, waving off his friend's funny threat. He'll probably be too busy helping out his family's business to even have time to find some girlfriend this summer holiday. "As if I can."

With Y/n walking alone around the school grounds, he'd spot the same washroom he noticed earlier, gaining his attention. However, replacing the spot of the former silhouette was two floating bubbles, escaping from the washroom.

Miiin...

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"?!"

Hanni stood shell shocked from the sight unfolding in front of her. The commotion that has happened earlier, sidetracked Hanni and distracted her from her original purpose. Momentarily forgetting the detergent-filled basin she was filling with water. She got too absorbed watching the committee work that her klutz self was unaware that the water was overflowing, which caused foam and bubble to flood the entire wash room.

"Wah... Wah!! W-why is there foam... ah.. foam... ah! Fo-fo-fo-foam!!!" Hanni was full-on panicking as the foam slowly crept towards her feet, a myriad of bubbles forming along the unfortunate incident.

"Ah! No time to stand around! The water!" Hanni told herself as she briskly walked within the slippery floor, reaching for the faucet handle, she would lean to the countertop before turning the faucet off, squeezing it to ensure no leakage.

"Hanni."

Just as Hanni managed to successfully close the faucet and stop the incident from going worse than it already is, a deep-toned voice would call out to her name, causing her to turn her to the source of the voice. Leaning on the window sill, was Y/n L/n. They stare at each other for a few moments with Y/n scanning Hanni's current predicament. Meanwhile,Hanni froze on the spot like a deer in headlights, some foam and bubbles sticking on the poor girl's figure.

"You... What are you doing with all this?" Y/n asked, his face mixed with confusion and amusement, just plainly looking at the girl's current situation, it'd look as if she's preparing a one big foam bath inside the washroom.

Hanni bit the insides of her cheeks, averting the gaze of the boy outside the window as she briefly hesitated. "Y..."

Y/n however would again speak, cutting her off accidentally as he didn't manage to hear her try to speak due to the girl's sudden timidness.

"That's some foam."

Y/n looked with amazement, as he surveyed the flowing surge of foam and bubbles, filling the washroom. He'd then redirect his gaze unto Hanni. "Did you do this Hanni?"

Hanni's eye would widen, as she immediately became more nervous. "Eh! No..." However, she immediately realized that there was no way in hell she could even try to avoid being caught red handed right now, after all, it's only her that is inside the washing room, it'll be plain stupid to deny it. Hanni could only sigh.

"Er.. Yes... I-I thought I could do the laundry with the washing machine... I let it out of sight only for a moment and this..."

Hanni pressed her lips unto a thin line... as her shoulder would only drop lower and lower, a wave of embarrassment surging unto her. "..this happened."

Y/n looked at her with an unamused facial expression. ".... You're an airhead." An idea would suddenly pop unto Y/n's head as he'd push himself off the Window. Fixing his bag, he'd take a step back. "All right, be right back. You wait here, Pham."

Hanni's face contorted into one of confusion, wiping the residue foam around her face as she walked closer to the window. "W-wait."

Before she even knew it, Y/n was already sprinting, waving his hand. "Leave that as it is! I'll be right back!" Hanni was taken aback, what did he mean to just leave this place as it is for now. "Like this?!"

And just like that, Y/n ran off and left Hanni's line of vision, leaving Hanni to awkwardly stand behind the window. "...What should I do?"

Miiin...

"...What should I do... that was... Y/n..." Hanni stayed in her position, her eyes never leaving the place where Y/n ran off to. She was so busy overthinking that she didn't even notice her face flaming up, and turning tint of pink, a flustered face that didn't seem to come from embarrassment, but instead of something else.

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Step... Step...Step...

"Pham Hanniiiii!"

A familiar deep voice can be heard again, getting louder with the fleeting steps. And then Y/n's figure would cast a shadow inside the room, as he stood outside the window once more, slightly panting as he peeked inside the wash room to look for Hanni.

"Did you wait for me?"

Hanni was sitting above a countertop, a mop within her hands as her foot dangle along the bubbly foam.

"You're back Y/n! What was that about!"

Hanni said a bit antsy, pertaining to his sudden sprint earlier. Y/n was a bit taken aback, averting the girl's eyes before clearing his throat.

"Erm... I went to... the store nearby."

Hanni was a bit surprised by Y/n's action as she went closer to the boy, a coy expression evident within Hanni's face.

"You went to buy Ice Cream?"

Hanni asked as she stared at the popsicle on Y/n's mouth.

"Yup. There's two popsicles in a pack. Here's for you."

Y/n hands over the remaining popsicle to Hanni while he positioned himself on top of the window sill, sitting over the ledge. Hanni gave him a small 'thanks' as she helped herself with some popsicles.

Hanni took the popsicle from Y/n, her fingers brushing against his. She felt a jolt of electricity run through her and quickly averted her gaze, focusing on the popsicle instead.

"Thanks," she mumbled, taking a small bite.

Y/n grinned at her, watching as she carefully navigated the foam-filled floor to sit beside him on the countertop. They sat in comfortable silence, enjoying their popsicles as bubbles floated around them, catching the light and casting small rainbows in the air.

"You know," Y/n began after a moment, "this is actually kind of fun."

Hanni raised an eyebrow. "Fun? You call flooding a washroom with foam fun?"

Y/n laughed. "Well, it's not every day you get to sit in a room full of bubbles and eat ice cream. It's like something out of a movie."

Hanni chuckled, feeling a bit more at ease. "Yeah, I guess you're right. It's definitely memorable."

They both fell silent again, watching the bubbles rise and pop around them. Hanni couldn't help but steal glances at Y/n, noticing the way his eyes sparkled with amusement and the way his hair fell into his eyes. She felt a warmth spread through her chest, a mixture of embarrassment and something else she couldn't quite name.

"You know, Hanni," Y/n said suddenly, breaking the silence, "you're really cute when you're flustered."

Hanni's face turned bright red, and she sputtered, nearly dropping her popsicle. "W-what? No, I'm not!"

Y/n laughed again, a soft, genuine sound that made Hanni's heart skip a beat. "Yes, you are. And I mean it."

Hanni looked down at her popsicle, trying to hide her blush. She felt Y/n's gaze on her, and she took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart.

"Thank you," she said softly, glancing up at him. "You're pretty cute too, you know."

Now it was Y/n's turn to blush, and he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "Thanks, Hanni."

They sat there for a while longer, finishing their popsicles and talking about everything and nothing. Hanni felt a sense of contentment settle over her, the earlier chaos of the foam and bubbles forgotten. She was just happy to be here, sharing this moment with Y/n.

As the sun began to set, casting a warm golden glow over the washroom, Y/n stood up and stretched. "We should probably clean this up before someone finds out," he said with a smile.

Hanni nodded, reluctantly getting to her feet. "Yeah, you're right. Let's get to it."

Together, they worked to mop up the foam and clean the washroom. They laughed and teased each other as they worked, the earlier tension between them melting away. By the time they were finished, the washroom was sparkling clean, and they were both soaked and covered in suds.

"Well, that was an adventure," Y/n said, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand.

Hanni nodded, a tired but happy smile on her face. "Definitely one for the books."

They gathered their things and headed out of the washroom, the cool evening air a welcome relief after the stuffy heat inside. As they walked home together, Hanni felt a sense of contentment settle over her. She glanced at Y/n, who was walking beside her, a thoughtful expression on his face.

"Hey, Y/n?" she said quietly.

He turned to her, his eyes softening. "Yeah, Hanni?"

"Thanks for today. I know it was kind of a mess, but... I'm really glad we got to spend time together."

Y/n smiled, his expression warm and genuine. "Me too, Hanni. Me too."

They walked the rest of the way in comfortable silence, the bond ...between them growing a little stronger with each step.

The sun's rays filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room, signalling the start of a brand new day. Hanni stretched, feeling the lingering effects of yesterday's adventure. She smiled to herself, replaying the moments she spent with Y/n in the foam-filled washroom. It felt like a dream — a whimsical, bubbly dream.

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"Time to get up," she told herself, shaking off the remnants of sleep. Today was another day, and she was determined to make it just as memorable.

Hanni quickly got ready and made her way to school. As she walked through the gates, she saw Y/n standing by the entrance, waiting for her. Her heart skipped a beat, and she felt a flutter of excitement.

"Morning, Hanni!" Y/n called out, his face lighting up with a smile.

"Morning, Y/n," Hanni replied, feeling a warmth spread through her chest.

They fell into step together, chatting about their classes and plans for the day. The easy camaraderie between them felt natural, as if they had known each other forever.

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The school cafeteria was bustling with students, and Hanni and Y/n managed to find a quiet spot by the window. They sat down with their trays, the sunlight casting a golden hue over the room.

"So, I was thinking," Y/n began, taking a bite of his sandwich, "we should do something fun after school today."

Hanni looked up, intrigued. "Like what?"

Y/n grinned, leaning in conspiratorially. "How about we go to the park and blow bubbles? You know, like those giant ones that float in the air."

Hanni's eyes lit up with excitement. "That sounds amazing! I've always wanted to try that."

"Great! I'll bring the bubble solution and wands. Meet me by the park entrance after school?"

"It's a date," Hanni said, then immediately blushed at her choice of words. "I-I mean, not a date, but you know..."

Y/n chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "I know what you mean, Hanni. See you then."

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Hanni rushed home to change into something more comfortable before heading to the park. She felt a mix of excitement and nervousness as she approached the park entrance. Y/n was already there, holding a bag with the bubble supplies.

"Ready?" he asked, his smile infectious.

"Ready," Hanni replied, feeling her nerves melt away.

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They walked to a grassy area near the pond, where the sunlight danced on the water's surface. Y/n set down the bag and pulled out a large bottle of bubble solution and a set of wands.

"Let's see who can make the biggest bubble," Y/n challenged, handing Hanni a wand.

"You're on," Hanni said, her competitive spirit kicking in.

They dipped their wands into the solution and began creating bubbles. The bubbles floated up, catching the light and creating iridescent rainbows. Laughter filled the air as they chased after the bubbles, trying to catch them before they popped.

Few hours passed and the pair took a break, sitting on the grass and watching the bubbles drift away. Hanni leaned back, her head resting on her arms as she looked up at the sky.

"It's so peaceful here," she said softly, her eyes following a particularly large bubble.

"Yeah," Y/n agreed, lying down beside her. "It's nice to just relax and enjoy the moment."

Hanni turned her head to look at him, her heart fluttering at the sight of his relaxed expression. "Thanks for this, Y/n. I really needed it."

"Anytime, Hanni," Y/n replied, his gaze meeting hers. "I'm glad we could do this together."

They lay there in comfortable silence, the bubbles floating above them like tiny dreams. Hanni felt a sense of contentment wash over her, the chaos of the washroom incident now a distant memory.

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Over the next few days, Hanni and Y/n continued to spend time together. They found themselves drawn to each other, their bond growing stronger with each shared moment. They laughed, teased, and supported each other, creating a tapestry of memories that would last a lifetime.

One afternoon, as they were walking home from school, Y/n turned to Hanni with a thoughtful expression.

"Hey, Hanni, there's something I've been meaning to ask you," he said, his tone serious.

Hanni's heart skipped a beat. "What is it, Y/n?"

"I was wondering if you'd like to come to the school festival with me this weekend. As my date."

Hanni's eyes widened in surprise, her heart racing. "As your date?"

"Yeah," Y/n said, his cheeks tinged with a hint of pink. "I really like you, Hanni. And I'd like to spend more time with you."

Hanni felt a rush of emotions, her cheeks flushing with warmth. "I'd love to, Y/n. I'd love to be your date."

Y/n's face broke into a wide smile, and he reached out to take her hand. "Great. It's a date then."

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The day of the school festival arrived, and Hanni felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. She dressed carefully, wanting to look her best for Y/n. When she arrived at the festival, she saw Y/n waiting for her by the entrance, looking equally nervous.

"You look beautiful, Hanni," Y/n said, his eyes shining with admiration.

"Thank you, Y/n. You look great too," Hanni replied, feeling her cheeks heat up.

They spent the day exploring the festival, playing games, and enjoying the various stalls. They laughed and teased each other, the easy camaraderie between them making the day even more special.

As the sun began to set, they found themselves at the bubble booth. Y/n bought a bottle of bubble solution and handed it to Hanni.

"Shall we?" he asked, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

Hanni laughed, taking the bottle. "Let's do it."

They spent the next few minutes blowing bubbles, the colorful orbs floating up into the twilight sky. Hanni felt a sense of joy and contentment, the bubbles symbolizing the magic of the moment.

"Thank you for today, Y/n," Hanni said softly, her eyes meeting his.

"Thank you, Hanni," Y/n replied, taking her hand in his. "For everything."

They stood there, hand in hand, watching the bubbles float away, their hearts full of hope and promise.

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The days turned into weeks, and Hanni and Y/n's relationship continued to blossom. They spent countless hours together, creating memories filled with laughter and love. The washroom incident became a fond memory, the catalyst for their budding romance.

One evening, as they were sitting on a bench by the park, watching the sunset, Y/n turned to Hanni with a serious expression.

"Hanni, I have something I want to tell you," he said, his voice soft.

Hanni's heart skipped a beat. "What is it, Y/n?"

"I love you," Y/n said, his eyes filled with sincerity. "I've loved you for a while now, and I just needed you to know."

Hanni felt a rush of emotions, her heart swelling with happiness. "I love you too, Y/n," she replied, her voice trembling with emotion.

Y/n's face broke into a wide smile, and he pulled her into a gentle embrace. They held each other, the world around them fading away as they basked in the warmth of their love.

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Years passed, and Hanni and Y/n's love continued to grow. They faced challenges and celebrated triumphs together, their bond only strengthening with time. The memory of the washroom incident remained a cherished story, a reminder of the whimsical beginning of their journey.

On a warm summer day, as they were walking through the park, Y/n stopped and turned to Hanni with a thoughtful expression.

"Do you remember the day we blew bubbles here?" he asked, his eyes filled with nostalgia.

"Of course," Hanni replied, a smile playing on her lips. "How could I forget?"

Y/n reached into his bag and pulled out a bottle of bubble solution. "Shall we do it again?"

Hanni laughed, taking the bottle. "Let's do it."

They spent the next few minutes blowing bubbles, the colorful orbs floating up into the sky. Hanni felt a sense of joy and contentment, the bubbles symbolizing the magic of their love.

As they watched the bubbles float away, hand in hand, Hanni knew that no matter what the future held, they would always have each other and the beautiful memories they had created together.

And in that moment, surrounded by bubbles and love, Hanni felt truly at peace.

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bhosale1111 · 2 months

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The Importance of Storm Drains in the Chemical Industry

Introduction

Storm drains, often an overlooked element of urban and industrial infrastructure, play a vital role in the chemical industry. These systems are engineered to manage and control the flow of rainwater, ensuring that it does not become a vehicle for hazardous substances. The chemical industry, with its complex operations and use of various toxic and flammable materials, heavily relies on storm drains to mitigate environmental contamination, comply with regulations, and protect public health and safety.

Environmental Protection

One of the primary functions of storm drains in the chemical industry is to prevent the contamination of natural water bodies. Chemical plants often handle hazardous substances that, if not properly managed, can be washed away by rainwater into nearby rivers, lakes, and groundwater systems. Storm drains are designed to channel this water away from potentially contaminating areas and into treatment facilities where it can be processed safely.

By preventing contaminants from entering water bodies, storm drains help maintain ecological balance and protect aquatic life. Polluted water can lead to the destruction of habitats, loss of biodiversity, and long-term ecological damage. Effective stormwater management through proper use of storm drains ensures that the chemical industry can operate without compromising the integrity of surrounding ecosystems.

Regulatory Compliance

Compliance with environmental regulations is a significant concern for the chemical industry. Governments at local, state, and federal levels have stringent regulations governing stormwater management to protect the environment and public health. Non-compliance can result in severe penalties, including fines, shutdowns, and legal actions.

Storm drains are integral to meeting these regulatory requirements. They help control the discharge of pollutants and manage stormwater runoff in a manner that complies with laws such as the Clean Water Act in the United States. By implementing and maintaining an efficient storm drain system, chemical companies can avoid legal repercussions and demonstrate their commitment to environmental stewardship.

Flood Prevention

Flooding is a major risk in industrial areas, particularly in the chemical sector where heavy machinery, sensitive equipment, and hazardous materials are prevalent. Storm drains help prevent flooding by efficiently channeling large volumes of rainwater away from industrial sites. This is crucial in protecting the infrastructure, reducing downtime, and ensuring the safety of workers.

Without adequate stormwater management, heavy rains can overwhelm industrial facilities, leading to costly damage and potential chemical spills. Properly designed storm drain systems mitigate this risk by ensuring that rainwater is quickly and safely diverted away from critical areas.

Public Health and Safety

The safety of workers and nearby communities is a top priority in the chemical industry. Storm drains contribute significantly to public health and safety by preventing hazardous substances from contaminating drinking water sources and reducing the risk of exposure to harmful chemicals.

In the event of a spill or accidental release of hazardous materials, storm drains can help contain and manage the spread of contaminants. Many modern storm drain systems include features such as containment basins and filtration units that can isolate and treat pollutants before they reach the broader environment. This not only protects public health but also reduces the potential for accidents and incidents that could endanger lives.

Water Conservation

In addition to managing runoff and preventing contamination, storm drains can play a role in water conservation efforts within the chemical industry. By capturing and storing rainwater, these systems can reduce the reliance on other water sources, such as groundwater or municipal supplies. This is particularly important in regions facing water scarcity or during drought conditions.

Stormwater harvesting through storm drains can provide a supplementary water source for non-potable uses such as irrigation, cooling, and cleaning within industrial facilities. This not only conserves valuable water resources but also helps companies reduce operational costs associated with water procurement and treatment.

Technological Innovations

Advancements in technology have led to the development of more efficient and effective storm drain systems. Modern stormwater management solutions often incorporate features such as real-time monitoring, automated controls, and advanced filtration technologies. These innovations enhance the ability of storm drains to handle large volumes of water, detect and respond to contamination, and integrate with other environmental management systems.

For example, real-time monitoring systems can track the flow and quality of storm water, providing immediate alerts in case of contamination or overflow. Automated controls can adjust the operation of storm drains based on weather conditions and water levels, optimizing performance and preventing failures. Advanced filtration technologies can remove a wide range of pollutants from storm water, ensuring that only clean water is discharged into the environment.

CONCLUSION

The importance of storm drains in the chemical industry extends beyond mere infrastructure; they are a crucial element in safeguarding the environment, ensuring regulatory compliance, preventing flooding, protecting public health, and conserving water resources. As the industry continues to evolve and face new challenges, the role of storm drains will only become more critical.

Investing in modern, efficient storm water management systems is not only a regulatory necessity but also a proactive measure to ensure the sustainability and resilience of chemical operations. By prioritizing the proper design, maintenance, and use of storm drains, the chemical industry can continue to thrive while minimizing its environmental footprint and protecting the communities in which it operates.

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ambereh · 19 days

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Artificial Sinkholes

Artificial sinkholes are man-made depressions or holes that mimic the natural phenomenon of sinkholes. They can be created intentionally for various purposes or occur as a result of human activities.

CAUSES OF ARTIFICIAL SINKHOLES:

Decline of water levels - drought, groundwater pumping (wells, quarries, mines)

Disturbance of the soil - digging through soil layers, soil removal, drilling

Point-source of water - leaking water/sewer pipes, injection of water

Concentration of water flow - storm water drains, swales, etc.

Water impoundments - basins, ponds, dams

Heavy loads on the surface - structures, equipment

Artificial sinkholes are created through various human activities and processes that induce subsidence or collapse of the ground.

Although a natural process, the formation of sinkholes is often accelerated or triggered by human influences, such as broken drains, water mains and sewerage pipes, or modified drainage and diverted surface water; these wash sediment into the underlying materials, causing subsidence.

IMPACTS OF ARTIFICIAL SINKHOLES:

Infrastructure damage

Roads and Bridges: Sinkholes can cause roads and bridges to collapse, making them unusable and requiring costly repairs. This disrupts traffic flow and can be dangerous for drivers.

Buildings and Homes: The ground beneath buildings can collapse, leading to foundation damage, cracks in walls, and even complete collapse. This can displace residents and cause significant financial losses.

Utilities: Sinkholes can damage underground utilities like water pipes, sewer lines, and electrical cables. This can lead to service disruptions, water contamination, and safety hazards.

Environmental degradation

Poisoning the Water: Picture a leaky pipe buried underground, slowly releasing sewage or industrial chemicals into the soil. This pollution can seep into groundwater, contaminating rivers, lakes, and even drinking water supplies. Artificial sinkholes can expose these contaminated areas, spreading the pollution further and harming aquatic life.

Destroying Homes: Imagine a forest teeming with animals, each playing a crucial role in the ecosystem. A sudden sinkhole opens up, swallowing trees and disrupting the natural habitat. Animals are forced to relocate, displacing them from their homes and potentially disrupting the food chain. This can lead to a decline in biodiversity and even the extinction of certain species.

Eroding the Earth: Picture a fertile field, providing food and supporting life. A sinkhole forms, exposing the soil to erosion by wind and rain. This can make the land less fertile, impacting agriculture and potentially leading to desertification.

Choking the Air: Imagine a city shrouded in smog, the air thick with dust and pollutants. Artificial sinkholes can expose bare soil, which can be easily picked up by wind and carried into the air, contributing to air pollution and respiratory problems.

Economic losses

Businesses Shut Down: When a sinkhole damages a business, it can force them to close, leading to job losses and a decline in economic activity. This can impact suppliers, customers, and the entire local economy.

Transportation Disruptions: Sinkholes can close roads and highways, making it difficult for people to get to work, school, or appointments. This can lead to delays, lost productivity, and increased costs for businesses that rely on transportation.

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Artificial sinkholes, created through human activities such as mining, construction, or groundwater extraction, offer valuable insights into both the risks and the potential for managing subsurface instability. While they pose significant safety and environmental challenges, understanding and mitigating their impacts can enhance our ability to manage geological hazards and improve construction practices. By advancing our knowledge in this area, we can develop more effective strategies for prevention and response, ultimately safeguarding both infrastructure and communities.

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drainageteam1001 · 10 months

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How Stormwater Basins are Saving Our Cities, One Raindrop at a Time!

Urban stormwater runoff carries gross pollutants from roads and other impervious surfaces to nearby water bodies. These contaminants clog storm drains, seal side entry pits and increase dissolved pollutants in receiving waters.

Catch basins are the first line of treatment for urban stormwater. They are often combined with surface drains cut into curbs. They also store sediment and trap debris. They need routine cleaning to function correctly.

Stormwater Basins

Basins are the often-unnoticed impoundments built near residential, commercial and other developments to temporarily hold stormwater runoff during heavy rain events. They prevent high volumes of water from rushing into streams and can help mitigate flooding downstream, as well as reduce pollutants that would otherwise enter the stream system. Depending on the design, they may either have a permanent pool of water (retention basin) or drain to a stream within a specified time (detention basin).

In lined or unlined basins, water soaks into the soil at a slow rate. This allows for a much more natural appearance than the large, mowed systems commonly used in suburban development, and it also helps improve water quality by allowing for greater filtration and biological uptake of pollutants.

The drainage areas around basins are typically filled with native vegetation, which is more visually appealing than mowed turf grass and offers habitat for wildlife. It is important to maintain these plants and monitor the health of the vegetation for problems like excessive algae blooms, which can be a serious problem in urban stormwater management. It is also important to inspect the basin regularly for erosion, sedimentation and clogging of the low flow orifices. If these issues are not addressed quickly, the basin may need to be modified or replaced. The best way to keep a basin in good condition is to perform routine maintenance, including keeping the vegetation healthy, mowing the lower slopes of the basins regularly, and pulling weeds before they become established.

Storm Drains

The storm drain system takes the rainwater that isn’t absorbed by the soil (from streets, sidewalks and lawn chemicals) and transports it to our local creeks, rivers and ocean. When it rains, this water can overwhelm city sewer systems and cause flooding and erosion on our beaches and waterfronts.

Stormwater basins, or catch basins, are the square metal grates we see in our street corners and curbs. They’re designed to collect stormwater runoff so that streets and sidewalks don’t flood, but they also trap any garbage or debris that is washed onto the road from yards and driveways. From there, the stormwater is carried away through an underground network of swales, drains and pipes to the actual storm drain, which opens out into our local creeks, rivers and the ocean.

Most of the time, you’ll only notice a stormwater basin when it’s full of water during a rainfall event. They can look like natural ponds that continually hold water or more structured landscaped areas that contain native plants and allow the water to be slowly released into the surrounding soils and groundwater.

The most important feature of any stormwater basin is its design. A good design will eliminate most of the problems that you might encounter when maintaining your new basin and will make it an attractive part of your landscaping.

Stormwater Pits

When it rains heavily, water can overwhelm city sewers, flooding homes & damaging roads and buildings. The best way to handle this water is to divert it near the source. This is where stormwater basins come in. These pits are designed to collect the water and release it at a rate that prevents flooding and erosion. The City encourages residential and commercial property owners to install these types of drainage solutions as a part of its Clean River Rewards program, which provides a discount on the stormwater portion of utility, sewer, and water bills.

Basins are typically round, similar to a pond, or long and narrow like a swale, depending on site and design preferences. They can be lined or unlined, and the City’s Stormwater Management Manual has detailed safety and space requirements.

Lined basins may be vegetated with plants that oxygenate the water, create habitat and control algae growth. If planted unlined, plants should be native to reduce the risk of weeds and pests, which can damage water quality and wildlife habitat.

Regular maintenance of a basin can help to keep it working well. Check for signs of clogging in the drain grate, and remove any debris or sediment that has accumulated. Water the plants deeply, and if needed, thin and divide dense plantings every two to five years.

Stormwater Detention Basins

Detention basins are designed to store stormwater runoff from impervious surfaces for a short time in order to reduce flooding downstream from larger rainfall events. They also allow for the settling of sediments and pollutants that collect in the storage basin before being slowly drained to a nearby stream or water body. This process reduces the size and duration of a flood peak and also decreases the frequency of high water levels in downstream streams.

Many of these structures are built with a weir (visible in the first two drone photos above) that lets stormwater fill the basin as it rises in a channel. Other detention basins are not connected to a channel, and stormwater simply flows into the structure when it gets too high in a storm event.

While the main function of a detention basin is to control flood flows, they can also provide significant benefits when used with vegetation to improve the infiltration, adsorption, and biochemical degradation of pollutants. They can also reduce mosquito habitat and help maintain soil compaction within the basin.

Another benefit of using a detention basin is the ability to utilize native, deep-rooted grasses and shrubs. These plants provide a host of environmental benefits including filtration, infiltration, and re-purification of stormwater, as well as habitat for desirable wildlife species. In addition to these ecological benefits, they can lower the cost of maintenance by reducing mowing frequency and increasing the amount of organic matter that is recycled within the basin.

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Basins Suppliers

Basins suppliers are essential for preventing river, lake and water table pollution. They prevent solid materials from clogging drainage systems and allowing them to pass into bodies of water. They also filter out large particles.

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Plastic basins are ideal for a wide range of everyday tasks. They’re durable, sturdy, and easy to clean. They’re also versatile and save space in the kitchen. You can use them to wash dishes, soaking laundry, or for hand-washing fruits and vegetables. They’re also great for storing supplies, and can help you clean up after a party.

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A catch basin is a concrete box that sits underground and is the primary component of many drainage systems. It has a grate and is filled with drainage pipe. During rainy weather, this drainage system prevents lawns and homes from flooding. In addition, it helps reduce insect infestation and mildew. It also improves resale value.

In order to work properly, the catch basin must be cleaned and examined regularly. Fortunately, there are companies that specialize in this task. These professionals will examine the grates of catch basins and remove any dirt that has accumulated. It is important to clean and examine these grates as they are a source of contamination.

The purpose of the catch basin is to catch sediment and large debris that may be found in rainwater. It prevents these materials from entering sewer or storm drain pipes and clogging them. The sump of the catch basin is designed to trap these items and divert them into an outlet location (ditch, creek, river, lake, ocean). This process reduces pollutants such as floatables, trash, free oils, and sediment.

Suppliers of plastic or polymer concrete catch basins

Many excavating contractors think of large precast concrete catch basins when they discuss drainage systems. These structures are often used at the entry point to runoff or standing water drainage systems in municipal, state and federal drainage projects. They prevent small-scale drainage systems from becoming clogged, which can decrease their effectiveness. They are also widely used in landscape drainage applications.

There are several different types of plastic and polymer concrete catch basins available for commercial, industrial, and residential use. These basins are often designed for a variety of pipe sizes, and can be customized with different frames and grates. They also feature a range of accessories, including drain risers and covers.

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Sewer Line Repair Or Substitute In Winnipeg Manitoba

Catch basins and culverts meant to divert the creek’s move beneath the sewer pipe have been usually blocked by leaf particles and sediment carried by the creek. The retaining wall on the west facet of the sewer pipe crossing had also deteriorated and was creating an added danger of the pipe breaking. The sanitary sewer system collects wastewater from your house via a pipe known toronto sewer as a sanitary lateral. Each yr, approximately sixty five kilometres of sewer pipe is cleaned throughout Georgina. The majority of the time, residents usually are not aware this work is taking place. Given that sewer pipe cleansing is routine maintenance work where there are no service disruptions, no notice of disruption of service is offered.

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An alarm may be added to a backwater valve to provide you with a warning that the valve has been engaged and is limiting circulate back toward your basement. When you hear the alarm and if you see that the valve is engaged, it means that the backwater valve is working as it should. Do not bathe, flush toilets or wash clothes till the system has returned to routine functioning, as further water will not flow out of the residence when the valve is engaged. You can resume routine use when the alarm and the backwater valve are now not engaged. Backwater valves have been necessary in new houses after 2004 (stormwater) and 2012 (sanitary), however some older properties have had them put in retroactively. The City will rebate as much as a most of each of the person rebates available at the time of the submission of Part 1 of the application type.

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Under the direction of Ziud the bosun, our adventurers land the Celer Gontalus in the river harbour of Traskyelin. They observe the city cavalry escorting the crew of the Toesucker and do not notice any prisoners taken from the fallen Middleman. Upon the laying out of a docking plank, officials from the city are immediately on board requesting our adventurers come with them to tell their story.

Our adventurers are led down a wide avenue towards a beautifully designed building at the center of the city. The city features a number of canal paths, sensible in light of the city’s main denizens: water genasi. A smattering of other peoples wander past, too - families, mostly, dressed poorly but looking happy. No dark elves are seen.

Past an elaborate fountain, the legislative building is an elaborate construction of glass, stone, and wood - one half of it a massive dome of triangular glass panes. Our adventurers are led inside and left in a waiting room, where they are served simple fare, wash basins, and quick medical administration. Soon, a small page boy arrives to lead them up to a cast iron spiral stair, at the top of which they are told waits the mayor of Traskyelin, a man named Hamir.

His penthouse office resides beneath the peak of the glass dome and features a complicated computing device being worked by a technician at one side. He joins our adventurers in a collection of chairs in front of his long desk and offers them “kaffee,” a coffee-like beverage with a dark berry flavour.

When prompted, our party’s story remains largely consistent: they had taken off from Samar and were shortly set upon by pirates, who pursued them through the day and overnight. The mayor seems willing to accept this story, and when told that the city admiral has arrived to give a briefing, wraps up the current meeting.

“While Captain Quentin may object,” the mayor says, “we believe the loss of a valuable merchant vessel is more than made up for by the acquisition of a little-damaged war galleon; we are willing to offer you accommodation in Traskyelin as well as repairs to your own vessel free of charge.” He offers our adventurers a large gold coin with his sigil, which he explains will divert any expenses to his own office. He calls in the page boy, introduced now as Tomas, to guide the strangers to the shipyards and to a place to spend the night.

Seeing Captain Quentin and Ziud in the lobby beneath the mayor’s office, our adventurers take the time to thank the bosun.

Following Tomas through Traskyelin back to the harbour, they learn from him for the cost of a muffin that the city has become a haven for diverse people groups fleeing threats of violence in surrounding Tulean towns - victims of escalating “Patriarchal Wars” and developing marginalization. Traskyelin, a quiet town in an out-of-the-way river valley, has become a safe haven for many refugees.

When asked about a local library or other repository of knowledge, Tomas tells of the cafe strip, where folks gather to facilitate and participate in diverse dialogues. Often, topics are advertised at the Posting Wall, which Tomas offers to take them to. They pass for the time being and arrive at the harbour, where the flash of the mayor’s badge convinces a shipwright to repair the Gontalus in a day and a half to two days instead of the first estimation of three.

Then Tomas leads them to one of the city’s only hoteliers, mentioning that while there are many establishments of short-term housing for the refugees, the city sees too few visitors to warrant many inns. He leads them to one of the handful that do exist, an establishment known as Bethel’s House.

There, Tomas leaves our adventurers. They approach an old dragonborn lady in the small office, where Damaia shows the badge and asks for a room while the others hold back and eavesdrop on a Tulean couple sitting in the cramped lobby.

These two dark elves, with a baby in a carrier beside them, are whispering passionately to each other.

“Look,” says one, a male, “the lady has said there is no room for us. Let’s just try another establishment.”

His partner, a female, argues, “No! It’s ridiculous! There are plenty of keys hanging up behind her - she’s just denying us a room for no reason! In fact,” she says louder, “I bet these fine folks are being given rooms right now!”

Guilty as charged, our adventurers look askance at the old dragonborn. She sits back on her stool and crosses her arms over her fluffy bathrobe. “Look,” she says, “we just don’t admit their kind here. I mean, folks with babies.”

“Folks with babies?”

“Yeah, I’ve got a pretty full establishment right now, and I’ve promised all my guests - I always do - that they are entitled to a quiet night’s sleep! So the policy is, no babies!”

“I understand,” says Hardric. “Oh, and by the way, I’d prefer not to sleep with these softbody companions of mine. Could I get another room?��

The others are handed their key and head up to the third floor. Hardric is given a key of his own, but goes over to coo-coo at the baby before heading up the stairs himself - and oops! Accidentally drops his room key in the baby’s basket.

Halfway up the first flight of stairs, it occurs to him that he will need to provide a distraction so that the Tulean family can sneak up to the provided room. Hardric comes back down and tries a few approaches, but Bethel stonewalls him.

The lizardman jogs up the stairs to alert his companions to the predicament, and Damaia and Sekos take up the challenge.

“Oh dear me,” says Sekos. “We got all the way up to our room but I just couldn’t figure out how to get the key to work! Would it be too much trouble - ?”

Bethel groans and complains, but leads them all the way up the stairs - her joins popping all the way.

Hardric meanwhile leads the family up to their second floor room while the host is distracted above them. The father, who introduces himself as Jacyph Well, thanks Hardric profusely; he explains that his family fled Nos due to a situation he does not detail.

Once Bethel has passed on her way back down to her office, Hardric heads up to the third floor room to spend the night with the softbodies.

They are awakened in the early morning by a knock at the door. It is Jacyph, distraught. He tells them that he and his wife were awakened in the middle of the night by a cold breeze. They found their baby Emman had been stolen. His wife Mayr is currently heading to alert the authorities, but after the reception they received from Bethel, Jacyph does not hold any hope for assistance there; he begs our adventurers to help him.

Immediately, they’re on the case. They start in the second floor room, where they find the window forced open by a crowbar. No other evidence is found until something is noticed on the wall - the faint, wavering shadow of a person leaning down to grab something. This shadow belongs to nobody in the room, and is fainter than any of the live shadows; it’s a lead. Sekos notices the sinuous wipe of a shadow trailing down from the window - if she hadn’t been looking for shadows, it would appear to be nothing more than faint discolouration on the building wall.

The group takes up the shadow trail in the alley below the window, where they find additional wipes of shadow residue and the occasional, very faint, silhouettes of a person holding a baby carrier. This trail leads them to a drainage grate in the street a few blocks away.

Here, our adventurers suggest Jacyph find his wife. He finally tells them the whole truth: he admits that his baby was born possessed of incredible innate magic, and suspects that whoever stole him must have sensed his power.

Parting from Jacyph, our adventurers lift the grate from its place and drop down into a greywater sewer. In the dim light coming from the entrance above, they find one last shadow shape indicating a direction and the set off splashing down the tunnel.

When arguing voices, hollow and wordless, echo down the corridor to them, Damaia conjures a sewer rat familiar to investigate ahead. Seeing through its eyes, the Damaia-rat finds a raised platform a few hundred meters away from where our adventurers paused. On this platform are five ragged individuals, surrounding the missing baby and arguing about how to activate his powers.

Damaia despells the rat and explains the situation to the others. Hardric casts some stealth magic on the party and they advance. When they are in range, he attacks one of the thieves, an aarakocran, with a blast of radiant magic, and a splashing combat ensues.

The greatest threat comes in the form of the shadow mage, who is able to slip in and out of the shadows in the matter of a second. The aarakocran is the first the fall, then a spear-wielding elf, then a man with a spellgun. After a sickle-wielding person is cut down trying to flee, only the shadow mage remains - and when they become corporeal to grab the baby, they are cut down from every angle.

When Sekos bends down to check on the baby, he grabs her finger and a golden halo bursts from the connection, expanding until it surrounds the whole party . . .

Emman grants them a Wish.

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raajrajasharma · 1 year

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yes yes angst #5 + jimin !!!!! (ofc)

5. “I think I just really need a hug.”

You had barely noticed Jimin come in at all.

He was near silent as he trudged down the hall, the only sound alerting you of his presence being the flick of the light switch in your en-suite bathroom.

Following him into the room, you paused at the doorframe, setting your hand on it as you watched Jimin approach the sink through the mirror.

“Hi.” He greeted you as he reached over for a washcloth, turning the water on with a flick of his hand as he kept his eyes diverted to the basin.

“Hi, love.” You responded, tapping your fingers against the wood you were propping yourself up with.

“You’re quiet.” You observed, the man humming a bit as he began washing his face, the somber look on his features twisting at your own.

“You okay?” You asked tentatively, watching intently as he nodded again.

Understanding that he didn’t exactly want to talk about it now, you pushed yourself off the wall, placing your hands on his shoulders and leaving a kiss on his cheek.

Jimin’s eyes fell shut at the gesture, sighing out a deep breath when you turned from him, walking back out into your bedroom in silence.

Leaving him to finish his nightly routine, you laid out some of his comfiest lounging clothes atop the duvet before sitting on the edge of the bed.

The sound of running water was cut short briefly before his re-entrance into the room, walking toward you and mumbling a ‘thank you’ as he noticed the clothes you’d set out for him.

Reaching your fingers out to him, wiggling them enticingly, you beckoned him closer, the man following your instruction with small steps.

Slotting your fingers in the gaps between his, you squeezed a bit, the man swiping his thumbs against yours as he took his bottom lip into his mouth.

“What’s wrong, my love?” You murmured, intently studying his features as he shrugged down at you.

“Bad day?” You offered, Jimin releasing another sigh as he nodded a bit.

“You could say that.” He mumbled, causing you to frown as you swayed your joint hands between your bodies.

“Can I do anything to help?” You wondered, the man blinking down at you for a moment as he registered your question.

“I think I just really need a hug.” He admitted, eyebrows raising in surprise when you jumped up from the mattress, immediately wrapping your arms around his body to bring him into your chest.

Jimin let out another long breath as he buried his face in your shoulder, your hand coming up to soothe his scalp with your fingers.

“Love you, Chim.”

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Itadakimasu!! | Part 11: I'm Sorry (Written Chapter)

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The Mixtape: Thinking of you | CA, 1979

The music that pooled out of Onigiri Miya was anything but what you expected. A small smile crept up onto your face - despite your best efforts - and with a featherlight touch, you crept into the restaurant, silently thanking the soft jazz for drowning out the creaks as you pushed the door open in search of a certain chef.

Osamu stood at the sink, hands working some leftover dishes from the work day. He hummed softly along to the music, and it surprised you just how nice he sounded - how his deep hum complemented the honey voice that dripped through the speakers; rich, thick, and soft like velvet. You padded into the kitchen, clutching the wine and apron closer to your frame so as not to bump it on anything that could give you away, and allowed yourself a few minutes to listen and appreciate before ultimately ruining the moment.

“I didn’t know you could sing, Miya.” You brought a hand up to suppress a giggle as he stiffened and dropped the plate he had been washing with a loud clatter. Osamu bowed his head and cleared his throat, loud enough to drown out the music for a brief moment before it ultimately pervaded the kitchen once more. He grabbed the nearest towel to dry his hands before reaching for the remote, the music ceasing with a quick click. Once he turned around, your eyes immediately fell on the dusted pink that settled onto his cheeks, and you did your best to ignore the warmth that ignited in your chest at the sight.

"So, Etta James, huh?" Osamu coughed awkwardly, turning his attention back toward the sink to finish up the last few dishes that lingered in the basin.

"Ya know Etta James?" An affirming hum left your lips as you placed the bottle of wine and your apron on the island, eyes flitting over the rustic kitchen in search of wine glasses.

The kitchen was a decent size, the bright wooden counters and cabinets a stark contrast to the dark iron of the appliances, but it complemented each other and suited the space well. The soft ivory paint on the walls kept the overall area from being too loud compared to the rest of the restaurant, and you wondered if Kita was behind the greenery that added a lush, vibrant addition to the otherwise plain shop. Your eyes landed on a modest pile of cookbooks stored neatly in the corner, and you let out a huff of victory as you made your way over to the wine glasses that sat in a windowed cabinet above them.

"My parents were big fans, they've always had a funny fascination with America," you explained, and from the corner of your eye you saw him nod. The two of you relished in the, for once, comfortable beats of silence that followed, and you were surprised when he - for a second time since you had met him - decided to be the one break it.

"My Ma used to have this busted up, old, mix tape that she would play every night when she made dinner. Got it at a flea market when she spent a semester abroad in California. She always talked about how she wished she could visit again." The fondness in his voice made your heart squeeze. You busied yourself, listening intently as you placed two wine glasses onto the counter and filled them generously. "Eventually the cassette broke from years of abuse, but I managed to find the songs and make her a playlist. She still listens to it, every night, and I guess I got so used to it that it feels almost...wrong, to cook without hearin' it in the background, even though I'm not home anymore." You slid one glass over to him and he raised a brow at it, a soft smile pointed your way.

"I think ya skimped me a bit," he joked, and you chuckled sheepishly, a hand coming to scratch the back of your neck.

"What can I say, I like my wine." He chuckles as you reach for the small remote.

"You didn't have to stop it, you know. I love me some Etta," you said, and his smile widened ever so slightly as you pressed play, the smooth voice fluttering through the speakers once more, softer this time as you adjusted the volume. You lifted the wine glass to your lips, taking a tentative first sip. The second the bittersweet liquid hit your tongue, you closed your eyes and sighed into the familiarity. It flashed you back to Tokyo; the seemingly endless nights on the balcony with Tendou and Semi, your drunken laughter rivaling the music in volume as Semi sang along with fervor - but, really, does anyone sound good when they're nearly a bottle deep?

Reality slammed into you like a meteor, and you were instantly struck back into the present moment, meeting Osamu's eyes as he watched you curiously. You felt the warmth crawl up your neck from the embarrassment, and you cleared your throat in the hopes that you could divert his attention to literally anything else.

"So, are you gonna teach me how to properly make some Onigiri tonight?" His eyes fell on the apron you brought, the one he gifted to you, and his eyebrows shot up in surprise as his lips settled into a playful smirk.

"Who said anythin' about 'teach'? I said I'd show ya how I make it; I didn' say nothin' about teachin' ya."

"And miss out on learning how to make Onigiri Miya's signature dish? No way." Osamu scoffed as you grabbed your apron and began tying it around your waist. His arms folded in front of him, his lips a thin line. You couldn't tell if he was thinking or already disapproving.

"This was meant to be an apology, you know," he started, but you cut him off.

"I know! And what better apology than by helping me perfect my shaping?" The resigned sigh that followed meant a victory for you, the grin proof enough for both of you that you had won. "So, what are we making today?"

"I figured I'd keep it simple tonight. Ya like fatty tuna?" Of course you do. Who doesn’t? "Great, let's get started then."

To be honest, you weren't expecting Osamu to be as patient with you as he was. Even though you were decently acquainted with the 'art form' that was Onigiri (as so eloquently and dramatically described by Osamu), you decided to entertain him and pretend to struggle with every step - over shredding the tuna, spilling the spices, adding too much mayo - in the minor hope that you could catch him stressed and maybe a bit frustrated - but to your somewhat disappointment, mostly pleasant surprise, every effort to get at least a furrowed brow or a groan was met with a warm smile, sometimes a breathy chuckle, and a strong pair of arms gently guiding you through the correct steps.

It was as equally frustrating as it was endearing.

"Now ya wanna dip yer hands into the dish of water I left on the side for ya, yeah, great, that's it - now grab a pinch of salt - not too much, just a pinch, and ya wanna rub it into yer hands to prep for the rice."

"What if I have a cut somewhere?"

"Do ya have a cut?"

"Well, not that I know of, but what if there's a cut I don't know about?"

"Well then I guess we'll find out soon, won' we?"

You huffed, but nonetheless pinched the tiny mountain of salt and collected a modest amount before tentatively rubbing it into your hands. Your shoulders were stiff the entire time, prepared for the sudden sting on the off chance the salt decided to acquaint itself with an unknown wound on your hand. You heard Osamu stifle a laugh, and your eyes met his as he smirked at your cautious form.

"Stop staring at me, focus on your own stupid rice ball." He laughed - loudly, beautifully - and you felt your hands tremble the slightest bit as you tried to put all of your focus on making a stupid, dumb triangle out of some stupid, dumb rice.

"Need some help?" You merely grumbled in response as the little bundle of rice and filling crumbled in your hands, despite your feeble attempts at shaping it. He set his own, perfectly shaped, onigiri aside and scooched over to you, his arms reaching around your form, chest pressed lightly against your back. "Yer pressing in too softly, so the rice isn't holding. Cup yer hands like this-" he cupped your hands within his own "-just like that. Now press a little firmer, like this." You were trying your best to pay attention to what he was showing you, you really were - but you couldn't help but marvel at how soft his hands were. You expected them to be rough; calloused from years of cooking, volleyball, and the handyman side hobby, but clearly that wasn’t the case. What kind of lotion did he use to make them feel so smooth? Probably some fancy homemade Aloe Vera lotion Kita made for him, you thought with a scoff.

This new revelation had also made you hyper aware that your hands were not, in fact, soft - countless burns, cuts, and other various acts of carelessness in the kitchen have given your hands a battle worn texture that no amount of hoity toity, all natural Aloe Vera would be able to soften up. He must have been cringing inside just having to touch the absolute burlap that is your haggard looking, stupid hands, oh god-

"Nice job, yer doin' great." The gentleness in his voice plucked you from your inner turmoil, effectively grounding you back to the task at hand. What was once a crumbling mess of rice and tuna now stood a beautifully crafted onigiri, the plump triangle nestled snuggly in between your hands. A gasp left you as you beamed at the finished product, and you whipped your head toward him, twisting slightly within his grip so you could face him properly.

It was then that you realized just how close he was to you.

Whatever words you had planned to say to him died in your throat as your brain tried to comprehend why the hell his face was so close to yours. Osamu seemed to be in a similar state of shock, eyes wide and mouth emulating a fish, opening and shutting when the words weren't coming to him. From the way your own mouth gaped, you imagined you shared a similar expression.

Simultaneously, almost comically, you separated yourselves and severed eye contact, Osamu finding something above you particularly interesting. What exactly, you weren't sure - you were too busy eyeing every minute detail of the remarkably plain tile flooring.

Like an awkward embrace from an old friend you never truly vibed with, the uncomfortable silence settled between you two once again.

It would have almost felt nostalgic, if you didn't hate it with a seething passion.

'And my arms need someone, someone to enfold'

The playful jazz number cut through the silence, and you mentally cursed Etta for clearly not reading the room - your arms were certainly not looking to enfold anybody at the moment, and you imagined it was likely that Osamu felt the same.

You spun back around toward your work station, a quick roll of your shoulders the only indication that you were gonna keep working, because you sure as shit didn't trust whatever would have come out of your mouth had you chosen to open it. Lucky for you, he seemed to get the hint and moved back toward his own work station, making quick work of shaping what he had left, while you continued to struggle, albeit far less than before.

Not a word had been uttered in the moments that followed, the music filling the awkward rift that split between you.

To be honest, you felt guilty that nearly every interaction between you two inevitably dissolved into a dense, unbearable tension; the once lighthearted mood suddenly cracked open like a fault line, the quiet settling between you like dust, and it always felt so thick that trying to bring the moment back its old, enlightened state seemed to take such an immense amount of effort - effort that neither one of you appeared to want to put forth.

You wondered if Osamu shared a similar sentiment.

While you finished up the last of your onigiri, you allowed your attention to flicker to Osamu as he eyed the leftover tuna filling with seemingly great interest, brows furrowed and lips pressed into a thin line. You watched as he scooped the mess onto his finger, putting obvious effort into keeping it balanced as he brought the teetering pile to his lips. Right as he went to close his lips around his finger, the tiny mountain fell, smearing onto his chin and landing on the counter with the saddest little ‘splat’ you'd ever heard. The disappointment he exuded at his misfortune is what ultimately broke you, and you laughed - a bright, gleeful sound that dispelled the suffocating air in an instant, and made you feel like you could finally breathe again (which was ironic, considering how out of breath you were from the incessant giggles that sprung free with absolutely no regard for your lung capacity).

Your hand flew to your mouth in an (admittedly failed) attempt to stifle yourself, as well as possibly save the last shred of rapidly waning dignity Osamu was probably holding onto for dear life. You folded in on yourself, laughter bouncing off the restaurant floor and - again, probably - stabbing directly into Osamu's crumbling pride.

Just as you opened your mouth to apologize, Osamu's loud, beautiful laugh cut through your own, and at the sight of his uncharacteristically bright smile, accompanied with the little smear of mayo on his chin, you realized that, maybe, probably, he was actually doing just fine; and that this - laughing with him - was something you'd never been given the chance to do before, and you'd be lying if you said it wasn't something you wished you could do more often.

You hoped that, maybe, Osamu wanted that, too.

"So, I take it they didn't teach you how to make onigiri at your fancy schmancy culinary school?" He smiled as you bit back a groan. It was embarrassing, how ugly your onigiri looked next to his. Sure, you were joking about your incompetence in the beginning in the hopes to rile him up a little; but when it came to actually forming the balls, well - there's a reason the spite onigiri you made were small and round.

"You win this time, rice man." He boldly plucked one of your creations and plopped it onto his plate, while you opted for one of his. You knew yours were gonna have too much mayo and way too much seasoning, and you weren't about to subject yourself to that.

You took a bite out of the rice ball and audibly moaned - how is something so simple so delicious? He chuckled, lazy smile draped across his features as he watched you eat. The little sparkle in his eyes didn't go unnoticed by you, and you felt a tiny tug on your heart at how excited he was that you were enjoying his food, even if he wasn't being outwardly showy about it like you tended to be.

"'This time'? Does that mean we're doing this again?" You reached for another one of his as you hummed to yourself.

"Hmm, maybe. Maybe I'll force you to bake me some macarons." You were kidding, of course - you wouldn't wish that upon even your worst enemies - but the way his eyes brightened and he agreed with a small but noticeable lilt to his voice had you wondering if maybe making macarons wouldn't be all that bad if you made them with him.

He bit into your onigiri, taking a far more generous bite than you would have, and you snickered at the obvious attempt to conceal the grimace he had involuntarily made upon swallowing. The way he tiptoed around his critique of your failure was incredibly endearing ("It's not bad, just...mayo-y." "You don't have to eat it, you know." "No no, you worked hard, I'm gonna eat it."), and you felt the first little crack form in the walls you had begun to keep up around him ever since the curry incident.

The longer you enjoyed the food, wine, and - surprisingly - company, the harder it became to ignore the guilt that had settled onto your heart earlier in the evening. What started off as a mere twinge had become a sizeable weight in your chest, growing each moment you spent with him that didn't make you want to launch him off the summit of Mount Fuji.

"I'm sorry," you said, quiet and out of the blue. He shot you a confused smile.

"Pretty sure that's my job right now," he pointed out, and you offered a meek chuckle in response.

"I shouldn't have sold the dessert onigiri. Seeing just how passionate you are makes me realize the gravity of what I did. My ego was a little bruised and instead of being an adult about it, I openly insulted you and Kita by making a mockery of your business. I took it too far, and I'm really sorry about that. I'm sure it goes without saying, but I'm gonna stop making them so you don't have to worry anymore." He was quiet, staring at you in a way he hadn't before, and it made you feel far too exposed, playing with the rice crumbled on your plate as you waited for a reaction.

"I'm sorry, too. I only said those things because the idea of you expanding yer menu terrified me. Yer an amazin' chef, and I honestly think ya could run me out of business one day." His voice was soft, too; and you felt the crack grow considerably wider, your vulnerability peeking through pinched brows and hands that you couldn't seem to keep still. "I've always wanted to open up a location in Tokyo, and expand the menu. Onigiri made sense because it's always been a source of comfort, but as much as I love makin' em, there're others things I wanna make, too."

The air between you was...light. The weight that usually settled itself into your shoulder blades seemed to have dissipated, and you couldn't tell if it was the wine, the time, or Osamu. Maybe it was all three.

"I...I like it better when we don't hate each other," you said.

"I never hated you," he said.

"I never hated you either," you admitted.

"Does that mean we can stop pretending we do?" He looked you, and you saw hope.

You smiled.

"Yeah," you said. "We can."

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Fun facts -

Osamu listening to old 60′s love songs just did something to me ok, especially my girl Etta

Kita is 100% responsible for the plants

Osamu’s mom kept the tape, even after it finally broke beyond repair. It reminds her of Osamu’s father, who she met that summer in Cali

he was another exchange student from Japan. They had a summer fling and inevitably said their goodbyes when the summer was over and he had to fly back home.

They ended up bumping into each other a year after she moved back - and fate has been a big theme for the Miya’s ever since.

Osamu has always felt a little funny about it - it feels too convenient, and he doesn’t like the idea of not being in control of his own path.

He thought your ugly rice balls were disgusting, obviously, and he was sure to eat his own after the first one lmao

A/n - when you haven’t updated in so long you have to look at past chapters to remember how you formatted 😭. BUT ITS FINALLY DONEEEE, this chapter KICKED my ass oh my god but it feels so good to be finished and we’re finally moving into new territory~ I’m very excited for the next few chapters!! I hope you guys enjoy this latest chapter, please don’t be afraid to shoot me messages if you have questions!! I have a LOT of behind the scenes content that doesn’t make it into the fic sometimes and I’m always eager to share 🤩✨💛

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Hey! Can I request for a Haz x shy!reader where they go to his house to meet his family and she is all nervous or probably makes a mistake and is like, “your family must hate me now” and Haz comforts her? asasjajskkssjsk

LOVE SO SOFT // H.O.

Boyfriend!Harrison Osterfield x Fem!Reader

Word count: 1.7k words

Warnings: A little bit of blood, minor injury, anxious reader, loads of FLUFF, hurt/comfort

A/N: I made it a complete one-shot, haha. Hope, you like it :)

Summary: It starts on a crisp winter morning with a rose. It continues on a lazy summer afternoon with a bouquet. It doesn’t end on a pouring monsoon evening even with those three magic words.

Sometimes the thing you are searching the most in your life, never comes to you, no matter how hard you try to find it. But when you finally give up and stop searching for it, it may just right there, find you itself.

That thing was love in the case of Harrison.

IT HAPPENED ON ONE COLD CRISP MORNING. He was brisk walking on the pavement, enjoying the cool wind hitting his face when he was stopped by a little "Excuse me!"

He stopped and plugged the earphones out of his ears, turning to find a woman around his age, holding a piece of paper in her hand.

"Yeah?" He asked, shifting her eyes from the paper to his face.

"Er..." She walked closer. He could sense a brief hesitation in her movement, nevertheless, she stood in front of him, speaking - "Do you have any idea where this (she read out from the paper) Mi-Michi and Mavey's Bookstore is?"

The name seemed familiar to his ears. Before he could think any further, she interrupted him: "It's near some Burger shop... I forgot its name."

The bells rang this time.

"Yeah... It on the opposite side of the post office to the left!"

Oh, of course, she didn't know where that was either. He could tell by her expressions. She must be new here.

"Thank you." She smiled, though. He could again read the hesitation in her voice and movements. She was moving away from him, walking towards the wrong direction, away from the bookstore, from the post office. And that's when he offered to walk her there.

He wasn't looking out for anything that day. He wasn't looking out to talk to her. To notice the slight smile on her lips, or the great complimenting colour outfit she was wearing. Or the way she hid her embarrassment over small things. Or the rose she gave him either.

The rose.

Yes, it was the rose that did it all.

He wasn't expecting anything more than a thank you. And definitely nothing like a flower, a rose specifically.

When they stopped outside the bookstore, she did say thank you, but she also fiddled inside the handbag she was carrying. She plucked out a pink rose and handed it to him. He couldn't deny it because he never had learned to expect it in the first place.

Someone just gave him a rose. Someone he didn't even know the name of.

"Wait... What's your name?"

But she had got inside the bookstore and he had some urgent errands to run.

There was a shop tag attached to that rose. He could read it. He knew where to find her again. He did find her again.

And then again and again...

IT HAPPENED ON ONE HOT LAZY AFTERNOON. He had brought a red rose bouquet for her. How stupid it can be? After all, she worked here in a flower shop.

"You know this a flower shop, right?" She leaned across the counter, biting her lip.

"Yup, but this is not for you." He smirked while her face grew panicky.

"Tis' for my girlfriend..." He whispered, pecking at the base of the bouquet.

Not for her... She tried to push away the feeling of her heart ripping apart inside her rib cage.

It was okay; she told herself. She wasn't expecting him to fall in love for her like the way she did for him.

It was okay. She tried to smile.

"Oh... Th-that's great!" She showed some fake enthusiasm.

It was okay.

"I-I will like to meet her someday."

He noticed the hesitation again. But this time he wanted that. He watched her as she pretended, pretended to not care, to be happy for him.

It was too much.

"You can take that spot though and get these for yourself..." He sucked in a deep breath, "Be my girlfriend."

They kissed that day at the back of the shop in that narrow alleyway, slowly and passionately. Softly and hesitantly. Shyly and confidently.

They kissed again.

And then again and again...

IT HAPPENED ON ONE POURING MONSOON EVENING. He invited her to meet his family. She hesitated again. He had held her hand, not wanting to let go.

"Please... They will love you."

She still hesitated, not wanting to meet just yet. She was ready before they actually stepped on the front porch. She literally spent two hours getting ready. But now...

"Please... For me?"

His eyes, the way they glimmered and pleaded, was again too much. He was always too much for her. She closed her eyes and pressed the door-bell. Her smile was strained when his mom welcomed her. Her heart was pounding when she hugged her. She was anxious upon removing her wet sandals, afraid if the wooden floor got dirty.

Harrison noticed again. He dumped the umbrella in the stand and stood close to her, his palm stroking her bicep, shooting her a smile which did all the magic.

She heard the unspoken message in his actions.

It's going to be okay.

Should she wait at the dinner table or help his family in the kitchen? It became the question that bothered her after a few minutes of positive interaction, draining all the optimism she had gathered. It became awkward when both his mum and sister left for the kitchen. It became weirder when he followed them, leaving her alone near the dining area.

Playing with the hem of her long sleeves was no more a suitable pass time. She didn't want to chip off the nail paint she applied so intricately. When the noise of a metal spoon or spatula falling to the kitchen floor reached her ears, that was it for her. She walked to the kitchen, desperate to get involved in whatever Harrison and his family were doing.

"Sorry, love. We should have arranged everything on time, but it got a bit delayed." His mum addressed her apologetically.

"Harrison, why don't you spend time with her?" She asked him next.

"Uh---"

"No problem. I was just... bored... thought I could be of any help?" She smiled, joining them inside the kitchen, standing beside her lover, finding something to do.

"I can chop the salad?" She offered when her eyes landed on the uncut vegetables lying over the chopping board.

"Sure..."

They were talking and laughing. So far, so good. His sister was stirring the soup on the stove. He and his mum were arranging the plates and crockery while she was cutting the tomatoes and the green vegetables.

"You can use the serrated knife for the tomatoes. It would be easier." His sister suggested.

"It's fine." She placed a tomato on the board after removing its core and started running the blade vertically. She needed to impress them, flex her chopping abilities. She went on faster, slicing the large tomatoes one after another. Until the knife slipped off and ran across her finger instead. No, the tomatoes were too soft and juicy for that kind of cutting.

The knife dropped on the floor with a sharp noise, diverting all their attention to hers.

"You oka-"

"Yeah. I will just use the bathroom," She excused herself, moving at a pace that was something between running and walking.

Opening the tap of the basin, she let the blood wash off her finger. It was a minor cut but deep. Upon hearing Harrison's voice calling her outside, she turned off the tap instantly and searched the cabinet to find some cotton and rubbing alcohol.

She walked outside, pressing the cotton over her wound, hiding it from Harrison's vision.

"Are you hurt?"

What?

"No. Of course, not." She let out a burst of staggering laughter, trying to surface the lie.

He hummed, pausing for a second, looking into her eyes. She refused to meet his icy-blue ones, clenching her fist tighter to ease the stinging pain.

"There was some blood on the board."

And now Harrison found her outright lying, hiding things. She had read on various online articles how for many people this was the end of the trust. All she wanted was to look good in his family's eyes and they must have come to know about her carelessness too. She even rejected his sister's advice.

Instead, she received a hug. Harrison had softly pushed her back into the bathroom and wrapped his arms around her body, keeping his head on her shoulder.

"I told you it was going to be okay..." He whispered below her ear, softly blowing some stray hair off that area.

"It didn't go okay though," She could feel her voice breaking.

"What didn't go okay, love? All I see is my family being absolutely fond of you." He kissed at the spot below her ear, his favourite place to kiss her.

"I just... made a fool of myself. I am such a noob."

He giggled at the choice of her words.

"No, you are not," He stepped in front of her, lifting her chin with his fingers.

"First, cutting yourself while chopping isn't a big deal. And second, even if you were a noob (he made a dorky face at the word, pouting dramatically), I don't see how it will make you a fool. Come on Y/n, we are here to meet my family not to give an exam." He wiped the little wetness on her eye-lashes and leaned in to peck her over her eyelids.

"I love you, you know that, right?"

Her heart again thudded inside her chest. He just said those three magic words for the first time or was she hearing wrong... She nodded instead, unable to say anything back.

"So, no need to feel embarrassed. And now get me your hand. Let me fix it real fast."

He made her sit over the counter and wrapped a band-aid over the cut. Meanwhile, she still thought of the words, dreading to reply.

"We good to go?"

"Huh?" She realised she was blankly staring at his face. "Er... Yeah."

She jumped off the counter as he walked towards the door.

"Hey, Harrison?"

He stopped at her voice and turned to see her walking towards him.

"I love you too." She said, pressing a kiss over his lips.

He was smiling into the kiss.

She bet she could make him smile again and again. And she did.

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